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(mellow music)

- [Theo] 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 le Neve,

and took every measure to conceal your flight.

I have now to pass upon you the sentence of the court,

which is that you'll be taken hence to a lawful prison

and from thence to a place of execution,

and there you'll be hanged by your neck until you are dead.

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

(shoe tapping)

(birds chirping)

(Theo munching)

(curtains dragging)

(water bubbling)

- 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 mustache? - Yes!

- Stopped wearing your glasses in public?

- Yes! - Me, posing as your son?

- Yes!

(jet airplane roaring overhead)

(Vivien chuckles)

(paper rustling)

- 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 other, 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,

to be a way of being able to read

without your constant interruption.

Would you like that?

(Vivien chuckles)

- Hmm...

We go on.

We go on and on...

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

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 me.

Puff, puff puffing...

Because you have no talent...

No flare...

No mind.

- I thought we'd have a peaceful afternoon,

on the roof,

in the sun.

- Hmm.

(Vivien humming)

- [Theo] I was Crippen 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.

(mellow music)

(water flowing)

(match striking)

(cups thudding)

(mellow music)

No...

Don't lift the veil.

(Vivien moaning)

- Vivien. (Vivien moaning)

Vivien. - Belle.

- Belle. Belle. Belle.

- [Theo] Vivien. - Belle. Belle.

(hammer tapping)

- Well, you're up early this morning.

(Messenger slurps)

- I see you finished that sofa all right.

Vivien was very pleased when she saw what you'd done.

She's very fond of that shade.

- Yeah. (coughs)

There was no worm in it.

- No? - (slurps) No.

(Messenger coughs)

Did you have a nice weekend?

- I stayed at home.

(Messenger slurping)

Some people refuse to be themselves.

They only wanna be somebody else.

- Who?

- Who?

- Yeah, so who'd they want to be?

- Hmm. Depends.

- Must do.

- This place could give you strange ideas.

The shop, I mean.

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

Newspapers from years ago.

Other people's lives.

These beds had people die in them.

- Some of 'em certainly smell like it, too.

- Does it bother you?

- Nah. (scoffs)

Never think about it.

(mellow music)

(doorbell rings)

(traffic bustling)

- [Vivien] You'll be visiting your father this evening?

- [Theo] I haven't seen him for a few days.

He'll expect me. - Mm.

Maybe we could go to the movies after?

- If I'm back in time, yeah.

- 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.

Facts, facts, only facts.

- Yes, seems as if it's gonna be another fine day.

- Am I being exacting, carping?

I should be grateful. - For what?

- Well, you picked me outta 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.

- Well, then 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 le Neve? Or just plain Vivien?

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 colors 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? - Vivien!

- The woman's a bit strange, too.

- [Theo] You're not answering my question!

- What question?

- Would you tolerate me in any other role?!

- Oh, you choose the oddest words to describe our liaison.

Are you working up to a formal protestation of love?

Is that the word that is 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 higher scene into my tea.

- I think that's what you want, Vivien. Just that.

Real higher scene 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, poor Theo.

It's all gone too far, hasn't it?

There's no fun.

No excitement in it anymore.

Well, perhaps one day you will find a 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 Vivien, only bits of her left on a plate,

dug up from under a cellar floor

and found passed around the court on a plate.

Ooh, doesn't it make you itch all over?

- 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 don't pretend. I can't.

- Then we will stop.

- Jesus!

Why do you do it, Vivien? Why?

- You're never satisfied, are you?

(Vivien laughs)

- 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 you can wait outside,

and we can go on from there.

We don't have a lot of time.

- [Vivien] Well, if I come with you,

we're not riding together on the bus.

We sit separately, understood?

- [Theo] Must we still play that game?

- I don't come.

We're strangers. Yes?

(mellow music) (bus rumbling)

(birds chirping)

- [Theo] I won't be long. - No, well, see you're not.

(people chattering) (shoes tapping)

(gurney clatters)

(curtain dragging)

- I'm still here, Theo.

Somehow, hanging on.

Vivien didn't come? - No. Yes, she's waiting.

She didn't want to come up.

- How many times have I seen her?

Two, three--

- Oh, nobody likes hospitals, father.

- (scoffs) I certainly don't.

