All language subtitles for The Mysterious Doctor Cornelius - 01x02 - Episode 2_track3_[eng]

You were right, Fritz.

The exploitation of generous ideas
show no difficulties.

Really, it's the easiest way to have a well
structured organization at our disposition.

Simpler and less expensive.

Today, contract killers
are too expensive.

But idealists have
a taste for martyrdom.

They die without complaining
and ask for nothing.

Soon, thanks to the "Red Hand"

we will rule the whole country!

On your knees, companions.
Let's greet our masters.

Arise, sons of the "Red Hand"!

Introduce the applicant.

You asked to join us?

Do you really know the aims
of the "Red Hand"?

The aims of the "Red Hand"
are threefold.

Grandeur, fairness and
a new order for Xampana.

What justifies
the merciless struggle we lead?

The merciless struggle
led by the "Red Hand"

is justified by the corruption,
prevarication

and immorality in ruling Xampana.

And the three weapons at the disposition
of the "Red Hand" for its just struggle?

The three weapons at the disposition
of the "Red Hand" for its just struggle

are blackmail, intimidation
and assassination.

Do you swear to use
these three weapons without hesitation?

And to blindly obey
the leaders of the "Red Hand"

without asking any question?

I swear.

Remove his blindfold.

Here is what happens to
those who betray their oath!

Never forget!

The "Red Hand" is everywhere.

Charity!

Charity!

Here's for you my good fellow.

Maybe Milord has a light too?

The guy on the bench...

You sure?

He's come here for the last eight days.

Every afternoon.

What's he doing?

He speaks to no one.

He just waits.

It's probably him.

Wanna taste?
- No thanks.

You're wrong.
It's a great Bordeaux vintage.

You never drank a better wine
at your father's, Mr Jorgell.

I see you're the man we're waiting for.

And you are?

A simple cog in the organization.

Follow me.

Who are you taking me to?
- Marguerite Roy, queen of the bums.

The sole sovereign really elected
thanks to universal suffrage.

Password?

Twelve degrees.

Her majesty awaits you.

Welcome to Paris, Mr Jorgell.
- Who are you?

The first secretary of her majesty.

Dr Cornelius wired us about you.

Her majesty has a lot
of respect for him.

She will be very happy to help you.

Thank you, Hilda.

Come here, young man,
I like Americans.

Sit down by my side.

And tell me how the Kramm brothers
are doing, the dear scoundrels!

They're doing fine, Ma'am.

Cornelius never had good health
but Fritz, what a man!

Take a loukoum.
- Thanks.

We met at a Circus in Hamburg.
Cornelius was doing an hypnosis number.

We were young then...

His fees allowed him to continue
his studies. A very deserving boy.

You don't like?
- I love them!

Take the others. They're rose flavored.
- Thanks.

I heard you've made mistakes.
Whatever...

I'll give you some fake papers

but you'll have to work.

The Kramm brothers
recognized in me some talent.

Take it easy.
Everyone has his own speciality.

Tramps speciality is recuperation.

It suits you?
- Not really.

Thank you my little Apu,
you can go.

Don't count on special privileges.

Everyone who enters the brotherhood
must start at the bottom of the ladder.

Meaning?

Digging in garbage dumps.

Why not if there's an opportunity
for advancement.

Only by way of seniority.

Later you can pretend to dig garbage dumps
in high-class neighborhoods.

Very interesting.

Finally, if you're well noted, you can
pretend to beg at a church door.

All this requires reflection.

You have no choice. The Kramm brothers
asked me to keep an eye on you.

How shall I begin?

By getting your hands dirty!

They call you Milord because
you're an Englishman? - Could be...

How did you become a bum?
- By vocation.

You're kidding?
- Why?

We have a healthy life.
Always in the open air.

Take a deep breath.
Don't you think it smells good?

I see. You want to stay incognito.

I became a tramp to be left alone.
So hear my advice...

