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Hawley, Harvey, Crippen.

You have been convicted upon evidence, which could leave no doubt in the minds

of any reasonable man, that you cruelly poisoned your wife, Cora Crippen, also

known as Belle Elmore.

It was further established that you fled from justice with your mistress, Ethel

Leneve, and took every measure to conceal your flight.

I have now to pass upon you the sentence of the court, which is that you be

taken hence to a lawful prison.

and from thence to a place of execution, and there you be hanged by your neck

until you are dead.

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Well, help me then.

I don't see why we have to come out here.

Put your glasses back on, will you?

I don't want to be put on trial.

No. No. You thought you were in danger of arrest. Yes.

So you fled the country. Yes. Under a false name. Yes. Shaved off your

moustache. Yes. Stopped wearing your glasses in public.

Yes. Me posing as your son.

Yes.

Is there anything interesting?

Something special?

Nothing you'd want to read about?

Murders are so boring these days, so prosaic.

If we didn't play a little, I don't think we'd have much to say to each

do you?

We have no conversation. Well, you have no conversation. You respond when I

press the button.

I could read you items from the paper. It would be a way of being able to read

without your constant interruption. Would you like that?

We go on.

We go on and on.

You bore me, and I bore you, don't I?

don't know who I am sometimes.

Do you understand that?

Oh.

Your eyes flit around behind those absurd glasses.

You look bewildered.

And you're always running to keep up with me. I can hear you puffing after

Puff, puff, puffing.

Because you have no talent.

No flair.

No mind.

I thought we'd have a peaceful afternoon on the roof, in the sun.

I

was

crippin' all day.

We made love.

I was bored.

If I have a temperature, as I feel I have

now, you must be kind to me.

You know how considerate I am.

Oh.

Are you all right?

I feel terrible.

What is it?

I think I have a cold.

I'm so hot.

Feel.

No.

Don't lift the veil.

Well, you're up early this morning.

I see you've finished that sofa all right.

Vivian was very pleased when she saw what you'd done. She's very fond of that

shade. Yeah.

There was no worm in it.

No?

Did you have a nice weekend?

I stayed at home.

Some people refuse to be themselves.

They only want to be somebody else.

Who?

Who?

Yes, who do they want to be?

This place could give you strange ideas. The shop, I mean.

Well, I suppose it... Old pictures, rubbish.

Newspapers from years ago.

Other people's lives.

These beds have people dying in them.

Some of them certainly smell like it, too.

Does it bother you?

No.

Never think about it.

You'll be visiting your father this evening.

I haven't seen him for a few days. He'll expect me.

Maybe we should go to the movies after.

I'm back in time, yes.

Well, you could always cut your visit short.

He doesn't like that.

He always wants to know about the shop. Why do people force you to lie to them,

I wonder? Like your father, for instance.

That's not true. But you do lie to him. You told me so yourself. You tell him

the shop is doing fine, that he will soon be well.

The shop just about breaks even and he is going to die. Fact.

It's facts, only facts.

It seems as if it's going to be another fine day.

Am I being exacting?

Carping? I should be grateful.

For what? You picked me out of the gutter and brought me here.

You were ill. You needed somebody. I have never needed you. Why? What for?

Did I ever try to keep you here?

Just open the door and go. Nobody will stop you.

The truth is that you need me. That's it, isn't it? There's something in you

that wants what I have, what I am.

Is that right?

And who is saying that? Crippen's wife, Ethel and Neve, or just plain Vivian?

Would you tolerate me in any other role?

I abase myself.

I mouth these set speeches I know by heart. I clean the shoes of imaginary

boarders. I wear spectacles that hurt me, celluloid collars that choke me, all

for you!

And Theo doesn't like it, no. He gets nothing out of it, nothing at all.

He's not that shabby Edwardian doctor.

With an overblown nag of an insatiable wife. Never. It doesn't fit. I'm Theo.

Theo? Who's Theo?

Vivian! The woman's a bit strange, too. You're not answering my question. What

question? Would you tolerate me in any other role?

You choose the oddest words to describe our liaison.

Are you working up to a formal protestation of love? Is that the word

missing? You thought by assuming the role of the masochistic doctor you might

arouse me. You're not being serious.

