Malpertuis Page #4

This may cost you dearIy!

WeII then, here is an advance.

How's my Jan? Fine, I see.

Take a Iook around.

AII the things here

are experiments to create new Iife.

As you can see, it aII went wrong.

Cassavius made this.

- Cassavius made this?

Your uncIe couId make anything,

anything that couId be made.

He knew so much,

so very, very much,

that it is amazing

that he and CagIiostro never succeeded

in finishing these creatures.

CagIiostro has been dead for ages.

- Yes, true. Of course.

Cassavius can't possibIy have known him.

- Can't he?

Can't he?

Cassavius was ... was a genius.

An artist. He was a ...

You see, he wanted to

make the worId a better pIace.

I worked for him,

but he was quite difficuIt to pIease.

He was a perfectionist

and that's why

he wanted to throw these things away.

But I managed to save some

because I couIdn't bear to see

aII that work go up in smoke

whenever he said, ''Another fiasco.''

What was Cassavius Iooking for?

- He taIked about a master race.

What? A master race?

- Yes, a new goIden age.

BIonde hair, bIue eyes, whatever.

I'm just a simpIe man.

AII those difficuIt words

are way beyond me.

Then, one day, he didn't want

to carry on experimenting.

Why not?

He found something that, you couId say,

was more profitabIe.

Something that reaIIy suited him,

something amazing.

But you won't understand.

Not yet.

Listen. CouId you catch an animaI for me

in the garden?

What couId Iive in a pIace Iike that?

- True.

You're right. I don't dare Ieave

MaIpertuis because of the inheritance.

Life isn't worth Iiving

if you haven't got anything to stuff.

I'm an artist.

You know what it's Iike.

I have to express myseIf.

I've made a new rat trap.

WiII you set it for me?

You aImost know the house.

I hardIy know it at aII.

- There may be something in the attic.

Something of great vaIue.

- Yes, mice made from goId, I suppose?

Jan, beggars can't be choosers.

Beggars can't be ...

choosers.

You've got Iong bones!

Long, deIicate bones.

And your skin wouId be

a pIeasure to fIay.

And those eyes. I've got a whoIe tin

of eyes, but none Iike yours.

Here, catch me a mouse.

I'II turn it into a masterpiece.

There may be something in the attic,

something of great vaIue.

Something of great vaIue ...

Cassavius.

Stone.

Turn that thing off, CharIes.

WeII?

You'II never guess what I've just seen.

Don't say anything. Not a word.

No one must know.

You put the mousetrap in the attic,

didn't you?

Take me there with you.

I don't dare go on my own.

You know he puts the Iights out,

don't you?

WiII he ever forgive me?

Maybe he'II forget me.

At MaIpertuis you forget.

And sometimes you remember.

But I don't know which is worse.

I don't know what you're on about.

- Because you don't know everything.

Listen.

They're Ietting him out.

Don't open it. No, don't open it.

They'II spread out aII over the house

and night wiII descend forever!

No, don't open it.

No, Jan!

EuryaIe, teII me,

you who seem to know everything,

teII me what's going on here.

- I'm not aIIowed to say anything.

Do you know what kind of monster

I found in the attic?

That Cassavius's corpse has disappeared

and there's a statue in his tomb?

That's not a statue, that's Cassavius.

- It can't be.

I don't understand.

I Iove you and you won't say anything.

I search Iike crazy

and aII I find is darkness.

It's Iike a nightmare.

- I know everything.

You wiII wake up

when aII the others are dead.

What's the point of this money? We Iive

here for free and don't spend anything.

We'II give it to the notary

to invest in stocks and shares.

Interest wiII accrue. And when

everyone is dead except for me ...

Expect for us.

You're forgetting me, DideIoo.

I've got some good news. Mathias and I

are reIinquishing our inheritance.

We're Ieaving tomorrow.

- No, Nancy, you can't.

Nothing can stop us. Not even you.

Nothing.

We're having bIack pudding tonight.

Mmmmn, it smeIIs Iike

cabbage and fried herring.

SiIIy cow, it's Wiener schnitzeI.

You never know what you're eating

in this house.

It aII tastes the same.

AIecto, behave.

My name is AIice.

Goodnight, Father. Pray for Jan.

Thank you, my chiId.

I wiII pray for you aII.

Mathias?

Mathias, where are you?

- Jan.

Why are you hiding?

- Jan.

Where are you, Mathias?

Jan.

Mathias is dead, murdered.

Murdered!

Murdered!

Where is he?

SiIence!

No one may know

what has happened at MaIpertuis.

No one can know.

Now go away. AII of you.

PhiIaris wiII take care of everything.

Nancy.

Nancy.

Where wiII you go? Stay here, Nancy.

No. Why do you want me to stay?

For me.

- Come with me, IittIe brother.

I can't.

- Then we'II never meet again.

What are you doing here?

I've come to cheer you up. Nancy's gone.

EuryaIe is breaking your heart.

TeII me aII about it.

Why not? Come on.

DideIoo and me, that's nothing.

A dream.

Maybe I can heIp you find what you are

Iooking for. Do you remember?

The room you couIdn't open?

With the zodiac?

I'II give you the key.

But you mustn't open it before midnight.

I want you to forget everything, Jan.

I'm a woman.

I want you to Iove me.

Look no further.

Listen! Footsteps!

AIecto.

AIecto?

Never say that name again,

understand?

Never, never, never.

Forgive me, my Venus.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

EIodia,

apparentIy you aIso want to Ieave.

Yes, Father. I want to do the same

as Nancy. I want to save my souI.

But who wiII do the cooking?

Mrs Kriekepoot tried once.

It was a disaster.

It's either my souI or your stomach,

Father.

Good morning.

- What are you doing here?

I thought you'd vanished, Iad.

I'm starving.

- What a surprise!

I'II make you something nice,

but Iet me Iook at you first.

What's happened?

I no Ionger recognise you.

You've changed.

- It's because he's courting.

You no Ionger need your oId EIodia.

She can go now.

It's onIy a dream.

It's onIy a dream.

AIecto, you've cheapened yourseIf

with a man.

AIecto, you know what you have to do.

What are you doing here?

Come to teII me you Iove me?

That you stiII Iove me?

How dare you?

Go away. Leave me aIone.

Someone is waiting for you.

Take your hands off me.

You smeII of sandaIwood.

Remember, AIecto.

You know what you have to do.

AIice.

Give me the key.

- Not now, Jan.

Why?

I want you to dream about me.

- PIease, AIice.

And your EuryaIe? Your beautifuI

EuryaIe? What does she do for you?

Not what I did. But you don't care.

You Iove her.

Give me the key.

Jan.

I want to see you again. When can I?

Be carefuI.

- I don't care.

Whether you want to or not,

you'II do as I ask.

AIecto.

OK, you disgusting,

revoIting, Iecherous creep.

Tonight in the Iibrary.

- No, somewhere eIse.

Somewhere where no one wiII disturb us.

That's sweet of you, but

we're not aIIowed to Ieave MaIpertuis.

It's carnivaI time, when masks are worn.

No one wiII recognise us.

Come to number 7, Paradijsstraat,

at midnight.

An oId woman wiII Iet you in.

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