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So there were two of us...

Savoring a dinner that was exquisite in many a way.

We spoke in whispers...

Mathurin claims he saw William James yesterday.

Who? Where?

William James. William Henry James III.

Is he still alive?

It's always odd to eavesdrop on someone

telling others about your life.

- He must be 60 or 70? - Less than that!

Here's the champagne!

Are they related?

He's a nephew!

No, a grandson of William James...

No, he's the son of a billionaire who got rich

making tropical shoes...

Wrong. He was a Greek shipowner.

His real name is Kastoris or something like that!

A hopeless show, deserves a fabulous dinner!

I wouldn't call it hopeless...

The leading lady was cute...

I heard them relate my life with details I ignored myself.

It was my life.

My name was bandied about by untrained lips.

They spoke of me, without a doubt.

A side of me of which I knew nothing.

But as my father used to say:

between the legend and the story,

always choose the legend...

They're talking about me.

They talked for hours.

We finished our meal.

I saw my whole life,

the life I'd lived,

as seen in the distorting mirror of their society tattle.

I saw Anne-Marie again,

in the little room of the marina hotel near the restaurant.

Anne-Marie, good news!

- What? - It's done.

What did you say?

I gambled. And won.

Oh, no! You gave me your word, Billy!

I went back on it. God helped me, now I can pay my debts.

All's well that ends well!

I felt my wife would benefit from it.

Anne-Marie hadn't been feeling well,

weakened by many worries and misfortunes.

Her brother and mother had both died, plunging her into despair.

A good time to finish my novel once and for all.

My publishers were getting itchy.

There are bees!

There's a swarm!

What's going on?

That woman!

What woman?

There was a woman by the coach.

You're tired too, my friend.

Bees!

What did he say?

A swarm of bees.

Bees in mid-winter?

That's what he said.

Do we have to believe him?

I hear them, but can't see them.

I don't feel well.

He says we're almost there.

He said that an hour ago.

Thanks.

Mrs James.

Hello.

- Mr James. - Hello.

Mr Wolf Helenia is away.

He'll be back tonight or tomorrow morning.

But don't worry, he said to welcome you most cordially.

My name's Hildegarde Krause, but they call me Ully.

Delighted, Ully.

Call me Will... My wife.

Delighted.

Yes.

You say she's your wife? Is she also your spouse?

She's also my spouse.

Maybe.

Please come in!

Welcome to Nucingen Haus!

You're fluent in French and German.

Because of this house.

It's fully French-speaking.

Herr Wolf Helenia, I mean, Mister Wolf Helenia

is firm about that.

I'm German-speaking by birth,

but the house rules are strict.

To speak German or another language

you must go into the yard.

Or the toilets!

I'll show you your room.

A detail, but an important one:

this is a lay household.

Mr Wolf Helenia decided to disregard the Faith.

Here, there's no God.

To pray, you also go into the yard.

Or the toilets!

There.

Lovely, isn't it?

Your luggage has arrived.

Dinner will be ready in half an hour.

I hope you eat pork.

Why do you say that?

Because with the foreigners, one never knows.

All this is ours. Let's not forget it.

Anne-Marie?

What is it?

Nothing.

That's Debussy...

What? Did you say something?

That music. It's "The Sunken Cathedral".

Sounds like it.

But not exactly.

Must you?

I love you.

No!

Not now.

Hello.

Will?

Are you there?

Come in!

My name is Christina-Maria.

Hello, Christina Maria. I'm Will.

My name's Christina-Maria, but call me Lotte.

I never shake hands. That's how it is.

Too many infections around.

Strange illnesses,

you understand?

I'm not a little girl any more, but I'm still fragile.

Bastien told me about you.

You're mentioned a lot in this house.

Recently. Before, no.

Before it felt empty here.

Not much happens. That's why I'm so happy you came.

It's like a breath of fresh air.

I hear you're married. Is it true?

Yes, Lotte. It's true.

What a pity!

Fear not, I already like your wife. She seems so kind.

As you can see, I'm a loner.

But come have tea with me.

