"Yes?" " What do you want?" " A package for you, Monsieur.." " What is it?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "Belkis!" " Yes, Monsieur?" " Who brought this box?" " A rider, Monsieur." " When" "Tonight, just now." "A man or woman?" "I don't know, Monsieur." "It was dark." "Did this person of unknown sex say anything when leaving the package?" "Yes, Monsieur." "It would help you with your work." "The book I'm writing on Delacroix?" "Probably, Monsieur." "I don't know." "Do you know or recognize this person?" " No, Monsieur." "But it's someone who knows me?" "I don't know, Monsieur." " Belkis?" " Yes, Monsieur." "Have you a potion for a toothache?" "There are dentists in Marrakech, right up to the medina, who can pull out your pain with pliers.." "The package you were given last night" " contained a box of slides." " Yes, Monsieur" " Ah." "You knew that?" " No, Monsieur." "They were exactly the same make as I use in my machine." "How could someone know the requirements of a projector" " that's old-fashioned?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "Do people come in while I'm away?" "I don't know, Monsieur." "It's said that long ago, the Pasha of Tazert, in the morning, his eyes still dreamy, would impale their female parts the little concubines, whose nightly service hadn't entirely satisfied him.." "It seems like the pain I'm suffering amuses you." "Haven't you got a heart?" " Answer!" " I don't know, Monsieur." "Calm down." "That's fine." "Let's have a closer look back in the shop." "Gently, gently." "Voila!" "And now I'm here." "And I'm writing." "I'm writing... that I'm not here." "That I'm wandering through the labyrinth of the medina, looking for... looking for an object, little "a":" "lost..." "Unless, once again, it concerns my double." "Aahh!" "Can I help find what you want?" "Yes." "Look, to be frank, I had a rendez-vous, now, with a young blonde woman." "I'm surprised she's not here." "A young blonde woman had come in Monsieur, I would have surely noticed.." "What is this person's name, if I'm not indiscreet?" "In all honesty, I don't really know." "Ah, I see." "In any event, I can show you some gifts for young ladies" "Silver Berber necklaces, slave bracelets, indiscreet jewelry.." "Right now, I'm looking for a lady, not gifts." "I can help you there as well." "I know excellent houses of pleasure." "No, no." "I'm meeting a specific individual." "Specific and anonymous." "Listen, while you're waiting, I can show you authentic harem items, from most gentle to most cruel." "Executioner's axes a century old, as well as instruments for a more intimate torture, if you see what I mean." "A century." "That's not very ancient." "All the more interesting." "The fact that it's so near to us makes things more exciting." "I can even get you into private performances of a somewhat... special nature." "No, I'm already late for my rendez-vous." "Thanks." " Here, my friend." "For God's grace." " Thank you." "Tell me, did anyone go into this shop just before me?" "No, sir, no one for at least half an hour." "You didn't see a young blonde woman just before me?" "Alas, sir, my eyes died centuries ago." "But man or woman, blonde or brunette, I'd have heard." " No one's gone in, you can trust me." " Fine." "I made a mistake, then." "Naturally, they're fakes." " You're an expert?" " A bit, a bit." "And I know an antique dealer who'd let you have authentic Delacroix drawings cheap, since you're interested." "How do you know what interests me?" "The blind are gifted with second sight." "Come with me." "You can trust me." "I don't know the exact address, but I'll find it." "Let's get a taxi." " This isn't a taxi!" " It's a taxi, you can trust me." "His cab sign is at the electrician's." "I recognized it right away from the sound of its motor." " The motor's off!" " Now." "But I heard it when it pulled up and parked." "Put on my dark glasses." "The antique dealer is an important and very secretive man, who doesn't like anyone knowing exactly where his treasures are hidden." "These glasses of yours are completely opaque!" "Oh, I wouldn't know I'm totally blind, you know." "As for the beautiful blonde lady you saw enter the shop, they say that the medina harbors the ghost of a lovely golden-haired person, beheaded at the beginning of the last century for having been seduced by a Frenchman passing through." "Perhaps you noticed that her graceful