No questions.

Hi.

You have something for me?
- Yes, two cans.

Alright.

Here.
- That's all?

Read the share prices.
You'll see that iron is very low.

Stop!

Shit!
- You're going about it the wrong way!

If you're smarter than me
get behind the wheel and take my place.

Come on, push!

You're pretty good behind the wheel.
- I've a little talent.

Just when I'm looking for a good driver.
- Sorry, I'm already under contract.

Just for one night. See what I mean?

I never refuse to work overtime.

It's the chance of a lifetime.
We mustn't screw up.

Is it much farther?

You'll see,
a little desolate church.

There on your left.

You Pascual, wait outside.
You're on watch.

It's raining cats and dogs.
- If you want your share you must get wet.

The treasure is inside the crypt.
Behind the altar.

It's Childeric's treasure.

A Franc bishop.

His remains lie there
with all his vestments.

The Gods seem angry.
- Shut up! Don't bring bad luck!

I don't like it! I'd rather go.
- Come on, we're too close to turn back.

Go on.

But it's gold!
- Solid gold.

With inlaid diamond work.
There.

You're right.

We're cursed!

On your knees, infidels!
Pray!

Pray and beg God to forgive you!

Don't do that! Come back!

Help! Help!

So long, Childeric.
You're nothing but dust.

Your treasure will help
another man to become as rich as you.

I spent the night doing
my calculations again, Andrιe.

It is essential that I replace the
electric resistors of my furnace.

I understand, father...

but maybe you could change into second.

Yeah, you're right.

But understand me, Andrιe...

Lidium bisulphate only
vitrifies at 7.000 degrees.

A bit to your right, father.

Stop in front of the church, please.

You won't come into town with me?
- Pick me up on your way back.

As you wish.
- Try not to forget me!

Holy Catherine.

I come again to
beg you to enlighten me.

A man asked to marry me.

He's good, intelligent and generous.

Reason pushes me to accept.

But when I ask my heart...

it stays silent.

And I still ignore everything
about love, Holy Catherine!

I didn't dare mention it
to my confessor.

Oscar! Oscar!

We have a wounded man with us!

You picked this man up on the road?

Andrιe found him in the church.
- Why not take him to the hospital?

Because God entrusted him to us.

Don't get upset.
- Where am I?

At de Maubreuil's castle.
- In France?

In Normandy.

What's your name?

Andrιe.

Now try to relax.

Your temperature's finally lower but...

you've been rambling for hours.

What did I say while I was unconscious?

But...

But nothing.
- Are you sure?

You said things...

senseless.

You spoke in English.
I didn't understand a thing.

Here.

Drink this.

How do you feel?

For the last two minutes much better.

We never thought
you would recover so soon.

Because of the great care
you took of me.

My daughter's responsible.

I didn't know of her nurse's vocation.

An extremely
dedicated young woman.

I hope she'll help rid you
of your bad memories of France.

Why say that?

It's certainly a hoodlum
who attacked you in this church.

Think so?

You remember nothing?
- No, I've some kind of amnesia.

The concussion.

This statue probably
fell on me by accident.

Maybe...

This area is built on chalk cliffs
undermined by the sea.

Landslides are frequent.
- That's it!

But it doesn't explain
the vanishing of your wallet.

You had no money nor papers on you.
- Evidently...

I don't even know your name.
- Dorgan.

Dorgan?

Are you related to a young physicist
specializing in electric materials?

Harry?

Harry Dorgan.

He has just published a remarkable
study in the Scientific Journal.

I'm his younger brother, Joe.

I'm delighted to meet you.

You're also a man of science?
- Yes, I studied chemistry.

We're colleagues then, my dear Joe.
- Really?

What's bothering you, Cornelius?

I just read the wire sent by Marguerite.

So?

Baruch slipped out of her hands.

Yep.

He disappeared.

It doesn't matter.

I had great hopes for him, Fritz.

