All language subtitles for Gradiva.2006_Track03

Yes

What is it?

- A package, sir
- What is it?

I don't know, Monsieur

Belkis!

- Yes, sir?
- Who brought this box?

- Arider, Monsieur.
- When?

Tonight, just now

A man or woman?

I don't know.
It was dark

Did this person of unknown sex
say anything when leaving the package?

Yes, sir.
That it would help with your work

The book I'm writing on Delacroix?

Probably, sir. I don't know

Had you ever seen them before?

No, Monsieur

But it's someone who knows me?

I don't know, Monsieur

Belkis?

Yes, Monsieur

Have you anything for toothache?

There are dentists in Marrakech,
in the medina

who pull out your teeth
with pliers

GRADNA
(Ks Gradiva who is calling you)

The package you were given last night
contained a box of slides

Yes, Monsieur

- You knew that?
- No, Monsieur

They were exactly the same make
as I use in my machine

How could someone know
the requirements of a projector

so old-fashioned?
- I don't know, sir

Do people come in while I'm away?

I don't know, Monsieur

It's said...

that long ago, the Pasha of Tazert,
in the morning...

his eyes still dreamy,
would impale the female parts

of the little concubines

whose nightly service
hadn't entirely satisfied him

It seems like the pain I'm suffering
...amuses you

Haven't you got a heart?

Well?

I don't know, Monsieur

Calm down

That's fine

We'll have a proper look
later

Gently, gently

Voila! And now I'm here

And I'm 'writing

I'm writing...

that I'm not here

That I'm wandering
through the labyrinth of the medina

looking for...

looking for an object, a little...

lost...

Unless, once again,
it concerns my double

Can I help find what you want?

Yes. Listen...

I was supposed to meet a woman here.
A young blonde woman

I'm surprised she's not here

If a young blonde woman
had come in Monsieur

I think I'd have noticed

May I ask this person's name?

In all honesty, I don't really know

Ah, I see

In any event, I can show you
some gifts for young ladies

Silver Berber necklaces,
slave bracelets, indiscreet jewelry...

Right now,
I'm looking for a woman, not gifts

I can help you there as well

I know excellent houses of pleasure

I'm meeting
a specific individual

Specific and nameless

Listen, while you're waiting,
I can show you authentic harem items

from gentle to most cruel

Executioner's axes a century old

as well as instruments
for more intimate torture

If you know what I mean

A century...?

That's not so old

All the more interesting

The fact that it's so near to us
makes things more exciting

I can even get you
into private performances

of a somewhat... special nature

No, I'm already late
for my rendezvous. Thanks

Here, my friend. For God's grace

Thank you

Tell me, did anyone
go into this shop just before me?

No, sir, only you
in the last half an hour

You didn't see a young
blonde woman just before me?

Alas, sir, my eyes died centuries ago

But man or woman,
blonde or brunette, I'd have heard

No one's gone in, you can trust me

I made a mistake then

They're fakes, of course

You're an expert?

A bit, a bit

I know an antique dealer
who'll sell you

genuine Delacroix drawings

Since you're interested

How do you know
what interests me?

The blind are gifted
with second sight

Come with me.
You can trust me

I don't know the exact address,
but I'll find it. Let's get a taxi

- This isn't a taxi!
- It's a taxi, trust me

His cab sign is being fixed
at the electrician's

I recognized it right away
from the sound of its motor

- The motor's off...
- It is now

But I heard it
when it pulled up and parked

Put on my dark glasses

The antique dealer
is an important and very secretive man

He doesn't like anyone knowing exactly
where his treasures are hidden

They're completely opaque,
these glasses

Oh, I wouldn't know

I'm totally blind, you know

As for the beautiful blonde lady
you saw enter the shop

they say that the Medina

harbors the ghost
of a lovely golden-haired girl

beheaded at the beginning
of the last century

for having been seduced
by a Frenchman passing through

Perhaps you noticed that...

her graceful steps
made no sound touching the ground?

That's quite possible, maybe

Well, maybe it's her
that you saw

In any case you'll easily find
in all the souvenir shops

the axe
the executioner beheaded her with

Many different models exist,
in different shapes

to satisfy connoisseurs varied tastes

Some stories say
it wasn't an axe at all

but a saber
or even a simple dagger

All are available in the souks,
with certificates of authenticity

Right... We're here

Give me my glasses

Go up the steps just in front

The door's ajar.
Push it. Turn right

A young servant girl, very discreet,
'will meet you

I'll wait in the taxi,
which you'll need to get back

You can pay later

Could I...

listen, Justine...

you're still so young

You needn't be so melodramatic.
I'll show you

Sometimes it's even very...

