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Do you see him yet?

- Perhaps he's not on the ship. - Don't be an idiot, Mathias.

We were told this was his ship, so he's on it.

You see? Jan isn't aboard.

What will we do? He'll be furious.

Jan is there, all right.

He must be. He can't help it.

What do you mean?

Destiny, my friend.

Destiny.

There's our boy.

What happened to the house that was here?

- Why do you ask? - It was my house. I lived here.

Oh.

- It collapsed. - It what?

How did it happen?

Just like that.

But what about the people in it, my family?

The house was abandoned long ago.

What's going to happen now?

Of course, now, he'll look for Nancy.

Nancy? But that's impossible. Nancy's at Malpertuis.

Be quiet, will you?

Look there.

- Nancy. - How could Nancy be here? What happened?

You fool, anything could happen now.

Little boy, did you see a girl pass this way?

You go to Malpertuis and tell him Jan will be there.

I'll see to it.

Nancy, it's me, Jan.

Jan?

- What a lovely name. - I'm sorry.

You old son of a bitch. You've come.

I can see

When he's feeling sad

And when his world is turning gray

With a word I can change it all

He will smile

It's the only way with me

He has tried other loves

That I know

But when the flame has flickered low

Turned the key and came back to me

Then I smiled

It's the only way you see

He was made for me

He sees only me

Just you wait and see

It's elementary

He was made for me

He sees only me

Just you wait and see

It's elementary

Well, well. Look who's here.

Come on. Don't look so sad.

Let's have a drink.

Then I can dance with you.

Come on.

My name is Bets.

No, Charlie. No. You're going to get me drunk.

You naughty boy. You haven't changed a bit.

And Sylvia, you still married to her?

It's pretty unusual when one of us girls here gets married.

Tell me, Gerda.

That pretty girl there.

Bets?

You're interested?

- Who's she with? - Well, everybody.

Well, that's obvious. I mean, who protects her?

It's Hans.

The big guy over there.

Good-looking fellow, huh?

She's real lucky.

He doesn't mind when she sleeps with someone else?

What? He'd be disappointed if she didn't.

Only provided it can be called business.

Yes, business, sure.

You'll come again, won't you?

I don't think I can.

- Why not? - My ship is sailing tomorrow.

- Whiskey. - Some more?

- More? - But of course.

Well.

That little blonde over there is something, isn't she?

Yeah, but what you see is nothing compared to what you don't see.

Well, she certainly seems to have taken to that little sailor.

It's my guess she'll give it away to him for free.

That's enough, sailor.

- What do you want? - Beat it. That's what I want.

Bastard!

Hey!

Nancy?

Jan.

At last, I've found you.

- You can't imagine. - I know, I know.

But what happened?

I can't remember.

You've been asleep a long time.

- But my ship. - She's already sailed.

Now, listen, Jan.

I want you to forget your ship, forget the sea.

You know, I was dreaming.

I dreamed that I couldn't find you...

that all this was gone...

that even the house had collapsed.

It did, Jan.

What do you mean?

This is my room.

Your things are the same.

I wanted you to wake up in your past.

Then where are we?

- With Uncle Cassavius. - At Malpertuis?

What could I do? I had no money. I had nowhere to go.

But this house is evil. Cassavius is evil.

Father hated him. We can't stay here.

There was nowhere else.

Nowhere else.

Also, there was another reason.

But you know it's dangerous here.

I'm in love.

Come on, little brother.

Don't be jealous, not of your sister.

Elodia, you here at Malpertuis?

How could I let my little Nancy come alone to this infernal house?

Now that he's awake, somebody else is going to die.

Elodia!

Elodia!

Where in hell are you?

I'm dying of hunger.

That's him. That's the dying one.

He's calling me.

Quick, quick.

Get on with it, quick!

He's hungry, hungry again!

So near to death, and still he thinks of nothing but food.

He won't last long now, now thatJan has arrived.

Poor boy.

The light, the light!

Don't blow out the light!

Don't! Don't!