You and I. Just us two. Won't it be romantic?

Good idea, Lotte, with pleasure.

Hello.

What's going on?

There's the family!

It's nice here.

I saw that girl a moment ago...

You saw her?

Her?

When?

Dieter! At least say hello!

Hello, sir.

Forgive me. I'm rushed.

He's always rushed.

At least he said hello.

He never speaks.

A love story.

That turned sour.

Her!

You say you saw L�onore?

Yes.

That's impossible.

She died, two years ago.

Poor Dieter. He adored her.

Ignore them. They're curious.

When Bastien's away, they indulge.

- They work on the estate? - Who?

Them.

You say you saw "her"?

Where?

Not far from here.

Now we've seen it all!

She's dead?

L�onore?

Tragically.

I'll tell you all.

They say I tell poor L�onore's story very well.

Ully loves hearing it.

L�onore was my best friend, you know.

If she'd been a man, we might have become engaged or married!

Making her story even more tragic, no?

Am I bothering you?

Anne-Marie.

You all right?

I don't feel very well.

I don't know, I...

I have the feeling

I've been hit on the head with a truncheon.

I'm sick of all these ghost stories!

Enough is enough!

You're bleeding.

It's not my blood.

Yes, it is.

It's not my blood. Taste it!

You're joking. I know it's not my blood!

I'm an expert at that, you know it!

You know it's not my blood!

It's not my blood!

Odd, it smells of lavender...

Anne-Marie?

Is that you?

Ully?

You all right?

Yes...

No.

Sometimes it's not easy.

Do you hear?

Yes, someone's crying.

It's me.

But you're not crying.

That's how it is.

Whenever I hear crying, I cry.

But it may not be me crying.

It's someone inside me.

- Yet I love you! - Listen!

She's started again.

More than the Virgin Mary.

Do you hear? That's not normal!

Lotte?

Her again!

Will.

What's going on?

Where were you? I looked for you.

I was in our room...

- Just then? - Yes. I looked for you, too.

Something's going on. Come!

Who's he?

I don't know.

But he can talk. And cry.

Don't laugh!

That kid. I mean it's all quite funny.

I think he's here!

That's enough, Angel!

Get out! You're bothering our guests!

Say hello to our guests!

"I can see the fruit on the bough With a stone, I can make it fall."

Not that. In French!

Arise, children of the fatherland

The day of glory has arrived

Against us tyranny's bloody standard is raised...

That's enough!

Get out!

Who's he?

He's nobody!

He sees angels, the Holy Virgin, things like that.

He shouldn't be here, but here people are odd.

They say you came to expel us.

Us... They go first.

If so, we'd have sent lawyers.

That's what I said to myself.

For a week, I've said...

"Those people can't be that evil."

I mean you.

Dinner will be ready in a moment.

There.

What do you think?

Nothing, people cheat.

All this is for show. To impress us.

Local color. Period.

There you are, at last!

Come along.

Bastien probably won't come, but I'm here.

Me, and maybe my brother.

Who?

The great musician.

Your brother? I thought he was your cousin.

Yes.

He's strange.

Here everyone's a bit deranged.

Only normal.

Loneliness.

I, for instance, like to play with my dolls.

And I'm proud of it!

Everyone says I'm too old for it.

But dolls have no age, no?

You're so right. I agree.

Just before I got married, I played with my teddy.

That's not the same. No?

How many people are in this house?

Not many.

Without the ghosts, there's 4 of us. Or 5. Or even 6.

I'm bad at arithmetic.

Let's have some music.

I want you to hear something very special.

Yet I love you...

More than my own self...

More than the Virgin Mary...

More than Christ...

More than Satan...

Yet I love you...

Sarah Bernard.

She's very popular here.

People called her "Sara Bernal".

She came to this house. There are songs about her.

They say she sings divinely,

Sara Bernal...

That's enough.

Dinner is served!

Let's go!

Doctor.

It's not the first time it happened to me.

Good evening!

You realize, I'm due back at Petorca hospital.

- At least we can dine. - You'll see, Doctor.

Very good.

