The Hands of Orlac

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Stephen! It was brilliant!

- Thank you Maurice

- Come on, make them happy once more.

No, old pal. Tonight

I'm making myself happy.

- Mr Orlac, reporters are asking you.

- Thank you. Good night.

For the Daily Mail, Mr Orlac.

What do you think of... -Sorry.

I must be in Paris in two hours.

I just have time to go to the airport to

take a private plane. I have an appointment.

- With glory as usual?

- No, tonight it's with love.

- He must over the channel now.

- Time enough for you to put your Channel.

Oh, Emilie!

I really have the funniest

maid of honour in Paris.

Too bad you're not the most skillful.

I'm sorry Miss. This appointment is

making me as much nervous as you.

- Surely it's for tonight?

- What is for tonight?

The proposal for marriage.

When I think I will have

to call Miss Mrs.

You know Emilie, I'm afraid.

- It's not the first time Mr Orlac is taking a plane.

- Silly you, I'm afraid of my reaction.

Living with an artist is not easy.

All these women around him. How can

I be sure I'm as well as they are?

Easy. Miss just have to

take a look at herself.

Thank you my dear Emilie.

You're unlucky Sir. Zero

visibility over the Paris area.

You must absolutely land at Orly

or the Bourget airport.

A pilot's duty is to avoid risks.

- I'm taking the risk.

Do the impossible. -Ok.

Bourget Airport?

His hands. My God, his hands.

- No way to get through. -Please

it's urgent. A serious casualty.

- You have to go back.

The road is blocked. -But why?

There's an execution at La Sante jail. They're going to

guillotine Louis Vasseur the strangler, you surely heard of him.

I beg of you. We're carrying Stephen

Orlac, the well-known pianist.

His hands are burned to the bone. If he's not

operated now he will never be able to use them anymore.

- It's not my fault. I have orders.

- We must get him to the clinic right now. Vasseur is going to die.

He won't need his hands anymore

his strangler's hands.

But Orlac's hands must play again.

We must save Orlac's hands. I beg you!

It's alright. Go on.

Professor Volchek?

I've been called from the Bourget.

It's Stephen Orlac, isn't it?

Yes, the pianist.

No need to precise Mrs.

I'm a music lover.

You're his wife?

Not yet but...

I understand.

I'm also Dr Decrochance's goddaughter.

A very good friend and

a very good psychiatrist.

- Always in London?

- Yes.

Professor you must save

Stephen Orlac's hands.

They wanted to take him to Beaujon.

I beg until they brought him here.

My godfather talked about your miracles.

Without his hands Stephen would be a zombie.

All right then.

Because of my friendship with

Decrochance and my love for music

I will try the impossible.

But before that I need to

eat something.

No miracle could be performed

on an empty stomach.

- And the other?

- It's done Sir. 56a

Louis Vasseur pays for his crimes.

Stephen Orlac loses his hands.

Come on, calm down, Mr Orlac.

You know you mustn't move.

Sorry, I'm late, my darling. I hope

you enjoyed your time rehearsing.

I tried...

but there's no way.

Come on. You can't hope only

six months after the operation...

Volchek warned us.

It will take some time.

My hands don't obey

me anymore, Louise.

I have the feeling sometimes...

What feeling, darling?

The feeling that I love you.

- Only a feeling?

- No.

It's a certainty.

Stephen...

before your accident we planned to marry.

What are waiting for now?

Before my accident I was

Stephen Orlac the pianist.

But who I am now with

these useless hands?

Take mine then.

Take my hands.

Marry me and I will help you.

Did I hurt you?

My hands are out of control.

Don't be ridiculous Stephen.

You look odd...

It's nothing.

I'm sorry Louise. I'm leaving.

I need to be alone.

- Do you want me to drive you home?

- No thank you.

I prefer walking.

It will help me clear my mind.

I beg you, Stephen. Have faith.

Good bye my darling.

Good bye.

Come closer Ladies and gentlemen!

Try out the strenght in your hands.

The hand makes the man.

Hand play means smart head. Nothing

in the pocket, all in your hand.

Get nearer. You Sir don't be afraid.

I think you'll love it.

For a small coin only. A very small coin.

Thank you Sir. You will know

the strenght in your hand.

Right or left. No politics in the house.

Take it easy man.

You're going to break my machine.

Come on, give him his prize.

Well...

Take your prize. A nice doll

And don't caress her too hard

with your Hercule's hands.

Come on, Sir, it's your turn...

Hello?

The clinic?

I'd like to talk to Professor Volchek.

He's absent. He left for

a medical congress in Moscow.

It's Stephen Orlac speaking.

Dear Mr Orlac!

You're happy with your new hands?

The Professor is a real sorcerer!

Stephen...

Louise...

- I need your help.

- I know. That's why I came.

I don't want to leave you

alone anymore, Stephen.

I called my godfather in London.

He's lending us his villa.

The French Riviera darling... and me!

Especially you.

Emilie will go first to prepare the house.

You'll see. Everything will be fine.

Darling?

Are you happy?

I think I could be happy here.

This silence.

- Thank you Louise.

- Come on Michou.

Say hello to your mistress.

My small Michou, how

beautiful you grew up.

Isn't he beautiful, Stephen?

- Wonderful.

- Come on, say hello Michou.

This Sir will soon be part of

the family, you know.

What's wrong with him?

He's not so fearful usually.

He lets everybody caressing him.

A little bit too much in my opinion.

Well, cats are whimsical.

Poor Michou...

Poor little Michou.

- Someone killed him. -This morning

he didn't come for his milk.

I called for him. I looked for

him everywhere.

I found him here.

Below Mr Orlac's windows.

It probably happened in the night.

Didn't you hear something Sir?

- Nothing at all. I was sleeping.

- A dog maybe?

No, there's no bite mark on him.

Someone snapped the neck of your cat.

- He was strangled, I tell you!

- You're mad, Ange. Who would do that?

With that crazy wind

blowing who knows?

Who would commit such an ugly thing?

Killing a beast without defense.

Michou liked everybody.

Maybe it's the gypsies. They were

prowling around the house yesterday.

You're right Emilie.

It's probably the gypsies.

- I could call the police...

- No Miss.

You cannot call the police for a cat.

They're only after the big fishes!

Poor Michou.

The ground is hard, isn't it?

Yes Sir, no rain for two months.

You good Sir should not go

out without a hat.

Sun can burn even with the strong wind.

Precisely. You think a hat

could hold in such a wind?

I meant no harm by saying that.

Sun is like the strong wind. It

doesn't sit well with nervous people.

You think I'm nervous?

I didn't say that Sir.

You didn't say that but your

eyes speak for themselves.

Do you think I'm not aware

of what's going on in your head?

You think it's me who

killed that cat.

You're sure it's me.

I have the hands of

a strangler, right?

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