"ASSEMBLY OF FILMMAKERS "CAMERA" presents a film based on THEOPHILE GAUTIER's novel" "AVATAR; or, THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION" "director of photography written and directed by" "Well, I see that I have not in you a case of every-day pathology." "None of those that a doctor either cures or aggravates." "You don't have hypertrophy of the heart, nor tubercles on lungs, nor a softening of spinal marrow, nor effusions upon the brain, nor typhoid, nor any neuroloical disease." "However, your condition is more serious than you are aware of." "The old routine science cultivated in Europe, can do nothing for you, at any rate." "You have no longer the desire to live." "You could, if I left you alone, die without any specific ailments." "It was quite time to send for me." "For your soul is clinging to your body by the merest thread." "But we... ..will tie them together by a strong knot." "Monsieur Cherbonneau," "I don't know whether you can cure me;" "and I don't think I have any desire that you should;" "but I must admit that you have immediately discovered the mysterious state in which you find me." "Life seems to be so distant from me." "Like I would have already left..." "the mortal regions." "You are suffering froma chronic incapability of living." "The disease is a purely moral one, and is commoner than is generally supposed." "The mind!" "The mind is an agent which can kill quite as prussic acid or the flash from a Leyden jar." "So, what is tormenting you?" "Secret artistic ambitions?" "Thirst for power?" "Perhaps some woman has deceived you?" "No, doctor." "I have not even had that good fortune." "And yet, I read in your lustreless eyes, the title of one of Shakespeare's plays." "As plainly, as though it were stamped in gilt letters on the back of morocco binding." "And what is the play whose name" "I so unwittingly point for you?" "Love's Labour's Lost." "It means, if I am not mistaken, the lost labors of love." "Right." "Please, give me your confidence." "I am a mental physician, and you are my patient." "Like the priest of his penitent," "I demand from you a full confession." "You may make it without going on your knees." "What would be the good of it?" "It is not going to alleviate my suffering and it certainly won't cure it." "Perhaps!" "Fine." "I don't want you to think me childishly obstinate." "But don't expect anything very singular or romantic." "It is, indeed, a very old and very common history." "But he to whom it happens always finds it new, and breaks his heart over it." "Honestly, nothing is more extraordinary to me than the commonest occurences." "Well, then, doctor," "I am dying of love." "Do not say a single word, Monsieur Octave." "You love me" " I know." "I hoped that my persistent coldness would weary and estrange you." "But as we can see, nothing can wear out true love." "However, do not let my present sympathy give rise to any illusion on your part." "I adore my husband." "I curse the caprice which brought me to Florence." "And the wild Caucasian war, for which patriotism, has called my husband." "Distancing him from me." "How was your sleep today my darling?" "Initially, I was tormented by horrible nightmares." "I had a dream that you left me again for some Caucasian or Balkan war." "Once again, I heard that terrifying, favorite song of yours." "What song?" ""They slay, they die, and laugh."" "You should know tough, that I have learned this old Lithuanian song from your late father." "Yes, my poor mother didn't like it either." "What was next?" " "And if you ask them..."" " I meant your dream." "True..." "Then the nightmare subsided." "I found myself in some sort of bed made of swansdown." "I was lying, swayed by quiet murmur of fountain, when..." "You approached me, leaned over, and said, as always," ""Everywhere, ever, with you I shall stay."" ""There, then, a part of my soul I had left."" "But it wasn't a dream anymore, my darling." "It was real." "Don't you remember?" "Do you deign to eat an egg, Madame Countess?" "But then again, the nightmares started to suffocate me." "Once again, I was in that horrible Florence;" "left by you at the mercy of old aunts and... boring courtiers." "Courtiers?" "Please, don't give way to grief you." "I forbid you." "Try to think of something else." "Travel, work;" "take an active part in life." "Console yourself with art, or in another love." "Do you think you will suffer less if you continue to see me?" "So, please visit me." "I shall always be willing to receive you." "God has said that