Mad Love Page #5

for the murder of your father.

Murder? There must be some mistake.

It isn't true.

When did this awful thing happen?

- Last night.

- Stephen.

Tell her how my father was killed.

Stabbed with a knife.

Throwing knives seems to be

a hobby of yours.

- No, no, no, please!

- It's no use, darling.

All right, Officer. I'm ready.

If you like, I can put these on downstairs.

Thank you.

Wait! I'll go with you.

- I'm sorry, madame, but...

- There's nothing you can do, darling.

All right, Officer.

No, no, there's some mistake!

He didn't do it! Stephen, tell them!

You can't, you can't do this!

Stephen, my darling! Let me go with you!

Monsieur Rosset, there are no two sets

of fingerprints alike in the world.

These two prints are those

of the same man.

How can that be, Varsac,

when Rollo is dead?

I don't understand you at all.

You must have made a mistake.

There can be no mistake.

Fortunately, our case against

Stephen Orlac

doesn't depend on fingerprints.

Here's to you, Josephine.

Come on. You come in and have a party.

That's your perch.

'Cause you say he's a...

...as vain as...

You're a jolly old girl Josephine

Well, I'll tell you,

if it's that man again, I'll show him.

I'll show him what it's like

getting the doorknob with...

That's it. Now I'll show...

How did you get out?

Go upstairs quickly where you belong,

before he comes back

and finds you wandering around loose.

Upstairs, I say. Go upstairs.

Get up there because

I've got to see you in there

before he comes back. No, no.

Not in that one.

Get into that one. Get in the room.

I'll get all the blame

when the Doctor comes and finds you...

But I must see Dr. Gogol.

Nobody answered at the clinic.

It talks! It's come alive.

- Please, I must see him.

- It's come alive!

It's come alive!

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. Oh, dear.

It went out for a little walk

and then it started to talk.

I'm not going back there.

- Not me. Not me.

- Who went out for a little walk?

The wax statue. It came to life, I tell you.

They often come back to life,

and go out for little walks.

- Yes.

- They do?

Now, you come for a little walk with us.

I know a doctor who wants

to have a word with you.

Well, I never saw a statue come to life.

That fool.

He believes he murdered his father.

He'll kill now.

Power of suggestion.

How easily it worked.

Triumph, Galatea.

Triumph.

He thinks he murdered his father,

when it's I who killed him.

Galatea, she'll come here now,

flesh and blood, not wax like you.

And he shall be shut up in the house

where they keep the mad.

I, Gogol, will do that.

He shall be shut up

when it's I who am mad.

But nobody knows that.

Excepting you and me.

It's our little secret.

And now I shall play to you,

for the last time.

No, you don't understand.

These are Rollo's fingers, Rollo's hands.

It was Rollo who told me that I killed him.

My friend, Rollo's head

was cut off months ago.

Yes, but Gogol put it back for him.

He took off his hands and put them

onto my arms. Look.

The fingerprints on the knife.

The prints of Rollo, and this man's prints,

they are all the same.

I got it.

Man without head kills rich jeweler.

What an eight-column spread

that'd be on the front page.

Why, that's the greatest story

since Lindbergh flew to Paris.

Oh, boy, it was only true.

Let me see those hands of yours.

Say, you were in a bad railroad wreck,

is that right?

Chief, I don't like the marks

on this guy's hands.

You sent Rollo's body to Dr. Gogol,

and I've been trying to find out

for months what he did with it.

Never mind about his head,

but I believe this hand stuff is true.

- You say you saw Rollo tonight?

- Yes,

and he's got his head fixed up

in a sort of steel and leather brace.

Rollo's got his head back.

Orlac has got Rollo's hands.

And what has Dr. Gogol got?

If I don't find out, I got no job.

Chief, let me talk to you a minute.

This is private. Come here.

Hey, Chief, that Dr. Gogol is 100% crazy.

He tried to strangle me the other

night. You know why, don't you?

I found a woman in his house.

Now do you catch on?

- But surely he...

- Now, wait a second, please.

This is important.

You know who the woman is, don't you?

Yvonne, the actress, this guy's wife.

Now do you catch on? It's the old story.

The old family doctor's stuck on a girl

and tries to plant a murder

on her husband to get rid of him.

He's been doing something

mighty queer with Rollo's body.

I begin to think

you're right, Monsieur Reagan.

We'll look into this immediately.

Order my car.

Now you're talking.

There's blood on your cheek, Galatea.

So it seems that wax can bleed.

Galatea, I am Pygmalion!

You were wax,

but you came to life in my arms.

Dr. Gogol, please!

You speak. You speak to me.

My love has made you live.

Galatea,

- give me your lips.

- Let me go! Let me go!

Ren, Ren.

Don't drive so fast, there's no hurry.

Why are you afraid of me?

I love you, I love you.

You came to life for me.

- Don't you know me, Galatea?

- Yes.

Yes, I am Galatea.

But let me go now, please.

I promise to come back.

- You are lying. You wouldn't come back.

- No.

- You hate me. You despise me.

- No. No.

Liar! Hypocrite! You disgust me!

But I love you!

Each man kills the thing he loves.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

Yes, yes.

Each man kills the thing

he loves.

Wait a minute.

My wife.

It's wax. And I thought

I had a front page murder.

Help! Help!

Yvonne.

- It's locked.

- Break it open.

"And so I find a thing to do

"with all her hair

"In one long raven string I wind

"three times her little throat around

"and strangle her

"No pain feels she"

- It's bolted from the inside.

- We've got to get it open.

"I am quite sure

"she feels no pain"

He's killing her! Get out of my way!

Yvonne, are you all right?

- Oh, Stephen.

- My darling.

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