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It seems the generator

is out of order.

I'm not sure what it is,

but we'd better leave it

till tomorrow morning.

Clorinda, I want to know

who you really are.

Christian,

we can still leave.

I'm too tired, Barbara.

We'll leave early

tomorrow morning.

Alright.

Whatever you say.

And this is your room,

Christian.

The bed is just upstairs.

I think you'll find it comfy.

And this is the key

to your room.

You can go down

whenever you're ready.

Until tomorrow, then.

Good night.

Where did you go?

Were you looking for Alex?

Yes.

Are you sure

it really happened,

or was it just

your imagination?

I don't know.

I don't understand you

anymore, Christian!

I don't understand

anything!

I'm sorry, I...

I'm sorry, Barbara,

for everything.

I can't take any more!

Uh...

My nerves are on edge.

I know how you feel.

That old man,

that woman...

Doesn't it all seem

terribly absurd to you?

Well, to be honest,

maybe we seem

a little absurd to them.

Anyway...

I don't like them.

That's why I

wanted us to leave.

All night you've

been acting as if...

As if you had something

to tell me that...

that you're not saying.

You're the one

who doesn't talk.

You're the one

who's secretive.

But Clorinda,

she's so strange,

just like you.

Strange how?

I don't know, you...

You look at each other

in a certain way,

as if you met before.

I don't know.

Maybe it's me.

My nerves are just

popping out of my skin.

- Barbara-

- Please go away.

In all this stupid mess,

something beautiful

has happened to me.

Something I never

felt before.

I feel something true.

Fresh.

- Do you believe me?

- Yes.

But you must...

I'm not a strong woman,

Christian.

You must help yourself.

But believe me,

I do feel something for you.

I really do.

You'd better go now...

and get some rest.

I'm not a strong woman,

Christian.

Well, there's not

much time left.

No, it's the wrong way.

And it'd be dangerous

to involve her.

I'm serious.

Don't push it, Luca.

You want out?

No, no,

that's not the point.

The point is that I'm

beginning to be afraid.

The hell.

Afraid of what?

- I don't get you.

- You know damn well.

I'm afraid of

what could happen.

Why?

What could go wrong?

There's so much pressure.

We're not running any risk.

And anyway, we've got him

behind us all the way.

A dream?

An hallucination?

That sort of thing could

happen to anyone.

But I'm real.

But you...

Of course.

It's all clear now,

I'm sure of it.

But then...

It seems to me you

weren't called Clorinda.

You were called-

Perhaps I just resemble

someone you know.

Don't you remember, too?

My brother and I,

two years ago.

We were together,

Fritz and I.

No, Christian.

You're mistaken.

But it doesn't matter.

You are strange.

I've been watching you

all evening, you know.

I'm not strange.

It's you, all of you who-

Who what?

- Why'd you do it?

- Do what?

Why'd you come here

with your hair and

your makeup like this?

Only to tell me

that you're not...

I can tell you

that I live here.

I happen to love flowers,

and at night

I let down my hair.

What's so strange in that?

But you know

all about Malcolm.

Yes, sure I do.

Please don't

make complications.

All I'm here to do is...

to help you if I can.

It's him.

Look, there!

It's him!

He's with a man.

I don't see anyone,

Christian.

I'm telling you

he's down there with a man!

Yes.

Of course.

It was him, then, too.

And then my father.

Malcolm never goes

away from this house

without telling me.

Tell me who you really are.

- Why do you want to help me?

- You're hurting me!

Go.

No, no.

Stay.

I need you.

I don't care if you

are like the others.

Let go of me.

Not this way, no.

Just let me leave, Christian.

Please don't-

Not this way, please.

Yes.

I need you.

I think I'm going mad.

What's wrong, Christian?

Where's Barbara?

I wasn't able to stop her.

I believe she went into town.

Why?

Without telling me?

The girl has her problems

and you yours.

Please stop thinking

about Barbara and

think of yourself.

Leave. Get out.

I've been living in a

nightmare since yesterday.

And you, Malcolm,

are part of that nightmare!

Listen, if you're afraid

everyone around you

is your enemy,

you better just disappear.

What else can you do?

You're creating the nightmare.

It's up to you

to walk out of it.

Alright, alright.

But first I have

to find Barbara,

take her with me.

Excuse me,

Christian, but...

Do you need the girl

or don't you trust her?

Just a moment.

I think now I...

I really see her, Malcolm.

Last night it was as if a...

secret door to my memory

was thrown open.

I'm an old man

who's just crazy enough...

to want to help you out.

That's all you have

to know about me.

Crazy?

Why do you have

to be crazy to...

to want to help me?

Tell me the truth.

Did you try to

call Fritz again?

No.

No, you see, I...

I want to try and

get out of this alone.

For the first time in my life,

without my brother's help.

- Bravo.

- Bravo? No.

No, I'm... I'm afraid

of what's happening.

Fritz has always understood me,

has always helped me.

This time I-

I have a confession

to make, Christian.

When I first saw

you last night,

I felt I was watching

old memories.

A big industrialist's mysterious

and violent suicide.

The ensuing coroner's

inquest...

and two very young boys,

the two sons,

who witnessed the tragedy.

Yes, I know.

I know that

you were involved.

I have to go.

One child's name

was Wulfritz,

and the other Christian!

I was a reporter at the time

and I covered the case.

There was something

about it that stayed with me

long after I was

done with the story.

The face of the younger boy,

the strange look he had.

That boy, Christian,

was you.

And I found that same

look on your face again,

years later,

last night.

I loved my father very much.

When he fell we were left alone,

my brother and I.

It was horrible.

It was even more horrible

than you'd like to think!

Hello?

Is that you?

Yes, of course I'm alone.

Why didn't you tell me?

What do you mean,

There's nothing to explain"?

Something terrible

happened here.

You didn't even let me...

No use trying.

It's locked.

Now first of all...

Where have you managed

to hide Barbara?

I don't know.

I was looking for her myself.

I made a mistake.

That's clear.

I should never have let

her go the other night.

Now look, Barbara

means a great deal to me.

I don't intend to just let you

take her away like that.

So the gorilla came

on your orders.

I don't know what

you're talking about...

but I do know that Barbara's

risking a lot of trouble with you.

I'm gonna find her so

don't bother looking for her.

- Keep away!

- Let me go!

It's she who will

have to decide.

Well, she probably

has already...

So you can just return

to your brother, hm?

Don't try to do

anything stupid.

I might lose my head.

The girl has her problems

and you yours.

Please, Christian, stop

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