Le mystérieux docteur Cornélius (1984): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
Hail the "Red Hand"! Forever!
Hail the "Red Hand"! Forever!
Rest arms!
Dismiss!
My dear Slug, it was
a very moving ceremony.
The protocol is not yet set,
so we had to improvise.
There are already excellent things.
I liked very much the salute.
It was very good. - Indeed, indeed.
But tell me, Slug. Did you make any
progress with the Island's protection?
We're very well advanced.
For now, the Island of
the Hanged is impregnable.
Sorry?
- Impregnable.
Great...
Come on, faster, faster!
Come on, move, move!
In your ranks! Steady!
Our jailhouse manpower is limited
to these two prisoners. It's not enough.
Yes, but we already have enough
problems with our first two prisoners.
We've not yet received the first payment
of your ransom. We're losing patience.
My life being a long series of follies
it's normal that my kidnapping...
was not taken seriously.
We'll shortly send your
two ears to London, Milord.
It will be known that the
"Red Hand" doesn't joke.
As for you, Pr Bondonnat,
you've been a big disappointment.
The building of this submarine
is your last chance.
This ship fully complies
with your specifications, gentlemen.
Only two men are required to
operate it near the sea bed.
Good. Explain to us
the weapons system.
I chose the simplest way.
The corkscrew principle.
What do you mean?
Because of its small size the submarine
will enter any port very discretely.
Well, then? After that?
Where is he going?
These portholes will allow...
to spot the ships used as silos.
Then the crew will rotate...
this helical rostrum which
will work as a borer.
With the hull pierced, water will
slowly seep into the hold.
In a few hours...
the germination and rotting of the
grain stocked in the ships will be complete.
Well, that's less expensive and
complicated than your weather canon.
For the same result.
Fred Jorgell will be ruined.
Prisoner Buridan.
Yes?
- May I suggest something?
Sir. - As a reserve officer
in the Royal Navy...
I learned that whatever the theory
the sea will have the final word.
Then? -To effectively assess
the efficiency of a ship...
trials at sea are completely essential.
- Prisoner Buridan is perfectly right.
That's why we respectfully ask...
the "Red Hand" leaders
give us as soon as possible
some accumulator batteries.
What's the use for these batteries?
Powering the electric motor
which will propel the submersible.
And help you buzz off!
You take us for morons?
-Don't get angry, Fritz.
We can't prevent two prisoners
dreaming of escape.
In that case the submarine
will be built far from here.
This way you won't have
the opportunity...
to test your machine.
- I'm sorry, gentlemen, but...
you can't escape from
the Island of the Hanged.
You see, Miss, now your brother
has reached exemplary wisdom.
He can leave his cell and take
a walk with the other inmates.
How are you, Baruch?
- He's fine, very fine.
As you can see, he has stopped
repeating his name tirelessly.
What does he say when he speaks?
He has chosen to stay silent
these last few days.
Is that normal?
- It's a sign of calm.
I have the feeling
he doesn't recognize me.
Lack of memory is one of
the symptoms of his disease.
Doctor... What's the color
of my brother's eyes?
Blue grey...
As weeks go by their color fades.
- It's your imagination.
No! Baruch had blue eyes.
Bright blue.
As our mother's eyes.
Maybe...
How do you explain the change?
Drugs have sometimes side effects that
vary depending on the subject.
You understand?
- Not really, Doctor.
Blue or grey, it's not important.
The key is that at the end of
his treatment his brain is healed, right?
Yes, of course.
Whew! What's the style of this castle?
Fred Jorgell is so rich that
he bought several of them.
Several castles?
- Several styles, of course.
Miss de Maubreuil, I presume?
- Yes, that's me.
I'll ask your friends
to wait in the park.
Miss Jorgell wants to
talk with you privately.
This way, please.
We don't know each other, Miss,
but we have something in common.
What?
Grief.
The suffering we endure...
has the same origin:
my brother Baruch.
- Be quiet!
It's a name
I don't want to hear again.
If this is true,
then why are you here?
A certain memory
that I try in vain to tear from me.
I'm torn between two desires.
To know more...
or to forget everything.
- Make up your mind soon, Miss.
I want to talk with you
about him only.
I'll stay.
I was sure we would understand
each other. Follow me.
I piously restored the decor
of my brother's childhood room.
To try to understand the origin of
the evil that gnaws at him.
What evil?
- Hatred.
Baruch has suffered from it
since a tender age.
Some kind of irresistible force
pushing him to hurt all those around him.
You too?
His sickly wickedness
has always spared me.
He's affection is for me only.
Until the day he met you.
How do you know?
While he was hiding in France,
he secretly wrote to me.
What did he say?
- That he had for you a feeling...
that he had never known before.
Violent, angry, unsustainable.
Is it to prove his love
that he murdered my father?
There's no doubt.
For him,
love is a feeling against nature.
To get rid of it he had to struggle
with the weapons at his disposal.
Is it this mental struggle...
that drove him to madness?
Yes, certainly.
If he saw you again, maybe the
shock would give him his reason back.
That's why I insisted so much
on you coming to Xampana.
I can't stand seeing him again.
Don't ask me that.
I beg you.
- He's my father's murderer.
But you loved him!
You won't abandon him.
He is the gentlest of our patients.
He gives us no trouble.
Does he do that often?
Running sand between his legs.
For months now
it's his only activity.
Come.
Look, Baruch.
I came with a visitor.
Do you recognize her?
Do you remember
De Maubreuil's castle? In France.
In Normandy.
Do you remember our walks on the beach?
Come on, Baruch.
Search your memory.
You can remember if you try.
Tell us your name.
"My name is Baruch Jorgell."
Repeat after me.
"My name is Baruch Jorgell."
This scene is odious.
You tried to abuse me
in an ignominious way.
What do you mean?
This man has
the features of your brother.
He's a perfect ringer,
but he's not my father's murderer!
My dreams were not lies.
I had the same feeling but...
I said nothing to not influence you.
- Then what's the meaning of this comedy?
Who tries to fool us?
- I don't know.
It's a mystery that I cannot solve.
Henceforth, you're not alone, Isadora.
Working together, we will
eventually find out the truth.
Nobody has followed you?
I took all the precautions.
Be reassured.
What's the problem then?
You put me in an untenable position.
Meaning?
You know who looks less and less...
like who he should do.
- Everybody changes in time.
Not so fast. Not so much.
You darken the facts.
- It's not in my interest.
True. Your services are expensive.
Not expensive enough, Doctor Corn?lius,
as the risks become
bigger every day.
Too big for me to
continue to undertake them.
Okay. To the point.
The iris of the eyes
have lost their color.
A simple injection will restore
their pigmentation. - Alright.
But the tufts of hair
you implanted are falling out.
And the parapine you injected under
the skin starts to crackle.
Soon the shape of the face
will no longer delude anyone.