Is that what you had in mind? You are forgetting it was your idea in the first

place. No repressed desire to drip real hyacine into my tea.

I think that's what you want, Vivienne. Just that. Real Hyacine would complete

it, wouldn't it?

You're ahead of me. I'm lost.

Are you ahead of me, Theo? What a superb leap. What a forceful twist. I'm

staggered. One day I'll know exactly where I stand.

Should I be afraid, Theo?

Look, let's stop. Let's stop.

I was just warming up. I was talking.

I was falling, floating, drifting along.

Oh, hasn't it? There's no fun, no excitement in it anymore.

Well, perhaps one day you will find the game, some tremendous game, your own

game. Then what?

Oh, I don't know. Will I still be here? That poison could be real sudden. Poor

Vivienne, only bits of her left on a plate, dug up from under a cellar floor

found, passed round the court on a plate. Doesn't it make you itch all

No, it doesn't.

Or do you prefer it when I'm disguised as a boy?

Perhaps that's it.

The trouble with you is you always want to be someone else. It's a compulsion

you have.

Look, I own a furniture shop. I'm a furniture dealer. That's all I am. I

pretend. I can't.

Then we will stop.

Jesus!

Why do you do it, Vivienne? Why?

You're never satisfied.

Are you?

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I don't want to sit in all evening.

Well, if you want, you can come with me to the hospital and we can wait outside

and we can go on from there.

We don't have a lot of time.

Well, if I come with you, we're not riding together on the bus. We sit

separately on the tour. Must you still play that game?

I don't come.

We're strangers.

Yes?

I won't be long. No, I see you're not.

I'm still here, Theo.

Somehow hanging on.

Vivienne didn't come? No. Yes, she's waiting. She didn't want to come up.

How many times have I seen her, too?

Oh, nobody likes hospitals, Father.

I certainly don't.

There have been four deaths in this ward since you were last here.

You tell in each case.

A moth got in the other night.

It was very beautiful.

It was like one of an old collection I used to have in the shop.

Someone died that night.

I could hear the moth.

Sometimes it was quiet when it landed on the shade.

All browns and silver.

It had red eyes.

They came in.

I was still awake. I heard the curtains.

The doctor came.

They wheeled him out.

Shot my eyes as he went past.

Only the darkness, I... What did the doctors say?

When are they going to let you come home again?

I don't seem to understand much until it's a question of the post -mortem.

Are they treating you all right?

Do you want any books to read?

Martha's gone when I woke up.

I can't even walk to the bathroom.

Wash me like a child.

I'd drop down dead if I tried to walk as far as the door. No.

I'd fix for a helpless lying here.

Well... Soon you'll feel better.

Sorry I'm not much use in the shop.

Be yours when I'm dead.

You hold on to it till then and...

When I'm gone, it's up to you what you do with it.

Sorry I have more to leave you with here.

If you like, I can come back some other time.

Sorry?

I passed by several times and you were always playing chess.

Am I disturbing you?

Not really.

Good.

Well, you know, it looked more entertaining from the outside.

The shop, I mean.

What can I do for you?

Yeah, I would like to buy a wig.

A lawyer's wig.

I'm given to understand that they're kept in little metal boxes with your

owner's name on the outside.

Lawyer's wig?

That sounds like something in code.

Password.

Well,

I'm sure you're given many strange requests in a place like this.

True.

Not possible, then?

I'd say not.

Ah, what a pity.

How much is this?

It's an unpleasant subject.

How much?

Um, don't know.

Fifty... Ten shillings.

I'll take it.

I'm a photographer, you know.

I see.

I like the way the hands hang down like that.

They do nothing.

And that falls on the body.

You speak German?

No.

Ah.

The woman plays the piano?

Yes, Vivian, my...

Do you think this gorilla died shortly after this picture was taken?

Well, judging by this photograph, his condition looks serious.

You English are always so good with words.

Where are we going?

I would like to see you in different surroundings where the light is good.

I may want to photograph you.

Would you mind that?

Your face interests me.

Yep. You have a good forehead.

I'm called Theo.

That's of no importance.

And you?

You can call me Rheingard.

London is beautiful.

Tell me about yourself.

There's nothing much to tell. What do you want to know?

Just say whatever comes into your mind.

I'm more interested in you.

You work on newspapers, magazines?

