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BELLA: It is hard
to be in the position

where one wants to hit someone

who is already
in obvious pain.

BAXTER: It is a conundrum
for sure.

Would you rather be
a gray slab of flesh

with a fishhook
in your nose?

I will feel good
for a second, but bad
for longer, so...

I really had a fishhook
in my nose?

You did. (CHUCKLES)

So, I am your creation...

as is the other one.

Neither of you are that.

She wanders the halls
with a hammer and a song,

and that is not my doing.

And I read your cards
and letters home

and watched you
fearlessly create
Bella Baxter

with wonder.

I am finding
being alive fascinating,

so I'll forgive you the act,

but always hate the lies
and trapping that followed.

Understood.

Good to see you.

You too.

Anger, confusion,
and brain dissonance aside,

I missed you.

I arrived home, and I smelled
the formaldehyde,

and I knew what is next.

I will be a doctor.

(CHUCKLES)

My surgery is yours.

My father once told me,

always carve with compassion.

He was a fucking idiot.

But it's not bad advice.

He does not
have long.

I know.

You've not mentioned
our betrothal.

Um...

You were much younger.

There is no bind.

I was mesmerized by you,
and Baxter took advantage.

So, you are mesmerized
no more?

I am still mesmerized.

I've been a whore,
you understand?

Mm.
Cocks for money inside me.

You okay
with that?

Does the whoring thing
challenge the desire

for ownership
that men have?

Wedderburn became
much weepy and sweary

when he discovered
my whoring.

I find myself merely jealous
of the men's time with you

rather than any moral
aspersion against you.

It is your body,
Bella Baxter.

Yours to give freely.

I generally charged 30 francs.

Well, that seems low.

Do you believe
people improvable, Max?

I do.

Just as a human body
can be cured of illness,

so can men and women
be cured of aspect.

Will you marry me,
Max McCandles?

I will.

We will need less of
your tongue in the future,

but overall,
most agreeable.

Mm. I...
I will take that note.

And have you been checked
for, um, disease?

BELLA: I have not,
but I shall.

I'm enjoying this
practical love we have.

Um, but I... I assure you
mine is also passionate.

(CHUCKLES)
You are adorable.

You always were.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

God, you are walking.

I have taken
five milligrams of heroin

through the toes
for pain,

amphetamines
for energy,

and cocaine because
I am partial to cocaine.

I've come here to walk you
down the aisle.

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(COUGHING)

And so, by the powers
vested in me
by the church,

I shall solemnize
this union.

Do you, Bella Baxter,
take this man
as your husband?

Did we miss the part about
anyone objecting to this?

Or has that been removed

in some kind
of faux modernization

of the catechism?

(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES)

Hello, Victoria.

You look well.

Do you refer to me, sir?

A man doesn't normally
introduce himself to his wife.

But if I must...
(BAXTER COUGHS)

He is the God of it.
(INHALES SHARPLY)

I do not know if he's
in her power or she in his.

'Tis Devil's work at hand.
Look!

He coughs not air
as a normal man but blood.

He has cancer,
you fucking idiot.

Oh.

Duncan.

DUNCAN: Do not lay
your eyes on me, demon!

As I was saying,
General Alfred Blessington.

"Alfie" to you.

You really do not know me?

When Mr. Wedderburn
put your photo in the paper...

I remembered
that old bird in the hotel

called you
Victoria Blessington,

and I pieced this
diabolical fuckfest
of a puzzle together.

You are...
ALFIE: Your dear Alfie.

You left in a state of some
mental addlement and hysteria

over your pregnancy.

On the discovery
of your absence,

I felt disemboweled.

I have disemboweled men
on the field of battle,

and I always imagined a dull,
hollow throbbing,

and that is what
it was like.

There's also a stench,

but that does not apply
as a metaphor here.

But here you are,
my darling.

Here you are.

God.

I have no recollection of you.

I am Bella Baxter.

Hurtful.

But perhaps
you've hit your head,

and these men have clearly
taken advantage of you.

Please go, sir.

You were my husband?
ALFIE: Your dear Alfie.

Bella, I'm sorry.

Actually, I would like to go.

What?
Bella?

You have a carriage, sir?

Yes.

Let us go then.

BAXTER: Bella!

Let me go, God.

Max, you will
not stop me.

It is good to have
you back, Victoria.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYS)

(ALFIE GRUNTS)

The servants and I
have not been getting along.

I fear an uprising.

You remember
David, darling?

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Allison, look who's back.

You know me?

Tell me about myself.

Was I nice?

(WISTFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Eat.

All your favorites.

Kippers, goose,

tongue, champagne.

I've missed you.

What was the root
of the unhappiness?

What drove her
to leap off the bridge?

You hated the baby.

You called it "the monster."

I see.

I have noticed
a lack of maternal instinct.

And yet I'm happy
to have you home.

How did we meet?

ALFIE: At a ball.

BELLA: Why did we like
each other?

We shared a love
of good times.

Watch.

Allison, soup!

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Rex!
(BARKING)

(GASPS)
(ALFIE LAUGHING)

Fuck!
Allison,

we'll have some cheese
when you can.

(GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

BELLA: A love of cruelty?
Mm.

I was not a kind person,
it seems.

Kind? You would never
be so dull, Victoria.

Appalling idea.

Wedderburn says
you were a whore.

I suspect that was part...
BELLA: I was.

In Paris.

I tired of it,
but it was fascinating.

