Eadweard Page #5

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- What?

I don't know, a woman using the toilet?

That's something we do every day.

So, what is the series, Rondinella?

Tell me.

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, stop it.

I'm asking you.

What is it

you're trying to see?

What is the action you're looking for?

You want to see her c*nt, maybe?

Excuse me.

Is that what you want to see?

No, you're talking crazy.

- Get out. - Why are my suggestions

any different than any of yours?

- Most of your studies are

of naked women. - Get out!

How is she?

I got all of it out.

It'll depend on the scarring.

It's unfortunate circumstance, Eadweard,

but I'm very glad to have met you.

What about deformities?

Have you photographed that?

Deformities?

I work out of the asylum.

Blockley Hospital.

Go.

Hold him still! Hold him down!

Can we photograph this?

Relax, relax...

Thump-thump, thump-thump...

Wouldn't that be something to witness?

To capture?

Find me such a subject.

- Are you suggesting...

- Yes, I am. It must be.

I got it. I got it, sir.

Go.

Very good...

Yes, very good.

Sir, I found the subject.

Which?

Thump- thump, thump- thump.

Good. Good, good, good.

Yes.

Tadd, why do you look so glum?

We're about to see its ticker beat.

Go on.

There it is.

I feel it.

Inside each and every animal

is a consistent and steady action

that connects us all.

A motion beneath the skin, and the bones,

the blood...

encased in darkness,

hidden inside each and every one of us...

most never to be seen.

The very first motion of life.

My boy...

My little Floredo.

Am I dreaming?

It's something I've been working on.

I call it a zoopraxiscope.

It's wonderful.

It's a "life viewer."

It's alive.

I call it "elephant walking."

He walks, and he walks,

and never gets tired.

And then...

Stops.

And then he walks again.

It's beautiful.

Isn't it?

I've never seen anything like this.

No one has.

It's a trick of the eye.

Your mind strings the pictures together

and creates life.

Is this how you see the world?

A series of little moments?

Perhaps.

It's beautiful, Eadweard.

And I'm finished.

It's the chemicals.

No.

Lemons.

What is that?

What?

That photograph of Floredo.

The baby.

It's a photograph of the baby, Eadweard.

Come here.

It's not one of my photos.

Who took it?

Eadweard, don't.

"Little Harry."

Little Harry...

You've lied to me.

My baby...

My boy is gone.

No.

No...

Where did this come from?

Where did this come from?

A letter.

I would like to see this

letter from Harry Larkyns.

Thank you.

I remember you in the last game...

Mr. Larkyns,

I have a message for you from my wife.

Thump-thump, thump-thump...

I apologize for ruining your evening.

Yes, your honour,

we have reached a unanimous verdict.

We unanimously reject the defense

of "not guilty by reason of insanity"

as all evidence points to a

man that was clear- thinking,

and acting in an obviously

premeditated fashion.

This was a man who,

while in complete control of his actions,

made the choice to execute Harry Larkyns.

Harry Larkyns,

the lying, cheating, philandering seducer

that stole the heart of this man's wife,

and defiled their marriage

and goddammit, your honour,

I would have shot the

son of a b*tch myself.

So, to the charge of murder,

we find the defendant not guilty

by reason of doing the right thing.

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round!

The kinetoscope.

For a nickel,

see the world dance in your eyes...

Flicker on your soul.

For only a nickel,

you will have a chance

to see the world's first moving pictures.

Step right up. Right this way...

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