The Hands of Orlac Page #2

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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?

I have the hands of a strangler,

come on, say it!

Or are you afraid

that I strangle you too?

Stephen!

Are you crazy? What's going on?

I'm sorry.

- I hope I didn't hurt him.

- There's no need to dramatize.

Let's say you're not the first

one this old grumpy man makes angry.

Do you think it was a simple anger?

Since this accident

I feel like I'm slowly becoming crazy.

- I'm afraid of myself, I'm afraid Louise.

- Come on, you know that Ange warned us...

Where there's a strong wind

it's the devil blowing.

Stephen, the case is closed.

You should try to work darling.

Even if the wind carries the notes away.

It's useless. I will never

find my mechanisms again.

You must try harder Stephen. Even the

great maestros have some hard times.

Try again.

Then stand there in front of me.

Everything is much more

easier when I look at you.

- You see?

- With you eveything is possible.

You're my miracle Louise.

Stephen!

Stephen! You're crazy!

I thought you wanted to kill me.

I'm sorry Louise, I'm sorry...

I can't stay here anymore.

Not a minute more.

No, let me go.

Let me go!

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