we should pardon our enemies." "Why, then, should one treat those who love us worse?" "The next day I quitted Florence." "But neither study nor travel nor time has diminished my pain." "I feel that I am dying." "Don't interfere with me, doctor, and prevent me." "Have you ever seen the Countess again?" "No, but I know she is in Paris." "COUNTESS MAGDALENA NATALIA LABINSKI" ""Receives visits on Thursday."" "You story proves that all hope on your part would be quite chimerical." "The countess will never yield to your love." "You see then that I am quite right in not striving to resume my hold on the life which is withdrawing itself from me." "Withdrawing, withdrawing..." "Not so fast." "I have said that there is no hope from ordinary methods, but there still exist different ones, unknown to modern science." "But, Monsieur Octave, you have described the culprit of your disease so finely, that I can almost see her, wearing that white shawl, on the terrace of Salviati residence in Florence." "Nevertheless, let me be excused for asking," "Do you perhaps have any daguerreotype, or miniature of Countess?" "I would be glad to see the portrait of Count as well." "It's probably even more important." "Unfortunately, much to my regret," "I don't have any..." "Be brave, Monsieur de Saville!" "I have..." "Utter childishness." "I was drawing sometime ago." "It's excessive humiliation." "What are you doing!" "?" "Modesty of an artist?" "It is good, however, that you're nervous.The vital strength returns." "Perfectly..." "It is her." "I guess." "Count?" "I only saw him once from afar." "Perfectly..." " Did you call me?" " No..." " Do you feel better, sir?" " No, no... go away." "Did you study fine arts?" "Oh no, these are amateur attempts." "Dear Monsieur Octave," "I have already told you that there are certain mystical forces, the tradition of which has been preserved in those strange lands, which an ignorant civilisation has contemptuously stigmatized as barbarous." "There, in the first days of life, the human race, living as it did in immediate contact with the active forces of nature, learned the secrets which were afterwards for the most part forgotten." "I have reached them, going through all the stages of initiation" "Catalepsy, somnambulism, telepathy, clairvoyance in ecstasy." "But these were the beginnings." "I soared still higher." "The trances of Cardan and Saint Thomas Aquinas." "The nervous seizures of the ancient Pythonesses." "The mysteries of Trophonius and Esculapius." "But there is more..." "I went to India, and there..." "Do you know what avatar is?" "No... maybe... it is..." "Avatar, reincarnation." "Journey of the soul through ten different forms." "The soul disattaches itself from the body, leaves it and can enter into different shapes." "If, I were to pronounce the word, having made the sacred gestures before, thy soul would fly away to animate the body of whatever man or beast I should name to it." "What do you mean by all this, doctor?" "I dare not allow myself to fathom the dizzy depths of your thoughts." "I mean, that Countess Magdalena would be very clever if she were able to discover the soul of Octave de Saville in the body of her husband, Count Olgierd Labinski." "You touched me deeply, my dearest, with your Florence memories." "I have never doubted your love and fidelity." "But blindly, I haven't thought to what tests could they be put on." "I forgot, surrounded by my comrades in arms, that there still are quite a few young freeloaders on parquets of Europe's parlors." "They are studying war from letters of the fallen on field of glory." "But they are only seeking names of the young, beautiful widows, yearning for comfort." "My dear, the helpless de Saville really behaved impeccably." "But I believe you, darling, and it's not the thing that concerns me." "But your anxiety, the dreams that haunt you?" "Oh, I am fine." "And yet, maybe it should be consulted with the doctor?" "I just got the letter from our beloved Alfons." "He writes about this famous doctor Cherbonneau." "Do you want to listen?" "Willingly." ""My dear... forgive me for late return... real miracles, she was..." "exceptional... you were right..."" "Not this, further." "Here." ""So it makes me no wonder that they call him a doctor of the dead, or reviver." "Recently, he rescued a lovely child, whose throat was strangled by iron fingers of croup;" "the poet who was afflicted by delirium tremens;" "and a scientist suffering from encephalitis, who had already resigned on results of his