Pigs feet in vinaigrette. Not bad.

What are you waiting for? Sit down !

Come in.

Sit down.

I adore them.

Here people think it's a local dish.

They won't believe they're eaten in Paris.

Help yourselves...

I won't do it.

What am I doing here?

Dr. Marchant is a family friend.

He's very cultured.

Bastien likes him, though they disagree on many things.

Right, Doctor?

He left.

Patience.

You eat pigs feet?

I hate them.

Because I hate the squeals of pigs slaughtered at night.

Blends badly with barking dogs and the lady's laments.

Right, Doctor?

Nothing.

- It's delicious, Lotte. - Good.

I'm sick of all these ghost stories!

Enough is enough!

Here's Bastien!

Hello, everybody.

Good night, Bastien!

He's like that. Rather curt.

It's hopeless. All was lost in the Peloponnesian War.

The Doctor's back with us.

Safe and sound.

You all right, Doctor?

You're welcome here, I presume.

Yes.

Will this farce last long?

I don't know, Dieter.

They're here. That's all.

What will you do? It's our house.

It was our house.

It no longer is.

So?

So nothing!

We'll go down, and welcome our guests.

Our guests?

They're not mine.

Yes, dear friend.

They're more your guests than mine.

They're mainly her guests!

Waiter!

In Paris, they said he was killed by his tenants.

He was manhandled.

Crippled?

lmpotent?

Yes, I heard that somewhere.

I thought he killed someone.

They were Nazis...

In Patagonia? In 1925?

Hardly!

Wasn't it a ghost story?

No, incest.

Yes, I heard that word: incest.

And vaguely homosexual.

Nonsense!

The key word was money!

He got rich and moved to Austria before the war.

Roast pork with spicy mash. Try it.

A local dish.

Ully does it very well.

Here's the head of the house.

Good evening.

Please excuse me.

It was long.

Many people?

Quite a few.

It was Election Day.

Went off calmly?

Not really.

What is it?

Roast pork.

Is it good?

A big hit!

No first course?

Pigs feet.

No, thanks.

Some roast?

Neither. I'm not hungry.

Will Herr Dieter dine with us?

Or should I take it to his room?

No idea, Ully.

You must be very tired.

We had a nice siesta.

Thanks.

We needed it. It was a long trip.

Yes.

Thanks.

We couldn't find the coach you sent.

Thanks.

Say what you want...

Who?

Titus Livius, got it all wrong.

Your nephew plays very well. Isn't it Debussy?

I don't know.

Yes.

A typical local specimen.

I mean Dieter.

Nothing...Dieter.

A remarkable young man.

A pianist.

Pianist.

He can hardly read a note.

But he knows his music.

He heard a pianist who gave a concert right here.

As he left, the pianist dropped a page of music.

I'm thinking...

I don't want to visit that country.

I want to stay in Paris.

I've changed my mind.

I want to stay in Paris.

He recreated the whole piece from that fragment.

Don't worry, it makes sense.

People fall asleep easily here.

You all speak French in this house.

You're of French origin.

No, Austrian.

At the Court of Franz-Josef,

one spoke French.

We were born here.

In Chile?

No.

No.

This isn't Chile.

Franz-Josef...How silly annexing Serbia.

He was right!

Right?

He lost the war? A fatality, maybe?

Maybe.

Fatalities don't exist in history.

All Austrians are mad.

And you?

Think you're reasonable?

No, I'm not.

I came here for nothing.

I got your wire and left my post at the hospital.

No, I'm not reasonable.

What am I doing here?

Then leave.

I shall.

Did he leave?

Yes, Dieter. Glad?

Yes.

I hate that quack.

Dieter, careful what you say.

He claims he can heal the dead!

Enough!

Tell me, William...

Call me Will.

Thanks, William.

You asked if we were French?

- Aren't you? - Yes.

You're Chilean.

- On paper. - That matters.

You knew all that, so why ask us?

Dear Bastien, you're pretending...

Maybe. So are you, it seems.

I'll retire, and let you talk.

I'm tired.

If you need anything, call Ully. She stays up.

