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Hello.

Hello.

- Waiting long? - No.

A couple of seconds. Where should we go?

- Wherever you like. No, I'll leave all that to you.

The place where we dance outdoors. We haven't gone there for ages.

Oh, great! It's great weather too.

Well then, princess... your carriage is waiting.

Excuse me, please, but every time I think of this vacation.

when I won't see you

it puts me in a bad humour.

Don't go away, Dominique.

Stop begging me, Pablo.

At home I would never be forgiven if I stayed here during vacation.

You're cruel. I'll die without you.

You won't at all.

Just stop and consider, we've been together nearly a year now.

Since the day What's-her-name introduced us at the university.

Oh, I know that.

And in your eyes I don't mean a thing.

You do, my precious. You do.

More than my family does, but try to understand,

my family is set in its ways.

It's almost a ritual. A reunion in Brittany about the family hearth.

We're almost a feudal clan.

Come on. I never heard of these tribal habits of yours.

I've heard you Britons act more like ghosts than humans sometimes.

But ghosts don't sit around the hearth.

They only haunt deserted places. Hmm?

I promise you, this will be the last time I ever let my family come between us.

That I promise you.

I give in. You win. You win every time.

I'll get a plane ticket for the flight this coming Tuesday.

Why not!

Only seven days. What's one week to us?

For me it's a lot more.

It'll be a week with 366 days.

I don't get it.

Because, it'll be seven days without you in a leap year!

Thanks a lot.

Pablo.

I'd like to have a child. Wouldn't you?

- Dominique! - Don't get excited. I was just thinking.

Imagine how it would be, all of a sudden...

You and I together for the rest of our lives, with our child.

Isn't that tremendous?

Is that all?

That's the way women have all thought ever since the world began.

Don't take all the credit.

In other words, you don't think that it's important.

I do, but I'm worried about the practical problems.

Is it a Spanish or a French child?

- Spanish. - French, I say.

Umm, I want him to live like a Spaniard.

Spaniard's are nice and feeling for them runs in the family.

Why else would I be sent to school here?

My father was wild about everything of yours.

Isn't Spain the place for us?

No, I'm not convinced it is.

Brittany, with its thick fog and calm air...

Oh, I'm enchanted with Brittany!

You're always trying to tease me.

I'll tell you...

let's be bound to a pact.

Tell me, Pablo.

If it's a girl, she's a French citizen.

Because I go crazy over French girls.

- And if it's a boy... - A Spaniard!

I'm in love with all the Spaniards I see.

Just with one.

I said, I'm in love with all the Spaniards I see.

You're not.

Prove it.

Come on.

Come closer.

What peace.

My weakness is cemeteries, you know.

- Do you like them? - I hate them!

Do they frighten you?

Well, no. It's...

Becuse for me they've no attraction.

You must agree that's a rare attitude among you Spaniards.

Their favourite entertainent's a game with death.

They like the moment of truth.

There are lots of us who don't.

We don't like bull fights or death as much as lots of strangers do.

- I'm attracted... - To bull fights?

No. I meant to death.

Huh?

I've always though it the state of perfection for all men.

Well, thanks!

Not you, of course.

I think death is good to a person.

And death is kind.

I like its peace.

And its mystery too.

Nobody would doubt that you're from Brittany.

British used to sing like things of 'La Galicia'

The pretty girls are necromancers.

What are they?

Witches.

Oh, yes... All the girls in Brittany

when they're born are more or less, witches.

Well, let's go, huh?

We've seen the cemetery now.

I think we'd better get out of here.

- I don't feel comfortable. - Pablo!

What?

Do you love me?

Well, why should you ask that? You know very well.

Let's go. Come on now.

- Tell me so. - I'll tell you that...

bur under some tree, or in the clover...

or even in the middle of a flock of sheep.

Because here I won't...

Please forgive me, Sominique. I just can't explain it.

Tell me you do.

And tell me right this minute.

Right here.

While we're surrounded by the most important and the most enduring

things that exist in the whole world.

Love and death.

We cannot lie.

Not in their presence.

- Do you love me? - Yes, I love you.

- Will you always? - I will, Dominique.

This is utter nonsense! You know that I love you.

Tell me you'll love me after death.

Oh, why should I say that?

I want to hear you say that you'll go on loving me beyond the end of mortality.

Can you?

