Hokuspokus oder: Wie lasse ich meinen Mann verschwinden...? Page #7

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When he woke up...

- I'd fallen asleep from exhaustion.

...he was...

- I had gone five stations too far.

When I got out,

I saw a long, white train.

I knew that train.

Circus Noldus Bille, Copenhagen.

The sight of

that once proud, white train,

which once took me from city to city,

triumph to triumph,

when I was still Peer Bille,

caused tears to stream

into Hilmar Kjerulf's beard.

I saw some horses being unloaded.

Could Cleopatra still be alive?

Would she recognize me

15 years later?

There she was!

Her big fiery eyes fell upon...

my beard.

A shudder came over her.

Then I took the murder weapon,

and Hilmar Kjerulf

disappeared by my own hand.

And Peer Bille lived once again!

Cleopatra!

The circus had me again!

That evening I wrote my sweet wife

that I'd soon come to get her.

Within three weeks,

I had a formidable show.

How I looked forward

to my wife seeing it.

But when I got home...

I was confronted by strange things.

FOR SALE:

My wife, in mourning!

HERE RESTS HILMAR KJERULF

How typical! The card to my wife.

How can I help you?

- Well...

Did we not see each other earlier?

- Yes...

At my husband's grave.

- You mean at my husband's grave.

That's just it. You see,

as soon as I read about

a bearded man getting washed up,

I immediately thought,

"That's my Gustav."

And so it was. When I arrived

at the morgue, there he was.

Just then, a man asked you,

"Is that your husband?"

And you, without even glancing

at my poor Gustav,

gave a sobbing "Yes!"

before leaving with the gentleman.

When I went to clear up the mistake,

I heard a voice...

A voice from the hereafter.

It was Gustav's voice.

"You slut," he whispered,

reeking of his favorite schnapps.

"You ruined my life, and now you won't

even grant me a good death,

with a fancy coffin

and a nice funeral."

And I felt that he was right.

I could never have afforded such

a fine coffin, the silk pillows...

And now?

Now I'm torn between

my guilty conscience toward you

and the fear that they'll

dig up poor Gustav again.

Then hurry on to your Gustav

and tell him he can stay there

until judgement day.

But don't tell anyone else.

This must be our secret.

You're a kind soul.

Dear God will reward you.

Perhaps he already has.

I sneaked back into my room...

How to tell her I was still alive?

Hello?

- Is this Mrs. Kjerulf?

This concerns...

Are you fearful, madam?

It's like this:
We...

I'm sorry, but we can't keep him here.

We just can't keep him.

Who is this?

- Peter. Good afternoon.

Your good Peer

isn't quite ready for Heaven.

He's corrupting all the angels.

So we were wondering...

whether you'd be very disappointed

if we sent him back to earth?

Then she told me

that I'd officially drowned.

And when I wanted to go

to clear up the matter, she said...

"Peer, you will not do that.

Ever since your death, your paintings

have been selling like crazy.

I've run out,

so you must quickly paint more."

And so, whenever our circus

was in the area,

I'd sneak into my wife's house

after the show and paint her.

Once even as a widow.

- That was a mistake.

But the buyer didn't notice anything.

It looked good above your fireplace.

And that's where it'll stay.

- A few weeks later

I had to take the circus abroad,

where I got a letter from my wife.

I always carry it with me.

Here it is.

"Beloved, yesterday I was questioned

as a suspect in your murder case.

Whatever happens, do not return

to clear the matter up

until you've revived your circus

through the sale of your paintings,

and Hilmar Kjerulf has paid back

his debts to Peer Bille.

Don't worry about the inconveniences

I'll have to go through.

I look forward to having my honor

trampled upon for your sake,

just as you let your honor

be trampled upon for my sake.

If you love me, grant me this small

proof of my big love for you. Agda.

Or would you rather I cried?"

So that's why you kept silent so long.

What should I have done?

I'd stop a stampeding horse

with one hand,

but a beloved woman's tears?

And now you'll lock me up for

perverting justice. - Only with me.

That would suit you!

I drop my charges!

But you'll pay the court costs.

You'll paint them.

- I'll paint them for you!

The hearing is closed.

- Our circus show is about to start.

Mr. President, honorable judges,

ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

allow me the honor

of inviting you tonight.

Prosecutor, you especially. You too.

It's high time!

No one does it better than he,

No one does it better than Peer!

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