Another specimen who may interest you, William.

She's a 100% insomniac. Or almost.

She can be asleep and awake at the same time.

She's, let's say, romantic.

Your house is extraordinary.

Thanks.

You mean extravagant.

No, I meant...

Austrians are...

We're all a bit nuts.

That's not what I meant. Not at all.

Good night.

Your wife is charming.

She's a bit alarmed.

Right now we all are.

Bastien...

Let me put it bluntly.

On paper, this house is ours.

Correct.

I said on paper. Your uncle gambled away all he owned.

He lost. And committed suicide.

We're here on a kind of honeymoon.

It's our first trip in 4 years of marriage.

A belated honeymoon.

I understand.

I gather you were born here.

You can stay.

You're the boss, you decide.

Just pay me a tiny rent. My lawyers will handle it.

You already have lawyers?

Yes, I do.

Who?

Concha & Concha.

You want to rent us our own house?

True, it's not ours now.

No.

A modest sum.

That you can afford. I'm well-informed.

I'm sure you are.

Does that suit you?

My family has known similar situations.

We always settle things amicably.

Meaning?

By marriage.

I see.

But you're married, so that won't work.

My offer doesn't thrill you?

No.

You'd rather lose the house?

We already did.

It's as if...

What if you change your mind?

lt'll be signed.

And if you die... And your wife changes her mind?

Or if I die...

Think it over.

Please forgive me.

Good night.

Good night.

William?

I'm listening.

My apologies.

Your offer is very generous.

Except that...

Too much has happened.

First, Wilhelm's death.

I understand. If I'd known how it'd end...

I mean...

Nothing foretold of it.

He was quite cheerful.

Always cracking jokes...

It's true.

But all this...

The fact that our family has lost the house...

Excuse us. Good night.

You should know this...

Lotte is...

was his daughter.

- She spoke to you? - Yes, she's charming.

You could say that...

She's insane.

She's 18, with the mind of an 8-year-old.

She and L�onore were inseparable... Her half-sister...

- After her death... - When did it happen?

I forget, 2 or 3 or 5 years ago.

In this house, time has stood still.

The clocks have stopped.

Why am I telling you this...?

- You're bleeding... - What?

Your gums...

Already?

My poor friend...

It's "the house sickness".

Dieter and I. Gingivitis.

My poor friend.

- Can I do something? - No, it'll pass...

There, Will. Another secret...

This house is full of secrets. And, of course...

"pretending".

Go on, leave!

Sweet dreams!

Anne-Marie?

Anne-Marie?

Ully!

Ully!

Help!

So there! It had to happen.

- We must call a doctor. - Why?

You stay out!

Open the door! You're mad!

Let me in!

Anne-Marie's very lucky.

Right! The big clean out.

Am I right?

It's coming soon. The big clean out.

- What time is it? - I don't know. My watch stopped.

I was dreaming...

Strange dreams...

I dreamt I'd gone to a distant land.

We were visiting people at the end of the world.

You'd won a house over there...

In a card game... And...

The loser committed suicide.

Anne-Marie is too lucky.

She won't be around much longer.

She's impossible, she'll never be tamed.

Look! L�onore!

L�onore!

L�onore? It's not L�onore.

It's her Felgia.

Felgia? What does that mean?

It's L�onore's animal double.

There's L�onore,

I mean her Hamr, her human double.

Ully, don't go too far.

Enough words, now sing.

Sing, rather than speak the truth?

Sile ut psalle.

Fairy, little fairy...

Blonde, little blondie...

Comb your hair...

Laurels are from the laurel tree...

Hello, Lotte.

- Nice weather. - Don't speak to her.

It's her "wordless day".

All right...

Slept well?

You could say that.

I see. Deep sleep.

It's the air from the Andes.

Deep sleep, endless sleep.

How are you?

A sudden awakening.

The doctor's coming this afternoon.

- What? - You asked us to call the doctor.

I did?

Last night.

Yes, but...

But what? He'll be here this afternoon.

Thanks.

Well, now they're all awake.

Excuse me, they have breakfast in bed.