Yes. Someplace... somewhere.

- Are you sure you can? - Mm-mm.

If that's true you must have known my love for you could never end.

In this life or beyond it.

Although I tell you now,

I told myself the moment I saw you in class that day...

and I did.

I said 'that blond little French girl is for me,

and mine until doomsday!'

So far it's just as I said.

You knew this.

This is consecrated ground.

Promise me one other thing.

Promise you what?

The first one who dies must come back to earth...

from the beyond.

Repeat it.

The first one who dies must come back to earth from the beyond.

And perpare the other one for the hereafter.

And perpare the other one for the hereafter.

- I swear it. - I swear it.

- Will you write me? - Every day.

I'll phone you every other day.

What will you live on? Your allowance won't pay for both.

I'll tell my parents I'm sick, or something.

You'll have to think of something that takes expensive medicines.

I already have.

I'm sick with love!

And perpare the other one for the hereafter.

I'll only be away for a week.

Just long enough to get the papers in order.

- You have your work to do here.

- I'll have the wedding march, the pretty little chapel with flowers on the altar.

- I'll take care of the licence and all that. - Anything else?

- Yes, I'll produce the bride!

- I prome you she won't be one day later than she has to be.

There were only two survivors. A man and a woman.

Are you there? Look here, tell me the name of the woman, if you will, please.

Are you there? Hello!

Yes señor.

If you please, señorita, I want to know the name of the woman who survived the crash.

If... if she's my fiancée.

I'm sorry señor, the reports are still confused

and we don't have any exact information for you.

If you'd like to give me the name and address of your fiancée

we'll send you the information as soon as we know.

Yes, yes. Of course.

Her name is Dominique...

Dominique Monceau.

I'd appreciate it if you could.

I understand, señor. May I have you name and address, please?

Forgive me.

Pablo Belasco.

Yes, hello? Hello?

A call from France. Hold the line, please.

I'm sorry, but your point isn't on, sir.

Um...

- Let me. - Oh, thank you.

What time do the morning papers come out?

It's a bit early yet. I'll bring them up to your dorm, Pablo.

Thank you.

Good.

I can't sleep without knowing for sure.

I understand, but you know the old saying: no news is good news.

Hello?

Hello?

You don't have to shout so loud, Pablo.

Dominique! I've been sick with fear.

You're not hurt? You're all right?

Yes, yes, obviously you're all right.

Dominique, I love you.

I love you, Dominique. Can you hear me?

Dominique, say something.

Yes, I'm fine. And by the way, you sound better than new.

When did you hear the news?

By a strange coincidence, I had a vision of it all.

I nearly went crazy with suspense.

Had a vision?

I can't explain it to you right this minute.

Dominique. Dominique, I can take the first flight out.

And I want to be there with you. To have you near me.

I want to see with my eyes that you're not hurt at all.

You needn't fly here to find out.

In a day or two at the latest, I'll be there with you, Pablo.

I'll be in Madrid on Friday.

We can meet at the usual place.

Friday I'll be wearing a baracas at the airport.

Not the air terminal, darling.

I want to look my nicest for you when we see each other.

I'll be expecting you at our bench in the park.

We'll pretend nothing has happened.

We'll pretend nothing happened to worry you.

We'll pretend we nere never separated as much as a day, Pablo.

- Dominique?

Yes?

You... you weren't injured at all, in the plane crash?

Tell me you're just as pretty as ever.

That you're all together.

Of course, darling. In one piece.

Somewhat shaken and all that, but nothing's out of order.

So rest assured.

Where are you calling from now?

Where do you expect?

And I have to hang up. I think we're both getting emotional.

And... Anyway, Friday we'll see each other.

So long, my love.

Adios, mi amor.

So long.

- A very touching scene.

But in the end he will come.

And he too will be like the rest of us.

I don't want you to pressure him.

He will come.

But he will come in his own time.

- Pablo! Pablo!

Wha...?

And for the rest of the month all we drink is water.

But good water. The best in the house.

- Will that do? - It would do.

Let me tell you this,

I don't know why I've got a sensation. It's almost a feeling of regret.

But still it's a feeling like... Happiness.

That's so intangible I don't believe it's real.

Is it... as if someone came back from the dead?

Yes. You did come back from the dead for me.

Yes, Pablo.

But now I'll be with you forever.

Oh, I wish it were true.