discovery." "However, sometimes he does not agree to undertake a treatment; even for huge amount of money." "I have to admit that this character makes me curious." "Maybe I'm unfair, my dear, but I consider it as ordinary charlatanry." "I on the other hand, shame to admit, am inclined to this with a certain amount of faith." "You are a true Slav, my dear." "And you'll always have the Slavic predilection towards the wonders of nature, which couldn't be mitigated even by the most careful upbringing" "All hope lies within Parisian wind which should cool your excitement." "You are truly the greatest rationalist over the Seine, dear Magdalena." "Therefore, with the coolest forehead possible," "I will visit Balthazar Cherbonneau." "No I'm not a scientist in the sense that is attached to this word." "On the contrary, exploring certain things, despised by science," "I mastered secret, unused forces, and got the results that seem miraculous." "Although they are perfectly natural." "Would you, Monsieur le Comte, like to see and judge some of my recent experiments?" "I will be very honored." "He is in no pain at all." "You may stab him without fear;" "not a muscle of his face will stir." "I might have cut off one of his legs or arms, and he would not have felt it." "And if you stabbed his head?" "Well, head..." "Don't you believe, Count that the Fountain of Youth is pouring out its waters somewhere?" "I believed in it, and found it." "The man does not invent anything." "Each dream is a premonition or a memory." "You have doubtless, heard of the magic mirror in which Mephistopheles shewed Faust the image of Helen." "Admittedly, I am not Mephistopheles, but I can perhaps entertain you with this innocent wonder-worker." "Bend your eyes over this cup and think intently of any person you would like to see." "You only need to think." "Think intensively." "Living or dead, far away or near at hand, will answer your call from the other end of the world;" "or from the depths of history." "Unbelievable." "And now let us pass on to something still more curious." "Please put your hand here, Monsieur le Comte." "Monsieur Octave, your disguise is quite ready for you." " Is he dead?" " Of course not." "I have only put him to sleep for the act of reinacarnation." "Now, it's your turn." "If you haven't made up your mind," "I can easily awaken the count." "I ought not to conceal from you that interchange of souls is not without its dangers." "But consider the fact, Monsieur, that such an opportunity may never repeat again." "I am ready." "Good, young man!" "This passion, which recoils before no danger, pleases me." "There are really but two things in the world, passion and will." "If you are not happy, it will certainly not be my fault." "Come on, come on..." "You must yield yourself up with the most perfect confidence to my power." "Fix your eyes on my eyes." "The charm already begins to work." "Your conceptions of time and space are fading away;" "your consciousness of me is being lost." "The eyelids are closing, closing." "The mind slumbers, slumbers; the threads which tie the soul to the body are unloosed." "Well, what's there that still resists?" "What boisterous thought it is?" "Oh, it's all right now, it's... all right now." "Boots and saddle!" "Boots and saddle!" "Ready your guns!" "Magdalena..." "Magdalena..." "Come on..." "come on..." "Avatar, avatar!" "Avatar." "Avatar!" "Typical Polish, horned soul." "Not like this Parisian spark, the saloon dandy." "Monsieur Octave..." "What do you think of your new habitation?" "Does your soul feel comfortably settled, in the body of this knight, the husband of the fairest woman in the world?" "If it had not been I myself who had just now presided over the interchange of your souls," "I should take you for the legitimate, Polish Count," "Olgierd Labinski." "Now that the doors of beautiful Magdalena's boudoir are thrown wide open to you, you are no longer so anxious about being allowed to die, are you?" "Doctor, you have the power of a god;" "or, at any rate, of a demon!" "There is not the least devilry in the matter." "By what reward, or by what devotion, can I show you my gratitude for such a service?" "You owe me nothing." "I was touched by you." "And for an old, sly Lascar like me, emotion is a rare thing." "That's all." "And what will happen to Count?" "I mean, with me." "I mean... with the spirit of Count in my previous body." "Meanwhile, let him sleep well." "Afterwards, I will wake up your old envelope, with all the care and precaution it deserves." "Doctor, thank