It's not true. It's not my "wordless day".

Hello, Will.

It's not my "wordless day".

I'm intimidated.

Truly?

Dreadfully so.

You don't seem easy to intimidate.

I kissed you, right?

On the mouth? With my tongue?

I should be punished.

Luckily, there's Ully. She's very good at it.

I'm ashamed.

Why? Don't feel ashamed. It was spontaneous.

Not really.

I'm not really sure.

I think it was all very premeditated.

I should be ashamed.

I'll give my uncle a detailed report.

Don't fret over it, Lotte.

We made love, no?

No.

I have a distinct impression that we did.

No.

We fondled each other.

It was very pleasant indeed, Mr James.

But no penetration. That's definite!

Or people could talk.

And there are gossips around.

What?

People who talk,

"social chitchat".

Why say that? You know it's not true.

Yes, I know.

Just flitting.

I scared you?

You amuse me.

Then I can kiss you on the mouth?

May I indulge in that treat? Be so brazen?

Actually, I don't speak French.

Not really.

Not really...

- She was very sick, wasn't she? - Not at all.

What? She had TB.

No, anemia, maybe. But not for sure.

But a real hypochondriac.

That's for sure.

He loved her very much.

He adored her!

Hey! Mr James!

Here we talk some weird languages!

Come...

Come, lovely lady.

I'll show you the eye of the house.

The Emperor's place.

It's odd...

I don't know if I'm awake or asleep.

Dreams are a second life, Madame.

That scent of lavender?

Or of what?

It's the volcanic air, Madame.

No, it's decay.

It's decay.

May I kiss you? Yes?

- May I? - I don't know anymore...

I can kiss you? But it must be...

something...inexplicable, right?

Like this.

No, I don't want to. I don't want to.

Look around you!

I've gone blind!

I've gone blind!

Blind!

- What's up? - A bone under the sheet.

Come, love, you're worn out.

A bone under the sheet, and blood...

Blood!

- Come... - There was blood!

How long have we been here? I don't know.

Without mail or newspapers.

Our watches soon stopped.

How many live here?

Sometimes I think a hundred.

I asked Bastien.

"A hundred? Maybe. Without counting the ghosts."

Every morning the same ceremony takes place.

Bastien reads Pascal by candlelight.

He claims daylight blinds him.

"Justice is corruption of man.

"Man, clearly, was made to think,

"that's his whole dignity, his merit.

"His duty is to think right.

"Thought begins with Faith,

"and concerns our wrongs, our end.

"But what do we think about?

"Never about that, about fun and becoming wealthy..."

Again!

Again!

Again! That's enough!

Well...

Have you understood?

Have you understood, once and for all?

No.

I'm stupid.

Say one word...

And I'll have you locked up with L�onore.

Why not?

As of now, it's a "wordless day". Got it?

I did nothing wrong.

You did!

You bragged!

You claimed you made love with him.

Why not?

You lied.

In a way it's true.

In what way?

That's a jinx.

Who? Him? You?

L�onore.

For her, it's normal. Not you.

It's her turn to do it. Not yours. Got it?

L�onore, Charlotte,

Laure, Lotte...

Keep going!

Again!

Again!

Again!

She's calling you,

she can't do without your presence.

She needs you to survive.

I wish I was loved like that.

Come, I have something to show you!

Don't get too close.

I'm no longer allowed to kiss you.

Not saying anything?

Not protesting?

What a shame.

Come.

This is my secret corner.

An intimate, secret place.

Here I play with my doll Fr�d�rique.

Fr�d�rique...

You've been naughty.

You swallowed worms again. You'll be punished!

This is where cousin L�onore was killed.

Murdered?

Brutally.

Yes, raped.

Her daughter is buried here.

She, too.

She had a daughter?

Fr�d�rique.

Killed, quartered.

Where were you? I looked all over.

I went for a walk.

- We must leave, my love. - Yes, my love. When you're better.

No, at once!

- The Doctor's here... - Don't let him in. Send him away!

He's here.

Please leave us.

No! Don't abandon me.