- It's going to burn up! - Don't cry.

- Don't cry. It's all right.

- See, the nice lady's going to get the plane.

- Calm down. - Here, it didn't get burned. See?

It's all right.

Come on. Go say thanks to the lady.

- Thank you.

Ah! That's hot!

Why did you want to come way out here?

Well, it's also a place that I've been to with you, remember?

Oh, yes. Of course.

I want to relive it.

Don't you?

Wait...

Do you remember this?

Will you keep your word?

Yes, of course. I will now more than ever. Will you?

Now? I've already kept my word, Pablo.

What do you mean, now?

It's the truth, Pablo. I... I swear it.

- you see, I'm really dead. - Come on, don't make jokes like that!

Not around here.

Haven't I come back, as I promised,

to prepare you for the hereafter?

Dominique, what's the matter, are you sick or something?

No, my precious. I feel fine.

It's all plain now- the accident left an impression, didn't it?

Yes.

It was a terrible thing, inecplicable...

In that one moment I relived all I'd done with you,

but that was not all I went though.

I was even aware of your despair at the news.

I swear it. Why, I could even see you,

but that was later.

- You could see me? - Yes.

And I could hear you. Until I managed to return to you.

Dominique... Dominique, my poor darling.

- What is this nonsense? - Simply the truth.

And nothing but the truth. Isn't that what they say?

Dominique...

I'm going... I'm going to kiss you.

Is your love dead my precious? No more dead than I am.

No more than the air we breathe about us.

You're just as real as my love.

And nothing more real than my love for you... could exist.

You'll get well. I'll do nothing but take care of you, Dominique.

But how can I take care of you if I have to leave medical school before I graduate?

What kind of a doctor would I be in that case?

Good morning, beautiful.

- What time is it? - Does it matter?

Not at all. Time doesn't mean a thing.

I've just received proof that someone I know is a pretty, little liar.

Lovely to look at, but a bare-faced liar!

- Who? - That's who.

When I open this it's the end of your playacting.

Don't be funny, it's advertising.

It's from the airline you flew, and they're not joking.

It's a list of survivors I asked for.

Let's not open it.

Ah! Confessing! Yesterday you were teasing all along! Ah, come on!

Yes, I confess to you.

Don't open it.

Vive la de vale!

Oh, what are you saying?

Now where would you like to spend the day?

- Wherever you like. - No, I'm asking you.

Let me think.

- While I'm in the shower, huh? - Mm-hmm.

Oh what a beautiful day...

Oh.

- Dominique, can you hear me? - Yes.

Say, how about a long trip into the country for your day?

Not a bad idea, huh?

We'll make a stop at

St Govier... we'll eat delicious trout, with white wine, of course,

outside some Roman ruins.

We'll stop at some inn along the way, for the night.

Like a pair of pilgrims,

visiting a shrine of love where no one will disturb us.

And tomorrow we go on our way. Dominique?

- How about that? - I'm afraid not, Pablo.

- I have to leave you now. - Dominique, what did you say?

I have to do something.

What did you say, Dominique?

I will explain it to you, Pablo, later on.

This afternoon if you like. I can meet you at our usual place.

Wait a minute, Dominique.

But I can't. I will see you later on.

Dominique, wait!

Just my luck!

- Dominique Monceau.

She was killed.

You can see her name for yourself.

No!

You're mistaken! It's not her!

It isn't. I swear!

It isn't the truth! I know she's not dead, señorita!

She's...

They've got it confused...with one of the other passengers. That's it!

But I'm afraid not, señor.

Their identities were double checked by the authorities from France and Spain.

But I tell you it's not true what it says there.

It isn't the truth. It isn't!

- It's not true what it says there... - In that case...

I'd like you to explain this mystery.

If you don't mind,señor, let's talk in my office.

I regret the error if there is one.

I realise that if persons like yourself were affected, it's a terrible thing.

I'm sorry, but sometimes these things can't be avoided.

If you will be kind enough to give me all the reasons you have for thinking

we are mistaken, then perhaps I'll agree with you.

Now, what was the name of the passenger.

Dominique Monceau.

From Maconge, in Brittany.

IAnd you're able, you say, to tell me that Señorita Monceau's...

is still alive and the same as before?

Yes.

Well, she's not the same, she's so strange, and so mysterious.

And such strange coincidences that...