Enough!
She'll obey!

We paid for her

I expected you.
I was warned, of course

Please share our modest meal,
as you haven't lunched

It's nearly over...

Oh, that's right, I forgot.
A little dental problem

We'll look into that as well

I'm a bit of a surgeon too.
In this business, it can be useful

Claudine. Come here

Let's look at these watercolors
you're so interested in

You're to show us the jewels
from our secret stock

Madame Elvira
will take care of the girl

Persuasion
is her least deniable speciality

Would you prefer a gentler method?

For me, personally,
yes, of course

Go on, show the way,
and don't meddle in this

Training cell number 7

The severe method

No permanent marks
on the more interesting areas

Don't worry. We won't damage
your fragile little virgin

We'll give her back intact,
smiling, accepting everything obediently

You're charming and pretty
but don't think your youthful appeal...

will shelter you from your fate

Doctor Anatoli is a sentimentalist

Unfortunately I'm the mistress here

We have here, among other things,
a school of dance and drama

A finishing school
for young girls

destined for careers in cinema, fashion,
deluxe commerce or escort service

as well as models
for photographers or painters

These young ladies
must be rehearsing an improvisation

Learning to scream, it seems,
is one of the most difficult things

All these drawing show
just how far Delacroix

was sensually attached
to his graceful model

whom he was doubtlessly ravishing
between poses

Something bothers me
about their authenticity

There's no other example
of this kind of erotic detail

in his other Moroccan sketch books

The nearly scandalous nature
of these sketch books

kept them sheltered from prying eyes

Either by the artist himself

or by the pasha
who coveted the beauty

believing he had rights over her

unwilling to see her
in the arms of another

A Frenchman, moreover

No one's ever mentioned this
Moroccan affair of Eugene Delacroix

You'll be the first to do so,
my dear John

The rediscovery
of the two missing sketchbooks

will shake up the whole art world

Harder!

Harder!

Harder!

How do you know my name?

Every expert knows your name
and works, Monsieur Locke

- I've never published
- You were just getting ready

And as you're on the trail
don't tell me it's by chance

that you've set up
your research laboratory

on the exact spot...

where the final drama
took place

And what place is that?

Tazert's old Casbah,
half in ruins today

What could one do there, other than
research our Eugene's Gradiva?

- You call her Gradiva?
- Her name was Leila

but notice the care
with which the artist

painted her foot
in its peculiar position

The young Delacroix
might well have seen the bas-relief

allegedly Pompeian,
in the Vatican museum

and made the connection himself
with the beloved little foot...

of his graceful model

Harder

And what do you mean by
"final drama"?

Don't play the fool,
Mr John Locke

You surely know better than any of us
about this distressing story

It's clearly not about
the eruption of Vesuvius

but rather the execution
of the very seductive Leila

Punished for having loved
a passing foreigner

That's something else

Some of Fernand Cormon's studies
for his "La Favorite Déchue"

I thought you were going to say
it was a sketch

done on the spot during
his beloved mistress' execution

Don't joke, Monsieur

These horrible things happened

And probably still do

I'll give you a painkiller

to relieve your toothache
and bring prolonged relief

It's in a very sugary drink
to avoid any hypoglycemic vertigo

Remember, you've not eaten
since morning

Then you'll rest in a discreet hotel
that's part of our establishment

No, don't worry. It'll pass

Sweet Claudine
will take you to the hotel

It's a bit unusual
but our very best room

Here's the key to your room

It's number 13

I hope you're not superstitious

Go on John, it's for the best

You're not armed?

No, of course not!

Your first time here?

Yes, it's my first time

But...

Then take this,
as an identification symbol

Don't go anywhere without it

Nine...

Ten...

Eleven...

Twelve...

No, let go of me!

I didn't do anything wrong!

Where was I?

What are you doing?

As you see, I'm writing

And to whom,
if you don't mind me asking?

Oh, I don't know.
To myself, in a sense

I'm 'writing my memoirs.
I'm telling my own life story

That makes no sense

You're much too young

You've not lived

No, an old soldier...

writes his memoirs
about meeting de Gaulle...

-...or Winston Churchill
- No. That was in another time

One wrote about one's past life.
It wasn't at all creative

The thing then was to lie

so as to arrange things
to one's advantage

"We set out as 500..."