There've been four deaths in this ward

since you were last here.

You can tell in each case.

- [Intercom] Dr. Akridge, please.

Dr. Akridge.

- Oh, 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 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'm still awake.

I had the curtains.

The doctor came.

They wheeled him out.

Shut my eyes as he went past.

Only the darkness, I...

- What did the doctors say?

When are they gonna let you come home again?

- Can't seem to understand much

until it's a question of the post-mortem.

(father groans)

- [Theo] Are they treating you all right?

Do you want any, any books to read?

- Moth had gone when I woke up.

I can't even walk to the bathroom.

They watch me like a child.

I'd drop down dead if I'd tried to walk as far as the door.

- No.

I feel so helpless lying here.

- Well...

Soon you'll feel better.

(father groans)

Sorry, I'm not much use in the shop.

- [Father] Be yours when I'm dead.

You hold onto it until then,

and when I'm gone,

it's up to you what you do with it.

Sorry, I haven't more to leave with you.

(heels tapping)

(doorbell rings)

(shears clicking)

- 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 the owner's name on the outside.

- Lawyer's wig? - [Reingard] Mm.

- Hmm, that sounds like something in code,

a password.

(woman laughs)

- Well, I'm sure you're given many strange requests

in a place like this.

- True. (clears throat)

- [Woman] Not possible then?

- [Theo] I'd say not.

- Ah, what a pity.

How much is this?

- It's an unpleasant subject.

- Ah, how much?

- Um, don't know. 50...

10 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 such sores on the body.

You speak German?

- No. - Ah.

The woman plays a piano.

- Yes, Vivien, my...

- Do you think this gorilla died

shortly after this picture was taken?

- Well, judging by this photograph,

his condition looked serious.

(woman laughs)

- You English are always so good with words.

(car rumbling) - [Theo] 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? Hmm?

Your face interests me.

Yeah. You have a good forehead.

- I'm called Theo.

- That's of no importance.

- And you?

- You can call me Reingard.

(birds chirping)

London is beautiful, no?

Tell me about yourself.

- There's nothing much to tell.

What do you want to know?

- Just say whatever comes into your mind.

(camera shutter clicks) - 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

slitting a pigeon's neck

and letting the blood drain out on the floor of a bus.

(Reingard chuckles)

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.

(laughs) Your situation is curious, no?

(Theo mutters)

You tell me nothing.

But I have a fine-trained nose scent.

- I don't, I dunno what you're getting at.

(Reingard laughs)

- You didn't notice me,

but I've been watching you four, five, six days maybe.

It was marvelous.

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

You know what I'm referring to?

- No. - Huh?

- I dislike the fact you spied on us.

- And now you challenge me as you challenge a voyeur.

(laughs) An accusation of spying?

But that can only mean

that you have certain things to hide, yes?

(birds chirping)

(clock ticking)

(Vivien scoffing)

- [Vivien] So she has left you?

- [Theo] She has gone, Ethel.

- [Vivien] And we can always be together.

Just you and I.

- [Theo] There is only you.

She'll never come back.

We are together, that's all that matters.

You're all I 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.

(Vivien moaning)

(Theo panting)

(Vivien laughs)

You look ludicrous when you make love.

You know that, Dr. Crippen?

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. Crippen.

I am not Ethel.

I am Vivian.

Now get off!

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 Ethel as.

You 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 Crippen.

(Vivien choking)

- You slut. You filthy slut.

How much do you think I can take?

Hmm?! How much?! (Vivien laughs)

Look at my hands, they're 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?!

Want my hands around your throat? Was that it?

Was that your moment of excitement,

your satisfaction?

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

(Theo sighs)

- We 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 stopped me.

- Your cowardness.

- Something will happen one day.

- Oh, I'm sure it will.

One way or another.

(clock ticking)

(phone rings)

- Yes? - [Reingard] 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...

(scoffs) Dr. Crippen.

- Ah, the murderer.

(Reingard scoffs)

Anybody can look like a murderer.

Consider the eyes,

the shape of the face,

the angle of the head,

those lines around the mouth.

See? The lips.

There's a word in English, um...

I can't remember now.

It's, uh, 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 a soldier dragged the plane back

behind the Australian trenches.