He's the past now. You well know
Baruch is outdone around here.

Who knows, dear brother? Who knows?

Here's my workshop.

Oscar calls it pompously my laboratory.

And Andrιe usually calls it my shack.

Say...

these stones are worth a fortune.

Yes.

Indeed I've succeeded in synthesizing
most of the colored stones.

A work of almost
no scientific interest.

My aim...

is to succeed in synthesizing diamonds.

Scientifically much more challenging.

Have you any hope in succeeding?

I think...

that I'm almost near my goal.

This discovery will make you
the richest man in the world.

On the contrary.

Besides, I'm not interested by money.

I'm not sure I follow you,
Mr de Maubreuil.

Look.
- She's lovely.

It's my wife.

Andrιe's mother.

A bitch, my dear Joe.

I was madly in love with her.

I can imagine.

When you marry with a woman too lovely

you must have time
to keep an eye on her.

It's incompatible with science.
- Of course.

My wife was extremely coquettish.

She quickly grew tired of the
modest lifestyle imposed by my work.

She left you?

For an ugly and mediocre man.

A rich man, my dear Joe!

So rich he could buy her
all the jewels she dreamed of.

It's a very sad story.

But it had the merit

of showing me the way of my duty.
- How?

This ruby, these emeralds,
these diamonds...

These dangerous crystals that
drive so many poor women crazy!

I swore to myself

that I would make them harmless.
- But how?

Familiarisation.

Soon...

these stones will be produced
in quantities so vast...

that they'll have no more value...

than the rocks on the roads.
- It's fantastic!

Thus I will ensure
universal family stability.

It's my only goal.
- None is more commendable.

Besides science must serve morality.

I believe so.
- Listen.

If you think I can be helpful
in any way in your work...

it would be a true honor for
me to be your assistant.

I accept wholeheartedly.
I must say...

I didn't dare to ask you.

Bondonnat is still at it. He makes
such a racket with his experiments.

Who is Bondonnat?

He's my neighbour.

A remarkable man, a thinker.

What's his discipline?

Agronomy. Come and I
will show you Bondonnat's gardens.

His work is distant from yours.

It's not science
which brought us together.

It's love.
- Love?

Paganot, Bondonnat's nephew.
- So?

He's Andrιe's future husband.

Since the dawn of times men
have tried to tame the plant world

as an operating colony. Me, rather,
I try to have a dialogue with plants.

What is your purpose?
- A common one.

I give to my plants what is best
for their growth. In exchange they
provide me with a guaranteed harvest.

And they do it only to please you?

No. Simply to fulfil
their part of the bargain.

As partners of good faith we have laid
the groundwork of a fruitful collaboration.

You're too modest, Bondonnat.

Your personal contribution is the
real engine of this collaboration.

Without your science
plants would be useless.

Technique is one thing but what
counts is the spirit behind my work.

Anyway you must imagine that the
soil of this garden

covers a network of electrical
resistors going through every root.

What for?

To keep the ground at the same
temperature all year long.

Plants are like us. They're sometimes
frisky. A little comfort...

makes them feel good.
- A second network...

made of copper tubes this time
provides them at fixed hours

with the mineral salts they need.

A good health is always
maintained by a regular

and balanced diet.
Every Doctor will tell you the same.

But you won't be able to
fix every mistake of nature.

Hail, drought, storm...
- Of course he will.

That's what he's doing right now.
- Well, I must say that my work...

is still experimental.

But it's very promising.

I'm certain that in a very short time
you will rule the roost.

Cosine 33. Correction 7B.

Yes.

Amplitude 89. Strength 25F.

Yes.

25F?
- 25F.

Yes.

Cosine 34. Correction 8B.

Corrected.

In fact, my weather canon

is an extrapolation of the
medieval anti-hail bombarda.

Meaning stirring up the atmospheric
layers to modify the weather.

In this case,
what's new about your invention?