"but with rapid reinforcements
we reached the port 3000 strong"

When in reality...

the poor lads,
seeing it was going wrong

disappeared down the side streets

and what he calls the troops
arriving at the port

were two baldies
and three stubble-heads!

Now, that's all over with

You've got to write your memoirs
as soon as possible

and project yourself into the future
with an epic 700-page volume

published by Fayard,
making you an instant celebrity

It's only after that

you can easily
become a romantic singer

admiral of the fleet

subversive psychoanalyst
in a mass-market fashion magazine

or... the world's underwater
spear-fishing champion, eh?

And us, in your account of the future

We're in there, too?

Anatoli, me, Madame Elvira?

But of course,
because it's a true story

I can't make you disappear by magic

An example

If I write that the blonde man
who's following and watching me

is just now riding slowly along
on a big shiny motorcycle

well. ..
It immediately becomes reality

Are you a little mad?

Not at all!

Madness would be...

to allow external events to happen
without intervening

Belkis!

Yes, Monsieur?

Who put this photo on my table?

I don't know, Monsieur

Did anyone come in
while I was in town?

I don't know, Monsieur.
It's a big house

Does anyone beside me
have a key?

Yes, of course

- The landlord.
- You know him?

No, Monsieur,
he lives far away from here

- Where, exactly?
- I don't know, Monsieur

Ahhh! " I don't know, Monsieur.
I don't know, Monsieur"

Just what do you know'?

What use are you to me?

What are you good for? Well?

For what?

I don't know, Monsieur

Leave me alone
...for now

Please

Yes, Monsieur

Aren't you cold at night
in such a light dress?

It's been so long, alas

since my body has felt
either hot or cold

This attire, henceforth,
is mine for eternity

This was my execution dress

The bloodstains, though,
have disappeared

My innocence
washed the blood from my wounds

Who are you?

I was a white slave

from Andalusia,
where I spent my childhood

and probably before that

even further back still

Why " I was"?

Because " I am" no longer

You're no longer a slave.
So they freed you, then?

In one sense, yes

they freed me by the blade

But I'm still a slave

Only now, it's of my past

What do you mean?

That spirits are condemned
for all time

to repeat their tragic destiny

Didn't you know that, John Locke?

You know my name

As you know mine

Could you be the one
the legend speaks of...

who posed for the French painter
more than a century ago?

A century ago, two centuries ago...

or ten centuries
and all the centuries of centuries

until time has ceased to flow

Did you know Eugéne Delacroix?

Yes

To my sorrow

l knew him

He called me...

Gradiva

I don't know why

- Now, I have to go.
- Will you return to sing...

in the ruins tomorrow night?

There's no tomorrow night

All nights are the same night

The one when the dagger
pierced my flesh

You shouldn't question me further

Talking to the dead brings bad luck

Didn't you know that,
John Locke?

What are you doing there?
Still asleep at this hour!

Get up

Yes, Monsieur.
Forgive me

I had a horrid dream

Too much dreaming's out of fashion

Yes, Monsieur. I'll stop it

A young lady friend of yours

Thank you

- I don't want to disturb you
- Not at all. Sit down

But you're with a friend

What do you mean?
I'm all alone here

You know, I'm not really sure
who you are

But I remember quite well
meeting you at a friend's party

and found you charming

But where was it exactly?

Come on, it was last night,
at Anatoli's

The antique dealer who has the
sketches attributed to Delacroix

That does ring a bell

You're a friend of Georgios Anatoli

interested in orientalist painters'
love lives. Fascinating

But Georgios is no antiquarian.
Who told you that?

He's an art lover
and a collector of all sorts of things

And a director as well

Hey, you must come
see me perform tonight

You're an actress?

Yes...

a sort of actress

I don't act every day, thank God

Tomorrow I pose for fashion photos
by the sea

Essaouira, you know it?

An ancient city the French
once called Mogador

Your dear Delacroix stayed there
with a ravishing Moroccan, a Leila

Who met a tragic end

Come with me there.
I'll show you her grave

- Delacroix never went to Mogador
- Oh really!

Sketchbooks were recently found,
with scenes drawn in the old town

You said you perform tonight.
What theatre?

The Golden Triangle

It's not a typical theatre.
And "secret"

But any taximan in the know
will get you there. For a tip

Come at ten.
Ask for Madame Elvira, the boss

Say you're Georgia's friend
and Claudine sent you

And now I've got to run

Lovely to have seen you again.
I'm sure you'll love the show

And we can have a drink after

See you tonight

By the way, I forgot...