Poor Lampernist.

Him, begging for light.

Stop blubbering, you all. Get on with the work.

Come on. Come on, quick, quick.

Yes, yes.

Come on, hurry.

Hurry, quick.

My rat's finished.

I know he's dying to see it.

- Shall I? - No.

No, no, Philaris. Let him eat first.

Not all his pleasures at once.

Elodia.

My food.

Do you want me to starve to death?

Is that what you want?

Well, at last.

- Is he coming? - He's getting dressed. He won't be long.

Good. Get out.

You must give us money. There's none left.

Scavengers.

Can't you wait till I'm dead?

Get out.

Fool!

What's your wife doing here?

Where's your daughter?

Where's Euryale?

She didn't want to come. You know she's a difficult girl.

She'll come.

Don't worry, Dideloo. She'll come.

It's done.

Of course it's done, idiot. As if I didn't know.

We're only trying to be obliging, you know.

But then again, who wouldn't be obliging, my dear, to Uncle Cassavius?

No matter what he asks is a pleasure.

He's so noble and generous to us both.

You detest me...

all of you.

Oh, no. No, there's one who doesn't.

Who worships me.

Come in, Philaris. Come in.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

There's a real work of art.

You're underrated, of course, like all great artists.

Don't weep, Philaris.

I'm not worth it.

Where's Jan?

He's leaving.

Leaving?

- Jan? - Yes.

Then...

how can I die?

Don't worry about that. That's no problem.

- He won't go far. - No, no.

Please, Jan. Stay. It's only a matter of days.

Even a minute in this house is too much.

And if you had some sense left, you'd come too.

- I've told you, I can't. - 'Cause you don't want to.

You're tied to this house. I'm not. I'm free.

When he dies, we'll have his money. Then we'll both be free.

I don't want his money. I want to go back to sea.

The sea, of course.

That is your destiny.

Go back. Forget about the old man up there...

whose eyes will be closed all too soon.

He has waited a lifetime for his beloved Jan to come back home.

But you shouldn't worry about it.

Go, go. Abandon your family. Go back.

Abandon Elodia, your faithful nurse, who worships you.

Abandon me as well, poor old Uncle Charles...

who remembers you when you were that high.

And of course, you will abandon this lovely child...

innocent and pure, your sister Nancy...

your father's pride.

What matters if she's a pawn of men's vicious desires...

men's lewd advances...

of men burning to possess her sacred virginity, to rape her even.

Don't touch me.

Leave my sister alone, you.

All right. I'll stay.

Only to tell him what's happening around here.

Then I'm taking you away with me.

Then you're not leaving?

All right.

Shall we go up now?

Come here and let me look at you.

You'll do.

You'll have to do.

I've chosen you.

You're a Cassavius, all right.

Don't ask me why I've chosen you.

You're here.

It's all that matters.

Here at last.

Now I can die.

And you, my beauty, are you happy to have your little brother back?

Yes, Uncle.

- I am happy. - Good.

The Griboins, they're nagging again about money.

They claim we're running short again. Is that true?

Yes.

Why don't you get some from the color shop?

But, Uncle, we never sell anything.

That shouldn't stop you.

Come here.

Tell you something...

Five?

Run along...

my precious, yes.

Goddess, where are you going?

- To the color shop. - You're lucky.

He drove me out of it. He's taken all the colors away from me.

And now he wants me to die in the dark.

- Poor Lampernist. - Yes.

Yes, poor Lampernist.

Now what's this? You haven't eaten anything.

Now why don't you eat a little?

No, no. I'm lying in wait for him.

He's blown out all the lights again.

But I'll protect this one. I'll defend it.

I'm going to save it, my own light.

Mathias.

Angel.

I'd almost forgotten what you feel like.

Well, this will help you remember.

And again...

so that I can remember too.

You seem inspired today.

Yes, my brother's arrived.

Yes, I know.

And soon you'll both be going.

Is that sad, my angel?

You can come too.

You know I can't leave without you.

But suppose I can't. Suppose I have to stay.