steps made no sound touching the ground?" "That's quite possible, maybe." "Well, maybe it's her, who you saw." "In any case you'll easily find in all the souvenir shops the axe the executioner beheaded her with." "So many different models exist, in different shapes, to satisfy connoisseur's varied tastes." "Some stories say it wasn't an axe in fact, but a saber or even a simple dagger." "They're all available in the souks, with certificates of authenticity.." "We've arrived." "Give me my glasses." "Go up the steps just in front." "The door's ajar." "Push it." "Turn right" "A young servant, very discreet, will meet you" "I'll wait in the taxi, which you'll need to get back." "You'll pay later." "Could I..." "Listen, Justine, you're still very young, obviously." "You needn't be so melodramatic." "You'll see." "I'll show you." "Sometimes it's even very..." "Enough!" "She'll obey!" "We paid for her." "I expected you." "I was told, of course." "Please share our modest meal, as you haven't lunched." "It's nearly over..." "Oh, that's right, I forgot." "A little dental problem." "We'll look into that as well." "I'm a bit of a dentist on occasion." "One has to do everything in this metier." "Claudine." "Come here." "Let's go have a look at those watercolors you're so interested in." "You're to show us the jewels from our secret stock." "Madame Elvira will take care of the girl." "Persuasion is her least deniable speciality." "Wouldn't you prefer a gentler method?" "For me, personally, yes, of course." "Go on, show the way, and don't meddle in this." "Training cell number 7." "The severe method." "No permanent marks on the more interesting areas." "Don't worry." "We won't damage your fragile little virgin." "We'll give her back intact, smiling, accepting everything obediently." "You're charming and pretty but don't think your youthful appeal will shelter you from your fate." "Doctor Anatoli is a sentimentalist," "Aahh!" "We have here, among other things, a school of dance, acting, and finishing school for young girls destined for careers in cinema, fashion, deluxe commerce or escort service, as well as models for photographers or painters." "These young ladies must be rehearsing an improvisation." "Learning to scream, it seems, is one of the most difficult things." "AAhh!" "All these drawing show just how far Delacroix was sensually attached to his graceful model, who he was ravishing between poses." "Something bothers me about their authenticity." "There's no other example of this kind of erotic detail in his other Moroccan sketch books." "The nearly scandalous nature of these sketch books kept them sheltered from prying eyes." "Either by the artist himself or by the pasha who coveted the beauty, believing he had rights over her, unwilling to see her in the arms of another." "A Frenchman, moreover." "No one's ever mentioned the Moroccan affair" "Delacroix supposedly had." "You'll be the first to do so, my dear John." "The rediscovery of the two missing sketchbooks will shake up the whole art world." "AAhh!" "Harder!" "Harder." "Harder!" "How do you know my name?" "Every expert knows your name and books, Monsieur Locke." " But I've never been published." " You were waiting for this moment." "And as you're on the trail, don't tell me it's by chance that you've set up your research laboratory on the exact spot where the final drama took place!" "And what place is that?" "Tazert's old Casbah, half in ruins today." "What could one do up there, other than research on our Eugene's Gradiva?" " You call her Gradiva?" " Her name was Leila, but notice the care with which the artist painted her foot in its peculiar position." "The young Delacroix might well have seen the bas-relief, allegedly Pompeian, in the Vatican museum." "and made the connection himself with the beloved little foot of his graceful model." "Aah!" " Harder." " Aah!" "Harder." "And what do you mean by "final drama"?" "Don't play the fool, Mr John Locke." "You surely know better than any of us about this distressing story." "It's clearly not about the eruption of Vesuvius, but rather the execution of the very seductive Leila, punished for having loved a passing foreigner." "That's something else." "Many of Fernand Cormon's studies for his "La Favorite Dechue"." "I thought you were going to say it was a sketch done on the spot during his beloved mistress' execution." "Don't joke, Monsieur." "These