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Where are you from?

I am from Scotland.

I came here as student and stayed to teach.

Then I had this accident.

I haven't moved since.

What do you teach?

Enthomology.

Study insects.

Really?

Do insects interest you?

Yeah. A lot!

I love them.

You mean that?

Absolutely! Why?

You remind me of another girl.

Greta.

Used to come here somtimes and help out.

Mostly secretarial work. And then...

Then?

She was supposed to come here one night.

She never arrived.

The killer got her?

How do you know about that?

I thought so.

You must be frozen, child.

She left a coat here.

It's upstairs.

Here, she'll show you were it is.

You are wonderful, Inge.

Stop it, it hurts.

Hold that.

That beats.

They never miss.

This special is supposed to be practically blind.

Be careful, you are in range.

Won't do anythink to me.

In this coat you look like Greta.

She also liked the insects.

But they didn't like her as they like you.

Can you hear the chirping?

This means something special.

It is a mating call.

You are exciting him.

Smell it!

Really?

- Yes, smell.

Sort of sweet.

This substance is secreted by a gland.

It is supposed to attract the female.

You are exciting him and

he is doing his best to excite you.

I don't think so. We only just met.

It isn't the mating season.

I don't understand.

I've never seen anything like that before.

Oh, thanks for everything.

Come by any time.

Night.

To make an old man happy...

...take the cablecar.

It is only a five minutes ride from town.

I don't know. Maybe.

And mind how you go. Without sleepwalking.

If it happens to you again, you must say:

I am sleepwalking, I must wake up.

I am sleepwalking, I must wake up.

I am sleepwalking, I must wake up.

I don't need that. I haven't had an attack for years.

The journey was probably to exhausting.

Or it was caused by the change of air.

Maybe the wind.

That is the foehn, a very strange wind.

It is typical for this area here.

It comes from the south over the Alps.

Such a sudden blast of warm air

causes snow avalanches.

Makes the flowers grow,

the larvae of the insects develop faster.

And many complain about headaches.

When it blows, they say

it drives some people to madness.

This is a rather strange part of the country here.

This Swiss Transylvania.

Would someone please tell me

what this examination is all about?

What you did last night is highly irregular.

No student ever left the

boarding school at night before.

How many times do I have to tell you that

I did not leave school on purpose.

I walked in my sleep.

This can happen.

But this is not normal.

And it is our duty to find the reason for that.

But don't you understand?

You will find out nothing.

I've been examined by specialists before.

It is not an illness.

Not yet, but it could become more serious.

And you can't remember anything?

Sleepwalking is far more serious

than talking in the sleep, ...

...or ransacking the fridge.

It could even lead to a new personality trying to emerge.

Sometimes it is the first step on the path to schizophrenia.

So you think I'm crasy?

O.k., forget your EEG.

Calm down, calm down.

O.k., start it.

I will show you who is crazy.

What is going on?

That is strange.

Do you suffer from epilepsy or

do you take something like... drugs?

I am not schizophrenic, epileptic or stoned.

Hello, Shapero Evans?

Hi, I'd like to speak to Moris please?

Jennifer Corvino.

Right, Paul Corvino's daughter.

He is out of town?

Three days?

Holidays?

Which holidays?

Look who is there.

Our zombie.

Have you heard, she walks in her sleep.

Walks in the sleep. If you ask me, she has got a problem.

For me, she is ill.

So thats Paul Corvino's daughter.

That doesn't give her the right

to be such a show-off.

Here she comes.

Lets go.

Yes, I don't want to be close to her.

What's wrong?

- Damn Moris.

Who is he? Your boyfriend?

He's my fathers agent and atourney.

I want him to get me out of this shitty school.

Why do you want to leave?

Your little brother isn't the

only male to disgrace this place.

First you forgot the doctor.

He's not a man.

He's got more hands than the entire basketball team.

Second you forgot the killer.

- The killer?

What is the poet trying to say with these words?

Well, who is going to answer?

You, Elisabeth.

Me?

- Yes you.

I think the poet took the words

right out of a Bee Gees song.

That's very funny.

The poet in question is Abraham Kouli.

What if the killer saw me?

I am really scared.

- I would be too.

Can you imagine if I walk in my sleep

again tonight I walk right into him.

Please promise you keep an eye on me tonight.

And lock the door.

And when you hear me get up do anything to wake me.

Promise?

Please say yes.

Sophie? You tell us!

Me?

- Yes, stand up.

The poet with it's eracular style...

The poet with it's ericular style...

Eracular style!

- hm... , eracular style.

...tells of the danger we face, should we forget...

...the sense and the meaning of the past...

...tells of the danger we face, should we forget

the sense and the meaning of the past...

And do you believe that danger exists?

Screw the past.

Screw the past.

Well done, Sophie.

And what about ancient greece? Shakespear?

Richard Wagner?

And Michael Jackson.

Like it?

- Nice! Were it comes from?

I put in on by mistake.

Guess who it belongs to?

Paul Corvino's daughter.

- The actor?

Her name is Jennifer and she is my roommate.

How is she?

He is fantastic. All those muscles.

Not him! Her?

Oh, she is pretty.

She wears her hair like mine.

You know, I have to watch her at night.

Because she walks in her sleep.

Walks in her sleep?

Yeah!

She gets up and she walks, like this.

Come back.

I have to go.

It takes long to come home.

Oh, come on, stay a while longer.

I really have to go now.

You sh*t.

- What did you say?

I said:
F*** you!

Sleepwalking... I must... I must wake up.

The police came this morning. My pale the head-mistress

told them not to believe anything I say, ...

...because she thinks I'm crazy.

Maybe you think I'm crazy too, dad.

I mean there was really nothing I could do.

I was so scared that I couldn't say anything

about what I saw or why I screamed.

Do you think the glove belongs to the killer?

Yeah! I'm sure of it!

- But why are there maggots?

It is the larvae.

I am going to examine it.

We know more after that if we are lucky.

Maybe I can answer your questions also.

You're the professor; I trust you.

You should examine me, too.

Jenniffer.

- Yes?

Don't forget your book.

Have you any idea, why they behave like that?

They have never done this before.

I guess they sense the mood I'm in.

I'm often in a bad mood.

Upset about something.

But they don't carry on like this.

In ancient Greece the butterfly symbolized the soul.

The so-called psyche.

That's why we speak of a butterfly-psyche.

Is there an association between

the insects and the human soul?

I think the key to this mystery

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