Can I stay here, Doctor?

Come, William. To the little salon. It's nearby.

I won't be far.

First a little shot.

Will!

It won't hurt you.

She must leave!

Who?

Her! She must leave!

There's nobody.

Please let me do my work.

Why? She wants me to stay?

For the last time.

You're joking! We're inseparable now. Didn't you know?

No. You asked for it...

I mean, really...

Right?

Yes...

Glad? We're rid of him at last.

Yes, at last.

You can't leave, there are papers to sign, it'll take time.

I don't care.

We'll leave tomorrow.

Excuse me, but this place is unhealthy.

Yes, that's true.

The house is yours. There.

That's unwise.

Anne-Marie?

Anne-Marie, where are you?

"How pretty is the fruit on the tree

"If I throw a stone, I'll make it fall."

No, my love, not that.

Sing something, in French.

If my verses had wings, like love...

Come, you'll catch cold.

What a story!

I'm having such weird dreams now.

Some very special dreams!

My dreams are funny, you know.

It's too much!

I think I'm dreaming things...

Rest, we'll leave tomorrow.

- Already? - What? You wanted to leave!

Me? Why do you say that?

I really want to go there, but it also scares me.

I mean going all the way to Patagonia!

Get some rest.

That's all I've done since we decided to stay in Paris.

Then I dream of that house out there...

That's not even it.

I dream!

I think I dream of a lady...

- The lady... - Who?

I don't know...

Could be the Virgin Mary, I don't know.

We should go take a look...

- We should go. - Where?

Over there, in the mountains, to Patagonia!

My love, you're there now.

Don't say that, William Henry.

And get a French name! "William Henry" is so hard to say!

Become a "Guillaume". Change it fast!

Anne-Marie!

My novel is advancing laboriously.

Or I should say, it's moving backwards.

It's as if I'm not writing the novel.

The novel dictates what happens at Nucingen Haus.

The Doctor said yesterday: "I know you inside out."

He's read my books.

Only he knows I write crime novels.

I told him: "I'm not Henry James",

he laughed.

"You're Pee Wee Crane", he answered

"And I prefer you to Henry James.

"For twisted stories, you're the master."

Then the ghost appeared, and we had to stop our chat.

That's it.

That'll teach you.

Every afternoon,

after a frugal lunch,

Bastien takes the coach

and drives it around the fountain.

And he reads Pascal.

Dieter!

Doctor, what's going on?

Open! Open up, my beauty!

Open up!

What's all this noise?

Ully you have all keys to the house, right?

Ully open up!

Useless. She's asleep. Sleepwalking.

You said she never sleeps.

She's not asleep, she's elsewhere.

William, you look terrified.

William!

Look, it's worth it.

Go away!

Bastien!

Explain all this to me. At once!

Please, come.

Here's the object.

Cold. She's dead.

Not quite...

6 or 7 degrees.

No pulse?

8 beats per minute.

She's elsewhere. I told you.

It's the only explanation possible.

But there's no explanation.

She's beautiful!

More than beautiful.

She just killed someone.

Not quite.

That she materializes, is a fact.

That she kills stray travelers, is a legend.

That she moves without moving in her room, is a fact.

Her stealing kids for their blood, is a legend.

That she foretells earthquakes?

Nonsense!

She's beautiful.

Now that...

is a fact.

Did you lose something?

Or rather, someone?

Yes? No?

Anne-Marie?

Somebody's lost!

Me? Yes?

No?

I'm here...

But not for long.

I'm not allowed to see you.

Now you're a forbidden fruit for me,

unreachable. Or whatever?

Yesterday, Lotte had an accident.

She died. We buried her that evening in the garden.

So?

What's the news?

That was Lotte.

L�onore bit her skull.

She jumped on her,

then she ate, ate, ate...

She ate everything up.

Then she danced and danced...

She's asleep.

And... She can see.

Maybe.

Lamb's brains, I love that!

Fairy, little fairy...

Blonde, little blondie...

Comb your hair...

Laurels are from the laurel tree...

Today, Anne-Marie died.

No tears.