Well, uh, magazines, mostly.

Oh, I did some filming in Germany and Spain, but here it's more difficult.

You settled here now?

For the time being, I like to travel.

I don't like to stay in one place too long.

You know, I like North Africa.

I had an exhibition in Paris of some of the work that I did there.

One of my photographs showed an Arab flitting a pigeon's neck and letting the

blood drain out on the floor of a bath.

I can still hear the rasp of the knife through the feathers.

I wish you'd seen it. It was one of my best.

Now I can understand you buying the picture of the gorilla.

Do I disgust you?

I can't see why you stay here.

What you see in us, us English, we must be so boring.

Well, some things alert me enough.

Do I alert you?

You and the woman have certain...

Possibilities. She reminds me of a friend that I had in Rome once.

Your situation is curious, no?

What?

You tell me nothing.

But I have a fine train's no scent.

I don't know what you're getting at.

You didn't notice me, but I've been watching you four, five, six days,

It was marvelous.

It was like something you'd see in an old silent movie.

You know what I'm referring to?

No.

I dislike the fact you spied on us.

And now you challenge me as you challenge a voyeur.

An accusation of buying?

But that can only mean that you have certain things too hard, yes?

So she has left you.

She has gone, Ethel.

And we can always be together.

Just you and I.

There is only you.

She'll never come back.

We are together, that's all that matters.

You're all I need. ever want. I can't live without you.

I can only be glad that it's all over, finished with.

We're free.

Oh, I love you.

We'll always be together for eternity.

Oh.

You look ludicrous when you make love, you know that?

Dr. Crippin.

Such kissing and fondling, such heavy sentiments.

It all ends with you breathing so hard I think you'll choke. I find you

hilarious.

Ethel? Yes, Dr. Crippin.

I am not Ethel, I am Vivian. Now get off! You're cheating!

Oh, mixing my roles, blurring the edges.

Poor Theo. You love the spice and flowers, the faded violet. I play

like her tenderness, her love for you. And that is all you do like, the play

acting. Because when it comes to the action, you are a fool, like Crippin.

Slut, you filthy slut.

How much do you think... I can take them.

How much?

Look, my hands are still shaking. Look at them. What's that supposed to mean?

I could have killed you. You could have what? You?

You always push me.

You wind me up like a clock until the noise of my heart fills my body. Why do

you do it?

Well, my hands were on your throat. Was that it? Was that your moment of

excitement, your satisfaction?

Oh, that would gratify you, wouldn't it?

Play these stupid games. I don't give you what you want. Why stay?

Why go on? Is that it, then?

You're kicking me out.

Well, it's finished, isn't it? What else is there left?

I wouldn't have blamed you if you had killed me.

I don't know what to top me.

Your cowardness.

Something will happen one day.

Oh, I'm sure it will.

One way or another.

Yes?

Hello? Was there a scene when you got back the other morning?

No.

Your scent was noticed.

Then I'll have to buy a different one every time I'll see you.

Oh, I've developed the photographs.

They're good, but I can do better.

Oh, did I tell you that you remind me of someone?

A face I could not name?

Well, I've remembered.

You are the absolute image of Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen.

Who?

Von Richthofen.

You know, the German ace of the First World War?

Maybe that's why I was so drawn to you.

Did nobody ever tell you that you look like him?

You seem to like long telephone conversations.

Don't tell me you have a customer waiting to be served.

The only person I've ever been likened to is, um... Dr.

Crippen.

Murderer?

Anybody can look like a murderer.

Consider the eye.

The shape of the face.

The angle of the head.

Those lines around the mouth, see?

The lips.

There's a word in English I can't remember now. It means hard,

stubborn. Obdurate.

Exactly, that's the word.

You know, we are in tune today.

Obdurate.

This is such a face.

Do you know, his mother hadn't raised him to be a soldier.

She made him wear his hair in kiss curls.

And she dressed him in little pretties as a girl.

Then war came.

And he became the terror of the battlefronts.

You know, he shot down 80 fighting planes in individual combat.

Then, on the day of his 80th victory, in the spring of 1918,

he died as he dived on a British flyer.

He came down in no man's land.

Then the soldier dragged the plane back behind the Australian trenchant.

There he is.

Sitting bolt upright in his seat.