Don't be silly. We'll get out.

All it takes is a little love and a lot of money.

And we'll have that as soon as the old goat is dead.

Yes, this must be the one. Yes.

One, two, three, four, five.

There's an extra one.

We'll keep it.

Nancy.

Money.

What's wrong with you, lad?

I must go.

Has all I've said to you meant nothing?

You are to stay in Malpertuis.

To stay and take my place at Malpertuis.

Soon, you shall be master here.

Master of a world...

a universe...

of your own destiny.

You're mad, Uncle Cassavius. You know nothing about my destiny.

I know things...

no one knows I know.

I am more powerful than destiny.

You're just a pathetic old man...

lost in a delirium.

And you're a blind fool, blind.

Tomorrow you'll be begging me to stay.

Tomorrow-

Tonight, this very night.

Soon.

Any moment now.

She will be here.

You're here.

So all is well.

My name is Euryale.

I'll never set foot in Malpertuis again, never.

I'll go to faraway places, with strange-sounding names.

We shall go, my darling.

But of course.

At the office, they won't believe it. I'll tell them to keep the pension and quit.

If I were in your place, I think I would wait...

a bit.

And besides, what would you find to do all day?

I'd keep very busy, you can be sure.

There's my collection of dirty postcards, you know.

And I could follow people...

and write a few anonymous letters.

And her?

Don't worry. She'll be all right.

Cassavius gave her to us to watch. Cassavius dead, out she goes.

Once Cassavius is dead-

Once Cassavius is dead.

Shadows.

I see only shadows.

Tell me...

my sweet, self-seeking little mercenary.

- Have they all arrived? - Yes.

Good.

And Eisengott?

- He has come? - Yes.

- Where is he? - I am here.

I trust you, Eisengott...

to see to it that everything as written in my will...

every point, every last clause...

is scrupulously executed.

Jan.

Jan.

You are to finish...

my life's work.

Do you understand?

Father "Softheart" knows all about it.

He will explain in due time.

- Where is he? - In church...

praying for you.

Since you refuse to receive the last sacraments.

And the sisters...

the Carmela sisters, I presume, over here.

The three darling vultures.

Eleonora, of course you're here. Where else would you be?

Rosalia.

Alice.

Who pretends to be so...

plain and cold.

We've known each other a long time, haven't we?

Where's Philaris?

He's over here. Over here.

He has the right to be here...

though he's the imbecile of all the imbeciles.

We share a few secrets, don't we, old companion?

And Mathias Crook.

Since you're here, he wouldn't be far off, now, would he?

Don't be afraid, Mathias.

You'll go on and on selling nothing in that color shop.

And you may even keep the money.

- And the Griboins? - Both present.

Here are my faithful servants.

Clumsy, inept and stupid.

Now, down to business.

Good Uncle Cassavius, you know I'm here as well.

- We are here. - Sylvia.

I remember, of course.

You were quite a beauty...

when Charles first took you out of that whorehouse.

Please, Uncle Cassavius.

Sometimes it's wise not to speak about it.

Do I hear the hiss of the serpent?

Do I see the tear of the crocodile?

Do I smell the stink of the skunk?

Sit down, you...

ambulating zoo.

Euryale.

My fire flower.

Here, come.

Sit next to your cousin, Jan.

Eisengott, you may now read the will.

My heirs are here in full force.

First, tell them how much money I'm leaving them.

"I, Quintin Cassavius, in full possession of my faculties...

declare this to be my last will and testament. "

My last light has been blown out.

My last light! He's blowing it out!

"I will 573,426 florins...

and 35 cents. "

Dearly beloved...

beneficiaries, you must all admit...

not one of you imagined...

it was such a colossal fortune.

Charles, you'll be able to resign tomorrow.

By all means, Dideloo.

And the rest of you...

shall change your way of life too.

Pray, go on, Eisengott.

"Each beneficiary will receive an equal sum...

in proportion to the total inheritance.

However, from this moment on...

every beneficiary must live at Malpertuis. "

- What? - I couldn't.