You say you've seen her in person since the crash?

Yes.

In Spain?

There's no possible doubt. We certainly have made an error,

and yet, according to our records

there was abody identified as Dominique Manceau

which was claimed by French relatives.

We must get some explanation.

They bury the body tomorrow,

but still, according to our records, which I have here,

it was taken to a cemetery in northern Brittany.

Where it was claimed from us.

We're ready to take any steps you suggest

to rectify this tragic mistake.

Please forgive me. You understand...

now I'm... I'm...

I'm not feeling too well.

Please forgive me.

Good afternoon.

The señorita left just now.

Huh? What's that?

When?

A little bit ago.

- But she said to tell you... - Tell me what?

I didn't understand it.

What did dhe tell you? Think hard.

She said she had to go away some place far off,

'cause she has a date that makes her sad.

It's for tomorrow.

Where is the date? Where is it?

I can't remember.

- Is in France, huh? - Uh-uh.

In Brittany?

That's it! That's it! She said to tell you.

Is that in Spain?

No, it's a foreign place.

Well, that's all for today.

See you tomorrow, Professor.

- Professor Urrutia. - Oh, what a surprise, Pablo.

I haven't seen you for ages.

Tell me, have you given up your education, or are you already a doctor?

Well, really, neither one nor the other, Professor.

There's a problem that... Well...

Can we talk together? It's very important. Believe me.

Let me see... This evening?

- Is that all right? - well then, let me give you a lift.

We can talk on the way home, Professor.

Well, I suppose it would save time.

- Why not. Let's go. - Thank you.

This is where we're to meet.

I wanted to speak to Dominique. To have ot out with her, once and for all.

Not to quarrel...

To force her to give me a convincing explanation.

And it was here that you met the boy also?

Yes. At the moment it meant nothing.

But afterwards, when I recalled that we never met the kid anywhere

but at the roadside inn, then his being here struck me as something strange, unnatural.

- In my experience so far, I see nothing to make me believe in the hereafter.

Be that as it may, it would be foolish of scientists and physicians to

discount it all together.

And if eternal life does exist,

it's undoubtedly as real as the life we know as mortal.

But as to its nature,

the theoligans have to be allowed the last word, Pablo, not us physicians.

But you, in a sense, have studied the question for years, Professor.

Your hands, more than once, have held the balance

between life here and the one beyond.

I was sure you could tell me.

Those of us who are physicians are more concerned with the matter

than with the spirit of man.

And when life has departed him, despite what others like to think,

he's a mystery to us.

There's really nothing we can assume.

Yet right there on that dance floor I held a dead girl in my arms.

And I swear there was nothing dead about her!

This is the earth we held when we first promised each other.

And that earth is the only thing that might yield an explanation.

- Really, why? - Yes, I mean it.

Tomorrow, in so far as we know, they're burying Dominique.

It would be interesting to find out who that earth is covering really.

I don't understand.

It's the only way we can ever answer the question.

By seeing the corpse with our own eyes.

Is the Dominique underneath the ground the Dominique that you knew on earth?

That was the purpose I had in mind, Professor,

but I was afraid you'd resnt it.

Is there any possibility of getting there in time?

Yes.

I've already bought two plane tickets for a flight that leaves tonight.

Good work, Pablo.

- Care to smoke, Professor? - Eh?

Yes, thank you.

We're going to get there late, Professor.

Wait. I'm afraid we are late.

Now there's nothing to do about it.

There she is!

Dominique?

Which one?

She's the pretty girl there who looks so sad and distracted.

The one in the tweed coat.

She's alive, Professor. She's hasn't been buried.

Where are you going?

I want to speak to her.

And I want you to meet her.

Wait. Not now.

This is hardly the right moment.

I'd rather meet her in other surroundings.

We'd better go back to the hotel now.

I guess we should.

Sorry I made you come all this way for no reason, Professor.

The whole thing was just a ridiculous fantasy of my own.

- Or else it was some game of Dominique's. - No.

Not at all. No. I'm the one you should blame.

At my age

one often forgets

what it means to be a young man,

head over heels in love.

I can explain this attitude of Dominique's.

That's what bothers me most and what I want to clear up as fast as I can.

It's nothing but a passing flight of her imagination.

Here in Brittany

the natives are very imaginative.

Drawn to apparitions and mystery.

Look, son.