you once again!" "Goodbye." "Did Monsieur le Comte called?" "Yes." "Is Madame already asleep?" "Madame has just retired to her dressing-room, but she will be able to see you presently." "Monsieur le Comte." "Monsieur is satisfied, I hope, with the few experiments" "I have had the honour of making before him?" "Oh my god, satisfied?" "Rather dazed." "May I hope that he does not regret his evening, and that he will leave me convinced that magnetism is not mere fable and deceit, as orthodox science pretends." "Indeed, indeed." "My wife thinks so as well..." "It's time for me." "Thank you, doctor." "Thank you." "Where in the world have you brought me to, you prat?" "Is this the Labinski palace, fool?" "Pardon, monsieur, I did not understand." "Please excuse me, there have not been any visits planned for today." " Thursday is the day of visits." " Are you drunk or mad, idiot?" "Get out of my face!" "You must be either drunk or mad yourself, my fine fellow." "Scoundrel!" "If it were not for my own self-respect..." "Quiet..." "You dog, forbid you even remaining here for the night!" "I will break you in pieces across my knee, and throw the bits into the street." "Be off at once, or I shall kill you as I would a mad dog." "Come, come, calm yourself." "Is it a sensible thing for you to get yourself into such a state?" "Dressed like someone from high society!" "Rascals do you let this miserable blackguard insult your master?" "Look, he's crazy!" "He considers himself to be our Count." "Caution, the lord is coming." "This is Monsiuer le Comte Labinski." "You lured him with the noise of this ridiciouls affray." "Monsieur, be good enough to cease compromising yourself with these servants." "If you wish to speak to Count Labinski, he can be seen between noon and two o'clock." "Madame la Comtesse receives the visits on Thursdays;" "of those who have had the honour of being presented to her." "Does Monsieur feel better?" "Yes..." "Where am I?" "At home, at home!" "At home?" "Do you want to take off your clothes?" "No... not yet." "Shall I leave you or remain here, sir?" "Leave me alone." "I shall not go to bed, sir, and if you should want anything..." "Octave de Saville." "De Saville, de Saville..." "Who the hell he is?" "De Saville..." "Florence." "Old aunts... boring courtiers... and Cherbonneau, charlatan." "Wait a minute..." "So now, he maybe..." "I'm here and he is... there with my Magdalena... with my dear Magdalena!" "?" "Oh no..." "Never!" "Saddle the horses!" "I will burn the palace." "I will kill them both!" "I'll kill, I'll kill..." "I will kill them all." "have you called me, sir?" "No!" "Would you like anything?" "No, go to sleep." "No, my lord, the days of witchcraft and wizardry are gone." "You can't abduct Polish Count this way in the middle of Paris in 19th century!" "Polish Count, who loaned million from Rotschild." "Relative of the greatest families." "Husband loved by high-status woman!" "Honored with the Order of St. Andrew, first class!" "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." "That damned doctor will pay me for this bad joke." "Madame la Comtesse is ready to receive Monsieur." "Right." "I will be in a moment." "Oh, it is you." "How late you were in coming home tonight." "You can leave Hermione, I won't need you today." "You you are neglecting me." "You would not at one time have left me alone through a whole long evening." "Did you think of me at least?" "Perpetually, perpetually!" "Oh no, not perpetually." "I know when you are thinking of me." "Even when you are far away." "This evening, for example," "I was seated at the piano playing some of Weber's music and I felt sad and bored." "Then I felt your spirit hovering around me in the sonorous whirl of the notes." "But just as I struck the last chord, it flew away, I don't know where, and it never returned again." "Don't deny;" "I am sure of what I say!" "Really, I do not recognize you today." "You are oddly excited." "You look at me like you..." "Like what?" "Like you wouldn't be my husband." "What are you doing, Olgierd!" "?" "You are scaring me!" "Where have you been tonight?" "I..." "I..." "But calm down, what's happening to you?" "A thousand wild ideas course through my brain." "Why are you looking at me like... at courtesan?" "Could the corruption of Paris have tainted your chaste heart?" "No, no!" "No, Magdalena!" "Magdalena, hear me out!" "Rejected, despised..." "Even as a husband." "Good morning!" "Are you going to get up, sir ?" "Would you maybe like a breakfast to be served to bed?" "Yes, I