<p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">My name is Simon Templar. \nI don't have an address because I \nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \nwearing a moustache and glasses now.","<P ID=\"dia\">A. . . .plane. \nIndeed, Simon Templar, a plane.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIMON TEMPLAR sits there, dressed as usual without much heed to fashion.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">The world can do without Simon \nTemplar. It can't do without you.","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","And Simon Templar joins Jillian here, speaking with her \nsoul... \n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON AND JILLIAN","Note this, reader: Templar is not a super-spy, super-hero, or super-rake. He \nis a thief.","A ROLLS ROYCE sits on the road shoulder. As we pass the Rolls, we see \nSIMON TEMPLAR standing next to it wearing a hopeless expression.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY SAMARKAND \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(smiles) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Anything for Simon Templar...","Templar comes to his side. They are Scotland Yard men BAKER, TEAL, and INSPECTOR MACDUFF.","And we can't be certain, it is vague, but the rays filtering through the \nbridgework seem to cast a halo over Templar's head. \nHe is, now, The Saint.","Templar. With the calm efficiency of a hangman, Ilya","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Rabineau flips the page. SIMON TEMPLAR'S PHOTO stares at Jillian. She \nstudies it a moment. Shakes her head.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">VOICE \n<P ID=\"dia\">Is this Simon Templar?","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar enters the lobby wearing a fresh suit under a black leather trench \ncoat. He goes to the desk, where concierge Harry Winston looks up."],["supporters push into the line of police. The police push back with shields and truncheons. A melee breaks out. The Romanov supporters surge past the police. It is a wild, uncontrolled, chaotic scene.","breaks out, Romanov supporters versus the police.","The van's rear door opens; TEN MEN jump down to the pavement. We see \ntheir BLACK BOOTS; they are MOSCOW POLICE, arriving to arrest the looters.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The police cruiser moves past A THRONG OF MICHAEL ROMANOV \nSUPPORTERS carrying placards and banners. They begin pelting the cruiser with rocks and bottles.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. POLICE CRUISER - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The cruiser clears the Romanov supporters.","by Russian Marines, Special Forces, and the enraged crowd. They too head \ndown the Nevsky Prospect for the mafia headquarters...","TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \nand handcuff her, dragging her off.","thousand. They carry pro-Romanov banners and shout: DOWN WITH \nKARPOV! In the b.g., we see more rioting. Gunfire crackling. An overturned","Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">An OLDER RUSSIAN COP, followed by a PLAINCLOTHESMAN, approach the \nyoung cop's cruiser.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ROMANOV, in the back of the limousine, waves to his supporters. They go \nwild, clapping and cheering. The limo continues into the Admiralty compound.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Two units of MOSCOW POLICE in riot gear. A POLICE SERGEANT clicks on a \nmegaphone.","street, blocking it. The Young Russian Cop brakes; the cruiser comes to a stop in front of the other cruisers.","Four THUGGISH-LOOKING MEN stand guard inside the mansion's compound, \ngiving Romanov the eye. One is ZERO (Tretiak's bodyguard on Blackfriars","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A chilly September night. A rally is underway in the Dvortsovaya Ploshchad, \nthe vast square at the foot of Nevsky Prospect Boulevard. The Winter Palace","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Five policemen go for the elevators. Five more exit quickly. Ilya follows.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">YOUNG RUSSIAN COP \nThere could be revolution maybe. \nCity very dangerous.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A MILITARY AMBULANCE careens around the corner and rolls past the \nRomanov supporters up to the Admiralty gates.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">MOSCOW POLICE SERGEANT\n<P ID=\"dia\">Disperse. Disperse!","arrest, escorted by SPECIAL FORCES MEN. \nRomanov climbs atop a TANK TURRET. \nHe looks out over the crowd."],["Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \namong thieves... \nTretiak freezes, startled.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(sinisterly) \n<P ID=\"dia\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The anti-tank grenade launcher is operational. One of Tretiak's men loads, the \nother fires, and --","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.","Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">And it's leaders, Romanov, \nthe most powerful people.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","Party, leveled more allegations against \nPresident Victor Karpov. According to \nRomanov, two men, Gregor Tretiak...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">-- TRETIAK, emerging from the limousine. Tretiak's guards surround him; \nthey move quickly up the mansion's marble steps, dodging the thrown debris.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak's men are at the windows with automatic weapons, firing on the army \nbelow. Two men drag a crate into the office. They open it, revealing an ","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \nmuch for honor among thieves.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar moves off quickly, drawing his gun. As Tretiak's men move in for the \nkill.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - EVENING","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \nguns.","As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \napproach.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">When Romanov gains the \npresidency Russia will be ours.","TRETIAK'S MEN open fire. The MARINES return fire. A harrowing amount of \nammunition is expended in seconds.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">Put your guns down.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NI GHT","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">Well? Let's see."],["<P ID=\"dia\">She first proves why hot fusion - the tokamak - is impractical. You must heat the hydrogen gases so high, more energy is wasted than created. Here she goes into the benefits of cold fusion.","records. \nZubov is burning the cold fusion hardcopies in a waste basket. Dr. Singh is \ndeleting the computer files.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ZUBOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">Yes. Fusion at room temperature. Regarded as an impossibility by the scientific community. A myth.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ZUBOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">I would like to discuss cold fusion, Doctor. \nDr. Singh's demeanor changes. Pushes open the door.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The retrieval begins: A DOCUMENT appears on the screen: \nTHE GENERATION OF ENERGY FROM COLD NUCLEAR FUSION","nuclei meet and their protons and \nneutrons fuse together into a single \nnucleus. The fused nuclei move off \nat high speed, producing energy.","Nuclear fusion could provide us \nwith almost unlimited power.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">THE GENERATION OF ENERGY FROM COLD NUCLEAR FUSION \nSubmitted by:","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.","<P ID=\"dia\">The combination of chemicals in which atoms will fuse at room temperature.","called a tokamak, developed in \nRussia, essentially a doughnut \nshaped tube that contains the gases to \nbe fused.","TOKAMAK. Under this he spells it backwards: KAMAKOT. \nHe turns to the computer and types: \"KAMAKOT\" And instantly this flashes:","Zubov hits the \"scroll\" key. The next page appears; we see the heading at the top of the page: THE CHEMICAL ENVIRONMENT FOR COLD FUSION","deuterium and lithium, and a machine \nto make them fuse under controlled conditions.","ACROSS THE LAB, ZUBOV and DR. SINGH are huddled over a hydrogen tank, \njust like the one we saw in Jillian's lab. The tank is surrounded by hundreds of","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">VIJAY SINGH (v.o., cassette) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Nuclear fusion occurs when pairs of","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">Nuclear fusion. They say it's","diagrams. He is adding chemicals to a bath of hydrogen in a COMPRESSION CHAMBER.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">The benefits of warm fusion.","this that the woman's done it. \nShe may have found a source of \nunlimited energy."],["Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIRENS WAIL. Four large police vans roar up, the back doors flinging open.","alongside the taxi, staring at Jillian. \nAnd she stares back at him, stony, expressionless. \nThe canal is wider now, and the water taxi accelerates, pulling away from the","scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \nAnd heads west. To freedom.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Jillian, terrified, wide-eyed, nods. And they jump.","mouth and shoves her forward to the exit door which opens to the parallel \ntracks. \nTemplar wrenches open the door and sticks his head outside, looking down","Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">They scramble off. We hear WHOOSHING WATER coming down the pipe.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar floors it. The car SQUEALS away from the curb. Whitehead runs \nalongside, trying to get the door open.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Jillian logrolls out from under the van. \nShe sprints for the embassy gates.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The driver's side door opens. In comes Jillian, then Templar. Templar shoves Jillian across the front seat and gets in, behind the wheel. He floors it.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar and Jillian move with the other passengers toward the exits. As they \npass the ladies' room:","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">JILLIAN'S EYES dart around. Her forehead is sweaty. \nAnd she bolts from him, taking Whitehead by surprise.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Whitehead and his men surround the car. They kneel, guns trained \ninside...Templar and Jillian are gone. \nWhitehead barks at his men."],["</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.","Ilya's ankles. His legs fly from under him and he goes down, the gun \nclattering across the floor. \nIlya tries to get to his feet.","Ilya, fuming, walks across the street to Templar.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Total chaos. Women screaming, everybody running around. Ilya comes \nthrough the panicked crowd.","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","Ilya falls 12 stories to his death. \nNo he doesn't. He falls one story and miraculously catches the balustrade \n<I>there</I>.","Suddenly ILYA'S HANDS are around his ankles. \nTemplar falls. He's going 12 stories to his death.","Ilya and Templar duck. The tank FIRES. The MISSILE PROJECTILE explodes \nfrom the tank's barrel, flies through the mansion's front door over Ilya and","Templar catches Ilya's wrist. \nA terrifying tableau: Ilya, hanging over the concrete floor below, held up only","Ilya slams his forearm into Templar's head. The disk flies from Templar's \nhand, scuttles across the roof shingles, falling through a crater...","Ilya eyes Templar. Templar periodically meets Ilya's eyes. These exchanged \nglances are rife with hostility.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ILYA (v.o.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Don't move.","Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over","Ilya, Whitehead, and the other men are blown off their feet. Some are killed. \nAsphalt and dirt rain down, followed by --","There's a burst of ORANGE LIGHT as A TANK SHELL explodes on the roof, \nknocking Ilya off his feet, allowing --","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Ilya's black eyes stare at Colonel Crosby. He backs away from the gate. He turns and sees ","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ILYA (v.o.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Turn around. Slowly.","Ilya curses silently. And peels away from the cops and commotion, off into \nthe night.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...","Across the exploding, crumbling rooftop, Ilya and Templar go. A TANK SHELL \nexplodes in front of Ilya."],["VICTOR KARPOV, the popularly elected President of Russia, rises. Karpov is \n55, intelligent, with a calm, professional demeanor.","<P ID=\"dia\">An extraordinary allegation, \nBernard, that Russia's present \nleadership, including President \nVictor Karpov, is connected with the","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">President Karpov and his wife are sleeping. The door blasts open, throwing a \nbeam of light on Karpov, who sits up, staring with a confused expression at --","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. THE RUSSIAN GULFSTREAM - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Jillian sits, still unconscious. Or is she?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">PRESIDENT KARPOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">Agreed.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. THE RUSSIAN GULFSTREAM - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The aircraft is tilted forward in descent.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">PRESIDENT KARPOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">Tell me what you want.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">President Karpov shakes Gracha's hand. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">BACK TO SCENE","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">When Romanov gains the \npresidency Russia will be ours.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A chilly September night. A rally is underway in the Dvortsovaya Ploshchad, \nthe vast square at the foot of Nevsky Prospect Boulevard. The Winter Palace","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar and Ilya move through the nuclear situation room to President \nKarpov's office.","Russia's underworld bosses, are \nlinked to President Karpov in \nillegal enterprises...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Remy's Lear jet skirts Moscow rooftops, just 200 feet off the ground. As the jet clears the KREMLIN roof, we see majestic Red Square spreading before","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The tanks continue firing. Russian Marines fire round after round into the \nmansion. Tretiak's men inside return the fire.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT . THE RUSS IAN GULFSTREAM \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The pilot, looking down at Jillian and Yuri, clicks on his short-wave radio:","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">EXT. ST. PETERSBURG, RUSSIA - NIGHT","<P ID=\"dia\">In Russia, Michael Romanov has \nbeen accused of inciting riots and \nviolence in St. Petersburg...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A RUSSIAN TANK. Just sitting there in the mansion courtyard. Russian \nsoldiers behind it.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals)."],["Templar and Jillian crawl toward the van's rear. \nTemplar looks toward THE U.S. EMBASSY. It's 100 yards away, but looks like","vehicles, watching. Every point of access to the embassy is sealed. \nWe see WHITEHEAD. A Mercedes pulls up to him. ILYA gets out.","There's an exit hatch into the embassy \ncourtyard. That's where we're going.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">IN THE U. S. EMBASSY'S FRONT COURTYARD \nColonel Crosby watches the situation unfold.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE U. S. EMBASSY \nIlya and his men stand next to their vehicles, silently watching the embassy.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">Very good. Under the United States Embassy.","away - we see the American flag flying from the roof stanchion. \nIn the intersections around the embassy, Tretiak's men stand by their","COLONEL WILLIAM CROSBY, embassy c.o., exits the embassy and \napproaches the front gates. A FULL BEER BOTTLE smashes at his feet,","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...","and up into the embassy compound. You can do this. \nShe grabs Templar's hand. He pulls her up and inside --","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">We haven't, up there's the street in \nfront of the embassy.","races from the van, heading in a direction away from the embassy. \nACROSS THE STREET - ILYA double takes, seeing Templar sprinting from the \nvan.","BEHIND THE OVERTURNED CAR - TEMPLAR \nsees Jillian running for the embassy. As he returns fire, he exhorts her under \nhis breath.","A U. S. MARINE and ARMY GREEN BERET detachment, grimfaced and heavily \narmed, stand silent vigil inside the embassy's wrought-iron gates.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Jillian logrolls out from under the van. \nShe sprints for the embassy gates.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar enters from Victoria Embankment. \nTWO FIGURES emerge from the fog. Templar approaches.","mouth and shoves her forward to the exit door which opens to the parallel \ntracks. \nTemplar wrenches open the door and sticks his head outside, looking down","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">JILLIAN UNDER THE VAN with a clear path to the embassy. She counts it off: three. . . . four. . . . five . . . . .","going to get Jillian before she can reach the embassy. JILLIAN, sprinting, screams to the embassy marines.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">WHITEHEAD \n<P ID=\"dia\">Yes, outside. First I'd like to ask \nyou some questions. That was an interesting \nstory you told the embassy."],["</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. SAINT IGNATIUS ORPHANAGE - EATING HALL - NIGHT","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. ORPHANAGE - NIGHT \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Again, Father Yin stands before Michael Quinn. The boys are seated for their \nevening meal.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Father O'Neal stands before the youngest, littlest boy, who, unlike the others, \nexhibits no fear in his huge, intelligent eyes. Father O'Neal hates this boy.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A long, narrow room with bunkbeds. The boys aren't sleeping. They're \ngrouped around Michael Quinn's bunk. One boy has his hand clamped to","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">THE BOYS sit at benches. Michael Quinn stares stoically ahead. The back of \nhis shirt is striped with blood.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. HONG KONG - SAINT IGNATIUS ORPHANAGE - DAY","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Father O'Neal yanks the boy from the chair. Drags him by the arm across the \nroom and out into the corridor.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The boys look at Michael Quinn. Then Francis speaks: \n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">FRANCIS","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The boy, MICHAEL QUINN, doesn't respond. \nFather O'Neal snatches his bible, revealing a SECOND BOOK hidden behind it.","O'NEAL walks amongst them. A career Jesuit with razor eyes and thin lips. An \nawful man.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Twenty boys, aged 7 to 12, sit at spartan desks, bibles raised. FATHER","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A HUNDRED BOYS staring at Michael Quinn. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"right\">DISSOLVE TO:","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And another and another: \"I did father.\" They all say it. And the littlest \nyoungest boy, surrounded by his new confederates, smiles slightly. His eyes \nglint.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","his hand, the boy beneath him. Down the switch comes. Again. And again. \nThe boy YELPS. And again and again and again... and now he SCREAMS...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Michael Quinn turns and smiles. The boys flood inside. \nThe hungry boys go for the food cart, scooping up eggs and sausage. They're","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar."],["And we can't be certain, it is vague, but the rays filtering through the \nbridgework seem to cast a halo over Templar's head. \nHe is, now, The Saint.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">INSERT - THE CARD reads: \nAnyone can be a saint, Simon Templar.","Simon Templar. My name is...","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">FRANCIS \n<P ID=\"dia\">They should've named you Simon, like \nSimon Magus the sorcerer.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">My name is Simon Templar. \nI don't have an address because I \nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar looks up.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIMON TEMPLAR sits there, dressed as usual without much heed to fashion.","<HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>THE SAINT</TITLE>\n<LINK rel=\"stylesheet\" type=\"text/css\">","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \nwearing a moustache and glasses now.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">FRANKIE \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, the U.S. Embassy has more leaks","<BODY>\n</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">THE S A I N T \n</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">by Jonathan Hensleigh","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","miracles. When Simon Magus saw the \nmiracles he offered disciple Peter \ngold for the powers of God.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Father O'Neal stands before the youngest, littlest boy, who, unlike the others, \nexhibits no fear in his huge, intelligent eyes. Father O'Neal hates this boy."],["Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \namong thieves... \nTretiak freezes, startled.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \nlife's work. You have no reaction. \nAre you that cold?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">What you stole I wanted very badly.","Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \nguns.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","TRETIAK and MEN stare in disbelief at the screen. \nIVAN GRACHA and his men slowly back away from Tretiak.","As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \napproach.","Ilya falls, concussed by the shell. Templar dives upon him, wrenching the \nCOMPUTER DISK from Ilya's pocket.","and throws it in drive. The truck rumbles forward, hopping the curb. \nTHE ARMY TRUCK ROARS out of the square, pursuing Tretiak's vehicles down","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \nmuch for honor among thieves.","Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">TEMPLAR sits opposite Tretiak, staring at him. He is shaved and rested, his \neyes utterly alert.","All of TRETIAK'S MEN laugh in Templar's face. \nIlya takes out a cigarette. Hands it to Templar. \nLights it for him.","Tretiak, Ilya, and Tretiak's surviving men run past the fallen marines to their \nvehicles.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak goes immediately to his desk, pressing the \"RECORD\" BUTTON on a","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar moves off quickly, drawing his gun. As Tretiak's men move in for the \nkill."],["</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \nlife's work. You have no reaction. \nAre you that cold?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">What you stole I wanted very badly.","Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov","computer chip worth quarter of a billion quid is nicked \nfrom the Myaki Corporation the night you arrive. We know \nyou didn't fence it in Russia. Where is it?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(sinisterly) \n<P ID=\"dia\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I owe you nothing. \nYou were hired to steal \nsomething and you failed.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">Gregor Tretiak. His headquarters. \nHis office in particular.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \none and keeps no hard records of the \ntechnology in the lab.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.","Note this, reader: Templar is not a super-spy, super-hero, or super-rake. He \nis a thief.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.","Templar produces a DARTGUN (the size of a flare gun, silenced, with a spool \nof steel cable attached to the top). He aims down the corridor and fires.","Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \namong thieves... \nTretiak freezes, startled.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A GERMAN BUSINESSMAN is having a heated conversation on a cellular \nphone. Outside, we see TRETIAK'S MEN walking toward their vehicles.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">...because he's here, moving quickly toward the Myaki Corporation's office, \nand he's not a champagne server, but a thief and a killer, a blonde Russian","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","Templar opens the folder. Inside is a plane ticket. A plane ticket to St. Petersburg...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \nguns.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful."],["</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">Suppose I don't want anything. \nSuppose I want to kill you.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(sinisterly) \n<P ID=\"dia\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?","Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A GERMAN BUSINESSMAN is having a heated conversation on a cellular \nphone. Outside, we see TRETIAK'S MEN walking toward their vehicles.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \nmuch for honor among thieves.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">Gregor Tretiak. His headquarters. \nHis office in particular.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \nguns.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar moves off quickly, drawing his gun. As Tretiak's men move in for the \nkill.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">What do I want? \nI want.. . revenge. \nNow give me the disk.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">To find this woman... \nand kill this man.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \none and keeps no hard records of the \ntechnology in the lab.","to get your research. Once he has it, you're a \ncorpse. Give me the missing data and I'll get \nyou out of here. You can trust me.","Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \nlife's work. You have no reaction. \nAre you that cold?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, where the hell are you... \nYou want me to do what?","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful."],["Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIRENS WAIL. Four large police vans roar up, the back doors flinging open.","TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \nand handcuff her, dragging her off.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The befuddled police race off, looking skyward at the top floors of the \nbuilding.","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","The van's rear door opens; TEN MEN jump down to the pavement. We see \ntheir BLACK BOOTS; they are MOSCOW POLICE, arriving to arrest the looters.","Templar comes to his side. They are Scotland Yard men BAKER, TEAL, and INSPECTOR MACDUFF.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Five policemen go for the elevators. Five more exit quickly. Ilya follows.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The plainclothesman emerges from behind the Older Cop. \nIn one shocking, effortless motion, he places a silenced handgun to the Young","supporters push into the line of police. The police push back with shields and truncheons. A melee breaks out. The Romanov supporters surge past the police. It is a wild, uncontrolled, chaotic scene.","Harry forms a stirrup with his hands and hoists Templar, then Ilya, through \nthe hole in the ceiling.","<P ID=\"spkdir\">(pointing back at the police sedan) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Help them!","And Simon Templar joins Jillian here, speaking with her \nsoul... \n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON AND JILLIAN","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \nwearing a moustache and glasses now.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, where the hell are you... \nYou want me to do what?","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A POLICE VAN is rolling straight for his head. He ducks and closes the \nmanhole cover as the VAN RUMBLES over it.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. POLICE CRUISER - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The cruiser clears the Romanov supporters.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates..."],["Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \nAnd heads west. To freedom.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.","Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">They shake hands. \nRomanov rises and exits. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"right\">CUT TO:","He gets up and yanks her to her feet. Pulls her back toward the train to \nMoscow.","thousand. They carry pro-Romanov banners and shout: DOWN WITH \nKARPOV! In the b.g., we see more rioting. Gunfire crackling. An overturned","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...","They pile into the first two cars and SQUEAL away, heading down the Nevsky \nProspect.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ILYA (o.s., in Russian) \n<P ID=\"dia\">There's been a change of plans. \nYuri stares at the phone and --","TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \nand handcuff her, dragging her off.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A T.V. shows a newscast from the Ploschad. Dr. Singh and Zubov, having \nseen everything that just transpired, are frantically destroying their data and","There's an exit hatch into the embassy \ncourtyard. That's where we're going.","by Russian Marines, Special Forces, and the enraged crowd. They too head \ndown the Nevsky Prospect for the mafia headquarters...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ROMANOV, in the back of the limousine, waves to his supporters. They go \nwild, clapping and cheering. The limo continues into the Admiralty compound.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Remy's Lear jet skirts Moscow rooftops, just 200 feet off the ground. As the jet clears the KREMLIN roof, we see majestic Red Square spreading before","Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Total chaos. Women screaming, everybody running around. Ilya comes \nthrough the panicked crowd.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, where the hell are you... \nYou want me to do what?"],["</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \none and keeps no hard records of the \ntechnology in the lab.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(sinisterly) \n<P ID=\"dia\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?","<P ID=\"dia\">The next pages are the critical part, what no one in fifty years has discovered. \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(looks up at Tretiak)","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \nlife's work. You have no reaction. \nAre you that cold?","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">Gregor Tretiak. His headquarters. \nHis office in particular.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">Not yet. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Romanov clicks on his cellular phone.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Zubov begins scrolling through the document; again we see the displav of graphs. tables. plans. Specs.. etc.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">What you stole I wanted very badly.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">Suppose I don't want anything. \nSuppose I want to kill you.","Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak goes immediately to his desk, pressing the \"RECORD\" BUTTON on a","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A GERMAN BUSINESSMAN is having a heated conversation on a cellular \nphone. Outside, we see TRETIAK'S MEN walking toward their vehicles.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">TEMPLAR sits opposite Tretiak, staring at him. He is shaved and rested, his \neyes utterly alert.","records. \nZubov is burning the cold fusion hardcopies in a waste basket. Dr. Singh is \ndeleting the computer files.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">A nuclear fusion generator. We have \na man on the inside.","Templar pulls out the disk containing Jillian's data and shoves a fresh disk \ninto the disk drive. He begins copying Jillian's research from harddrive to disk.","to get your research. Once he has it, you're a \ncorpse. Give me the missing data and I'll get \nyou out of here. You can trust me."],["</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \none and keeps no hard records of the \ntechnology in the lab.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \nmuch for honor among thieves.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">As Jillian rises and hands the German Businessman his letters, we see that ","to get your research. Once he has it, you're a \ncorpse. Give me the missing data and I'll get \nyou out of here. You can trust me.","<P ID=\"dia\">Of course. An American scientist \nhas worked ten years to develop a \ncertain technology. I am informed \nthat the technology will be made","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She smiles crookedly; hands over the locket.","You lost. I lost. To think \nwhat we could have done \nwith her formula. \nBut life goes on, no?","records. \nZubov is burning the cold fusion hardcopies in a waste basket. Dr. Singh is \ndeleting the computer files.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(sinisterly) \n<P ID=\"dia\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?","ACROSS THE LAB, ZUBOV and DR. SINGH are huddled over a hydrogen tank, \njust like the one we saw in Jillian's lab. The tank is surrounded by hundreds of","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Then, from the mansion's basement, the very guts of the building, the \nchemicals in the lab detonate and --","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A T.V. shows a newscast from the Ploschad. Dr. Singh and Zubov, having \nseen everything that just transpired, are frantically destroying their data and","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">They shake hands. \nRomanov rises and exits. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"right\">CUT TO:","Templar pulls out the disk containing Jillian's data and shoves a fresh disk \ninto the disk drive. He begins copying Jillian's research from harddrive to disk.","Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \nand handcuff her, dragging her off.","<P ID=\"dia\">The next pages are the critical part, what no one in fifty years has discovered. \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(looks up at Tretiak)","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \nlife's work. You have no reaction. \nAre you that cold?","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \nguns.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Suddenly the transmission starts coming across the satellite link, recording \nover the old tape. It's almost finished..."],["Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(sinisterly) \n<P ID=\"dia\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - EVENING","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NI GHT","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">TRETIAK'S MEN, firing from sedans entering the square. \nThe Lear jet accelerates straight for the oncoming sedans, lifting off, almost","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak's men are at the windows with automatic weapons, firing on the army \nbelow. Two men drag a crate into the office. They open it, revealing an ","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The anti-tank grenade launcher is operational. One of Tretiak's men loads, the \nother fires, and --","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.","and throws it in drive. The truck rumbles forward, hopping the curb. \nTHE ARMY TRUCK ROARS out of the square, pursuing Tretiak's vehicles down","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">EXT. TRETIAK'S HEADQUARTERS - ROOF \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar dangles from the drainpipe.","Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \nmuch for honor among thieves.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">EXT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - ZUBOV' S LAB","TRETIAK'S MEN open fire. The MARINES return fire. A harrowing amount of \nammunition is expended in seconds.","We see the blinking caboose lights of the TRAIN TO MOSCOW. It's stopped at \nan intersection in front of TWO BLACK SEDANS parked across the tracks."],["Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(sinisterly) \n<P ID=\"dia\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.","Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \namong thieves... \nTretiak freezes, startled.","Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">What you stole I wanted very badly.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \none and keeps no hard records of the \ntechnology in the lab.","opens the van door; tosses it into a sidewalk TRASH RECEPTACLE. \nShe accelerates through the light, now green, and takes a left into TRETIAK' S","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","When she's gone he puts the locket on the table. \nHe pries open the back of it with a pen-knife.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I owe you nothing. \nYou were hired to steal \nsomething and you failed.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak goes immediately to his desk, pressing the \"RECORD\" BUTTON on a","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak's men are at the windows with automatic weapons, firing on the army \nbelow. Two men drag a crate into the office. They open it, revealing an "],["</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. ORPHANAGE - NIGHT \n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Again, Father Yin stands before Michael Quinn. The boys are seated for their \nevening meal.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Father O'Neal yanks the boy from the chair. Drags him by the arm across the \nroom and out into the corridor.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Father O'Neal stands before the youngest, littlest boy, who, unlike the others, \nexhibits no fear in his huge, intelligent eyes. Father O'Neal hates this boy.","<P ID=\"dia\">.. .Simon. Don't do this. \nThey'll kill you.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. ORPHANAGE - CORRIDOR OUTSIDE BUNKROOM - NIGHT","Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, where the hell are you... \nYou want me to do what?","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A long, narrow room with bunkbeds. The boys aren't sleeping. They're \ngrouped around Michael Quinn's bunk. One boy has his hand clamped to","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">THE OTHER BOYS wait two seconds, then they spring up and run, en masse, \nto the door. Grouped in the threshold, straining for a good view, they watch \nas --","</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">INT. SAINT IGNATIUS ORPHANAGE - EATING HALL - NIGHT","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar looks up.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">FRANKIE \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, the U.S. Embassy has more leaks","Templar gets to his feet, gaining his bearings, looking for Jillian. He takes off running.","is but part of God's design. All of \nyou are unwanted, put here because \nof the sins of your unwedded \nmothers. The church has fed you and","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">MR. FONG, the orphanage cook, wheels a FOOD CART into the kitchen and"],["</p><p><p ID=\"act\">-- A JAPANESE WOMAN, looking up, pointing at the man dangling from the \nbalustrade above, SCREAMS. And now everybody looks up.","No. His fingers clutch the outside of the balustrade. Templar dangles there, \nlooking up at the sadistic face of Ilya. And suddenly below --","and ties them with the belt. \nHe pulls her to the trapdoor and CUT TO:","Ilya falls 12 stories to his death. \nNo he doesn't. He falls one story and miraculously catches the balustrade \n<I>there</I>.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Jillian, terrified, wide-eyed, nods. And they jump.","the detached armrest across Yuri's head. Yuri falls backward, dazed. \nJillian rolls to the emergency door, one hand yanking open the door, the other","And down she comes, landing hard in the middle of an intersection. TAXIS \nand AUTOMOBILES swerve aside, nearly killing her. Others SCREECH to a \nstop.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","They get to their feet, circling each other. Their footing is not trustworthy, like \nice in Spring. \nTank shells SLAM into the mansion's upper architecture and roof. A shell hits","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The Man In Black moves, hand over hand, toward the mezzanine balcony, the \nwindow stuck to his feet.","He drops to the mezzanine. He rests the glass against the wall. He peers over \nthe balustrade at the party below. Satisfied, he removes his hood, ENDING TITLES.","Jillian falls, her ice water SMASHING on the floor. \nTEMPLAR runs to her, shoving people aside.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She sinks down, confused, blinking, near tears. CUT TO:","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">We're 12 stories up, outside the city's Nikko hotel. \nThe rally across town is a distant glow. \nWe hear the singing crowd.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Through the tiniest slit of eye, so as not to appear conscious, Jillian looks at Yuri, then at TWO PARACHUTES shelved above the emergency exit.","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">He shrugs off the parachute pack and falls, landing on the chess board, \nscuttling the pieces. The Geezers fall backward on their behinds.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">JILLIAN gets to her feet, wild-eyed and frantic, tangled in cord and parachute \nsilk. She looks around at --","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">... it flutters to the mansion floor, 50 feet down."],["And we can't be certain, it is vague, but the rays filtering through the \nbridgework seem to cast a halo over Templar's head. \nHe is, now, The Saint.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">INSERT - THE CARD reads: \nAnyone can be a saint, Simon Templar.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">FRANCIS \n<P ID=\"dia\">They should've named you Simon, like \nSimon Magus the sorcerer.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","Simon Templar. My name is...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him","miracles. When Simon Magus saw the \nmiracles he offered disciple Peter \ngold for the powers of God.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar looks up.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">My name is Simon Templar. \nI don't have an address because I \nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIMON TEMPLAR sits there, dressed as usual without much heed to fashion.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And another and another: \"I did father.\" They all say it. And the littlest \nyoungest boy, surrounded by his new confederates, smiles slightly. His eyes \nglint.","He is awed. It's like Salieri looking at Mozart's sheet music. He's searched all \nhis life for something and... another person has found it.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \nwearing a moustache and glasses now.","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","<BODY>\n</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">THE S A I N T \n</p><p><p ID=\"slug\">by Jonathan Hensleigh","<HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>THE SAINT</TITLE>\n<LINK rel=\"stylesheet\" type=\"text/css\">"],["computer chip worth quarter of a billion quid is nicked \nfrom the Myaki Corporation the night you arrive. We know \nyou didn't fence it in Russia. Where is it?","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">INSIDE THE LITTLE BOX is a tiny MICRO-CHIP. \nTemplar closes the box and pockets it.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">INSERT - THE LOCKET - there is a compartment in which sits THE STOLEN \nMICRO-CHIP. Templar plucks out the chip and drops it into an envelope.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Frankie hands Guard 1 the box and hands Guard 2 a clipboard for his \nsignature. Frankie looks at the surveillance monitors and raises an eyebrow.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","the adjacent building, fifty feet below. \nIlya turns back. \nHe's going after the disk.","Something fast and unexpected happens, like slight-of hand. Templar pulls A \nSECOND TAPE from inside his suit and puts it back in the drawer, sliding the","Scarpinin shows THE SEIZED TAPE to the crowd, then hands it to Romanov, \nwho climbs atop the tank.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And another and another: \"I did father.\" They all say it. And the littlest \nyoungest boy, surrounded by his new confederates, smiles slightly. His eyes \nglint.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","surveillance cameras. We see exteriors, Zubov's lab, corridors, etc. \nFrankie is looking at A MONITOR OF TRETIAK'S OFFICE; Tretiak is pacing,","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The document is copied. Templar grabs the copied disk from the disk drive \nand rips the slip of paper from the notepad. He flicks off the computer and","Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.","He sees JILLIAN'S COMPUTER. Walks over to it.","He drops to the mezzanine. He rests the glass against the wall. He peers over \nthe balustrade at the party below. Satisfied, he removes his hood, ENDING TITLES.","Ilya falls, concussed by the shell. Templar dives upon him, wrenching the \nCOMPUTER DISK from Ilya's pocket.","<P ID=\"spkdir\">(pulls out the envelope with the computer chip) \n<P ID=\"dia\">.. . ship this by overnight courier to that address."],["</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \nlife's work. You have no reaction. \nAre you that cold?","<P ID=\"dia\">I need the men in your areas, Ivan, \nfor two days. Particularly Moscow \nand points South.","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, where the hell are you... \nYou want me to do what?","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A PHOTO OF IVAN GRACHA, 50's, short, beady-eyed, sinister, appears on the \nscreen.","As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \napproach.","He is awed. It's like Salieri looking at Mozart's sheet music. He's searched all \nhis life for something and... another person has found it.