What worsens can always be repaired.
It's only a matter of fixing things up.
With a few hours work, you know who
will again become who we want.
You would need weeks...
to restore the mental
conditioning of the patient.
Why?
He remembers things?
- I don't know.
But the artificial memory you
transplanted is fading.
I'm sure of that.
He doesn't answer to his fake name.
Of course, that's more troublesome.
This completely calls into question...
the deal we made.
- Don't panic, Sanchez.
Who could find the truth?
You and I are the only ones
in the know.
A secret can be uncovered.
A truth can be guessed.
Not this one.
Who could imagine that?
However, yesterday,
a young French woman
came to visit the patient.
Miss de Maubreuil?
- Yes.
She clearly had some doubts
about the patient's identity.
But she should never
have approached him!
I had no instructions on this matter.
Yes. Fatal mistake.
You know who must leave
my clinic, dear colleague!
I don't want him there anymore!
-Yes, I got that.
When will you get rid of him?
In one hour, your worries will be over.
You promise?
- I swear.
So?
It's serious.
It seems that Joe Dorgan
is prone to a rejection crisis.
We must terminate him, Corn?lius!
Come on, gentlemen,
I can't play without opponents.
William, a last game?
Not at this game.
You're decidedly too lucky.
Be friendly enough to
lose another game then.
Not tonight. Really.
- Powell?
A game of mouche, ten to one?
- It's too late already, my friend.
A game of rat then.
It'll be more exciting.
You try to indulge me.
Only one game then.
- May I step in, gentlemen?
Of course.
- I do not recommend this game presently.
On what grounds?
Doctor Corn?lius.
- Biologist.
You certainly know that rats are
natural vehicles for serious diseases.
Plague, for instance.
Plague?
The rat population has increased
tenfold in a few weeks.
All the country's rodents seem
to have gathered in the port area.
It's extremely worrying.
What's the explanation for this invasion?
- I don't know.
Very favorable supply means, I guess.
All the ships in the port
have been transformed into grain silos.
It's what attracts rats.
If there's an epidemic, my dear Fred,
you'll be responsible.
I took all the necessary health
precautions aboard my boats.
If there're rats in town,
there are no more than before.
People pretend that thousands of
rats gather, at night, under the big bridge.
I don't believe in these rats...
or in these rat-iocinations, if I may.
All the same, I'll go myself
to the docks to verify.
I would not recommend it.
It could be dangerous.
Rats are aggressive
when they are in packs.
A single bite could infect you.
Gentlemen, I fear no one.
Neither your rats nor your germs
can stop me.
For the bank.
- Thank you, sir.
Why are you stopping here?
It's impossible to go further, sir.
The dock is under construction.
Alright. I'll walk.
- Yes, sir.
What do you want? My money?
- Your life, scum!
You ask a little too much, my friend!
I know these pop-guns.
They fire one shot at a time.
Let's jump this bastard
before he reloads!
Let me have him.
He killed my brother!
Hey, you there!
I was fighting on the docks when
you were still suckling your mothers!
It was a long time ago, grandpa!
Now, you're old and we're two against you!
I'll bleed you like a pig and you...
Thank you, my friends.
You saved my life!
Catch that man!
Driver, stop him!
Leave him to me!
The balloon disappeared and since
then I haven't heard from my protector.
Lord Buridan didn't have
your luck, my friend.
He perished at sea.
You're sure?
- His aerostat has never been found.
My poor benefactor.
- Come on, dry your tears.
I'm as rich as this Englishman.
I'll be your new benefactor.
Is it alright with you?
If you insist so much...
No one can say that
I leave my saviors in misery.
I'm not interested in money, sir.
You have no ambitions?
- Only one.
To find Miss de Maubreuil
to serve her and protect her.
Maubreuil?
Maybe you know her family?
- Indirectly.
I never saw you at the castle.
Alas, you probably met my son instead.
You are...
- Fred Jorgell.
The murderer's father!
I disowned my son and I cursed him!
- Very good!
Miss de Maubreuil is the best friend
of my daughter Isadora these days.
Everything works out for you, Oscar.
- I won't owe anything to this man.
Don't talk nonsense. He's the only
one who can lead you to Miss Andr?e.
Come on, on our way
to the Preston Hotel!
Come with us, Oscar.
- On one condition.
I'll get in next to the driver.
Do you have a light?
None of the French came out. They're
inside, the four of them. - Thanks.
I have a meeting with two people
I don't know. They're French.
They're waiting for you, Mr Dorgan.
The table in the back.
Thank you.
Good evening. I'm Harry Dorgan.
- Jacques Pagannot.
Tonight our fianc?s couldn't wait
to get rid of us and send us to bed.
They noticed we were tired.
That's all.
I don't miss a thing, you know.
During dinner, a waiter handed
a letter to one of the gentlemen.
The hotel bill, probably.
Of course not.
They hid the letter
as soon as I got near.
Why such a mystery?
- I don't know.
As we ate desert, Ravenel said he had
a headache, to leave the table before us.
And then?
- Then I observed him carefully.
He went and made a phone call.
- What do you suspect them of?
We need help.
But we know nobody in this country...
except Miss Isadora.
A very lovely person.
But a young woman isn't
very helpful in such a serious case.
So we thought that maybe her fianc?...
You did well. My own family has been
the victim of the Red Hand's shenanigans.
This criminal organization
is like an octopus.
Its multiple tentacles
can strike everywhere.
We are not so many, us three, to fight
them. You have my unqualified support.
In that case, read this.
I'm constantly watching them.
I'll call back later
to get new instructions.
It's Leonelo.
He's too zealous.
He's worrying for nothing.
On the contrary, he's right.
This meeting is dangerous for us.
Only bar talk. We have nothing to fear.
They probably talk...
about women or horses.
- You don't know.
You know nothing, so shut up!
Calm down!
- Can't you see the noose tightening.
Taken separately, none of our
opponents is to be feared.
But if they pool the information...
that they have each gathered
they will discover everything.
Then, we must act promptly.
Immediately.
- Within an hour.
You pretend that this message
was enclosed in a bottle.
A Mexican fishing boat
caught it in its trawl.
It was delivered
to the French consulate.
It's a joke! Don't you think?
No, it's really Bondonnat's handwriting.
My uncle, the Red Hand's prisoner
and calls for help.
What are we waiting for?
Unfortunately Bondonnat didn't use
a hermetic cap.
Water has partially erased the text.
We know that Bondonnat is detained on
an island but we don't know where.
Miss.
I found this leaving the elevator.
There's a storage room at
the end of the corridor.
All the vents pass inside.
Room number?
- Seven.
Mister.
- Too cold.
You prefer "My darling"?
- A little vulgar. And too soft.
Jacques.
- Very well.
Trust and loyalty are the cement
of harmonious couples.
Good start.