His goggles are broken.

And blood is trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He's dead.

Yeah. This is him.

The Ulan of the sky.

You know, when I was 17, I went to see my father for the first time in my life.

We used to take long walks across the fields together.

He accused me of being cold like my mother.

I should wear soft, silky things, he told me.

And then he would talk about war.

And I would feel my mouth filled with saliva.

Excitement, you know?

He was one of von Richthofen's famous squadrons.

Do you know, one day he came to my room and he stroked my shoulders.

And then suddenly, he ripped off all my things.

Ripped like that.

And then he just stared at my naked body.

I must cut your hair soon.

So that you can be indistinguishable from this hero.

How old do you think I am?

28,

29, not more.

And all that you can say about yourself is that somebody told you that you look

like Dr.

Crippin.

You revert to Crippin all the time.

All I know is that talking about Crippin, Crippin, Crippin upsets

me. You know everything!

You can keep the magazine if you wish.

I don't understand German.

I could translate it for you, if you want.

How many planes did he shoot down?

I do look like von Richthofen.

Theo!

A remarkable resemblance, which gives me great pleasure.

Theo!

Are you trying

to avoid me?

You went past here quickly enough when you came in.

Anyway, where the hell have you been all day?

The shop was very busy. Even Massenger had to give a hand.

Five pounds.

Ten. Six pounds.

Ten.

Seven pounds.

At seven pounds.

Any advance at seven pounds?

Lot 197.

Regency mahogany, French terrestrial globe on tripod support.

This lot's selling.

What am I bid?

Thirty pounds?

35.

40. 45.

50.

At 50 pounds.

Any advance on 50 pounds?

Mr. Harris.

Lot 198.

Mahogany pole screen on tripod base. It's not selling.

What am I bid? 10 pounds.

11. 12.

13. 14.

15. 16.

17, 18.

At 18 pounds, are you all done?

You know, she had her appendix out in 1893.

And by 1910, that's all there was left of her.

Just a little piece of sky tissue under the floorboards of the basement.

She was an awful thing. So fat and demanding.

I don't know how he let her live so long. She was always at him about

everything. What are you talking about?

Milton Makamotsky. No, no.

Kun Gundy Makamotsky. No, Bale Elmore. Cora Crippen. Your wife.

Oh, and the other one.

Ethel Lenev.

She couldn't even be convincing as a woman, let alone as a boy. That's

But you see, I've been reading about Crippen. So I see. There's a time and

for everything.

Who told you that you look like Crippen? What does it matter?

It has nothing to do with you.

Not for sure. Come, I'll show you something.

I find waxworks very boring.

Well, I would like to take a look at this Harvey Hawley Crippin.

You can do as you please.

I wonder why people are so interested in Crippin.

I mean, Peter Cotton was a much better murderer.

He killed many.

You know?

He used to roll himself up in a bundle of silk, lie under the table, and claim

that he was a silkworm.

There is nothing you can tell me about Crippen that I don't already know.

So?

So, like Crippen,

I am patient.

Well, it interests me, the sort of mind to whom such an idea would appear.

What idea?

That you resemble this myopic doctor.

He appears so insignificant.

And your forehead is different.

Someone with a sense of humor, perhaps.

Not the way you spoke of it.

What are you getting at?

I think that it was all the woman's idea.

Well, suppose it was.

You see, I guessed.

It really excites me now that I know.

You're as perverted as she is.

As you are.

You take me for a fool.

I take you for nothing.

What have I asked of you?

You seem to want me to go into details.

How it is, how it began, what it means.

No. Not if you treasure it so much.

You like dressing up.

And a pair of costumes, yes?

I'm afraid I don't see what it's got to do with you.

Well, you don't have to be afraid. Why don't you just tell me?

It was to please her.

Ah.

Ah, that's lovely.

So sweet.

She liked the dresses, the hats, the furs, the jewels.

Yeah, yeah.

And it had nothing to do with sex?

It was a game.

About sex?

Everything is about sex.

All right. We came to need it.

That I can understand.

But, you know, we all have our little quirks.

We arrive at edges by using different means.

For instance, it might make me shudder with ecstasy

if you were to throw me down on the floor of this chamber beneath

this effigy and force my legs open.

It's dark enough.

I can feel your hands on my thighs.