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">...because he's here, moving quickly toward the Myaki Corporation's office, \nand he's not a champagne server, but a thief and a killer, a blonde Russian","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","Simon, please: this is not a bank. \nThis is the former Soviet Union's \nmissile command. \nForced entry is impossible.","scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \nAnd heads west. To freedom.","Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.","But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \n...God will take her anyway.","the adjacent building, fifty feet below. \nIlya turns back. \nHe's going after the disk.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ZUBOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">My name is Vapin Zubov. I would \nlike to discuss something with...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","Ilya's eyes are wild. He wants that disk..."],["He gets up and yanks her to her feet. Pulls her back toward the train to \nMoscow.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","Slowly opens her eyes. Yuri approaches. \nYuri lifts away the blanket. Jillian's wrists are tied to the wheelchair armrests,","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \nAnd heads west. To freedom.","TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \nand handcuff her, dragging her off.","the adjacent building, fifty feet below. \nIlya turns back. \nHe's going after the disk.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Total chaos. Women screaming, everybody running around. Ilya comes \nthrough the panicked crowd.","He pulls her up. She stands limply, still weeping, no longer resisting. He's \nbigger and stronger, there's no use. Templar gathers Jillian's wrists together","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \nshut.","As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \napproach.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">They shake hands. \nRomanov rises and exits. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"right\">CUT TO:","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">...because he's here, moving quickly toward the Myaki Corporation's office, \nand he's not a champagne server, but a thief and a killer, a blonde Russian","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A PHOTO OF IVAN GRACHA, 50's, short, beady-eyed, sinister, appears on the \nscreen.","and ties them with the belt. \nHe pulls her to the trapdoor and CUT TO:","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Suddenly Jillian blinks. She sees something. \nIt's TEMPLAR, driving a Russian sedan. He rolls to a stop across the circular","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Through the tiniest slit of eye, so as not to appear conscious, Jillian looks at Yuri, then at TWO PARACHUTES shelved above the emergency exit.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">IVAN GRACHA and six bodyguards enter."],["</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \nwearing a moustache and glasses now.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">And Simon whispers to himself... \n\n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON \n<P ID=\"dia\">I will do what is right.","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIMON TEMPLAR sits there, dressed as usual without much heed to fashion.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar looks up.","And Simon Templar joins Jillian here, speaking with her \nsoul... \n</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">SIMON AND JILLIAN","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">VOICE \n<P ID=\"dia\">Is this Simon Templar?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, where the hell are you... \nYou want me to do what?","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">FRANKIE \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, the U.S. Embassy has more leaks","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">FRANKIE \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon, wait. . . . \nCLICK.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Pause. And Harry, just perceptibly, nods. And returns to his obsequious self.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TEMPLAR \n<P ID=\"dia\">My name is Simon Templar. \nI don't have an address because I \nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Rabineau flips the page. SIMON TEMPLAR'S PHOTO stares at Jillian. She \nstudies it a moment. Shakes her head.","A ROLLS ROYCE sits on the road shoulder. As we pass the Rolls, we see \nSIMON TEMPLAR standing next to it wearing a hopeless expression.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">She stares at him. This is a very strange man. \nIntriguing yes, but also possibly a lunatic. She decides to take the dismissive \nroute:","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">REMY SAMARKAND \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(smiles) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Anything for Simon Templar..."],["Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","The van's rear door opens; TEN MEN jump down to the pavement. We see \ntheir BLACK BOOTS; they are MOSCOW POLICE, arriving to arrest the looters.","TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \nand handcuff her, dragging her off.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Total chaos. Women screaming, everybody running around. Ilya comes \nthrough the panicked crowd.","scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \nAnd heads west. To freedom.","Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Five policemen go for the elevators. Five more exit quickly. Ilya follows.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","supporters push into the line of police. The police push back with shields and truncheons. A melee breaks out. The Romanov supporters surge past the police. It is a wild, uncontrolled, chaotic scene.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIRENS WAIL. Four large police vans roar up, the back doors flinging open.","They pile into the first two cars and SQUEAL away, heading down the Nevsky \nProspect.","Total silence. A pin could drop. \nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">They shake hands. \nRomanov rises and exits. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"right\">CUT TO:","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.","by Russian Marines, Special Forces, and the enraged crowd. They too head \ndown the Nevsky Prospect for the mafia headquarters...","Ilya curses silently. And peels away from the cops and commotion, off into \nthe night.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The befuddled police race off, looking skyward at the top floors of the \nbuilding.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A T.V. shows a newscast from the Ploschad. Dr. Singh and Zubov, having \nseen everything that just transpired, are frantically destroying their data and","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The police cruiser moves past A THRONG OF MICHAEL ROMANOV \nSUPPORTERS carrying placards and banners. They begin pelting the cruiser with rocks and bottles."],["</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">Maybe you should take greater \ninterest in politics, Ivan Gracha.","thousand. They carry pro-Romanov banners and shout: DOWN WITH \nKARPOV! In the b.g., we see more rioting. Gunfire crackling. An overturned","As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \napproach.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">IVAN GRACHA and six bodyguards enter.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ROMANOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">He exists to be dominated. \nTo partnership in government.","<P ID=\"dia\">I need the men in your areas, Ivan, \nfor two days. Particularly Moscow \nand points South.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A chilly September night. A rally is underway in the Dvortsovaya Ploshchad, \nthe vast square at the foot of Nevsky Prospect Boulevard. The Winter Palace","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ZUBOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">My name is Vapin Zubov. I would \nlike to discuss something with...","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ILYA (v.o.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Don't move.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">They shake hands. \nRomanov rises and exits. \n\n</p><p><p ID=\"right\">CUT TO:","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ROMANOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">A public debate, then new elections. \nWe'll let the people decide.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A PHOTO OF IVAN GRACHA, 50's, short, beady-eyed, sinister, appears on the \nscreen.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ILYA (v.o.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Turn around. Slowly.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">RADISCHEV \n<P ID=\"spkdir\">(motions to MAJOR SCARPININ) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Arrest him.","arrest, escorted by SPECIAL FORCES MEN. \nRomanov climbs atop a TANK TURRET. \nHe looks out over the crowd.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">TRETIAK \n<P ID=\"dia\">Suppose I don't want anything. \nSuppose I want to kill you.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ILYA (o.s., in Russian) \n<P ID=\"dia\">There's been a change of plans. \nYuri stares at the phone and --","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">MICHAEL ROMANOV stands on a raised platform outside the gates of a","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">ROMANOV \n<P ID=\"dia\">A public debate, then new \nelections. We'll let the \npeople decide."],["Templar comes to his side. They are Scotland Yard men BAKER, TEAL, and INSPECTOR MACDUFF.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The befuddled police race off, looking skyward at the top floors of the \nbuilding.","Templar and Jillian enter the private berth across from the businessman. It \nhas reclining chairs and a curtain for privacy. The train BEGINS MOVING \nagain.","Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">The M.P. waves the ambulance through. Harry waves back. \nThe ambulance pulls into the Admiralty compound, going past to the rear, to","alongside the taxi, staring at Jillian. \nAnd she stares back at him, stony, expressionless. \nThe canal is wider now, and the water taxi accelerates, pulling away from the","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">A POLICE VAN is rolling straight for his head. He ducks and closes the \nmanhole cover as the VAN RUMBLES over it.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">SIRENS WAIL. Four large police vans roar up, the back doors flinging open.","mouth and shoves her forward to the exit door which opens to the parallel \ntracks. \nTemplar wrenches open the door and sticks his head outside, looking down","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Five policemen go for the elevators. Five more exit quickly. Ilya follows.","Then he sees her. \nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).","Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.","scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \nAnd heads west. To freedom.","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.","Templar listens. Above, the van has stopped. \nTemplar pushes up the manhole cover. The VAN has stopped directly over the \nmanhole.","He drops to the mezzanine. He rests the glass against the wall. He peers over \nthe balustrade at the party below. Satisfied, he removes his hood, ENDING TITLES.","</p><p><P ID=\"speaker\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \n<P ID=\"dia\">Simon Magus was a magician and \nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.","continue up the staircase. Ilya reaches the mezzanine. He climbs atop the \nbalustrade and jumps to the lip of the crater in the dome. He pulls himself up.","Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \nThe two men are side-by-side. \nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the","</p><p><p ID=\"act\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar."]],"string":"[\n [\n \"Simon Templar. My name is...\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">My name is Simon Templar. \\nI don't have an address because I \\nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \\nwearing a moustache and glasses now.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">A. . . .plane. \\nIndeed, Simon Templar, a plane.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">SIMON TEMPLAR sits there, dressed as usual without much heed to fashion.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">The world can do without Simon \\nTemplar. It can't do without you.\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"And Simon Templar joins Jillian here, speaking with her \\nsoul... \\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON AND JILLIAN\",\n \"Note this, reader: Templar is not a super-spy, super-hero, or super-rake. He \\nis a thief.\",\n \"A ROLLS ROYCE sits on the road shoulder. As we pass the Rolls, we see \\nSIMON TEMPLAR standing next to it wearing a hopeless expression.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY SAMARKAND \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(smiles) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Anything for Simon Templar...\",\n \"Templar comes to his side. They are Scotland Yard men BAKER, TEAL, and INSPECTOR MACDUFF.\",\n \"And we can't be certain, it is vague, but the rays filtering through the \\nbridgework seem to cast a halo over Templar's head. \\nHe is, now, The Saint.\",\n \"Templar. With the calm efficiency of a hangman, Ilya\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Rabineau flips the page. SIMON TEMPLAR'S PHOTO stares at Jillian. She \\nstudies it a moment. Shakes her head.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">VOICE \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Is this Simon Templar?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar enters the lobby wearing a fresh suit under a black leather trench \\ncoat. He goes to the desk, where concierge Harry Winston looks up.\"\n ],\n [\n \"supporters push into the line of police. The police push back with shields and truncheons. A melee breaks out. The Romanov supporters surge past the police. It is a wild, uncontrolled, chaotic scene.\",\n \"breaks out, Romanov supporters versus the police.\",\n \"The van's rear door opens; TEN MEN jump down to the pavement. We see \\ntheir BLACK BOOTS; they are MOSCOW POLICE, arriving to arrest the looters.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The police cruiser moves past A THRONG OF MICHAEL ROMANOV \\nSUPPORTERS carrying placards and banners. They begin pelting the cruiser with rocks and bottles.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. POLICE CRUISER - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The cruiser clears the Romanov supporters.\",\n \"by Russian Marines, Special Forces, and the enraged crowd. They too head \\ndown the Nevsky Prospect for the mafia headquarters...\",\n \"TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \\nand handcuff her, dragging her off.\",\n \"thousand. They carry pro-Romanov banners and shout: DOWN WITH \\nKARPOV! In the b.g., we see more rioting. Gunfire crackling. An overturned\",\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">An OLDER RUSSIAN COP, followed by a PLAINCLOTHESMAN, approach the \\nyoung cop's cruiser.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ROMANOV, in the back of the limousine, waves to his supporters. They go \\nwild, clapping and cheering. The limo continues into the Admiralty compound.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Two units of MOSCOW POLICE in riot gear. A POLICE SERGEANT clicks on a \\nmegaphone.\",\n \"street, blocking it. The Young Russian Cop brakes; the cruiser comes to a stop in front of the other cruisers.\",\n \"Four THUGGISH-LOOKING MEN stand guard inside the mansion's compound, \\ngiving Romanov the eye. One is ZERO (Tretiak's bodyguard on Blackfriars\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A chilly September night. A rally is underway in the Dvortsovaya Ploshchad, \\nthe vast square at the foot of Nevsky Prospect Boulevard. The Winter Palace\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Five policemen go for the elevators. Five more exit quickly. Ilya follows.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">YOUNG RUSSIAN COP \\nThere could be revolution maybe. \\nCity very dangerous.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A MILITARY AMBULANCE careens around the corner and rolls past the \\nRomanov supporters up to the Admiralty gates.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">MOSCOW POLICE SERGEANT\\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Disperse. Disperse!\",\n \"arrest, escorted by SPECIAL FORCES MEN. \\nRomanov climbs atop a TANK TURRET. \\nHe looks out over the crowd.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \\namong thieves... \\nTretiak freezes, startled.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(sinisterly) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The anti-tank grenade launcher is operational. One of Tretiak's men loads, the \\nother fires, and --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \\nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.\",\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">And it's leaders, Romanov, \\nthe most powerful people.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"Party, leveled more allegations against \\nPresident Victor Karpov. According to \\nRomanov, two men, Gregor Tretiak...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">-- TRETIAK, emerging from the limousine. Tretiak's guards surround him; \\nthey move quickly up the mansion's marble steps, dodging the thrown debris.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak's men are at the windows with automatic weapons, firing on the army \\nbelow. Two men drag a crate into the office. They open it, revealing an \",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \\nmuch for honor among thieves.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar moves off quickly, drawing his gun. As Tretiak's men move in for the \\nkill.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - EVENING\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \\nguns.\",\n \"As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \\napproach.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">When Romanov gains the \\npresidency Russia will be ours.\",\n \"TRETIAK'S MEN open fire. The MARINES return fire. A harrowing amount of \\nammunition is expended in seconds.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Put your guns down.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NI GHT\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Well? Let's see.\"\n ],\n [\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">She first proves why hot fusion - the tokamak - is impractical. You must heat the hydrogen gases so high, more energy is wasted than created. Here she goes into the benefits of cold fusion.\",\n \"records. \\nZubov is burning the cold fusion hardcopies in a waste basket. Dr. Singh is \\ndeleting the computer files.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ZUBOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Yes. Fusion at room temperature. Regarded as an impossibility by the scientific community. A myth.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ZUBOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I would like to discuss cold fusion, Doctor. \\nDr. Singh's demeanor changes. Pushes open the door.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The retrieval begins: A DOCUMENT appears on the screen: \\nTHE GENERATION OF ENERGY FROM COLD NUCLEAR FUSION\",\n \"nuclei meet and their protons and \\nneutrons fuse together into a single \\nnucleus. The fused nuclei move off \\nat high speed, producing energy.\",\n \"Nuclear fusion could provide us \\nwith almost unlimited power.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">THE GENERATION OF ENERGY FROM COLD NUCLEAR FUSION \\nSubmitted by:\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \\nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">The combination of chemicals in which atoms will fuse at room temperature.\",\n \"called a tokamak, developed in \\nRussia, essentially a doughnut \\nshaped tube that contains the gases to \\nbe fused.\",\n \"TOKAMAK. Under this he spells it backwards: KAMAKOT. \\nHe turns to the computer and types: \\\"KAMAKOT\\\" And instantly this flashes:\",\n \"Zubov hits the \\\"scroll\\\" key. The next page appears; we see the heading at the top of the page: THE CHEMICAL ENVIRONMENT FOR COLD FUSION\",\n \"deuterium and lithium, and a machine \\nto make them fuse under controlled conditions.\",\n \"ACROSS THE LAB, ZUBOV and DR. SINGH are huddled over a hydrogen tank, \\njust like the one we saw in Jillian's lab. The tank is surrounded by hundreds of\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">VIJAY SINGH (v.o., cassette) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Nuclear fusion occurs when pairs of\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Nuclear fusion. They say it's\",\n \"diagrams. He is adding chemicals to a bath of hydrogen in a COMPRESSION CHAMBER.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">The benefits of warm fusion.\",\n \"this that the woman's done it. \\nShe may have found a source of \\nunlimited energy.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \\nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">SIRENS WAIL. Four large police vans roar up, the back doors flinging open.\",\n \"alongside the taxi, staring at Jillian. \\nAnd she stares back at him, stony, expressionless. \\nThe canal is wider now, and the water taxi accelerates, pulling away from the\",\n \"scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \\nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \\nAnd heads west. To freedom.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Jillian, terrified, wide-eyed, nods. And they jump.\",\n \"mouth and shoves her forward to the exit door which opens to the parallel \\ntracks. \\nTemplar wrenches open the door and sticks his head outside, looking down\",\n \"Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \\nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">They scramble off. We hear WHOOSHING WATER coming down the pipe.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar floors it. The car SQUEALS away from the curb. Whitehead runs \\nalongside, trying to get the door open.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Jillian logrolls out from under the van. \\nShe sprints for the embassy gates.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The driver's side door opens. In comes Jillian, then Templar. Templar shoves Jillian across the front seat and gets in, behind the wheel. He floors it.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar and Jillian move with the other passengers toward the exits. As they \\npass the ladies' room:\",\n \"Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \\nThe two men are side-by-side. \\nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">JILLIAN'S EYES dart around. Her forehead is sweaty. \\nAnd she bolts from him, taking Whitehead by surprise.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Whitehead and his men surround the car. They kneel, guns trained \\ninside...Templar and Jillian are gone. \\nWhitehead barks at his men.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \\nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.\",\n \"Ilya's ankles. His legs fly from under him and he goes down, the gun \\nclattering across the floor. \\nIlya tries to get to his feet.\",\n \"Ilya, fuming, walks across the street to Templar.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Total chaos. Women screaming, everybody running around. Ilya comes \\nthrough the panicked crowd.\",\n \"Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \\nThe two men are side-by-side. \\nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the\",\n \"Ilya falls 12 stories to his death. \\nNo he doesn't. He falls one story and miraculously catches the balustrade \\n<I>there</I>.\",\n \"Suddenly ILYA'S HANDS are around his ankles. \\nTemplar falls. He's going 12 stories to his death.\",\n \"Ilya and Templar duck. The tank FIRES. The MISSILE PROJECTILE explodes \\nfrom the tank's barrel, flies through the mansion's front door over Ilya and\",\n \"Templar catches Ilya's wrist. \\nA terrifying tableau: Ilya, hanging over the concrete floor below, held up only\",\n \"Ilya slams his forearm into Templar's head. The disk flies from Templar's \\nhand, scuttles across the roof shingles, falling through a crater...\",\n \"Ilya eyes Templar. Templar periodically meets Ilya's eyes. These exchanged \\nglances are rife with hostility.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ILYA (v.o.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Don't move.\",\n \"Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \\nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over\",\n \"Ilya, Whitehead, and the other men are blown off their feet. Some are killed. \\nAsphalt and dirt rain down, followed by --\",\n \"There's a burst of ORANGE LIGHT as A TANK SHELL explodes on the roof, \\nknocking Ilya off his feet, allowing --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Ilya's black eyes stare at Colonel Crosby. He backs away from the gate. He turns and sees \",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ILYA (v.o.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Turn around. Slowly.\",\n \"Ilya curses silently. And peels away from the cops and commotion, off into \\nthe night.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...\",\n \"Across the exploding, crumbling rooftop, Ilya and Templar go. A TANK SHELL \\nexplodes in front of Ilya.\"\n ],\n [\n \"VICTOR KARPOV, the popularly elected President of Russia, rises. Karpov is \\n55, intelligent, with a calm, professional demeanor.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">An extraordinary allegation, \\nBernard, that Russia's present \\nleadership, including President \\nVictor Karpov, is connected with the\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">President Karpov and his wife are sleeping. The door blasts open, throwing a \\nbeam of light on Karpov, who sits up, staring with a confused expression at --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. THE RUSSIAN GULFSTREAM - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Jillian sits, still unconscious. Or is she?\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">PRESIDENT KARPOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Agreed.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. THE RUSSIAN GULFSTREAM - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The aircraft is tilted forward in descent.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">PRESIDENT KARPOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Tell me what you want.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">President Karpov shakes Gracha's hand. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">BACK TO SCENE\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">When Romanov gains the \\npresidency Russia will be ours.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A chilly September night. A rally is underway in the Dvortsovaya Ploshchad, \\nthe vast square at the foot of Nevsky Prospect Boulevard. The Winter Palace\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar and Ilya move through the nuclear situation room to President \\nKarpov's office.\",\n \"Russia's underworld bosses, are \\nlinked to President Karpov in \\nillegal enterprises...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Remy's Lear jet skirts Moscow rooftops, just 200 feet off the ground. As the jet clears the KREMLIN roof, we see majestic Red Square spreading before\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \\ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The tanks continue firing. Russian Marines fire round after round into the \\nmansion. Tretiak's men inside return the fire.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT . THE RUSS IAN GULFSTREAM \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The pilot, looking down at Jillian and Yuri, clicks on his short-wave radio:\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">EXT. ST. PETERSBURG, RUSSIA - NIGHT\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">In Russia, Michael Romanov has \\nbeen accused of inciting riots and \\nviolence in St. Petersburg...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A RUSSIAN TANK. Just sitting there in the mansion courtyard. Russian \\nsoldiers behind it.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\"\n ],\n [\n \"Templar and Jillian crawl toward the van's rear. \\nTemplar looks toward THE U.S. EMBASSY. It's 100 yards away, but looks like\",\n \"vehicles, watching. Every point of access to the embassy is sealed. \\nWe see WHITEHEAD. A Mercedes pulls up to him. ILYA gets out.\",\n \"There's an exit hatch into the embassy \\ncourtyard. That's where we're going.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">IN THE U. S. EMBASSY'S FRONT COURTYARD \\nColonel Crosby watches the situation unfold.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE U. S. EMBASSY \\nIlya and his men stand next to their vehicles, silently watching the embassy.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Very good. Under the United States Embassy.\",\n \"away - we see the American flag flying from the roof stanchion. \\nIn the intersections around the embassy, Tretiak's men stand by their\",\n \"COLONEL WILLIAM CROSBY, embassy c.o., exits the embassy and \\napproaches the front gates. A FULL BEER BOTTLE smashes at his feet,\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...\",\n \"and up into the embassy compound. You can do this. \\nShe grabs Templar's hand. He pulls her up and inside --\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">We haven't, up there's the street in \\nfront of the embassy.\",\n \"races from the van, heading in a direction away from the embassy. \\nACROSS THE STREET - ILYA double takes, seeing Templar sprinting from the \\nvan.\",\n \"BEHIND THE OVERTURNED CAR - TEMPLAR \\nsees Jillian running for the embassy. As he returns fire, he exhorts her under \\nhis breath.\",\n \"A U. S. MARINE and ARMY GREEN BERET detachment, grimfaced and heavily \\narmed, stand silent vigil inside the embassy's wrought-iron gates.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Jillian logrolls out from under the van. \\nShe sprints for the embassy gates.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar enters from Victoria Embankment. \\nTWO FIGURES emerge from the fog. Templar approaches.\",\n \"mouth and shoves her forward to the exit door which opens to the parallel \\ntracks. \\nTemplar wrenches open the door and sticks his head outside, looking down\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">JILLIAN UNDER THE VAN with a clear path to the embassy. She counts it off: three. . . . four. . . . five . . . . .\",\n \"going to get Jillian before she can reach the embassy. JILLIAN, sprinting, screams to the embassy marines.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">WHITEHEAD \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Yes, outside. First I'd like to ask \\nyou some questions. That was an interesting \\nstory you told the embassy.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. SAINT IGNATIUS ORPHANAGE - EATING HALL - NIGHT\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. ORPHANAGE - NIGHT \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Again, Father Yin stands before Michael Quinn. The boys are seated for their \\nevening meal.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Father O'Neal stands before the youngest, littlest boy, who, unlike the others, \\nexhibits no fear in his huge, intelligent eyes. Father O'Neal hates this boy.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A long, narrow room with bunkbeds. The boys aren't sleeping. They're \\ngrouped around Michael Quinn's bunk. One boy has his hand clamped to\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">THE BOYS sit at benches. Michael Quinn stares stoically ahead. The back of \\nhis shirt is striped with blood.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. HONG KONG - SAINT IGNATIUS ORPHANAGE - DAY\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Father O'Neal yanks the boy from the chair. Drags him by the arm across the \\nroom and out into the corridor.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The boys look at Michael Quinn. Then Francis speaks: \\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">FRANCIS\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The boy, MICHAEL QUINN, doesn't respond. \\nFather O'Neal snatches his bible, revealing a SECOND BOOK hidden behind it.\",\n \"O'NEAL walks amongst them. A career Jesuit with razor eyes and thin lips. An \\nawful man.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Twenty boys, aged 7 to 12, sit at spartan desks, bibles raised. FATHER\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A HUNDRED BOYS staring at Michael Quinn. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"right\\\">DISSOLVE TO:\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And another and another: \\\"I did father.\\\" They all say it. And the littlest \\nyoungest boy, surrounded by his new confederates, smiles slightly. His eyes \\nglint.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"his hand, the boy beneath him. Down the switch comes. Again. And again. \\nThe boy YELPS. And again and again and again... and now he SCREAMS...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Michael Quinn turns and smiles. The boys flood inside. \\nThe hungry boys go for the food cart, scooping up eggs and sausage. They're\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.\"\n ],\n [\n \"And we can't be certain, it is vague, but the rays filtering through the \\nbridgework seem to cast a halo over Templar's head. \\nHe is, now, The Saint.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">INSERT - THE CARD reads: \\nAnyone can be a saint, Simon Templar.\",\n \"Simon Templar. My name is...\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">FRANCIS \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">They should've named you Simon, like \\nSimon Magus the sorcerer.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">My name is Simon Templar. \\nI don't have an address because I \\nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar looks up.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">SIMON TEMPLAR sits there, dressed as usual without much heed to fashion.\",\n \"<HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>THE SAINT</TITLE>\\n<LINK rel=\\\"stylesheet\\\" type=\\\"text/css\\\">\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \\nwearing a moustache and glasses now.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">FRANKIE \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon, the U.S. Embassy has more leaks\",\n \"<BODY>\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">THE S A I N T \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">by Jonathan Hensleigh\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"miracles. When Simon Magus saw the \\nmiracles he offered disciple Peter \\ngold for the powers of God.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Father O'Neal stands before the youngest, littlest boy, who, unlike the others, \\nexhibits no fear in his huge, intelligent eyes. Father O'Neal hates this boy.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \\namong thieves... \\nTretiak freezes, startled.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \\nlife's work. You have no reaction. \\nAre you that cold?\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">What you stole I wanted very badly.\",\n \"Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \\nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \\nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \\nguns.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"TRETIAK and MEN stare in disbelief at the screen. \\nIVAN GRACHA and his men slowly back away from Tretiak.\",\n \"As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \\napproach.\",\n \"Ilya falls, concussed by the shell. Templar dives upon him, wrenching the \\nCOMPUTER DISK from Ilya's pocket.\",\n \"and throws it in drive. The truck rumbles forward, hopping the curb. \\nTHE ARMY TRUCK ROARS out of the square, pursuing Tretiak's vehicles down\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \\nmuch for honor among thieves.\",\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \\nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">TEMPLAR sits opposite Tretiak, staring at him. He is shaved and rested, his \\neyes utterly alert.\",\n \"All of TRETIAK'S MEN laugh in Templar's face. \\nIlya takes out a cigarette. Hands it to Templar. \\nLights it for him.\",\n \"Tretiak, Ilya, and Tretiak's surviving men run past the fallen marines to their \\nvehicles.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak goes immediately to his desk, pressing the \\\"RECORD\\\" BUTTON on a\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar moves off quickly, drawing his gun. As Tretiak's men move in for the \\nkill.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \\nlife's work. You have no reaction. \\nAre you that cold?\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">What you stole I wanted very badly.\",\n \"Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \\nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov\",\n \"computer chip worth quarter of a billion quid is nicked \\nfrom the Myaki Corporation the night you arrive. We know \\nyou didn't fence it in Russia. Where is it?\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(sinisterly) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I owe you nothing. \\nYou were hired to steal \\nsomething and you failed.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Gregor Tretiak. His headquarters. \\nHis office in particular.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \\none and keeps no hard records of the \\ntechnology in the lab.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \\nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.\",\n \"Note this, reader: Templar is not a super-spy, super-hero, or super-rake. He \\nis a thief.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.\",\n \"Templar produces a DARTGUN (the size of a flare gun, silenced, with a spool \\nof steel cable attached to the top). He aims down the corridor and fires.\",\n \"Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \\namong thieves... \\nTretiak freezes, startled.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A GERMAN BUSINESSMAN is having a heated conversation on a cellular \\nphone. Outside, we see TRETIAK'S MEN walking toward their vehicles.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">...because he's here, moving quickly toward the Myaki Corporation's office, \\nand he's not a champagne server, but a thief and a killer, a blonde Russian\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"Templar opens the folder. Inside is a plane ticket. A plane ticket to St. Petersburg...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \\nguns.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \\ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Suppose I don't want anything. \\nSuppose I want to kill you.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(sinisterly) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?\",\n \"Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \\nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A GERMAN BUSINESSMAN is having a heated conversation on a cellular \\nphone. Outside, we see TRETIAK'S MEN walking toward their vehicles.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \\nmuch for honor among thieves.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Gregor Tretiak. His headquarters. \\nHis office in particular.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \\nguns.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar moves off quickly, drawing his gun. As Tretiak's men move in for the \\nkill.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \\nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">What do I want? \\nI want.. . revenge. \\nNow give me the disk.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">To find this woman... \\nand kill this man.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \\none and keeps no hard records of the \\ntechnology in the lab.\",\n \"to get your research. Once he has it, you're a \\ncorpse. Give me the missing data and I'll get \\nyou out of here. You can trust me.\",\n \"Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \\nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \\nlife's work. You have no reaction. \\nAre you that cold?\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon, where the hell are you... \\nYou want me to do what?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \\ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">SIRENS WAIL. Four large police vans roar up, the back doors flinging open.\",\n \"TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \\nand handcuff her, dragging her off.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The befuddled police race off, looking skyward at the top floors of the \\nbuilding.\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"The van's rear door opens; TEN MEN jump down to the pavement. We see \\ntheir BLACK BOOTS; they are MOSCOW POLICE, arriving to arrest the looters.\",\n \"Templar comes to his side. They are Scotland Yard men BAKER, TEAL, and INSPECTOR MACDUFF.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Five policemen go for the elevators. Five more exit quickly. Ilya follows.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The plainclothesman emerges from behind the Older Cop. \\nIn one shocking, effortless motion, he places a silenced handgun to the Young\",\n \"supporters push into the line of police. The police push back with shields and truncheons. A melee breaks out. The Romanov supporters surge past the police. It is a wild, uncontrolled, chaotic scene.\",\n \"Harry forms a stirrup with his hands and hoists Templar, then Ilya, through \\nthe hole in the ceiling.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(pointing back at the police sedan) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Help them!\",\n \"And Simon Templar joins Jillian here, speaking with her \\nsoul... \\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON AND JILLIAN\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \\nwearing a moustache and glasses now.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon, where the hell are you... \\nYou want me to do what?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A POLICE VAN is rolling straight for his head. He ducks and closes the \\nmanhole cover as the VAN RUMBLES over it.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. POLICE CRUISER - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The cruiser clears the Romanov supporters.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...\"\n ],\n [\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \\nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \\nAnd heads west. To freedom.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \\nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.\",\n \"Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \\nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.\",\n \"Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \\nThe two men are side-by-side. \\nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">They shake hands. \\nRomanov rises and exits. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"right\\\">CUT TO:\",\n \"He gets up and yanks her to her feet. Pulls her back toward the train to \\nMoscow.\",\n \"thousand. They carry pro-Romanov banners and shout: DOWN WITH \\nKARPOV! In the b.g., we see more rioting. Gunfire crackling. An overturned\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...\",\n \"They pile into the first two cars and SQUEAL away, heading down the Nevsky \\nProspect.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ILYA (o.s., in Russian) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">There's been a change of plans. \\nYuri stares at the phone and --\",\n \"TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \\nand handcuff her, dragging her off.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A T.V. shows a newscast from the Ploschad. Dr. Singh and Zubov, having \\nseen everything that just transpired, are frantically destroying their data and\",\n \"There's an exit hatch into the embassy \\ncourtyard. That's where we're going.\",\n \"by Russian Marines, Special Forces, and the enraged crowd. They too head \\ndown the Nevsky Prospect for the mafia headquarters...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ROMANOV, in the back of the limousine, waves to his supporters. They go \\nwild, clapping and cheering. The limo continues into the Admiralty compound.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Remy's Lear jet skirts Moscow rooftops, just 200 feet off the ground. As the jet clears the KREMLIN roof, we see majestic Red Square spreading before\",\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Total chaos. Women screaming, everybody running around. Ilya comes \\nthrough the panicked crowd.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon, where the hell are you... \\nYou want me to do what?\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \\none and keeps no hard records of the \\ntechnology in the lab.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(sinisterly) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">The next pages are the critical part, what no one in fifty years has discovered. \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(looks up at Tretiak)\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \\nlife's work. You have no reaction. \\nAre you that cold?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \\nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Gregor Tretiak. His headquarters. \\nHis office in particular.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Not yet. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Romanov clicks on his cellular phone.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Zubov begins scrolling through the document; again we see the displav of graphs. tables. plans. Specs.. etc.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">What you stole I wanted very badly.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Suppose I don't want anything. \\nSuppose I want to kill you.\",\n \"Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \\nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak goes immediately to his desk, pressing the \\\"RECORD\\\" BUTTON on a\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A GERMAN BUSINESSMAN is having a heated conversation on a cellular \\nphone. Outside, we see TRETIAK'S MEN walking toward their vehicles.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">TEMPLAR sits opposite Tretiak, staring at him. He is shaved and rested, his \\neyes utterly alert.\",\n \"records. \\nZubov is burning the cold fusion hardcopies in a waste basket. Dr. Singh is \\ndeleting the computer files.