Like Caesar's wife,
the one you love should
be above suspicion.
I underlined the end of the sentence.
There's suddenly
a strange odor in this room.
Open the door. I continue.
Concealment creates doubt.
And doubt destroys peace of mind.
You're not listening!
This window is nailed shut.
It can't be opened.
Whatever. Listen to this...
Look!
I'll ring the housemaid.
What an untidy room.
We'll change it tomorrow.
No dialling tone.
We can't get out!
Keep going, guys!
Fumigate them like bees.
It's the only way to get some honey!
Where are you going?
- Outside to see if everything's alright.
(Prayer to Mary)
Andr?e!
My God! Save us! Open the door!
Stop the car! It's my attacker!
The man on the crane!
Forget it! It's not our business!
He's my new benefactor!
I can't let him die!
To each his master.
Me, I'm here only for Miss Andr?e.
Why are you here?
To ask my mistress
if she has new instructions for me.
But, you're drunk!
- Your torn garments, you got in a fight?
With a band of killers
but I made them flee.
Who did they want to murder?
- A man named Fred Jorgell.
The "Red Hand" strikes.
- Where are you going?
To see Isadora. Now we're all in danger!
- My God, Fr?derique! - Andr?e!
To me the "Red Hand"!
Hello!
Wait. Move over.
Hurry up, Andr?e!
Quick! Quick!
They're safe! They breathe!
- They're saved!
Careful, there're eggs inside!
We'll try to boil them.
- I'm only good at cooking an omelet.
Give me the drinking water.
It smells strongly of oil.
- It will flavor our tea.
What are you doing here?
We work overtime, chief.
We've been asked to speed up our work.
Why these supplies?
- A snack for the night, chief.
You have a strong appetite, both of you.
- Yes, chief.
It's really odd.
-Yes, chief...
Move over.
I'll have a look inside.
The die is cast!
Cast off everything, Bondonnat!
- At your orders, Captain.
The submarine has disappeared!
General alarm!
Hurry up! Come on!
Come on!
Without motor they can only drift.
And with the tide...
- The current will bring them back.
Immersion two meters!
Immersion two meters
in progress, Captain!
Full steam ahead!
We're against the current, Mr Bondonnat.
- Without any difficulty, Captain.
Our legs are as good as electricity.
I just heard about the attack
you led at the Preston Hotel!
I demand an explanation, Corn?lius!
I'm ready to murder everyone
on earth if it's needed...
but if you touch a single
hair of Miss de Maubreuil's head...
I'll crush your head to
a pulp with my bare hands!
Do you understand that, Doctor Corn?lius!
Leave him alone, Baruch!
I am solely responsible for
what happened.
And you admit it!
We only tried to scare the French
and push them to sail back.
No need to make a fuss. - I forbid you
to scare Miss de Maubreuil, hear me?
Alright. Forget it.
Your sister Isadora will
be thrilled about it.
Isadora? - I almost deprived
her of the bridesmaid...
that she had chosen so carefully.
The wedding will finally take place
according to plan.
The wedding? What wedding?
Isadora has suddenly decided
to marry Harry.
Never! I fordbid her!
When you were yourself,
she obeyed you...
but today, for her, who are you?
Another man. A certain Joe.
I don't want! I don't want!
I don't want! You hear me!
I don't want!
Calm down, calm down, my boy!
Did I refuse, each time
you asked something from me?
By jove!
I have wonderful news for you.
That French fashion designer
has kept his word. The dress is ready.
Oh, my wedding dress!
- Here it is.
Can we see it?
- But you mustn't stain it.
We will only touch it with
our eyes Miss MacBlahBlah.
In that case, look!
If it's a joke, it's in very bad taste!
I'll complain to the designer!
Obviously, he had
nothing to do with this.
Nobody would dare to
mock the "Red Hand".
Who could have embroidered this horror?
The invisible fingers
conspiring to our end.
What do you mean?
The threat seems very clear.
They don't want me to marry.
- Harry loves you...
and you love Harry. The "Red Hand"
can't destroy your happiness.
Yes, yes...
We love each other...
but our love is cursed.
Congratulations, congratulations,
nothing but congratulations.
I charge you to answer for me, Agenor.
With the usual thanks.
I can't. You must answer in verse
to wishes of happiness.
You'll do that so much better than me.
What else in the mail?
- Nothing important.
And this letter?
- The project of an unknown inventor.
His invention could make him famous.
It will never happen.
- How do you know?
The writing's so tiny,
no one will ever bother to read it.
I have very good eyes.
Let me see.
Strangely enough,
it's written on a visiting card.
Yes... Strange way to write a thesis.
Probably the rantings of a madman.
Construction project...
for a solar furnace.
You see, a utopia.
It's a subject that has
always fascinated me.
Very clever for smuggling.
With this submarine...
they can avoid the Coast Guard ships.
Do you really think that
we've landed in Xampana?
I'm English, my dear.
- Meaning?
I thought that since Trafalgar,
a Frenchman knew that an Englishman
never commits a navigational mistake.
- If you say so.
With such gear it's
probably a big operation.
A big operation means
a fat bonus for us.
These people will surely tell
us for sure where we are.
Unless they let their
rifles do the talking.
I don't like the way
they hold them.
It's normal.
They wear Coast Guard uniforms.
The "Red Hand" has
accomplices everywhere. - Ouch!
Hands up and advance!
If the "Red Hand" take us
they'll kill us. - Not me.
They want to receive my ransom.
Run away, Bondonnat!
- Not without you.
It would be suicidal
escaping together. Flee, Bondonnat!
If they take you? - You know the
Island's location. You'll come to free me.
So long, Milord!
- So long!
Don't shoot!
My eyes! Stop him!
Agenor told me you were ill.
What's wrong with you, Harry?
- I felt dizzy.
But it's nothing.
Just a little burnout.
This morning he felt very well and
suddenly... - I tell you it's nothing.
You can't become ill so suddenly.
What did he do this morning?
Nothing particularly exhausting.
He has studied a construction
project he received in the mail.
And then?
At noon I tried to get him
to lunch but he wasn't hungry.
It's when he began
to change color.
Go get a Doctor! Fast!
Come on, kiddo! Calm down.
Harry is young and stout.
Trust me. I'm certain
he will recover.
Mr Jorgell has summoned the twelve
most famous Doctors in Xampana.
What's their verdict?
They've consulted together
for four hours. No verdict yet.
So, gentlemen!
Can you give me your verdict at last?
Medicine is far from an
exact science, Mr Jordell.
Jorgell!
My colleagues and I
concluded at a poisoning.
Although we must admit the
cause stays totally unknown to us.
But you didn't stop taking samples.
What comes out from your analysis?
A great mystery, Mr Jorbell.
Jorgell!
Maybe one day, we will eventually
identify the poison...
but alas, it will be too late.
Harry is doomed?
He almost breathes his last.