The hardness of your throat.

Your teeth on the flesh of my neck.

Let's run.

You've never sold a doorknob in your life.

If you want my advice, throw it all out. I don't need your advice. What is the

matter with you?

You've been behaving very peculiarly these days. My father is dying.

is a mess. Your father has nothing to do with it. It's another woman.

Well, that's the truth, isn't it? You're just too much of a coward to tell me.

Go on, go on.

Seems I have the whip hand for a change.

Seems I am suddenly something, someone for you to want to know about. The boot

is on the other foot now.

It doesn't mean good that you lose your temper. All right, all right. I am

outside it. I am outside whatever is going on.

Let it stay like that for the time being.

Ah.

Well, um... Good afternoon.

I have come about the unfinished room.

I understand that you have one to let here, yes?

No, we don't let rooms.

Ah.

But I was sure that you had an empty one above here.

That's my father's room. And he'll need that if he comes out of hospital.

What do you mean, if he comes out of hospital?

All right, when he comes out of hospital.

And how long do you think that he'll be in there?

Only three months.

Ah, three months.

Good, then I can take it.

Of course I would have to refurnish.

You don't know how terrible it is to be forced to live with other people's

tastes, Nespa.

No, look, no.

Because there's a problem of sharing the kitchen and... Surely we can arrange

something between the two of us, no?

How much would you want a week?

Shall we say five pounds?

Is that enough?

No, it's not the money.

Yes.

Good. And it's all settled.

You don't know how happy this makes me.

I'm sure that we will all get on very well together.

Yeah?

Reingard.

Five pounds.

Yeah.

All very businesslike.

You can both call me Reingard. Yes?

She's a very attractive woman.

There's something about her, something... I can't put my finger on

Something odd.

Familiar.

I wonder if he has seen her before.

She's just a stranger looking for a place to live.

I wonder how she'll fit in with us.

I didn't hear you, Theo.

I was just watching him.

He's been in the operating theatres since three o 'clock.

Lay here wondering if he'd come back at all.

I suppose you had some this morning, your bed being this side of the ward.

Say, I noticed it.

I'm scared when I think they'll operate on me.

Have they told you that's what they intend to do?

Well, I've examined every so often and they discuss it among themselves.

Suppose it's my heart that holds them up.

Anyway, it's not a prospect that I care to think about.

This is the only pleasant room in the house.

It smells different.

It's you.

The traffic was so noisy. I have to take sleeping pills all the time.

Where's Vivian?

She's got a headache.

Ah, poor Vivian.

Mind if I open the blinds?

Yes, but just a little bit. The room looks better like that.

Who is she?

Hmm?

Oh, she's my best friend. You know, the one who lives in Rome.

Ah, yes. You mentioned her before.

Don't you think she looks a bit like Vivian?

What's the matter?

Are you using me?

For what?

Vivian is fascinated by you.

Well, I like her.

That's true.

She is charmed by you.

You know.

She talks about you all the time now.

I've seen no real sign of it.

Still, she could be splendid.

You see how you put ideas into my head?

My mind was dispassionate and clinical.

And now, you insinuate that I have lesbian tendencies.

Do you know yourself?

Anybody can be anything on the right kind of day.

You did it beautifully the day you arrived.

It was... I was a fool.

But you're mistaken.

I came here because of you.

It'll kill me.

Even if I get off the table alive, I'll have snuffed it by the time they get me

back inside this wall.

Not with the techniques they have today.

You've been listening to them, their stuff.

Persuasive lot.

Make you believe anything.

I listen to me, my heart, and I know it'll stop. They have machines now to

replace the action of the heart. So they tell me, so they say. I've heard it

all. I spoke to the doctor. I signed the authorization for the operation.

It was the only thing I could do.

Oh.

Not blaming you.

Why should I?

Both knew it would come to that sooner or later.

Did they... tell you when they were going to do it?

Next Friday.

Is Vivian up there with you?

Why?

It doesn't matter. I just wondered where she was.

Well, you kicked her out of bed last night.

I had a bad dream.

I hurt my wrist.

Hmm.

Good day.

I feel depressed.

Oh, Vivienne and I have decided to get drunk tonight.

All of us, yes?

I don't believe you. It's true, I swear to God.