Doctor Anatoli gave me this for you

It's great for toothaches

- What are you doing here?
- Nothing, Monsieur

Waiting for the bus home

The waiter is my uncle.
He gave me some water

- You had errands in town?
- Yes, Monsieur

- You forgot to tell me?
- No, Monsieur

After you left
I remembered things we needed

I'm going back, too

Would you like a ride?

I don't know, Monsieur

Come on, then

It's an order

Yes, Monsieur

- You'd rather caress white skin?
- What do you mean?

She's meeting you tonight

She kissed your mouth when she left

Not my mouth. My nose

So you spy on me now'?

And it was just a little kiss

Dry and friendly

Monsieur...?

Yes?

Do you tie her to the bed
to do things?

That might be quite nice

- What do you think?
- I don't know, Monsieur

Nothing else to say?

Be wary of that young woman.
She sleeps with your landlord

How do you know'?

- Do you know her?
- No, Monsieur

80...? Talk

This morning, just after you left
a policeman came

A Commissaire Mahmet
or something

Showed me that woman's photo

Asked if she'd been to see you

It was him who told me
she was the landlord's mistress

But Why?

What's the connection?

- What's he want, this cop?
- I don't know, Monsieur

Do you like me kissing you?

I don't know, Monsieur

I feel a little drowsy...
and my vision's blurry

This toothache is exhausting me.
I need to think

I'm going to take a little walk
to clear my mind

- Prepare dinner for seven.
- Yes, Monsieur

She gave you a medicine
to drink. It was poison

Since you claim
this pretty lady loves me

why would she want to poison me?

She's obeying someone else.
And some poisons kill only the soul

- You're talking nonsense.
- Yes, Monsieur

No, Monsieur

I feel much better

I'll be able to walk

- ls dinner ready?
- Yes. It's waiting

Fine. Let's go

- Shine the torch on me.
- Yes, Monsieur

- What's this chain?
- I don't know, Monsieur

- What time is it?
- Nine o'clock, Monsieur

Call me a taxi.
I have to go into town

No, Monsieur

Yes, Monsieur

Please don't go, Monsieur

I have to go

I don't know why

- Are you the taxi I rang for?
- Of course

- I don't see a meter
- It's being repaired

And you haven't asked me
where I want to go

You have to see the show
at the Golden Triangle at ten

How did you know?

All taxi drivers work for the police

Didn't you know, John Locke?

What's this about?

Orientalist shows are banned,
in principle

But they're tolerated
if the theatres collaborate

Like high-class whores

Naked young actresses
furnish precious information

on clients' illegal activities

Traffic in fresh meat...

the usual criminal tendencies

And it's the police who pay the taxis?

What do you mean?

The last time you drove me
I didn't have to pay

Last time? This is the first time
I've driven you, Mr Locke

Are you armed?

No, of course not

Fine, you can go in

I want to speak to Madame Elvira

Welcome, Monsieur Locke

Orientalists are always welcome
at our shows

And your presence here
is a great honor

You flatter me, Madame

Joujou will take you to your seat

You like my little pupil?

She's been whipped?

Why is that?

Please! It's just make-up

Our actresses are waitresses
during intermission

wearing the costumes
they performed in onstage

That's strange

They look like fresh welts
from a real whipping

Our make-up girl's an artist

It's a shame you weren't here
for the evening's first tableau

There were two magnificent
black horses onstage

Take Monsieur Locke
to Commissaire Mahdi's table

Introduce them
with the respect they deserve

Remember what happens
if you commit the least mistake!

Yes, Mistress, I remember

You can touch,
to see if they're real or not

Those are make-up, obviously.
The real ones are on the other side

Much closer to the pubis

When my mistress is very excited
she whips my privates

to make me scream

Your skin is very soft

Is it very painful?

Yes, a bit.
There, where the strap hit too hard

What did you do wrong?

I broke a glass serving a drink
with my hands chained together

That can't be very practical

No, but it's fun.
And the orientalists love it

Professor John Locke,
Commissaire Mahdi ben Mochrane

Top marks, my girl.
You've learned your lesson well

Not too hard on the left side,
Commissaire. It's a bit sore

Please

How kind of you,
my dear Mr Locke

to have agreed to this interview

- What? But you never...
- Oh yes, I did

Admittedly
in a somewhat devious manner

to maintain the courtesy
and hospitality due visiting foreigners

I don't understand

- What do you want?
- It's nothing really...