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.

Ja, this is him.

The Uhland of the Sky.

(Reingard giggles)

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 fill with saliva.

Excitement, you know?

He was one of von Richthofen's famous squadron.

Do you know,

one day he came to my room

and he stroked my shoulders.

And then suddenly he ripped off all my things.

Zip! Like that.

And then he just stared at my naked body.

Ah, I must cut your hair soon,

so that you can be indistinguishable from this hero.

- How old do you think I am?

- (clicks tongue) 28, 29. Not more.

And all that you can say about yourself,

is that somebody told you that you look like Dr. Crippen.

- You revert to Crippen all the time.

- All I know is that talking about Crippen,

Crippen, Crippen, upsets you.

- You think you know everything!

- You can keep the magazine, if you wish.

- I don't understand German.

- Well, I could translate it for you...

If you want.

- How many planes did he shoot down?

[Theo] Yes, I do look like von Richthofen.

- [Vivien] Theo!

- [Theo] 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 Messenger had to give a hand.

- Five pounds. Ten.

Six pounds. Ten.

Seven pounds.

At seven pounds.

Any advance at seven pounds?

(gavel thuds)

Uh, lot 197.

A regency mahogany framed terrestrial globe

on tripod supports.

- This lot selling.

- What am I bid?

30 pounds.

35. 40. 45. 50.

At 50 pounds.

Any advance on 50 pounds?

Mr. Harris.

Uh, lot 198.

Mahogany pole screen on tripod base.

- This lot 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 scar tissue

under the floorboards in the basement.

She was an awful thing.

So fat and demanding.

I don't know how he let live so long.

She was always at him about everything.

- What are you talking about?

- Milton Mackamotski.

No, no, um...

Kunigunde Mackamotski.

No, Belle Elmore.

(Theo shushing) Cora Crippen. Your wife.

Oh, and the other one, Ethel le Neve.

She couldn't even be convincing as a woman,

let alone as a boy.

- That's enough. (shushes)

- But you see, I've been reading about Crippen--

- So I see.

There's a time and place for everything.

- Who told you that you look like Crippen?

- What does it matter?

It has nothing to do with you.

- That's for sure.

Come, I show you something.

- [Theo] I find waxworks very boring.

- Well, I would like to take a look

at this Harvey Hawley Crippen.

You can do as you please.

I wonder why people are so interested in Crippen.

I mean, Peter Kürten 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.

(Reingard chuckles)

- There is nothing you can tell me about Crippen

that I don't already know.

- So...?

- So...

Like Crippen, I am patient.

(Reingard laughs)

- Well, it interests me the sort of mind

to whom such an idea would appeal.

- 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?

- Well, uh...

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

- Well, suppose it was?

- You see, I guessed.

It merely 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.

An affair of costumes, yes?

(Theo scoffs)

- I'm afraid I don't see what it's gotta do with you.

- Well, you don't have to be afraid.

Why don't you just tell me?

- It was to please her.

- Ahhh! Ah, that's lovely.

So sweet.

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

- Ja, ja.

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 all 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.

(dramatic music)

- I can feel your hands on my thighs,

the hardness of your throat,

your teeth on the flesh of my neck.

Hubby.

Crippy.

(Reingard exclaims)

(dramatic music)

(Reingard shushes)

Let's run!

(Reingard laughing)

- 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.

Everything is a mess.

- Your father has nothing to do with it.

It's another woman. (Theo scoffs)

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'm suddenly something,

someone for you to want to know about.

The boot is on the other foot now.

Does me good to see 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. (doorbell rings)

- Ah.

(woman clears throat)

Good afternoon.

Uh, I have come about the unfurnished 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,

nes pa?

- No, look, no.

Because there's a problem of sharing the kitchen--

- Surely we can arrange something between the two of us, no?

How much would you want a week?

Um, shall we say five pounds?

Is that enough?

- No, it's not the money.

- Yes.

- Good.

Then 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?

- [Vivien] She's a very attractive woman.

There's something about her, something...

I can't put my finger on it.

Something odd, familiar.

I wonder if he has seen her before.

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

(Vivien scoffs)

Wonder how she'll fit in with us.

(shoes tapping)

- Ah, I didn't hear you, Theo.

