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wish is for her to marry Halden?

More than ever.

There's no point

in saving Jean's life...

...if we're going to

sacrifice her happiness.

You mustn't see her again.

You driveling fool.

Stop talking.

Be careful, Vollin.

Not see her again?

Listen, Thatcher...

I'm a man who renders humanity

a great service.

For that, my brain

must be clear...

...my nerves steady

and my hands sure.

Jean torments me.

She has come into my life.

Into my brain.

Forget it, man. Forget it.

Judge Thatcher,

there are no two ways.

Send her to me.

Do you know

what you're saying?

There are no two ways.

Send her to me.

You're mad.

I am mad.

And I tell you,

the only way you can cure...

I can't talk to you,

Vollin.

I came here with a perfectly

reasonable objection...

...and expected you

to be reasonable.

Instead I find you stark,

staring mad.

Good day, Dr. Vollin.

Send her, Judge Thatcher.

I warn you.

Doctor Vollin.

Home, Hillview Heights.

I want to see Dr. Vollin.

What do you want to see

Dr. Vollin about?

I am Dr. Vollin.

I want to see you.

Come this way.

Come into my office.

Come.

You're Edmond Bateman.

Who told you?

Your picture in the papers.

That's no disguise.

That's why I'm here.

He said you could do...

What was it he called it?

I want you should

change my face.

But I'm not

a plastic surgeon, Bateman.

He said you could do it.

That is unnecessary,

Bateman. Put it away.

I can do it.

I can change your face.

Then do it.

It isn't plastic surgery...

...but there is a way.

Any way!

It's all right with me.

First, you must do

something for me.

Like what?

It's in your line.

Like what?

Torture and murder.

That's not my line.

My line is...

You shot your way out

of San Quentin.

Two guards are dead.

In a bank in Arizona, a man's

face was mutilated, burnt.

Cashier of the bank.

Well, he tried to

get me into trouble.

I told him to

keep his mouth shut.

He gets the gag

out of his mouth...

...and starts yellin'

for the police.

I had the acetylene torch

in my hand...

So, you put the burning torch

into his face.

Into his eyes.

Well, sometimes you can't help

things like that.

This job I want done

is in your line, Bateman.

Accept my word for it.

I want you to do this for me.

Then, I change your face.

I got money.

I'll pay for it.

No money.

I don't want to

get into no more trouble.

And they're after me now.

I can take care of that.

You can stay here

after the job is done.

I'll tell you

something, Doc...

...ever since I was born...

...everybody looks at me

and says, "You're ugly. "

Makes me feel mean.

Why are you telling me this?

I am not interested

in your life story.

I'm saying, Doc...

...maybe because I look ugly...

Maybe if a man looks ugly,

he does ugly things.

You are saying

something profound.

A man with a face

so hideously ugly...

Don't ask me to do

this job for you, Doc.

I don't want to do

them things no more.

Fix me so I look good,

will you?

Then maybe I could...

All right, Bateman.

You'll do it, Doc?

You'll change me?

Yes.

When?

Now.

What's that?

You don't need that.

Give it to me.

No, you don't.

I'll keep this.

What's that?

I'm taking you where if

police or anyone should come...

...they can't find you.

Oh, oh, I see

what you mean.

It is to

protect you, Bateman.

Come.

You go first.

Of course.

I show you the way.

The operation is

very simple.

In 10 minutes, it's done.

Is that all it takes?

The nerves,

the nerve ends, Bateman...

...the seventh cranial nerve,

which has its root here...

...from this come the nerves that

control the muscles of the face.

If something happens

to these nerve ends...

...it alters your expression.

In other words, I who know

what to do with these nerve ends...

...can make you look

anyway I choose.

Now, loosen your collar.

Lie down.

I will not need you

until Monday.

Thank you, sir.

Have a pleasant holiday.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, you're doing fine,

Bateman.

I will take a look.

It's hard to talk.

That's to be expected.

It will disappear.

Do...

Do I look different?

Yes.

Something's the matter.

My eye.

That will pass, Bateman.

My mouth.

I want to see myself.

All right.

Just wait here.

No!

Bateman.

Are you ready to

do it for me, Bateman?

Fix my mouth.

You're monstrously ugly.

Monstrous ugliness

breeds monstrous hate.

Good.

I can use your hate.

You will do this

for me, Bateman.

Fix my mouth.

I'll fix your mouth, Bateman.

Do it. Change me.

I'll change you, Bateman.

You will look good.

The way you wish.

Make me look good.

First you must do

this job for me, Bateman.

I can't use my hand to do it.

Your hand is used to torture.

Your hand must do it.

My brain. Your hand.

Speak up, Bateman.

Do you wish to remain

the ugly monster that you are?

No. No.

Then you will do this job

for me, will you?

You must speak now.

Yes or no.

Yes.

Good.

Wait.

Put on these clothes...

...and report to me

for further instructions.

Be quick about it.

In an hour,

my guests will arrive.

I wonder if Dad

will be very angry.

Why should he?

He distinctly said no

when we got the invitation.

Why?

Well...

Don't go

into that again.

We've been

all over that before.

Well, I do agree with him that

Dr. Vollin is a little mad.

Well, aren't we all?

What of it?

You know, uh, you're taking quite

a chance persuading me to go.

How?

He kind of likes me.

Yeah, I'll bet.

All right,

what will you bet?

I'll bet you...

All right. Place your bets.

They're off!

Please notify my horse

the race has started.

Oh, isn't it exciting,

Pinkie?

Y- Yes, quite.

I like my horse.

He has such a kind face.

The quarter.

Come on, Number 5!

Number 3. Number 3!

Come on Number 5!

Number 3. Number 3.

Number 3.

Doesn't my horse look

like your father, Pinkie?

I hadn't noticed

the resemblance, my love.

Come on, Azucar!

Ladysman.

They're on the home stretch.

I will not let myself

get excited.

I'm afraid to look.

Who's winning?

Number 5 wins.

That's me!

I'm the winner.

Wasn't mine

the brown horse, Pinkie?

No, no. Yours was

the white, my love.

Oh.

I've been rooting

for the wrong horse.

Oh, Jerry, you idiot,

what're you doing?

I'll be a mess, you fool.

Stop it.

Next race.

Place your bets.

Now, I'll have to go upstairs and

fix my hair. I'm a sight, I know.

Well, don't forget

you owe me two bits.

You know, I like horses,

I... I grew up with them.

Yes, I can see that

when I look at you.

Does anyone want

any more horse races?

Not me.

It's too exhausting

a game for me.

Let's go

and get a drink.

Feel this, my pet.

Just what am I

supposed to feel?

My pulse. It's beating.

I'm going to ask

Dr. Vollin's advice.

Doctor.

Yes, Colonel.

I get the most peculiar sensations,

uh, pains you might call them.

Not exactly pains, but, uh,

they come and they go.

What would you say

they were?

You eat too much, Colonel.

I'm asking Dr. Vollin,

my pet.

You're always trying to get free advice.

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