If I were you, I'd draw this conclusion from my experience.

I'd go back to Madrid at once, and wait there.

She's bound to come back

complete with her trousseau and wedding bells in her bonnet.

There's no question that one day, when you and she are settled down

we'll consider this occassion as utterly ridiculous.

What if she doesn't come back?

I don't... I don't know what I'd do without her.

I'd go out of my mind.

She's the world to you. Is that right?

Yes.

And she's my being. But why bother to ask?

Sometimes it's not too wise to love too much.

Do you understand?

It's not wise to be obsessed.

That is to the point where no one else exists.

That's how it is, Professor.

For me, the only one who exists is Dominique.

I love her. Is that a bad thing?

I'm afraid so.

No. I won't go back to Madrid before I have a chance to talk to her.

Pablo.

I want to ask you one more question.

You're a good man if you're man enough to be honest and give me a sincere answer.

Every now and then I wonder if I am.

All right, what would you think of me if I said

that today in the cemetery with you

I was unable to see Dominique?

I'd say in all sincerity, you must be blind or else you must be crazy.

And if I could guarantee you...

that I am in full possession of my senses

and that both of my eyes are completely normal...

and I didn't see her?

Well, in that case I'd say I ought to see a doctor.

Because Dominique was as plain as day.

Indeed. Are you sure?

You don't mean that, seriously?

Pablo.

You came to me and asked if I would help.

That's what I want to do.

Believe me.

I'm not crazy and you know it.

I saw her.

And tonight I am going to see her again, Professor.

- What are you looking for? - Eh?

My error. Somewhere along the line there's neen a mistake.

At the hotel I was given the address of this house.

Profesor Urrutia.

Ah, it's been deserted a long time now. The Monceau's all died out, many years ago.

Did you say the Monceau's?

Yes. That's right.

In that case, this morning at the cemetery

who were the people who came to the funeral of a young girl named Dominique?

They're another branch. A distant one.

And their name is Monseau. Could be probably aunts.

All they wanted was to see the funeral of the poor young lady.

With her being the very last of the true Monceau's.

But those people already left town.

But don't they own part of this house and share it?

It's still the same to the others, the true Monceau.

They set aside money in a fund to keep it up, indefinitely.

I ought to know, because I am the caretaker,

but now I am old and feeble and no one wants to help me

because the pay is very poor, you know.

Well, isn't there an administrator?

I think he might give me the information I'm looking for.

The best information I know already,

and there's nothing else possible to learn or know.

From anybody.

When the administrator appears

I get my pay and he goes away.

Some place, or other.

He's a strange man and I don't ask him.

Yes. Well thank you.

Indeed, you've been most helpful.

Good afternoon.

Pleasure to talk to you.

I'm glad to hear, but you're too kind.

It's flattering to be recognised far away from home.

Well...really...could you tell me what possibility there is of getting an order

for the exhumation of a cadaver?

Yes, of course the request is a professional one.

Ah, yes. The name is Monceau. Dominique Monceau.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Is señorita Dominique Monceau here?

- Please come in, if you will. - Thank you.

This way, please.

Mademoiselle Claudia lLegrand

and her sister, Madam Dominique Monceau.

- Pablo Belasco. - You must really be cold.

- Some cognac?

Why yes, that's very kind of you.

Please make yourself comfortable.

My son, Jaques.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Ah, we're delighted to meet you and have you with us.

Dominique has told us so much about you and her.

And we've all been expecting you.

You were expecting me?

Of course. It's only natural, isn't it?

It was in my time. Polite young men asked for the daughter's hand.

Of course. Of course.

Even though it means nothing to Dominique

the rest of us have always thought of it as ordinary good manners.

It's a family custom.

In fact... you should...

I quite agree you should.

I'll tell you what my intentions are.

I know she is willing to marry me,

and I intend to marry Dominique.

I would like very much though, to have you give us your consent and blessing.

But of course I shall give it, and with all my heart.

Dominique is so enthralled with you that...

That it is only a point of etiquette to give formal consent to you.

Her happiness...and yours as well, depend on your knowing us.

Don't think it strange, brother in law...

The Monceau of Brittany have always been known for being perfectly happy together.

- All of them.

Except your father. Poor man.

He didn't want to have anything to do with our reunions here.

My husband was a peculiar man.

And he alone didn't share our interests.

He grew to hate them.