The powder envelopes have been
replaced by electron charges.

Fire-power is completely flexible

and we can focus the effect

on a specific point.

Bondonnat's assistants are
pyrotechnicians in a way.

Roger Ravenel, a brilliant
mathematician, my future son-in-law.

Sir.

And my nephew.

Jacques Paganot.
- Pleased to meet you.

Andrιe's fiancι.

My cousin Paganot finds you
very distant these last few days.

He told you so?
- No.

He's too proud to complain.
You know him. - So?

He seems more worried
than usual.

I think he even grew a few white hairs.

Of course, he's no longer a young man.

You knew that before you
promised to marry him.

I agree.

And now...

you still have the same feelings?

Answer me frankly.

I gave him my word, Frιderique,
and I'm bound by my oath.

Don't be silly, you don't love him!

He's more worthy of
love than many others.

He's frank and honest.

At war he behaved as a hero.

And it gives him the right to
wear three medals on his buttonhole.

Don't mock him, Frιderique.

It's a right he paid dearly for.

Very dearly.

He will always embrace you
with one arm.

Miss Frιderique!

Miss Frιderique, it's me.

Hello, father Yvon.

Mr Bondonnat asked me to
come at three o' clock.

My father's in his garden.
Come.

But first you should
put this casket in a cool place.

It's very kind of you.

I know that Mr Bondonnat is a gourmet.

Go on, I'll catch you on the way.

Father Yvon's lands are
on this side of the cliff.

Code 101.
- But the field is too tiny.

Sure, it's not the American West here.

Our target are 20 trees with pasture
around that can't be harmed by a storm.

But why exactly?

We want to create a hole
amongst the clouds.

And if our calculations
are not wrong

rain will fall on the
grass but not on the oats.

A lot of trouble for nothing.
The harvest saved is tiny.

Not for father Yvon, Mr Dorgan.

Oh, I see! You are some philanthropists!

The operation is not
completely without interest.

It will allow us to test
the preciseness of our canon.

Much better.
It sounds more serious.

Come on, it's time to start.
Are you ready, gentlemen?

Ravenel, are you ready?

I'm ready, professor.
- Beware!

5,4,3,2,1...

Fire!

Bravo! Hurrah! We did it!

I wanted to take you here.

Why?

Because I like this place.

Me too.

I was certain you'd like it.

So you know my tastes?

They can't be much different from mine.

How can you be so sure?

I wondered about the circumstance
of our meeting.

And so?

In any case they're extraordinary.

Indeed.

It took the combination
of many accidents.

Accidents like that don't exist, Joe.

I suspect something completely different.

The will of fate.

Really?

I'm a very lonely man.

I don't willingly talk about myself.
- Me too.

I've always been used to staying silent.
- By taste?

By force of circumstance.

I was very young...

when my mother left home.

Your father seems to love you very much.

I didn't have such luck.

You know, my father...

has always been lost in his own dreams.

Did he ever think about listening to me?

I understand you.

Me, I hated my childhood.

As soon as I was old enough
to wear long trousers...

I swore to take my revenge on life.

You come often to this island?

It's my secret garden.

You're the first person...

I've let in.

No, Joe.

I can't.
- Why not?

I'm already engaged.

Leave me alone.

Fate bound us together.

From now on...

nothing can separate us.

Anyone home?

Come on. Not so loud!
You'll wake up our people.

I need some help to unload.
The crates are too heavy.

Mr de Maubreuil!

What's this racket?

Your resistors are here.
- At last!

I've waited more than
six months for them.

I had to have them built
specially for me in England.

To what temperature will
you push the furnace?

We must reach 7.000 degrees.

Synthesization of diamond can
be verified only at this heat.

Do you think the insulation
of the furnace will hold?

We won't catch a cold, that's for sure.

We might even end up
suffocated to death.

It won't stop me from
trying the experiment.