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">A nuclear fusion generator. We have \\na man on the inside.\",\n \"Templar pulls out the disk containing Jillian's data and shoves a fresh disk \\ninto the disk drive. He begins copying Jillian's research from harddrive to disk.\",\n \"to get your research. Once he has it, you're a \\ncorpse. Give me the missing data and I'll get \\nyou out of here. You can trust me.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \\none and keeps no hard records of the \\ntechnology in the lab.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \\nmuch for honor among thieves.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">As Jillian rises and hands the German Businessman his letters, we see that \",\n \"to get your research. Once he has it, you're a \\ncorpse. Give me the missing data and I'll get \\nyou out of here. You can trust me.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Of course. An American scientist \\nhas worked ten years to develop a \\ncertain technology. I am informed \\nthat the technology will be made\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She smiles crookedly; hands over the locket.\",\n \"You lost. I lost. To think \\nwhat we could have done \\nwith her formula. \\nBut life goes on, no?\",\n \"records. \\nZubov is burning the cold fusion hardcopies in a waste basket. Dr. Singh is \\ndeleting the computer files.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(sinisterly) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?\",\n \"ACROSS THE LAB, ZUBOV and DR. SINGH are huddled over a hydrogen tank, \\njust like the one we saw in Jillian's lab. The tank is surrounded by hundreds of\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Then, from the mansion's basement, the very guts of the building, the \\nchemicals in the lab detonate and --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A T.V. shows a newscast from the Ploschad. Dr. Singh and Zubov, having \\nseen everything that just transpired, are frantically destroying their data and\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">They shake hands. \\nRomanov rises and exits. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"right\\\">CUT TO:\",\n \"Templar pulls out the disk containing Jillian's data and shoves a fresh disk \\ninto the disk drive. He begins copying Jillian's research from harddrive to disk.\",\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"TWO MOSCOW POLICEMEN enter. They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \\nand handcuff her, dragging her off.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">The next pages are the critical part, what no one in fifty years has discovered. \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(looks up at Tretiak)\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \\nlife's work. You have no reaction. \\nAre you that cold?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Tretiak draws his gun. As does Ilya. Zubov and Dr. Singh stare at the \\nguns.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Suddenly the transmission starts coming across the satellite link, recording \\nover the old tape. It's almost finished...\"\n ],\n [\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(sinisterly) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \\nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - EVENING\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NI GHT\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">TRETIAK'S MEN, firing from sedans entering the square. \\nThe Lear jet accelerates straight for the oncoming sedans, lifting off, almost\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak's men are at the windows with automatic weapons, firing on the army \\nbelow. Two men drag a crate into the office. They open it, revealing an \",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The anti-tank grenade launcher is operational. One of Tretiak's men loads, the \\nother fires, and --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \\ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.\",\n \"and throws it in drive. The truck rumbles forward, hopping the curb. \\nTHE ARMY TRUCK ROARS out of the square, pursuing Tretiak's vehicles down\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">EXT. TRETIAK'S HEADQUARTERS - ROOF \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar dangles from the drainpipe.\",\n \"Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \\nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak shoots Zubov. Ilya shoots Dr. Singh. The two scientists fall, dead. So \\nmuch for honor among thieves.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">EXT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK' S HEADQUARTERS - ZUBOV' S LAB\",\n \"TRETIAK'S MEN open fire. The MARINES return fire. A harrowing amount of \\nammunition is expended in seconds.\",\n \"We see the blinking caboose lights of the TRAIN TO MOSCOW. It's stopped at \\nan intersection in front of TWO BLACK SEDANS parked across the tracks.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \\nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(sinisterly) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I do, Mr. Templar. May I ask who hired you?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is GREGOR TRETIAK. To characterize him as the John Gotti of Russia is to \\ndemean him. He is vastly more powerful.\",\n \"Then Tretiak wheels on Ilya, his gun coming up. Yes, so much for honor \\namong thieves... \\nTretiak freezes, startled.\",\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">What you stole I wanted very badly.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. TRETIAK'S OFFICE - DAY \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak sits behind his desk. The room is dark.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">He's tried. The scientist trusts no \\none and keeps no hard records of the \\ntechnology in the lab.\",\n \"opens the van door; tosses it into a sidewalk TRASH RECEPTACLE. \\nShe accelerates through the light, now green, and takes a left into TRETIAK' S\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"When she's gone he puts the locket on the table. \\nHe pries open the back of it with a pen-knife.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I owe you nothing. \\nYou were hired to steal \\nsomething and you failed.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak goes immediately to his desk, pressing the \\\"RECORD\\\" BUTTON on a\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \\nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak's men are at the windows with automatic weapons, firing on the army \\nbelow. Two men drag a crate into the office. They open it, revealing an \"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. ORPHANAGE - NIGHT \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Again, Father Yin stands before Michael Quinn. The boys are seated for their \\nevening meal.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Father O'Neal yanks the boy from the chair. Drags him by the arm across the \\nroom and out into the corridor.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Father O'Neal stands before the youngest, littlest boy, who, unlike the others, \\nexhibits no fear in his huge, intelligent eyes. Father O'Neal hates this boy.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">.. .Simon. Don't do this. \\nThey'll kill you.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. ORPHANAGE - CORRIDOR OUTSIDE BUNKROOM - NIGHT\",\n \"Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \\nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon, where the hell are you... \\nYou want me to do what?\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A long, narrow room with bunkbeds. The boys aren't sleeping. They're \\ngrouped around Michael Quinn's bunk. One boy has his hand clamped to\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">THE OTHER BOYS wait two seconds, then they spring up and run, en masse, \\nto the door. Grouped in the threshold, straining for a good view, they watch \\nas --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">INT. SAINT IGNATIUS ORPHANAGE - EATING HALL - NIGHT\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar looks up.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">FRANKIE \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon, the U.S. Embassy has more leaks\",\n \"Templar gets to his feet, gaining his bearings, looking for Jillian. He takes off running.\",\n \"is but part of God's design. All of \\nyou are unwanted, put here because \\nof the sins of your unwedded \\nmothers. The church has fed you and\",\n \"Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \\nThe two men are side-by-side. \\nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">MR. FONG, the orphanage cook, wheels a FOOD CART into the kitchen and\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">-- A JAPANESE WOMAN, looking up, pointing at the man dangling from the \\nbalustrade above, SCREAMS. And now everybody looks up.\",\n \"No. His fingers clutch the outside of the balustrade. Templar dangles there, \\nlooking up at the sadistic face of Ilya. And suddenly below --\",\n \"and ties them with the belt. \\nHe pulls her to the trapdoor and CUT TO:\",\n \"Ilya falls 12 stories to his death. \\nNo he doesn't. He falls one story and miraculously catches the balustrade \\n<I>there</I>.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Jillian, terrified, wide-eyed, nods. And they jump.\",\n \"the detached armrest across Yuri's head. Yuri falls backward, dazed. \\nJillian rolls to the emergency door, one hand yanking open the door, the other\",\n \"And down she comes, landing hard in the middle of an intersection. TAXIS \\nand AUTOMOBILES swerve aside, nearly killing her. Others SCREECH to a \\nstop.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"They get to their feet, circling each other. Their footing is not trustworthy, like \\nice in Spring. \\nTank shells SLAM into the mansion's upper architecture and roof. A shell hits\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The Man In Black moves, hand over hand, toward the mezzanine balcony, the \\nwindow stuck to his feet.\",\n \"He drops to the mezzanine. He rests the glass against the wall. He peers over \\nthe balustrade at the party below. Satisfied, he removes his hood, ENDING TITLES.\",\n \"Jillian falls, her ice water SMASHING on the floor. \\nTEMPLAR runs to her, shoving people aside.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She sinks down, confused, blinking, near tears. CUT TO:\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">We're 12 stories up, outside the city's Nikko hotel. \\nThe rally across town is a distant glow. \\nWe hear the singing crowd.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \\nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Through the tiniest slit of eye, so as not to appear conscious, Jillian looks at Yuri, then at TWO PARACHUTES shelved above the emergency exit.\",\n \"Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \\nThe two men are side-by-side. \\nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">He shrugs off the parachute pack and falls, landing on the chess board, \\nscuttling the pieces. The Geezers fall backward on their behinds.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">JILLIAN gets to her feet, wild-eyed and frantic, tangled in cord and parachute \\nsilk. She looks around at --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">... it flutters to the mansion floor, 50 feet down.\"\n ],\n [\n \"And we can't be certain, it is vague, but the rays filtering through the \\nbridgework seem to cast a halo over Templar's head. \\nHe is, now, The Saint.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">INSERT - THE CARD reads: \\nAnyone can be a saint, Simon Templar.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">FRANCIS \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">They should've named you Simon, like \\nSimon Magus the sorcerer.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"Simon Templar. My name is...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">This is SIMON TEMPLAR. A hard, self-reliant, crafty man. You should treat him\",\n \"miracles. When Simon Magus saw the \\nmiracles he offered disciple Peter \\ngold for the powers of God.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar looks up.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">My name is Simon Templar. \\nI don't have an address because I \\nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">SIMON TEMPLAR sits there, dressed as usual without much heed to fashion.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And another and another: \\\"I did father.\\\" They all say it. And the littlest \\nyoungest boy, surrounded by his new confederates, smiles slightly. His eyes \\nglint.\",\n \"He is awed. It's like Salieri looking at Mozart's sheet music. He's searched all \\nhis life for something and... another person has found it.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \\nwearing a moustache and glasses now.\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"<BODY>\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">THE S A I N T \\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"slug\\\">by Jonathan Hensleigh\",\n \"<HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>THE SAINT</TITLE>\\n<LINK rel=\\\"stylesheet\\\" type=\\\"text/css\\\">\"\n ],\n [\n \"computer chip worth quarter of a billion quid is nicked \\nfrom the Myaki Corporation the night you arrive. We know \\nyou didn't fence it in Russia. Where is it?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">INSIDE THE LITTLE BOX is a tiny MICRO-CHIP. \\nTemplar closes the box and pockets it.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">INSERT - THE LOCKET - there is a compartment in which sits THE STOLEN \\nMICRO-CHIP. Templar plucks out the chip and drops it into an envelope.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Frankie hands Guard 1 the box and hands Guard 2 a clipboard for his \\nsignature. Frankie looks at the surveillance monitors and raises an eyebrow.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... Sumatra.\",\n \"the adjacent building, fifty feet below. \\nIlya turns back. \\nHe's going after the disk.\",\n \"Something fast and unexpected happens, like slight-of hand. Templar pulls A \\nSECOND TAPE from inside his suit and puts it back in the drawer, sliding the\",\n \"Scarpinin shows THE SEIZED TAPE to the crowd, then hands it to Romanov, \\nwho climbs atop the tank.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And another and another: \\\"I did father.\\\" They all say it. And the littlest \\nyoungest boy, surrounded by his new confederates, smiles slightly. His eyes \\nglint.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"surveillance cameras. We see exteriors, Zubov's lab, corridors, etc. \\nFrankie is looking at A MONITOR OF TRETIAK'S OFFICE; Tretiak is pacing,\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The document is copied. Templar grabs the copied disk from the disk drive \\nand rips the slip of paper from the notepad. He flicks off the computer and\",\n \"Shockingly, we see...Tretiak's. \\nSimon Templar stashed the tape Frankie recorded of the Tretiak/Romanov\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">CAMERA PUSHES in on Templar, staring at her. Even the darkest of men have a seed of goodness. Here, for the first time, does it flower in Simon Templar.\",\n \"He sees JILLIAN'S COMPUTER. Walks over to it.\",\n \"He drops to the mezzanine. He rests the glass against the wall. He peers over \\nthe balustrade at the party below. Satisfied, he removes his hood, ENDING TITLES.\",\n \"Ilya falls, concussed by the shell. Templar dives upon him, wrenching the \\nCOMPUTER DISK from Ilya's pocket.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(pulls out the envelope with the computer chip) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">.. . ship this by overnight courier to that address.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I ask you to steal a person's entire \\nlife's work. You have no reaction. \\nAre you that cold?\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I need the men in your areas, Ivan, \\nfor two days. Particularly Moscow \\nand points South.\",\n \"Ilya crawls out, his feet finding the same windowsill. \\nThe two men are side-by-side. \\nThey begin inching across the sill to a STEEL-RUNGED ladder leading to the\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">REMY \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon, where the hell are you... \\nYou want me to do what?\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A PHOTO OF IVAN GRACHA, 50's, short, beady-eyed, sinister, appears on the \\nscreen.\",\n \"As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \\napproach.\",\n \"He is awed. It's like Salieri looking at Mozart's sheet music. He's searched all \\nhis life for something and... another person has found it.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \\nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">...because he's here, moving quickly toward the Myaki Corporation's office, \\nand he's not a champagne server, but a thief and a killer, a blonde Russian\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"Simon, please: this is not a bank. \\nThis is the former Soviet Union's \\nmissile command. \\nForced entry is impossible.\",\n \"scraping the landing gear against their windshields. It wings into the air, \\nclearing the top of the Ivan Memorial by a foot. \\nAnd heads west. To freedom.\",\n \"Because Ilya has his gun leveled on Tretiak. \\nTretiak tries to speak. Words won't form. Ilya FIRES. Tretiak pitches over\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Tretiak approaches a man in a lab coat, ZUBOV, wearing a grim, anxious \\nexpression. Zubov chainsmokes constantly.\",\n \"But God won't help you, Simon Templar... \\n...God will take her anyway.\",\n \"the adjacent building, fifty feet below. \\nIlya turns back. \\nHe's going after the disk.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ZUBOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">My name is Vapin Zubov. I would \\nlike to discuss something with...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"Ilya's eyes are wild. He wants that disk...\"\n ],\n [\n \"He gets up and yanks her to her feet. 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They stride over to Frankie, yank her up \\nand handcuff her, dragging her off.\",\n \"the adjacent building, fifty feet below. \\nIlya turns back. \\nHe's going after the disk.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Total chaos. Women screaming, everybody running around. Ilya comes \\nthrough the panicked crowd.\",\n \"He pulls her up. She stands limply, still weeping, no longer resisting. He's \\nbigger and stronger, there's no use. Templar gathers Jillian's wrists together\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">GREGOR TRETIAK sits in the back of the limousine, silently glaring at \\nRomanov. The limousine rolls inside the compound, the gates CLANGING \\nshut.\",\n \"As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \\napproach.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Ilya's eyes bulge in terror as the staircase collapses under him. Ilya falls, \\nengulfed in flame, still clutching the cold fusion disk.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">They shake hands. \\nRomanov rises and exits. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"right\\\">CUT TO:\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">...because he's here, moving quickly toward the Myaki Corporation's office, \\nand he's not a champagne server, but a thief and a killer, a blonde Russian\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A PHOTO OF IVAN GRACHA, 50's, short, beady-eyed, sinister, appears on the \\nscreen.\",\n \"and ties them with the belt. \\nHe pulls her to the trapdoor and CUT TO:\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Suddenly Jillian blinks. She sees something. \\nIt's TEMPLAR, driving a Russian sedan. He rolls to a stop across the circular\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Through the tiniest slit of eye, so as not to appear conscious, Jillian looks at Yuri, then at TWO PARACHUTES shelved above the emergency exit.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">IVAN GRACHA and six bodyguards enter.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She returns the bottle and turns, coming face-to-face with SIMON TEMPLAR, \\nwearing a moustache and glasses now.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">And Simon whispers to himself... \\n\\n</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">SIMON \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I will do what is right.\",\n \"Jillian smiles at Templar. [Due to his mean origins and evolution, Templar has witnessed approximately three charitable acts in his whole life, and this was \\nthe third.] Thus does Simon Templar smile uneasily back.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">BOY'S VOICE (o.s.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Simon Magus was a magician and \\nsorcerer in uhhm... 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And returns to his obsequious self.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TEMPLAR \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">My name is Simon Templar. \\nI don't have an address because I \\nlive in hotels. I'm a professional thief.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Rabineau flips the page. SIMON TEMPLAR'S PHOTO stares at Jillian. She \\nstudies it a moment. Shakes her head.\",\n \"A ROLLS ROYCE sits on the road shoulder. As we pass the Rolls, we see \\nSIMON TEMPLAR standing next to it wearing a hopeless expression.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">She stares at him. This is a very strange man. \\nIntriguing yes, but also possibly a lunatic. 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SIRENS ARE WAILING. \\nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Five policemen go for the elevators. Five more exit quickly. Ilya follows.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"supporters push into the line of police. The police push back with shields and truncheons. A melee breaks out. The Romanov supporters surge past the police. It is a wild, uncontrolled, chaotic scene.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">ILYA, with a desperate reach, collars Jillian. She shrugs off her jacket, leaving Ilya with the jacket but no Jillian. Jillian lunges through the embassy gates...\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">SIRENS WAIL. Four large police vans roar up, the back doors flinging open.\",\n \"They pile into the first two cars and SQUEAL away, heading down the Nevsky \\nProspect.\",\n \"Total silence. A pin could drop. \\nTretiak and his men brandish their weapons. The intimidated crowd backs off. \\nThey move quickly toward their vehicles, the CROWD parting for them.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">They shake hands. \\nRomanov rises and exits. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"right\\\">CUT TO:\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; \\nJillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.\",\n \"by Russian Marines, Special Forces, and the enraged crowd. They too head \\ndown the Nevsky Prospect for the mafia headquarters...\",\n \"Ilya curses silently. And peels away from the cops and commotion, off into \\nthe night.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The befuddled police race off, looking skyward at the top floors of the \\nbuilding.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A T.V. shows a newscast from the Ploschad. Dr. Singh and Zubov, having \\nseen everything that just transpired, are frantically destroying their data and\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The police cruiser moves past A THRONG OF MICHAEL ROMANOV \\nSUPPORTERS carrying placards and banners. They begin pelting the cruiser with rocks and bottles.\"\n ],\n [\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Maybe you should take greater \\ninterest in politics, Ivan Gracha.\",\n \"thousand. They carry pro-Romanov banners and shout: DOWN WITH \\nKARPOV! In the b.g., we see more rioting. Gunfire crackling. An overturned\",\n \"As Tretiak moves through the crowd, IVAN GRACHA and twenty of his men \\napproach.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">IVAN GRACHA and six bodyguards enter.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ROMANOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">He exists to be dominated. \\nTo partnership in government.\",\n \"<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">I need the men in your areas, Ivan, \\nfor two days. Particularly Moscow \\nand points South.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A chilly September night. A rally is underway in the Dvortsovaya Ploshchad, \\nthe vast square at the foot of Nevsky Prospect Boulevard. The Winter Palace\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ZUBOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">My name is Vapin Zubov. I would \\nlike to discuss something with...\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ILYA (v.o.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Don't move.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">They shake hands. \\nRomanov rises and exits. \\n\\n</p><p><p ID=\\\"right\\\">CUT TO:\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ROMANOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">A public debate, then new elections. \\nWe'll let the people decide.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A PHOTO OF IVAN GRACHA, 50's, short, beady-eyed, sinister, appears on the \\nscreen.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ILYA (v.o.) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Turn around. Slowly.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">RADISCHEV \\n<P ID=\\\"spkdir\\\">(motions to MAJOR SCARPININ) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Arrest him.\",\n \"arrest, escorted by SPECIAL FORCES MEN. \\nRomanov climbs atop a TANK TURRET. \\nHe looks out over the crowd.\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">TRETIAK \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">Suppose I don't want anything. \\nSuppose I want to kill you.\",\n \"Then he sees her. \\nJust a glimpse. 50 yards ahead. Moving through the crowded sidewalk toward the FONTANKA (the largest and most beautiful of the city's grand canals).\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ILYA (o.s., in Russian) \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">There's been a change of plans. \\nYuri stares at the phone and --\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">MICHAEL ROMANOV stands on a raised platform outside the gates of a\",\n \"</p><p><P ID=\\\"speaker\\\">ROMANOV \\n<P ID=\\\"dia\\\">A public debate, then new \\nelections. We'll let the \\npeople decide.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Templar comes to his side. They are Scotland Yard men BAKER, TEAL, and INSPECTOR MACDUFF.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The befuddled police race off, looking skyward at the top floors of the \\nbuilding.\",\n \"Templar and Jillian enter the private berth across from the businessman. It \\nhas reclining chairs and a curtain for privacy. The train BEGINS MOVING \\nagain.\",\n \"Templar looks around. SIRENS ARE WAILING. \\nHe runs across rooftops, disappearing into the St. Petersburg night.\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">The M.P. waves the ambulance through. Harry waves back. \\nThe ambulance pulls into the Admiralty compound, going past to the rear, to\",\n \"alongside the taxi, staring at Jillian. \\nAnd she stares back at him, stony, expressionless. \\nThe canal is wider now, and the water taxi accelerates, pulling away from the\",\n \"</p><p><p ID=\\\"act\\\">A POLICE VAN is rolling straight for his head. 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Stares at,,hisnew colleagues going about their\n business as if nothing happened.\n\n INT. 40TH FLOOR --:DAY","David's still grinning as he reaches his downtown office\n tower. He enters through the revolving door--\n\n INT. DAVID'S OFFICE BUILDING'-- GROUND FLOOR LOBBY -- MORNING","Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\n As he does he real zes David can see him.","Empty, except for a bored-looking security guard at the other\n end of the lobby. David gets into an empty elevator.\n\n INT. 41ST FLOOR LOBBY -- MORNING","David stands in ftontof the corner office labeled \"Steve\n Kincaid.\" He hesitates, then opens it. He sees an empty","David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\n David realizes the door is no longer \"stuck.\"","DAVID\n Okay...\n Daviddecides he doesn't need to announce himself.\n\n INT. RSR CAPITAL OFFICES -- MORNING","2) David pulls a fire alarm. Nothing.\n 3) David slams on the door with a two-by-four.","A thousand-yard stare on his face, David walks toward\n downtown Manhattan amid dozens of--pedestrian commuters.\n\n INT. RSR OFFICES -- DAY","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","INT. UNDERGROUND PUMPING STATION --,MORNING\n\n David is rearing to go. Finally, Harm's watch alarm beeps.","DAVID\n ' (to himself).\n This is ridiculous.\n He pockets his phone.\n\n EXT. PARK AVENUE SOUTH MORNING","David works out. He's got the-energy-level of a 25 year-old.\n He runs on a treadmill. Hits the heavy bag. Does sit-ups.","David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\n Richardson's pursuit.\n\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY","David exits through a steel door., it clangs shut behind him.\n He stands there unable to proceed for a long beat then starts\n walking to the corner to orient himself.","DAVID'S EYES)\n Are you okay?\n (off David's nod)\n Come on, we're late. Happy first\n day by the way.\n They head towards the conference room.","David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\n cheeks. Seeing David...","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","DAVID (,.CONT'D)\n What the hell are you doing?!\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:","THROUGH THE WINDOW AT DAVID\n David finishes his call, then looks out the window. There is"],["THOMPSON\n You know, we actually tried Free\n Will before. After taking you from\n hunting and gathering to the height","(BEAT)\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\n go.\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\n\n THEN:","reveal our existence we will erase\n your brain. Your memories, your\n emotions, your entire personality\n will be expunged. Your friends and","six hundred years tempering your\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\n fifty years�you brought us World","They stop, and look at each other. David takes her hand as\n Adjustment Team trsapers appear all around them from adjacent\n roofs. They're completely surrounded.","RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\n Only a handful of human beings know\n what you now know, David. We're\n determined to keep it that way.","Big old marble sinks, heavy wood doors. Elise enters, tears\n welling in her eyes...\n\n INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HALLWAY -- DAY","THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU\n\n\n\n Written by\n\n George Nolfi\n\n\n Based on a short story by","INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS --'NIGHT\n\n Burdensky and a dejected Richardson walk down the hall.","before we took the training wheels\n off again. So we gave you the\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent","BAVA)\n They'll take` dance from you. You\n saw what they-'did before.\n 'fihe foundations of her world have just collapsed... but\n somehow she pulls herself together to say this:","TNT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS -- DUSK\n A defeated Richardson trudges up a long flight of stairs.\n\n INT. HALLWAY -- DUSK","TH2;.>�HAT, RMAN\n I could control 'everything. You'd\n be ha` 3 ou' d be puppets. I","THOMPSON\n Why do you refuse to accept what\n should be completely obvious by\n now? You've seen what we can do.\n You can't doubt we are who we say\n we are.","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","(BEAT)\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\n you have the appearance of Free\n =Will.\n\n DAVID\n You expect me.'to believe that?","DAVID\n Why are you keeping us apart?\n\n RICHARDSON\n Because the Plan calls for it.\n\n BECAUSE--","(BEAT)\n Choose a color.\n (barely a beat)\n Blue. Choose a number.\n (even less time)\n Seventeen.\n David's jaw drops slightly. Richardson was clearly right.","They see an empty roof. The Silver Suits are gone. And the\n rain has stopped. A strange silence envelopes them...\n They spin the other direction to see The Chairman, standing","THOMPSON\n You fight us, we will take\n everything from you.\n\n DAVID\n You already did once.' And I'm\n still standing..."],["(BEAT)\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\n you have the appearance of Free\n =Will.\n\n DAVID\n You expect me.'to believe that?","THOMPSON\n You know, we actually tried Free\n Will before. After taking you from\n hunting and gathering to the height","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","refuses to be bound by his fate,\n someone who understands that Free\n Will is a gift most people are too\n afraid to use.","before we took the training wheels\n off again. So we gave you the\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent","THOMPSON\n Who said anything about Free Will?\n David stares back at him.","(BORED SHRUG)\n You have Free Will over what tie\n you pick in the morning, or what\n beverage to order at lunch. But","It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\n Fate am Free Will coexist\n They're;in tension with each other.\n And pure chance.","six hundred years tempering your\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\n fifty years�you brought us World","DAVID\n Now you know. Youknota everything.\n And you have to leave mitie.\n\n ELI","to the stimuli I apply. They\n accept the path they find\n themselves on. And perform\n accordingly. But every once in a\n while someone comes along who","of the Roman Empire we stepped back\n to see how you'd do on your own.\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\n five centuries -- until finally we:","reveal our existence we will erase\n your brain. Your memories, your\n emotions, your entire personality\n will be expunged. Your friends and","face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\n just broken her chains...","DAVID (CONT'D)\n The only thing we have in this\n fucked up world are the choices we\n make. And there's nothing you can\n do to me that will get me sign them\n away.","family will think you've gone\n crazy. You won't \"think\" anything\n because a blank slate can't\n \"think.\"","it God or the Devil or Fate we all\n know you're out there, fucking with\n us...","(BEAT)\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\n go.\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\n\n THEN:","HARRY\n Because he set it up as a choice.\n \"Choose a color. Choose a number\"","The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\n The park is still and silent.\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park."],["THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","six hundred years tempering your\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\n fifty years�you brought us World","(BEAT)\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\n you have the appearance of Free\n =Will.\n\n DAVID\n You expect me.'to believe that?","THOMPSON\n You know, we actually tried Free\n Will before. After taking you from\n hunting and gathering to the height","THOMPSON\n Who said anything about Free Will?\n David stares back at him.","(BORED SHRUG)\n You have Free Will over what tie\n you pick in the morning, or what\n beverage to order at lunch. But","before we took the training wheels\n off again. So we gave you the\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent","DAVID\n My life changed when I was ten\n years old. My entire world turned\n upside-down.'\n His audience,. knows exactly what he's talking about.","of the Roman Empire we stepped back\n to see how you'd do on your own.\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\n five centuries -- until finally we:","(BEAT)\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\n go.\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\n\n THEN:","The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\n The park is still and silent.\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.","refuses to be bound by his fate,\n someone who understands that Free\n Will is a gift most people are too\n afraid to use.","BACK TO WIDE SHOT\n David trips and goes flying--\n\n MOMENTS LATER\n David is dragged back to the center of the room and placed\n back in his chair in front of Richardson.","2/12/09 121.\n David looks back at her... Just looks at her. Then he leans\n over and wipes a tear from her face. And he decides...\n He just decides.","It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\n Fate am Free Will coexist\n They're;in tension with each other.\n And pure chance.","CHARLIE\n Ten.\n\n DAVID\n What?","2/12/09 108.\n David complies. Harry opens the door.","family will think you've gone\n crazy. You won't \"think\" anything\n because a blank slate can't\n \"think.\"","DAVID\n They'll reset me...\n\n ELISE\n\n DAVID--\n\n DAVID\n They'll scramble my brain--","face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\n just broken her chains..."],["DAVID\n Why are you trying to keep me from\n Elise? Or are you just another\n lackey who doesn't really know?\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\n time to level with him.","THOMPSON\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\n you'll make Elise's show.\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?","THOMPSON\n David you are meant to change the\n world. But that doesn't happen if\n you stay with her.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","ELISE\n He left...\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\n\n DAVID\n What an idiot.","ELISE--\n\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\n\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.","Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\n the next dance.\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to","THOMPSON\n You're doing the right thing,\n David. Not just for her, and the\n world. . .but for yourself.\n David looks at him for a beat, then turns and walks away into\n the night.","ELISE\n No.\n\n DAVID\n You're not safe with me. If you","DAVID\n When Thompson told methe choice\n as Elise or the White House I\n barely hesitated.","DAVID\n We both know if you could have we\n wouldn't be standing here having\n this conversation...\n Thompson stares back. He's never dealt with such\n temerity...","DAVID\n Is she happy with him? Tell me she\n is and I'll walk away.\n\n HARRY\n Thompson won't let you get near\n that courthouse.","DAVID\n But it was:h'ard to leave.\n\n ELISE\n H& knew what buttons., tb push.","DAVID (CONT'D)\n (a statement of fact)\n I'm not losing you again. I'm not\n letting you out of my sight.\n\n ELISE\n Stalker.","Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\n badges and asking questions. /\n\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\n\n David and Elise enter the church and--","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\n Yanks on it. It's locked.","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","DAVID\n (to Elise, realizing a way\n out of his dilemma)\n Come with me. Come and watch.\n\n ELISE"],["HARRY\n That's why we're meeting out here.\n\n DAVID\n They're not following me?","HARRY\n Yes.\n\n DAVID\n What would your colleagues do to\n you if they knew what you were\n telling me?\n This is precisely what Harry has been worried about.","2/12/09 108.\n David complies. Harry opens the door.","2/12/09 38.\n Harry hesitates...as if he's not sure how much to tell David,\n how far to go with this. Finally:","DAVID\n So?\n Harry looks away. He's crossing a line. He's really putting\n himself out there:","INT. UNDERGROUND PUMPING STATION-- NIGHT\n\n David and Harry examine photos of a blue door at the side of\n a Tribeca restaurant.","HARRY\n I have my reasons.\n David studies him. Ha=rry's' clearly not ready to go into\n\n THEM:","'DAVID\n Okay, you said he's right in front\n of me, right?\n Harry nods.","2/12/09 35.\n\n DAVID\n Okay.\n Harry can see that David is still very shaken.","Harry comes down from topside, with his Planbook in hand.\n David is waiting anxiously down here.\n\n HARRY\n You got lucky. It's raining again.","MOMENTS LATER\n Harry and David stand outside a door to a dock office at the\n end of the pier. Harry dons his hat.","HARRY\n We don't have the manpower to\n follow everybody all the time.\n They're checking in on you. Just\n not here. Not right now.\n ON David's face considering this.","HARRY\n It ',.t time.\n David breathes a sigh of relief. Harry takes the hat off\n h1znrhead wand hands it to -David.","David takes all this in. After a;long be t he takes a drink.\n Then he offers the bottle to Harry, who h a esitates, then takes\n a drink as well.","Richardson glances irately at Harry, who stands by himself\n off to the side, clearly disgraced.\n David, who is tied to a chair facing away from Richardson,","DAVID\n Let's go.\n Harry smiles and hblds,.up a photograph of.the Manhattan\n County Court Building in Foley Squa:e:.","DAVID\n Harry... is she happy?\n\n HARRY\n No.\n A beat.","HARRY\n Your father used to say that.\n Off David's reaction--\n\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT","INT. UNDERGROUND PUMPING: STATION -- NIGHT\n\n Harry stops. David takes-his hand off Harry's shoulder.\n Still amazed by what they just did.","HARRY\n We should talk. But not here. Go\n back to work and I'll contact you\n later today with a place to meet."],["DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","DAVID\n Yes.\n She spins and shoves him against the wall. Forcefully kisses\n him. Then pulls free.","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","INT. BAR AREA -- DAY\n\n David kisses Elise on the cheek. But he lingers...\n Then pulls. away without going further...","David's ready to explode: at him when he sees something in\n Richardson's eyes. David stops.. .then his whole expression\n changes...","them.\n (off David's silence)\n You're going to look for her aren't\n you?\n Again, David is silent.","It's such an odd thing to say, if you don't know what David\n has gone through. She gives him a quizzical look. But\n she's also moved by his,tone","Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\n As he does he real zes David can see him.","DAVID AND ELISE\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\n\n DAVID\n just want to","DAVID\n Not this time.\n He leans in to kiss her--\n\n EXT. BOATHOUSE PATIO -- DAY\n\n A horrified look from Richardson--","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","DAVID\n Thanks.\n David walks away, still trying to get his bearings in the new\n reality he now knows. Charlie comes around a corner.","David shoves him off. Looks like he might take a swing at\n Richardson. Then his eye catches the complex diagram that\n McCrady is looking at in his Planbook.","DAVID\n Hmmm, could get ugly...\n He looks down an alley as if he's noticed something. When\n she looks, he takes off like a bat out of hell--","brother. But the Plan didn't call\n for that.\n This hits David hard.","DAVID\n Holy shit.\n She seems just as surprised. They look at each other and\n laugh.\n Just then the bathroom door opens. It's Charlie. He sees\n David and the woman.","A beat. David looks back at him...","David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\n David realizes the door is no longer \"stuck.\"","Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\n her. She turns back to look at him.","(BEAT)\n I told you, you scare me.\n He kisses her.\n\n DAVID\n I won't hurt you.\n They kiss more... and then get swept up by it..."],["David slips through the lobby with only a few looks from the\n staff. But when he.gets to the door he sees that press vans","2) David pulls a fire alarm. Nothing.\n 3) David slams on the door with a two-by-four.","David blows through a drab utility door into an alley. He\n careens around a corner onto Greenwich Street and starts an\n all out sprint--\n\n INT. THOMPSON'S OFFICE -- DAY","DAVID\n Come on... We need to lose them.\n David walks her across the street and picks a door at random,\n\n OPENS IT--\n\n EXT. DOOR -- DAY","David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\n from a door in the middle of the hallway.","RICHARDSON\n You can't get away, David.\n David spins and rushes back into the main office, then down","DAVID (CONT'D)","DAVID\n Perfect.\n David picks a door. It's locked. He tries another. It's","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","(TO ELISE)\n Thank you.\n David looks around for anything out of the ordinary, any sign\n of Richardson or his men. But. they stay out of view. He\n thinks they're not on to him yet.","DAVID\n Wait.\n The woman turns to face David. Suddenly two hotel guards\n turn the corner and spot the woman.\n\n HOTEL SECURITY\n There!\n They rush toward her.","DAVID\n Thanks.\n David walks away, still trying to get his bearings in the new\n reality he now knows. Charlie comes around a corner.","Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\n As he does he real zes David can see him.","David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\n David realizes the door is no longer \"stuck.\"","DAVID (,.CONT'D)\n What the hell are you doing?!\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:","DAVID (CONT'D)\n What is wrong with you people?!\n Richardson drops the paper on the floor and lets it burn.\n ON David's reaction CUT TO:","RICHARDSON\n Grab him!\n David bolts out of the office as they lunge at him--\n\n INT. RSR OFFICE FLOOR -- MORNING","DAVID\n Hmmm, could get ugly...\n He looks down an alley as if he's noticed something. When\n she looks, he takes off like a bat out of hell--","DAVID\n The rain slows them down but they\n can track us. We have two orthree\n minutes. Maybe less.\n Elise is still speechless. He takes her hand.","DAVID\n Jesus!\n Three men in business suits talking by the window spin to see\n David. it's Mr. Richardson and-two aides we recognize as the\n \"security guards\" who chased Elise away on election night."],["DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","David and Elise.","Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\n her. She turns back to look at him.","David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.","David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\n faces are not always sharp.\n\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT","INT. BAR AREA -- DAY\n\n David kisses Elise on the cheek. But he lingers...\n Then pulls. away without going further...","DAVID\n Elise!\n The woman turns around.\n And it's her...\n\n ELISE\n David?\n\n DAVID\n Hi.","David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\n\n DAVID\n You been up long?\n\n ELISE\n No.","ELISE\n This one's open!\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\n and they go up the stairs together to--\n\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY","David and Elise head towards a door across the street from\n the Banana Republic.\n\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY","INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DUSK\n\n now.