"They can never leave the grounds.

They will remain here until they die. "

Jesus.

Silence. There is a codicil.

"At Malpertuis, nothing must ever be changed.

The last survivor will inherit all that remains.

Should the last two survivors...

be a man and a woman, then they must marry.

They will inherit Malpertuis and all that goes with it. "

That is my will.

It shall be executed.

Now go.

I don't want any melodrama, no farewells.

Or I'll destroy the will.

My own death is my own business.

I don't need all of you to stand around and watch.

Euryale.

Jan.

Stay.

You are the twofold hopes...

that I take with me from this earth.

But the law.

Euryale.

Remember the law.

Open your eyes...

daughter of the gods.

Look into mine...

and help me die.

My heart in Malpertuis.

Stone among stones.

Light.

Light.

Go back, all of you.

I'll deal with this.

Go.

Don't look around. Don't speak. Listen.

When everyone else is dead...

then we shall marry.

Thank you.

Tea?

Nancy, would you like some tea?

Take it.

Rosalia.

He's not yet cold and you play music.

I never did any harm to you.

There was a time when you were so kind.

And children adored you.

Now you are vicious because you're shut up...

at Malpertuis.

And here we are, all shut up.

Please, I beg you.

Do you hear me?

Don't touch my lights. I forbid it.

Know what will happen when everything's dark?

He's watching.

I hear him often flapping his wings.

He's waiting.

Jan.

What kind of garden is this?

No air, no flowers...

not even the sound of birds.

These are the grounds of Malpertuis...

the domain of Cassavius.

Come.

Come.

Where are we?

Well, centuries ago, this was an abbey.

It belonged to the Bardekin Fathers.

- The Bardekins? - Oh, yes.

When I was a little boy, Elodia always said...

"Be good, or the Bardekins will get you. "

What's the meaning of Malpertuis?

Well...

Malpertuis is the name of the fox's lair.

In old Flemish legends...

the fox used to be the devil.

Look, a lifeboat.

The Ananke was a schooner...

and Cassavius was her captain.

This lifeboat isn't all that remains of his last voyage.

Alas.

What else remains?

The rest is hidden in Malpertuis.

- What is hidden, Father? - Please, Jan. I beg you.

Don't force me.

Keep your innocence. Keep it as long as you can.

Innocence? Don't try to hide your guilty secrets behind my innocence.

I've had enough. Enough, you hear me.

I don't need you, Father.

I will find out about the secrets at Malpertuis alone.

Jan, I haven't the power to stop you...

but beware, beware.

Malpertuis guards its secrets behind doors hidden behind other doors...

deep down long forgotten corridors.

You will be searching and searching for days-

for months even-

and in the end, what will you find?

What will you find?

You're admiring my little creatures.

Aren't they sweet?

Actually, they were meant to be little creatures.

But as you see, something went wrong.

Cassavius made them.

Cassavius made this?

Your uncle could make anything, absolutely anything.

He had seen so much, known so many people...

lived such a long time.

He and Cagliostro...

were the first to put these little things together.

Cagliostro died a hundred years ago.

I knew you wouldn't believe me.

Cassavius couldn't have known him. It's impossible.

Impossible? What's impossible?

Cassavius was-

was a genius.

He was a-

He was a creator.

He wanted to change the world. I worked for him.

But he was not easy to please.

He was such a perfectionist.

So he didn't want to keep those little things.

But I couldn't bear to see my work thrown into a rubbish heap...

every time he said, "Another failure. "

So I managed to keep the best of the worst...

and preserve them in formalin.

But what was he looking for?

He spoke of a master race...

a new golden age.

All that kind of things.

I'm just a simple man.

Those high-flown words are beyond me.

Then one day he didn't want to hear from the experiments anymore.

- Why not? - Well, he found something-

something more profitable.

Something that would have results beyond imagination.

But you can't understand.

Jan, would you do me a favor?

Catch an animal for me in the garden.

What animal could live in such a place?