Right.

These kippers
are strangely delicious.

Vinegary or something.

(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)

Marriage
is a constant challenge.

Some, we bend to,
some we bend to us.

(SIGHS) I will try to
forgive you for the whoring.

Your sexual hysteria
was often out of hand.

And for the killing
of our unborn child.

In fact, when I list the ways
you've wronged me,

Jesus Christ himself

would probably
beat your head in with a bat.

You're blessed
with a forgiving husband.

I've not wronged you, Alfie,

as I do not know you.

Well, you're in luck as
I've had a lot of experience

in the field with amnesia.

Either men who wish to forget
where they were,

or a mortar exploded nearby,

ringing their cranium
like a church bell.

I suggest we stick close to
the house for several months,

maybe a year.

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

Until you've made
a full recovery.

I will leave at my leisure,

but I am flattered
by your desire to trap me.

You're not the first.

I will have to shoot you
in the fucking head

if you try to leave, darling.

The front or the back
of the head?

The back.

As to be sure
you were leaving

and I was not being rash.

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

I have missed you.

So, I'm a prisoner?

(SIGHS) This conversation
has gone down

an unfortunate route.

I am sure you will be as happy
as you were before.

As I was before
when I threw myself
from a bridge?

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

I suspect you fell
while looking for fish.

Why would you want
to keep me here

if I do not wish to stay?

If one must drown,

let it be
in the river of love.

Mm.
(GUN COCKS)

David,

does that pheasant
look stripped to the bone?

It was a misjudgment, sir.

I apologize.

(SIGHS)

Dessert, darling?

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GATE RATTLING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(SOMBER STRING MUSIC PLAYING)

ALFIE: It comes off easy?

MAN: Like a button
on a suit.

I saw them do it in Africa
with sharpened rocks,

but had my own
more precise device made.

Do you want
just clitoral hood

or glans as well?

ALFIE: The whole
infernal packet.

DOCTOR:
It will calm her no end.

This time
we will get it done.

I shall get her sedated

and bring her
to your surgery this evening.

(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)

Victoria, darling!

Where are you?

Oh.

Perfect timing.

Martini.

BELLA: Rather not.

I would, however,
like to leave.

I have found our time
together interesting,

but I've ascertained
why I jumped from a bridge.

I wish to go see
my near dead God.

Adorable idea.

Unfortunately, my darling,

my life is dedicated
to the taking of territory.

You are mine,

and that is the long
and short of it.

I am not territory.

The root of the problem
is between your legs.

I will have it off

and it will not distract
and divert you anymore.

You see, a man
spends his life

wrangling
his sexual compulsions.

It's a curse and yet,
in some ways,
his life's work.

A woman's life's work
is children.

I intend to rid you

of that infernal packet
between your legs

and plant a seed in you
straight after.

Let me explain
what has happened.

Victoria, your wife,

threw herself
from a bridge and died.

Godwin Baxter found her,
brought her to his surgery.

He then removed the baby,

removed the brain
from the baby,

transplanted it into my head
and reanimated me.

Ah.
I'll bring you the file.

It's actually
quite fascinating.

However, I will
keep my new life

and my lovely old clitoris,
thank you.

If you'd call
a carriage for me.

They talk and talk,
and yet at some point,

there's nothing left
but to pull a gun.

(GUN COCKS)

(SIGHS)
'Tis the way with women.

(UNNERVING MUSIC PLAYING)

Are you giving in?

I'd rather you shot me
in the fucking heart.

I will oblige if I have to.

Drink the drink, darling.

Chloroform and gin.

(UNNERVING MUSIC CONTINUES)

In some ways,
it would be a relief

to be rid of my questing self.

Sip deeply
and that freedom is yours.

(GRUNTS)

(GUN FIRES)
(ALFIE GROANS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SQUELCHING)
(ALFIE GROANS)

Fuck.

(TENSE MUSIC STOPS)
(SHOES SQUEAK)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

BELLA: Max?

Max. We have
to get him to surgery.

He'll die if we don't.

Bleeding a lot.

You're fucking dead.

Uh, Bella, if he lives,

I do not sense
he is a man who will stop.

Well, I won't watch him
bleed to death.

But I agree,
he could do with improvement.

I've removed the bullet
and stopped the bleeding.

I have the notes.

I am never happier
than when I'm in here.

(BLEATS)

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)

Bella.

You're back.

It was just a story
of someone else,

not Bella Baxter.

All my life,
people's eyes looked at me,

horror, pity...

but you.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

It's all very interesting...

what is happening.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SOLEMN MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SOLEMN MUSIC FADES)

(ANIMAL QUACKING)

Merci.

Anatomy exam
is making me nervous.

I've tested you many times.
You know it.

No one knows anatomy
better than you.

(BOTH SPEAK FRENCH)

Ladies, gin?

Please.

Gin?

(ANIMAL BLEATS)

We should get some water
for the general.

(SMACKING LIPS)

MRS. PRIM: Felicity,

water.

(DELIGHTFUL ORCHESTRAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(BLEATING)

(ALFIE BLEATS)

(DELIGHTFUL ORCHESTRAL
MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DELIGHTFUL
ORCHESTRAL MUSIC FADES)

(PENSIVE ORCHESTRAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(PENSIVE ORCHESTRAL
MUSIC CONTINUES)

(QUIRKY STRING MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SOFT TAPPING)

(CHIMES RING)

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
(WHINING STOPS)