Pit and the Pendulum Page #4

I beg of you- leave with me.

I can never leave.

I must accept whatever vengeance...

...Elizabeth chooses to inflict upon me.

Dona Medina? Dona Medina?

What is it, Mister Barnard?

May I speak with you?

- Certainly. | - I came to apologize.

Apologize?

But everything you said...

I know that my suspicions were | justified...

...but not as I had expected.

I realize now that my sister's death...

...was an accident.

I do not blame your brother.

I feel only sympathy for him.

What I did was, I assure you, | only because of Elizabeth.

I think I understand.

I am sorry that our meeting...

...should have taken place under | such unhappy circumstances.

Had things been otherwise...

Perhaps we should meet again...

...in Barcelona.

I hope so.

Good night, Dona.

Good night.

- Doctor. | - Where are you going, sir?

- To apologize to don Medina. | - I wouldn't speak to him just now.

He is much overwrought. | In the morning, perhaps.

- You will be leaving then? | - Yes.

Will you accept the hospitality of | my carriage?

Thank you, doctor. Good night.

Good night, mister Barnard.

Nicholas.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Nicholas.

Nicholas.

Elizabeth?

Where are you?

Elizabeth?

Where are you?

Nicholas?

Is my brother with you?

- No. Is he not in his room? | - No.

He must be with Dr. Leon then.

Nicholas.

I will check below.

You two search this floor and | the one above.

All right

Nicholas.

Is that you?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Nicholas!

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Nicholas.

Nicholas.

Nicholas!

I told you to wait.

I couldn't.

He is gone.

What about my brother?

He is supposed to leave in the | morning..

...but now...

Why couldn't you wait one more day?

I've waited too long already.

Oh, my darling Nicholas...

...we've broken you at last.

Elizabeth, there is no time for this.

I've waited an eternity for this moment.

There has to be time.

And now, my dear Nicholas...

...I have you exactly as I want you...

...helpless.

Elizabeth.

Is it not ironical, my husband?

Your wife, an adulteress.

Your mother, an adulteress.

Your uncle, an adulterer.

Your closest friend, an adulterer.

Do you not find that amusing, | dear Nicholas?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

What's happening to him?

Happening?

What should be happening, lsabella?

lsabella?

You, Bartholomew, my brother...

...how do you like my little workshop?

Dear God!

What ails you, brother, huh?

And you, my dear, why are you so pale?

Does this place disturb you?

I thought the two of you | would enjoy...

...the novelty of it.

Come, let me show you about a bit.

Where are you going, lsabella? | Bartholomew!

Are you leaving me?

Don't you want to see my...?

I am going to torture you, lsabella.

I am going to make you suffer | for your faithlessness to me.

Before this day is out...

...you will be begging me to kill you...

...to relieve you of the agony of hell..

...into which your husband is about to | plunge you.

Harlot!

You will die in agony!

Die!

Now, Bartholomew, my brother...

Bartholomew!

Bartholomew!

Where are you?

You cannot hide from me, you know.

Don Medina?

Don Medina!

There you are, Bartholomew!

Ah, there you are, sir.

We've been searching all over for you.

And now for you Bartholomew, | my beloved brother...

...while you are still alive...

...my ultimate device of torture.

Are you ready now, Bartholomew?

Bartholomew?

Now we are ready to begin, Bartholomew.

Do you know where you are, Bartholomew?

Don Medina, I am Francis Barnard.

I will tell you where you are.

You are about to enter hell, Bartholomew.

Hell!

The Netherworld.

The infernal region.

The abode of the damned.

The place of torment. | Pandemonium.

"Abbadon, "Tophet", "Gehenna".

"Naraka", the pit!

And the pendulum.

The razor edge of destiny.

That's the condition of man.

Bound on an island from which | he can never hope to escape...

...surrounded by the waiting | pit of hell.

Subject to the inexorable | pendulum of fate...

...which must destroy him finally.

Nicholas?

Nicholas, are you in there?

Catherine, help me!

Nicholas?

Nicholas!

Maximillian! Maximillian!

We must break into the torture | chamber. Quickly!.

Maximillian!

Don Medina- he thought that | I was...

It's over now.

Nicholas.

No one will ever enter this room again.

"...THE AGONY OF MY SOUL | FOUND VENT IN ONE LOUD, LONG, | AND FINAL SCREAM OF DESPAIR"...POE

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