horrible things existed." "And probably still do." "I'll give you an analgesic to relieve your odontontalgy instant and prolonged relief." "It's in a very sugary drink to avoid any hypoglycemic vertigo." "Remember, you haven't eaten since morning." "Then you'll rest in a discreet hotel that's part of our establishment." "No, don't worry." "It'll pass." " Aahh!" " Harder!" "Sweet Claudine will take you to the hotel." "It's a bit unusual but very comfortable." "Here's the key to your room." "It's number 13." "I hope you're not superstitious." "Sshh." "Go on John, it's for the best." "You're not armed?" "No, of course not!" " So this is your first time here?" " Yes, it's the first time, but..." "Then take this, as an identification symbol." "Don't go anywhere without it." "Ten..." "Eleven..." "Twelve..." "Aaahh!" "No, let go of me!" "I didn't do anything wrong!" "Aaahh!" "Where was I?" "Aaah!" "What are you doing?" "As you see, I'm writing." "And to whom, if it's not indiscreet?" "Oh, I don't know." "To myself, in a sense." "I'm writing my memoirs." "I'm telling my own life story." "That makes no sense." "You're still much too young." "What could you have experienced?" "No, an old soldier writes his memoirs about meeting de Gaulle or Winston Churchill." "Not at all." "That was in another time." "One wrote about one's past life." "It wasn't at all creative." "Or it was to lie then, in order to arrange things to one's advantage." ""We set out as 500, but with rapid reinforcements we arrived at the port 3000 strong"." "When in reality, the poor lads, seeing it was going wrong, disappeared down the side streets, and what he calls the troops arriving at the port, were two baldies and three stubble-heads!" "Now, that's all over with." "You've got to write your memoirs as soon as possible, and project yourself into the future with an epic 700-page volume, published by Macmillan, making you an instant celebrity." "It's only after that, you can easily become a romantic singer, admiral of the fleet, subversive psychoanalyst in a mass-circulation fashion magazine or the world's underwater spear-fishing champion." "And us, in your account of the future, you put us in there, too?" "Anatoli, me, Madame Elvira?" "But of course, because it's a true story." "I can't make you disappear by magic." "An example:" "If I write that the blonde man who's following and watching me is just now riding slowly along on a big shiny motorcycle, well... it immediately becomes reality." " Are you a little mad?" " Not at all!" "What would be madness would be to allow external events to happen without intervening." " Belkis!" " Yes, Monsieur?" " Who put this photo on my table?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "Did anyone come in while I was in town?" "I don't know, Monsieur." "It's a big house." "Does anyone beside me have the key?" "Yes, Monsieur, of course." "Your landlord." " Do you know him?" " No, Monsieur, he lives far away from here." " Where, exactly?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "Ahhh! "I don't know, Monsieur." "I don't know, Monsieur. "" "Just what do you know?" "What use are you to me?" "What are you good for?" "Well?" " For what?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "Leave me alone, for now." "Please." "Yes, Monsieur." "Aren't you cold at night in such a light dress?" "It's been a long time, alas, since my body's felt either hot or cold." "This attire, henceforth, is mine for eternity." "It was that of my execution." "The bloodstains, though, have disappeared." "My innocence washed the blood from my wounds." "Who are you?" "I was a white slave, from Andalusia, where I spent my childhood, and probably before that, even further back still." "Why "I was"?" "Because "I am" no longer." "You're no longer a slave." "So they freed you, then?" "In one sense, yes, they freed me by the blade." "But I'm still a slave." "Only now, it's of my past." "What do you mean?" "That spirits are condemned for all time to repeat their tragic destiny." "Didn't you know that, John Locke?" " You know my name." " As you know mine." "Could you be the one the legend speaks of, who posed for the French painter more than a century ago?" "A century ago, two centuries ago, or ten centuries and all the centuries of centuries, as time has ceased to flow." "Did you know Eugene Delacroix?" "Yes." "To my sorrow, I knew him." "He called me Gradiva, for what reason