Yeux sans visage, Les (House of Dr. Rasanoff) Page #3

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all the same type

All mysteriously disappearing

This one's Swiss, so we'll have

the embassy on to us, telephone calls

Talking about the series of blue-eyed girls,

what about my one?

Brought in for shoplifting

Let her go with a lecture.

But get her address... you never know

This sort of thing will land you in jail

I've never done it before.

I don't know what got into me

You'll be up in court next time.

Give me your address

Now hop it

I was certain of success

To think you doubted me

Now you have your pretty face

Your true face

You can start living again

Yes... but how can we let people know

I'm still alive?

To start with, you'll travel...

a long trip

I'll arrange papers for you.

You can choose a name for yourself

It'll be fun

A new face, a new identity

You're more beautiful than ever.

Now there's something angelic about you

Angelic? That I wouldn't know

When I look into a mirror,

I feel I'm seeing someone...

...who looks like me,

returning from far away

What about Jacques?

Jacques? Yes,

that does pose a problem, of course

I'll explain to him.

He loves you so munch

He'll be very happy

Smile...

Smile... not too munch

Try Pentothal. I'll come at once

Another emergency

Will you come with me?

Not using make-up, I hope

No. Why?

No reason. You look good, that's all

See you tomorrow, darling

I won't be long.

I'll come and say good night

- You seemed anxious, examining her

- You're imagining things

Why are you lying?

I've learned to read your face.

Tell me the truth

It's failed

February 15

February 20 A week after healing

spots of pigmentation appear

Later palpation reveals

small subcutaneous nodules

On the 12th day

necrosis of the graft tissue is evident

The first ulcerations -

signs of rejection of the graft of infection

The dead graft tissue

must be removed

Take any dog, and everything works

I'm stuck with this beastliness

Say something... this is aggravating

- Are you mad? Who were you calling?

- Nobody

Do you realize how rash you've been?

I know the dead should be silent,

then let me really die

I can't bear it any more...

...afraid to look at one's face,

to touch it...

...for fear of feeling the cracks

and furrows

Calm down, my dear. Trust him.

He will succeed, I know it

You're lying. He'll experiment

as if I were one of his dogs

A human guinea-pig,

what a godsend for him

You've no right to say that

I want to die... please!

Give me one of those injections

the dogs get when things go wrong

Stop that!

You must kill me.

I can't bear it any more

Come at once!

It was Christiane's voice, I'm sure

You thought you heard it... Have you

mentioned this to Professor Gnessier?

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