Mad Love Page #4

Now, tell me, what did he do with it?

You said it had no head.

Well, I looked at the head

and there ain't no marks on the neck.

When did you look at the head?

I look at it every day.

He makes me brush its hair every evening.

Brush his hair? Where does he keep it?

Upstairs in his drawing room,

just like it was alive.

He sits at his organ

and he plays music to it every night.

- He plays music to it every night?

- Every night.

- And you brush his hair?

- Every...

I got to see this.

Sorry, I gotta see the whole thing...

Wait a minute.

You can't go up there. My job...

I'd get into an awful row

with the Professor.

You know, I can't do this.

What are you doing?

- Madam Orlac.

- Yeah, but you can't go in there.

- What is she doing in there?

- The Professor...

- Francoise!

- Monsieur Professor.

Hiya, Doc.

I'm sorry to butt in like this,

but we newspaper fellas

have to barge in places

we're not really welcome.

I didn't know there was anything going on

between you and Madam Orlac.

- Get out of here.

- I'll go.

I got a business proposition.

I got a proposition to offer you.

$2,000 to write some articles

for our paper.

You know, of your experiments.

I want to...

- Get out of here!

- I'll go.

Will I be able to walk after?

Yes, my child.

Then, I'm not afraid.

I have saved 50 francs.

- All I have in the world.

- I do not operate for money.

Thank you, Doctor.

I must see him. I must.

What have you done to me?

- Monsieur Orlac.

- What have you done to me?

- Come in here.

- You and your black magic.

- What's wrong?

- You know very well.

Now, what is it?

I've just come back from Geron.

I've seen Dr. Marbeau.

He told me that my hands

were crushed beyond saving

and that these aren't mine.

Marbeau? Who is this Marbeau?

- Well, whose hands are these?

- What's wrong with them?

Ten fingers, every nerve,

every muscle works perfectly.

What's wrong with them?

They have a life of their own.

They feel for knives.

They want to throw them.

And they know how to.

Watch.

And that's not the worst.

They want to kill.

And today they tried to kill my father.

- With a knife?

- Yes.

Now, my friend, I understand your case.

And I think I can help you.

Well, go on.

Ready for operation, Professor.

First, forget that provincial fool.

I am Gogol, and I tell you

those are your hands.

- Yes, but why...

- Don't interrupt.

After the shock of the wreck

came a second shock.

Your hands were altered by my knife.

You could no longer play.

As a result, your disturbed mind

was ready for any phobia.

But the knives? The wish to kill?

Your case is one

of arrested wish fulfillment.

But why should I wish to throw knives?

Perhaps, as a little child,

some playmate threw a knife cleverly.

You wished you could do it like him.

Now, that wish was not fulfilled.

It festered deep in your subconscious.

If you could bring that forgotten memory,

whatever it is,

into consciousness,

you would be cured instantly.

Knife.

Knives.

No, I remember nothing.

Marie, has he come home yet?

- I've looked everywhere for him.

- No, madame.

But Dr. Gogol called.

He wants you to come to him at once.

- Dr. Gogol? When?

- Half an hour ago, madame.

Half an hour ago?

You told him the truth?

I told him a lot of nonsense

I don't believe myself.

I didn't dare to tell him

his hands are those of a murderer.

That would probably drive him...

to commit murder himself.

Madame Orlac to see you, Professor.

Have her come in.

- But the operation, Professor.

- Leave me.

What's happened? Where is he?

I sent him home.

- I think if he follows my advice...

- What advice?

To go away,

burrow himself in the country.

It's absolutely necessary for his cure

that he go alone.

But, do you mean

that I'm not to go with him?

Yes.

Why did you give him that advice?

I did what I could for him.

I've failed.

The shock has affected his mind.

His life is ruined already.

Yvonne,

get away from him

before he ruins your life as well.

Now I understand.

You don't. How could you?

I, a poor peasant, have conquered science.

Why can't I conquer love?

Don't you understand?

You must be mine. Not his.

You are mine.

Liar. Hypocrite. You disgust me.

Start the anesthetic.

Liar!

Hypocrite!

You disgust me!

They are laughing at you in there. Go back.

They are laughing. Go.

Let them laugh!

Nothing matters to you but one thing.

Yvonne.

Yvonne in your arms.

You can conquer love.

Of course you can.

Think.

You've thought for others,

now think for yourself.

Power of suggestion.

See how easy it is?

Already working.

Splendid.

Splendid.

He's a weakling, anyway.

Do it.

And then she'll be helpless.

She must come to you.

Doctor, thank you!

My little girl will walk again.

You saved her. You saved her.

I'm so happy. Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Extra! Read all about it!

Rich jeweler murdered!

Extra! Read all about it!

Rich jeweler murdered!

Rich jeweler murdered! Extra!

Yes, Monsieur Stephen,

he grabbed the knife from the counter.

He threw it at his father.

And then, he ran out.

- Is this the knife?

- Yes.

Take it to Varsac to check for fingerprints.

Tell me,

why should Stephen Orlac

want to kill his father?

They were arguing

about money, monsieur.

There were hot words.

Was it you who telephoned me

to come here?

Yes.

You said you'd tell me the truth

about my hands.

They throw knives, huh?

How did you know that?

I have no hands.

Yours, they were mine once.

I knew it. He lied.

And so when you knifed your father

in the back last night,

you killed him with my hands.

I killed my father?

No. No.

I threw a knife at him yesterday, but I...

Last night.

Last night, I...

- No.

- You remember now?

No. Since I left Dr. Gogol,

I can't remember anything.

Pick it up.

Feel the balance.

Use it

when they try to arrest you.

Who are you?

I am Rollo.

- The knife thrower.

- No, no.

Rollo died in the guillotine.

Yes, they cut off my head,

but that Gogol,

he put it back here.

Arrest Stephen Orlac. 151 Avenue Colbert.

Wanted for murder.

Bring to General Headquarters

immediately. Repeat.

Stephen.

It wasn't I who did it.

- It was Rollo's hands.

- What is it?

What's the matter, darling?

I've murdered my stepfather.

I've just seen Rollo.

You remember Rollo?

They cut off his head,

but Gogol put it back on.

It was Rollo who told me that I did it.

Stephen, my darling. You're not well.

All this is some wild dream.

You're with me now.

Everything will be all right.

So you don't believe that

these are Rollo's hands.

All right then. I'll prove it.

They may not be able to play the piano,

but you watch how they can throw a knife.

Gogol.

That's what it is.

He's trying to drive you mad.

You can't take him this way!

Pardon, madame. These men insist!

- They say they are from the police!

- The police?

Yes, madame. I'm very sorry.

- Monsieur Stephen Orlac?

- Yes.

In the name of the law, I arrest you

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