No grief.

Terrible sadness.

The Doctor cried for hours,

inconsolably.

My condolences.

My novel says the murderer isn't a vampire.

My novel says...

the murderer is me.

Enough is enough!

For an hour you've been telling my story,

and you've talked nonsense and lies!

That's enough!

Behave, sir!

The check, please!

- It's on me! - No, the check's mine.

Let's split it.

- What for? - It's been paid.

There are no vampires there, that's all we needed!

Vampires are in Romania, in the Carpathians, don't give me that!

Vampire ghosts? That's a joke!

I wish I'd seen their faces.

We're off tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

You don't regret it?

No, why?

It's a long trip...

A good week, or a few days more...

Lisbon, the Azores, Bogota, Miami...

Bahia, Rio...

Rio de Janeiro,

Asuncion, Mendoza, Santiago,

and so on...

I got a letter from Antoine today.

- Is he well? - He wishes us a nice trip.

We should have stayed for his birthday.

21 is an important date.

When we get back we'll be grandparents.

Time flies.

Not for you.

Only natural.

Anyone in?

Anyone in?

That's a good one!

You!

That's what I call a surprise!

You're prettier than ever.

Thanks, Bastien.

Time doesn't fly for you.

Only natural.

Yes, it's true.

Dieter is welcoming us.

Thanks, Dieter.

Get out!

Out!

Hello, Ully!

Dieter...

I was really sad about his death.

He didn't suffer.

A brain tumor.

He was gone in a week.

Suicide?

A brain tumor.

It's very fast.

And you?

Ah, yes!

Pedro told me there were visitors.

If I'd known it was you...

You hadn't heard?

The house has become a museum.

I survive thanks to a State subsidy.

Times are tough.

It smells of lavender...

In mid-winter.

Like then.

Do you have kids?

Two.

Antoine got married. He wanted to come but...

His wife preferred a trip to Italy.

Anne-Marie is 16 years old.

She's in Switzerland, in boarding school.

She was sick...

She still is.

Spasmophilia.

It's the house "illness".

She's very beautiful.

That's the house "specialty".

And you, Bastien?

Me...

I'm fine,

not bad at all.

There.

Here it can be quite hard to sleep.

The ghosts...

The specters...

The souls... Whatever...

The ghosts don't bother you too much?

Sometimes they do.

But one gets used to it,

one gets used to it.

It's better than loneliness.

That's two.

Sometimes I feel I'm the real ghost

and they're the living.

Three.

Co-existing with all those ghosts was hard for me at first,

because they don't speak French.

Only normal, as this country isn't French-speaking,

so most of the ghosts speak Spanish,

or German, or Russian...

My God!

Five.

That leaves another seven.

L�onore, it's cold.

Don't bother, she's used to it.

L�onore!

L�onore!

"Across hill and dale, Don Enrique walks,

"through strange forests and desolate lands,

"Everywhere asking damsels forlorn

"who with varmints abide in the woods.

"A lady abducted by fairies, he asks,

"Violante is her name, she's held prisoner.

"In the dark forest, sad and haggard,

"pacing around, her memory lost.

"He asks if death has drained her of color.

"Or if she lives without lord or master,

"Without heaven or hell, without love or grief,

"dancing among the heavy-scented flowers.

"Violante, your lady, is alive, not subdued by misfortune,

"she awaits you, untainted and whole,

"she said to urge you to search more,

"and of this she gave notice far and wide.

"Don Enrique found where the fairies held her,

"a prisoner, kept alone

"her soul without memories,

"her mind erased.

"But the sound of his voice soon awoke her."

Anne-Marie!

William!

I didn't recognize you.

How are you?

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Come back!

What for?

You have a new life!

Are you jealous?

Only natural.

Right?

Come back!

I can't.

The dance...

The dance must go on.

You can leave, Anne-Marie, I'll replace you.

Nice of you, L�onore.

Let's do this in style.

Thanks.

The journey wasn't too rough?

No, I'm here.

I'm here, too.

It was a long journey, but we're here.

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Subtitling: L.V.T. - Paris