And then come the pigeons.

Where have you been?

Vivienne has been showing me some of her costumes that she promised.

You should try one on. It would suit you. Ah, no, because she has not drunk

enough yet.

Put on the hat.

Oh,

superb. It looks superb.

There's a mug.

The power they give one.

You like it there?

I could be anybody under this veil.

I could be your sworn enemy.

I see you.

But you find it hard to distinguish my features.

But it means gloves.

Gloves, gloves, gloves.

One should appear naked wearing nothing but this hat. Listen, listen, listen,

listen.

Let's all get dressed up.

Let us make believe that it is 1900

again. Theo, put your suit on.

Da, da, da, da.

Would you like some wine, dear?

The spectacles are significant, yes?

They go...

They go with the suit.

And this, thank you.

Will you come over to the piano?

I would like to photograph you.

Oh, would you mind that?

Of course, I don't intend them for publication.

I'm very discreet, you know.

I haven't had my photograph taken for years.

You must put your hand on my shoulder. Oh, come on.

Like they do in the old photographs.

Yeah, that's perfect.

They're like that?

Yeah.

Very good.

Theo, don't be so rigid.

Look at Vivian. She's loose.

She is drunk.

Then help her.

Talk to her. What do you want me to talk about? Oh, speak to me of love.

I should go. Well, stay. There's still some wine left.

Oh, my.

My head aches.

I think I'd better go and have a little lie down on the

bed. My eyes ache. I can't see straight.

You can stop trembling now. She's gone.

You're heartless.

You can see how aroused the poor woman was.

You want me to go after her?

You are as excited as she is.

And you are as excited as I am.

I can feel it.

Well... What

if

she comes back?

She won't.

You seem very sure.

Yeah, I know her.

You must keep still. I'm not a professional.

Does it hurt, yeah?

In compensation, I will make you a handsome man.

Yeah, very handsome.

Really?

Say, better?

Why is it expressed nothing?

What were you thinking of?

When? When you were taking the photograph.

I was watching you.

What should I be thinking?

Now, you must point the hair in the middle.

So?

Yeah.

Hairy master.

Rittmeister. Ringmeister von Richthofen.

Would you like some of this?

It's very good for hangovers.

Oh, no, not that one. That's for Theo. I'm making this one for you.

Where is Theo?

I haven't seen him since last night.

Well, he told me that he was going to sit on the roof and watch the sun come

What sun?

Ah.

There?

No.

What the hell have you done to your hair?

I cut it last night.

Don't you think you look splendid?

I think he looks bloody ridiculous.

I told you, he wouldn't like it.

No, she bloody well doesn't like it. I hate it.

You going out?

Yeah, I have a date.

Close the shop.

Oh, I am surprised.

I thought you would go with her. What's the matter, then?

Something's happening.

Something's going on. I can tell you. I'll tell Messenger we're closed.

No. Listen.

Maybe we could buy another bottle

and get drunk.

Just you and I.

He's in the operating theater now.

He's been there for the last hour.

Nothing you can do about it?

Nothing.

He's too old for this. His heart won't stand it.

I think he gave up the moment they told him they were going to operate.

You can't blame yourself.

No. You can't help worrying either, I suppose.

Well, it extends to reason.

I only came down because...

I wanted somebody to talk to, you know.

It's all right, I'm here.

Are you here?

All our days are numbered, and one is a fool to think otherwise.

You look ludicrous when you make love. You know that, Dr. Crippin?

That kissing and fondling of heavy sentiments. It all ends with you

hard, I think you'll choke.

I find you hilarious.

Poor Theo.

You like the spice and flowers, the faded violet. You like her tenderness,

love for you. And that is all you do like. Because when it comes to the

you are a fool, like Crippin'. Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin',

Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin',

Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin', Crippin'.

What's up, then, mate?

What are you going to do with that?

Do with what? With the plane.

I'm going to fly it home at five o 'clock. Why?

I want it.

It's just a load of old rubbish, mate. I'd pay someone to take that away.

I'll take it.

Cost you a fiver.

There's the wings there.

Hey, wait a minute. They're accessories.

They'll cost you a couple of quid extra.

Can I have a look at it?

You're not messing about, are you? No, I want to look at it.

No way, Jack!

What the hell is going on?

It's an aeroplane.

