La belle captive Page #2

Are you unwell, sir?

Is anyone there?

Despite the Villa Seconde nameplate

which I'd seen in the night...

...I hardly recognized this

house of assignation...

...where I'd slept with

de Corinthe's fiance...

this beautiful stranger

hunted by the police

Don't wear yourself out pressing that,

the bell hasn't worked for ages

Perhaps the gate doesn't even open

How do you get in?

You don't. In any case,

not for centuries

I've never seen it open in the

three years I've passed twice a day

- But someone lives there?

- Of course not. Who'd want to?

It's absolutely empty

The windows bang in the wind...

...inside it's in ruins, so it seems

If you want information,

ask the neighbour

But I warn you, he's rather odd

Good luck!

Ask the neighbour

But I warn you, he's rather odd

Good luck!

Excuse me... the house next door...

The house next door...

...doesn't exist

The house next door doesn't exist

Excuse me, I wondered...

...if you knew a way of entering

the Villa Seconde, next door

The people next door, they're mad.

Mad!

Sometimes you hear them screaming

all night, screams of...

...hysterical women

Or they fight

They play music, too.

They must dance, or something

What sort of music?

Perhaps it's only the wind that

you hear

Or maybe stray dogs...

...hundreds of stray dogs howling

to death all night long

Calm down

Who is this?

- Excuse me, the house next door...

- What about it?

What are you doing here?

Who let you in?

The house next door has been empty

for at least ten years

- lf it's a rental, see the agency

- What agency?

I don't know, I'm not an estate agent

You can see there are patients.

You had no right to come in

Forgive my insistence, but

was it not you last night...

At night, sir, I sleep

But you are injured. Why didn't

you say you needed help?

You can trust me, I'm a doctor.

Sit down

It's nothing, just a scratch

Don't be alarmed by the

slight loss of blood

Quick, I must do a coroner's report

A vast, deserted beach

In the distance the sea,

a succession of breaking waves

Quick, I must do a coroner's report

In the foreground, red, half-drawn

theater curtains

Where from?

What were they doing there?

I was excessively worried by the

memory of this image...

...as by a dream which recurs

when eyelids are closed

One feels it means something

important...

...but one doesn't know what

Sara had told me to see de Corinthe

as soon as possible, I remembered...

...as if someone's life

was in danger

I'd wasted time, de Corinthe was the

only way to understand my own story

Monsieur Henri de Corinthe, please

Monsieur de Corinthe is dead

You're his cousin, aren't you?

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