Come on, Mr de Maubreuil, you've waited
six months, you can wait a few more hours.

Why?
- Because...

Surround the furnace with bags of gravel
it'll significantly reduce room temperature.

Excellent idea!

Oscar will do it for us.

Oscar!

Oscar!

Watch your manners Pistolet! If you keep
on like this you'll end up herding cows.

I don't know what bugs him.
He only barks at you.

He probably doesn't like the scent
of my after shave. - You know...

he's only a country dog.

He doesn't know the good manners of
city people. - Does he bark at Paganot?

Never. But it's different
with Mr Paganot.

Why?

This dog is smarter than he looks.

He knows who'll become
his mistress's husband.

And, what do
you think of him?

He's not a bad egg.

So, when's the wedding?

If Mr Paganot had his say,
long ago.

So, it's Miss de Maubreuil baulking?

I didn't say that.
- You didn't say the opposite either.

Mr Paganot must leave soon
to settle in Paris.

That's not a good reason.

Miss Andrιe doesn't feel like
abandoning her father.

Of course.

I've already filled half
the dump truck. Is that enough?

No, we need the other half.

I've other chores. See father Yvon
to get some fish for dinner.

Dig on.
I'll take care of the dinner.

Cigarette, father Yvon?

I'd rather have a chew.
- Sorry.

Thanks all the same.
I'll smoke it after dinner.

Is this the boat you use to fish?
- Yep.

It's a bit light when there's bad weather.
- Not at all.

It holds the sea as well as a big boat.
Even if I hoist all the sail.

Could you cross the channel with that?
- Of course.

I've done it more than once.

There, in England,
lace is twice as cheap as here.

You see what I mean?
- And the customs officers?

After all these years I know the
hours of their rounds by heart.

I see that you're a
smart guy, father Yvon.

If you want to make
a gift to Miss de Maubreuil...

think about me.
- See you shortly, father Yvon.

So? It's him?

There's no doubt.

It's the American.

Milord! What are you doing here?

I'm on duty. - What do you
want with me, you two?

We've been asked to give you
this convocation.

Is this a joke?

Her majesty's services don't
authorize any joke.

You must be present in front of
the tramps court tomorrow at midnight.

What am I accused of?

Illegal absence.

No one is allowed to leave
the brotherhood without authorization.

What could happen?

At best an eye enucleation.

At worst amputation of a foot.

And if I'm not present
in front of the court?

All the tramps and bums in France

will be launched at your heels.

With the order to stalk you

and to execute the sentence
pronounced against you.

In these cases the sentence is terrible!

Now, you're warned.

So long, American.

The experiment,
I'll try tonight with Joe

may be very noisy.

It would be better if no one
sleeps in the castle tonight.

Is this the true reason, father?

Are you sure there is
no danger with your experiment?

Except of course
to set fire to the castle!

I've already prepared
buckets of water, sir.

With your permission I could
serve you as a fire watch.

Just leave us alone, Oscar.
I won't be distracted when I work.

You will go with Andrιe.
You will sleep at Bondonnat's.

We'd better go there right now.

I think these gentlemen are
in a hurry to get to work.

You have a habit of getting up late.

I don't know if I'll see you again.

What?

You're leaving?

Yes.

I promised your father I would
assist him with his experiment...

but when it's finished
I have nothing more to do here.

But, father!

I have no right to be selfish.
I can't hold Joe here any longer.

Besides there are many
other things to see in Europe.

Don't you agree, Paganot?

It's certainly a wise decision.

I will never forget how
warmly you greeted me in your home.

Believe me, Andrιe, I will never forget.

The best goodbyes are those which
are not pronounced. To work, Joe.

You're very pale, Andrιe.

You must not worry about your father.
He knows what he's doing.

Come on, let's go.

6.000 degrees!

Block the window or fresh air
will cool the furnace!

Quick!

Block the window!

Quick!

It's not hot enough!