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. What to do?

I dare not leave Malpertuis, because of the inheritance.

With nothing to stuff, life can be terribly dull.

I'm an artist. I've got to create. You know?

Do you? Look, look. I've made a new trap.

Pretty, isn't it?

Can't you set it for me?

You know the house by now.

I know nothing about it.

Nothing. Nothing. But there might be something in the attic...

something of great value.

You'll only catch mice and rats there.

Jan! Jan! Beggars can't be choosers.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Oh, you've-

you've very, very long bones.

Lovely long bones.

And a skin so easy to flay.

And your eyes- I've got a boxful of eyes.

But not like yours.

So-What a pleasure to-

Never mind! Here! Catch some mice for me!

I'll make masterpieces of them!

You don't know what I've just seen!

How lucky to find you, Jan.

We never see you these days.

Wicked boy.

How bad-mannered you are.

Of course I realize, at your age, it's normal to grieve over hopeless love.

I'm sorry. L-

It's hopeless to fall in love with Euryale.

Quite hopeless.

What do you mean?

It's obvious.

She never looks at you, never speaks to you.

I would say she was trying to avoid you, even trying to hurt you.

And she's quite successful. You do suffer, don't you?

What a pity. There are so many other ways to forget.

Do you like the smell of sandalwood?

The keys of Malpertuis.

- The Griboin woman gave them to me. - Tell her one is missing.

I think you'll find it... one day.

Would you like to kiss me, Jan?

I like you, Jan.

I like you too, Alice.

I love you, I love you.

You love me?

- Yes, I love you. - Nonsense. You love Nancy.

- Nancy? - Yes.

Nancy-You're mad about her.

You'd do anything- anything to have her.

You're obsessed by her.

But she loves somebody else...

and despises you.

We all know you can't keep your hands off anything wearing a petticoat.

I'm the only one that you can make love to.

But why, if you don't love me?

Just look at you. You're not young...

not handsome, not intelligent.

You're nothing.

What do you mean? You always go to bed with nothing.

Who else is there? Griboin? Philaris? Lampernist?

There's littleJan.

Oh, Jan. Jan.

No, you're the lesser evil, my poor little Dideloo.

So, there's one thing you like about me...

and you'll have it.

One usually knocks before entering.

I don't know what's so funny.

This might cost you more than you bargained for.

Oh, really?

Now spread your wings and make love to me again.

Make me soar higher and higher.

Make me melt in the sun.

The sun.

Nancy.

I can't fly anymore.

What is it, my poor angel?

My wings are tired.

Your wings?

My poor fallen angel.

Do you really think we'll ever get away from here?

So that's what's been troubling you.

Don't worry. Tomorrow we'll fly.

Tomorrow when we've got our share of the money.

Now then, spread your wings.

What good is all this?

We are clothed, fed and boarded for nothing, but we have to stay here.

Don't let it bother you.

I think what we should do is to invest it...

buy us some stock, only the finest ones.

The interest will add to our capital.

And then when everybody has passed on but me-

- You mean us. - And what about me?

I have good news for all of you.

Mathias and I have renounced our inheritance. We leave tomorrow.

- No, Nancy, you can't. - Nothing can stop me now, Jan.

Not even you.

Nothing.

We are having roast duck tonight!

Mathias?

Mathias!

Where are you?

Where are you hiding?

Where are you?

Mathias Crook is dead!

Mathias is dead! Murdered!

Nancy.

What will happen to you?

Where are you going?

I don't know. It doesn't matter.

Then stay.

My love is dead. I have no reason to stay.

And me?

Jan, my little brother, come with me.

I cannot.

Then you must forget me.

What do you want?

To help you.

You're so sad.

Nancy's gone.

Euryale breaks your heart.

Tell me about it.

Why not? Come now.

Dideloo and I was nothing.

What are you looking for anyway?

Perhaps I could help you find it.

It may be very close at hand.

You remember the door you couldn't open- the one with the zodiac?

I have the key.

But be careful.

It must only be opened at midnight.

