Diary of a Madman Page #3

my dinner shortly.

Yes, sir.

My wife and son

have been dead for 12 years.

Why should these strange things

be happening,

now, only since the death

of Louis Girot?

- Good morning, Martin.

- Good morning, sir.

Would you bring me

the Costane brief, please?

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

- The Costane brief, sir.

- Thank you.

Did you have any reason

for leaving this here?

"Trial testimony of Louis Girot..."

The prisoner who...

who died the other day?

No, sir, I didn't take it

out of the file.

It was on my desk.

The office was locked.

Could you have put it there

before you left last night?

Yes.

Yes, that's possible.

Perhaps I was so upset

by what happened,

I didn't remember.

Yes, sir, it must have been

most unnerving.

Yes, that will be all, Martin.

Thank you.

Martin, will you find

the superintendent of the building?

I want you to ask him

if anyone of the cleaning people

could have taken the Girot testimony

from the file.

- Immediately, sir.

- Thank you.

Is someone here?

Magistrate Cordier.

Since Louis Girot is dead,

you have no further use

for his papers.

You deprived me of Girot's body,

his mind, his will.

Now I will have yours.

What's the matter with me?

Can I be as sick as Girot?

I was determined to take

my place on the bench that day,

despite the fears I had for my sanity.

But suddenly,

I felt I couldn't go on.

It was impossible far me

to concentrate.

I hadn't even heard

the arguments of the attorneys.

I knew I would have to call a recess

and leave for the day.

Very interesting, Magistrate.

I've been waiting patiently

to see what you would write.

You still think

I exist only in your mind.

Men's logic has always denied

my existence.

Since we have only begun

to know each other,

perhaps we should

come closer to the truth.

Rise, Simon Cordier.

Life and death are the only truths.

Everything else is illusion.

Yourself...

Your love for a useless bird

in a cage.

Death is a truth, Magistrate.

Prove it.

Prove it now!

Kiki, where are you?

How did you get out?

How does one explain

what one cannot see, Dr. Borman?

I hear this voice as though

someone is in the room with me.

But I am alone.

No one else is there.

And it was this voice

that urged you to kill your pet?

Well, how else can I explain it?

The photograph,

the writing in the dust,

the trial testimony on your desk,

the overturned inkwell,

and the voice...

Do you feel they are all related?

Somehow, yes, yes.

It is you who relate them,

for they are all

from your own imagination.

Science does not accept gnomes,

ghosts, demons, images of evil.

The things you've told me

about the tragic death

of your wife and son,

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