What's wrong with you?

What's the temperature?

6.300 degrees.

It's time to give full power!

6.700 degrees!

I don't know if I will
have the strength

to go all the way. - You must
Mr de Maubreuil, you must!

I love you. I beg you not to leave.

What are you doing up at this hour?
- Don't worry.

Just tell me where Oscar is sleeping.

In the glass house. Why?

6.900 degrees!

7.000 degrees!

We did it!

Come back!

The diamonds! The diamonds!

It's their end!

Oscar, it's me.

Come on, wake up!

Something bad happened?
- Not yet but I'm worried.

Take this message discretely
to Mr Dorgan at the laboratory.

You will tell me how my father takes
the news. - You will soon have the answer.

At last...

we're going to have the answer!

Be my guest.

I won't have the strength
to break the crucibles.

What a wonder!

I never saw diamonds so pure!

Finally it's the end of
the reign of this junk!

The blue diamond.
One of the most beautiful.

From now on we can use them
to pave the streets.

Children will use them to shoot marbles.

Each of them is worth a fortune!

Industrial manufacturing will reduce
their value to one percent per ton.

The diamond mythology is over!

Stop that! Have you gone crazy?

Don't you get it, Joe?
They're worthless now!

Come to your senses, de Maubreuil!

Money is everything! To be rich you'll
just limit the production for a time.

Never! Tomorrow I'll send the results to
the newspapers. - They won't believe you

I've written down all the steps in
the process. - Give me the notebook!

It's useless.

You'll read everything tomorrow in the
papers. - It's stupid! Give me the book!

What will you do with it?
- I'll benefit science.

How?

Give me a good reason.

A single good reason
and my invention is yours.

Do you know Cornιlius Kramm?

He's a biologist, I think.
- A great scientist!

With these stones I will
back up his research.

What's the purpose of his researches?

A harmonious balance of the species.
A selective redefinition of humanity.

We'll put order back on Earth
by correcting God's mistakes!

But it's...

it's horrible!

Give me this notebook!
- Never!

What is it?
- It's me, Oscar, Mr Dorgan.

A moment.

Father Yvon!

Father Yvon!

A tragedy at the manor!

Mr de Maubreuil?
- His daughter Andrιe!

We can save her with a
medicine sold only in England.

It's high tide and we have the wind
with us. We'll be there before noon.

Quick!

Come on, Andrιe, what's wrong with you?
- I don't know. I have a premonition.

Oscar didn't come back.

Your father probably needs him.

No.

I'm sure something terrible has happened.

I gave a sedative to Miss de Maubreuil
to get her to sleep.

Her despair was a sorry sight.

Thank you Doctor.
- As for you, my boy...

You have received a
nasty blow on the head.

I'm going to give you an arnica tincture.

Later Doctor.
First you have to save my dog.

Hey, my papers aren't in order. Make
it snappy before the customs catch us.

Nobody must know that I'm in England.

Father...

I accuse myself...

as the sole one
responsible of your death.

It's in my affection that
the Lord has punished me.

Today...

this American horrifies me.

But I recovered.

My heart will experience
no more failures.

Father...

I swear I will do
everything to avenge you.

May God help me to keep my promise.

Amen.

A little coin for the love of God.

A little coin to eat some bread.

Here's for you, my dear friend.

Thanks.

One service deserves another.

With my congratulations, sir.

Murder in Normandy. Baruch Jorgell,
the murderer son of a billionaire.

You asked to see me, Mr Jorgell.

Sit down.

It's a French newspaper.

I received it in
the mail this morning.

Not content enough to have
dishonored my name

he also tries to sully yours...

by impersonating your brother Joe.

It is a sham that
he cannot hide for long.

Joe is finally back from Texas
after a two year absence.

Did he find oil?
- Enough to start his own company.

The two sons of my old opponent
have succeeded brilliantly...

whilst mine made a name for himself
in the crime business.