I don't know." "Now, I have to go." "Will you return to sing in the ruins tomorrow night?" "There is no tomorrow night." "All nights are the same night." "The one when the dagger pierced my flesh." "You shouldn't question me any further." "Talking to the dead brings bad luck." "Didn't you know that, John Locke?" "What are you doing there?" "Still asleep at this hour!" "Get up." "Yes, Monsieur." "Forgive me." "I had a terrible dream." "Don't dream too much." "It's out of fashion." "Yes, Monsieur." "I won't anymore." "A young lady friend of yours is on the terrace of the Lost Cats Cafe." "Thank you." " I don't want to disturb you." " Oh no, not at all." "Sit down." "But you're with a friend." "What!" "?" "You can see I'm all alone!" "In fact, I don't quite remember who you are." "But I remember quite well meeting you at a friend's party, and found you charming." "But where was it exactly?" "Come on, it was last night, at Anatoli's, the antique dealer who has the sketches attributed to Delacroix." "In effect, that rings a bell." "You're a friend of Georgios Anatoli, interested in orientalist painters' love lives." "Exciting." "But Georgios is no antiquarian." "Where'd you hear that?" "He's an art lover and a collector of all sorts of things." "And a director as well." "Hey, you must come see me perform tonight." " You're an actress?" " Yes, a sort of actress." "I don't act every day, thank God." "Tomorrow I pose for fashion photos on the sea coast." "Essaouira, you know it?" "An ancient city the French once called Mogador." "Your dear Delacroix stayed there with a ravishing Moroccan, a Leila." "Who had a tragic end." "Come with me there." "I'll show you her grave." "Delacroix never went to Mogador." "Oh really!" "Sketchbooks were recently found, clearly done in well-known parts of the old city." "You said you perform tonight." "What theatre?" " The Golden Triangle." "It's not a typical theatre." "And "secret"." "But any taximan in the know will get you there." "For a tip." "Come at ten." "Ask for Madame Elvira, the boss." "Say you're Georgio's friend and Claudine sent you." "And now I've got to run." "I'm thrilled to have seen you again." "I'm sure you'll love the show." "And we can have a drink afterwards." "See you tonight." "By the way, I forgot." "Doctor Anatoli gave me this for you." "It's sovereign for toothaches." "You'll see." "What are you doing here?" "Nothing, Monsieur." "Waiting for the bus to go home." "The old waiter is my uncle." "He gave me some water." " You had errands in town?" " Yes, Monsieur." " You forgot to tell me?" " No, Monsieur." "After you left I thought of things we needed." "I'm going back, too." "Would you like a lift?" "I don't know, Monsieur." "Then, come on!" " It's an order." " Yes, Monsieur." "You'd rather caress white skin?" " What's all this?" " She's meeting you tonight." "She kissed your mouth when she left." "Not my mouth." "My nose!" "So you're spying on me now?" "And it was just a little kiss." "Dry and friendly." " Monsieur?" " Yes?" "do you tie her to the bed to do things?" "That would probably be quite nice." "What do you think?" "I don't know, Monsieur." "Nothing else to say?" "Be wary of that young woman." "She sleeps with your landlord." "How do you know that?" " Do you know her?" " No, Monsieur." "So, talk!" "This morning, just after you left a policeman came, a Commissaire Mahmet or something like that." "He showed that Frenchwoman's photo." "He asked if she came to see you." "He's also the one who told me she was the house owner's mistress." "But why?" "What's the connection?" " What's he want, this cop?" " I don't know, Monsieur." " Do you like me kissing you?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "I feel like a little drowsy and my vision's blurry." "This toothache is exhausting me." "I need to think." "I'm going to take a little walk to clear my mind." " Prepare dinner for seven." " Yes, Monsieur." "She gave you a medicine, and you drank it." "It was poison." "Since you claim this pretty lady loves me, why would she want to poison me?" "She's obeying someone else." "And some poisons kill only the soul." " You're talking nonsense." " Yes, Monsieur." "No, Monsieur." "I feel much better." "I'll be able to walk." " Is dinner ready?" " Yes, Monsieur." "It's waiting." "Fine." "Let's go." " Shine the torch on me." " Yes, Monsieur." " What's this chain?