will it in bed." "What do you want to eat?" "The usual." "Monsieur Alfred is here." "Let him in?" "Good morning, Octave." "What are you doing, what has become of you?" "Are you dead or still alive?" "One never sees you anywhere, and if one writes, one can't get an answer." "I ought to be oflfended by your behaviour, but I can't let an old college friend die of melancholy in this mournful looking room." "The room is, indeed, mournful." "So change it, my friend." "Change it." "But before you do it, we will go to a merry little luncheon, at which our Ludwik is going to bid farewell to bachelor liberty." "No, I can't." "I'm not disposed..." "Ludwik will be angry if you don't come..." "I don't care!" "God damn him!" "I'm sorry, I'm really not disposed." "You are looking very pale and worn, I confess." "Well, then, I'm leaving!" "I missed two..." "three dozen of green oysters and a bottle of Sauterne." "Goodbye Octave." "I shall visit you soon." "So I am Octave de Saville!" "God damn it." ""I think of Magdalena; and suffer, tormenting myself with memories." "How beautiful and merciful she was that day on the terrace of the villa Salviati at Florence."" "Merciful!" "?" "So that's it..." "that's it..." "How was your sleep today?" "Today, perfect." "And how was your sleep without me today?" "You do not want to tell me how you went through the night in solitude?" ""Everywhere, ever, with you I shall stay."" "Exactly." "Right." "Are you angry with me, my lord?" ""Everywhere, ever..." Olgierd!" "Everywhere, ever - is it now obsolete?" ""Everywhere..." Yes, everywhere, Magdalena." "Really, one would think, that you are angry with me, or that it is the first time you hear these words." "Angry?" "Magdalena, never." ""...ever..."" "But indeed, sorry." "Probably I forgot." "Olgierd..." "How can you say something like that?" "You forgot!" "?" "You don't remember our most sensitive spell?" "You don't remember verses of our great poet?" "So I don't mean anything to you anymore!" "Our great poetry means nothing to you!" "No, on the contrary." "But you see... this poetry sometimes seems to me... hermetic." "For god's sake, Olgierd!" "What are you saying?" "Hermetic!" "?" "For foreigners perhaps it is, but not for us!" "No, it only seemed to me that way." "Maybe it's because of where we live - abroad?" "Yes!" "Yes, Paris has corrupted you." "I was right in not wishing to come here." "I must tell you that it hurts the most sensitive string of my soul." "Excuse me, sir, but I can't..." "Magdalena, forgive me!" "It is a good sign, Monsieur Octave, when the patient comes to see the doctor." "Always Octave!" "I think I shall soon go mad with anger." "And why's that?" "You know very well, Monsieur Cherbonneau, that I am not Octave, but Count Olgierd Labinski;" "since it was only yesterday that here, in this very room, you stole away my body from me by your infernal sorcery!" "Restrain your unseasonable merriment, doctor, which you may possibly very soon repent." "I am speaking quite seriously." "So much the worse!" "So much the worse!" "It only shews that the listlessness, for which I was treating you, is turning into insanity." "The treatment must be changed." "That's all." "I hardly know, you doctor of the devil, why I don't strangle you with my own hands!" "Holy mother of god, it's satan!" "We still have the means to handle patients who recalcitrate." "Go back home." "Take a bath, and your excitement will go away." "It will go away..." "What are you doing, my lord?" "Have you found your memory again in your morning walk?" "Unfortunately not yet." "But there is something I must confess to you." "Don't I know all your thoughts before you utter them?" "Are we not quite transparent, the one to the other?" "I went yesterday to see doctor Cherbonneau." "So you did." "He performed such strange experiments before me that my mind is still unsettled with them." "He threw me into a mesmeric sleep so deep, that when I woke up," "I haven't regained all of my former faculties." "I had forgotten many things." "The past seemed all to be wrapped in a thick fog." "My love for you is all that remains unaffected." "You were wrong, Olgierd, to submit yourself to the power of this man." "Only god alone, has the right to work it as he wills, but man, when he attempts to interfere with it, commits an impiety." "I hope you will not go to him any more." "No, I won't." "I hope, as well, that when I again say verse of our poet, you will be able to answer me as you used to do." "I hope so too." "I am the prey of a terrible