\n David talks to Elise, who's showered and dressed","DAVID AND ELISE\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\n\n DAVID\n just want to","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","DAVID\n I'm a terrible dancer. I don't\n dance.\n Elise climbs out. David follows.","Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.","David and Elise exit through a door. Her jaw drops.\n REVERSE TO REVEAL Central Park's Sheep Meadow spread before","EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\n\n David and Elise head toward a storefront church.\n\n EXT. COLUMBUS AVENUE -- DAY","David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\n Richardson's pursuit.\n\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY","A dressing room door opens. David and Elise, both soaking,\n exit past a startled attendant.- They walk through the store\n and out onto\n\n EXT. COLUMBUS AVENUE --DAY"],["The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\n The park is still and silent.\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.","them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...","ELISE\n You grew up over there?\n She indicatesa residential area just behind the docks.\n\n DAVID","then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--","Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.","David takes all this in. After a;long be t he takes a drink.\n Then he offers the bottle to Harry, who h a esitates, then takes\n a drink as well.","ELISE\n I was six when it came out. So,\n not really.\n Brutal. David just shakes his head and smiles as, she pulls\n him to the dance floor.","ELISE\n It's all I do. It's the only thing\n I ever wante& to be. And I started\n young.\n\n AVID\n How young?","HARRY\n I'm fine-- Will you hand me that?\n Harry points at his leather portfolio on the pavement a few\n feet away. We'll come to know it as a \"PLANBOOK.\"","Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\n the next dance.\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to","Elise enters, turns on the light...\n She picks up the computer printout of her court appointment\n to be married. A Post-it note on top of the printout reads:\n \"Our last night apart... Love, Adrian.\"","Times, then reaches for the New York / Region section. As he\n does the front page of the Arts section catches his eye.\n There is a big photo of Elise, doing an \"airborne split,\"","windows across. (He has bought the two one-bedrooms next to\n his and knocked the walls down). Three years have passed.\n No files on the table, like there were the last time we were","first. Eventually I realized it's\n how you move around so fast.\n (off Harry's reluctance)\n If you don't want to help me","David enters the huge, ornate, men's room and goes to the row\n of sinks. He pulls two Ricola cherry lozenges from his","It's the same apartment -- except it's bigger now. Instead\n of two large windows on the park, his apartment is now six","Richardson and McCrady move swiftly down the block.\n Richardson heads up the stairs of a brownstone. Opens the\n door to see a street in Chinatown. He slams the door shut.","Harry comes down from topside, with his Planbook in hand.\n David is waiting anxiously down here.\n\n HARRY\n You got lucky. It's raining again.","PICTURE IT)\n There's an alley in front of me.\n Third door on--\n\n HARRY\n Thompson's there.","moment shuts it off. Total silence again. It bothers him.\n He opens up his briefcase. Pulls out a thick file -- his"],["The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\n The park is still and silent.\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.","HARRY\n I'm fine-- Will you hand me that?\n Harry points at his leather portfolio on the pavement a few\n feet away. We'll come to know it as a \"PLANBOOK.\"","ELISE\n You bastard!\n He's got a good lead, so he flips around and runs backwards.","HARRY\n Dammit!\n Harry sprints out onto lark Avenue now, right behind the bus--","HARRY\n Shit!\n He's looking at a leather portfolio. We catch a glimpse\n inside: a complicated circuit diagram. Harry shuts the","them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...","ELISE\n Why are you doing this to me?\n Just then the door bursts open. The suspicious man from the","A dazed Harry lies in the road... The taxi driver who hit\n him jumps out of his car to see if Harry is okay...","now. She walks like Elise. She's dressed in the same\n eclectic style. He slams the red \"next stop\" strip, jumps","David stands alone. Stares at the floor. Finally\n confronting the fact that he can't beat the forces arrayed\n against him. Finally ready to make the choice being forced\n upon him...","The staff and supporters in here have become very quiet.\n Their candidate is standing in the middle of the room, but no\n one can look at him. And David can't look at them either...\n\n DAVID","Lauren returfs to sit next to Adrian. She holds up one\n finger --'one more minute.\n MOVE to REVEAL,a suspicious-looking man stepping into the","A sound behind him. David spins to see a WOMAN exiting one\n of the stalls. She's in a stunning ball gown and carrying an\n expensive bottle of champagne.","DAVID\n Hmmm, could get ugly...\n He looks down an alley as if he's noticed something. When\n she looks, he takes off like a bat out of hell--","David takes all this in. After a;long be t he takes a drink.\n Then he offers the bottle to Harry, who h a esitates, then takes\n a drink as well.","He opens up Harry's Planbook. Elise sees the intricate\n \"wiring diagrams.\" Sees the lines shift on the page. It\n startles her.","(BEAT')\n Do you really want to watch her\n lose the only thing she's ever\n cared about? You just got the\n tiniest taste of what that looks\n like...\n The thought makes David ill.","DAVID\n Quit complaining and run.\n She catches up. He spins and digs it out. He can't dance,\n but he sure can run. He pulls away and wins.","(BEAT)\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\n go.\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\n\n THEN:","Richardson glances irately at Harry, who stands by himself\n off to the side, clearly disgraced.\n David, who is tied to a chair facing away from Richardson,"],["somebody running. for office can\n have, me in their life.\n David turns her around so he can see her face, so he knows\n for sure she hears this:","DAVID\n .I'm here today to honor that,\n and to announce my intention to run\n for the United States Senate...\n\n INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DAY","DAVID (CONT'D)","DAVID\n You weren't running, for Senate at\n the time.\n\n WOMAN\n Do you still have a chance or is it\n over?","WOMAN\n And they work for the Man anyway.\n\n (BEAT)\n You going to run again?\n\n DAVID","DAVID\n Hi there. I'm David Norris. And\n I'm running for the US Senate.","The staff and supporters in here have become very quiet.\n Their candidate is standing in the middle of the room, but no\n one can look at him. And David can't look at them either...\n\n DAVID","INT. WALDORF HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT\n\n David watches the election coverage on TV. Pundits are\n discussing the New York Senate race, which CNN has already\n called for David's opponent.","WOMAN\n You're that guy running for Senate\n aren't you?\n\n DAVID\n I'm \"that guy.\"","DAVID\n Jesus!\n Three men in business suits talking by the window spin to see\n David. it's Mr. Richardson and-two aides we recognize as the\n \"security guards\" who chased Elise away on election night.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","David as he walks out from behind a curtain onto the dais.\n His supporters start clapping... . but clearly they're\n heartbroken. David looks completely peaceful.","DAVID (CONT'D)\n What is wrong with you people?!\n Richardson drops the paper on the floor and lets it burn.\n ON David's reaction CUT TO:","David stands in ftontof the corner office labeled \"Steve\n Kincaid.\" He hesitates, then opens it. He sees an empty","DAVID\n The only time a politician is alone\n is when he's asleep.. .or in the\n bathroom. After eight years in","It's pouring rain. David walks down Carroll Street. Most of\n the row houses display \"Norris for Senate\" signs.","them.\n (off David's silence)\n You're going to look for her aren't\n you?\n Again, David is silent.","David enters his hotel room. The silence contrasts starkly\n with the noisy energy of the campaign trail.\n He turns on the TV. Scrolls through the channels. After a","RICHARDSON\n Grab him!\n David bolts out of the office as they lunge at him--\n\n INT. RSR OFFICE FLOOR -- MORNING","David passes a couple of empty offices on his way towards a\n large corner suite where a secretary sits outside an office\n marked \"Charles Traynor, Chairman.\" She's smiling."],["David and Elise.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","DAVID\n Elise!\n The woman turns around.\n And it's her...\n\n ELISE\n David?\n\n DAVID\n Hi.","David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\n\n DAVID\n You been up long?\n\n ELISE\n No.","ELISE\n\n (LAUGHS)\n I'm a dancer.\n\n DAVID\n Oh..","David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\n cheeks. Seeing David...","Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\n her. She turns back to look at him.","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","ELISE\n This one's open!\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\n and they go up the stairs together to--\n\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY","David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\n faces are not always sharp.\n\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT","David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","DAVID\n I just ran into Elise.\n He hangs up.\n\n ELISE\n You just hung up on your best\n friend.","INT. LADIES ROOM -- DAY\n\n Elise turns to see him and stops cold.\n\n ELLST\n\n DAVID\n Hi...","ELISE\n You grew up over there?\n She indicatesa residential area just behind the docks.\n\n DAVID","Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.","INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DUSK\n\n now.\n David talks to Elise, who's showered and dressed","ELISE\n Don't.\n She turns and walks into the club. David stands there.\n\n DAVID\n Holy shit...","David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\n Richardson's pursuit.\n\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY","DAVID AND ELISE\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\n\n DAVID\n just want to"],["THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU\n\n\n\n Written by\n\n George Nolfi\n\n\n Based on a short story by","Big old marble sinks, heavy wood doors. Elise enters, tears\n welling in her eyes...\n\n INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HALLWAY -- DAY","They stop, and look at each other. David takes her hand as\n Adjustment Team trsapers appear all around them from adjacent\n roofs. They're completely surrounded.","TNT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS -- DUSK\n A defeated Richardson trudges up a long flight of stairs.\n\n INT. HALLWAY -- DUSK","INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS --'NIGHT\n\n Burdensky and a dejected Richardson walk down the hall.","DAVID\n Why are you keeping us apart?\n\n RICHARDSON\n Because the Plan calls for it.\n\n BECAUSE--","DAVID\n Are they ever locked?\n\n HARRY\n Maybe if you have a defective hat.\n They step through the door and onto--","RICHARDSON\n Sometimes. when nudging a person\n back on Plan isn't enough we\n intervene directly.\n\n DAVID\n Why Charlie? What did you do to\n him.","They see an empty roof. The Silver Suits are gone. And the\n rain has stopped. A strange silence envelopes them...\n They spin the other direction to see The Chairman, standing","DAVID\n You were never happy with Adrian.\n You told me that.\n Elise puts her head in her hands.\n\n ELISE\n This is so screwed up. Oh,-God..","then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--","(BEAT)\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\n you have the appearance of Free\n =Will.\n\n DAVID\n You expect me.'to believe that?","HARRY\n I'm fine-- Will you hand me that?\n Harry points at his leather portfolio on the pavement a few\n feet away. We'll come to know it as a \"PLANBOOK.\"","Lauren returfs to sit next to Adrian. She holds up one\n finger --'one more minute.\n MOVE to REVEAL,a suspicious-looking man stepping into the","Elise enters, turns on the light...\n She picks up the computer printout of her court appointment\n to be married. A Post-it note on top of the printout reads:\n \"Our last night apart... Love, Adrian.\"","Harry comes down from topside, with his Planbook in hand.\n David is waiting anxiously down here.\n\n HARRY\n You got lucky. It's raining again.","INSERT: a floor board tilted oddly. It goes back to normal.\n FIND THOMPSON: His hand slightly outstretched.\n THE AUDIENCE instantly knows something is wrong. David jumps","INSIDE --\n Except when they walk through the door they're not in an\n office 40 floors above lower Manhattan,: they step inside a\n large warehouse...\n Their movement completely violates the laws of physics.","Adrian kisses Elise.\n\n ADRIAN\n Hi, honey.\n (notices her face)\n You okay?","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?"],["DAVID\n Elise!\n The woman turns around.\n And it's her...\n\n ELISE\n David?\n\n DAVID\n Hi.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","David and Elise.","ELISE\n It's been years, David. How do\n you know I don't have a boyfriend?\n Oh, shit. He hasn't even had time to think about that.","David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\n cheeks. Seeing David...","David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\n\n DAVID\n You been up long?\n\n ELISE\n No.","Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","DAVID\n How long?\n\n ELISE\n Three months.\n\n DAVID\n Was it serious?","Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\n her. She turns back to look at him.","DAVID\n I just ran into Elise.\n He hangs up.\n\n ELISE\n You just hung up on your best\n friend.","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.","DAVID\n The rain slows them down but they\n can track us. We have two orthree\n minutes. Maybe less.\n Elise is still speechless. He takes her hand.","DAVID AND ELISE\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\n\n DAVID\n just want to","ELISE\n\n (LAUGHS)\n I'm a dancer.\n\n DAVID\n Oh..","ELISE\n This one's open!\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\n and they go up the stairs together to--\n\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY","ELISE\n Hello? :Why, are you calling?\n\n (LISTENS)\n No...I... . Look, I have to go...\n She hangs up. David looks at her.","David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\n faces are not always sharp.\n\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT","ELISE\n He left...\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\n\n DAVID\n What an idiot."],["(BEAT)\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\n you have the appearance of Free\n =Will.\n\n DAVID\n You expect me.'to believe that?","THOMPSON\n You know, we actually tried Free\n Will before. After taking you from\n hunting and gathering to the height","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","refuses to be bound by his fate,\n someone who understands that Free\n Will is a gift most people are too\n afraid to use.","THOMPSON\n Who said anything about Free Will?\n David stares back at him.","before we took the training wheels\n off again. So we gave you the\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent","(BORED SHRUG)\n You have Free Will over what tie\n you pick in the morning, or what\n beverage to order at lunch. But","six hundred years tempering your\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\n fifty years�you brought us World","reveal our existence we will erase\n your brain. Your memories, your\n emotions, your entire personality\n will be expunged. Your friends and","It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\n Fate am Free Will coexist\n They're;in tension with each other.\n And pure chance.","DAVID\n Now you know. Youknota everything.\n And you have to leave mitie.\n\n ELI","face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\n just broken her chains...","of the Roman Empire we stepped back\n to see how you'd do on your own.\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\n five centuries -- until finally we:","to the stimuli I apply. They\n accept the path they find\n themselves on. And perform\n accordingly. But every once in a\n while someone comes along who","DAVID (CONT'D)\n The only thing we have in this\n fucked up world are the choices we\n make. And there's nothing you can\n do to me that will get me sign them\n away.","family will think you've gone\n crazy. You won't \"think\" anything\n because a blank slate can't\n \"think.\"","(BEAT)\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\n go.\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\n\n THEN:","it God or the Devil or Fate we all\n know you're out there, fucking with\n us...","The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\n The park is still and silent.\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.","DAVID\n Could I ever learn to read that?\n Harry shakes his head. Impossible.\n\n DAVID\n No matter how hard I tried?"],["DAVID\n Why are you trying to keep me from\n Elise? Or are you just another\n lackey who doesn't really know?\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\n time to level with him.","Thompson and a half-dozen minions emerge from the same\n dressing room David and Elise did. The seventeen year-old\n attendant presses back against the wall, totally freaked now.","THOMPSON\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\n you'll make Elise's show.\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?","ELISE--\n\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\n\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.","Don't get=me wrong, it killed me to\n see Thompson hurt her...but I used\n it as an excuse. I think I left\n her more to save my career than","Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\n badges and asking questions. /\n\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\n\n David and Elise enter the church and--","h T ompson is knocked onto his ass.\n People in the waiting room stare at David. Almost everyone\n here knows his fade. He looks at them, unable to summon his","THOM BON\n Let it happen again.\n 7 Thompson's aides seem surprised by the answer.\n\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- MORNING -- FRIDAY","THOMPSON\n We put Elise in front of you three\n years ago to inspire you to, .g `ve\n that speech -- the speech that","ELISE\n Why are you doing this to me?\n Just then the door bursts open. The suspicious man from the","Elise stares back at him.\n\n ELISE\n Stop talking like a crazy person.\n Stop making things up--","THOMPSON\n Elise is about to become one of the\n most famous dancers in the\n country... and eventually one of the\n greatest choreographers in the\n world.","THOMPSON\n It a sprain.\n\n DAVID\n Really?\n\n THOMPSON\n This time.","DAVID\n When Thompson told methe choice\n as Elise or the White House I\n barely hesitated.","INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM NIGHT\n\n David is still staring at the floor. He looks-up to see\n Thompson.","looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\n Yanks on it. It's locked.","Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\n the next dance.\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to","(BEAT)\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\n go.\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\n\n THEN:","INSERT: a floor board tilted oddly. It goes back to normal.\n FIND THOMPSON: His hand slightly outstretched.\n THE AUDIENCE instantly knows something is wrong. David jumps","2/12/09 99.\n\n THOMPSON (CONT'D)\n You want to know why you can't have\n her? Look in the mirror.\n Thompson leaves."],["DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.","David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\n faces are not always sharp.\n\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT","ELISE\n This one's open!\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\n and they go up the stairs together to--\n\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY","Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\n her. She turns back to look at him.","David and Elise.","DAVID\n The rain slows them down but they\n can track us. We have two orthree\n minutes. Maybe less.\n Elise is still speechless. He takes her hand.","INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DUSK\n\n now.\n David talks to Elise, who's showered and dressed","David and Elise head towards a door across the street from\n the Banana Republic.\n\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY","David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\n\n DAVID\n You been up long?\n\n ELISE\n No.","INT. BOATHOUSE RESTAURANT-- DAY\n\n David and Elise are at atable next to the lake.","DAVID\n Elise!\n The woman turns around.\n And it's her...\n\n ELISE\n David?\n\n DAVID\n Hi.","David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\n Richardson's pursuit.\n\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","DAVID\n I'm going to: show you.\n He takes Elise's hand, opens the bathroom door, and walks her\n across the threshold into--","ELISE\n Okay, we've al-ready used up an\n hour, we >etter hurry.\n She pills him toward the exit.\n\n DAVID\n Hurry where?","Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\n badges and asking questions. /\n\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\n\n David and Elise enter the church and--","EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\n\n David and Elise head toward a storefront church.\n\n EXT. COLUMBUS AVENUE -- DAY","David and Elise lie together, spent."],["THE CHAIRMAN\n Not anymc3e .\n David and Elise watc]i The Chairman walk away, still awed by","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","THE CHAIRMAN\n I think you know.\n David and Elise stand in awe'-'as they realize.","Richardson and his team watch as David, convinced now he's\n still undiscovered, stands up and heads to the door with\n Charlie and Elise.","THE CHAIRMAN\n Hello, David... Good morning,\n Elise.\n His voice is gentle, paternal.\n\n DAVID\n Who are you?","DAVID\n Why are you trying to keep me from\n Elise? Or are you just another\n lackey who doesn't really know?\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\n time to level with him.","(TO ELISE)\n Thank you.\n David looks around for anything out of the ordinary, any sign\n of Richardson or his men. But. they stay out of view. He\n thinks they're not on to him yet.","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","THOMPSON\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\n you'll make Elise's show.\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?","David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\n\n DAVID\n You been up long?\n\n ELISE\n No.","DAVID\n (to Elise, realizing a way\n out of his dilemma)\n Come with me. Come and watch.\n\n ELISE","ELISE\n He left...\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\n\n DAVID\n What an idiot.","DAVID\n Thanks.\n David walks away, still trying to get his bearings in the new\n reality he now knows. Charlie comes around a corner.","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","DAVID\n How did you find me?\n\n CHARLIE\n Does it matter?\n\n (TO ELISE)","ELISE\n Okay, we've al-ready used up an\n hour, we >etter hurry.\n She pills him toward the exit.\n\n DAVID\n Hurry where?","DAVID\n You can call her that. And yes.\n Definitely.\n David is looking at a text from Elise as he speaks. It says:\n \"I want to go to bed with you.\"","ELISE\n I won't let..them.\n\n DAVID\n They'll take you from here.\n David touches his head'.","Richardson and his colleagues all breathe a large sigh of\n relief.. .as they watch David leave.\n\n MCCRADY\n We're okay...","CHARLIE\n You can literally walk there after\n the speech.\n David nods, his suspicions fading.\n\n CHARLIE"],["DAVID\n Hi there. I'm David Norris. And\n I'm running for the US Senate.","DIANE SAWYER (ON TV)\n Unfortunately, we're out of time.\n David Norris, announced his\n candidacy for US Senate yesterday.\n Thanks for stopping by.\n It goes to commercial.","FOLLOW the arm back to David Norris in a king-sized bed. He\n rubs his eyes, stretches his neck, and climbs out of bed.","BARTENDER\n You're David Norris, right?\n\n DAVID\n Ice water.","There's a \"Norris for Senate\" sign prominently displayed in\n the window. David enters this classic dive bar and goes to\n the bartender.","David Norris will lose this\n election badly, perhaps by as much\n as 10 points.","LOCAL NEWS REPORTER (ON TV):\n David Norris, who'has spent the\n last two days campaigning in the","ELISE\n I love you, David Norris.","NEW YORKER\n We all have emergencies, pal.\n\n (THEN REALIZING)\n Are you David Norris?","INT. WALDORF HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT\n\n David watches the election coverage on TV. Pundits are\n discussing the New York Senate race, which CNN has already\n called for David's opponent.","It's pouring rain. David walks down Carroll Street. Most of\n the row houses display \"Norris for Senate\" signs.","DAVID\n You weren't running, for Senate at\n the time.\n\n WOMAN\n Do you still have a chance or is it\n over?","WOMAN\n You're that guy running for Senate\n aren't you?\n\n DAVID\n I'm \"that guy.\"","somebody running. for office can\n have, me in their life.\n David turns her around so he can see her face, so he knows\n for sure she hears this:","DAVID NORRIS, 33, is having a private moment, looking down,\n thinking. He wears a suit and tie. He seems relaxed and","DAVID\n .I'm here today to honor that,\n and to announce my intention to run\n for the United States Senate...\n\n INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DAY","DAVID\n Apparently, even if I hadn't been\n caught dropping my drawers in the\n middle of a senate campaign I would\n have lost the election anyway\n because I'm too blunt.","The staff and supporters in here have become very quiet.\n Their candidate is standing in the middle of the room, but no\n one can look at him. And David can't look at them either...\n\n DAVID","--He gives a speech at a Harlem church. Audiences watch\n David the way they watched JFK, the way they watch Obama\n today. He inspires, makes them believe, makes them want to","David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\n from a door in the middle of the hallway."],["RICHARDSON\n This is a.bignight, gentleman.\n\n (TOHARRY)\n Is ever ything set?\n Harry nods. Richardson notices his eyes:","Richardson glances irately at Harry, who stands by himself\n off to the side, clearly disgraced.\n David, who is tied to a chair facing away from Richardson,","RICHARD SON\n You planned that vacation, right?\n\n HARRY\n Two weeks.\n Richardson claps him din-the shoulder and leaves. Harry\n watches him go.","RICHARDSON\n He spills his coffee when he steps\n out of Starbucks. The moment he\n comes through the door.\n\n HARRY\n Got it.","EXT. PARK BENCH -- PRE DAWN\n\n Harry sits on one of the benches -- a fedora in his lap to\n complement a gray flannel suit. Richardson arrives.","RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\n So before I let you go, you need to\n understand something: If you ever","RICHARDSON\n If Melton and Morris do their jobs\n right we'll be okay.\n But Richardson is clearly worried.\n\n INT. MAIN DINING ROOM -- DAY","RICHARDSON (O.S.)\n Yes.\n\n MCCRADY (O.S.)\n What do you want to do?","Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\n As he does he real zes David can see him.","points at the door. David walks toward it.\n Just then another man comes up to Richardson.","RICHARDSON\n Do you understand what I just said?\n\n DAVID\n Yes...","DAVID (,.CONT'D)\n What the hell are you doing?!\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:","AT THE DOOR\n David looks back at Richardson.\n\n DAVID\n You said I could go.\n Richardson walks over to him.","Richardson walks down a hallway with an impossibly shiny\n black floor and enters a doorway marked \"Mr. Donaldson.\"\n\n INT. MR. DONALDSON'S OUTER OFFICE -- DUSK","After a moment he signs it at the bottom and looks up,\n REVEALING Richardson, who is standing awkwardly in front of\n his superior's desk.","RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\n I can read your mind!\n David stares back.\n\n RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\n Yeah, really...","MCCRADY\n Sir?\n Richardson grabs the phone and answers --.going outside to\n talk.","Mr. Richardson sits at a large desk. The design is Art Deco\n crossed with Albert Speer. Downtown Manhattan is visible out\n the 30th floor window. Richardson's aide enters.","The four men in dark suits.. The boss's name is RICHARDSON,\n early 40s. His top aide is.AHARRY, 50s.","HARRY\n Yes.\n\n DAVID\n What would your colleagues do to\n you if they knew what you were\n telling me?\n This is precisely what Harry has been worried about."],["ELISE\n\n (LAUGHS)\n I'm a dancer.\n\n DAVID\n Oh..","ELISE\n It's all I do. It's the only thing\n I ever wante& to be. And I started\n young.\n\n AVID\n How young?","ELISE\n Why are you doing this to me?\n Just then the door bursts open. The suspicious man from the","now. She walks like Elise. She's dressed in the same\n eclectic style. He slams the red \"next stop\" strip, jumps","ELISE\n I just feel like being on the\n floor.\n\n RECEPTIONIST\n Everything still on for tomorrow?\n Elise nods, trying to cover her ambivalence.","ELISE\n Not like that, you pervert. In a\n dance company. The. Manhattan\n Modern Ballet.\n\n DAVID\n I think you have the wrong idea\n about me.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","David looks through the narrow space of the open door and\n sees Elise dancing. The piece she's practicing fuses the\n gra e -ballet with the raw emotion of modern. She's �xl\n eattaking.","2/12/09 110.\n\n INT. DANCE COMPANY -- NIGHT\n\n Elise continues to dance...","ELISE\n Whoever said that hasn't seen you\n speak.\n\n DAVID\n That's different. I mean--\n\n ELISE\n What?","Elise stares back at him.\n\n ELISE\n Stop talking like a crazy person.\n Stop making things up--","ELISE\n You grew up over there?\n She indicatesa residential area just behind the docks.\n\n DAVID","Adrian kisses Elise.\n\n ADRIAN\n Hi, honey.\n (notices her face)\n You okay?","David and Elise.","DAVID\n Elise!\n The woman turns around.\n And it's her...\n\n ELISE\n David?\n\n DAVID\n Hi.","ELISE\n Hello? :Why, are you calling?\n\n (LISTENS)\n No...I... . Look, I have to go...\n She hangs up. David looks at her.","ELISE\n Floor open?\n\n RECEPTIONIST\n (seeing Elise's red eyes)\n You okay, sweetie?","Elise and twb of her colleagues \"finish a dance piece. The\n audience explodes into applause.\n The house lights come up half way as the stage is readied for","Elise enters, turns on the light...\n She picks up the computer printout of her court appointment\n to be married. A Post-it note on top of the printout reads:\n \"Our last night apart... Love, Adrian.\"","Times, then reaches for the New York / Region section. As he\n does the front page of the Arts section catches his eye.\n There is a big photo of Elise, doing an \"airborne split,\""],["(BEAT)\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\n you have the appearance of Free\n =Will.\n\n DAVID\n You expect me.'to believe that?","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","THOMPSON\n You know, we actually tried Free\n Will before. After taking you from\n hunting and gathering to the height","THOMPSON\n Who said anything about Free Will?\n David stares back at him.","(BORED SHRUG)\n You have Free Will over what tie\n you pick in the morning, or what\n beverage to order at lunch. But","before we took the training wheels\n off again. So we gave you the\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent","face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\n just broken her chains...","(BEAT)\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\n go.\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\n\n THEN:","then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--","first. Eventually I realized it's\n how you move around so fast.\n (off Harry's reluctance)\n If you don't want to help me","them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...","DAVID\n The first day, after they caught\n me, they carried me through one.I\n thought it was a hallucination at","They see an empty roof. The Silver Suits are gone. And the\n rain has stopped. A strange silence envelopes them...\n They spin the other direction to see The Chairman, standing","refuses to be bound by his fate,\n someone who understands that Free\n Will is a gift most people are too\n afraid to use.","BAVA)\n They'll take` dance from you. You\n saw what they-'did before.\n 'fihe foundations of her world have just collapsed... but\n somehow she pulls herself together to say this:","family will think you've gone\n crazy. You won't \"think\" anything\n because a blank slate can't\n \"think.\"","DAVID (CONT'D)\n The only thing we have in this\n fucked up world are the choices we\n make. And there's nothing you can\n do to me that will get me sign them\n away.","David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\n from a door in the middle of the hallway.","The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\n The park is still and silent.\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.","to the stimuli I apply. They\n accept the path they find\n themselves on. And perform\n accordingly. But every once in a\n while someone comes along who"],["DAVID\n Why are you trying to keep me from\n Elise? Or are you just another\n lackey who doesn't really know?\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\n time to level with him.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","THOMPSON\n David you are meant to change the\n world. But that doesn't happen if\n you stay with her.","THOMPSON\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\n you'll make Elise's show.\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?","ELISE--\n\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\n\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.","THOMPSON\n Who said anything about Free Will?\n David stares back at him.","THOMPSON\n You're doing the right thing,\n David. Not just for her, and the\n world. . .but for yourself.\n David looks at him for a beat, then turns and walks away into\n the night.","DAVID\n When Thompson told methe choice\n as Elise or the White House I\n barely hesitated.","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","ELISE\n He left...\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\n\n DAVID\n What an idiot.","DAVID\n We both know if you could have we\n wouldn't be standing here having\n this conversation...\n Thompson stares back. He's never dealt with such\n temerity...","ELISE\n No.\n\n DAVID\n You're not safe with me. If you","ELISE\n Now you're just trying to say what\n you think I want to hear.\n A beat. She lets David twist in the wind...","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","THOMPSON\n You can matter, David. Really\n matter. What you wanted your whole\n life. What your father wanted when","DAVID (CONT'D)\n No!\n And burns Elise's number. David strains and tries to pull\n loose from the vice-like grip of the four Intervention Team\n men. But he can't get free.","ELISE\n Whoever said that hasn't seen you\n speak.\n\n DAVID\n That's different. I mean--\n\n ELISE\n What?","Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\n badges and asking questions. /\n\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\n\n David and Elise enter the church and--","DAVID (CONT'D)\n (a statement of fact)\n I'm not losing you again. I'm not\n letting you out of my sight.\n\n ELISE\n Stalker.","THOMPSON\n You're an educated man. You've\n read the Greek tragedies`. In the\n end Fate always wins...\n David looks back at him in steely silence."],["Tiey`look for another door.\n\n ELISE\n Every door?\n tavid nods...as they walk into another...","DAVID\n Perfect.\n David picks a door. It's locked. He tries another. It's","DAVID\n Are they ever locked?\n\n HARRY\n Maybe if you have a defective hat.\n They step through the door and onto--","David exits through a steel door., it clangs shut behind him.\n He stands there unable to proceed for a long beat then starts\n walking to the corner to orient himself.","HARRY\n What do you mean?\n\n DAVID\n Teach me about the doors.\n\n HARRY\n How do you know about that?","2) David pulls a fire alarm. Nothing.\n 3) David slams on the door with a two-by-four.","David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\n from a door in the middle of the hallway.","Through the thick window of the outer door we can see David\n pounding on the window of the inner door.\n But we can't hear a sound.","David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\n David realizes the door is no longer \"stuck.\"","looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\n Yanks on it. It's locked.","HARRY\n Do you have any idea how\n complicated it is to navigate\n through those doors... how many\n thousands of permutations there are\n in even a simple several block\n journey?","HARRY\n But you're exposed the whole way\n there. It's a lot riskier than\n leapfrogging through doors--","then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--","moment ago. The door bangs against theme being shoved open\n from inside.\n David and Elise run back in the c5,pposite direction. At the","Big old marble sinks, heavy wood doors. Elise enters, tears\n welling in her eyes...\n\n INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HALLWAY -- DAY","DAVID\n They're not supposed to be locked!\n David hears sounds coming from the building's central\n staircase. He looks down it to see four men in silver suits\n climbing up the stairs.","them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...","2/12/09 108.\n David complies. Harry opens the door.","David pushes the roof door shut, barricades it with some\n concrete blocks sitting on the roof. Rain pours down on\n them.","ONE --\n locked too. He tries a third. Locked. Elise tries\n shakes her head."],["Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\n her. She turns back to look at him.","Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","DAVID\n The morning after .I lost I woke up\n thinking about you .\n That melts her. Instantly. All her bravado drops.\n\n INT. BUS -- MORNING","David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\n\n DAVID\n You been up long?\n\n ELISE\n No.","DAVID\n Elise!\n The woman turns around.\n And it's her...\n\n ELISE\n David?\n\n DAVID\n Hi.","DAVID\n Stop the bus.\n\n DRIVER\n The next stop--\n\n DAVID\n Now.","DAVID AND ELISE\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\n\n DAVID\n just want to","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","DAVID\n You can call her that. And yes.\n Definitely.\n David is looking at a text from Elise as he speaks. It says:\n \"I want to go to bed with you.\"","David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\n cheeks. Seeing David...","ELISE\n\n (LAUGHS)\n I'm a dancer.\n\n DAVID\n Oh..","DAVID\n Okay.\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.","When the artistic director pauses the routine to give notes,\n Elise gives David a. little wave. Then they start again.\n David looks back out at Richardson on the street, but he's","ELISE\n Hello? :Why, are you calling?\n\n (LISTENS)\n No...I... . Look, I have to go...\n She hangs up. David looks at her.","RIC,HARDSON\n You ran into a woman named Elise on\n the bus this morning?\n\n DAVID\n (:going very still)\n Why does it'matter?","INT. LADIES ROOM -- DAY\n\n Elise turns to see him and stops cold.\n\n ELLST\n\n DAVID\n Hi...","David and Elise.","ELISE\n You scare me.\n\n DAVID\n (after a beat)\n That wasn't the effect I was going\n for...\n She smiles...then laughs out-loud--","David nears an empty aisle seat. A woman is curled up in the\n window seat, sleeping. She wears a funky mini-dress, knee-"],["DAVID\n Why are you trying to keep me from\n Elise? Or are you just another\n lackey who doesn't really know?\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\n time to level with him.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","THOMPSON\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\n you'll make Elise's show.\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?","ELISE--\n\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\n\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.","DAVID\n I'm going to: show you.\n He takes Elise's hand, opens the bathroom door, and walks her\n across the threshold into--","Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\n badges and asking questions. /\n\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\n\n David and Elise enter the church and--","ELISE\n I know.\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\n for his clothes--","h T ompson is knocked onto his ass.\n People in the waiting room stare at David. Almost everyone\n here knows his fade. He looks at them, unable to summon his","Thompson and a half-dozen minions emerge from the same\n dressing room David and Elise did. The seventeen year-old\n attendant presses back against the wall, totally freaked now.","INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM NIGHT\n\n David is still staring at the floor. He looks-up to see\n Thompson.","DAVID\n When Thompson told methe choice\n as Elise or the White House I\n barely hesitated.","ELISE\n He left...\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\n\n DAVID\n What an idiot.","David pulls back fr`bm Elise, suddenly self-conscious, turns\n to see the 40-year old woman Richardson just manipulated.\n She points at the TV report on David's announcement.","THOMPSON\n Who said anything about Free Will?\n David stares back at him.","ELISE\n Now you're just trying to say what\n you think I want to hear.\n A beat. She lets David twist in the wind...","THOMPSON\n You're doing the right thing,\n David. Not just for her, and the\n world. . .but for yourself.\n David looks at him for a beat, then turns and walks away into\n the night.","DAVID (CONT'D)\n No!\n And burns Elise's number. David strains and tries to pull\n loose from the vice-like grip of the four Intervention Team\n men. But he can't get free.","DAVID\n You can call her that. And yes.\n Definitely.\n David is looking at a text from Elise as he speaks. It says:\n \"I want to go to bed with you.\"","looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\n Yanks on it. It's locked.","Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\n the next dance.\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to"],["Just as David finishes his sip the-plastic lid pops off the\n cup. A second earlier and the coffee would have poured all\n over his shirt. Instead it spills: on the floor.","David's phone rings again. As he reaches for the phone he\n fumbles his coffee cup, the lid comes off, and a slosh of\n coffee crests the brim and splashes on the woman's dress.","WOMAN\n Just let me spill some on you and\n we'll be even.\n She thrusts the cup toward his tie. David parries.","DAVID (,.CONT'D)\n What the hell are you doing?!\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:","Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\n As he does he real zes David can see him.","DAVID\n No!\n He grabs the cup with both his hands over hers.\n\n WOMAN","RICHARDSON\n He spills his coffee when he steps\n out of Starbucks. The moment he\n comes through the door.\n\n HARRY\n Got it.","David's ready to explode: at him when he sees something in\n Richardson's eyes. David stops.. .then his whole expression\n changes...","David shoves him off. Looks like he might take a swing at\n Richardson. Then his eye catches the complex diagram that\n McCrady is looking at in his Planbook.","DAVID (CONT'D)\n What is wrong with you people?!\n Richardson drops the paper on the floor and lets it burn.\n ON David's reaction CUT TO:","BACK TO WIDE SHOT\n David trips and goes flying--\n\n MOMENTS LATER\n David is dragged back to the center of the room and placed\n back in his chair in front of Richardson.","David is holding ,a beer, in his left hand. With his free hand\n he picks up a cup and saucer.","David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\n\n DAVID\n You been up long?\n\n ELISE\n No.","RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\n I can read your mind!\n David stares back.\n\n RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\n Yeah, really...","EXT. STARBUCKS -- MORNING\n\n Through the window we see David getting his morning coffee.\n He exits and LEAVES FRAME. HOLD on the door of Starbucks.","DAVID\n Not this time.\n He leans in to kiss her--\n\n EXT. BOATHOUSE PATIO -- DAY\n\n A horrified look from Richardson--","DAVID\n Stop the bus.\n\n DRIVER\n The next stop--\n\n DAVID\n Now.","them.\n (off David's silence)\n You're going to look for her aren't\n you?\n Again, David is silent.","DAVID\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\n David turns back to Elise.","DAVID\n We both know if you could have we\n wouldn't be standing here having\n this conversation...\n Thompson stares back. He's never dealt with such\n temerity..."],["of the Roman Empire we stepped back\n to see how you'd do on your own.\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\n five centuries -- until finally we:","THOMPSON\n You know, we actually tried Free\n Will before. After taking you from\n hunting and gathering to the height","before we took the training wheels\n off again. So we gave you the\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent","(BEAT)\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\n you have the appearance of Free\n =Will.\n\n DAVID\n You expect me.'to believe that?","THOMPSON\n My name's Thompson.\n\n DAVID\n What happened to Free Will?","(BORED SHRUG)\n You have Free Will over what tie\n you pick in the morning, or what\n beverage to order at lunch. But","refuses to be bound by his fate,\n someone who understands that Free\n Will is a gift most people are too\n afraid to use.","BAVA)\n They'll take` dance from you. You\n saw what they-'did before.\n 'fihe foundations of her world have just collapsed... but\n somehow she pulls herself together to say this:","six hundred years tempering your\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\n fifty years�you brought us World","It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\n Fate am Free Will coexist\n They're;in tension with each other.\n And pure chance.","THOMPSON\n Who said anything about Free Will?\n David stares back at him.","D1 ID\n But the trt t i `is after making that\n choice I went into a free-fall...","-- because eventually everyone does\n -- it's what you do when you get\n back up.\"","to the stimuli I apply. They\n accept the path they find\n themselves on. And perform\n accordingly. But every once in a\n while someone comes along who","HARRY\n A lot of people just collapse when\n they see what you've s'een. Their\n personal choices suddenly seem\n meaningless to them. Life starts\n to feel pointless.","it God or the Devil or Fate we all\n know you're out there, fucking with\n us...","family will think you've gone\n crazy. You won't \"think\" anything\n because a blank slate can't\n \"think.\"","then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--","DAVID (CONT'D)","toward a heavy black \"present time\" line on the right side of\n the right :page\n Richardson points at the red point closest to the present\n tithe ` hrie ."]],"string":"[\n [\n \"David enters. Stares at,,hisnew colleagues going about their\\n business as if nothing happened.