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "What time is it?" "Nine o'clock, Monsieur." "Call me a taxi." "I have to go into town." "No, Monsieur." "Yes, Monsieur." " Don't go, Monsieur." "I beg you." " I have to go." "I don't know why." " Are you the taxi I rang for?" " Of course." " I don't see a meter." " It's being repaired." "And you haven't asked me where I want to go." "You have to be at the Golden Triangle at ten." "How do you know?" "All taxi drivers work for the police." "Didn't you know that, John Locke?" "I don't see the connection." "Orientalist shows are forbidden, in principle." "But they're tolerated if the theatres collaborate." "Like high-class whores, naked young actresses furnish precious information on illegal activity." "Traffic in fresh meat... the usual criminal tendencies." " And it's the police who pay the taxis?" " Why do you say that?" "The last time you drove me you didn't ask me to pay." "Last time?" "This is the first time I've driven you, Monsieur Locke." " You're not armed?" " No, of course not." "Fine, you can go in." "I'd like to speak to Madame Elvira." "Welcome, Monsieur Locke." "Orientalists are always appreciated at our shows." "And your presence here is a great honor." "You flatter me, Madame." "Joujou will take you to your seat." "Does my little pupil suit you?" "She's been whipped?" "For what reason?" "Please!" "It's make-up." "Our actresses are waitresses during intermission." "wearing the costumes they were admired in, onstage." "That's strange." "They look like fresh welts from a real whipping." "Our make-up girl's an artist." "It's a shame you weren't here for the evening's first tableau." "There were even two magnificent black horses onstage." "Take Monsieur Locke to Commissaire Mahdi's table, and introduce them with the respect they deserve." "Remember what happens if you commit the least mistake!" "Yes, Mistress, I remember." "You can touch, to see if they're real or not." "Those are make-up, obviously." "The real ones are on the other side." "Much closer to the pubis." "When my mistress is very excited she whips my privates to make me scream." "Your skin is very soft." " Is it very painful?" " Yes, a bit." "There, where the strap hit too hard." "What had you done wrong?" "I accidentally broke a glass, serving a drink with my hands chained together." "That can't be very practical." "No, but it's fun." "And the orientalists love it." "Professor John Locke, Commisaire Mahdi ben Mochrane." "Top marks, my girl." "You've learned your lesson well." "Not too hard on the left side, Commissaire." "It's a bit sore." "Please." "How kind of you, my dear Monsieur Locke, to have granted my request for this interview." " What?" "But you never..." " But of course I did!" "Admittedly in a somewhat devious manner, so as not to ignore courtesy and hospitality due visiting foreigners." "I don't understand." " What do you want?" " Nothing in particular, don't worry." "Likely a series of sad coincidences." "Second tableau: "La Favorite Dechue" by Fernand Cormon.." "Let's talk straight, then." "All right, some pretty girls disappeared from and around a mountain village very close to your residence." "At least one appears to have been raped, and then murdered in a cruel fashion." "What's more, we've found your fingerprints on the handle of a dagger, the blade of which was stained with human blood." "A woman's, to be more precise." "Thank you." "Third tableau: "The Death of Gradiva" by Edouard Manneret." "Drink." "I've had you come for your opinion on my new discoveries, since you're especially interested in Delacroix's horses." "I absolutely have to show you these sketches, which are very personal, if you know what I mean." "I might even be inspired by them for my next performances." "You see, they're clearly preliminary studies for "The Massacre at Scio", which must have comprised a series of paintings." "You've seen this one." "Do you feel unwell, Monsieur Locke?" "Leila." " Gradiva." " No." "Our star isn't called Leila, but Hermione." "Her clear likeness to the young white slave who posed for Delacroix inspired our writer to use her in a few tableaux, executions or preliminary torture, more or less connected to her tragic end, of which exist, as you know," "many versions." "It's late." "I must leave you." "I have to go the cemetery, as I do every night, to pray at the graveside of that other me," "my unfortunate twin sister." "Forgive me, sir, but at times