Gaslight Page #9

You remember our first days.

You remember Italy?

There have been times

when I thought I only dreamed those days.

Come closer, Paula.

Closer.

Look into my eyes.

If I ever meant anything to you,

and I believe I did...

then help me, Paula.

Give me another chance.

Look, in the drawer of that cupboard

there is a knife.

Get it and cut me free.

Be quick, Paula.

Get me the knife. Cut me free.

Would you get it, Paula?

Would you get it for me?

Yes, I'll get it. I'll get it for you.

Hurry, Paula.

- There's no knife here.

- Yes. I put it there.

- I don't see any knife.

- I put it there tonight.

No, it isn't here.

You must have dreamed you put it there.

Are you suggesting that this is a knife

I hold in my hand?

Have you gone mad, my husband?

Or is it I who am mad?

Yes, of course. That's it.

I am mad.

I'm always losing things and hiding things.

I can never find them.

I don't know where I put them.

That was a knife, wasn't it?

And I have lost it.

- Paula...

- I must look for it, mustn't I?

If I don't find it,

you will put me in the madhouse.

Where could it be, now?

Perhaps it's behind this picture.

Yes, it must be here.

No. Where shall I look now?

Perhaps I put it over here.

Yes, I must have done that.

My broach. The broach I lost at the Tower.

I found it at last!

You see? But it doesn't help you, does it?

And I'm trying to help you to escape,

aren't I?

- How can a madwoman help you escape?

- But you're not mad.

Yes, I am mad, as my mother was!

No, Paula. That wasn't true! Help me.

If I were not mad, I could have helped you.

Whatever you had done,

I could have pitied and protected you.

But because I am mad, I hate you.

Because I am mad, I have betrayed you,

and because I am mad...

I am rejoicing in my heart

without a shred of pity...

without a shred of regret,

watching you go with glory in my heart!

Mr. Cameron, come.

Come, Mr. Cameron. Take this man away!

Take this man away!

- You ready?

- Quite ready.

I don't ask you to understand me.

Between us all the time

were those jewels, like a fire.

A fire in my brain that separated us...

Those jewels which I wanted all my life.

I don't know why.

The cab is coming, Mr. Cameron.

Goodbye, Paula.

Goodbye, Gregory.

This night will be a long night.

But it will end. It's starting to clear.

In the morning, when the sun rises...

sometimes it's hard to believe

there ever was a night.

You'll find that, too.

Let me come and see you and talk to you.

Perhaps I can help somehow.

You're very kind.

Well!

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