Alice!

Alice!

Don't make a sound. Don't say a word.

Nobody must know.

You put the trap in the attic, didn't you?

Yes. Didn't you?

Let me go there with you.

I haven't the courage alone.

You know they blow out the lamps, don't you?

Will you forgive me one day? What do you think?

Or forget me perhaps?

At Malpertuis, we forget and we remember.

We don't know which is the worst- oblivion or memory.

I don't understand what you're talking about.

Because you don't know yet.

Listen!

They're setting him free.

Don't! Don't open that door!

They'll swarm all over the house.

Then there'll be eternal night.

Don't open that door! Don't! Don't!

Don't!

I want you to forget all that tortures you.

I'm a woman.

I'm yours.

That's all there is to know.

Listen. Footsteps.

Alecto!

Alecto?

Elodia, I hear you are also thinking of leaving.

Yes, Father. I'm going to join Nancy.

Then I'll be safe too.

But who is going to do the cooking?

Mrs. Griboin tried once. It was a disaster.

It's my soul or your stomach, Father.

Good morning.

Oh, there you are. We thought you'd disappeared.

I'm hungry.

How very surprising.

What will you have? Cup of tea? Cocoa?

Let me have a look at you.

What's come over you?

You look different.

You don't need your old Elodia any longer.

She can go now.

It is but... a dream

It is but... a dream

Alecto, you have prostituted yourself with a man.

Remember now, you know what you must do.

What have you come for?

To tell me that you love me?

That you really love me?

How dare you.

Go away. Leave me alone.

Someone is waiting for you.

Don't touch me.

You reek of sandalwood.

Alecto, you know what you must do. Remember.

Alice.

- Give me the key. - Not tonight.

Why?

I want you to dream of me.

Alice, please.

Ask Euryale- the beautiful Euryale.

Why can't she console you?

Not in the same way that I console you, I know.

But you don't care, do you? Because you love her.

Give me the key.

I must have you. You understand?

Be careful, Dideloo.

You'll sleep with me whether you like it or not. You've got to.

You've got to do what I want.

Alecto.

All right. After all, we all know you're irresistible.

So then tonight in the library we'll meet.

No, somewhere else.

Somewhere where we're less likely to be disturbed.

You're a real darling.

But we're not supposed to leave Malpertuis.

Tonight is carnival, night of the masks.

No one will recognize us.

Come to Paradise Street, number 7, at midnight.

An old lady will let you in.

Give her three gold coins.

Three? That's a lot.

You won't regret the money, my sweet.

Don't you like my looks, darling?

You're wrong. Never judge a book by its cover.

Come with me, deary. You don't want her.

She's an amateur. I'm experienced in love.

Don't listen, my sweet. They're not what you need.

I'm the one you're looking for.

Yeah.

It's up there.

It's up there.

Come in, my dear.

You oughtn't to have come here, my child.

You mustn't leave Malpertuis.

It is there that you will meet your destiny.

Give me back my lights.

Take pity.

Don't blow out my lights anymore.

She's lost her husband. Look how happy she is.

One less to share the inheritance.

You'll have to redo your accounts.

I'm going away too.

Good-bye, Mother.

Jan.

- Alecto. - I'm Alice.

- You're Alecto. - My name is Alice.

Captive, like your sisters, by the spell of Cassavius.

Remember who you were.

He has reduced us to bondages, put us in fetters, debased us.

Remember who you were.

Alecto, you once knew how to treat men who dared to cast eyes upon us.

Remember who you were.

- You have forgotten the call of the past! - I won't forget.

Don't go.

- I must. - You said you would marry me.

- Alecto. - I want to be a woman.

- Remember who you are. - I want to be Alice.

Jan.

Close your eyes.

Remember who you are!

- Remember! - I want to be a woman!

- Alecto! - I want to be a woman!

I want to be a woman!

Remember who you are!

Alecto!

Remember who you are!

Euryale.

Euryale!

Jan! Jan! You must hurry.