Since I received this
warning from the "Red Hand"...
I know that happiness
is forbidden to me.
Harry is still alive, Isadora.
You must continue to fight.
We have no right to despair.
Mr Harry had the deepest
friendship for you.
He was a nice guy.
We held him in high esteem.
Maybe you want to see him alive
one last time? - Certainly.
A very strange illness really...
Do you remember the symptoms caused
by this plant my uncle mentioned?
Green leprosy.
Yes.
The same one that annihilated most of
the Ukraine in the 13th century.
It's a wrong lead. Green leprosy
has not reappeared since the Middle Ages.
However the symptoms are the same
as those described by Bondonnat.
Skin color. Suppuration.
Comatose state of the patient.
Simple similarities. Green leprosy was
transmitted by the nettle tree.
A plant that no longer exists nowadays.
You never know. So many
strange things happen in this country...
There was a treatment
against green leprosy.
An extremely simple therapeutic
discovered empirically...
by a Caucasian monk. - But it has never
been verified. It could be a legend.
What is the risk,
given his condition?
You're right.
Agenor, we need a syringe.
What else?
- Simply...
one liter of milk.
I repeat that I'm Lord Buridan, Duke
of Cheshire, peer of England...
and accidentally cousin
of his gracious majesty.
You see, he's mocking us, chief.
Tell me again.
What was your destination?
I don't know.
I was travelling at random.
Following the winds.
Inside a submarine?
- No, I started in a balloon.
It's useless to continue.
- Send him to the hole, chief?
To the asylum. The poor
guy is completely crazy!
Well, my dear, you look
splendid this morning!
Isadora thinks I'm still a little pale.
Maybe we had a heavy hand
with the milk injections...
but with time the butter
contained in milk will go rancid...
and you'll soon be back to your usual color.
- Are you reassured, darling?
I'm not really worried. Your actual color
would go very well with my wedding dress.
Our friend Ravenel has been able to
determine how you were contaminated.
Really?
The murder weapon was none other
than this thesis about a solar furnace.
This strange manuscript?
How can you kill people with paper?
Oscar will help me to demonstrate.
This visiting card is one of
the manuscript's pages.
I choose this one randomly.
In fact they're all the same.
Do you see something special?
No, nothing.
To you, Oscar.
This paper is coated with a colorless...
and very thin abrasive,
but also extremely corrosive.
Presumably diamond powder.
It was then brushed with a concentrated
extract of nettle tree's essence.
But you said this plant
no longer existed?
Indeed, the species has degenerated.
Fortunately it's no longer part
of our common flora...
but some seeds were kept in the botanical
collection of the Prague Museum.
Reckless, because the bottle containing
the seeds was stolen two months ago.
We see again the "Red Hand"s ubiquity.
And the universality of their knowledge.
They know all about physics,
chemistry and botany...
but also about human sciences
and particularly about psychology.
What? Psychology helped to scheme
this diabolical machination?
Precisely.
The "Red Hand" has made a thorough
study of your character.
They know your tastes, your weaknesses...
And also your areas of interest.
Your interest in the future energies.
By sending you this thesis...
about a solar furnace
they were sure
to catch your interest.
I see, but it doesn't explain
how I was poisoned.
Oscar will play your part.
Watch him carefully.
The text is so tiny...
that he must hold the card with
his two hands to read it.
Then?
The abrasive attacks slowly the thumbs
and forefingers holding the paper.
It causes a superficial
ulceration of the fingers...
which allows the poison to
penetrate into the body.
That's it! And you know the rest.
Very well thought-out, my dear friends.
Without you...
Without you, I was a dead man.
Oh, my God! Who knows what these
monsters are scheming against us next?
There's only one way to know.
To infiltrate them.
Undoubtedly, but how to proceed?
Excuse me but, if I may speak,
I have an idea about that.
We're listening, Oscar.
The "Red Hand" always need new
henchmen to execute their dirty work.
He's right.
Where do you think they hire them?
Certainly not in church choirs.
In gymnasiums, sirs.
What an idea!
- The big guys have to train.
It's not silly.
I will cruise the gyms where boxing,
kick-boxing and
weapon handling are practiced.
It's obvious.
You really think the "Red Hand"
will hire you as bodyguard?
Why not?
Someone asks for you.
He's a friend.
Chatting is not part
of your job here.
It's the last time. Understood?
- Yes, sir.
Come on, scram.
The boss is furious. Go away
or he'll sack me.
It's confidential and urgent.
- Come over here.
Read this.
A madman thinks he's a rich Englishman.
- They locked him in a Lunatic Asylum.
So what?
- You still don't understand.
It's Lord Buridan! Nobody knew
about our balloon trip. Everything fits.
We must have him released.
- Impossible.
The shrinks think he's really mad.
- I don't see what we can do then.
I may have an idea.
When did this obsession start?
Suddenly. During a trip to the zoo
he fell in love with a female monkey.
Personality crisis sometimes
take very surprising shapes.
Can he recover?
- With shock therapy, certainly.
Twenty cold showers a day for a month
cure everyone of their taste for monkeys.
Do your best, Doc.
I entrust him to you.
Watch him carefully.
Harry, you're my brother.
You're the only one I can trust.
Come to my rescue, I beg you.
Enough, comrade. Stop moaning.
I want to sleep.
Milord, Milord! Are you there?
Milord, Milord! Are you there?
Shut up! Goddamn!
Can't you leave me alone?
Hurry up, Milord! Adventure awaits
you outside! - What does it mean?
It's time to run away.
He comes with us.
- It's unwise.
A cell mate is like a brother.
I can't leave him behind.
What gives?
- An inmate tried to slay his cell mate.
We must take him to the hospital,
it's an emergency.
One madman more or less.
What's the difference?
First, do you have the
authorization to go out?
Your keys.
You'll be safe there. Come on.
Open the door! It's us!
Who screamed? - Who's waking
us in the middle of the night?
Get out, Baruch! Get out of here!
I don't want a murderer in my home!
- Stop that, father!
This man is not your son.
What do you mean?
- Watch his eyes carefully.
Are they blue like Baruch's eyes...
or our mother's?
Answer me!
It's true. It's not the same blue.
Someone tried to fool us.
This poor crazy is only a face.
A simple lookalike.
- An impostor!
A hoodlum after my money!
He would be quite incapable.
Who are you?
- His cell mate.
Peer of the Realm and
cousin of his gracious majesty.
Maybe my testimony can enlighten you.
- Speak up, sir.
Indeed, when he's awake this man
answers to the name Baruch.
He is fearful, prostrate and silent.
We already know about that. - But you
don't know that he speaks during his sleep.
And in his dreams, his name is Joe.
- Joe!
My brother!
- My name is Baruch Jorgell.
My name is Baruch Jorgell.
- You hear him?
He confesses!
- It's not true.
It's not true! It's not true!