\\n\\n INT. 40TH FLOOR --:DAY\",\n \"David's still grinning as he reaches his downtown office\\n tower. He enters through the revolving door--\\n\\n INT. DAVID'S OFFICE BUILDING'-- GROUND FLOOR LOBBY -- MORNING\",\n \"Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\\n As he does he real zes David can see him.\",\n \"Empty, except for a bored-looking security guard at the other\\n end of the lobby. David gets into an empty elevator.\\n\\n INT. 41ST FLOOR LOBBY -- MORNING\",\n \"David stands in ftontof the corner office labeled \\\"Steve\\n Kincaid.\\\" He hesitates, then opens it. He sees an empty\",\n \"David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\\n David realizes the door is no longer \\\"stuck.\\\"\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay...\\n Daviddecides he doesn't need to announce himself.\\n\\n INT. RSR CAPITAL OFFICES -- MORNING\",\n \"2) David pulls a fire alarm. Nothing.\\n 3) David slams on the door with a two-by-four.\",\n \"A thousand-yard stare on his face, David walks toward\\n downtown Manhattan amid dozens of--pedestrian commuters.\\n\\n INT. RSR OFFICES -- DAY\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"INT. UNDERGROUND PUMPING STATION --,MORNING\\n\\n David is rearing to go. Finally, Harm's watch alarm beeps.\",\n \"DAVID\\n ' (to himself).\\n This is ridiculous.\\n He pockets his phone.\\n\\n EXT. PARK AVENUE SOUTH MORNING\",\n \"David works out. He's got the-energy-level of a 25 year-old.\\n He runs on a treadmill. Hits the heavy bag. Does sit-ups.\",\n \"David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\\n Richardson's pursuit.\\n\\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY\",\n \"David exits through a steel door., it clangs shut behind him.\\n He stands there unable to proceed for a long beat then starts\\n walking to the corner to orient himself.\",\n \"DAVID'S EYES)\\n Are you okay?\\n (off David's nod)\\n Come on, we're late. Happy first\\n day by the way.\\n They head towards the conference room.\",\n \"David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\\n cheeks. Seeing David...\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"DAVID (,.CONT'D)\\n What the hell are you doing?!\\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:\",\n \"THROUGH THE WINDOW AT DAVID\\n David finishes his call, then looks out the window. There is\"\n ],\n [\n \"THOMPSON\\n You know, we actually tried Free\\n Will before. After taking you from\\n hunting and gathering to the height\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\\n go.\\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\\n\\n THEN:\",\n \"reveal our existence we will erase\\n your brain. Your memories, your\\n emotions, your entire personality\\n will be expunged. Your friends and\",\n \"six hundred years tempering your\\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\\n fifty years�you brought us World\",\n \"They stop, and look at each other. David takes her hand as\\n Adjustment Team trsapers appear all around them from adjacent\\n roofs. They're completely surrounded.\",\n \"RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\\n Only a handful of human beings know\\n what you now know, David. We're\\n determined to keep it that way.\",\n \"Big old marble sinks, heavy wood doors. Elise enters, tears\\n welling in her eyes...\\n\\n INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HALLWAY -- DAY\",\n \"THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU\\n\\n\\n\\n Written by\\n\\n George Nolfi\\n\\n\\n Based on a short story by\",\n \"INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS --'NIGHT\\n\\n Burdensky and a dejected Richardson walk down the hall.\",\n \"before we took the training wheels\\n off again. So we gave you the\\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent\",\n \"BAVA)\\n They'll take` dance from you. You\\n saw what they-'did before.\\n 'fihe foundations of her world have just collapsed... but\\n somehow she pulls herself together to say this:\",\n \"TNT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS -- DUSK\\n A defeated Richardson trudges up a long flight of stairs.\\n\\n INT. HALLWAY -- DUSK\",\n \"TH2;.>�HAT, RMAN\\n I could control 'everything. You'd\\n be ha` 3 ou' d be puppets. I\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Why do you refuse to accept what\\n should be completely obvious by\\n now? You've seen what we can do.\\n You can't doubt we are who we say\\n we are.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\\n you have the appearance of Free\\n =Will.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You expect me.'to believe that?\",\n \"DAVID\\n Why are you keeping us apart?\\n\\n RICHARDSON\\n Because the Plan calls for it.\\n\\n BECAUSE--\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Choose a color.\\n (barely a beat)\\n Blue. Choose a number.\\n (even less time)\\n Seventeen.\\n David's jaw drops slightly. Richardson was clearly right.\",\n \"They see an empty roof. The Silver Suits are gone. And the\\n rain has stopped. A strange silence envelopes them...\\n They spin the other direction to see The Chairman, standing\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You fight us, we will take\\n everything from you.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You already did once.' And I'm\\n still standing...\"\n ],\n [\n \"(BEAT)\\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\\n you have the appearance of Free\\n =Will.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You expect me.'to believe that?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You know, we actually tried Free\\n Will before. After taking you from\\n hunting and gathering to the height\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"refuses to be bound by his fate,\\n someone who understands that Free\\n Will is a gift most people are too\\n afraid to use.\",\n \"before we took the training wheels\\n off again. So we gave you the\\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Who said anything about Free Will?\\n David stares back at him.\",\n \"(BORED SHRUG)\\n You have Free Will over what tie\\n you pick in the morning, or what\\n beverage to order at lunch. But\",\n \"It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\\n Fate am Free Will coexist\\n They're;in tension with each other.\\n And pure chance.\",\n \"six hundred years tempering your\\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\\n fifty years�you brought us World\",\n \"DAVID\\n Now you know. Youknota everything.\\n And you have to leave mitie.\\n\\n ELI\",\n \"to the stimuli I apply. They\\n accept the path they find\\n themselves on. And perform\\n accordingly. But every once in a\\n while someone comes along who\",\n \"of the Roman Empire we stepped back\\n to see how you'd do on your own.\\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\\n five centuries -- until finally we:\",\n \"reveal our existence we will erase\\n your brain. Your memories, your\\n emotions, your entire personality\\n will be expunged. Your friends and\",\n \"face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\\n just broken her chains...\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n The only thing we have in this\\n fucked up world are the choices we\\n make. And there's nothing you can\\n do to me that will get me sign them\\n away.\",\n \"family will think you've gone\\n crazy. You won't \\\"think\\\" anything\\n because a blank slate can't\\n \\\"think.\\\"\",\n \"it God or the Devil or Fate we all\\n know you're out there, fucking with\\n us...\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\\n go.\\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\\n\\n THEN:\",\n \"HARRY\\n Because he set it up as a choice.\\n \\\"Choose a color. Choose a number\\\"\",\n \"The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\\n The park is still and silent.\\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.\"\n ],\n [\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"six hundred years tempering your\\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\\n fifty years�you brought us World\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\\n you have the appearance of Free\\n =Will.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You expect me.'to believe that?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You know, we actually tried Free\\n Will before. After taking you from\\n hunting and gathering to the height\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Who said anything about Free Will?\\n David stares back at him.\",\n \"(BORED SHRUG)\\n You have Free Will over what tie\\n you pick in the morning, or what\\n beverage to order at lunch. But\",\n \"before we took the training wheels\\n off again. So we gave you the\\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent\",\n \"DAVID\\n My life changed when I was ten\\n years old. My entire world turned\\n upside-down.'\\n His audience,. knows exactly what he's talking about.\",\n \"of the Roman Empire we stepped back\\n to see how you'd do on your own.\\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\\n five centuries -- until finally we:\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\\n go.\\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\\n\\n THEN:\",\n \"The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\\n The park is still and silent.\\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.\",\n \"refuses to be bound by his fate,\\n someone who understands that Free\\n Will is a gift most people are too\\n afraid to use.\",\n \"BACK TO WIDE SHOT\\n David trips and goes flying--\\n\\n MOMENTS LATER\\n David is dragged back to the center of the room and placed\\n back in his chair in front of Richardson.\",\n \"2/12/09 121.\\n David looks back at her... Just looks at her. Then he leans\\n over and wipes a tear from her face. And he decides...\\n He just decides.\",\n \"It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\\n Fate am Free Will coexist\\n They're;in tension with each other.\\n And pure chance.\",\n \"CHARLIE\\n Ten.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What?\",\n \"2/12/09 108.\\n David complies. Harry opens the door.\",\n \"family will think you've gone\\n crazy. You won't \\\"think\\\" anything\\n because a blank slate can't\\n \\\"think.\\\"\",\n \"DAVID\\n They'll reset me...\\n\\n ELISE\\n\\n DAVID--\\n\\n DAVID\\n They'll scramble my brain--\",\n \"face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\\n just broken her chains...\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Why are you trying to keep me from\\n Elise? Or are you just another\\n lackey who doesn't really know?\\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\\n time to level with him.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\\n you'll make Elise's show.\\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n David you are meant to change the\\n world. But that doesn't happen if\\n you stay with her.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"ELISE\\n He left...\\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What an idiot.\",\n \"ELISE--\\n\\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\\n\\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.\",\n \"Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\\n the next dance.\\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You're doing the right thing,\\n David. Not just for her, and the\\n world. . .but for yourself.\\n David looks at him for a beat, then turns and walks away into\\n the night.\",\n \"ELISE\\n No.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You're not safe with me. If you\",\n \"DAVID\\n When Thompson told methe choice\\n as Elise or the White House I\\n barely hesitated.\",\n \"DAVID\\n We both know if you could have we\\n wouldn't be standing here having\\n this conversation...\\n Thompson stares back. He's never dealt with such\\n temerity...\",\n \"DAVID\\n Is she happy with him? Tell me she\\n is and I'll walk away.\\n\\n HARRY\\n Thompson won't let you get near\\n that courthouse.\",\n \"DAVID\\n But it was:h'ard to leave.\\n\\n ELISE\\n H& knew what buttons., tb push.\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n (a statement of fact)\\n I'm not losing you again. I'm not\\n letting you out of my sight.\\n\\n ELISE\\n Stalker.\",\n \"Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\\n badges and asking questions. /\\n\\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise enter the church and--\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\\n Yanks on it. It's locked.\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"DAVID\\n (to Elise, realizing a way\\n out of his dilemma)\\n Come with me. Come and watch.\\n\\n ELISE\"\n ],\n [\n \"HARRY\\n That's why we're meeting out here.\\n\\n DAVID\\n They're not following me?\",\n \"HARRY\\n Yes.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What would your colleagues do to\\n you if they knew what you were\\n telling me?\\n This is precisely what Harry has been worried about.\",\n \"2/12/09 108.\\n David complies. Harry opens the door.\",\n \"2/12/09 38.\\n Harry hesitates...as if he's not sure how much to tell David,\\n how far to go with this. Finally:\",\n \"DAVID\\n So?\\n Harry looks away. He's crossing a line. He's really putting\\n himself out there:\",\n \"INT. UNDERGROUND PUMPING STATION-- NIGHT\\n\\n David and Harry examine photos of a blue door at the side of\\n a Tribeca restaurant.\",\n \"HARRY\\n I have my reasons.\\n David studies him. Ha=rry's' clearly not ready to go into\\n\\n THEM:\",\n \"'DAVID\\n Okay, you said he's right in front\\n of me, right?\\n Harry nods.\",\n \"2/12/09 35.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Okay.\\n Harry can see that David is still very shaken.\",\n \"Harry comes down from topside, with his Planbook in hand.\\n David is waiting anxiously down here.\\n\\n HARRY\\n You got lucky. It's raining again.\",\n \"MOMENTS LATER\\n Harry and David stand outside a door to a dock office at the\\n end of the pier. Harry dons his hat.\",\n \"HARRY\\n We don't have the manpower to\\n follow everybody all the time.\\n They're checking in on you. Just\\n not here. Not right now.\\n ON David's face considering this.\",\n \"HARRY\\n It ',.t time.\\n David breathes a sigh of relief. Harry takes the hat off\\n h1znrhead wand hands it to -David.\",\n \"David takes all this in. After a;long be t he takes a drink.\\n Then he offers the bottle to Harry, who h a esitates, then takes\\n a drink as well.\",\n \"Richardson glances irately at Harry, who stands by himself\\n off to the side, clearly disgraced.\\n David, who is tied to a chair facing away from Richardson,\",\n \"DAVID\\n Let's go.\\n Harry smiles and hblds,.up a photograph of.the Manhattan\\n County Court Building in Foley Squa:e:.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Harry... is she happy?\\n\\n HARRY\\n No.\\n A beat.\",\n \"HARRY\\n Your father used to say that.\\n Off David's reaction--\\n\\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT\",\n \"INT. UNDERGROUND PUMPING: STATION -- NIGHT\\n\\n Harry stops. David takes-his hand off Harry's shoulder.\\n Still amazed by what they just did.\",\n \"HARRY\\n We should talk. But not here. Go\\n back to work and I'll contact you\\n later today with a place to meet.\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Yes.\\n She spins and shoves him against the wall. Forcefully kisses\\n him. Then pulls free.\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"INT. BAR AREA -- DAY\\n\\n David kisses Elise on the cheek. But he lingers...\\n Then pulls. away without going further...\",\n \"David's ready to explode: at him when he sees something in\\n Richardson's eyes. David stops.. .then his whole expression\\n changes...\",\n \"them.\\n (off David's silence)\\n You're going to look for her aren't\\n you?\\n Again, David is silent.\",\n \"It's such an odd thing to say, if you don't know what David\\n has gone through. She gives him a quizzical look. But\\n she's also moved by his,tone\",\n \"Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\\n As he does he real zes David can see him.\",\n \"DAVID AND ELISE\\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\\n\\n DAVID\\n just want to\",\n \"DAVID\\n Not this time.\\n He leans in to kiss her--\\n\\n EXT. BOATHOUSE PATIO -- DAY\\n\\n A horrified look from Richardson--\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks.\\n David walks away, still trying to get his bearings in the new\\n reality he now knows. Charlie comes around a corner.\",\n \"David shoves him off. Looks like he might take a swing at\\n Richardson. Then his eye catches the complex diagram that\\n McCrady is looking at in his Planbook.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Hmmm, could get ugly...\\n He looks down an alley as if he's noticed something. When\\n she looks, he takes off like a bat out of hell--\",\n \"brother. But the Plan didn't call\\n for that.\\n This hits David hard.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Holy shit.\\n She seems just as surprised. They look at each other and\\n laugh.\\n Just then the bathroom door opens. It's Charlie. He sees\\n David and the woman.\",\n \"A beat. David looks back at him...\",\n \"David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\\n David realizes the door is no longer \\\"stuck.\\\"\",\n \"Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\\n her. She turns back to look at him.\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n I told you, you scare me.\\n He kisses her.\\n\\n DAVID\\n I won't hurt you.\\n They kiss more... and then get swept up by it...\"\n ],\n [\n \"David slips through the lobby with only a few looks from the\\n staff. But when he.gets to the door he sees that press vans\",\n \"2) David pulls a fire alarm. Nothing.\\n 3) David slams on the door with a two-by-four.\",\n \"David blows through a drab utility door into an alley. He\\n careens around a corner onto Greenwich Street and starts an\\n all out sprint--\\n\\n INT. THOMPSON'S OFFICE -- DAY\",\n \"DAVID\\n Come on... We need to lose them.\\n David walks her across the street and picks a door at random,\\n\\n OPENS IT--\\n\\n EXT. DOOR -- DAY\",\n \"David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\\n from a door in the middle of the hallway.\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n You can't get away, David.\\n David spins and rushes back into the main office, then down\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\",\n \"DAVID\\n Perfect.\\n David picks a door. It's locked. He tries another. It's\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"(TO ELISE)\\n Thank you.\\n David looks around for anything out of the ordinary, any sign\\n of Richardson or his men. But. they stay out of view. He\\n thinks they're not on to him yet.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Wait.\\n The woman turns to face David. Suddenly two hotel guards\\n turn the corner and spot the woman.\\n\\n HOTEL SECURITY\\n There!\\n They rush toward her.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks.\\n David walks away, still trying to get his bearings in the new\\n reality he now knows. Charlie comes around a corner.\",\n \"Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\\n As he does he real zes David can see him.\",\n \"David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\\n David realizes the door is no longer \\\"stuck.\\\"\",\n \"DAVID (,.CONT'D)\\n What the hell are you doing?!\\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n What is wrong with you people?!\\n Richardson drops the paper on the floor and lets it burn.\\n ON David's reaction CUT TO:\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n Grab him!\\n David bolts out of the office as they lunge at him--\\n\\n INT. RSR OFFICE FLOOR -- MORNING\",\n \"DAVID\\n Hmmm, could get ugly...\\n He looks down an alley as if he's noticed something. When\\n she looks, he takes off like a bat out of hell--\",\n \"DAVID\\n The rain slows them down but they\\n can track us. We have two orthree\\n minutes. Maybe less.\\n Elise is still speechless. He takes her hand.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Jesus!\\n Three men in business suits talking by the window spin to see\\n David. it's Mr. Richardson and-two aides we recognize as the\\n \\\"security guards\\\" who chased Elise away on election night.\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"David and Elise.\",\n \"Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\\n her. She turns back to look at him.\",\n \"David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.\",\n \"David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\\n faces are not always sharp.\\n\\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT\",\n \"INT. BAR AREA -- DAY\\n\\n David kisses Elise on the cheek. But he lingers...\\n Then pulls. away without going further...\",\n \"DAVID\\n Elise!\\n The woman turns around.\\n And it's her...\\n\\n ELISE\\n David?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi.\",\n \"David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You been up long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n No.\",\n \"ELISE\\n This one's open!\\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\\n and they go up the stairs together to--\\n\\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY\",\n \"David and Elise head towards a door across the street from\\n the Banana Republic.\\n\\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\",\n \"INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DUSK\\n\\n now.\\n David talks to Elise, who's showered and dressed\",\n \"DAVID AND ELISE\\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\\n\\n DAVID\\n just want to\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"DAVID\\n I'm a terrible dancer. I don't\\n dance.\\n Elise climbs out. David follows.\",\n \"Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.\",\n \"David and Elise exit through a door. Her jaw drops.\\n REVERSE TO REVEAL Central Park's Sheep Meadow spread before\",\n \"EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise head toward a storefront church.\\n\\n EXT. COLUMBUS AVENUE -- DAY\",\n \"David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\\n Richardson's pursuit.\\n\\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY\",\n \"A dressing room door opens. David and Elise, both soaking,\\n exit past a startled attendant.- They walk through the store\\n and out onto\\n\\n EXT. COLUMBUS AVENUE --DAY\"\n ],\n [\n \"The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\\n The park is still and silent.\\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.\",\n \"them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...\",\n \"ELISE\\n You grew up over there?\\n She indicatesa residential area just behind the docks.\\n\\n DAVID\",\n \"then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--\",\n \"Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.\",\n \"David takes all this in. After a;long be t he takes a drink.\\n Then he offers the bottle to Harry, who h a esitates, then takes\\n a drink as well.\",\n \"ELISE\\n I was six when it came out. So,\\n not really.\\n Brutal. David just shakes his head and smiles as, she pulls\\n him to the dance floor.\",\n \"ELISE\\n It's all I do. It's the only thing\\n I ever wante& to be. And I started\\n young.\\n\\n AVID\\n How young?\",\n \"HARRY\\n I'm fine-- Will you hand me that?\\n Harry points at his leather portfolio on the pavement a few\\n feet away. We'll come to know it as a \\\"PLANBOOK.\\\"\",\n \"Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\\n the next dance.\\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to\",\n \"Elise enters, turns on the light...\\n She picks up the computer printout of her court appointment\\n to be married. A Post-it note on top of the printout reads:\\n \\\"Our last night apart... Love, Adrian.\\\"\",\n \"Times, then reaches for the New York / Region section. As he\\n does the front page of the Arts section catches his eye.\\n There is a big photo of Elise, doing an \\\"airborne split,\\\"\",\n \"windows across. (He has bought the two one-bedrooms next to\\n his and knocked the walls down). Three years have passed.\\n No files on the table, like there were the last time we were\",\n \"first. Eventually I realized it's\\n how you move around so fast.\\n (off Harry's reluctance)\\n If you don't want to help me\",\n \"David enters the huge, ornate, men's room and goes to the row\\n of sinks. He pulls two Ricola cherry lozenges from his\",\n \"It's the same apartment -- except it's bigger now. Instead\\n of two large windows on the park, his apartment is now six\",\n \"Richardson and McCrady move swiftly down the block.\\n Richardson heads up the stairs of a brownstone. Opens the\\n door to see a street in Chinatown. He slams the door shut.\",\n \"Harry comes down from topside, with his Planbook in hand.\\n David is waiting anxiously down here.\\n\\n HARRY\\n You got lucky. It's raining again.\",\n \"PICTURE IT)\\n There's an alley in front of me.\\n Third door on--\\n\\n HARRY\\n Thompson's there.\",\n \"moment shuts it off. Total silence again. It bothers him.\\n He opens up his briefcase. Pulls out a thick file -- his\"\n ],\n [\n \"The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\\n The park is still and silent.\\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.\",\n \"HARRY\\n I'm fine-- Will you hand me that?\\n Harry points at his leather portfolio on the pavement a few\\n feet away. We'll come to know it as a \\\"PLANBOOK.\\\"\",\n \"ELISE\\n You bastard!\\n He's got a good lead, so he flips around and runs backwards.\",\n \"HARRY\\n Dammit!\\n Harry sprints out onto lark Avenue now, right behind the bus--\",\n \"HARRY\\n Shit!\\n He's looking at a leather portfolio. We catch a glimpse\\n inside: a complicated circuit diagram. Harry shuts the\",\n \"them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...\",\n \"ELISE\\n Why are you doing this to me?\\n Just then the door bursts open. The suspicious man from the\",\n \"A dazed Harry lies in the road... The taxi driver who hit\\n him jumps out of his car to see if Harry is okay...\",\n \"now. She walks like Elise. She's dressed in the same\\n eclectic style. He slams the red \\\"next stop\\\" strip, jumps\",\n \"David stands alone. Stares at the floor. Finally\\n confronting the fact that he can't beat the forces arrayed\\n against him. Finally ready to make the choice being forced\\n upon him...\",\n \"The staff and supporters in here have become very quiet.\\n Their candidate is standing in the middle of the room, but no\\n one can look at him. And David can't look at them either...\\n\\n DAVID\",\n \"Lauren returfs to sit next to Adrian. She holds up one\\n finger --'one more minute.\\n MOVE to REVEAL,a suspicious-looking man stepping into the\",\n \"A sound behind him. David spins to see a WOMAN exiting one\\n of the stalls. She's in a stunning ball gown and carrying an\\n expensive bottle of champagne.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Hmmm, could get ugly...\\n He looks down an alley as if he's noticed something. When\\n she looks, he takes off like a bat out of hell--\",\n \"David takes all this in. After a;long be t he takes a drink.\\n Then he offers the bottle to Harry, who h a esitates, then takes\\n a drink as well.\",\n \"He opens up Harry's Planbook. Elise sees the intricate\\n \\\"wiring diagrams.\\\" Sees the lines shift on the page. It\\n startles her.\",\n \"(BEAT')\\n Do you really want to watch her\\n lose the only thing she's ever\\n cared about? You just got the\\n tiniest taste of what that looks\\n like...\\n The thought makes David ill.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Quit complaining and run.\\n She catches up. He spins and digs it out. He can't dance,\\n but he sure can run. He pulls away and wins.\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\\n go.\\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\\n\\n THEN:\",\n \"Richardson glances irately at Harry, who stands by himself\\n off to the side, clearly disgraced.\\n David, who is tied to a chair facing away from Richardson,\"\n ],\n [\n \"somebody running. for office can\\n have, me in their life.\\n David turns her around so he can see her face, so he knows\\n for sure she hears this:\",\n \"DAVID\\n .I'm here today to honor that,\\n and to announce my intention to run\\n for the United States Senate...\\n\\n INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DAY\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\",\n \"DAVID\\n You weren't running, for Senate at\\n the time.\\n\\n WOMAN\\n Do you still have a chance or is it\\n over?\",\n \"WOMAN\\n And they work for the Man anyway.\\n\\n (BEAT)\\n You going to run again?\\n\\n DAVID\",\n \"DAVID\\n Hi there. I'm David Norris. And\\n I'm running for the US Senate.\",\n \"The staff and supporters in here have become very quiet.\\n Their candidate is standing in the middle of the room, but no\\n one can look at him. And David can't look at them either...\\n\\n DAVID\",\n \"INT. WALDORF HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT\\n\\n David watches the election coverage on TV. Pundits are\\n discussing the New York Senate race, which CNN has already\\n called for David's opponent.\",\n \"WOMAN\\n You're that guy running for Senate\\n aren't you?\\n\\n DAVID\\n I'm \\\"that guy.\\\"\",\n \"DAVID\\n Jesus!\\n Three men in business suits talking by the window spin to see\\n David. it's Mr. Richardson and-two aides we recognize as the\\n \\\"security guards\\\" who chased Elise away on election night.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"David as he walks out from behind a curtain onto the dais.\\n His supporters start clapping... . but clearly they're\\n heartbroken. David looks completely peaceful.\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n What is wrong with you people?!\\n Richardson drops the paper on the floor and lets it burn.\\n ON David's reaction CUT TO:\",\n \"David stands in ftontof the corner office labeled \\\"Steve\\n Kincaid.\\\" He hesitates, then opens it. He sees an empty\",\n \"DAVID\\n The only time a politician is alone\\n is when he's asleep.. .or in the\\n bathroom. After eight years in\",\n \"It's pouring rain. David walks down Carroll Street. Most of\\n the row houses display \\\"Norris for Senate\\\" signs.\",\n \"them.\\n (off David's silence)\\n You're going to look for her aren't\\n you?\\n Again, David is silent.\",\n \"David enters his hotel room. The silence contrasts starkly\\n with the noisy energy of the campaign trail.\\n He turns on the TV. Scrolls through the channels. After a\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n Grab him!\\n David bolts out of the office as they lunge at him--\\n\\n INT. RSR OFFICE FLOOR -- MORNING\",\n \"David passes a couple of empty offices on his way towards a\\n large corner suite where a secretary sits outside an office\\n marked \\\"Charles Traynor, Chairman.\\\" She's smiling.\"\n ],\n [\n \"David and Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Elise!\\n The woman turns around.\\n And it's her...\\n\\n ELISE\\n David?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi.\",\n \"David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You been up long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n No.\",\n \"ELISE\\n\\n (LAUGHS)\\n I'm a dancer.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Oh..\",\n \"David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\\n cheeks. Seeing David...\",\n \"Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\\n her. She turns back to look at him.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"ELISE\\n This one's open!\\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\\n and they go up the stairs together to--\\n\\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY\",\n \"David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\\n faces are not always sharp.\\n\\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT\",\n \"David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"DAVID\\n I just ran into Elise.\\n He hangs up.\\n\\n ELISE\\n You just hung up on your best\\n friend.\",\n \"INT. LADIES ROOM -- DAY\\n\\n Elise turns to see him and stops cold.\\n\\n ELLST\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi...\",\n \"ELISE\\n You grew up over there?\\n She indicatesa residential area just behind the docks.\\n\\n DAVID\",\n \"Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.\",\n \"INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DUSK\\n\\n now.\\n David talks to Elise, who's showered and dressed\",\n \"ELISE\\n Don't.\\n She turns and walks into the club. David stands there.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Holy shit...\",\n \"David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\\n Richardson's pursuit.\\n\\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY\",\n \"DAVID AND ELISE\\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\\n\\n DAVID\\n just want to\"\n ],\n [\n \"THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU\\n\\n\\n\\n Written by\\n\\n George Nolfi\\n\\n\\n Based on a short story by\",\n \"Big old marble sinks, heavy wood doors. Elise enters, tears\\n welling in her eyes...\\n\\n INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HALLWAY -- DAY\",\n \"They stop, and look at each other. David takes her hand as\\n Adjustment Team trsapers appear all around them from adjacent\\n roofs. They're completely surrounded.\",\n \"TNT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS -- DUSK\\n A defeated Richardson trudges up a long flight of stairs.\\n\\n INT. HALLWAY -- DUSK\",\n \"INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HEADQUARTERS --'NIGHT\\n\\n Burdensky and a dejected Richardson walk down the hall.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Why are you keeping us apart?\\n\\n RICHARDSON\\n Because the Plan calls for it.\\n\\n BECAUSE--\",\n \"DAVID\\n Are they ever locked?\\n\\n HARRY\\n Maybe if you have a defective hat.\\n They step through the door and onto--\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n Sometimes. when nudging a person\\n back on Plan isn't enough we\\n intervene directly.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Why Charlie? What did you do to\\n him.\",\n \"They see an empty roof. The Silver Suits are gone. And the\\n rain has stopped. A strange silence envelopes them...\\n They spin the other direction to see The Chairman, standing\",\n \"DAVID\\n You were never happy with Adrian.\\n You told me that.\\n Elise puts her head in her hands.\\n\\n ELISE\\n This is so screwed up. Oh,-God..\",\n \"then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\\n you have the appearance of Free\\n =Will.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You expect me.'to believe that?\",\n \"HARRY\\n I'm fine-- Will you hand me that?\\n Harry points at his leather portfolio on the pavement a few\\n feet away. We'll come to know it as a \\\"PLANBOOK.\\\"\",\n \"Lauren returfs to sit next to Adrian. She holds up one\\n finger --'one more minute.\\n MOVE to REVEAL,a suspicious-looking man stepping into the\",\n \"Elise enters, turns on the light...\\n She picks up the computer printout of her court appointment\\n to be married. A Post-it note on top of the printout reads:\\n \\\"Our last night apart... Love, Adrian.\\\"\",\n \"Harry comes down from topside, with his Planbook in hand.\\n David is waiting anxiously down here.\\n\\n HARRY\\n You got lucky. It's raining again.\",\n \"INSERT: a floor board tilted oddly. It goes back to normal.\\n FIND THOMPSON: His hand slightly outstretched.\\n THE AUDIENCE instantly knows something is wrong. David jumps\",\n \"INSIDE --\\n Except when they walk through the door they're not in an\\n office 40 floors above lower Manhattan,: they step inside a\\n large warehouse...\\n Their movement completely violates the laws of physics.\",\n \"Adrian kisses Elise.\\n\\n ADRIAN\\n Hi, honey.\\n (notices her face)\\n You okay?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Elise!\\n The woman turns around.\\n And it's her...\\n\\n ELISE\\n David?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"David and Elise.\",\n \"ELISE\\n It's been years, David. How do\\n you know I don't have a boyfriend?\\n Oh, shit. He hasn't even had time to think about that.\",\n \"David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\\n cheeks. Seeing David...\",\n \"David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You been up long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n No.\",\n \"Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"DAVID\\n How long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n Three months.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Was it serious?\",\n \"Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\\n her. She turns back to look at him.\",\n \"DAVID\\n I just ran into Elise.\\n He hangs up.\\n\\n ELISE\\n You just hung up on your best\\n friend.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.\",\n \"DAVID\\n The rain slows them down but they\\n can track us. We have two orthree\\n minutes. Maybe less.\\n Elise is still speechless. He takes her hand.\",\n \"DAVID AND ELISE\\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\\n\\n DAVID\\n just want to\",\n \"ELISE\\n\\n (LAUGHS)\\n I'm a dancer.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Oh..\",\n \"ELISE\\n This one's open!\\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\\n and they go up the stairs together to--\\n\\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY\",\n \"ELISE\\n Hello? :Why, are you calling?\\n\\n (LISTENS)\\n No...I... . Look, I have to go...\\n She hangs up. David looks at her.\",\n \"David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\\n faces are not always sharp.\\n\\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT\",\n \"ELISE\\n He left...\\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What an idiot.\"\n ],\n [\n \"(BEAT)\\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\\n you have the appearance of Free\\n =Will.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You expect me.'to believe that?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You know, we actually tried Free\\n Will before. After taking you from\\n hunting and gathering to the height\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"refuses to be bound by his fate,\\n someone who understands that Free\\n Will is a gift most people are too\\n afraid to use.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Who said anything about Free Will?\\n David stares back at him.\",\n \"before we took the training wheels\\n off again. So we gave you the\\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent\",\n \"(BORED SHRUG)\\n You have Free Will over what tie\\n you pick in the morning, or what\\n beverage to order at lunch. But\",\n \"six hundred years tempering your\\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\\n fifty years�you brought us World\",\n \"reveal our existence we will erase\\n your brain. Your memories, your\\n emotions, your entire personality\\n will be expunged. Your friends and\",\n \"It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\\n Fate am Free Will coexist\\n They're;in tension with each other.\\n And pure chance.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Now you know. Youknota everything.\\n And you have to leave mitie.\\n\\n ELI\",\n \"face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\\n just broken her chains...\",\n \"of the Roman Empire we stepped back\\n to see how you'd do on your own.\\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\\n five centuries -- until finally we:\",\n \"to the stimuli I apply. They\\n accept the path they find\\n themselves on. And perform\\n accordingly. But every once in a\\n while someone comes along who\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n The only thing we have in this\\n fucked up world are the choices we\\n make. And there's nothing you can\\n do to me that will get me sign them\\n away.\",\n \"family will think you've gone\\n crazy. You won't \\\"think\\\" anything\\n because a blank slate can't\\n \\\"think.\\\"\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\\n go.\\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\\n\\n THEN:\",\n \"it God or the Devil or Fate we all\\n know you're out there, fucking with\\n us...\",\n \"The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\\n The park is still and silent.\\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Could I ever learn to read that?\\n Harry shakes his head. Impossible.\\n\\n DAVID\\n No matter how hard I tried?\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Why are you trying to keep me from\\n Elise? Or are you just another\\n lackey who doesn't really know?\\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\\n time to level with him.\",\n \"Thompson and a half-dozen minions emerge from the same\\n dressing room David and Elise did. The seventeen year-old\\n attendant presses back against the wall, totally freaked now.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\\n you'll make Elise's show.\\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?\",\n \"ELISE--\\n\\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\\n\\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.\",\n \"Don't get=me wrong, it killed me to\\n see Thompson hurt her...but I used\\n it as an excuse. I think I left\\n her more to save my career than\",\n \"Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\\n badges and asking questions. /\\n\\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise enter the church and--\",\n \"h T ompson is knocked onto his ass.\\n People in the waiting room stare at David. Almost everyone\\n here knows his fade. He looks at them, unable to summon his\",\n \"THOM BON\\n Let it happen again.\\n 7 Thompson's aides seem surprised by the answer.\\n\\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- MORNING -- FRIDAY\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n We put Elise in front of you three\\n years ago to inspire you to, .g `ve\\n that speech -- the speech that\",\n \"ELISE\\n Why are you doing this to me?\\n Just then the door bursts open. The suspicious man from the\",\n \"Elise stares back at him.\\n\\n ELISE\\n Stop talking like a crazy person.\\n Stop making things up--\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Elise is about to become one of the\\n most famous dancers in the\\n country... and eventually one of the\\n greatest choreographers in the\\n world.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n It a sprain.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Really?\\n\\n THOMPSON\\n This time.\",\n \"DAVID\\n When Thompson told methe choice\\n as Elise or the White House I\\n barely hesitated.\",\n \"INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM NIGHT\\n\\n David is still staring at the floor. He looks-up to see\\n Thompson.\",\n \"looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\\n Yanks on it. It's locked.\",\n \"Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\\n the next dance.\\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\\n go.\\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\\n\\n THEN:\",\n \"INSERT: a floor board tilted oddly. It goes back to normal.\\n FIND THOMPSON: His hand slightly outstretched.\\n THE AUDIENCE instantly knows something is wrong. David jumps\",\n \"2/12/09 99.\\n\\n THOMPSON (CONT'D)\\n You want to know why you can't have\\n her? Look in the mirror.\\n Thompson leaves.\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"David grabs Elise and they go to the side of the roof, the\\n roof of the building next door is ten feet below them. They\\n hang their legs over the edge and jump.\",\n \"David and Elise make love, FOCUS so SHALLOW that even their\\n faces are not always sharp.\\n\\n INT. ELISE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT\",\n \"ELISE\\n This one's open!\\n Elise is standing at the door to the roof. David runs to her\\n and they go up the stairs together to--\\n\\n EXT. ROOF -- DAY\",\n \"Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\\n her. She turns back to look at him.\",\n \"David and Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n The rain slows them down but they\\n can track us. We have two orthree\\n minutes. Maybe less.\\n Elise is still speechless. He takes her hand.\",\n \"INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DUSK\\n\\n now.\\n David talks to Elise, who's showered and dressed\",\n \"David and Elise head towards a door across the street from\\n the Banana Republic.\\n\\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\",\n \"David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You been up long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n No.\",\n \"INT. BOATHOUSE RESTAURANT-- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise are at atable next to the lake.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Elise!\\n The woman turns around.\\n And it's her...\\n\\n ELISE\\n David?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi.\",\n \"David opens the door to Elise's dance company, oblivious to\\n Richardson's pursuit.\\n\\n INT. DANCE STUDIO LOBBY -- DAY\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"DAVID\\n I'm going to: show you.\\n He takes Elise's hand, opens the bathroom door, and walks her\\n across the threshold into--\",\n \"ELISE\\n Okay, we've al-ready used up an\\n hour, we >etter hurry.\\n She pills him toward the exit.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hurry where?\",\n \"Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\\n badges and asking questions. /\\n\\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise enter the church and--\",\n \"EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise head toward a storefront church.\\n\\n EXT. COLUMBUS AVENUE -- DAY\",\n \"David and Elise lie together, spent.\"\n ],\n [\n \"THE CHAIRMAN\\n Not anymc3e .\\n David and Elise watc]i The Chairman walk away, still awed by\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"THE CHAIRMAN\\n I think you know.\\n David and Elise stand in awe'-'as they realize.\",\n \"Richardson and his team watch as David, convinced now he's\\n still undiscovered, stands up and heads to the door with\\n Charlie and Elise.\",\n \"THE CHAIRMAN\\n Hello, David... Good morning,\\n Elise.\\n His voice is gentle, paternal.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Who are you?\",\n \"DAVID\\n Why are you trying to keep me from\\n Elise? Or are you just another\\n lackey who doesn't really know?\\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\\n time to level with him.\",\n \"(TO ELISE)\\n Thank you.\\n David looks around for anything out of the ordinary, any sign\\n of Richardson or his men. But. they stay out of view. He\\n thinks they're not on to him yet.\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\\n you'll make Elise's show.\\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?\",\n \"David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You been up long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n No.\",\n \"DAVID\\n (to Elise, realizing a way\\n out of his dilemma)\\n Come with me. Come and watch.\\n\\n ELISE\",\n \"ELISE\\n He left...\\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What an idiot.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks.\\n David walks away, still trying to get his bearings in the new\\n reality he now knows. Charlie comes around a corner.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"DAVID\\n How did you find me?\\n\\n CHARLIE\\n Does it matter?\\n\\n (TO ELISE)\",\n \"ELISE\\n Okay, we've al-ready used up an\\n hour, we >etter hurry.\\n She pills him toward the exit.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hurry where?\",\n \"DAVID\\n You can call her that. And yes.\\n Definitely.