Likely a series of sad coincidences

Second tableau

"La Favorite Déchue "
by Femand Cormon

Let's talk straight

Some pretty girls disappeared
from and around a mountain village

very close to your residence

One appears
to have been raped

and then murdered
in a cruel fashion

What's more...

we've found your fingerprints
on the handle of a dagger

the blade of which was...

stained with human blood

A woman's, in fact,
to be more precise

Thank you

Third tableau

“The Death of Gradiva“
by Edouard Manneret

Drink

I want to have your opinion
on my new discoveries

Since you're so interested
in Delacroix's horses

I have to show you
these sketches

which are very personal,
if you know what I mean

I might even be inspired by them
for my next performances

You see...?

They're clearly studies
for "The Massacre at Scio"

which must have comprised
a series of paintings

You've seen this one

You feel unwell, Mr Locke?

Leila

- Gradiva.
- No

Our star isn't called Leila,
but Hermione

Her clear likeness
to the young white slave

who posed for Delacroix

inspired our 'writer
to use her in a few tableaux

executions or preliminary torture

more or less connected
to her tragic end

of which exist, as you know,
many versions

It's late...

I must leave you

I have to go...

to the cemetery
as I do every night

to pray at the graveside
of that other me

my accursed twin sister

Forgive me, sir

but at times you resemble,
in a horrid way, her killer

What does it mean,
this story...

about the cemetery
and the murdered twin?

- Nothing at all. She's raving.
- Tell me more!

Ignore her

Hermione acts strangely
these days

She never had a sister,
let alone a twin

is on the terrace
of the Lost Cats Cafe

Three nights ago,
she was attacked backstage

Nothing serious,
it happens sometimes with...

...with slightly unstable fans

But she imagines
that she met that night

the sadistic criminal
sought by the police

who that night stabbed,
not her stomach

but that of her double

An imaginary double, of course

Doctor Anatoli, who was her titular lover,
before I arrived,

is keeping a close eye
on her neurosis

He thinks she may be acting

This criminal, you mention

is it true I look like him?

Who knows?
No one's ever seen him

You must get to sleep

Our car will take you home

The blue taxi?

Why do you say that?

There are no blue taxis
in Marrakech

As for Mogador

the photographer will pick us up
at the Lost Cats Café

at ten on the dot

You waited for me?

Yes, Monsieur

I feared you'd never return

Monsieur?

Yes

If it would give you pleasure...

Yes, go on...

What I meant...

You can whip me, if you want to

All the men do that,
with their little bed slave

To punish you for what?

I don't know, Monsieur

They always find a reason

Girls are bad...

and must be whipped sometimes
to remind them who they belong to

You'd like that?

I don't know

Monsieur?

Yes?

At night...

What about it?

The song you hear, at night,
through the window...

- You know where it comes from?
- No. But it's not from here

What do you mean?

It's neither Arab nor Berber

And so?

It's Death, Monsieur,
who is calling you

Do you love me?

Oh, yes, Monsieur

Claudine's not here?

She left something important
behind

But she'll be right back

Do you model for fashion shoots, too?

Yes. Sometimes I do,
for fashion, or...

or other things

But not really

- I'm an actress
- Yes, I know

- I saw you onstage last night.
- That's right! How awful!

No, but the theatres
not my metier either

So, you're in film?

Neither film nor theatre.
No, I'm...

a dream actress

Sounds interesting

What does it involve?

As the name suggests,
I act in people's dreams

How can you do that?

In the most natural way

The dream world is as real
as the waking world

Didn't you know that?

You mean it's just as material,
just as tangible?

Indeed, yes

Perhaps even more so

Your questions are strange

In fact, the dream world
is just like the real world

It's an exact double, its twin

It has...

characters, objects, words,
fears, pleasures, dramas

But everything there
is infinitely more violent

Erotic dreams?

All dreams are erotic.
That's what's so exciting for actors

It must be a difficult craft

It can be learned

There are schools,
exams, diplomas

And the nonprofessionals
are quickly eliminated

What's taught in these schools?

All sorts of things

Physical acting, voice training,
narratology, psychoanalysis

penal law, orientalist painting,
the principal of causality

contradiction as the motor of history

Why penal law'?