I was just watching him.

He's been in the operating theater 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.

- Can't 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'm examined every so often

and they discuss it among themselves.

Suppose it's my heart that holds 'em up.

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

(clock ticking)

(Reingard groans)

- This is the only pleasant room in the house.

It smells different.

It's you.

- Mm. The traffic is so noisy.

I have to take sleeping pills all the time.

Where is Vivien?

- She's got a headache.

- [Reingard] Ah, poor Vivien.

- Mind if I open the blinds?

- Yes, but just a little bit.

The room looks better like that.

(blinds clattering)

(Reingard sighs)

- 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 Vivien?

What's the matter?

- Are you using me?

- For what?

- Vivien 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 ward.

- 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 and 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?

We both knew it would come to that sooner or later.

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

- Next Friday.

- One week...

(groans)

One week.

- Is Vivien up there with you? - Why?

- It doesn't matter. Just wondered where she was.

- Well, you kicked her out of bed last night.

- [Theo] I had a bad dream.

I hurt my wrist. - Hmm.

It's cold today.

I feel depressed.

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

All of us. Yes?

(upbeat music)

(doorbell rings)

(upbeat music) (both chattering)

(upbeat music) (shoes tapping)

- (laughs) I don't believe! - It's true. I swear they do.

(upbeat music) (Reingard and Vivien chatter)

(both laughing)

(Vivian and Reingard chattering)

(Vivian and Reingard chattering)

Oh, where have you been?

- Vivien has been showing me some of her costumes

as she promised.

- You should try one on, it would suit you.

- Oh, no, because she has not drunk enough yet.

- Put on the hat. (Reingard and Vivien laugh)

- Oh, it looks superb.

It looks superb!

- These are marvelous things.

The power they give one.

You like it, Theo?

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.

(Vivien laughing)

- I would need gloves, gloves, gloves, gloves.

Or better still, to paint the palms of the hands blue.

One should appear naked,

wearing nothing but this hat.

- Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.

Let's all get dressed up.

Let us make-believe

that it is 1900 again.

Theo, put your suit on.

(suit clatter)

- [Theo] The last time.

(match lighting) (Vivien vocalizing)

(wine sloshing)

- Would you like some wine, Theo?

Those spectacles are significant, yes?

- They go-- (Vivien chuckles)

They go with the suit.

And this... (mutters)

- Will you come over to the piano?

(Reingard sighs)

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.

- Mm, 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.

Now, stay like that.

Ja, very good! (Vivien laughs)

Theo, don't be so rigid.

Look at Vivien.

She's loose! - She's drunk.

- Well, help her.

Talk to her.

- What do you want me to talk about?

- Oh, speak to me of love.

(Vivien gasps) (camera shutter clicking)

- Got it.

(camera shutter clicking)

(Vivien moans)

- Touch her.

(Vivien moaning) (camera shutter clicking)

- Oh, God! Stop it!

Stop flashing that bloody thing!

You'll blind me!

(Vivien exclaims)

- [Reingard] Well, I feel I should go.

- No, stay! There's still some wine left.

- (groans) Oh, my... My head aches.

I...

Oh, I think I'd I better go

and have a little lie-down on the bed.

Oh, my eyes ache.

I can't see straight.

(door shuts)

- You can stop trembling now.

She's gone.

- You are heartless.

You could 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.

- Come.

Sit.

Wait.

(shears clicking)

- Suppose she comes back.

- She won't. - You seem very sure.

- Ja, I know her.

(shears clicking)

(Theo winces) You must keep still.

I'm not a professional.

(shears clicking)

Does it hurt, yeah?

In compensation,

I will make you a handsome man.

Yeah, very handsome.

- It's bleeding.

(Theo winces) - Better?

(shears clicking)

- [Theo] Your eyes expressed nothing.

What were you thinking of?

- When?

- [Theo] When you were taking the photographs.

- I was watching you.

What should I be thinking?

(Reingard blows)

Now, you must part the hair in the middle, so.

Ja, Herr Rittmeister.

- Rittmeister?

- Ringmaster von Richthofen.

(orange squelching)

(juice sloshing)

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.

- And where is Theo?

I haven't seen him since last night.