\\n David is looking at a text from Elise as he speaks. It says:\\n \\\"I want to go to bed with you.\\\"\",\n \"ELISE\\n I won't let..them.\\n\\n DAVID\\n They'll take you from here.\\n David touches his head'.\",\n \"Richardson and his colleagues all breathe a large sigh of\\n relief.. .as they watch David leave.\\n\\n MCCRADY\\n We're okay...\",\n \"CHARLIE\\n You can literally walk there after\\n the speech.\\n David nods, his suspicions fading.\\n\\n CHARLIE\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Hi there. I'm David Norris. And\\n I'm running for the US Senate.\",\n \"DIANE SAWYER (ON TV)\\n Unfortunately, we're out of time.\\n David Norris, announced his\\n candidacy for US Senate yesterday.\\n Thanks for stopping by.\\n It goes to commercial.\",\n \"FOLLOW the arm back to David Norris in a king-sized bed. He\\n rubs his eyes, stretches his neck, and climbs out of bed.\",\n \"BARTENDER\\n You're David Norris, right?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Ice water.\",\n \"There's a \\\"Norris for Senate\\\" sign prominently displayed in\\n the window. David enters this classic dive bar and goes to\\n the bartender.\",\n \"David Norris will lose this\\n election badly, perhaps by as much\\n as 10 points.\",\n \"LOCAL NEWS REPORTER (ON TV):\\n David Norris, who'has spent the\\n last two days campaigning in the\",\n \"ELISE\\n I love you, David Norris.\",\n \"NEW YORKER\\n We all have emergencies, pal.\\n\\n (THEN REALIZING)\\n Are you David Norris?\",\n \"INT. WALDORF HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT\\n\\n David watches the election coverage on TV. Pundits are\\n discussing the New York Senate race, which CNN has already\\n called for David's opponent.\",\n \"It's pouring rain. David walks down Carroll Street. Most of\\n the row houses display \\\"Norris for Senate\\\" signs.\",\n \"DAVID\\n You weren't running, for Senate at\\n the time.\\n\\n WOMAN\\n Do you still have a chance or is it\\n over?\",\n \"WOMAN\\n You're that guy running for Senate\\n aren't you?\\n\\n DAVID\\n I'm \\\"that guy.\\\"\",\n \"somebody running. for office can\\n have, me in their life.\\n David turns her around so he can see her face, so he knows\\n for sure she hears this:\",\n \"DAVID NORRIS, 33, is having a private moment, looking down,\\n thinking. He wears a suit and tie. He seems relaxed and\",\n \"DAVID\\n .I'm here today to honor that,\\n and to announce my intention to run\\n for the United States Senate...\\n\\n INT. DANCE STUDIO -- DAY\",\n \"DAVID\\n Apparently, even if I hadn't been\\n caught dropping my drawers in the\\n middle of a senate campaign I would\\n have lost the election anyway\\n because I'm too blunt.\",\n \"The staff and supporters in here have become very quiet.\\n Their candidate is standing in the middle of the room, but no\\n one can look at him. And David can't look at them either...\\n\\n DAVID\",\n \"--He gives a speech at a Harlem church. Audiences watch\\n David the way they watched JFK, the way they watch Obama\\n today. He inspires, makes them believe, makes them want to\",\n \"David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\\n from a door in the middle of the hallway.\"\n ],\n [\n \"RICHARDSON\\n This is a.bignight, gentleman.\\n\\n (TOHARRY)\\n Is ever ything set?\\n Harry nods. Richardson notices his eyes:\",\n \"Richardson glances irately at Harry, who stands by himself\\n off to the side, clearly disgraced.\\n David, who is tied to a chair facing away from Richardson,\",\n \"RICHARD SON\\n You planned that vacation, right?\\n\\n HARRY\\n Two weeks.\\n Richardson claps him din-the shoulder and leaves. Harry\\n watches him go.\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n He spills his coffee when he steps\\n out of Starbucks. The moment he\\n comes through the door.\\n\\n HARRY\\n Got it.\",\n \"EXT. PARK BENCH -- PRE DAWN\\n\\n Harry sits on one of the benches -- a fedora in his lap to\\n complement a gray flannel suit. Richardson arrives.\",\n \"RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\\n So before I let you go, you need to\\n understand something: If you ever\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n If Melton and Morris do their jobs\\n right we'll be okay.\\n But Richardson is clearly worried.\\n\\n INT. MAIN DINING ROOM -- DAY\",\n \"RICHARDSON (O.S.)\\n Yes.\\n\\n MCCRADY (O.S.)\\n What do you want to do?\",\n \"Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\\n As he does he real zes David can see him.\",\n \"points at the door. David walks toward it.\\n Just then another man comes up to Richardson.\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n Do you understand what I just said?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Yes...\",\n \"DAVID (,.CONT'D)\\n What the hell are you doing?!\\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:\",\n \"AT THE DOOR\\n David looks back at Richardson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You said I could go.\\n Richardson walks over to him.\",\n \"Richardson walks down a hallway with an impossibly shiny\\n black floor and enters a doorway marked \\\"Mr. Donaldson.\\\"\\n\\n INT. MR. DONALDSON'S OUTER OFFICE -- DUSK\",\n \"After a moment he signs it at the bottom and looks up,\\n REVEALING Richardson, who is standing awkwardly in front of\\n his superior's desk.\",\n \"RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\\n I can read your mind!\\n David stares back.\\n\\n RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\\n Yeah, really...\",\n \"MCCRADY\\n Sir?\\n Richardson grabs the phone and answers --.going outside to\\n talk.\",\n \"Mr. Richardson sits at a large desk. The design is Art Deco\\n crossed with Albert Speer. Downtown Manhattan is visible out\\n the 30th floor window. Richardson's aide enters.\",\n \"The four men in dark suits.. The boss's name is RICHARDSON,\\n early 40s. His top aide is.AHARRY, 50s.\",\n \"HARRY\\n Yes.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What would your colleagues do to\\n you if they knew what you were\\n telling me?\\n This is precisely what Harry has been worried about.\"\n ],\n [\n \"ELISE\\n\\n (LAUGHS)\\n I'm a dancer.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Oh..\",\n \"ELISE\\n It's all I do. It's the only thing\\n I ever wante& to be. And I started\\n young.\\n\\n AVID\\n How young?\",\n \"ELISE\\n Why are you doing this to me?\\n Just then the door bursts open. The suspicious man from the\",\n \"now. She walks like Elise. She's dressed in the same\\n eclectic style. He slams the red \\\"next stop\\\" strip, jumps\",\n \"ELISE\\n I just feel like being on the\\n floor.\\n\\n RECEPTIONIST\\n Everything still on for tomorrow?\\n Elise nods, trying to cover her ambivalence.\",\n \"ELISE\\n Not like that, you pervert. In a\\n dance company. The. Manhattan\\n Modern Ballet.\\n\\n DAVID\\n I think you have the wrong idea\\n about me.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"David looks through the narrow space of the open door and\\n sees Elise dancing. The piece she's practicing fuses the\\n gra e -ballet with the raw emotion of modern. She's �xl\\n eattaking.\",\n \"2/12/09 110.\\n\\n INT. DANCE COMPANY -- NIGHT\\n\\n Elise continues to dance...\",\n \"ELISE\\n Whoever said that hasn't seen you\\n speak.\\n\\n DAVID\\n That's different. I mean--\\n\\n ELISE\\n What?\",\n \"Elise stares back at him.\\n\\n ELISE\\n Stop talking like a crazy person.\\n Stop making things up--\",\n \"ELISE\\n You grew up over there?\\n She indicatesa residential area just behind the docks.\\n\\n DAVID\",\n \"Adrian kisses Elise.\\n\\n ADRIAN\\n Hi, honey.\\n (notices her face)\\n You okay?\",\n \"David and Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Elise!\\n The woman turns around.\\n And it's her...\\n\\n ELISE\\n David?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi.\",\n \"ELISE\\n Hello? :Why, are you calling?\\n\\n (LISTENS)\\n No...I... . Look, I have to go...\\n She hangs up. David looks at her.\",\n \"ELISE\\n Floor open?\\n\\n RECEPTIONIST\\n (seeing Elise's red eyes)\\n You okay, sweetie?\",\n \"Elise and twb of her colleagues \\\"finish a dance piece. The\\n audience explodes into applause.\\n The house lights come up half way as the stage is readied for\",\n \"Elise enters, turns on the light...\\n She picks up the computer printout of her court appointment\\n to be married. A Post-it note on top of the printout reads:\\n \\\"Our last night apart... Love, Adrian.\\\"\",\n \"Times, then reaches for the New York / Region section. As he\\n does the front page of the Arts section catches his eye.\\n There is a big photo of Elise, doing an \\\"airborne split,\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"(BEAT)\\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\\n you have the appearance of Free\\n =Will.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You expect me.'to believe that?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You know, we actually tried Free\\n Will before. After taking you from\\n hunting and gathering to the height\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Who said anything about Free Will?\\n David stares back at him.\",\n \"(BORED SHRUG)\\n You have Free Will over what tie\\n you pick in the morning, or what\\n beverage to order at lunch. But\",\n \"before we took the training wheels\\n off again. So we gave you the\\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent\",\n \"face. And she smiles. Exhilarated. Like a prisoner who has\\n just broken her chains...\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n Kill me. Or erase me. Or let me\\n go.\\n Thompson stares back at him, dumbfounded. A long silence,\\n\\n THEN:\",\n \"then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--\",\n \"first. Eventually I realized it's\\n how you move around so fast.\\n (off Harry's reluctance)\\n If you don't want to help me\",\n \"them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...\",\n \"DAVID\\n The first day, after they caught\\n me, they carried me through one.I\\n thought it was a hallucination at\",\n \"They see an empty roof. The Silver Suits are gone. And the\\n rain has stopped. A strange silence envelopes them...\\n They spin the other direction to see The Chairman, standing\",\n \"refuses to be bound by his fate,\\n someone who understands that Free\\n Will is a gift most people are too\\n afraid to use.\",\n \"BAVA)\\n They'll take` dance from you. You\\n saw what they-'did before.\\n 'fihe foundations of her world have just collapsed... but\\n somehow she pulls herself together to say this:\",\n \"family will think you've gone\\n crazy. You won't \\\"think\\\" anything\\n because a blank slate can't\\n \\\"think.\\\"\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n The only thing we have in this\\n fucked up world are the choices we\\n make. And there's nothing you can\\n do to me that will get me sign them\\n away.\",\n \"David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\\n from a door in the middle of the hallway.\",\n \"The sky is just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.\\n The park is still and silent.\\n A black Mercedes pulls up on Madison Ave. Mr. Richardson,\\n again in a dark suit, gets out and enters the park.\",\n \"to the stimuli I apply. They\\n accept the path they find\\n themselves on. And perform\\n accordingly. But every once in a\\n while someone comes along who\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Why are you trying to keep me from\\n Elise? Or are you just another\\n lackey who doesn't really know?\\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\\n time to level with him.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n David you are meant to change the\\n world. But that doesn't happen if\\n you stay with her.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\\n you'll make Elise's show.\\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?\",\n \"ELISE--\\n\\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\\n\\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Who said anything about Free Will?\\n David stares back at him.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You're doing the right thing,\\n David. Not just for her, and the\\n world. . .but for yourself.\\n David looks at him for a beat, then turns and walks away into\\n the night.\",\n \"DAVID\\n When Thompson told methe choice\\n as Elise or the White House I\\n barely hesitated.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"ELISE\\n He left...\\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What an idiot.\",\n \"DAVID\\n We both know if you could have we\\n wouldn't be standing here having\\n this conversation...\\n Thompson stares back. He's never dealt with such\\n temerity...\",\n \"ELISE\\n No.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You're not safe with me. If you\",\n \"ELISE\\n Now you're just trying to say what\\n you think I want to hear.\\n A beat. She lets David twist in the wind...\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You can matter, David. Really\\n matter. What you wanted your whole\\n life. What your father wanted when\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n No!\\n And burns Elise's number. David strains and tries to pull\\n loose from the vice-like grip of the four Intervention Team\\n men. But he can't get free.\",\n \"ELISE\\n Whoever said that hasn't seen you\\n speak.\\n\\n DAVID\\n That's different. I mean--\\n\\n ELISE\\n What?\",\n \"Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\\n badges and asking questions. /\\n\\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise enter the church and--\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n (a statement of fact)\\n I'm not losing you again. I'm not\\n letting you out of my sight.\\n\\n ELISE\\n Stalker.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You're an educated man. You've\\n read the Greek tragedies`. In the\\n end Fate always wins...\\n David looks back at him in steely silence.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Tiey`look for another door.\\n\\n ELISE\\n Every door?\\n tavid nods...as they walk into another...\",\n \"DAVID\\n Perfect.\\n David picks a door. It's locked. He tries another. It's\",\n \"DAVID\\n Are they ever locked?\\n\\n HARRY\\n Maybe if you have a defective hat.\\n They step through the door and onto--\",\n \"David exits through a steel door., it clangs shut behind him.\\n He stands there unable to proceed for a long beat then starts\\n walking to the corner to orient himself.\",\n \"HARRY\\n What do you mean?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Teach me about the doors.\\n\\n HARRY\\n How do you know about that?\",\n \"2) David pulls a fire alarm. Nothing.\\n 3) David slams on the door with a two-by-four.\",\n \"David sprints toward the door he came in. It closes as he\\n gets there. He grabs it. It's locked.\\n He sprints away into an internal hallway. Richardson emerges\\n from a door in the middle of the hallway.\",\n \"Through the thick window of the outer door we can see David\\n pounding on the window of the inner door.\\n But we can't hear a sound.\",\n \"David turns just in time to see this. At the same time\\n David realizes the door is no longer \\\"stuck.\\\"\",\n \"looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\\n Yanks on it. It's locked.\",\n \"HARRY\\n Do you have any idea how\\n complicated it is to navigate\\n through those doors... how many\\n thousands of permutations there are\\n in even a simple several block\\n journey?\",\n \"HARRY\\n But you're exposed the whole way\\n there. It's a lot riskier than\\n leapfrogging through doors--\",\n \"then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. He\\n sprints toward an open door forty feet across the warehouse.\\n Richardson makes a little gesture with his hand--\",\n \"moment ago. The door bangs against theme being shoved open\\n from inside.\\n David and Elise run back in the c5,pposite direction. At the\",\n \"Big old marble sinks, heavy wood doors. Elise enters, tears\\n welling in her eyes...\\n\\n INT. ADJUSTMENT BUREAU HALLWAY -- DAY\",\n \"DAVID\\n They're not supposed to be locked!\\n David hears sounds coming from the building's central\\n staircase. He looks down it to see four men in silver suits\\n climbing up the stairs.\",\n \"them. (They've exited from the building on its north edge).\\n Elise steps out onto the grass, touches it, falls to her\\n knees in the rain, completely overwhelmed...\",\n \"2/12/09 108.\\n David complies. Harry opens the door.\",\n \"David pushes the roof door shut, barricades it with some\\n concrete blocks sitting on the roof. Rain pours down on\\n them.\",\n \"ONE --\\n locked too. He tries a third. Locked. Elise tries\\n shakes her head.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Elise exits.. the bus. David stands at the bus door watching\\n her. She turns back to look at him.\",\n \"Moments later. Through the window, David watches Elise\\n walking down the sidewalk. Their eyes meet. She blows him\\n a little kiss before she turns the corner. His heart skips\\n a beat as the bus continues on down Union Square East.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n The morning after .I lost I woke up\\n thinking about you .\\n That melts her. Instantly. All her bravado drops.\\n\\n INT. BUS -- MORNING\",\n \"David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You been up long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n No.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Elise!\\n The woman turns around.\\n And it's her...\\n\\n ELISE\\n David?\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Stop the bus.\\n\\n DRIVER\\n The next stop--\\n\\n DAVID\\n Now.\",\n \"DAVID AND ELISE\\n David squeezes her hand... and leans in again--\\n\\n DAVID\\n just want to\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"DAVID\\n You can call her that. And yes.\\n Definitely.\\n David is looking at a text from Elise as he speaks. It says:\\n \\\"I want to go to bed with you.\\\"\",\n \"David arrives. Sees Elise's face. Tears streaming down her\\n cheeks. Seeing David...\",\n \"ELISE\\n\\n (LAUGHS)\\n I'm a dancer.\\n\\n DAVID\\n Oh..\",\n \"DAVID\\n Okay.\\n David and Elise stop to say goodbye to-each other.\",\n \"When the artistic director pauses the routine to give notes,\\n Elise gives David a. little wave. Then they start again.\\n David looks back out at Richardson on the street, but he's\",\n \"ELISE\\n Hello? :Why, are you calling?\\n\\n (LISTENS)\\n No...I... . Look, I have to go...\\n She hangs up. David looks at her.\",\n \"RIC,HARDSON\\n You ran into a woman named Elise on\\n the bus this morning?\\n\\n DAVID\\n (:going very still)\\n Why does it'matter?\",\n \"INT. LADIES ROOM -- DAY\\n\\n Elise turns to see him and stops cold.\\n\\n ELLST\\n\\n DAVID\\n Hi...\",\n \"David and Elise.\",\n \"ELISE\\n You scare me.\\n\\n DAVID\\n (after a beat)\\n That wasn't the effect I was going\\n for...\\n She smiles...then laughs out-loud--\",\n \"David nears an empty aisle seat. A woman is curled up in the\\n window seat, sleeping. She wears a funky mini-dress, knee-\"\n ],\n [\n \"DAVID\\n Why are you trying to keep me from\\n Elise? Or are you just another\\n lackey who doesn't really know?\\n Thompson studies David for a long beat. Then decides it's\\n time to level with him.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n It's 6:20. If you leave now,\\n you'll make Elise's show.\\n David's eyebrows go up. Huh? Thompson is letting him go?\",\n \"ELISE--\\n\\n EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD -- NIGHT\\n\\n David sits alone on a bench. Thompson arrives.\",\n \"DAVID\\n I'm going to: show you.\\n He takes Elise's hand, opens the bathroom door, and walks her\\n across the threshold into--\",\n \"Thompson and his men pour out onto the street flashing NYPD\\n badges and asking questions. /\\n\\n EXT. HARLEM -- DAY\\n\\n David and Elise enter the church and--\",\n \"ELISE\\n I know.\\n So did that. They look at each other. Then David reaches\\n for his clothes--\",\n \"h T ompson is knocked onto his ass.\\n People in the waiting room stare at David. Almost everyone\\n here knows his fade. He looks at them, unable to summon his\",\n \"Thompson and a half-dozen minions emerge from the same\\n dressing room David and Elise did. The seventeen year-old\\n attendant presses back against the wall, totally freaked now.\",\n \"INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM NIGHT\\n\\n David is still staring at the floor. He looks-up to see\\n Thompson.\",\n \"DAVID\\n When Thompson told methe choice\\n as Elise or the White House I\\n barely hesitated.\",\n \"ELISE\\n He left...\\n David can feel this in the pit of his stomach now.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What an idiot.\",\n \"David pulls back fr`bm Elise, suddenly self-conscious, turns\\n to see the 40-year old woman Richardson just manipulated.\\n She points at the TV report on David's announcement.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Who said anything about Free Will?\\n David stares back at him.\",\n \"ELISE\\n Now you're just trying to say what\\n you think I want to hear.\\n A beat. She lets David twist in the wind...\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You're doing the right thing,\\n David. Not just for her, and the\\n world. . .but for yourself.\\n David looks at him for a beat, then turns and walks away into\\n the night.\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n No!\\n And burns Elise's number. David strains and tries to pull\\n loose from the vice-like grip of the four Intervention Team\\n men. But he can't get free.\",\n \"DAVID\\n You can call her that. And yes.\\n Definitely.\\n David is looking at a text from Elise as he speaks. It says:\\n \\\"I want to go to bed with you.\\\"\",\n \"looks up to see Thompson's aide exit through the stage door.\\n It suddenly clicks for David, and he rushes to the door.\\n Yanks on it. It's locked.\",\n \"Thompson gets up and leaves...just as the lights go down for\\n the next dance.\\n David watches him go...then turns around just in time to\"\n ],\n [\n \"Just as David finishes his sip the-plastic lid pops off the\\n cup. A second earlier and the coffee would have poured all\\n over his shirt. Instead it spills: on the floor.\",\n \"David's phone rings again. As he reaches for the phone he\\n fumbles his coffee cup, the lid comes off, and a slosh of\\n coffee crests the brim and splashes on the woman's dress.\",\n \"WOMAN\\n Just let me spill some on you and\\n we'll be even.\\n She thrusts the cup toward his tie. David parries.\",\n \"DAVID (,.CONT'D)\\n What the hell are you doing?!\\n Richardson blinks Clearly surprised. Then:\",\n \"Richardson hangs up the phone and turns .t look out at David.\\n As he does he real zes David can see him.\",\n \"DAVID\\n No!\\n He grabs the cup with both his hands over hers.\\n\\n WOMAN\",\n \"RICHARDSON\\n He spills his coffee when he steps\\n out of Starbucks. The moment he\\n comes through the door.\\n\\n HARRY\\n Got it.\",\n \"David's ready to explode: at him when he sees something in\\n Richardson's eyes. David stops.. .then his whole expression\\n changes...\",\n \"David shoves him off. Looks like he might take a swing at\\n Richardson. Then his eye catches the complex diagram that\\n McCrady is looking at in his Planbook.\",\n \"DAVID (CONT'D)\\n What is wrong with you people?!\\n Richardson drops the paper on the floor and lets it burn.\\n ON David's reaction CUT TO:\",\n \"BACK TO WIDE SHOT\\n David trips and goes flying--\\n\\n MOMENTS LATER\\n David is dragged back to the center of the room and placed\\n back in his chair in front of Richardson.\",\n \"David is holding ,a beer, in his left hand. With his free hand\\n he picks up a cup and saucer.\",\n \"David wakes to find Elise looking at him.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You been up long?\\n\\n ELISE\\n No.\",\n \"RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\\n I can read your mind!\\n David stares back.\\n\\n RICHARDSON (CONT'D)\\n Yeah, really...\",\n \"EXT. STARBUCKS -- MORNING\\n\\n Through the window we see David getting his morning coffee.\\n He exits and LEAVES FRAME. HOLD on the door of Starbucks.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Not this time.\\n He leans in to kiss her--\\n\\n EXT. BOATHOUSE PATIO -- DAY\\n\\n A horrified look from Richardson--\",\n \"DAVID\\n Stop the bus.\\n\\n DRIVER\\n The next stop--\\n\\n DAVID\\n Now.\",\n \"them.\\n (off David's silence)\\n You're going to look for her aren't\\n you?\\n Again, David is silent.\",\n \"DAVID\\n Thanks. Thanks a lot.\\n David turns back to Elise.\",\n \"DAVID\\n We both know if you could have we\\n wouldn't be standing here having\\n this conversation...\\n Thompson stares back. He's never dealt with such\\n temerity...\"\n ],\n [\n \"of the Roman Empire we stepped back\\n to see how you'd do on your own.\\n You gave us the Dark Ages -- for\\n five centuries -- until finally we:\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n You know, we actually tried Free\\n Will before. After taking you from\\n hunting and gathering to the height\",\n \"before we took the training wheels\\n off again. So we gave you the\\n Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the\\n Scientific Revoluton.:�we spent\",\n \"(BEAT)\\n You on't have_ Free Will, David,\\n you have the appearance of Free\\n =Will.\\n\\n DAVID\\n You expect me.'to believe that?\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n My name's Thompson.\\n\\n DAVID\\n What happened to Free Will?\",\n \"(BORED SHRUG)\\n You have Free Will over what tie\\n you pick in the morning, or what\\n beverage to order at lunch. But\",\n \"refuses to be bound by his fate,\\n someone who understands that Free\\n Will is a gift most people are too\\n afraid to use.\",\n \"BAVA)\\n They'll take` dance from you. You\\n saw what they-'did before.\\n 'fihe foundations of her world have just collapsed... but\\n somehow she pulls herself together to say this:\",\n \"six hundred years tempering your\\n passions with reason.,then in 1910\\n we stepped ba �c again. Within\\n fifty years�you brought us World\",\n \"It's .more- complicated t,}an that,\\n Fate am Free Will coexist\\n They're;in tension with each other.\\n And pure chance.\",\n \"THOMPSON\\n Who said anything about Free Will?\\n David stares back at him.\",\n \"D1 ID\\n But the trt t i `is after making that\\n choice I went into a free-fall...\",\n \"-- because eventually everyone does\\n -- it's what you do when you get\\n back up.\\\"\",\n \"to the stimuli I apply. They\\n accept the path they find\\n themselves on. And perform\\n accordingly. But every once in a\\n while someone comes along who\",\n \"HARRY\\n A lot of people just collapse when\\n they see what you've s'een. Their\\n personal choices suddenly seem\\n meaningless to them. Life starts\\n to feel pointless.\",\n \"it God or the Devil or Fate we all\\n know you're out there, fucking with\\n us...\",\n \"family will think you've gone\\n crazy. You won't \\\"think\\\" anything\\n because a blank slate can't\\n \\\"think.\\\"\",\n \"then leaps up. His rope comes off and the chair falls. 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Eugene?\"\n\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.","\"It would be very hard if my fortune is to cost some one else his life,\"\nsaid Victorine. \"If I cannot be happy unless my brother is to be taken\nout of the world, I would rather stay here all my life.\"","Taillefer's inheritance with the point of his sword. Victorine will come\nin for her brother's money, a snug fifteen thousand francs a year. I","Victorine and her brother. There might be only ten of them, but they\nmade noise enough for twenty; indeed, there seemed to be more of them\nthan usual; that was the only difference between yesterday and to-day.","\"The thing is arranged,\" Vautrin said to Eugene, who remained. \"Our two\ndandies have fallen out. Everything was done in proper form. It is","\"We are forbidden to go to the play,\" answered Victorine.\n\n\"Just look, those two yonder have dropped off where they sit,\" said\nVautrin, shaking the heads of the two sleepers in a comical way.","Mme. Couture laid her hand on the arm of her ward, and drew the girl\naway, as she said in her ear:\n\n\"Why, Victorine, I cannot imagine what has come over you this morning.\"","\"Well, mademoiselle,\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \"you are\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\"\n\n\"A monster!\" said Mme. Couture.","\"Oh! sir,\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \"if you know of any way","the Old Guard, and the Count put a couple of inches of steel into his\nforehead. And here is little Victorine one of the richest heiresses in","\"I am talking about Mlle. Victorine,\" said Mlle, Michonneau, as she\nentered Poiret's room with an absent air, \"and you answer, 'Mme. Morin.'\nWho may Mme. Morin be?\"","\"Madame, I shall never marry Mlle. Victorine,\" said Eugene, turning to\nMme. Vauquer with an expression of terror and loathing that surprised\nthe onlookers at this scene.","\"I will murder that man,\" said Goriot quietly. \"But he has only one\nlife, and he deserves to die twice.--And then, what next?\" he added,\nlooking at Anastasie.","\"Then you haven't heard the news?\" said Eugene. \"Vautrin was an escaped\nconvict; they have just arrested him; and young Taillefer is dead.\"","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","Victorine is gentle and amiable; she will soon twist her father round\nher fingers, and set his head spinning like a German top by plying him\nwith sentiment! She will be too much touched by your devotion to","\"Good-bye, little ones!\" said Vautrin, turning to Eugene and Victorine.\n\"Bless you both!\" and he laid a hand on either head. \"Take my word for","will kill him. To think that my Delphine is his\"--he heaved a sigh--\"it\nis enough to make me murder him, but it would not be manslaughter to","\"Let us play those wretches a trick,\" said he. \"Go to the cemetery, buy\na grave for five years at Pere-Lachaise, and arrange with the Church and","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled."],["\"Come along upstairs,\" he said to Rastignac. They crossed a courtyard,\nand climbed up to the third floor of a new and handsome house. There","the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he","Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the","The next day Rastignac dressed himself very elegantly, and about three\no'clock in the afternoon went to call on Mme. de Restaud. On the way","The world lay before him. His tailor had been summoned and sounded, and\nhad finally surrendered. When Rastignac met M. de Trailles, he had seen","\"Ah! my friend!...\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's","Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all","\"Good friends make short reckonings,\" echoed Poiret, with a glance at\nVautrin.\n\n\"Here is your franc,\" said Rastignac, holding out the coin to the sphinx\nin the black wig.","\"Madame,\" said the Marquis, \"I have the honor of presenting to you the\nChevalier Eugene de Rastignac; he is a cousin of Mme. de Beauseant's.","\"Do you know, Monsieur le Marquis de Rastignacorama, that what you were\nsaying just now was not exactly polite?\" Vautrin remarked, as he rattled","\"Monsieur le Comte,\" said Rastignac, \"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.","\"This gentleman,\" she continued, presenting Eugene to her husband,\n\"is M. de Rastignac; he is related to Mme. la Vicomtesse de Beauseant","Dinner was announced. Rastignac gave his arm to Mme. de Nucingen, she\nled the way into a pretty dining-room, and again he saw the luxury of\nthe table which he had admired in his cousin's house.","Mme. de Beauseant turned to Rastignac. \"What was the blunder that you\nmade, monsieur?\" she asked. \"The poor boy is only just launched into the","Several days went by, and Rastignac lived in a whirl of gaiety. He dined\nalmost every day with Mme. de Nucingen, and went wherever she went, only","Langeais, a general as simple as a child; from him Rastignac learned\nthat the Comtesse lived in the Rue du Helder.","\"Poor young fellow!\" exclaimed Vautrin. \"How can people brawl when they\nhave a certain income of thirty thousand livres? Young people have bad\nmanners, and that is a fact.\"","\"Your credit is good,\" he remarked, eyeing the student, and Rastignac\nwas forced to thank him, though, since the sharp encounter of wits at","\"Two intimate friends!\" said Rastignac to himself. \"Henceforward I shall\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\"","Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left"],["fellow, it is all over with us.\" Anastasie understood the glance that M.\nde Trailles gave her. With a woman's admirable tact, she began to smile\nand said:","Restaud's manner had told him that his errand was a fruitless one; he\nsaw that Anastasie had no longer any liberty of action. He came away","infatuated with Mlle. Anastasie and her flour sacks. Oh! he will not\nfind her a good bargain! She is in M. de Trailles' hands, and he will\nruin her.\"","and death, of the price that had been paid for Anastasie's golden\nembroideries. Delphine cried.","\"Then it is all true,\" she said.\n\nAnastasie bowed her head, Mme. de Nucingen flung her arms about her,\nkissed her tenderly, and held her sister to her heart.","\"Dear child!\" he said. \"Yes, yes, she is very fond of me. But you must\nnot believe all that she tells you about Anastasie. The two sisters are","The Comtesse Anastasie de Restaud was tall and gracefully made; she\nhad one of the prettiest figures in Paris. Imagine a pair of great dark","himself, and found all his happiness in satisfying the whims of the two\ngirls. The best masters were engaged, that Anastasie and Delphine\nmight be endowed with all the accomplishments which distinguish a good","\"Then,\" the Countess resumed, \"there was a pause, and he looked at me.\n'Anastasie,' he said, 'I will bury this in silence; there shall be no","called Anastasie de Restaud, and she lives in the Rue du Helder.\"","He went to Delphine at once in his joy. He had procured this pleasure\nfor her, and doubtless he would receive the price of it. Mme. de","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","I shall succeed, and I will pay her a hundredfold. There is nothing\ncriminal in this _liaison_; nothing that could cause the most austere","\"That is not all, father,\" said Anastasie in Goriot's ear. The old man\ngave a startled shudder. \"The diamonds only sold for a hundred thousand","\"To save Maxime's life,\" she said, \"to save all my own happiness, I\nwent to the money-lender you know of, a man of iron forged in hell-fire;","a conscience, would not give her credit, so Nasie's waiting-woman\nadvanced a thousand francs on account. Poor Nasie! reduced to such","and when the Comte de Restaud came to woo Anastasie for her beauty,\nher social aspirations led her to leave her father's house for a more","\"I found the money, father, by selling what was not mine to sell,\" and\nthe Countess burst into tears.\n\nDelphine was touched; she laid her head on her sister's shoulder, and\ncried too.","respect. Ah! tonight, M. de Marsay will no longer have a right to think\nof me as a woman whom he has paid.\" She tried to conceal her tears from","for your sake. What right have you to heap execrations on Anastasie? You\nhave followed her example; you have selfishly sacrificed others to your"],["A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time","\"So you have seen my daughter?\" Goriot spoke tremulously, and the sound\nof his voice broke in upon Eugene's dreams. The young man took the\nelder's hand, and looked at him with something like kindness in his\neyes.","\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\" cried Goriot; \"she was saying so only\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\"","insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the","When Eugene reached the lodging-house, he found Father Goriot waiting\nfor him.\n\n\"Here,\" cried the old man, \"here is a letter from her. Pretty\nhandwriting, eh?\"","A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \"They","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\" cried\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\nupright as Eugene went out.","\"Monsieur le Comte,\" said Rastignac, \"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.","\"Aha!\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \"Father Goriot has broken\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \"do you want me","\"Very well, but what business is it of ours?\" replied Father Goriot. \"I\nam going to dine with my daughter in _your house_, do you understand?\nShe is expecting you. Come!\"","Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.","\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\" she\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\nvery pretty.\"","It was midnight. Mme. de Nucingen's carriage was waiting for her, and\nFather Goriot and the student walked back to the Maison Vauquer, talking","\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\ndined at our table,\" cried Rastignac.\n\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.","\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\" demanded Rastignac.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Father Goriot.","\"Yes, there was,\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\n\n\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\" he said to himself.","\"I shall always love you and never judge you, Nasie,\" she said.\n\n\"My angels,\" murmured Goriot faintly. \"Oh, why should it be trouble that\ndraws you together?\""],["have set Vautrin on his guard; for Vautrin, or, to give him his real\nname, Jacques Collin, was in fact the notorious escaped convict.","\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\" she cried, interrupting herself,","\"Look at the old wretch,\" said Mme. Vauquer, speaking to Vautrin; \"how\nhis eyes light up!\"","\"But if his Excellency the Minister of Police is certain that M.\nVautrin is this _Trompe-la-Mort_, why should he want me?\" asked Mlle.\nMichonneau.","\"Well, mademoiselle,\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \"you are\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\"\n\n\"A monster!\" said Mme. Couture.","\"This so-called Vautrin,\" said the detective, \"receives the money\nbelonging to my lords the convicts, invests it for them, and holds it at","\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\"\nVautrin went on. \"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep","\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\" said the girl. \"Just take M. Eugene. I\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of","\"You are very dull, my lord Marquis,\" said Vautrin, with one of the\nshrewd glances that seem to read the innermost secrets of another mind.","\"There's that poor M. Vautrin that they made out to be a convict,\" the\nwidow went on. \"Well, you know that is too much for me, Sylvie; I","Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \"If you are going to champion Father","\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\" Vautrin continued. \"I\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set","\"'Oh woman, persecuted and injured innocent!'\" exclaimed Vautrin,\nbreaking in upon her. \"So that is how you are, is it? In a few days'","\"Who the devil could have told you her name, M. Vautrin?\" asked Eugene.","\"Good-bye, dear,\" said Mme. Vauquer to her lodger. \"Do you think that M.\nVautrin means to run away with me?\" she added, lowering her voice.","\"What is there inside it?\" said Vautrin, holding the letter up to the\nlight. \"A banknote? No.\" He peered into the envelope. \"A receipted","\"Very well, his Excellency is at this moment absolutely certain that the\nso-called Vautrin, who lodges at the Maison Vauquer, is a convict","\"Aha! there you are!\" answered Vautrin. \"Old Father Goriot there knew it\nquite well! and why should I not know it too?\"\n\n\"M. Goriot?\" the student cried.","\"Oh! sir,\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \"if you know of any way","\"There, you have earned your three thousand francs very easily,\"\nexclaimed Poiret, supporting Vautrin while Mlle. Michonneau slipped"],["\"What sort of things?\" asked Goriot. \"This is like to be the death of\nme. My poor head will not stand a double misfortune.\"","\"I will murder that man,\" said Goriot quietly. \"But he has only one\nlife, and he deserves to die twice.--And then, what next?\" he added,\nlooking at Anastasie.","Eugene went to the head of the bed and supported the dying man, while\nBianchon drew off his shirt; and then Goriot made a movement as if he","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","\"Nothing, nothing,\" said Goriot; \"it will go off. There is something\nheavy pressing on my forehead, a little headache.... Ah! poor Nasie,\nwhat a life lies before her!\"","\"Aha!\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \"Father Goriot has broken\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the","most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the","insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the","Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the","Goriot stopped; the words died away in his throat.\n\n\"And then, dear, he asked something worse than death of me. Oh! heaven\npreserve all other women from hearing such words as I heard then!\"","A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \"They","He seemed to grow drowsy with exhaustion, and lay quietly for a long\ntime. Christophe came back; and Rastignac, thinking that Goriot was\nasleep, allowed the man to give his story aloud.","\"How do you feel now, dear Father Goriot?\" asked Rastignac.\n\n\"I should like to go to sleep,\" he replied.","\"Then they think that I am ruined!\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\njealousy and desperation. \"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a","Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most","Father Goriot looked sadly at his handiwork, tears fell from his\neyes, he blew out the dip which had served him for a light while he\nmanipulated the silver, and Eugene heard him sigh as he lay down again.","\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","tears, no doubt, had misled Goriot; for he gathered up all his remaining\nstrength in a last effort, stretched out his hands, groped for the","\"How? Who told him? I will kill him,\" cried Goriot.","finished his soup, so that when Goriot had pushed back his cap from his\neyes his spoon encountered the table. Every one burst out laughing. \"You"],["Vautrin, Father Goriot, and Rastignac came downstairs in company, and,\nall three of them being late, were obliged to sit together.","Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the","The next morning, at breakfast, he related the story of his success for\nthe benefit of Father Goriot and the lodgers. Vautrin began to smile in\na diabolical fashion.","Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\nlikewise appeared.","\"Monsieur le Comte,\" said Rastignac, \"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.","The student stared hard at Vautrin. Father Goriot raised his head at the\nwords, and gave the two speakers a glance so full of intelligence and\nuneasiness that the lodgers beheld him with astonishment.","\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","He seemed to grow drowsy with exhaustion, and lay quietly for a long\ntime. Christophe came back; and Rastignac, thinking that Goriot was\nasleep, allowed the man to give his story aloud.","Father Goriot found himself without an audience, for Mme. de Nucingen\nhad led Rastignac into the study; he heard a kiss given and taken, low\nthough the sound was.","It was midnight. Mme. de Nucingen's carriage was waiting for her, and\nFather Goriot and the student walked back to the Maison Vauquer, talking","Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.","\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\" demanded Rastignac.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Father Goriot.","When Eugene reached the lodging-house, he found Father Goriot waiting\nfor him.\n\n\"Here,\" cried the old man, \"here is a letter from her. Pretty\nhandwriting, eh?\"","his goods, saying that he would meet him in the Rue d'Artois at four\no'clock; but Rastignac's name had been called early on the list at","tested in the English fashion. He remembered Father Goriot's confidences\nof the evening before; he recollected the rooms taken for him in the Rue","Vautrin filled Eugene's glass and Goriot's likewise, then he\ndeliberately poured out a few drops into his own glass, and sipped it\nwhile his two neighbors drank their wine. All at once he made a grimace.","\"Aha! there you are!\" answered Vautrin. \"Old Father Goriot there knew it\nquite well! and why should I not know it too?\"\n\n\"M. Goriot?\" the student cried.","to be back at the Maison Vauquer. Father Goriot had left his room,\nand was just sitting down to dinner as he came in. Bianchon had placed","\"Yes,\" echoed Poiret; \"you must go and call on Mme. de Restaud.\"\n\n\"And perhaps you will find Father Goriot there, who will take payment\nfor the assistance he politely rendered.\"","Rastignac hurried downstairs.\n\n\"Here, madame\" he said in disgust, \"let us square accounts. M. Goriot\nwill not stay much longer in your house, nor shall I----\""],["\"Monsieur le Comte,\" said Rastignac, \"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.","\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\" she\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\nvery pretty.\"","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,","\"So you have seen my daughter?\" Goriot spoke tremulously, and the sound\nof his voice broke in upon Eugene's dreams. The young man took the\nelder's hand, and looked at him with something like kindness in his\neyes.","\"Really, young man!\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\n\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were","\"Yes, there was,\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\n\n\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\" he said to himself.","\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\" demanded Rastignac.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Father Goriot.","\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\" cried Goriot; \"she was saying so only\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\"","Rastignac hurried downstairs.\n\n\"Here, madame\" he said in disgust, \"let us square accounts. M. Goriot\nwill not stay much longer in your house, nor shall I----\"","\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\ndined at our table,\" cried Rastignac.\n\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.","Father Goriot found himself without an audience, for Mme. de Nucingen\nhad led Rastignac into the study; he heard a kiss given and taken, low\nthough the sound was.","\"How do you feel now, dear Father Goriot?\" asked Rastignac.\n\n\"I should like to go to sleep,\" he replied.","\"M. Goriot's daughter,\" said the law student.\n\nAt this, all eyes turned to the old vermicelli maker; he was gazing at\nEugene with something like envy in his eyes.","Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.","insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the","\"_Poor child!_\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his","\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \"do you want me","\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","\"Well?\" cried Goriot, as Rastignac passed by his door.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Eugene; \"I will tell you everything to-morrow.