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Hail the "Red Hand"! Forever!
Rest arms!
Dismiss!
My dear Slug, it was
a very moving ceremony.
The protocol is not yet set,
so we had to improvise.
There are already excellent things.
I liked very much the salute.
It was very good. - Indeed, indeed.
But tell me, Slug. Did you make any
progress with the Island's protection?
We're very well advanced.
For now, the Island of
the Hanged is impregnable.
Sorry?
- Impregnable.
Great...
Come on, faster, faster!
Come on, move, move!
In your ranks! Steady!
Our jailhouse manpower is limited
to these two prisoners. It's not enough.
Yes, but we already have enough
problems with our first two prisoners.
We've not yet received the first payment
of your ransom. We're losing patience.
My life being a long series of follies
it's normal that my kidnapping...
was not taken seriously.
We'll shortly send your
two ears to London, Milord.
It will be known that the
"Red Hand" doesn't joke.
As for you, Pr Bondonnat,
you've been a big disappointment.
The building of this submarine
is your last chance.
This ship fully complies
with your specifications, gentlemen.
Only two men are required to
operate it near the sea bed.
Good. Explain to us
the weapons system.
I chose the simplest way.
The corkscrew principle.
What do you mean?
Because of its small size the submarine
will enter any port very discretely.
Well, then? After that?
Where is he going?
These portholes will allow...
to spot the ships used as silos.
Then the crew will rotate...
this helical rostrum which
will work as a borer.
With the hull pierced, water will
slowly seep into the hold.
In a few hours...
the germination and rotting of the
grain stocked in the ships will be complete.
Well, that's less expensive and
complicated than your weather canon.
For the same result.
Fred Jorgell will be ruined.
Prisoner Buridan.
Yes?
- May I suggest something?
Sir. - As a reserve officer
in the Royal Navy...
I learned that whatever the theory
the sea will have the final word.
Then? -To effectively assess
the efficiency of a ship...
trials at sea are completely essential.
- Prisoner Buridan is perfectly right.
That's why we respectfully ask...
the "Red Hand" leaders
give us as soon as possible
some accumulator batteries.
What's the use for these batteries?
Powering the electric motor
which will propel the submersible.
And help you buzz off!
You take us for morons?
-Don't get angry, Fritz.
We can't prevent two prisoners
dreaming of escape.
In that case the submarine
will be built far from here.
This way you won't have
the opportunity...
to test your machine.
- I'm sorry, gentlemen, but...
you can't escape from
the Island of the Hanged.
You see, Miss, now your brother
has reached exemplary wisdom.
He can leave his cell and take
a walk with the other inmates.
How are you, Baruch?
- He's fine, very fine.
As you can see, he has stopped
repeating his name tirelessly.
What does he say when he speaks?
He has chosen to stay silent
these last few days.
Is that normal?
- It's a sign of calm.
I have the feeling
he doesn't recognize me.
Lack of memory is one of
the symptoms of his disease.
Doctor... What's the color
of my brother's eyes?
Blue grey...
As weeks go by their color fades.
- It's your imagination.
No! Baruch had blue eyes.
Bright blue.
As our mother's eyes.
Maybe...
How do you explain the change?
Drugs have sometimes side effects that
vary depending on the subject.
You understand?
- Not really, Doctor.
Blue or grey, it's not important.
The key is that at the end of
his treatment his brain is healed, right?
Yes, of course.
Whew! What's the style of this castle?
Fred Jorgell is so rich that
he bought several of them.
Several castles?
- Several styles, of course.
Miss de Maubreuil, I presume?
- Yes, that's me.
I'll ask your friends
to wait in the park.
Miss Jorgell wants to
talk with you privately.
This way, please.
We don't know each other, Miss,
but we have something in common.
What?
Grief.
The suffering we endure...
has the same origin:
my brother Baruch.
- Be quiet!
It's a name
I don't want to hear again.
If this is true,
then why are you here?
A certain memory
that I try in vain to tear from me.
I'm torn between two desires.
To know more...
or to forget everything.
- Make up your mind soon, Miss.
I want to talk with you
about him only.
I'll stay.
I was sure we would understand
each other. Follow me.
I piously restored the decor
of my brother's childhood room.
To try to understand the origin of
the evil that gnaws at him.
What evil?
- Hatred.
Baruch has suffered from it
since a tender age.
Some kind of irresistible force
pushing him to hurt all those around him.
You too?
His sickly wickedness
has always spared me.
He's affection is for me only.
Until the day he met you.
How do you know?
While he was hiding in France,
he secretly wrote to me.
What did he say?
- That he had for you a feeling...
that he had never known before.
Violent, angry, unsustainable.
Is it to prove his love
that he murdered my father?
There's no doubt.
For him,
love is a feeling against nature.
To get rid of it he had to struggle
with the weapons at his disposal.
Is it this mental struggle...
that drove him to madness?
Yes, certainly.
If he saw you again, maybe the
shock would give him his reason back.
That's why I insisted so much
on you coming to Xampana.
I can't stand seeing him again.
Don't ask me that.
I beg you.
- He's my father's murderer.
But you loved him!
You won't abandon him.
He is the gentlest of our patients.
He gives us no trouble.
Does he do that often?
Running sand between his legs.
For months now
it's his only activity.
Come.
Look, Baruch.
I came with a visitor.
Do you recognize her?
Do you remember
De Maubreuil's castle? In France.
In Normandy.
Do you remember our walks on the beach?
Come on, Baruch.
Search your memory.
You can remember if you try.
Tell us your name.
"My name is Baruch Jorgell."
Repeat after me.
"My name is Baruch Jorgell."
This scene is odious.
You tried to abuse me
in an ignominious way.
What do you mean?
This man has
the features of your brother.
He's a perfect ringer,
but he's not my father's murderer!
My dreams were not lies.
I had the same feeling but...
I said nothing to not influence you.
- Then what's the meaning of this comedy?
Who tries to fool us?
- I don't know.
It's a mystery that I cannot solve.
Henceforth, you're not alone, Isadora.
Working together, we will
eventually find out the truth.
Nobody has followed you?
I took all the precautions.
Be reassured.
What's the problem then?
You put me in an untenable position.
Meaning?
You know who looks less and less...
like who he should do.
- Everybody changes in time.
Not so fast. Not so much.
You darken the facts.
- It's not in my interest.
True. Your services are expensive.
Not expensive enough, Doctor Corn?lius,
as the risks become
bigger every day.
Too big for me to
continue to undertake them.
Okay. To the point.
The iris of the eyes
have lost their color.
A simple injection will restore
their pigmentation. - Alright.
But the tufts of hair
you implanted are falling out.
And the parapine you injected under
the skin starts to crackle.
Soon the shape of the face
will no longer delude anyone.
What worsens can always be repaired.
It's only a matter of fixing things up.
