Secreto Del Dr. Orloff, El

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Yes, it's the truth.

I love him,

I love him!

How could you,

with my own brother?

The two people

I love most of all.

How could you betray me?

Both of you!

Dr. Orloff's Monster

Hello, Professor.

How are you feeling?

Terrible,

my friend.

I know I don't have

much time left.

Have you...

Have you succeeded?

No.

It's been months

since I made any real progress.

Our creation survives,

yes, it's breathing.

Its magnetic circulation

is perfect.

But how to induce it to move

is beyond us.

Listen...

Listen to me,

For years, you have been

my most devoted disciple,

and now that I'm dying,

there is no reason

to take my secret with me.

I know how

to make him move,

and how to make him

obey your commands.

I can promise you

that your robot will live!

I knew it!

It's why

I came to see you.

I swear to you that soon, I will

make your dream a reality.

Take it...

It belongs to you now.

As you know, there are sounds

that the human ear cannot detect

but which a dog, for example,

can detect over great distances.

These ultrasonics can activate

cellular impulse transistors,

and depending entirely on their

intensity, tone and frequency,

provoke different kinds

of cellular reactions.

So, by developing a pattern

of stimulus and response,

similar to that

of conditioned reflexes,

you can induce an inanimate

creature into movement, action,

and carry out precisely

the orders you wish.

Now, it's yours,

Jekyll.

You hold the key to the greatest

scientific secret of our time!

Tomorrow night I'll be able

to get away for a while.

I'll see you tomorrow night

at Frita's at 8:
.30.

You're going to leave me alone,

tonight of all nights?

Tomorrow, we can really

celebrate your birthday.

Of course, my darling,

I've been thinking about you.

Here, I hope

you like it.

Oh, it's gorgeous!

You must have spent a fortune!

It's one of a kind.

- It brings good luck.

- Then I'll keep it forever.

Taxi, miss?

No, thanks.

Are you sure

you wouldn't like a lift?

No, sir,

I'm taking the bus.

- Where are you headed?

- None of your business.

You're still angry

about last night.

Oh no no no,

on the contrary,

I love it when unscrupulous men,

like you, abuse me.

My only crime was trying

to kiss you once, innocently.

It was a starry night and

the music was playing softly,

and we were dancing

in the dark.

What could I do?

You were irresistible.

I'm a man, you know,

a real one.

You're so pretentious.

Of course, the trouble

with Spaniards is

you all think that

you're imitating Don Juan.

Wait a minute, that's where

you're mistaken.

We aren't imitations of Don

Juan... We are Don Juans!

Then I'm warning you,

Mr. Don Juan,

I'm asking the nearest policeman

to make you leave me alone.

I'll teach you

that Spain is civilized.

- Let me give you a ride.

- No!

Hey, wait!

Wait for me!

Just a minute, please!

Now, do you want a taxi,

yes or no?

Unfortunately for you,

it's more than 100 kilometers

from here to Holfen.

Bad luck, so I guess

I'll have to sacrifice myself.

Tell me

the truth, now.

Who are you meeting

in Holfen?

My uncle

and my aunt.

And tell me,

who is your uncle?

You wouldn't

know him.

How do you know?

Have you heard of

Professor Jekyll?

No.

Well, he's my uncle.

. Adieu Lili Marlene...

- And do you live with him?

- No.

. Adieu Lili...

Then why the heck are you going

all the way to Holfen?

Look, do me a favor and

stop this car.

- Why do you want me to stop?

- So I can get out, of course.

Do you like

to listen to jazz?

- Do you?

- Oh yeah.

Me, I hate it.

Of course you hate it!

I forgot!

The only music you enjoy

are military marches,

country ballads and the powerful

music of Wagner.

I'm Austrian, and my country is

"the land of the waltz. "

Oh yeah, the birthplace of

waltzes, finesse and elegance.

A country where buses

won't wait even one second,

leaving a pretty girl

in tears.

- He was just doing his job.

- Sure.

But if you'd taken

a Spanish bus,

instead of

an Austrian tourist bus,

the driver would have waited

for you for at least an hour.

So that's why

they're always late, huh?

Wow, you're really

gonna stay here?

Yes.

It's not my idea

of a holiday resort.

I like it.

You come here often,

don't you?

Why do you ask?

Because it explains

your rather gothic approach

to the pleasant things

in life.

For your information,

I've never been here before.

Well, I hope you have

a lot of fun here, anyway.

I did not come here

for fun.

I know, but I thought you'd go

for a gloomy castle

the way I go for

Sophia Loren.

I guess we both like

national monuments.

Well,

Merry Christmas.

Hey,

wait just a minute.

I'd like

to be forgiven, too,

everybody wants to be forgiven

at Christmas time.

Everything I said to you

was absolute nonsense,

especially when I pretended

to be a man of the world.

It was a phony act,

and you saw right through it.

So, Merry Christmas.

Please forgive me as well.

I know I can be rather cold

sometimes,

but I admit it,

you're a very nice guy.

Good-bye.

Oh, man!

Hey, hey,

come back here.

Say that

to me again.

What?

That I'm a nice guy.

Well, to me

you are a nice guy.

Well, in that case, it's clear

you don't want me to leave.

Oh, I didn't say that.

Is there a good hotel

in the neighborhood?

Oh well, try

the Hotel Holfen.

Ooh, with a name like that,

sounds stupendous.

I'll check in and say that

I'm here for a week.

That way I can drive you back

to school, right?

Look, is there a telephone

in these ruins?

I suppose so.

Well, okay then,

I'll see you later.

Oh don't be scared,

it's only me.

Who are you?

I'm Ciceron,

and you're Miss Melissa,

and we're so pleased

you're finally here.

- Likewise.

- Of course.

Pretty house,

isn't it?

Yes, it is.

- But it's a shame it's so...

- So filthy, you mean.

Well, the more I let it go, the

less I feel like cleaning it up.

Ciceron, won't you

ever shut up?

Not until I'm dead.

That's your aunt, miss.

Come closer,

my girl.

You're Aunt Ingrid,

aren't you?

Yes, that's me.

Aren't you going

to give me a kiss?

You're scared of me, huh?

No, I...

Is it fear or disgust?

You weren't expecting this,

were you?

This is what pain and loneliness

will do to you.

Where's Uncle Conrad?

He only cares about his formulas

and his stupid experiments.

As for me, I've wasted

the best years of my life

locked up

in this hideous house.

I'm sorry,

forgive me.

You're not used to hearing

such things at your age.

No, Aunt Ingrid, I've haven't

had an easy life either.

My mother really worked hard

to provide for my education.

Yes, I know that.

And when I was much younger,

I also knew your mother:.

An exceptional person,

a magnificent woman...

Death always takes

the best ones.

All right, sweetie, let me

show you to your room.

Ciceron, take Miss Melissa's

things upstairs.

I'm sorry, my dear,

I've reached my limit.

I'm a very sick woman.

Ciceron, show Miss Melissa

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