\""],["arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants","round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","to give them their most extravagant desires, and asked nothing of them\nin return but a kiss. Goriot had raised the two girls to the level of","The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's","As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on","A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\" said Father Goriot when they\nwere alone. \"They are going to a grand ball.\"","Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.","Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the","had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the","The cab stopped in the Rue d'Artois. Father Goriot stepped out first and\nflung ten francs to the man with the recklessness of a widower returning\nto bachelor ways.","\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \"do you want me","A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \"They","Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,","\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\ndined at our table,\" cried Rastignac.\n\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.","\"Aha!\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \"Father Goriot has broken\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the","\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\" cried\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\nupright as Eugene went out.","\"Really, young man!\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\n\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were"],["The lodging-house is Mme. Vauquer's own property. It is still standing\nin the lower end of the Rue Nueve-Sainte-Genevieve, just where the road","Maison Vauquer--an exceedingly respectable boarding-house in every way,\nI grant you, but an establishment that, none the less, falls short","At the time when this story begins, the lodging-house contained seven\ninmates. The best rooms in the house were on the first story, Mme.","recommended boarding-houses in the Latin Quarter_.\" \"From the windows\nof the house,\" thus ran the prospectus, \"there is a charming view of","Saint-Marcel. Her house (known in the neighborhood as the _Maison\nVauquer_) receives men and women, old and young, and no word has ever","she let him know that M. Goriot, one of the best known and most\nhighly-respected merchants in Paris, had singled out her boarding-house","one of her boarders sometimes gave her, in July; the whole Eldorado of\na little Parisian household rose up before Mme. Vauquer in her","Baronne de Vaumerland and the widow of a colonel, the late Comte de\nPicquoisie, who were about to leave a boarding-house in the Marais,","business and the savings of the last few years. It was this capital\nthat Mme. Vauquer, in the early days of his residence with her, had","house, Mme. Vauquer took boarders who came for their meals; but these\n_externes_ usually only came to dinner, for which they paid thirty\nfrancs a month.","Two, however, of Mme. Vauquer's boarders formed a striking contrast to\nthe rest. There was a sickly pallor, such as is often seen in anaemic","Mme. Vauquer followed the two ladies, meaning to pass the evening in\ntheir room, an arrangement that economized fire and candlelight. Eugene\nand Vautrin were left alone.","house. When he first came there he had taken the rooms now occupied by\nMme. Couture; he had paid twelve hundred francs a year like a man to","The boarders dropped in one after another, interchanging greetings and\nempty jokes that certain classes of Parisians regard as humorous and","Mme. Vauquer felt sick and faint at these words.\n\n\"Good Lord!\" she cried, \"this does give one a turn; and me at the Gaite\nwith him only last night!\" she said to Sylvie.","money to Mme. Vauquer, or to the boarders; but, somehow, those whom he\nobliged felt that they would sooner face death than fail to repay him; a","the boarders went. At last, when their numbers had so dwindled that the\nparty consisted of Mme. Vauquer, Mme. Couture, Mlle. Victorine, Vautrin,","\"Never a bit of it!\" cried the boarders. \"She must go, and go this\nminute!\"\n\n\"But the poor lady has had no dinner,\" said Poiret, with piteous\nentreaty.","\"Oh! mademoiselle, what is to be done?\" cried Mme. Vauquer. \"I am a\nruined woman. You can't stay here; they will go further, do something\nviolent.\"","\"Well, I can tell you this, I know,\" said Mme. Vauquer, \"I have taken\nlodgers these thirty years, and a good many have passed through my"],["In the days before the Revolution, Jean-Joachim Goriot was simply a\nworkman in the employ of a vermicelli maker. He was a skilful, thrifty","Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most","\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","\"Then they think that I am ruined!\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\njealousy and desperation. \"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a","\"My dear Monsieur Eugene,\" she said, when he had spoken, \"you know quite\nas well as I do that Father Goriot has not a brass farthing left. If you","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe, the gorgeous\noutfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing. Mme. Vauquer's","most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the","that he was rich till the peril of being rich was over, and all his\nintelligence was concentrated, not on political, but on commercial\nspeculations. Goriot was an authority second to none on all questions","life (they called him Monsieur Goriot very respectfully then) that gave\nMme. Vauquer the meanest opinion of his business abilities; she looked\non him as an imbecile where money was concerned.","What had brought about this decline and fall? Conjecture was keen, but\ninvestigation was difficult. Father Goriot was not communicative; in","\"And, after all,\" said Christophe, \"what do they give you? A miserable\nfive-franc piece. There is Father Goriot, who has cleaned his shoes","As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on","and anxious; and this was so well known, that one day a competitor, who\nwished to get rid of him to secure the field to himself, told Goriot","After seven years of unclouded happiness, Goriot lost his wife. It was\nvery unfortunate for him. She was beginning to gain an ascendency over","The cab stopped in the Rue d'Artois. Father Goriot stepped out first and\nflung ten francs to the man with the recklessness of a widower returning\nto bachelor ways.","Father Goriot looked sadly at his handiwork, tears fell from his\neyes, he blew out the dip which had served him for a light while he\nmanipulated the silver, and Eugene heard him sigh as he lay down again.","\"_Poor child!_\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his","Goriot went on with his breakfast, but seemed unconscious of what he was\ndoing. He had never looked more stupid nor more taken up with his own\nthoughts than he did at that moment.","In the year 1813, at the age of sixty-nine or thereabouts, \"Father\nGoriot\" had sold his business and retired--to Mme. Vauquer's boarding"],["\"Yes, there was,\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\n\n\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\" he said to himself.","in the pleasure and excitement of the young people, and seemed to be not\nthe least happy of the three. He loved Rastignac already for his own as\nwell as for his daughter's sake.","\"Two intimate friends!\" said Rastignac to himself. \"Henceforward I shall\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\"","\"_Mon Dieu!_\" said Rastignac. \"To think of those daughters of his.\"","Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all","\"And what was that you said?\"\n\n\"She is in love with you already, your little Baronne de Rastignac!\"\n\n\"She has not a penny,\" Eugene continued, much mystified.","\"So there is to be an engagement of marriage between M. le Chevalier\nEugene de Rastignac and Mlle. Victorine Taillefer, is there?\" The words","daughters. He settled one of them under Restaud's roof, and grafted the\nother into the Nucingen family tree, the Baron de Nucingen being a rich","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","\"This gentleman,\" she continued, presenting Eugene to her husband,\n\"is M. de Rastignac; he is related to Mme. la Vicomtesse de Beauseant","the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he","ingratitude of daughters who have cast off their old father and wish\nthat he were dead, and that is a rivalry between two sisters. Restaud\ncomes of a good family, his wife has been received into their circle;","\"Madame,\" said the Marquis, \"I have the honor of presenting to you the\nChevalier Eugene de Rastignac; he is a cousin of Mme. de Beauseant's.","\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\ndined at our table,\" cried Rastignac.\n\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.","\"This gentleman is M. Eugene de Rastignac, one of my cousins,\" said the\nVicomtesse. \"Have you any news of General de Montriveau?\" she continued.","\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\" she\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\nvery pretty.\"","\"What can Mlle. Victorine be guilty of?\" demanded Poiret.\n\n\"Guilty of falling in love with M. Eugene de Rastignac and going further\nand further without knowing exactly where she is going, poor innocent!\"","\"Monsieur le Comte,\" said Rastignac, \"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.","Mme. de Beauseant turned to Rastignac. \"What was the blunder that you\nmade, monsieur?\" she asked. \"The poor boy is only just launched into the","\"Ah! my friend!...\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's"],["\"Oh! monsieur,\" cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, \"why\ndo you want to kill M. Eugene?\"\n\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.","\"Well, mademoiselle,\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \"you are\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\"\n\n\"A monster!\" said Mme. Couture.","\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\" she cried, interrupting herself,","\"Oh! sir,\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \"if you know of any way","\"There, you have earned your three thousand francs very easily,\"\nexclaimed Poiret, supporting Vautrin while Mlle. Michonneau slipped","\"Then stop and take care of him,\" returned Vautrin. \"'Tis your duty as\na meek and obedient wife,\" he whispered in her ear. \"The young fellow","\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\" said the girl. \"Just take M. Eugene. I\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of","\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\" Vautrin continued. \"I\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set","\"Poor young fellow!\" exclaimed Vautrin. \"How can people brawl when they\nhave a certain income of thirty thousand livres? Young people have bad\nmanners, and that is a fact.\"","\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","\"The thing is arranged,\" Vautrin said to Eugene, who remained. \"Our two\ndandies have fallen out. Everything was done in proper form. It is","\"Oh! mamma dear, suppose it should really happen as that kind M. Vautrin\nsaid!\" said Victorine with a sigh as she looked at her hands. The two\nwomen were alone together.","Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \"If you are going to champion Father","\"I don't care, I must do honor to M. Vautrin.\"\n\n\"Are you so fond of your heirs as all that?\"","Vautrin's offer and the possibility of fortune by a marriage with Mlle.\nTaillefer. Poverty would clamor so loudly that more than once he was on","\"Good-bye, little ones!\" said Vautrin, turning to Eugene and Victorine.\n\"Bless you both!\" and he laid a hand on either head. \"Take my word for","Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the","\"It is quite right and proper, mademoiselle, to pray to Heaven to soften\nyour father's heart,\" said Vautrin, as he drew a chair nearer to the","\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\" said Rastignac; \"that scoundrel Vautrin\nhas dropped down like one dead.\"","\"We are forbidden to go to the play,\" answered Victorine.\n\n\"Just look, those two yonder have dropped off where they sit,\" said\nVautrin, shaking the heads of the two sleepers in a comical way."],["who escaped from penal servitude at Toulon, where he is known by the\nnickname _Trompe-la-Mort_.\"","\"Trompe-la-Mort would not let a woman come near him,\" said the\ndetective. \"I will tell you a secret--he does not like them.\"","\"Trompe-la-Mort?\" said Pioret. \"Dear me, he is very lucky if he deserves\nthat nickname.\"","\"Why didn't I?\" she asked. \"Why, it wants thinking over. Suppose that M.\nVautrin is this Trompe-la-Mort, perhaps we might do better for ourselves","\"Mlle. Michonneau was talking the day before yesterday about a gentleman\nnamed _Trompe-la-Mort_,\" said Bianchon; \"and, upon my word, that name\nwould do very well for you.\"","known as Trompe-la-Mort, condemned to twenty years' penal servitude, and\nI have just proved that I have come fairly by my nickname.--If I had","Bianchon, on his way back from Cuvier's lecture, overheard the\nsufficiently striking nickname of _Trompe-la-Mort_, and caught the\ncelebrated chief detective's \"_Done!_\"","\"Well, now,\" Mlle. Michonneau went on, \"make it three thousand francs if\nhe is Trompe-la-Mort, and nothing at all if he is an ordinary man.\"","\"But if his Excellency the Minister of Police is certain that M.\nVautrin is this _Trompe-la-Mort_, why should he want me?\" asked Mlle.\nMichonneau.","hands; it mounts up to something considerable, by all that we can\nmake out. Trompe-la-Mort not only holds large sums for his friends the","\"Certainty is not the word; he only suspects. You will soon understand\nhow things are. Jacques Collin, nicknamed _Trompe-la-Mort_, is in the","\"Then you haven't heard the news?\" said Eugene. \"Vautrin was an escaped\nconvict; they have just arrested him; and young Taillefer is dead.\"","\"Let us play those wretches a trick,\" said he. \"Go to the cemetery, buy\na grave for five years at Pere-Lachaise, and arrange with the Church and","\"This so-called Vautrin,\" said the detective, \"receives the money\nbelonging to my lords the convicts, invests it for them, and holds it at","ruin. Bianchon, flustered with wine, forgot to open the subject of\nTrompe-la-Mort with Mlle. Michonneau. The mere mention of the name would","des Orfevres. Down yonder they will all turn themselves inside out to\nhelp their general--their good Trompe-la-Mort--to get clear away. Is","army of blackguards in his pay who wage incessant war against society.\nIf we can catch Trompe-la-Mort, and take possession of his funds,","\"Who is there?\" cried Mme. Vauquer out of her bedroom window.\n\n\"I, Mme. Vauquer,\" answered Vautrin's deep bass voice. \"I am coming in.\"","have set Vautrin on his guard; for Vautrin, or, to give him his real\nname, Jacques Collin, was in fact the notorious escaped convict.","Mlle. Michonneau interposed at this point with, \"What is there to hinder\nTrompe-la-Mort from making off with the money?\""],["\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","\"Then they think that I am ruined!\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\njealousy and desperation. \"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a","\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\" cried\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\nupright as Eugene went out.","\"What sort of things?\" asked Goriot. \"This is like to be the death of\nme. My poor head will not stand a double misfortune.\"","most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the","Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most","insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the","\"Nothing, nothing,\" said Goriot; \"it will go off. There is something\nheavy pressing on my forehead, a little headache.... Ah! poor Nasie,\nwhat a life lies before her!\"","\"Monsieur le Comte,\" said Rastignac, \"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","He seemed to grow drowsy with exhaustion, and lay quietly for a long\ntime. Christophe came back; and Rastignac, thinking that Goriot was\nasleep, allowed the man to give his story aloud.","\"Aha!\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \"Father Goriot has broken\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the","and anxious; and this was so well known, that one day a competitor, who\nwished to get rid of him to secure the field to himself, told Goriot","\"_Poor child!_\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his","Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the","Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe, the gorgeous\noutfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing. Mme. Vauquer's","Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\nlikewise appeared.","finished his soup, so that when Goriot had pushed back his cap from his\neyes his spoon encountered the table. Every one burst out laughing. \"You","Goriot went on with his breakfast, but seemed unconscious of what he was\ndoing. He had never looked more stupid nor more taken up with his own\nthoughts than he did at that moment.","Goriot was silent for a moment; it seemed to require his whole strength\nto endure the pain.\n\n\"If they were here, I should not complain,\" he said. \"So why should I\ncomplain now?\""],["\"Your mother has broken up her jewels for you,\" he said to himself;\n\"your aunt shed tears over those relics of hers before she sold them","\"That is not all, father,\" said Anastasie in Goriot's ear. The old man\ngave a startled shudder. \"The diamonds only sold for a hundred thousand","fellow, it is all over with us.\" Anastasie understood the glance that M.\nde Trailles gave her. With a woman's admirable tact, she began to smile\nand said:","and death, of the price that had been paid for Anastasie's golden\nembroideries. Delphine cried.","\"Oh, she was very miserable,\" he answered, gathering up all his strength\nto speak. \"It was this way, my boy. Since that affair of the diamonds,","Nasie has not had a penny of her own. For this ball she had ordered a\ngolden gown like a setting for a jewel. Her mantuamaker, a woman without","\"Sell some of your ornaments,\" he wrote hastily in the porter's room,\n\"so that your father may be decently laid in his last resting-place.\"","of gold, and ablaze with diamonds, to draw all eyes upon her; and I will\nnot be outshone. She has tried to eclipse me all her life, she has never","Restaud's manner had told him that his errand was a fruitless one; he\nsaw that Anastasie had no longer any liberty of action. He came away","\"I found the money, father, by selling what was not mine to sell,\" and\nthe Countess burst into tears.\n\nDelphine was touched; she laid her head on her sister's shoulder, and\ncried too.","with a secure income of seven or eight thousand livres, the owner of\nsuch magnificent plate and jewelry handsome enough for a kept mistress,\nshould be living in her house. Why should he devote so small a","\"There, be quick and pawn it. I do not want to stop on the way to the\nRue du Helder; there is not a moment to lose, I am afraid, and I must","infatuated with Mlle. Anastasie and her flour sacks. Oh! he will not\nfind her a good bargain! She is in M. de Trailles' hands, and he will\nruin her.\"","diamonds to a Jew--the beautiful diamonds that belonged to her husband's\nmother, Mme. de Restaud the elder,--you have seen her wearing them. In","determined that she shall go and wear the diamonds, so as to contradict\nthe stories that are told all over Paris. How can she go to that","called Anastasie de Restaud, and she lives in the Rue du Helder.\"","\"Oh, father, have you heard about Anastasie?\" said Delphine, when she\nheard her sister speak. \"It looks as though some strange things had\nhappened in that family.\"","\"Then,\" the Countess resumed, \"there was a pause, and he looked at me.\n'Anastasie,' he said, 'I will bury this in silence; there shall be no","\"Then it is all true,\" she said.\n\nAnastasie bowed her head, Mme. de Nucingen flung her arms about her,\nkissed her tenderly, and held her sister to her heart.","husband's eyes. The sight of her was scarcely calculated to lighten\nRastignac's sad thoughts; through the blaze of those diamonds he seemed"],["\"Oh, father, have you heard about Anastasie?\" said Delphine, when she\nheard her sister speak. \"It looks as though some strange things had\nhappened in that family.\"","and death, of the price that had been paid for Anastasie's golden\nembroideries. Delphine cried.","himself, and found all his happiness in satisfying the whims of the two\ngirls. The best masters were engaged, that Anastasie and Delphine\nmight be endowed with all the accomplishments which distinguish a good","Nasie, and be nice to her, Delphine; promise it to your poor father\nbefore he dies,\" he asked, holding Delphine's hand in a convulsive\nclasp.","fellow, it is all over with us.\" Anastasie understood the glance that M.\nde Trailles gave her. With a woman's admirable tact, she began to smile\nand said:","the token that recalled the days when Delphine and Anastasie were\ninnocent little maidens, before they began \"to think for themselves,\" as\nhe had moaned out in his agony.","called Anastasie de Restaud, and she lives in the Rue du Helder.\"","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","\"Dear child!\" he said. \"Yes, yes, she is very fond of me. But you must\nnot believe all that she tells you about Anastasie. The two sisters are","\"I found the money, father, by selling what was not mine to sell,\" and\nthe Countess burst into tears.\n\nDelphine was touched; she laid her head on her sister's shoulder, and\ncried too.","has left her for the Princesse Galathionne. For my part, I fell in love\nwith Mme. Delphine this evening.\"","\"Anastasie!\" the Count called again to his wife.\n\n\"Poor Maxime!\" she said, addressing the young man. \"Come, we must resign\nourselves. This evening----\"","Delphine! she is kinder to the old man; she is worthy to be loved. Ah!\nthis evening I shall be very happy!\"","Restaud's manner had told him that his errand was a fruitless one; he\nsaw that Anastasie had no longer any liberty of action. He came away","her name is Delphine, is it not? Isn't she a fair-haired woman who has\na side-box at the Opera? She comes sometimes to the Bouffons, and laughs","\"Delphine,\" she said, with a white face, and her whole frame quivering\nwith indignation, anger, and rage, \"I forgave you everything; God is my","\"Yes, there was,\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\n\n\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\" he said to himself.","Eugene was soon claimed by Delphine. She was delighted by the impression\nthat she had made, and eager to lay at her lover's feet the homage\nshe had received in this new world in which she hoped to live and move\nhenceforth.","\"_Delphine!_\" cried the Countess, stepping towards her sister.\n\n\"I shall tell you the truth about yourself if you begin to slander me,\"\nsaid the Baroness coldly.","\"Nasie,\" cried Delphine, flinging her arms round her sister, \"my little\nNasie, let us forget and forgive.\"\n\n\"No, no,\" cried Nasie; \"I shall never forget!\""],["arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants","round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","to give them their most extravagant desires, and asked nothing of them\nin return but a kiss. Goriot had raised the two girls to the level of","The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's","As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on","A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\" said Father Goriot when they\nwere alone. \"They are going to a grand ball.\"","Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.","Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the","had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the","The cab stopped in the Rue d'Artois. Father Goriot stepped out first and\nflung ten francs to the man with the recklessness of a widower returning\nto bachelor ways.","\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \"do you want me","A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \"They","Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,","\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\ndined at our table,\" cried Rastignac.\n\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.","\"Aha!\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \"Father Goriot has broken\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the","\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\" cried\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\nupright as Eugene went out.","\"Really, young man!\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\n\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were"],["Several days went by, and Rastignac lived in a whirl of gaiety. He dined\nalmost every day with Mme. de Nucingen, and went wherever she went, only","watched at the foot. Rastignac made inquiries of this latter as to the\nexpenses of the funeral, and wrote to the Baron de Nucingen and the","\"Henceforth there is war between us.\"\n\nAnd by way of throwing down the glove to Society, Rastignac went to dine\nwith Mme. de Nucingen.","Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the","Rastignac was left alone with the old man. He sat at the foot of the\nbed, and gazed at the face before him, so horribly changed that it was\nshocking to see.","\"Come and dine with us,\" said the Countess, leaving Eugene and her\nhusband together once more. She followed Maxime into the little\ndrawing-room, where they sat together sufficiently long to feel sure\nthat Rastignac had taken his leave.","Dinner was announced. Rastignac gave his arm to Mme. de Nucingen, she\nled the way into a pretty dining-room, and again he saw the luxury of\nthe table which he had admired in his cousin's house.","The next day Rastignac dressed himself very elegantly, and about three\no'clock in the afternoon went to call on Mme. de Restaud. On the way","\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\ndined at our table,\" cried Rastignac.\n\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.","Rastignac and Christophe and the two undertaker's men were the only\nfollowers of the funeral. The Church of Saint-Etienne du Mont was only a","had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the","\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\" said Rastignac; \"that scoundrel Vautrin\nhas dropped down like one dead.\"","The terrible cry brought Sylvie, Rastignac, and Bianchon; Mme.\nde Restaud had fainted away. When she recovered they carried her","Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left","disappeared at once. The two grave diggers flung in several spadefuls of\nearth, and then stopped and asked Rastignac for their fee. Eugene","As they entered the dining-room, Eugene de Rastignac was talking apart\nwith Mlle. Taillefer; the conversation appeared to be of such thrilling","the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he","be; but every one tried to comfort and cheer her. At first the dinner\ncontingent, as was natural, talked about Vautrin and the day's events;","The next day Rastignac went at the appointed time to Mme. de Beauseant,\nwho took him with her to the Duchesse de Carigliano's ball. The","At two o'clock in the afternoon Bianchon came to wake Rastignac, and\nbegged him to take charge of Goriot, who had grown worse as the day wore\non. The medical student was obliged to go out."],["Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most","\"My dear Monsieur Eugene,\" she said, when he had spoken, \"you know quite\nas well as I do that Father Goriot has not a brass farthing left. If you","\"M. Goriot must be awfully rich, all the same, madame,\" she reported\non her return, \"to keep her in such style. Just imagine it! There was a","Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe, the gorgeous\noutfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing. Mme. Vauquer's","that he was rich till the peril of being rich was over, and all his\nintelligence was concentrated, not on political, but on commercial\nspeculations. Goriot was an authority second to none on all questions","\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on","most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the","In the days before the Revolution, Jean-Joachim Goriot was simply a\nworkman in the employ of a vermicelli maker. He was a skilful, thrifty","\"Then, M. Goriot sitting there is the father of a countess,\" said Mme.\nVauquer in a low voice.\n\n\"And of a baroness,\" answered Rastignac.","\"And, after all,\" said Christophe, \"what do they give you? A miserable\nfive-franc piece. There is Father Goriot, who has cleaned his shoes","\"_Poor child!_\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his","life (they called him Monsieur Goriot very respectfully then) that gave\nMme. Vauquer the meanest opinion of his business abilities; she looked\non him as an imbecile where money was concerned.","The thrifty frugality necessary to those who mean to make their way in\nthe world had become an inveterate habit of life with M. Goriot. Soup,","What had brought about this decline and fall? Conjecture was keen, but\ninvestigation was difficult. Father Goriot was not communicative; in","\"Then they think that I am ruined!\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\njealousy and desperation. \"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a","In the year 1813, at the age of sixty-nine or thereabouts, \"Father\nGoriot\" had sold his business and retired--to Mme. Vauquer's boarding","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,","and anxious; and this was so well known, that one day a competitor, who\nwished to get rid of him to secure the field to himself, told Goriot"],["Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all","\"What can Mlle. Victorine be guilty of?\" demanded Poiret.\n\n\"Guilty of falling in love with M. Eugene de Rastignac and going further\nand further without knowing exactly where she is going, poor innocent!\"","\"And what was that you said?\"\n\n\"She is in love with you already, your little Baronne de Rastignac!\"\n\n\"She has not a penny,\" Eugene continued, much mystified.","loved and she was loved; at any rate, she believed that she was loved;\nand what woman would not likewise have believed after seeing Rastignac's","in the pleasure and excitement of the young people, and seemed to be not\nthe least happy of the three. He loved Rastignac already for his own as\nwell as for his daughter's sake.","\"Listen,\" said Rastignac; \"if you are in trouble, you ought to tell me\nabout it. I want to prove to you that I love you for yourself alone. You","\"Ah! my friend!...\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's","\"Yes, there was,\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\n\n\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\" he said to himself.","\"M. de Rastignac is incapable of ruining the woman he loves, dear.\"\n\n\"Thanks! Delphine. I thought you would have been kinder to me in my\ntroubles, but you never did love me.\"","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","has left her for the Princesse Galathionne. For my part, I fell in love\nwith Mme. Delphine this evening.\"","the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he","love is extinct, doomed to perish by modern dandyism. But for Rastignac,\nMme. Anastasie de Restaud was the woman for whom he had sighed. He had","Rastignac went home. He was fascinated by Mme. de Nucingen; he seemed to\nsee her before him, slender and graceful as a swallow. He recalled the","\"So there is to be an engagement of marriage between M. le Chevalier\nEugene de Rastignac and Mlle. Victorine Taillefer, is there?\" The words","\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\" cried Goriot; \"she was saying so only\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\"","\"Two intimate friends!\" said Rastignac to himself. \"Henceforward I shall\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\"","\"Oh! why did you tell her?\" cried Rastignac.\n\n\"Eugene,\" Delphine said in his ear, \"I have one regret now this evening.\nAh! how I will love you! and for ever!\"","all his being to her uses. Rastignac and Delphine found each other at\na crisis in their lives when their union gave them the most poignant","for the pleasure she had brought as her dower; and Delphine loved\nRastignac as Tantalus would have loved some angel who had satisfied his"],["Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the","\"Good friends make short reckonings,\" echoed Poiret, with a glance at\nVautrin.\n\n\"Here is your franc,\" said Rastignac, holding out the coin to the sphinx\nin the black wig.","\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\" she cried, interrupting herself,","\"Leave him to me for a bit,\" said Rastignac. \"I will make him confess;\nhe will tell me all about it.\"","\"You really might be sorry to see me still alive,\" said Vautrin in\nRastignac's ear, thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts. \"You\nmust be mighty sure of yourself.\"","\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\" said Rastignac; \"that scoundrel Vautrin\nhas dropped down like one dead.\"","Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left","Vautrin began to smile. Though the drug he had taken was doing its work,\nthe convict was so vigorous that he rose to his feet, gave Rastignac a","\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\" Vautrin continued. \"I\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set","\"_Monsieur_ Vautrin, I am not a marquis, and my name is not\nRastignacorama.\"\n\n\"They will fight,\" said Mlle. Michonneau, in an indifferent tone.","\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\"\nVautrin went on. \"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep","\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" said Vautrin. \"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\"","\"Very well, then, if you really must have an arm, take that of M. de\nRastignac.\"\n\nThe Vicomtess turned to Eugene with a smile.","\"Well, then, M. de Rastignac, deal with the world as it deserves. You\nare determined to succeed? I will help you. You shall sound the depths","obligation to me, eh? You need not draw back on that account,\" Vautrin\nwent on, and a smile stole over his lips. \"Take these bits of paper","\"Do you know, Monsieur le Marquis de Rastignacorama, that what you were\nsaying just now was not exactly polite?\" Vautrin remarked, as he rattled","\"Listen,\" said Rastignac; \"if you are in trouble, you ought to tell me\nabout it. I want to prove to you that I love you for yourself alone. You","\"Well?\" cried Goriot, as Rastignac passed by his door.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Eugene; \"I will tell you everything to-morrow.\"","\"How do you feel now, dear Father Goriot?\" asked Rastignac.\n\n\"I should like to go to sleep,\" he replied.","\"Monsieur le Comte,\" said Rastignac, \"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter."],["\"Oh! monsieur,\" cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, \"why\ndo you want to kill M. Eugene?\"\n\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.","\"Oh! sir,\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \"if you know of any way","\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\" she cried, interrupting herself,","\"Well, mademoiselle,\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \"you are\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\"\n\n\"A monster!\" said Mme. Couture.","\"It would be very hard if my fortune is to cost some one else his life,\"\nsaid Victorine. \"If I cannot be happy unless my brother is to be taken\nout of the world, I would rather stay here all my life.\"","\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\" said the girl. \"Just take M. Eugene. I\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of","a quarrel with a scamp that will not send so much as five francs to his\nsister, poor girl, and\" (here Vautrin rose to his feet and stood like a","\"Then stop and take care of him,\" returned Vautrin. \"'Tis your duty as\na meek and obedient wife,\" he whispered in her ear. \"The young fellow","\"We are forbidden to go to the play,\" answered Victorine.\n\n\"Just look, those two yonder have dropped off where they sit,\" said\nVautrin, shaking the heads of the two sleepers in a comical way.","Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \"If you are going to champion Father","\"The thing is arranged,\" Vautrin said to Eugene, who remained. \"Our two\ndandies have fallen out. Everything was done in proper form. It is","That morning Mme. de Nucingen had driven Eugene to despair. In his own\nmind he had completely surrendered himself to Vautrin, and deliberately","\"You really might be sorry to see me still alive,\" said Vautrin in\nRastignac's ear, thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts. \"You\nmust be mighty sure of yourself.\"","\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\"\nVautrin went on. \"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep","\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\" Vautrin continued. \"I\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set","\"Just as you please, my fine fellow; I did think you were so\nweak-minded,\" said Vautrin, \"I shall say no more about it. One last","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","\"Good-bye, little ones!\" said Vautrin, turning to Eugene and Victorine.\n\"Bless you both!\" and he laid a hand on either head. \"Take my word for","\"Poor young fellow!\" exclaimed Vautrin. \"How can people brawl when they\nhave a certain income of thirty thousand livres? Young people have bad\nmanners, and that is a fact.\"","obligation to me, eh? You need not draw back on that account,\" Vautrin\nwent on, and a smile stole over his lips. \"Take these bits of paper"],["have set Vautrin on his guard; for Vautrin, or, to give him his real\nname, Jacques Collin, was in fact the notorious escaped convict.","\"This so-called Vautrin,\" said the detective, \"receives the money\nbelonging to my lords the convicts, invests it for them, and holds it at","\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\" she cried, interrupting herself,","\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\"\nVautrin went on. \"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep","\"Look at the old wretch,\" said Mme. Vauquer, speaking to Vautrin; \"how\nhis eyes light up!\"","\"There's that poor M. Vautrin that they made out to be a convict,\" the\nwidow went on. \"Well, you know that is too much for me, Sylvie; I","\"You are very dull, my lord Marquis,\" said Vautrin, with one of the\nshrewd glances that seem to read the innermost secrets of another mind.","\"Who the devil could have told you her name, M. Vautrin?\" asked Eugene.","\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\" said the girl. \"Just take M. Eugene. I\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of","Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \"If you are going to champion Father","\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\" Vautrin continued. \"I\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set","\"Who is there?\" cried Mme. Vauquer out of her bedroom window.\n\n\"I, Mme. Vauquer,\" answered Vautrin's deep bass voice. \"I am coming in.\"","\"So there is a Divine Justice!\" said Eugene.\n\n\"Well, if ever! What has come to that poor dear M. Vautrin?\"\n\n\"A stroke!\" cried Mlle. Michonneau.","\"Well, mademoiselle,\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \"you are\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\"\n\n\"A monster!\" said Mme. Couture.","\"'Oh woman, persecuted and injured innocent!'\" exclaimed Vautrin,\nbreaking in upon her. \"So that is how you are, is it? In a few days'","that he is! You don't catch him napping. Then M. Vautrin is a man of\nconsequence, who transacts a good deal of business.\"","\"Very well, his Excellency is at this moment absolutely certain that the\nso-called Vautrin, who lodges at the Maison Vauquer, is a convict","\"Aha! there you are!\" answered Vautrin. \"Old Father Goriot there knew it\nquite well! and why should I not know it too?\"\n\n\"M. Goriot?\" the student cried.","of a black wig and dyed whiskers, who gave out that he was a retired\nmerchant, and was addressed as M. Vautrin. Two of the four rooms on","\"Then you haven't heard the news?\" said Eugene. \"Vautrin was an escaped\nconvict; they have just arrested him; and young Taillefer is dead.\""],["\"Oh! monsieur,\" cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, \"why\ndo you want to kill M. Eugene?\"\n\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.","\"Well, mademoiselle,\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \"you are\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\"\n\n\"A monster!\" said Mme. Couture.","\"Oh! sir,\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \"if you know of any way","\"What can Mlle. Victorine be guilty of?\" demanded Poiret.\n\n\"Guilty of falling in love with M. Eugene de Rastignac and going further\nand further without knowing exactly where she is going, poor innocent!\"","\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\" said the girl. \"Just take M. Eugene. I\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of","\"So there is to be an engagement of marriage between M. le Chevalier\nEugene de Rastignac and Mlle. Victorine Taillefer, is there?\" The words","Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all","\"You really might be sorry to see me still alive,\" said Vautrin in\nRastignac's ear, thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts. \"You\nmust be mighty sure of yourself.\"","\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\" said Rastignac; \"that scoundrel Vautrin\nhas dropped down like one dead.\"","Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the","\"Why didn't I?\" she asked. \"Why, it wants thinking over. Suppose that M.\nVautrin is this Trompe-la-Mort, perhaps we might do better for ourselves","\"Very well, then, if you really must have an arm, take that of M. de\nRastignac.\"\n\nThe Vicomtess turned to Eugene with a smile.","\"Ah! my friend!...\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's","\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\" she cried, interrupting herself,","Vautrin began to smile. Though the drug he had taken was doing its work,\nthe convict was so vigorous that he rose to his feet, gave Rastignac a","\"Good friends make short reckonings,\" echoed Poiret, with a glance at\nVautrin.\n\n\"Here is your franc,\" said Rastignac, holding out the coin to the sphinx\nin the black wig.","Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left","\"Oh! why did you tell her?\" cried Rastignac.\n\n\"Eugene,\" Delphine said in his ear, \"I have one regret now this evening.\nAh! how I will love you! and for ever!\"","\"Two intimate friends!\" said Rastignac to himself. \"Henceforward I shall\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\"","\"Oh! mamma dear, suppose it should really happen as that kind M. Vautrin\nsaid!\" said Victorine with a sigh as she looked at her hands. The two\nwomen were alone together."],["\"Trompe-la-Mort?\" said Pioret. \"Dear me, he is very lucky if he deserves\nthat nickname.\"","\"Mlle. Michonneau was talking the day before yesterday about a gentleman\nnamed _Trompe-la-Mort_,\" said Bianchon; \"and, upon my word, that name\nwould do very well for you.\"","Bianchon, on his way back from Cuvier's lecture, overheard the\nsufficiently striking nickname of _Trompe-la-Mort_, and caught the\ncelebrated chief detective's \"_Done!_\"","\"Trompe-la-Mort would not let a woman come near him,\" said the\ndetective. \"I will tell you a secret--he does not like them.\"","hands; it mounts up to something considerable, by all that we can\nmake out. Trompe-la-Mort not only holds large sums for his friends the","\"Well, now,\" Mlle. Michonneau went on, \"make it three thousand francs if\nhe is Trompe-la-Mort, and nothing at all if he is an ordinary man.\"","who escaped from penal servitude at Toulon, where he is known by the\nnickname _Trompe-la-Mort_.\"","known as Trompe-la-Mort, condemned to twenty years' penal servitude, and\nI have just proved that I have come fairly by my nickname.--If I had","des Orfevres. Down yonder they will all turn themselves inside out to\nhelp their general--their good Trompe-la-Mort--to get clear away. Is","\"Let us play those wretches a trick,\" said he. \"Go to the cemetery, buy\na grave for five years at Pere-Lachaise, and arrange with the Church and","\"Why didn't I?\" she asked. \"Why, it wants thinking over. Suppose that M.\nVautrin is this Trompe-la-Mort, perhaps we might do better for ourselves","ruin. Bianchon, flustered with wine, forgot to open the subject of\nTrompe-la-Mort with Mlle. Michonneau. The mere mention of the name would","\"Well,\" remarked the painter, as he joined them, \"it seems that there is\nto be a death-orama upstairs.\"\n\n\"Charles, I think you might find something less painful to joke about,\"\nsaid Eugene.","\"But if his Excellency the Minister of Police is certain that M.\nVautrin is this _Trompe-la-Mort_, why should he want me?\" asked Mlle.\nMichonneau.","soldiers rang on the cobblestones under the window. All chance of\nsalvation by flight was cut off for Trompe-la-Mort, to whom all eyes","Mlle. Michonneau interposed at this point with, \"What is there to hinder\nTrompe-la-Mort from making off with the money?\"","\"Ha! ha! do you see the pun, mademoiselle?\" asked Poiret. \"This\ngentleman calls himself a _man of mark_ because he is a _marked\nman_--branded, you know.\"","\"Certainty is not the word; he only suspects. You will soon understand\nhow things are. Jacques Collin, nicknamed _Trompe-la-Mort_, is in the","Mlle. Michonneau gave Vautrin a quick glance at these words. They seemed\nto be like the sound of a trumpet to a trooper's horse. \"Aha!\" said","the world. A moment later the widow shows her face; she is tricked out\nin a net cap attached to a false front set on awry, and shuffles into"],["A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time","\"So you have seen my daughter?\" Goriot spoke tremulously, and the sound\nof his voice broke in upon Eugene's dreams. The young man took the\nelder's hand, and looked at him with something like kindness in his\neyes.","\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \"do you want me","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the","At two o'clock in the afternoon Bianchon came to wake Rastignac, and\nbegged him to take charge of Goriot, who had grown worse as the day wore\non. The medical student was obliged to go out.","\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\" cried\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\nupright as Eugene went out.","\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\" she\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\nvery pretty.\"","The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's","\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\ndined at our table,\" cried Rastignac.\n\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.","\"Yes, there was,\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\n\n\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\" he said to himself.","\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\" demanded Rastignac.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Father Goriot.","\"Then Christophe was too late, and she must have gone to him!\" cried\nGoriot, with anguish in his voice.","When Eugene reached the lodging-house, he found Father Goriot waiting\nfor him.\n\n\"Here,\" cried the old man, \"here is a letter from her. Pretty\nhandwriting, eh?