With a few hours work, you know who
will again become who we want.
You would need weeks...
to restore the mental
conditioning of the patient.
Why?
He remembers things?
- I don't know.
But the artificial memory you
transplanted is fading.
I'm sure of that.
He doesn't answer to his fake name.
Of course, that's more troublesome.
This completely calls into question...
the deal we made.
- Don't panic, Sanchez.
Who could find the truth?
You and I are the only ones
in the know.
A secret can be uncovered.
A truth can be guessed.
Not this one.
Who could imagine that?
However, yesterday,
a young French woman
came to visit the patient.
Miss de Maubreuil?
- Yes.
She clearly had some doubts
about the patient's identity.
But she should never
have approached him!
I had no instructions on this matter.
Yes. Fatal mistake.
You know who must leave
my clinic, dear colleague!
I don't want him there anymore!
-Yes, I got that.
When will you get rid of him?
In one hour, your worries will be over.
You promise?
- I swear.
So?
It's serious.
It seems that Joe Dorgan
is prone to a rejection crisis.
We must terminate him, Corn?lius!
Come on, gentlemen,
I can't play without opponents.
William, a last game?
Not at this game.
You're decidedly too lucky.
Be friendly enough to
lose another game then.
Not tonight. Really.
- Powell?
A game of mouche, ten to one?
- It's too late already, my friend.
A game of rat then.
It'll be more exciting.
You try to indulge me.
Only one game then.
- May I step in, gentlemen?
Of course.
- I do not recommend this game presently.
On what grounds?
Doctor Corn?lius.
- Biologist.
You certainly know that rats are
natural vehicles for serious diseases.
Plague, for instance.
Plague?
The rat population has increased
tenfold in a few weeks.
All the country's rodents seem
to have gathered in the port area.
It's extremely worrying.
What's the explanation for this invasion?
- I don't know.
Very favorable supply means, I guess.
All the ships in the port
have been transformed into grain silos.
It's what attracts rats.
If there's an epidemic, my dear Fred,
you'll be responsible.
I took all the necessary health
precautions aboard my boats.
If there're rats in town,
there are no more than before.
People pretend that thousands of
rats gather, at night, under the big bridge.
I don't believe in these rats...
or in these rat-iocinations, if I may.
All the same, I'll go myself
to the docks to verify.
I would not recommend it.
It could be dangerous.
Rats are aggressive
when they are in packs.
A single bite could infect you.
Gentlemen, I fear no one.
Neither your rats nor your germs
can stop me.
For the bank.
- Thank you, sir.
Why are you stopping here?
It's impossible to go further, sir.
The dock is under construction.
Alright. I'll walk.
- Yes, sir.
What do you want? My money?
- Your life, scum!
You ask a little too much, my friend!
I know these pop-guns.
They fire one shot at a time.
Let's jump this bastard
before he reloads!
Let me have him.
He killed my brother!
Hey, you there!
I was fighting on the docks when
you were still suckling your mothers!
It was a long time ago, grandpa!
Now, you're old and we're two against you!
I'll bleed you like a pig and you...
Thank you, my friends.
You saved my life!
Catch that man!
Driver, stop him!
Leave him to me!
The balloon disappeared and since
then I haven't heard from my protector.
Lord Buridan didn't have
your luck, my friend.
He perished at sea.
You're sure?
- His aerostat has never been found.
My poor benefactor.
- Come on, dry your tears.
I'm as rich as this Englishman.
I'll be your new benefactor.
Is it alright with you?
If you insist so much...
No one can say that
I leave my saviors in misery.
I'm not interested in money, sir.
You have no ambitions?
- Only one.
To find Miss de Maubreuil
to serve her and protect her.
Maubreuil?
Maybe you know her family?
- Indirectly.
I never saw you at the castle.
Alas, you probably met my son instead.
You are...
- Fred Jorgell.
The murderer's father!
I disowned my son and I cursed him!
- Very good!
Miss de Maubreuil is the best friend
of my daughter Isadora these days.
Everything works out for you, Oscar.
- I won't owe anything to this man.
Don't talk nonsense. He's the only
one who can lead you to Miss Andr?e.
Come on, on our way
to the Preston Hotel!
Come with us, Oscar.
- On one condition.
I'll get in next to the driver.
Do you have a light?
None of the French came out. They're
inside, the four of them. - Thanks.
I have a meeting with two people
I don't know. They're French.
They're waiting for you, Mr Dorgan.
The table in the back.
Thank you.
Good evening. I'm Harry Dorgan.
- Jacques Pagannot.
Tonight our fianc?s couldn't wait
to get rid of us and send us to bed.
They noticed we were tired.
That's all.
I don't miss a thing, you know.
During dinner, a waiter handed
a letter to one of the gentlemen.
The hotel bill, probably.
Of course not.
They hid the letter
as soon as I got near.
Why such a mystery?
- I don't know.
As we ate desert, Ravenel said he had
a headache, to leave the table before us.
And then?
- Then I observed him carefully.
He went and made a phone call.
- What do you suspect them of?
We need help.
But we know nobody in this country...
except Miss Isadora.
A very lovely person.
But a young woman isn't
very helpful in such a serious case.
So we thought that maybe her fianc?...
You did well. My own family has been
the victim of the Red Hand's shenanigans.
This criminal organization
is like an octopus.
Its multiple tentacles
can strike everywhere.
We are not so many, us three, to fight
them. You have my unqualified support.
In that case, read this.
I'm constantly watching them.
I'll call back later
to get new instructions.
It's Leonelo.
He's too zealous.
He's worrying for nothing.
On the contrary, he's right.
This meeting is dangerous for us.
Only bar talk. We have nothing to fear.
They probably talk...
about women or horses.
- You don't know.
You know nothing, so shut up!
Calm down!
- Can't you see the noose tightening.
Taken separately, none of our
opponents is to be feared.
But if they pool the information...
that they have each gathered
they will discover everything.
Then, we must act promptly.
Immediately.
- Within an hour.
You pretend that this message
was enclosed in a bottle.
A Mexican fishing boat
caught it in its trawl.
It was delivered
to the French consulate.
It's a joke! Don't you think?
No, it's really Bondonnat's handwriting.
My uncle, the Red Hand's prisoner
and calls for help.
What are we waiting for?
Unfortunately Bondonnat didn't use
a hermetic cap.
Water has partially erased the text.
We know that Bondonnat is detained on
an island but we don't know where.
Miss.
I found this leaving the elevator.
There's a storage room at
the end of the corridor.
All the vents pass inside.
Room number?
- Seven.
Mister.
- Too cold.
You prefer "My darling"?
- A little vulgar. And too soft.
Jacques.
- Very well.
Trust and loyalty are the cement
of harmonious couples.
Good start.
Like Caesar's wife,
the one you love should
be above suspicion.
I underlined the end of the sentence.
There's suddenly
a strange odor in this room.