- Well, he told me that he was gonna sit on the roof

and watch the sun come up.

- (scoffs) What sun? (door opens)

(door closes) Ah, Theo.

No?

- What the hell have you done your hair?

(water sloshing)

- I cut it last night.

Don't you think he looks splendid?

- I think he looks bloody ridiculous.

(pot clattering)

- I told you she wouldn't like it.

(pot clattering)

- No, she bloody well doesn't like it.

- I hate it.

(cup chattering)

- You're going out?

- Yeah, I have a date.

- I'll close the shop.

- Oh, goodnight, Vivien!

(doorbell rings)

- Oh, I am surprised.

I thought you would go with her.

- [Theo] What's the matter then?

- Something's happening.

Something's going on. I can feel it.

- [Theo] I better tell Messenger we're closed.

- Listen. - [Theo] No!

- Listen.

Maybe,

we could buy another bottle,

and get drunk?

Just, just you and I.

Alone...

Together.

- He's in the operating theater now.

He's been there for the last hour.

(bulb clinking)

- There's 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.

- Well, you can't blame yourself.

- No.

- You can't help worrying either, I suppose.

Well, it stands to reason.

- I only came down because, uh,

I wanted, uh, somebody to talk to, you know?

- It's all right, I'm here. (phone rings)

(mellow music)

(mellow music continues)

(chair creaking)

- You could have what?

- You speak German?

- Have you here?

- [Theo] All our days are numbered,

and one is a fool to think otherwise.

(pieces clattering)

(glasses shattering)

- [Vivien] You look ludicrous when you make love.

You know that, Dr. Crippen?

Such kissing and fondling,

such heavy sentiments.

It all ends with you breathing so hard,

I think you'll choke.

I find you hilarious.

Poor Theo.

You like the spice and flowers,

the faded violet I play Ethel as.

You like her tenderness, her love for us.

And that is all you do like.

'Cause when it comes to the action,

you are a fool.

Like Crippen.

Crippen. Crippen. Crippen. Crippen. Crippen.

(Vivien echoing)

(fire roaring) (planes roaring)

(explosion booming)

(camera shutter clicking)

(mellow music)

(fire roaring)

(plane roaring) (explosion booming)

(trash clattering)

(trucks rumbling)

(jet airplane roaring overhead)

- Hold it! Hold it!

Stop, stop! Hold it!

- What's up there, mate?

- What are you gonna do with that?

- Do with what? - With the plane?

- I'm gonna fly it home at five o'clock.

Why? - I want it.

- Ah, 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.

- Are those 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? - No, I wanna look at it.

- Lower it away, Jack.

(crane rumbling)

(chain clinking)

- What the hell is going on?

- It's an airplane.

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

- Ah, don't worry.

Won't be going nowhere in it.

Ain't got no engine in it, see?

- Well, one of us is mad.

(Messenger scoffs)

Did you hear me?!

You are mad!

Theo! Theo!

Did you hear me?

Listen to me.

You are mad.

What do you want it for?

What is it for?!

What are you doing?

You've gone mad.

Oh, my...

Look what you've done to my plant!

You stupid... Give it to me!

(pot shattering) You swine!

Look what you...

(chairs clattering)

- Okay?

(Theo claps)

Okay, send her over.

(crane rumbling)

- It's a bit, uh...

- Yeah, well, I can soon patch that up.

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

- You think it can be done?

So that it looks something, I mean.

- Don't see why not, huh?

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

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

- Yes.

- Well, every boy must have his playground,

his toys, I suppose.

Hey, perhaps you could do it up

and charge the kids six pence to sit in it.

- It's not quite what I wanted,

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 off.

- It's nonsense.

It's grotesque! - It's mine.

I don't have to explain it,

and I don't care what you think.

- You think I don't know.

Huh? - Know what?

- It all fits in.

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

(Vivien exclaims)

- You keep your hands off this.

If you know what's good for you,

you just stay away from this!

I forewarn you.

(mellow music)

- [Vivien] Something going on.

- Vivien!

- [Vivien] I want to know--

- You're not answering my question!

- [Vivien] What it is.

(mellow music)

- Nearly finished then?

- Yeah. Ain't she a beauty?

- Oh, remarkable.