you resemble, in a horrible way, her murderer." "What does it mean, this story about the cemetery and the murdered twin?" "Nothing at all." "She's raving." " Tell me more!" "?" " Don't mind her." "Hermione is sometimes strange these days." "She never had a sister, let alone a twin." "Three nights ago, she was attacked backstage, something anodyne, which can happen sometimes, with slightly unstable fans." "But she imagines that she met that night the sadistic criminal sought by the police, who didn't stab her stomach several times, but that of her double." "Her imaginary double, you understand?" "Doctor Anatoli, who was her titular lover, before I arrived, is keeping a close eye on her neurosis." "He thinks she may be acting." "This criminal, you talk about, is it true I look like him?" "Who knows?" "No one's ever seen him." "You have to go to bed." "Our car will take you home." "A blue taxi." "Why do you say that?" "There's not one blue taxi in Marrakech!" "As for Mogador, the photographer will pick us up at the Lost Cats Cafe at ten on the dot." " You waited for me?" " Yes, Monsieur." "I thought you'd never come back." "Monsieur?" "Yes." "If it would give you pleasure..." "Well, go on." "What I meant..." "You could whip me, if you want to." "All the men do that, with their little bed slave." "To punish you for what?" "I don't know, Monsieur." "They always find a pretext." "The girls are bad, they must be whipped occasionally, so they don't forget who they belong to." " Would you like that?" " I don't know, Monsieur." "Monsieur?" " Yes?" " At night, Monsieur..." "What: "At night"?" "The song that comes in, at night, through the window..." " You know where it comes from?" " No, Monsieur." "But it's not from here." "What do you mean?" "It's neither Arab nor Berber." "And so?" "It's Death, Monsieur, who's calling you." " Belkis..." " Yes, sir?" "Do you love me?" "Oh, yes, Monsieur." "Good morning." "Claudine's not here?" "She forgot something important at her place." "But she'll be right back." "Do you model for fashion shoots, too?" "Yes." "Sometimes I do, for fashion or other things." "But that's not my metier." "I'm an actress." "Yes I know." "I saw you onstage last night." "That's right!" "What a horror!" "No, but the theatre's not my metier either." "So, you're in film?" "Neither film nor theatre." "No, I'm... a dream actress." "That's interesting." "Just what does that involve?" "As the name suggests, I act in people's dreams." " How is that possible?" " In the most natural way." "The dream world is as real as the conscious world." "Didn't you know that, John Locke?" "You mean it's just as material, just as tangible?" "Indeed, yes, Perhaps even more so." "Your questions are so strange." "In fact, the world of dreams resembles very much the other." "It's its exact double, its twin." "There are characters, objects, words, fears, pleasures, dramas." "But everything there is infinitely more violent." " Erotic dreams?" " All dreams are erotic." "That's what's so exciting for actors." "It must be a difficult craft." "It can be learned." "There are schools, examinations, diplomas." "And the nonprofessionals are quickly eliminated." " What's taught in these schools?" " All sorts of things." "Corporal expression, voice training, narratology, psychoanalysis, penal law, orientalist painting, the principal of causality, contradiction as the motor of history." "Why penal law?" "We have to know exactly what's legal and what's not, and the sentences incurred." "Dreams are strictly monitored by the police." "You know, for example, anything involving minors, young boys or prepubescent adolescents is strictly forbidden." "And it's a pity." "I knew a gorgeous young girl who wanted to act in a big-budget sado-lesbian dream." "The writer agreed, her parents and lawyers agreed, but the producer was intransigent." "Invoking his moral responsibility, child labor laws, health risks, and I don't know what." "Morals!" "He didn't give a damn!" "In reality he was just worried about his cash." "I find that shocking." "Don't you?" "Yes, yes, of course." "But... murder" " is permitted?" " Happily, yes!" "Including aggravated murder with unlawful imprisonment and torture." "That's all that's left to ban." "Mind you, they did try a few years ago." "A high-minded government, during an election." "That caused a riot in the profession." "But, with the threat of a general strike, and