Bloodline Page #2

And they just don't haunt my dreams,

they haunt my work.

- Everything that I've done...

- I don't want you haunted, and I don't want you hurt.

It's not that.

It's... It's stress.

It's this this banquet thing.

I hate crap like this!

Oh.

Then you shouldn't be so good.

- But it's not ready. I'm not sure if it will work.

- Right.

So that's why your face

is on this magazine cover.

L'Merchant!

The bloodline continues,

toy maker.

I'm restless,

and you're bored.

I think we should

see America.

Screw America.

Then I would like your permission

to go by myself.

Don't you want to know

why I'd like to go?

Is that your final word?

Angelique,

let's make this clear.

What you want

is irrelevant.

It's about what I want.

After 200 years, you should know

what those things are.

Jacques,

have I ever

disappointed you?

- No.

- Close your eyes.

- Don't move.

- Why?

So you won't bruise.

- Is this a new game?

- Oh, yes.

It might hurt...

Just a little.

Jacques, do you remember

De L 'Isle's lesson?

Perhaps I was a bit hasty.

Enjoy.

I forget.

You like it rough, don't you?

Please!

Yes, you like it rough!

It hurts.

It hurts.

Oh, please. Please.

You broke the number-one rule, Jacques.

You tried to stand

in hell's way.

What are you talking about?

The toy maker's bloodline

has survived.

The box.

America.

It's both

my pleasure and honor...

to present this award on behalf

of the architectural community...

to Mr. John Merchant.

John.

Thank you.

I've always thought

that the...

applause from your peers

is the best kind of applause,

and I am truly touched

by, uh, your reception...

and by this award.

Originally,

when I had put myself...

Leonardo da Vinci

once said that no work of art...

is ever completed,

only abandoned.

And I never understood

what he meant until now.

Thank you.

Good night.

Very nice speech.

Honey, it's okay.

Let's just go.

Toy maker.

I know I brought it with me.

- Idiot!

- I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

- I didn't even see you.

- Oh, forgive me.

- I'm very sorry.

- That was very rude.

Now I'll have to think of a way

to make it up to you.

Why are we going to the basement?

At least tell me your name.

Do we really need to know

each other's names?

Mystery woman, huh?

Aren't you excited

by mystery?

Ooh, yeah. You bet.

You seem to be pretty

familiar with this place.

I'm just following

my instincts.

Do you like games?

You're a dream.

Almost.

Close your eyes.

Trust me.

Okay.

What's going on?

Can I look now?

You can look now.

Time to play another game.

I have such sights

to show you.

All right.

What's happening?

Angelique.

Things seem to have changed.

Hell is more ordered

since your time, Princess.

And much less amusing.

- The box did this?

- A man did this.

But the box called him.

It called to his blood.

His ancestor made the box...

and would have unmade

all of us.

You've been away too long,

Princess.

This is not a room.

This is a holocaust...

waiting to wake itself.

If we could just move

this whole thing right up...

to give it

a little more height.

- There's a woman here to see you.

- Tell her to have a seat, okay?

- Okay.

- John Merchant and Associates.

I know you.

You've no idea what a pleasure

it is to meet you again.

This is all very good.

You're the one

we've been waiting for.

Who are you?

A friend, I hope.

A client, I'm sure.

Is this yours?

No.

This has been in my family

for hundreds of years.

I'm working on something

based on it.

- May I see it?

- Nobody's seen it.

Then let me be the first.

To put it simply, it's something

I want to do with mirrors and lasers.

See, in theory, it's possible.

Perpetual light.

Trapped light feeding off

its own reflections.

I haven't perfected

the light yet.

Something's missing,

and I can't make it work.

It'll go for a few seconds...

then it'll blink out.

Sometimes a few seconds

are more than enough,

toy maker.

What did you call me?

You think you don't remember,

but your blood knows.

Let it remind you.

- Angelique.

- You know me from dreams.

John Merchant.

John L'Merchant.

We have a destiny...

together.

I don't believe in destiny.

You think your work

on the building was an accident?

It called to you, John.

We have great work to do.

I shall be in touch.

Whatever you want.

Whatever you want.

What time is it?

- Hello.

- L'Merchant.

I have to see you.

- Can we meet? Today.

- Yeah. Okay.

- We'll go over it tomorrow.

- At your office.

Okay. Bye.

Business.

Some Japanese client.

Got no sense of time.

I grow impatient

with the Princess.

Human acquiescence is as easily

obtained by terror...

as by temptation.

- New building.

- Must be.

- Settling?

- Yeah. Settling.

Still hungry?

Ready for something that screams?

So she starts

asking me all kinds of weird questions.

Like what?

Like, would I do it with a woman

that used to be a man?

- Like with a guy that had it cut off?

- Yeah.

Hormones, the whole bit.

- So, what'd you say?

- I mean, I guess so.

If she was cut

and all.

- What's this?

- It's a door.

I know it's a door,

but it isn't on the chart.

Genius college boys.

A pity the mirror will not

show your true beauty, Princess.

Your human admirer

may not sense it,

but I can smell

the exquisite stench...

of what you really are!

You know, I'm starting

not to like this so much.

- You know, I was just thinking the same thing.

- Well, maybe...

Sh*t!

- We should check it out.

- Speak for yourself.

This is getting weird.

You coming?

Go ahead.

Check it out.

Well, at least

watch my back.

You got it.

You look like death, Princess.

Temptation is illusion.

But the time for trickery

is past.

In this game, we show ourselves

as we really are.

What's that?

The beauty of suffering.

You are no different

from that beast...

that sucks the bones

you throw to it.

And you, Princess.

What are you?

You scared the sh*t out

of me, man! What's wrong with you?

My flashlight died.

I tripped and fell.

From now on,

we stick together. Always.

Together. Right.

Someone's messing

with our heads.

Freeze!

- Just back it up against the wall!

- You heard him. Back it up!

Don't make us

put some pain on you.

Pain?

How dare you use that word.

He's got pins

in his head.

What you think of

as pain...

is only a shadow.

Pain has a face.

Allow me to show it to you.

Gentlemen,

I... am... pain.

I know your fear.

I hear it.

"Please, don't separate me

from my brother. "

I give you my word...

that will never happen.

A lesson, Princess.

Work with me,

or for me.

Temptation is worthless,

Princess.

Suffering is the coin

of the realm.

I will teach your human Merchant

about the value of suffering.

I will buy his secret...

with a bounty of pain.

They say

the greatest suffering...

a parent can know...

is the loss of a child.

Honey, Mommy'll be back

in five minutes, okay?

- Jack.

- Mom, I'm concentrating.

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