hallucination." "When I look at myself in a mirror, my face does not appear reflected with its own accustomed features." "The shape of the objects which surround me is changed." "I do not recognise the walls or furniture of my room." "It seems to me that I am some other person." "Under what form do you see yourself?" "The deception may be the fault either of the eyes or the brain." "I seem to have black hair, deep blue eyes, pale face, and a groomed beard." "The description in a passport could not be more exact." "You are suffering from no intellectual hallucination or perversion of sight." "You are, in reality, just as you have described yourself." "I beg your pardon!" "In reality, my hair is dark; my eyes are black;" "my complexion is sunburnt;" "and I wear simply a pointed mustache." "In this, there seem to be signs of some slight disorder of the intellectual faculties." "However, doctor, I am in no way mad." "Doubtlessly not." "It is only the sane who ever come to me of their own accord." "Probably you are over-fatigued." "Excessive study, or too careless living may have caused this mental disturbance." "I am not fatigued at all!" "And yet you are wrong." "The vision is true;" "your ideas of yourself are chimerical." "Instead of your being a dark man who sees himself as a fair one, you are a fair man who fancies himself to be a dark one." "Fine, but one more thing." "At anyrate, I am quite sure that I am Count Olaf Olgierd yet, since yesterday evening, everyone calls me" "Octave de Saville!" "That is just what I say, you are Monsieur de Saville, and you imagine yourself to be Count Labinski." "I think I remember having seen him." "He is, in fact, a dark man." "This entirely explains your disorder." "That face, which is your own, does not correspond with your imaginary idea of it and, consequently, surprises you." " But this is not any inner idea!" "It's reality." "I am Count Olgierd Labinski!" "If so, consider this;" "everyone addresses you as Monsieur de Saville, and that, therefore, does not agree with you." "I would reccomend baths, rest, and walks under the big shady trees." "It should help dissipating what is now troubling you." " How much do I owe?" " 60 francs." ""Receives visits on Thursday."" "With this talisman, I shall be able to see her tomorrow." "No doubt, 60 francs." "Magdalena, are you still angry?" "Magdale..." "Magdalena, you are my wife, after all." "Is it you, Olgierd?" "Yes, it's me." "Do you mean to recite Mickiewicz to me?" "Unfortunately not yet." "Therefore, come when you recall it." "I am too much of a patriot to accept at home the cosmopolitan profane." "Magdalena!" "For god's sake, Magdalena!" "Monsieur Octave de Saville." "My husband." "Monsieur Octave de Saville." "You have treated me badly since I saw you at Florence, and I was afraid that I was going to leave Paris without seeing you." "You were much more sociable at the villa Salviati, and I reckoned you then amongst the number of my intimate friends." "Excuse me Madame;" "I have been travelling," "I haven't been in good health," "I was ill." "And when I received your gracious invitation," "I hesitated as to whether I should take advantage of it." "For one should not be selfish enough to abuse one's friends' kindness to a wearisome invalid." "Weary, perhaps; but certainly not wearisome." "You have always been given to melancholy, dear sir." "Oh, melancholy!" "Besides the stagnation, it is the best of evils." "That is a story which happy people set in circulation to excuse themselves from pitying their suffering brothers." "You imagine me less serious than I really am;" "all true grief has my pity, and, if I cannot assuage it, at least, I know how to sympathise with it." "Sympathy..." "Dear Monsieur Octave," "Why did you shut yourself up with your sadness, obstinately secluding yourself from life, which brings you happiness, pleasures, duties, relevant to your independent life." "Brings me happines." "Pleasures!" "Thief, robber, scoundrel, give me back my body!" "give me back my..." "Service help, help!" "Give me back my body!" "Let me go!" "Let me go, I'm your lord!" "I am Count Labinski!" "The poor Octave has gone mad!" "Yes, mad with love." "You are really too beautiful, dear Magdalena." ""When the night lightning's flare flickers; perhaps when in your garden soft rustles the pear..."" "Swishes or rustles?" ""When the night lightning's flare flickers; perhaps when in your garden soft rustles the pear, when moaning owl at the window-pane taps, then you will know:" "that my spirit is there."" "God