- Why? - He was scared of the supernatural world.

Isn't that silly!

Mama, I believe we should all go in to dinner now.

- It's time, don't you think? - Oh, yes.

Yes, shall we go in?

Pablo must sit opposite me, at the head of the table.

After all, he's our guset of honour.

Thank you.

Yes, you may begin to serve the soup now, Marius.

Not any for me, Marius. I'd rather save my appetite for the main course.

I can't resist Mallard Duck and Orange.

Can you, Pablo?

You can be frank, brother in law...

If you don't care for the Mallard, Marius can serve you anything you like.

Oh, no. I'm really very fond of it,

but you...you mean that we're not waiting for Dominique?

She is resting in bed. She was indisposed this morning.

Yes, this morning she told us she must have a good rest.

I'm afraid tonight she has to stay upstairs.

Watch what you're doing, Marius. Why, you've filled this plate to overflowing.

Will you tell us your age, Pablo?

Twenty two.

Oh, mine is a secret, but I can easily imagine how you would shudder

if you ask and I told you what it is!

But then my sister hates and despises Time and his brother, the Calendar.

She also thinks that time is an invention of foolish men.

And so it is. No doubt about it.

I think the wine will please you.

As a Burgundy, it's magnificent.

Marius, serve him some wine at once.

No... no you... you needn't pour it, Marius.

I'll pour myself a glass.

- I... I think I should... - Of course you'll spend the night here with us.

You can't go on a night like this.

- I'll come back tomorrow morning. - No.

I insist tonight you stay here withus.

As you can see, the house is much too large just for the four of us.

What's the matter?

Aren't you thrilled at the idea of staying so near to Dominique?

If you are ready.

In Brittany we count the days when the sun shines.

We have a higher incidence of fog than anywhere else in Europe.

So I've heard.

I suppose that accounts for it's reputation of necromany and witchcraft.

I forget who told me, that in Brittany

some of the dead live...

just like we do.

This is your room.

I've already told Marius to light a fire for you.

I'll say good night to you now if everything is all right.

I'll be quite all right, thanks.

Dominique?

Dominique?

Dominique?

Dominique Monceau, passed away from injuries in an automobile wreck

on the 5th of August in the Year of Our Lord, 1944.

Claudia Legrand, passed away in an accident while hunting,

the 6th of May in the Year of Our Lord, 1947.

Killed in action, Jaques Monceau

passed away from wounds received the 9th of January, 1945.

No!

- Dominique Monceau, passed away in a plane crash

the 12th of December, 1965.

Dominique! You can't pretend to me.

All this is a joke. An absurd joke. You're playing a trick!

Pablo.

Don't you see that it's... natural?

Natural... that I went to dinner with your dead relatives!

Natural that you made me think that yo're keeping our promise!

Aren't you glad that I did?

Are you in love with me or not, Dominique?

You're destroying my patience, my sanity.

I almost wished that family of yours weren't here.

But they're not playing.

You're convinced, Pablo.

You can see that it's true, can't you, that I'm really dead?

You read my name there.

On the list of the victims of the accident.

But still you were able to go on loving me.

Once and for all, Dominique, hush...

I couldn't possibly think of you as dead

Tell me that you are alive!

- For my sake. - I'm alive for you.

But you have to live the same way for me.

- We swore to that. - I adore you.

Come on, Dominique, let's get out of here.

Let's forget we were ever in Brittany at all.

You'll be all right in Spain.

Let's get out of this mist and go into the sunshine.

No, Pablo, dearest.

Neither one of us can go back again. My precious.

We must stay forever as we are, in Brittany.

You want me at your side, don't you?

Here we live beyond the mortal limits of life on earth.

We're beyond death.

That isn't love, Dominique, it's infatuation with eternity.

Yes, eternity.

That's just what I'm offering you, my love.

We'll be each other's... eternal beings.

Then set me free, Dominique.

If you want to live in a shroud then go ahead.

Stay here with these ghosts of yours.

Go on, tell the dead man.

But don't let that man be me.

Take any man but me.

This is a most surprising reaction.

But really...

I see from your face that you have had a change of heart, brother in law.

I suppose he has told you, my late, lamented sister

that he asked for you hand and we gave our consent.

The Monceau's habits are somewhat antique ones,

traditional, I'd say.

We keep our word, young man, and with a fidelity that is unquesionable.

