Rapture Page #2

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He is. He's mine. I made him.

We'd better tell the police.

The police?

Why? Why would they want him?

Don't be an idiot. You

know very well who he is.

Not bad-looking, either.

What a waste.

- We'll take him inside and wash him.

- Of course!

- And go to jail for hiding a prisoner?

- He is not.

I told you, I made him.

Isn't that Father's suit?

We'll put him in

Genevieve's old room.

What are you waiting for?

All right.

He looks in a bad way.

- Where did you find him?

- In the shed. I found him.

Did you not see this wound?

He should have been

attended to immediately.

Karen, get some brandy

from the study.

Agnes, my medicine box.

Some water.

Here, take these.

It will help you to rest.

When he wakes up, give

him some hot soup

and perhaps some meat.

He's very weak.

Of course. He hasn't eaten

anything for a week.

- A week?

- Mm-hm.

It's exactly a week

since I made him.

He's mine, isn't he?

- I made him.

- Did you, now?

In that case, I'd let him sleep.

Come on.

You said your name was Joseph?

Mm-hm.

Well, what do you plan to do now?

Finish this.

They're going to find me sooner or later

so I may as well go and give myself up.

I don't want to cause

you any trouble.

Thanks for the help, I mean it.

Will you tell me what happened?

Sure.

We docked just a

couple of days ago.

That night I went out for a few

drinks with some friends of mine

and we got into a fight

with some civilians.

And the police picked you up?

Yes.

And so we spent the night in jail.

In the morning they were taking us

back to the ship and we made a break.

Why?

In the police van

we got into an argument

with the gendarmes.

They got mad and one of them took

a swing at this friend of mine

and he hit back.

Then I remember throwing

this gendarme off of me...

and seeing you.

You remember that?

- Yeah.

- I too.

Strange.

So you were confused.

It was done in the

heat of the moment,

brought on by the

brutality of the guard.

You were confused, right?

Yes, I guess so.

Do you think the law

will understand that?

It falls very heavily on the side

of the police in a case like this.

You have only to come before a

harsh, unsympathetic judge.

Well, I have to take my chances.

How can a judge...

how can anybody understand the

roots of human behaviour?

I am working on a book, you see.

It has to do with human

understanding and the law.

Has the law ever interested you?

No.

The law is meaningless

unless it is compassionate.

I would like to make

that clear to people.

I write letters. I send out circulars.

I even try to arrange meetings.

But who cares? It's impossible

to talk to anyone here.

I haven't talked like this...

It's a little late, isn't it?

Shouldn't you be asleep?

Yes.

Well, good night, then.

Do you think I'm ugly?

No, I don't.

Do you think... Karen is pretty?

- Who's Karen?

- You saw her.

She works here but she's my friend.

Do you think she's nice?

I suppose so.

Would you let her

come here at night?

Well, that might be a

different story...

You shouldn't treat me like this.

You don't belong to her.

She hasn't waited all these

days for you to come alive.

I've been thinking about

you for a very long time.

Agnes.

What?

You know I'm not any scarecrow.

You know that.

No.

You are.

You've forgotten.

All that time standing

in the garden,

with your arms stretched out.

How nice you looked.

I watched you day and night.

I brushed your clothes and...

I cleaned your gloves.

And when the rain fell on you,

I'd sometimes take my umbrella

and hold it over your head.

You never refused me anything then.

I can teach you a lot of things

now that you can hear and see.

And you can teach me.

Because I feel...

I feel I can hear and see

now too for the first time.

You will help me, won't you?

Yes, I'll help you.

But in the morning.

You're sure you want me to go?

Yeah.

Well, sleep well.

Maybe you'll dream of me.

I'll dream of you.

- That looks easy enough.

- Oh, yes.

And occasionally, when I feel

the need to speak to someone,

I put down my ideas

and send them to people

I knew a long time ago.

They don't answer me,

but I send them anyway.

Try it.

- Oh, you're all right.

- Don't bother him, Agnes.

He's doing some work for me.

I didn't mean it.

What?

What I was thinking.

Oh, of course.

I know what you're

thinking all the time.

Oh? You can get inside

my mind, can you?

- Mm-hm.

- What am I thinking now?

You're thinking of... going away.

Yes. Well, I'll have to soon.

But... why?

Well, you know what

happened, don't you?

- No.

- Oh, come on, now. Don't you?

You mean...

the gendarme?

Yes, with the gendarme.

But you didn't mean to hurt him.

I can tell whose daughter you are.

You can't go away.

I made you and I can take

you to pieces again.

I can destroy you.

- You wouldn't give me away.

- Oh, yes, I would.

Of course I wouldn't give you away.

Not to anyone.

You're mine. I want you for myself.

You don't understand.

That's what people

always tell me but...

But it's not true.

I understand everything.

I know you're safe here.

Do you think you could

do me a favour?

Could you keep from coming

into my room at night?

Why? Do you hate me?

Oh, I don't hate you.

Oh, yes, you do.

- Ever since you've come alive.

- You shouldn't say that.

You don't want people to

think you're crazy, do you?

But, you see...

I am crazy.

Everyone says so.

And if they don't say

it, it's in their eyes.

When I was 12 years old, they

took me away from school

because I was crazy.

I never listened to

what the teachers said.

I used to sit on my desk and stare

out of the window at the sun.

I don't know why I did that.

But I'd suddenly feel cold,

even on the hottest day.

And I'd look at the sun.

I felt it could lift

me up to its face.

So they... they took

me out of school.

- Did you ever see a doctor?

- Mm-hm.

I fell one day and broke my leg.

- I saw a doctor then.

- No, you know what I mean.

I saw one of those too.

He was such a serious man

with a long face and...

two gold teeth, right in

the middle of his mouth.

I remember...

he asked me if I loved

my mother and father.

How silly. Of course I loved them.

I loved them, but...

they frightened me too.

They used to talk

together in whispers.

All the time whispers.

That scared me so... I made

a humming noise in my head,

not to hear them.

And I got headaches.

And sometimes the humming

noise was so loud

that I tried to run away from it.

Once I even threw myself into the

sea to try and stop that noise.

That was just before Mother died.

After that there was no need to

make the humming noise but...

But I couldn't think clearly

anymore and...

and Father would always

be looking at me,

looking and looking and looking.

I've never told that

to anyone before.

You see how much I need you?

Yes.

Good afternoon.

We'd like to see your father.

He's in his study.

Tell him we're here.

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