Do you mean he's bought this load of old junk?

Don't worry.

Won't be going nowhere in it.

Ain't got no engine in it, see?

Well, one of us is mad.

Did you hear me?

You are mad!

Theo?

Theo!

Did you hear me?

Listen to me.

You are mad!

Okay.

It's a bit, uh... Yeah, well, I can soon patch that up.

The oddest part will be putting the wings back on again.

You think it can be done?

So that it looks something, I mean.

I don't see why not. Huh?

Yeah, I've got a sheet of plastic down in the basement.

Maybe I'll be able to fix up a cover for you.

Yeah.

Well, every boy must have his playground, his toy, I suppose.

Perhaps you could do it up and charge the kids... It's not quite what I

but it will do. It's a heap of filthy junk.

Now, perhaps, you will explain... I wondered how long you'd be able to hold

It's nonsense. It's grotesque. It's mine.

I don't have to explain it. I don't care what you think.

You think I don't know?

Know what?

It all fits in. It's all part of something, isn't it?

If you know what's good for you, you just stay away from this.

I won't warn you.

Something going on.

Vivian! I want to know...

you're not answering my question what it is

Nearly finished, then?

Yeah. Ain't she a beauty?

Oh, remarkable.

As soon as this wine's dry, I'll put the crosses on for you.

Yes. Then all you need is the engine.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

I'd better be getting back to the basement.

So, your dream machine is almost finished, yes?

And where will you fly to, my hero?

The whole heaven is mine.

It's a beautiful folly. So Anglo -Saxon.

No.

It could only happen here.

A single -seater dream machine.

It's so absurd.

Ridiculous. It is super monstrous. You know, it's poetic. Your finest moment,

Dale.

Engine -less, a freak.

Ah, but what it must mean to you.

The significance.

You will live on dead airfields in a vanished war.

Possessed by a dream machine, the color of a poppy.

I don't understand you. Ah, yes, you do. You understand every word that I say.

I know you.

It's exactly the same as a grip in fantasy.

No!

There is only one seat here.

Oh, sure.

Sure, it excludes.

It possesses and excludes.

And do you think she doesn't know this?

Vivian, what do I care?

Yes, maybe that is the truth.

Maybe that is the answer.

Would you allow me to photograph you with your dream machine?

It's part of your experiment.

So bitter.

So bitter.

And would you exclude me too?

You exclude everybody, yes?

You will clean.

Baron von Richthofen at your service.

Who?

You are a fool. You know nothing. It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

Only games and the discovery of games.

We are quits now.

See you.

Baron von Richthofen. Oh, don't say that!

That junk on the roof and a short haircut. You're no different. Such

my dear. You're losing your temper again, my dear.

Listen to me!

It's all in your mind.

Be crazy.

A red aeroplane and a haircut.

You are what you are. You can never escape.

You think your shouting will make any difference? I'm Belle.

Your mistake lay in expecting me to remain constant.

But you yourself predicted I'd find my own tremendous game, don't you remember?

You promised me how reasonable it would be.

But it's more complicated, more breathtakingly intricate than you could

have imagined.

There's no sex in it.

I want you. I want you to want me. I'm Belle. I'm your wife.

You are nothing.

I don't need you anymore.

What's happened?

You pig!

You're all pigs!

Pigs!

I don't know who you think you are.

You're no different.

Creepy.

Like that. Go to hell!

Your combat

fatigue was magnificently done, Theo.

You know, I can almost smell the action on you.

I know that your guns are hot from firing and that you've just made a kill.

Oh, but surely... Shouldn't you have some marks of the backfiring of the gun

your... Shut up! Stop it!

Do you think that is my intention?

Well, would you permit me to take some photographs of you now?

Where do you want me to stand?

Just like that.

Holding his arms.

You know you excite me terribly.

I'm trembling again.

You always make me tremble.

She's drunk again.

You get out of this house!

Get out!

Take your stuff and get out! I never want to set eyes on you again! I

think I'd better go.

Go on! Get out!

It's better not to outstay one's welcome, as the English say.

Because it is all...

Let's get her into there.

going along.

Theo, I'm going now.

There's nothing more for me here.

I leave you to your dream machine.

Oh, here are a few mementos of our happy days together.

Yeah?

Bye.