Open the door. I continue.
Concealment creates doubt.
And doubt destroys peace of mind.
You're not listening!
This window is nailed shut.
It can't be opened.
Whatever. Listen to this...
Look!
I'll ring the housemaid.
What an untidy room.
We'll change it tomorrow.
No dialling tone.
We can't get out!
Keep going, guys!
Fumigate them like bees.
It's the only way to get some honey!
Where are you going?
- Outside to see if everything's alright.
(Prayer to Mary)
Andr?e!
My God! Save us! Open the door!
Stop the car! It's my attacker!
The man on the crane!
Forget it! It's not our business!
He's my new benefactor!
I can't let him die!
To each his master.
Me, I'm here only for Miss Andr?e.
Why are you here?
To ask my mistress
if she has new instructions for me.
But, you're drunk!
- Your torn garments, you got in a fight?
With a band of killers
but I made them flee.
Who did they want to murder?
- A man named Fred Jorgell.
The "Red Hand" strikes.
- Where are you going?
To see Isadora. Now we're all in danger!
- My God, Fr?derique! - Andr?e!
To me the "Red Hand"!
Hello!
Wait. Move over.
Hurry up, Andr?e!
Quick! Quick!
They're safe! They breathe!
- They're saved!
Careful, there're eggs inside!
We'll try to boil them.
- I'm only good at cooking an omelet.
Give me the drinking water.
It smells strongly of oil.
- It will flavor our tea.
What are you doing here?
We work overtime, chief.
We've been asked to speed up our work.
Why these supplies?
- A snack for the night, chief.
You have a strong appetite, both of you.
- Yes, chief.
It's really odd.
-Yes, chief...
Move over.
I'll have a look inside.
The die is cast!
Cast off everything, Bondonnat!
- At your orders, Captain.
The submarine has disappeared!
General alarm!
Hurry up! Come on!
Come on!
Without motor they can only drift.
And with the tide...
- The current will bring them back.
Immersion two meters!
Immersion two meters
in progress, Captain!
Full steam ahead!
We're against the current, Mr Bondonnat.
- Without any difficulty, Captain.
Our legs are as good as electricity.
I just heard about the attack
you led at the Preston Hotel!
I demand an explanation, Corn?lius!
I'm ready to murder everyone
on earth if it's needed...
but if you touch a single
hair of Miss de Maubreuil's head...
I'll crush your head to
a pulp with my bare hands!
Do you understand that, Doctor Corn?lius!
Leave him alone, Baruch!
I am solely responsible for
what happened.
And you admit it!
We only tried to scare the French
and push them to sail back.
No need to make a fuss. - I forbid you
to scare Miss de Maubreuil, hear me?
Alright. Forget it.
Your sister Isadora will
be thrilled about it.
Isadora? - I almost deprived
her of the bridesmaid...
that she had chosen so carefully.
The wedding will finally take place
according to plan.
The wedding? What wedding?
Isadora has suddenly decided
to marry Harry.
Never! I fordbid her!
When you were yourself,
she obeyed you...
but today, for her, who are you?
Another man. A certain Joe.
I don't want! I don't want!
I don't want! You hear me!
I don't want!
Calm down, calm down, my boy!
Did I refuse, each time
you asked something from me?
By jove!
I have wonderful news for you.
That French fashion designer
has kept his word. The dress is ready.
Oh, my wedding dress!
- Here it is.
Can we see it?
- But you mustn't stain it.
We will only touch it with
our eyes Miss MacBlahBlah.
In that case, look!
If it's a joke, it's in very bad taste!
I'll complain to the designer!
Obviously, he had
nothing to do with this.
Nobody would dare to
mock the "Red Hand".
Who could have embroidered this horror?
The invisible fingers
conspiring to our end.
What do you mean?
The threat seems very clear.
They don't want me to marry.
- Harry loves you...
and you love Harry. The "Red Hand"
can't destroy your happiness.
Yes, yes...
We love each other...
but our love is cursed.
Congratulations, congratulations,
nothing but congratulations.
I charge you to answer for me, Agenor.
With the usual thanks.
I can't. You must answer in verse
to wishes of happiness.
You'll do that so much better than me.
What else in the mail?
- Nothing important.
And this letter?
- The project of an unknown inventor.
His invention could make him famous.
It will never happen.
- How do you know?
The writing's so tiny,
no one will ever bother to read it.
I have very good eyes.
Let me see.
Strangely enough,
it's written on a visiting card.
Yes... Strange way to write a thesis.
Probably the rantings of a madman.
Construction project...
for a solar furnace.
You see, a utopia.
It's a subject that has
always fascinated me.
Very clever for smuggling.
With this submarine...
they can avoid the Coast Guard ships.
Do you really think that
we've landed in Xampana?
I'm English, my dear.
- Meaning?
I thought that since Trafalgar,
a Frenchman knew that an Englishman
never commits a navigational mistake.
- If you say so.
With such gear it's
probably a big operation.
A big operation means
a fat bonus for us.
These people will surely tell
us for sure where we are.
Unless they let their
rifles do the talking.
I don't like the way
they hold them.
It's normal.
They wear Coast Guard uniforms.
The "Red Hand" has
accomplices everywhere. - Ouch!
Hands up and advance!
If the "Red Hand" take us
they'll kill us. - Not me.
They want to receive my ransom.
Run away, Bondonnat!
- Not without you.
It would be suicidal
escaping together. Flee, Bondonnat!
If they take you? - You know the
Island's location. You'll come to free me.
So long, Milord!
- So long!
Don't shoot!
My eyes! Stop him!
Agenor told me you were ill.
What's wrong with you, Harry?
- I felt dizzy.
But it's nothing.
Just a little burnout.
This morning he felt very well and
suddenly... - I tell you it's nothing.
You can't become ill so suddenly.
What did he do this morning?
Nothing particularly exhausting.
He has studied a construction
project he received in the mail.
And then?
At noon I tried to get him
to lunch but he wasn't hungry.
It's when he began
to change color.
Go get a Doctor! Fast!
Come on, kiddo! Calm down.
Harry is young and stout.
Trust me. I'm certain
he will recover.
Mr Jorgell has summoned the twelve
most famous Doctors in Xampana.
What's their verdict?
They've consulted together
for four hours. No verdict yet.
So, gentlemen!
Can you give me your verdict at last?
Medicine is far from an
exact science, Mr Jordell.
Jorgell!
My colleagues and I
concluded at a poisoning.
Although we must admit the
cause stays totally unknown to us.
But you didn't stop taking samples.
What comes out from your analysis?
A great mystery, Mr Jorbell.
Jorgell!
Maybe one day, we will eventually
identify the poison...
but alas, it will be too late.
Harry is doomed?
He almost breathes his last.
Since I received this
warning from the "Red Hand"...
I know that happiness
is forbidden to me.