- As soon as this white'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.

(plastic cover rustling)

- 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. (laughs)

It could only happen here.

A single-seater dream machine.

It's so absurd,

so ridiculous.

It is super-monstrous.

You know, it's poetic.

Your finest moment, Theo.

Engineless, 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 the Crippen 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?

- Vivien? 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?

- (chuckles) So bitter.

So bitter.

And would you exclude me, too?

You exclude everybody, yes?

(plastic cover rustling)

- [Reingard] You will clean the shoes.

You will clean the shoes.

(door shuts)

- Baron von Richthofen at your service,

- Who?

- You are a fool. You know nothing.

Doesn't matter.

- (sighs) Nothing matters.

- Only games and the discovery of games.

We are quits now.

- Theo... - Baron von Richthofen.

- Oh, don't say that!

Just because of that junk on the roof,

and a short haircut,

you're no different.

- Such vehemence, my dear.

You're losing your temper again, my dear.

- Listen to me!

It's all in your mind.

You must be crazy.

(Vivien laughs)

A red airplane and a haircut.

You are what you are.

You can never escape.

- You think your shouting will make any difference?

- I'm Belle...

- Who?

Oh, no, don't.

Don't...

Stop acting, please. Please.

- Your mistake lay in expecting me to remain constant.

But you, yourself, predicted,

I'd find my own tremendous game.

Don't you remember?

Promised me how reasonable it would be.

But it's more complicated, (Vivien sobbing)

more breathtakingly intricate

than you could ever 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. (Vivien exclaims)

- What's happened?!

You pig!

You're all pigs! Pigs!

Pigs... (sobs)

I don't, I don't know who you think you are.

You're no different.

You will always be Crippen.

You live with me.

You live with me.

(Vivien sobbing)

(birds chirping)

(plastic cover rustling)

(plastic cover rustling)

(rings thud)

(mellow music)

(planes rumbling)

(machine guns firing)

- [Reingard] Just like that. (camera shutter clicking)

- (grumbles) Go to hell!

(camera shutter clicking) - Ja.

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 add some marks

for the backfiring of the gun on your cheek?

- Shut up! Stop it!

- Do you think that is my intention?

Well...

Would you permit me to take some photographs of you now?

- All right, where do you want me to stand?

- Just like that.

Holding the arms.

Perfect.

Yeah.

(camera shutter clicking)

- Perfect, Manfred.

You know, you excite me terribly.

I'm trembling again.

You always make me tremble.

- You cow!

You cow!

(pot shattering)

You filthy cow!

- Who? Me?

- You think I'm both blind and deaf?!

You get out!

Get out!

- 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.

- [Vivien] Come on!

Come on, did you hear me?

- [Reingard] Vivien, you are being very stupid.

(plastic cover rustling)

Vivien, would you leave those pictures alone, they're mine.

- Just look at the holes in the wall!

(plastic cover rustling) (Reingard and Vivien fighting)

(rain pattering)

She put you up to this ridiculous stunt!

We were as we were!

Now, I, I wanted to be like it was before!

Bloody German cow!

(Vivien shouting) (rain pattering)

Did you hear me?!

You can take off that ridiculous uniform

because it is all over.

It is finished.

Everything will be as it was before.

(rain pattering)

(plane rumbling)

You pig!

You and this scarlet junk heap!

(plastic cover rustling) (Vivien exclaims)

- Get away from there!

- [Vivien] You pig! You pig!

- Get away from there!

(mallet thudding) (Vivien grunting)

- Get away from there!

(Vivien exclaims) (mallet clatters)

(Theo and Vivien fighting)

(Vivien exclaims)

- Come on. Let's get her into the house.

Well, I'm going along.

(door closes)

(Vivien screaming)

- No, Theo!

(van rumbling)

(siren wailing)

- 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.

Ja?

(photos flapping)

(seatbelt clicking)

(door shuts)

(engine rumbling)

(plane rumbling)

(machine guns firing)

(hand smacking)

(machine guns firing)

(siren wailing)

(plane rumbling)

(siren wailing)

(Theo exclaims)

(machine guns firing) (camera shutter clicking)

(plane rumbling)

(doorbell rings)

(someone knocks)

(plane roaring)