Mr Jorgell, until Baruch is tried in
court he must be considered innocent.

I don't need the lawyer's opinion
to condemn him.

He's an evil beast.
He must be killed without mercy.

Baruch is sick, father.

He is irresponsible.

Nonsense.

You can't hide the truth, father.

Mental illness must
be cured, not condemned.

Another little wonder
we'll have to let go.

You've found a buyer?

Yes, a rich banker in Rio.
I'll have to leave for a few days.

Before you leave verify if the
necessary has been done for Baruch.

I told you I will.

I'm worried about him.

He's a boy without experience.

If he tries to sell
these diamonds in London...

he will be caught.

Would it worry you that much?

If it's due to your negligence, Fritz,

I will never forgive you.

You have not settled
your bill yet, Mr Smith.

You owe me a month's rent now.

I'll find a way, Mrs Simpson.
Do you have mail for me?

Yes.

I would be very sad
to have to call on the police.

I see you have received good news.
- Excellent news, Mrs Simpson.

I'll be able to pay my bill soon.
- Good.

The police investigation is stalling.

And all the amateur sleuths offering help,
they're just a bunch of cranks.

It doesn't matter.

We must try everything
to find a lead to the murderer.

This horrible case undermines you, Andrιe.

Try to forget it a little.

How can I?

Try to think about something else.

To find a new purpose.

For instance...

Why wait any longer to get married?
- Stop it, Jacques.

Only when my father's murderer
has been caught.

Damn! You ruined my recording
with your prattle!

What kind of experiment is this?

Mr Bondonnat wants us to
decipher the language of plants.

They speak?

To tell the truth...

very, very faintly.

Even so, we have recorded
the nuptial song of jasmine,

the complaint of a laurel whose
bough had been broken inadvertently

and the prayer of a peach- tree
begging to be picked.

You're serious?
- Absolutely.

My father had the same device.

Really? I never saw it
in your home.

It was in his laboratory.

The furnace was set-up with
an insulated microphone.

What for?

When crystalising...

the materials made creaks that informed
my father about the progress of his work.

But then, this microphone has also
recorded the conversations.

Probably.

Mr de Maubreuil had insulated the
recorder to shelter it from vibrations.

But this box was probably not thick
enough to protect it from the heat.

Yep. The cylinder is badly damaged.

I think it's useless to listen to it.
- Let's try, Jacques.

What's the point?

It could only be painful for you.
- It doesn't matter.

I want to hear my father's voice
for the last time.

It's useless to continue.
It's inaudible.

Listen!

Give me a good reason and my invention
is yours. - Do you know Cornιlius...

What does he say then?
- We'll never know.

The last grooves have melted.
- Who is this Cornιlius?

Go figure! It's just a first name.
There're probably a few thousand Cornelius.

But it's the beginning of a lead!

The only one we have.

Negro-African origin.

Sex, male.

Around 25 years old.

Duration of the operation :
six hours and thirty minutes.

Of course, it's only a display item.

It's ridiculous! What benefit
can we gain from him?

Simple stylistic exercise.
I had fun doing it...

Well, it's time to get serious.

But I already told you my plan.
- Yes.

I can't do anything before
Baruch Jorgell comes back.

Let's be patient then.

Crossing the Atlantic takes time.

We'll soon reach land very soon.

Hurry up and lay down in your coffin...

or the drug won't have
time to take effect.

What's in the syringe?

No idea.

But it lowers the temperature
and makes the body stiff as a board.

What's inside?
- A stiffie. What else?

Open it.

What about these black marks?
- The poor guy died from cholera.

Shut the lid and have him
buried immediately.

I've been thinking, Cornιlius.

His picture is everywhere in the papers.

We take a huge risk using him.

When I have finished with his face...

he will be unrecognizable.

translation : aloysius70
timings : meatisgood
timings fixation and extensive
proofreading by Doc Corvusalbus!