We have to know exactly
what's legal and what's not

and the penalties

Dreams are strictly monitored
by the police

You know, for example,
anything involving minors

young boys or prepubescent
adolescents is strictly forbidden

And it's a pity

I knew a gorgeous young girl

who wanted to act
in a big-budget sado-lesbian dream

The writer agreed,
her parents and lawyers agreed

but the producer was intransigent.
Invoking his moral responsibility

child labor laws,
health risks, and I don't know what

Morals! He didn't give a damn!

In reality he was just worried
about his cash

I find that shocking. Don't you?

Yes, yes, of course

But...

Murder... is that permitted?

Happily, yes

Including aggravated murder
with unlawful imprisonment and torture

That's all that's left to ban

Mind you, they did try a few years ago

A high-minded government,
during an election

That caused a riot in the profession

But, with the threat
of a general strike

and occupation
of the collective unconscious

the governing powers pulled back

Can you imagine?

Nobody would be able
to dream anything anymore

Doctors said that people
would die en masse

That's ignoring the rich

who would just relocate their dreams
to oneiric paradises

which flourish
in the Middle East or the Bahamas

To save face, the government decided

the costliest dreams would lose
their full National Health cover

Double standards as usual!

I find it totally unacceptable.
Don't you?

Sure. Of course. But...

tell me, these dreams...

-...you invent them for people?
- Ah no, not at all, no...

The public don't want that

There are writers who specialize in that

They're called oneirographers

And they earn a pretty good living

Who collects their royalties?

The Writer's Guild, as usual

It qualifies as mental
representation rights

But the actors, they too

have government agencies
to distribute royalties also

Of course. How stupid of me

In confidence,
Mademoiselle Hermione

have you ever acted
in my dreams?

Of course

Often, in fact

Particularly, since
you've been living in Morocco

In fact, that's why...

you recognized me so quickly last night,
and called me Leila

Do you remember?

The sole of my foot
raised up...

vertically...

Do you remember, John Locke?

Excuse me. I'm a bit late

We'll pick up the photographer
on the way

- Are you tired?
- Yes, a bit. It's nothing

I slept very badly last night,
that's all

- Did you have nightmares?
- That's a big word

I have dreams, like everyone else

Careful.
The police are watching you

Yes, I know. It's nothing serious

I don't agree with you

Commissaire Mahdi
loaned us his car and driver

Come on dear friend.
The sea is calling you

That blind beggar there,
isn't he our driver?

You can see he is

Here's poor Gradivds grave

Eight

Nine

Room twelve

Ten...

Eleven...

Thirteen

Fourteen

- Come in, John. I've been waiting
- No, I'm sorry. It's a mistake

I can't find my room

But I wasn't trying to force the lock
on the door next to mine

Besides, I didn't know
that this one was yours

No, don't get upset.
It's all going as planned

Come in,
since you have no other choice

Come in

You're not working tonight?

Ah no. The photo session's over.
Thank God

No, I didn't mean that

But your strange profession
as dream actress

That must be more of
a night job, I would imagine

Not entirely

But tonight, as it happens,
I'm working

Which is to say, I'm performing...
right now

What do you mean?

You're sleeping right now, John

In room twelve

And I'm playing--

a character...in the dream
you so innocently 'wandered into

In fact, I'm indisputably the heroine

This is absurd!

I'm looking for my room
I'm definitely not dreaming

- Prove it to me, then.
- Just look at your clothing...

You dream you're Eugéne Delacroix

on one of those amorous adventures
he was so fond of

And this adventure
is me

But... it goes wrong

Watch out

Okay. So, this is a joke...

I'm sleepy and I should get back

Oh no, John, it's not a joke

Anyway, there is no room 12
in this hotel

which is in the universe
of our dreams

In the "real" hotel,
in the conscious world

which we checked into, last night

it's obviously room 13 that's missing

As in every establishment

frequented by superstitious
American tourists

You even said so when we arrived

Deploring that the hotel
in which you'd be sleeping

didn't overlook the sea,
unlike this one

Your room is probably
just on the other side

That's what I'm saying

We're here on the other side
of the real world

I guess you're not armed...

Take this, then,
as a sort of talisman

This is a dangerous place

I don't trust blind drivers

And I'm wary of their presents

It's not a present,
Monsieur Locke

The dagger is yours

You left this compromising object
in a blue taxi

just a few days ago

Remember?

Photo

Clean up

It's Death, Monsieur,
who's calling you

Why... little Belkis?

Why did you do this?

I don? know, Monsieur