- What is it? What happened? - Quick, Jan. Leave now.

Leave before it's too late.

It's no use, Father. No one can escape from here.

You can. You must. It's your last chance.

Do you think outside Malpertuis I can forget what happened here?

Outside Malpertuis, mysteries no longer matter.

Forgive me.

I waited too long. But I was afraid to act earlier.

Quickly!

Do you really think, Father, that one can escape from here?

Of course. Of course.

No.

- I can't leave without Euryale. - Forget Euryale.

She can't leave Malpertuis. None of them can.

Father, I must stay.

Jan, they broke loose.

They'll destroy you. They'll tear you to pieces.

Father! Look!

- No! No! - What's happened to them?

They are there because you believe in them.

But we're the last of all who believe in them these days.

They will be destroyed.

Oh, God, they've seen us!

I'll try to hold them back.

- Father, you can't. - I must. Run, Jan!

Light! Light!

Jan! Light!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Light.

Light.

What happened? Who did that?

Him. Him.

Tell me who.

- Prom- - I promise.

Prom-

- Say it quickly. - Not that.

He's coming!

That's it!

Don't be frightened, Jan. Don't be frightened.

It won't hurt you.

You won't suffer much. Just a little, you see?

It's such a long time since I had a specimen worthy of my art.

I remember the time I did exquisite things when I worked for Cassavius.

Yes! Yes, that's-

That's that!

And now this one. Yeah.

Oh, yeah!

And here. Here! Be quiet! Be quiet!

Be quiet!

You never really understood me.

You never brought me anything interesting to work on.

You even mislaid my trap in the attic.

Naughty. Naughty boy.

The little one had to come to me to reclaim his hand.

You know those little ones.

Overfamiliar they are.

That's what they've become.

Now, where's my scalpel? My scalpel?

My scalpel must be somewhere.

I wish Cassavius left them on the island to die there.

So-

And now on to work!

Thanks to me, you will be immortal.

Don't move!

Don't move! I warn you.

I won't hurt you.

Philaris!

No. Don't look at me.

You mustn't look at me.

Why have you come back?

Because I love you.

So, the time has come to reveal the secrets of Malpertuis.

Follow me.

Look down there, Jan.

You saw the eagle devour Prometheus.

Prometheus?

Yes. Lampernist is Prometheus...

who stole fire from heaven.

He was a god... like the rest of us.

The last gods of Greece.

Cassavius planned that you would fall in love with me.

And that from this love...

would spring a race of demigods dominating the world.

But he couldn't foresee that I would fall in love with you.

Come. You will know all.

Cassavius captured us from an island on the lonian Sea.

We were only waiting for mortals to forget us...

so we could be allowed to die.

But he brought us here-

we, the Gods-

in the hold of his ship, like cattle...

to here, like cattle.

The monster thought it amusing...

to have Philaris sew the Gods into miserable human skins.

Look. Apollo, Venus, Vulcan...

the three Furies...

Hecate, Hermes.

It would have been far better to let us die on that lonely island.

But... who are you?

I am the only one that Cassavius did not change.

The other Gods are dead because people no longer believe in them.

I alone remain immortal.

I am the Gorgon.

I am Love, and I am Death.

Oh, Jan. You force me to be your destiny.

The fruit of knowledge is bitter.

Oh, my love.

Central Hospital, 42 is finished for the day. We're heading in.

Thank you, my dear.

This is the diary you wrote while you were here, Mr. Van Kremer.

Do you want to keep it?

Oh, no, Doctor. I'm finished with it.

I must say, you've a fertile imagination.

The idea of kidnapping the last Greek gods while they were waiting to die...

and forcing them to lead a sort of lower-middle-class life...

is, well, rather a bit strange for a computer expert, isn't it?

You see, your illness must have brought schoolboy memories to the surface.

It often does, you know.

Yes?

Thank you.

Well, now.

You're about to leave us now, Mr. Van Kremer.

Your wife is here to take you home.

- Good-bye. - Thank you very much, Professor.

- John. - Jane.