Especially proposals and uh...

we're prepared to hold you to what you promised us.

No one can be held to a proomise that's impossible.

That's impossible? What are you referring to?

It's plain enough what I'm referring to!

You're...

people who are dead!

So you tell me

how can you expect me...

to keep my promise to marry a dead person?

Pablo, what's the matter?

The idea distresses you.

Though why I can't imagine.

No one is demanding the impossible here.

Because you're a corpse, like the rest of us.

What I mean is, you are one of us.

Or are you really unaware that you have been dead since 9 o'clock?

You died of heart failure during dinner with us tonight.

It was too much of a shock for you when you saw Dominique.

No! No!

No! I don't believe- It's not true!

Let me out of here! Let me out of here!

Calm yourself, Pablo.

Calm yourself.

All that Jaques has told you is the truth.

You are no longer alive.

Or rather I should tell you...

you aahave begun to live another life that's different from the one you lived away from us.

- The life of the dead.

The one we lead.

You'll like it a lot better, dearest Pablo.

Now nothing can ever separate you from Dominique.

You will live with her a story of love.

One that will be marvellous and everlastingly true.

The most romantic of all stories.

One I envy you both.

THat's why I'm quite sure of your happiness.

No, I won't let you make me a lunatic.

I know you're all crazy. Don't look at me ! I'm not crazy!

You try to intervene and I'll show you I'm not.

I can tell. It's all preposterous.

Yes, how could I be dead and still feel my heart beating?

My senses are working.

It's all preposterous!

- You see I can breathe and think. You can't stop me from going.

- Because I can shout! - But no one can hear you outside.

Your voice no longer makes a sound except when you talk to us.

Your real body no longer moves like this except when you walk with us.

Because you're a dead man.

Because to those who have yet to pass on

your real body has another configuration.

Another aspect entirely.

Another dimension to them.

Do you want to be convinced, brother in law?

If I put out the light

you'll see the reflection before you as if in a mirror

of what you look like now to the outside world.

I hate to do this to you.

I once saw you put your hand in the fire without burning it, Dominique.

You can because you are dead.

But I can't, and I'm going to prove it to you once and for all

that I'm alive!

Ohh!

What are you doing? Who told you to go in there?

Open this door. I heard a scream from inside the house.

I heard it too, but...

Come on, let's not waste time arguing!

From the way ot sounded, the scream came from upstairs somewhere.

What's up there?

That is where the family bedrooms and the library are.

Pablo!

Pablo!

Thank you, Professor.

I should have known you would come here.

What's this?

I won't let you stay another minute in this house.

Professor!

My dear brother in law.

It's not possible for you to live unless you live with us.

We arranged for you to come to us of your own free will.

You brought it on yourself.

I'm sorry for you, my dear brother in law.

Take it easy, Pablo.

-It's a shame to leave us now, Pablo.

We were all so pleased to have you with us.

But you will come back.

You really will come back, Pablo.

Of course you will.

Don't be too long, my precious.

I'll be waiting for you.

I'll be waiting...

I'll be waiting...

My dear brother in law

It's not possible for you to live umless you live with us.

We arranged for you to come to us of your own free will.

You brought it on yourself.

I'm sorry for you, my dear brother in law.

-It's a shame to leave us now, Pablo.

We were all so pleased to have you with us.

We'll see you soon.

Don't be too long, my love.

I'll be waiting for you.

I'll be waiting...

You must believe me, Professor.

I swear it's the truth.

You must believe me!

It's as true as the fact that I'm talking to you now!

I believe you, Pablo. I believe you.

Just relax. You're safe and sound.

I'll go out and get a sedative to make you sleep a little.

Don't leave me here. Don't leave me!

I won't.

I'm afraid of Dominique.

I'm afraid of her, Profesor. I'm afraid.

I won't.

- Don't worry. - But I'll love her as long as I live.

There's nothing to fear. We're leaving tomorrow.

Get a good night's sleep now and you'll feel better.

Let me see if there's something here.

Yes.

Here.

Drink this for now.

I want to sleep.

- Relax. That's it. - I must sleep.

Good. Good. Relax now.

Did you call me, Pa...?

Pablo!

What do you expect to find in there, Professor?

A woman who's dead. A woman who's dead and buried.

Now the truth.

Subtitles: 2018 Elphinstone Dalrymple