Chrysalis Page #2

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Are you coming, Marie?

Go on.

You and I both know

he's in good hands.

Let me keep questioning him,

keep up appearances.

Very well.

I'll keep you posted.

So?

So nothing.

He's been telling me a heap of lies.

We found his fingerprint

on Tatiana.

Shouldn't that be enough?

I hoped this interrogation

would allow you

to show us your talent.

And to get some answers.

I admit

I'm somewhat disappointed.

I'll go back then.

You're a goddamned psycho!

What the hell were you thinking?

Don't move!

- Shut up!

- Stop it!

Keep still, b*tch!

Come here, f***er!

Stay put!

What are you doing?

Look at me!

Open the door!

You want her dead? Shut up!

B*tch!

Open the door or I'll shoot.

F***er!

What are you doing?

Open the door. Don't move.

Drop the gun.

Drop your gun!

You're asking for it!

Want her dead?

Look!

There!

Look at this b*tch.

Look how she's gonna die!

Look!

Look! Motherf***er!

Look at your partner!

You want to die?

She won't suck no more!

So? What do you want?

You want her dead?

Is that it?

Don't touch me!

What the hell?

Who do you think you are?

All I asked of her

was to swap shifts.

I have two weeks' vacation due.

Is that fair?

Excuse me.

Clara is wanted at reception. Clara.

You'll get a story.

It's too early.

Usually I put her to bed at nine.

Change of program.

She has a full check-up tomorrow.

- Why?

- Why what?

Why the change?

Listen, Clara:
Clmence

has a full check-up tomorrow.

Next week she's going home.

That's how it is.

You can read her a story.

Is that Clara?

What a city!

When I first arrived in Paris,

I hated it.

The noise, the cars,

the gray skies...

I was fresh out of my village

in Germany...

You can imagine.

But I learned to look up

and see Paris.

This Paris.

I realized how lucky I was

to be studying in a city

of such great beauty.

And then,

a godsend:

I met your father.

One day... how old were you?

Four or five.

You were on his shoulders,

totally over-excited.

You'd lost your teddy bear.

It fell in the water.

You cried. You can't imagine

how much you cried.

Remember?

What's wrong?

Nothing, I'm just a little cold.

Let's go then.

Light.

Too bad Clara's not here.

She'd have liked it.

Guess her age.

I don't know.

Are you kidding?

As she always says,

Jacques is an artist.

Sit up straight.

Your favorite dessert.

What's wrong?

Is it too hot?

What's the problem?

It's nothing.

- I don't like it.

- You love it!

I said I don't!

Calm down.

Hey there.

It happened so fast,

all of it.

Can I come in?

Why didn't you tell me?

What would it have changed?

Internal Affairs

is questioning me tomorrow.

We're partners.

I can help you.

Nicolov's death is my fault too.

I'll tell them so.

But I can't help

if you don't trust me.

Talk, goddamn it!

Tell me to f*** off.

Say something!

I'm sure you're a good cop,

with a bright future.

Tell them whatever you want.

Yeah...

You're right.

You're right.

Smart thinking, to give up now.

When you wanted so badly

to find Elena...

What are you doing here?

in that shoot-out,

Nicolov was shot by David Hoffman.

In the knee.

Check out the recording.

We have a serious problem,

Captain Miller.

This man

is not Dimitri Nicolov!

F***ing ghost!

I killed you this morning!

Who are you talking about?

Tell me who!

Who are you talking about?

Officer 125614 requesting

localization of David Hoffman.

Give me a sec.

You should have a visual.

He's right there.

Cancel the search.

Where's this footage from?

The canal surveillance system.

We can't identify his accomplice?

No, and David didn't see.

One thing's for sure.

If the two of them

have identical retinal scans,

they have to be identical twins.

Maybe.

David Hoffman.

European Police.

Are you out of your mind?

You brought a police officer

to my clinic?

Untie him, at once!

You saved my life, Brgen,

but you can't give me orders.

Plug him into your machine.

Show me what he did

to my brother.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's against protocol.

Then f*** protocol.

It's my machine. I do what I want.

Not without me, you can't.

You can't use it

or improve it.

I thought we made a deal.

That we both stood to gain.

Careful, Doctor. Others are willing

to pay more than you.

So just do as I say!

He killed my brother.

A piece of sh*t...

but he was my brother.

I could have blown his brains out.

Too fast.

I have a better idea.

Erasing everything you got

in that head.

Hurts, doesn't it?

I broke a couple of your ribs,

bumped off your pretty partner...

but the best part, the real turn-on,

is tomorrow...

I'll see you in the street,

I'll bump into you

and you'll say, "I'm sorry. "

You're totally crazy!

Yeah.

And I can crush your spine.

So do as I say

and plug him in!

You don't seem convinced.

Yeah, about your brother.

A total loser.

Got him in the carotid.

Hurts, doesn't it?

What is it?

It's nothing.

That nightmare I keep having.

It's worse and worse.

You want to talk about it?

Listen, your treatment

is coming along well.

The results are encouraging.

It's almost over.

How can you be so sure?

Manon...

You're all I have left.

I know it's difficult.

If you want, we can stop.

And you'll come home.

What's the wheelchair for?

I've been looking for you

for three days!

This way, Mr. Hoffman.

What are you doing?

- Taking him in for tests.

- Who are you?

- Where is she?

- No idea.

I thought

you were operating today.

The sessions are too close together.

It's getting dangerous.

We've come too far

to stop treatment now.

Manon has recovered

most of her memory.

I'm not so sure.

That image keeps coming back.

It's creating interference.

All the more reason

to do more sessions.

We'll make it disappear.

Why persist?

There's no other choice!

Excuse me.

I'm aware

of what you do for us.

And I'm very grateful.

We can't give up.

Time's not on our side.

You can't abandon Manon.

Not now.

She loves you so much.

He received electrical shocks.

Strong ones.

Very strong.

Like the ones

that put Tatiana in a coma.

I spoke to the doctor

who saw him.

And?

Nothing.

Just kidding.

The shocks

affected a specific area

of the brain. The hippocampus.

The center of "episodic memory. "

It stocks our memories.

As opposed to "procedural memory,"

in the cortex,

which controls learning skills:

Writing,

riding a bike... shooting an arrow...

knives and forks...

What are you saying?

He's lost his entire memory?

His case is particular.

His hippocampus

wasn't destroyed, but...

short-circuited.

As if emptied of its contents

without lessening its capacities.

I don't understand...

He'll be able to create new memories,

but...

you can forget about his past...

No pun intended.

How can you allow this?

And who are those guys?

I can't do otherwise.

I don't understand.

Who's the boss here?

Same bad character as her mother.

What are you doing here?

Hello, Marie!

I see.

You've been pulling the strings.

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