occupation of the collective unconscious, the governing powers pulled back." "Imagine." "Nobody would be able to dream anything anymore." "Doctors said that people would die en masse." "That's ignoring the rich, who would just relocate their dreams to oneiric paradises which flourish in the Middle East or the Bahamas." "To save face, the government decided the costliest dreams would lose their full National Health cover." "Double standards as usual!" "I find it totally unacceptable." "Don't you?" "Sure." "Of course." "But... tell me, these dreams, you invent them for people?" "Ah no, not at all!" "The public would never want that." "There are writers who specialize in that." "They're called oneirographers." "And they earn a pretty good living." " Who collects their royalties?" " The Writer's Guild, as usual." "It qualifies as mental representation rights." "But the actors have their governmental agencies to distribute royalties as well." "Of course." "How stupid of me!" "In confidence," "Mademoiselle Hermione, have you ever performed in my dreams?" "Of course." "Often, in fact." "Particularly, since you've been living in Morocco." "In fact, that's why you recognized me so quickly last night, and called me Leila." "Do you remember, John Locke?" "The sole of my upraised foot vertically..." "Do you remember, John Locke?" "Aah!" "Aaahh!" "Monsieur Locke." "Excuse me." "I'm a little late." "We'll pick up the photographer on the way." " Are you tired?" " Yes, a bit." "It's nothing." "I just slept very badly last night." " Did you have nightmares?" " That's a big word." "I have dreams, like everyone else." "Careful." "The police are watching you." "Yes, I know." "It's nothing serious." "I don't agree with you." "It's Commissaire Mahdi who loaned us his car and driver." "Come on dear friend." "The sea is calling you." "That blind man, begging there, isn't he our driver?" "Yes, as you can see." "Here's poor Gradiva's grave." "Eight." "Nine." "Room twelve." "Ten..." "Eleven..." "Thirteen." "Fourteen." "Come in, John." "I've been waiting." "No, I'm sorry." "It's a mistake." "I can't find my room." "But I wasn't trying to force the lock on the door next to mine." "Besides, I didn't know that this one was yours." "No, don't get upset." "It's all going as planned." "Come in, since you can't do otherwise." "Come in." "You're not working tonight?" "Ah no." "The photo session's over." "Thank God." "No, I didn't mean that, but your strange profession as dream actress." "That must be more of a night job, I would imagine." "Not entirely." "But tonight, as it happens, I'm working." "Which is to say, I'm performing..." "at this very moment." "What do you mean?" "You're asleep, John." "In room twelve" "I'm playing a character..." "in the dream.." "you so innocently wandered into." "In fact, I'm indisputably the heroine." "This is absurd!" "I'm looking for my room." "I'm definitely not dreaming.." "Or else, prove it to me." "Just look at your clothing." "You dream you're Eugene Delacroix after one of those amorous adventures he was so fond of." "And this adventure is me." "But it goes wrong." "Watch out." "Okay." "If this is a joke..." "I'm sleepy and I've got to get back." "Oh no, John, it's not a joke." "Anyway, there is no room 12 in this hotel, which is in the parallel universe of our dreams." "In the "real" hotel, in the conscious world, which we checked into, last night, it's obviously room 13 that's missing, as in every establishment, frequented by superstitious American tourists." "You even said so when we arrived, that the hotel in which you'd be sleeping didn't overlook the sea, unlike this one." "Your room is probably just on the other side." "That's just what I'm saying!" "We're here on the other side of the real world." "Eugenio!" "Eugenio!" "You're not armed, I imagine." "Take this, then, as a sort of talisman." "This is a dangerous place at night, Monsieur Locke." "I don't trust blind drivers, and I'm wary of their presents." "It's not a present, Monsieur Locke." "The dagger belongs to you." "You left this compromising object in a blue taxi a few days ago." "Remember!" "Aaahh!" "Aaahh!" "Photographs." "Clean up." "Belkis." "Belkis." "#It's Death, Monsieur, who's calling you. #" "Why?" "Little Belkis.." "why did you do this?" "I don't know, Monsieur.." "English version:" "David Aronson" "Subtitling Titra Film Paris and karagarga.net timing by janatas aka therthe"