damn it, I will never be able to learn it." ""In every place, and at each time of day, everywhere, ever, with you I shall stay..."" "No, I know this already." ""...when moaning owl at the window-pane rustles..."" "Pish!" "Oh my god!" "Once again." ""When the night lightning's flare swishes; perhaps..."" "Tfu flickers!" "No, never, never..." "It's impossible." "It's not for me." "I will burn the palace." "And I will exalt her from the flames." "Maybe then, she won't resist me." "Out of gratitude..." ""...when in your garden soft swishes the pear..."" "God damn it!" "Monsieur le Comte, mail." "If you're not a coward, the bullet from my gun..." "This world has now become too narrow to hold both of us." "I will slay my body, which is now the home of your traitor-soul, or you shall slay your own." "My seconds..."" "That's fine." "Come with me." "Let me go!" " Just a second." "What do you want from me?" "What do you want, god damn it!" "Why didn't you kill me?" "If you disdain to shot a defenseless man, let me get a second gun!" "Hear me please!" "Just a moment of patience!" "No, no, one of us must die!" "Silence!" "Or I will kill you like a dog!" "I could have killed you and keep your body forever." "I haven't done it for many reasons." "Firstly, I feel sorry for my former body." "Your death, I mean death of my body, would overwhelm my mother with grief." "Secondly, I decided to give your body back to you." "Excess of grace." "I will get it back myself as soon soon as we return to the board." "Monsieur le Comte, you ought to know that your former body is better at handling guns than... these weak hands and miserable eyes that you have now." "I'd surely kill you!" "Or worse, graciously leave you alive;" "you would spend on protesting, under a discipline of douche baths in mental asylum, that you are the husband of beautiful Magdalena." "Silence!" "I forbid calling her name near me!" "You, you..." "Yes, I love her!" "She..." "She will never want me." "How so?" "So she didn't...." "So you..." "No." "Unfortunately." "Therefore, I want to give you your body back." "It's worthless to me." "Give it back?" "How would you do it?" "I don't get anything." "I do not know how it all happened." "Cherbonneau!" "That damned brahmin." "So it's like that." "I knew it." "Gentlemen, what does it all suppose to mean?" "Gentlemen, my late opponent and myself have exchanged confidential explanations which render the resumption of our duel unnecessary." "Nothing clears up the mistakes into which honest men have fallen so well as a little gun-play." "One word, doctor!" "It may take a little longer, I only have a cencer portal here." "Unless it is compensated by your great desire." "Yes, yes." "But, fall asleep gentlemen." "Fall asleep." "Avatar, avatar." "Avatar!" "Avatar!" "Fine, we'll wait." "Monsieur le Comte, wake up!" "It's time to get up!" "You, you!" "This doesn't deceive." "At last, at last!" "What about him?" "Stubborn as an Afghan ram." "But we will manage." "It will take some time." "May god bless him." "I forgave him." "Monsieur le Comte, better go already;" "they may begin to suspect." "Right." "Goodbye shadows of terrible experience!" "Shall I never meet you again!" "Tomorrow we will pack our bags and we are off to Poland!" "There, you won't be able to find us anymore!" "Wait a minute." "Healthy, young, unused body." "Full of wonderful lust." "Of course!" "Bright as the sun of India!" "Poor Octave, your soul is disgusted by your body." "So I give her different nest." "Burned and gone cold." "Maybe it will calm your passion." "I give you also my medical reputation, my practice and patients;" "even without my knowledge, you can treat them effectively." "Whereas, I take your despised and unneeded body." "Maybe I can use it better." "Brilliantly." "Completely different." "There is nothing like youth." "Adieu, poor mortal rag." "Adieu, poor Octavian." "Octave, come here already!" "I'm coming, my friends!" "Adieu, Octavian." "Count..." "Doctor..." "Where are you?" "Doctor Cherbonneau, where are you?" "God damn it, doctor." "Come here and listen." "My lust can not be cured, never." "I feel growing power inside me." "And dreadful strength of male." "I will run and set fire to the palace!" ""Magdalena!"" " I'll call." ""It's me, your Octave!"" "And finally, I will possess her." "Among the smoke and flames." "Listen!" "Doctor!" "Doctor Cherbonneau, where are you?" "Doctor!" "Doctor Cherbonneau!" "Doctor!" "Where are you?" "Doctor, god damn it!" "Magdalena!" "Magdalena!" "KARAGARGA subtiles 2015"