Harry is still alive, Isadora.
You must continue to fight.
We have no right to despair.
Mr Harry had the deepest
friendship for you.
He was a nice guy.
We held him in high esteem.
Maybe you want to see him alive
one last time? - Certainly.
A very strange illness really...
Do you remember the symptoms caused
by this plant my uncle mentioned?
Green leprosy.
Yes.
The same one that annihilated most of
the Ukraine in the 13th century.
It's a wrong lead. Green leprosy
has not reappeared since the Middle Ages.
However the symptoms are the same
as those described by Bondonnat.
Skin color. Suppuration.
Comatose state of the patient.
Simple similarities. Green leprosy was
transmitted by the nettle tree.
A plant that no longer exists nowadays.
You never know. So many
strange things happen in this country...
There was a treatment
against green leprosy.
An extremely simple therapeutic
discovered empirically...
by a Caucasian monk. - But it has never
been verified. It could be a legend.
What is the risk,
given his condition?
You're right.
Agenor, we need a syringe.
What else?
- Simply...
one liter of milk.
I repeat that I'm Lord Buridan, Duke
of Cheshire, peer of England...
and accidentally cousin
of his gracious majesty.
You see, he's mocking us, chief.
Tell me again.
What was your destination?
I don't know.
I was travelling at random.
Following the winds.
Inside a submarine?
- No, I started in a balloon.
It's useless to continue.
- Send him to the hole, chief?
To the asylum. The poor
guy is completely crazy!
Well, my dear, you look
splendid this morning!
Isadora thinks I'm still a little pale.
Maybe we had a heavy hand
with the milk injections...
but with time the butter
contained in milk will go rancid...
and you'll soon be back to your usual color.
- Are you reassured, darling?
I'm not really worried. Your actual color
would go very well with my wedding dress.
Our friend Ravenel has been able to
determine how you were contaminated.
Really?
The murder weapon was none other
than this thesis about a solar furnace.
This strange manuscript?
How can you kill people with paper?
Oscar will help me to demonstrate.
This visiting card is one of
the manuscript's pages.
I choose this one randomly.
In fact they're all the same.
Do you see something special?
No, nothing.
To you, Oscar.
This paper is coated with a colorless...
and very thin abrasive,
but also extremely corrosive.
Presumably diamond powder.
It was then brushed with a concentrated
extract of nettle tree's essence.
But you said this plant
no longer existed?
Indeed, the species has degenerated.
Fortunately it's no longer part
of our common flora...
but some seeds were kept in the botanical
collection of the Prague Museum.
Reckless, because the bottle containing
the seeds was stolen two months ago.
We see again the "Red Hand"s ubiquity.
And the universality of their knowledge.
They know all about physics,
chemistry and botany...
but also about human sciences
and particularly about psychology.
What? Psychology helped to scheme
this diabolical machination?
Precisely.
The "Red Hand" has made a thorough
study of your character.
They know your tastes, your weaknesses...
And also your areas of interest.
Your interest in the future energies.
By sending you this thesis...
about a solar furnace
they were sure
to catch your interest.
I see, but it doesn't explain
how I was poisoned.
Oscar will play your part.
Watch him carefully.
The text is so tiny...
that he must hold the card with
his two hands to read it.
Then?
The abrasive attacks slowly the thumbs
and forefingers holding the paper.
It causes a superficial
ulceration of the fingers...
which allows the poison to
penetrate into the body.
That's it! And you know the rest.
Very well thought-out, my dear friends.
Without you...
Without you, I was a dead man.
Oh, my God! Who knows what these
monsters are scheming against us next?
There's only one way to know.
To infiltrate them.
Undoubtedly, but how to proceed?
Excuse me but, if I may speak,
I have an idea about that.
We're listening, Oscar.
The "Red Hand" always need new
henchmen to execute their dirty work.
He's right.
Where do you think they hire them?
Certainly not in church choirs.
In gymnasiums, sirs.
What an idea!
- The big guys have to train.
It's not silly.
I will cruise the gyms where boxing,
kick-boxing and
weapon handling are practiced.
It's obvious.
You really think the "Red Hand"
will hire you as bodyguard?
Why not?
Someone asks for you.
He's a friend.
Chatting is not part
of your job here.
It's the last time. Understood?
- Yes, sir.
Come on, scram.
The boss is furious. Go away
or he'll sack me.
It's confidential and urgent.
- Come over here.
Read this.
A madman thinks he's a rich Englishman.
- They locked him in a Lunatic Asylum.
So what?
- You still don't understand.
It's Lord Buridan! Nobody knew
about our balloon trip. Everything fits.
We must have him released.
- Impossible.
The shrinks think he's really mad.
- I don't see what we can do then.
I may have an idea.
When did this obsession start?
Suddenly. During a trip to the zoo
he fell in love with a female monkey.
Personality crisis sometimes
take very surprising shapes.
Can he recover?
- With shock therapy, certainly.
Twenty cold showers a day for a month
cure everyone of their taste for monkeys.
Do your best, Doc.
I entrust him to you.
Watch him carefully.
Harry, you're my brother.
You're the only one I can trust.
Come to my rescue, I beg you.
Enough, comrade. Stop moaning.
I want to sleep.
Milord, Milord! Are you there?
Milord, Milord! Are you there?
Shut up! Goddamn!
Can't you leave me alone?
Hurry up, Milord! Adventure awaits
you outside! - What does it mean?
It's time to run away.
He comes with us.
- It's unwise.
A cell mate is like a brother.
I can't leave him behind.
What gives?
- An inmate tried to slay his cell mate.
We must take him to the hospital,
it's an emergency.
One madman more or less.
What's the difference?
First, do you have the
authorization to go out?
Your keys.
You'll be safe there. Come on.
Open the door! It's us!
Who screamed? - Who's waking
us in the middle of the night?
Get out, Baruch! Get out of here!
I don't want a murderer in my home!
- Stop that, father!
This man is not your son.
What do you mean?
- Watch his eyes carefully.
Are they blue like Baruch's eyes...
or our mother's?
Answer me!
It's true. It's not the same blue.
Someone tried to fool us.
This poor crazy is only a face.
A simple lookalike.
- An impostor!
A hoodlum after my money!
He would be quite incapable.
Who are you?
- His cell mate.
Peer of the Realm and
cousin of his gracious majesty.
Maybe my testimony can enlighten you.
- Speak up, sir.
Indeed, when he's awake this man
answers to the name Baruch.
He is fearful, prostrate and silent.
We already know about that. - But you
don't know that he speaks during his sleep.
And in his dreams, his name is Joe.
- Joe!
My brother!
- My name is Baruch Jorgell.
My name is Baruch Jorgell.
- You hear him?
He confesses!
- It's not true.
It's not true! It's not true!
Timings: Pinhead
Translation: aloysius70
Proofread : Corvusalbus