\"","A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \"They","\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\" cried Goriot; \"she was saying so only\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\"","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","\"Aha!\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \"Father Goriot has broken\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the","\"Really, young man!\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\n\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were","Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\nlikewise appeared."],["arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants","round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was","fell on Father Goriot's grave, Eugene Rastignac's youth ended. He folded\nhis arms and gazed at the clouded sky; and Christophe, after a glance at","Rastignac and Christophe and the two undertaker's men were the only\nfollowers of the funeral. The Church of Saint-Etienne du Mont was only a","Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.","A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \"They","Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.","watched at the foot. Rastignac made inquiries of this latter as to the\nexpenses of the funeral, and wrote to the Baron de Nucingen and the","Father Goriot found himself without an audience, for Mme. de Nucingen\nhad led Rastignac into the study; he heard a kiss given and taken, low\nthough the sound was.","At two o'clock in the afternoon Bianchon came to wake Rastignac, and\nbegged him to take charge of Goriot, who had grown worse as the day wore\non. The medical student was obliged to go out.","This was all the information which Rastignac gained from a M. Muret\nwho had purchased Goriot's business, information which confirmed","\"Did they enjoy themselves?\" It was Father Goriot who spoke. He had\nrecognized Eugene.","\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\" said Father Goriot when they\nwere alone. \"They are going to a grand ball.\"","\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\" demanded Rastignac.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Father Goriot.","Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\nlikewise appeared.","Nucingen was there to glorify it all by her presence. It was four\no'clock before they thought of Goriot, and of how he had looked forward","Vautrin, Father Goriot, and Rastignac came downstairs in company, and,\nall three of them being late, were obliged to sit together.","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","For three months from that day Mme. Veuve Vauquer availed herself of\nthe services of M. Goriot's coiffeur, and went to some expense over her","\"Yes,\" echoed Poiret; \"you must go and call on Mme. de Restaud.\"\n\n\"And perhaps you will find Father Goriot there, who will take payment\nfor the assistance he politely rendered.\""],["arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants","to give them their most extravagant desires, and asked nothing of them\nin return but a kiss. Goriot had raised the two girls to the level of","As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on","round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was","had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the","\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.","\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\" said Father\nGoriot. \"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\"","Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.","A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time","The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's","Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the","Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,","A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \"They","\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\" said Father Goriot when they\nwere alone. \"They are going to a grand ball.\"","to see the wretched pallet-bed on which Father Goriot was lying. The\nVicomtesse misread his melancholy; she withdrew her hand from his arm.","\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \"do you want me","Eugene went to the chimney-piece and found the little plait of faded\ngolden hair--Mme. Goriot's hair, no doubt. He read the name on the","\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\" cried\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\nupright as Eugene went out.","Nucingen was there to glorify it all by her presence. It was four\no'clock before they thought of Goriot, and of how he had looked forward","\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\" she\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\nvery pretty.\""]],"string":"[\n [\n \"\\\"Oh! monsieur,\\\" cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, \\\"why\\ndo you want to kill M. Eugene?\\\"\\n\\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.\",\n \"\\\"It would be very hard if my fortune is to cost some one else his life,\\\"\\nsaid Victorine. \\\"If I cannot be happy unless my brother is to be taken\\nout of the world, I would rather stay here all my life.\\\"\",\n \"Taillefer's inheritance with the point of his sword. Victorine will come\\nin for her brother's money, a snug fifteen thousand francs a year. I\",\n \"Victorine and her brother. There might be only ten of them, but they\\nmade noise enough for twenty; indeed, there seemed to be more of them\\nthan usual; that was the only difference between yesterday and to-day.\",\n \"\\\"The thing is arranged,\\\" Vautrin said to Eugene, who remained. \\\"Our two\\ndandies have fallen out. Everything was done in proper form. It is\",\n \"\\\"We are forbidden to go to the play,\\\" answered Victorine.\\n\\n\\\"Just look, those two yonder have dropped off where they sit,\\\" said\\nVautrin, shaking the heads of the two sleepers in a comical way.\",\n \"Mme. Couture laid her hand on the arm of her ward, and drew the girl\\naway, as she said in her ear:\\n\\n\\\"Why, Victorine, I cannot imagine what has come over you this morning.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Well, mademoiselle,\\\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \\\"you are\\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"A monster!\\\" said Mme. Couture.\",\n \"\\\"Oh! sir,\\\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \\\"if you know of any way\",\n \"the Old Guard, and the Count put a couple of inches of steel into his\\nforehead. And here is little Victorine one of the richest heiresses in\",\n \"\\\"I am talking about Mlle. Victorine,\\\" said Mlle, Michonneau, as she\\nentered Poiret's room with an absent air, \\\"and you answer, 'Mme. Morin.'\\nWho may Mme. Morin be?\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Madame, I shall never marry Mlle. Victorine,\\\" said Eugene, turning to\\nMme. Vauquer with an expression of terror and loathing that surprised\\nthe onlookers at this scene.\",\n \"\\\"I will murder that man,\\\" said Goriot quietly. \\\"But he has only one\\nlife, and he deserves to die twice.--And then, what next?\\\" he added,\\nlooking at Anastasie.\",\n \"\\\"Then you haven't heard the news?\\\" said Eugene. \\\"Vautrin was an escaped\\nconvict; they have just arrested him; and young Taillefer is dead.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"Victorine is gentle and amiable; she will soon twist her father round\\nher fingers, and set his head spinning like a German top by plying him\\nwith sentiment! She will be too much touched by your devotion to\",\n \"\\\"Good-bye, little ones!\\\" said Vautrin, turning to Eugene and Victorine.\\n\\\"Bless you both!\\\" and he laid a hand on either head. \\\"Take my word for\",\n \"will kill him. To think that my Delphine is his\\\"--he heaved a sigh--\\\"it\\nis enough to make me murder him, but it would not be manslaughter to\",\n \"\\\"Let us play those wretches a trick,\\\" said he. \\\"Go to the cemetery, buy\\na grave for five years at Pere-Lachaise, and arrange with the Church and\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Come along upstairs,\\\" he said to Rastignac. They crossed a courtyard,\\nand climbed up to the third floor of a new and handsome house. There\",\n \"the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he\",\n \"Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the\",\n \"The next day Rastignac dressed himself very elegantly, and about three\\no'clock in the afternoon went to call on Mme. de Restaud. On the way\",\n \"The world lay before him. His tailor had been summoned and sounded, and\\nhad finally surrendered. When Rastignac met M. de Trailles, he had seen\",\n \"\\\"Ah! my friend!...\\\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's\",\n \"Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all\",\n \"\\\"Good friends make short reckonings,\\\" echoed Poiret, with a glance at\\nVautrin.\\n\\n\\\"Here is your franc,\\\" said Rastignac, holding out the coin to the sphinx\\nin the black wig.\",\n \"\\\"Madame,\\\" said the Marquis, \\\"I have the honor of presenting to you the\\nChevalier Eugene de Rastignac; he is a cousin of Mme. de Beauseant's.\",\n \"\\\"Do you know, Monsieur le Marquis de Rastignacorama, that what you were\\nsaying just now was not exactly polite?\\\" Vautrin remarked, as he rattled\",\n \"\\\"Monsieur le Comte,\\\" said Rastignac, \\\"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.\",\n \"\\\"This gentleman,\\\" she continued, presenting Eugene to her husband,\\n\\\"is M. de Rastignac; he is related to Mme. la Vicomtesse de Beauseant\",\n \"Dinner was announced. Rastignac gave his arm to Mme. de Nucingen, she\\nled the way into a pretty dining-room, and again he saw the luxury of\\nthe table which he had admired in his cousin's house.\",\n \"Mme. de Beauseant turned to Rastignac. \\\"What was the blunder that you\\nmade, monsieur?\\\" she asked. \\\"The poor boy is only just launched into the\",\n \"Several days went by, and Rastignac lived in a whirl of gaiety. He dined\\nalmost every day with Mme. de Nucingen, and went wherever she went, only\",\n \"Langeais, a general as simple as a child; from him Rastignac learned\\nthat the Comtesse lived in the Rue du Helder.\",\n \"\\\"Poor young fellow!\\\" exclaimed Vautrin. \\\"How can people brawl when they\\nhave a certain income of thirty thousand livres? Young people have bad\\nmanners, and that is a fact.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Your credit is good,\\\" he remarked, eyeing the student, and Rastignac\\nwas forced to thank him, though, since the sharp encounter of wits at\",\n \"\\\"Two intimate friends!\\\" said Rastignac to himself. \\\"Henceforward I shall\\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\\\"\",\n \"Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left\"\n ],\n [\n \"fellow, it is all over with us.\\\" Anastasie understood the glance that M.\\nde Trailles gave her. With a woman's admirable tact, she began to smile\\nand said:\",\n \"Restaud's manner had told him that his errand was a fruitless one; he\\nsaw that Anastasie had no longer any liberty of action. He came away\",\n \"infatuated with Mlle. Anastasie and her flour sacks. Oh! he will not\\nfind her a good bargain! She is in M. de Trailles' hands, and he will\\nruin her.\\\"\",\n \"and death, of the price that had been paid for Anastasie's golden\\nembroideries. Delphine cried.\",\n \"\\\"Then it is all true,\\\" she said.\\n\\nAnastasie bowed her head, Mme. de Nucingen flung her arms about her,\\nkissed her tenderly, and held her sister to her heart.\",\n \"\\\"Dear child!\\\" he said. \\\"Yes, yes, she is very fond of me. But you must\\nnot believe all that she tells you about Anastasie. The two sisters are\",\n \"The Comtesse Anastasie de Restaud was tall and gracefully made; she\\nhad one of the prettiest figures in Paris. Imagine a pair of great dark\",\n \"himself, and found all his happiness in satisfying the whims of the two\\ngirls. The best masters were engaged, that Anastasie and Delphine\\nmight be endowed with all the accomplishments which distinguish a good\",\n \"\\\"Then,\\\" the Countess resumed, \\\"there was a pause, and he looked at me.\\n'Anastasie,' he said, 'I will bury this in silence; there shall be no\",\n \"called Anastasie de Restaud, and she lives in the Rue du Helder.\\\"\",\n \"He went to Delphine at once in his joy. He had procured this pleasure\\nfor her, and doubtless he would receive the price of it. Mme. de\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"I shall succeed, and I will pay her a hundredfold. There is nothing\\ncriminal in this _liaison_; nothing that could cause the most austere\",\n \"\\\"That is not all, father,\\\" said Anastasie in Goriot's ear. The old man\\ngave a startled shudder. \\\"The diamonds only sold for a hundred thousand\",\n \"\\\"To save Maxime's life,\\\" she said, \\\"to save all my own happiness, I\\nwent to the money-lender you know of, a man of iron forged in hell-fire;\",\n \"a conscience, would not give her credit, so Nasie's waiting-woman\\nadvanced a thousand francs on account. Poor Nasie! reduced to such\",\n \"and when the Comte de Restaud came to woo Anastasie for her beauty,\\nher social aspirations led her to leave her father's house for a more\",\n \"\\\"I found the money, father, by selling what was not mine to sell,\\\" and\\nthe Countess burst into tears.\\n\\nDelphine was touched; she laid her head on her sister's shoulder, and\\ncried too.\",\n \"respect. Ah! tonight, M. de Marsay will no longer have a right to think\\nof me as a woman whom he has paid.\\\" She tried to conceal her tears from\",\n \"for your sake. What right have you to heap execrations on Anastasie? You\\nhave followed her example; you have selfishly sacrificed others to your\"\n ],\n [\n \"A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time\",\n \"\\\"So you have seen my daughter?\\\" Goriot spoke tremulously, and the sound\\nof his voice broke in upon Eugene's dreams. The young man took the\\nelder's hand, and looked at him with something like kindness in his\\neyes.\",\n \"\\\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\\\" cried Goriot; \\\"she was saying so only\\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\\\"\",\n \"insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the\",\n \"When Eugene reached the lodging-house, he found Father Goriot waiting\\nfor him.\\n\\n\\\"Here,\\\" cried the old man, \\\"here is a letter from her. Pretty\\nhandwriting, eh?\\\"\",\n \"A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \\\"They\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"\\\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\\\" cried\\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\\nupright as Eugene went out.\",\n \"\\\"Monsieur le Comte,\\\" said Rastignac, \\\"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.\",\n \"\\\"Aha!\\\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \\\"Father Goriot has broken\\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\\\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \\\"do you want me\",\n \"\\\"Very well, but what business is it of ours?\\\" replied Father Goriot. \\\"I\\nam going to dine with my daughter in _your house_, do you understand?\\nShe is expecting you. Come!\\\"\",\n \"Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.\",\n \"\\\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\\\" she\\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \\\"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\\nvery pretty.\\\"\",\n \"It was midnight. Mme. de Nucingen's carriage was waiting for her, and\\nFather Goriot and the student walked back to the Maison Vauquer, talking\",\n \"\\\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\\ndined at our table,\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.\",\n \"\\\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\\\" demanded Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"Yes,\\\" said Father Goriot.\",\n \"\\\"Yes, there was,\\\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\\n\\n\\\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\\\" he said to himself.\",\n \"\\\"I shall always love you and never judge you, Nasie,\\\" she said.\\n\\n\\\"My angels,\\\" murmured Goriot faintly. \\\"Oh, why should it be trouble that\\ndraws you together?\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"have set Vautrin on his guard; for Vautrin, or, to give him his real\\nname, Jacques Collin, was in fact the notorious escaped convict.\",\n \"\\\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\\\" she cried, interrupting herself,\",\n \"\\\"Look at the old wretch,\\\" said Mme. Vauquer, speaking to Vautrin; \\\"how\\nhis eyes light up!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"But if his Excellency the Minister of Police is certain that M.\\nVautrin is this _Trompe-la-Mort_, why should he want me?\\\" asked Mlle.\\nMichonneau.\",\n \"\\\"Well, mademoiselle,\\\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \\\"you are\\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"A monster!\\\" said Mme. Couture.\",\n \"\\\"This so-called Vautrin,\\\" said the detective, \\\"receives the money\\nbelonging to my lords the convicts, invests it for them, and holds it at\",\n \"\\\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\\\"\\nVautrin went on. \\\"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep\",\n \"\\\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\\\" said the girl. \\\"Just take M. Eugene. I\\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of\",\n \"\\\"You are very dull, my lord Marquis,\\\" said Vautrin, with one of the\\nshrewd glances that seem to read the innermost secrets of another mind.\",\n \"\\\"There's that poor M. Vautrin that they made out to be a convict,\\\" the\\nwidow went on. \\\"Well, you know that is too much for me, Sylvie; I\",\n \"Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \\\"If you are going to champion Father\",\n \"\\\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\\\" Vautrin continued. \\\"I\\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set\",\n \"\\\"'Oh woman, persecuted and injured innocent!'\\\" exclaimed Vautrin,\\nbreaking in upon her. \\\"So that is how you are, is it? In a few days'\",\n \"\\\"Who the devil could have told you her name, M. Vautrin?\\\" asked Eugene.\",\n \"\\\"Good-bye, dear,\\\" said Mme. Vauquer to her lodger. \\\"Do you think that M.\\nVautrin means to run away with me?\\\" she added, lowering her voice.\",\n \"\\\"What is there inside it?\\\" said Vautrin, holding the letter up to the\\nlight. \\\"A banknote? No.\\\" He peered into the envelope. \\\"A receipted\",\n \"\\\"Very well, his Excellency is at this moment absolutely certain that the\\nso-called Vautrin, who lodges at the Maison Vauquer, is a convict\",\n \"\\\"Aha! there you are!\\\" answered Vautrin. \\\"Old Father Goriot there knew it\\nquite well! and why should I not know it too?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"M. Goriot?\\\" the student cried.\",\n \"\\\"Oh! sir,\\\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \\\"if you know of any way\",\n \"\\\"There, you have earned your three thousand francs very easily,\\\"\\nexclaimed Poiret, supporting Vautrin while Mlle. Michonneau slipped\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"What sort of things?\\\" asked Goriot. \\\"This is like to be the death of\\nme. My poor head will not stand a double misfortune.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"I will murder that man,\\\" said Goriot quietly. \\\"But he has only one\\nlife, and he deserves to die twice.--And then, what next?\\\" he added,\\nlooking at Anastasie.\",\n \"Eugene went to the head of the bed and supported the dying man, while\\nBianchon drew off his shirt; and then Goriot made a movement as if he\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"\\\"Nothing, nothing,\\\" said Goriot; \\\"it will go off. There is something\\nheavy pressing on my forehead, a little headache.... Ah! poor Nasie,\\nwhat a life lies before her!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Aha!\\\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \\\"Father Goriot has broken\\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the\",\n \"most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the\",\n \"insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the\",\n \"Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the\",\n \"Goriot stopped; the words died away in his throat.\\n\\n\\\"And then, dear, he asked something worse than death of me. Oh! heaven\\npreserve all other women from hearing such words as I heard then!\\\"\",\n \"A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \\\"They\",\n \"He seemed to grow drowsy with exhaustion, and lay quietly for a long\\ntime. Christophe came back; and Rastignac, thinking that Goriot was\\nasleep, allowed the man to give his story aloud.\",\n \"\\\"How do you feel now, dear Father Goriot?\\\" asked Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"I should like to go to sleep,\\\" he replied.\",\n \"\\\"Then they think that I am ruined!\\\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\\njealousy and desperation. \\\"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a\",\n \"Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most\",\n \"Father Goriot looked sadly at his handiwork, tears fell from his\\neyes, he blew out the dip which had served him for a light while he\\nmanipulated the silver, and Eugene heard him sigh as he lay down again.\",\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"tears, no doubt, had misled Goriot; for he gathered up all his remaining\\nstrength in a last effort, stretched out his hands, groped for the\",\n \"\\\"How? Who told him? I will kill him,\\\" cried Goriot.\",\n \"finished his soup, so that when Goriot had pushed back his cap from his\\neyes his spoon encountered the table. Every one burst out laughing. \\\"You\"\n ],\n [\n \"Vautrin, Father Goriot, and Rastignac came downstairs in company, and,\\nall three of them being late, were obliged to sit together.\",\n \"Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the\",\n \"The next morning, at breakfast, he related the story of his success for\\nthe benefit of Father Goriot and the lodgers. Vautrin began to smile in\\na diabolical fashion.\",\n \"Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\\nlikewise appeared.\",\n \"\\\"Monsieur le Comte,\\\" said Rastignac, \\\"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.\",\n \"The student stared hard at Vautrin. Father Goriot raised his head at the\\nwords, and gave the two speakers a glance so full of intelligence and\\nuneasiness that the lodgers beheld him with astonishment.\",\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"He seemed to grow drowsy with exhaustion, and lay quietly for a long\\ntime. Christophe came back; and Rastignac, thinking that Goriot was\\nasleep, allowed the man to give his story aloud.\",\n \"Father Goriot found himself without an audience, for Mme. de Nucingen\\nhad led Rastignac into the study; he heard a kiss given and taken, low\\nthough the sound was.\",\n \"It was midnight. Mme. de Nucingen's carriage was waiting for her, and\\nFather Goriot and the student walked back to the Maison Vauquer, talking\",\n \"Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.\",\n \"\\\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\\\" demanded Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"Yes,\\\" said Father Goriot.\",\n \"When Eugene reached the lodging-house, he found Father Goriot waiting\\nfor him.\\n\\n\\\"Here,\\\" cried the old man, \\\"here is a letter from her. Pretty\\nhandwriting, eh?\\\"\",\n \"his goods, saying that he would meet him in the Rue d'Artois at four\\no'clock; but Rastignac's name had been called early on the list at\",\n \"tested in the English fashion. He remembered Father Goriot's confidences\\nof the evening before; he recollected the rooms taken for him in the Rue\",\n \"Vautrin filled Eugene's glass and Goriot's likewise, then he\\ndeliberately poured out a few drops into his own glass, and sipped it\\nwhile his two neighbors drank their wine. All at once he made a grimace.\",\n \"\\\"Aha! there you are!\\\" answered Vautrin. \\\"Old Father Goriot there knew it\\nquite well! and why should I not know it too?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"M. Goriot?\\\" the student cried.\",\n \"to be back at the Maison Vauquer. Father Goriot had left his room,\\nand was just sitting down to dinner as he came in. Bianchon had placed\",\n \"\\\"Yes,\\\" echoed Poiret; \\\"you must go and call on Mme. de Restaud.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"And perhaps you will find Father Goriot there, who will take payment\\nfor the assistance he politely rendered.\\\"\",\n \"Rastignac hurried downstairs.\\n\\n\\\"Here, madame\\\" he said in disgust, \\\"let us square accounts. M. Goriot\\nwill not stay much longer in your house, nor shall I----\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Monsieur le Comte,\\\" said Rastignac, \\\"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.\",\n \"\\\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\\\" she\\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \\\"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\\nvery pretty.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,\",\n \"\\\"So you have seen my daughter?\\\" Goriot spoke tremulously, and the sound\\nof his voice broke in upon Eugene's dreams. The young man took the\\nelder's hand, and looked at him with something like kindness in his\\neyes.\",\n \"\\\"Really, young man!\\\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\\n\\\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were\",\n \"\\\"Yes, there was,\\\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\\n\\n\\\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\\\" he said to himself.\",\n \"\\\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\\\" demanded Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"Yes,\\\" said Father Goriot.\",\n \"\\\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\\\" cried Goriot; \\\"she was saying so only\\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\\\"\",\n \"Rastignac hurried downstairs.\\n\\n\\\"Here, madame\\\" he said in disgust, \\\"let us square accounts. M. Goriot\\nwill not stay much longer in your house, nor shall I----\\\"\",\n \"\\\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\\ndined at our table,\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.\",\n \"Father Goriot found himself without an audience, for Mme. de Nucingen\\nhad led Rastignac into the study; he heard a kiss given and taken, low\\nthough the sound was.\",\n \"\\\"How do you feel now, dear Father Goriot?\\\" asked Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"I should like to go to sleep,\\\" he replied.\",\n \"\\\"M. Goriot's daughter,\\\" said the law student.\\n\\nAt this, all eyes turned to the old vermicelli maker; he was gazing at\\nEugene with something like envy in his eyes.\",\n \"Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.\",\n \"insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the\",\n \"\\\"_Poor child!_\\\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his\",\n \"\\\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\\\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \\\"do you want me\",\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Well?\\\" cried Goriot, as Rastignac passed by his door.\\n\\n\\\"Yes,\\\" said Eugene; \\\"I will tell you everything to-morrow.\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants\",\n \"round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"to give them their most extravagant desires, and asked nothing of them\\nin return but a kiss. Goriot had raised the two girls to the level of\",\n \"The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's\",\n \"As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on\",\n \"A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\\\" said Father Goriot when they\\nwere alone. \\\"They are going to a grand ball.\\\"\",\n \"Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.\",\n \"Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the\",\n \"had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the\",\n \"The cab stopped in the Rue d'Artois. Father Goriot stepped out first and\\nflung ten francs to the man with the recklessness of a widower returning\\nto bachelor ways.\",\n \"\\\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\\\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \\\"do you want me\",\n \"A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \\\"They\",\n \"Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,\",\n \"\\\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\\ndined at our table,\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.\",\n \"\\\"Aha!\\\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \\\"Father Goriot has broken\\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the\",\n \"\\\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\\\" cried\\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\\nupright as Eugene went out.\",\n \"\\\"Really, young man!\\\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\\n\\\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were\"\n ],\n [\n \"The lodging-house is Mme. Vauquer's own property. It is still standing\\nin the lower end of the Rue Nueve-Sainte-Genevieve, just where the road\",\n \"Maison Vauquer--an exceedingly respectable boarding-house in every way,\\nI grant you, but an establishment that, none the less, falls short\",\n \"At the time when this story begins, the lodging-house contained seven\\ninmates. The best rooms in the house were on the first story, Mme.\",\n \"recommended boarding-houses in the Latin Quarter_.\\\" \\\"From the windows\\nof the house,\\\" thus ran the prospectus, \\\"there is a charming view of\",\n \"Saint-Marcel. Her house (known in the neighborhood as the _Maison\\nVauquer_) receives men and women, old and young, and no word has ever\",\n \"she let him know that M. Goriot, one of the best known and most\\nhighly-respected merchants in Paris, had singled out her boarding-house\",\n \"one of her boarders sometimes gave her, in July; the whole Eldorado of\\na little Parisian household rose up before Mme. Vauquer in her\",\n \"Baronne de Vaumerland and the widow of a colonel, the late Comte de\\nPicquoisie, who were about to leave a boarding-house in the Marais,\",\n \"business and the savings of the last few years. It was this capital\\nthat Mme. Vauquer, in the early days of his residence with her, had\",\n \"house, Mme. Vauquer took boarders who came for their meals; but these\\n_externes_ usually only came to dinner, for which they paid thirty\\nfrancs a month.\",\n \"Two, however, of Mme. Vauquer's boarders formed a striking contrast to\\nthe rest. There was a sickly pallor, such as is often seen in anaemic\",\n \"Mme. Vauquer followed the two ladies, meaning to pass the evening in\\ntheir room, an arrangement that economized fire and candlelight. Eugene\\nand Vautrin were left alone.\",\n \"house. When he first came there he had taken the rooms now occupied by\\nMme. Couture; he had paid twelve hundred francs a year like a man to\",\n \"The boarders dropped in one after another, interchanging greetings and\\nempty jokes that certain classes of Parisians regard as humorous and\",\n \"Mme. Vauquer felt sick and faint at these words.\\n\\n\\\"Good Lord!\\\" she cried, \\\"this does give one a turn; and me at the Gaite\\nwith him only last night!\\\" she said to Sylvie.\",\n \"money to Mme. Vauquer, or to the boarders; but, somehow, those whom he\\nobliged felt that they would sooner face death than fail to repay him; a\",\n \"the boarders went. At last, when their numbers had so dwindled that the\\nparty consisted of Mme. Vauquer, Mme. Couture, Mlle. Victorine, Vautrin,\",\n \"\\\"Never a bit of it!\\\" cried the boarders. \\\"She must go, and go this\\nminute!\\\"\\n\\n\\\"But the poor lady has had no dinner,\\\" said Poiret, with piteous\\nentreaty.\",\n \"\\\"Oh! mademoiselle, what is to be done?\\\" cried Mme. Vauquer. \\\"I am a\\nruined woman. You can't stay here; they will go further, do something\\nviolent.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Well, I can tell you this, I know,\\\" said Mme. Vauquer, \\\"I have taken\\nlodgers these thirty years, and a good many have passed through my\"\n ],\n [\n \"In the days before the Revolution, Jean-Joachim Goriot was simply a\\nworkman in the employ of a vermicelli maker. He was a skilful, thrifty\",\n \"Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most\",\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Then they think that I am ruined!\\\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\\njealousy and desperation. \\\"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a\",\n \"\\\"My dear Monsieur Eugene,\\\" she said, when he had spoken, \\\"you know quite\\nas well as I do that Father Goriot has not a brass farthing left. If you\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe, the gorgeous\\noutfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing. Mme. Vauquer's\",\n \"most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the\",\n \"that he was rich till the peril of being rich was over, and all his\\nintelligence was concentrated, not on political, but on commercial\\nspeculations. Goriot was an authority second to none on all questions\",\n \"life (they called him Monsieur Goriot very respectfully then) that gave\\nMme. Vauquer the meanest opinion of his business abilities; she looked\\non him as an imbecile where money was concerned.\",\n \"What had brought about this decline and fall? Conjecture was keen, but\\ninvestigation was difficult. Father Goriot was not communicative; in\",\n \"\\\"And, after all,\\\" said Christophe, \\\"what do they give you? A miserable\\nfive-franc piece. There is Father Goriot, who has cleaned his shoes\",\n \"As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on\",\n \"and anxious; and this was so well known, that one day a competitor, who\\nwished to get rid of him to secure the field to himself, told Goriot\",\n \"After seven years of unclouded happiness, Goriot lost his wife. It was\\nvery unfortunate for him. She was beginning to gain an ascendency over\",\n \"The cab stopped in the Rue d'Artois. Father Goriot stepped out first and\\nflung ten francs to the man with the recklessness of a widower returning\\nto bachelor ways.\",\n \"Father Goriot looked sadly at his handiwork, tears fell from his\\neyes, he blew out the dip which had served him for a light while he\\nmanipulated the silver, and Eugene heard him sigh as he lay down again.\",\n \"\\\"_Poor child!_\\\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his\",\n \"Goriot went on with his breakfast, but seemed unconscious of what he was\\ndoing. He had never looked more stupid nor more taken up with his own\\nthoughts than he did at that moment.\",\n \"In the year 1813, at the age of sixty-nine or thereabouts, \\\"Father\\nGoriot\\\" had sold his business and retired--to Mme. Vauquer's boarding\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Yes, there was,\\\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\\n\\n\\\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\\\" he said to himself.\",\n \"in the pleasure and excitement of the young people, and seemed to be not\\nthe least happy of the three. He loved Rastignac already for his own as\\nwell as for his daughter's sake.\",\n \"\\\"Two intimate friends!\\\" said Rastignac to himself. \\\"Henceforward I shall\\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"_Mon Dieu!_\\\" said Rastignac. \\\"To think of those daughters of his.\\\"\",\n \"Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all\",\n \"\\\"And what was that you said?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"She is in love with you already, your little Baronne de Rastignac!\\\"\\n\\n\\\"She has not a penny,\\\" Eugene continued, much mystified.\",\n \"\\\"So there is to be an engagement of marriage between M. le Chevalier\\nEugene de Rastignac and Mlle. Victorine Taillefer, is there?\\\" The words\",\n \"daughters. He settled one of them under Restaud's roof, and grafted the\\nother into the Nucingen family tree, the Baron de Nucingen being a rich\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"This gentleman,\\\" she continued, presenting Eugene to her husband,\\n\\\"is M. de Rastignac; he is related to Mme. la Vicomtesse de Beauseant\",\n \"the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he\",\n \"ingratitude of daughters who have cast off their old father and wish\\nthat he were dead, and that is a rivalry between two sisters. Restaud\\ncomes of a good family, his wife has been received into their circle;\",\n \"\\\"Madame,\\\" said the Marquis, \\\"I have the honor of presenting to you the\\nChevalier Eugene de Rastignac; he is a cousin of Mme. de Beauseant's.\",\n \"\\\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\\ndined at our table,\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.\",\n \"\\\"This gentleman is M. Eugene de Rastignac, one of my cousins,\\\" said the\\nVicomtesse. \\\"Have you any news of General de Montriveau?\\\" she continued.\",\n \"\\\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\\\" she\\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \\\"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\\nvery pretty.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"What can Mlle. Victorine be guilty of?\\\" demanded Poiret.\\n\\n\\\"Guilty of falling in love with M. Eugene de Rastignac and going further\\nand further without knowing exactly where she is going, poor innocent!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Monsieur le Comte,\\\" said Rastignac, \\\"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.\",\n \"Mme. de Beauseant turned to Rastignac. \\\"What was the blunder that you\\nmade, monsieur?\\\" she asked. \\\"The poor boy is only just launched into the\",\n \"\\\"Ah! my friend!...\\\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Oh! monsieur,\\\" cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, \\\"why\\ndo you want to kill M. Eugene?\\\"\\n\\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.\",\n \"\\\"Well, mademoiselle,\\\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \\\"you are\\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"A monster!\\\" said Mme. Couture.\",\n \"\\\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\\\" she cried, interrupting herself,\",\n \"\\\"Oh! sir,\\\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \\\"if you know of any way\",\n \"\\\"There, you have earned your three thousand francs very easily,\\\"\\nexclaimed Poiret, supporting Vautrin while Mlle. Michonneau slipped\",\n \"\\\"Then stop and take care of him,\\\" returned Vautrin. \\\"'Tis your duty as\\na meek and obedient wife,\\\" he whispered in her ear. \\\"The young fellow\",\n \"\\\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\\\" said the girl. \\\"Just take M. Eugene. I\\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of\",\n \"\\\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\\\" Vautrin continued. \\\"I\\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set\",\n \"\\\"Poor young fellow!\\\" exclaimed Vautrin. \\\"How can people brawl when they\\nhave a certain income of thirty thousand livres? Young people have bad\\nmanners, and that is a fact.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"\\\"The thing is arranged,\\\" Vautrin said to Eugene, who remained. \\\"Our two\\ndandies have fallen out. Everything was done in proper form. It is\",\n \"\\\"Oh! mamma dear, suppose it should really happen as that kind M. Vautrin\\nsaid!\\\" said Victorine with a sigh as she looked at her hands. The two\\nwomen were alone together.\",\n \"Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \\\"If you are going to champion Father\",\n \"\\\"I don't care, I must do honor to M. Vautrin.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Are you so fond of your heirs as all that?\\\"\",\n \"Vautrin's offer and the possibility of fortune by a marriage with Mlle.\\nTaillefer. Poverty would clamor so loudly that more than once he was on\",\n \"\\\"Good-bye, little ones!\\\" said Vautrin, turning to Eugene and Victorine.\\n\\\"Bless you both!\\\" and he laid a hand on either head. \\\"Take my word for\",\n \"Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the\",\n \"\\\"It is quite right and proper, mademoiselle, to pray to Heaven to soften\\nyour father's heart,\\\" said Vautrin, as he drew a chair nearer to the\",\n \"\\\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\\\" said Rastignac; \\\"that scoundrel Vautrin\\nhas dropped down like one dead.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"We are forbidden to go to the play,\\\" answered Victorine.\\n\\n\\\"Just look, those two yonder have dropped off where they sit,\\\" said\\nVautrin, shaking the heads of the two sleepers in a comical way.\"\n ],\n [\n \"who escaped from penal servitude at Toulon, where he is known by the\\nnickname _Trompe-la-Mort_.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Trompe-la-Mort would not let a woman come near him,\\\" said the\\ndetective. \\\"I will tell you a secret--he does not like them.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Trompe-la-Mort?\\\" said Pioret. \\\"Dear me, he is very lucky if he deserves\\nthat nickname.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Why didn't I?\\\" she asked. \\\"Why, it wants thinking over. Suppose that M.\\nVautrin is this Trompe-la-Mort, perhaps we might do better for ourselves\",\n \"\\\"Mlle. Michonneau was talking the day before yesterday about a gentleman\\nnamed _Trompe-la-Mort_,\\\" said Bianchon; \\\"and, upon my word, that name\\nwould do very well for you.\\\"\",\n \"known as Trompe-la-Mort, condemned to twenty years' penal servitude, and\\nI have just proved that I have come fairly by my nickname.--If I had\",\n \"Bianchon, on his way back from Cuvier's lecture, overheard the\\nsufficiently striking nickname of _Trompe-la-Mort_, and caught the\\ncelebrated chief detective's \\\"_Done!_\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Well, now,\\\" Mlle. Michonneau went on, \\\"make it three thousand francs if\\nhe is Trompe-la-Mort, and nothing at all if he is an ordinary man.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"But if his Excellency the Minister of Police is certain that M.\\nVautrin is this _Trompe-la-Mort_, why should he want me?\\\" asked Mlle.\\nMichonneau.\",\n \"hands; it mounts up to something considerable, by all that we can\\nmake out. Trompe-la-Mort not only holds large sums for his friends the\",\n \"\\\"Certainty is not the word; he only suspects. You will soon understand\\nhow things are. Jacques Collin, nicknamed _Trompe-la-Mort_, is in the\",\n \"\\\"Then you haven't heard the news?\\\" said Eugene. \\\"Vautrin was an escaped\\nconvict; they have just arrested him; and young Taillefer is dead.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Let us play those wretches a trick,\\\" said he. \\\"Go to the cemetery, buy\\na grave for five years at Pere-Lachaise, and arrange with the Church and\",\n \"\\\"This so-called Vautrin,\\\" said the detective, \\\"receives the money\\nbelonging to my lords the convicts, invests it for them, and holds it at\",\n \"ruin. Bianchon, flustered with wine, forgot to open the subject of\\nTrompe-la-Mort with Mlle. Michonneau. The mere mention of the name would\",\n \"des Orfevres. Down yonder they will all turn themselves inside out to\\nhelp their general--their good Trompe-la-Mort--to get clear away. Is\",\n \"army of blackguards in his pay who wage incessant war against society.\\nIf we can catch Trompe-la-Mort, and take possession of his funds,\",\n \"\\\"Who is there?\\\" cried Mme. Vauquer out of her bedroom window.\\n\\n\\\"I, Mme. Vauquer,\\\" answered Vautrin's deep bass voice. \\\"I am coming in.\\\"\",\n \"have set Vautrin on his guard; for Vautrin, or, to give him his real\\nname, Jacques Collin, was in fact the notorious escaped convict.\",\n \"Mlle. Michonneau interposed at this point with, \\\"What is there to hinder\\nTrompe-la-Mort from making off with the money?\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Then they think that I am ruined!\\\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\\njealousy and desperation. \\\"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a\",\n \"\\\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\\\" cried\\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\\nupright as Eugene went out.\",\n \"\\\"What sort of things?\\\" asked Goriot. \\\"This is like to be the death of\\nme. My poor head will not stand a double misfortune.\\\"\",\n \"most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the\",\n \"Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most\",\n \"insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the\",\n \"\\\"Nothing, nothing,\\\" said Goriot; \\\"it will go off. There is something\\nheavy pressing on my forehead, a little headache.... Ah! poor Nasie,\\nwhat a life lies before her!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Monsieur le Comte,\\\" said Rastignac, \\\"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"He seemed to grow drowsy with exhaustion, and lay quietly for a long\\ntime. Christophe came back; and Rastignac, thinking that Goriot was\\nasleep, allowed the man to give his story aloud.\",\n \"\\\"Aha!\\\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \\\"Father Goriot has broken\\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the\",\n \"and anxious; and this was so well known, that one day a competitor, who\\nwished to get rid of him to secure the field to himself, told Goriot\",\n \"\\\"_Poor child!_\\\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his\",\n \"Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the\",\n \"Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe, the gorgeous\\noutfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing. Mme. Vauquer's\",\n \"Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\\nlikewise appeared.\",\n \"finished his soup, so that when Goriot had pushed back his cap from his\\neyes his spoon encountered the table. Every one burst out laughing. \\\"You\",\n \"Goriot went on with his breakfast, but seemed unconscious of what he was\\ndoing. He had never looked more stupid nor more taken up with his own\\nthoughts than he did at that moment.\",\n \"Goriot was silent for a moment; it seemed to require his whole strength\\nto endure the pain.\\n\\n\\\"If they were here, I should not complain,\\\" he said. \\\"So why should I\\ncomplain now?\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Your mother has broken up her jewels for you,\\\" he said to himself;\\n\\\"your aunt shed tears over those relics of hers before she sold them\",\n \"\\\"That is not all, father,\\\" said Anastasie in Goriot's ear. The old man\\ngave a startled shudder. \\\"The diamonds only sold for a hundred thousand\",\n \"fellow, it is all over with us.\\\" Anastasie understood the glance that M.\\nde Trailles gave her. With a woman's admirable tact, she began to smile\\nand said:\",\n \"and death, of the price that had been paid for Anastasie's golden\\nembroideries. Delphine cried.\",\n \"\\\"Oh, she was very miserable,\\\" he answered, gathering up all his strength\\nto speak. \\\"It was this way, my boy. Since that affair of the diamonds,\",\n \"Nasie has not had a penny of her own. For this ball she had ordered a\\ngolden gown like a setting for a jewel. Her mantuamaker, a woman without\",\n \"\\\"Sell some of your ornaments,\\\" he wrote hastily in the porter's room,\\n\\\"so that your father may be decently laid in his last resting-place.\\\"\",\n \"of gold, and ablaze with diamonds, to draw all eyes upon her; and I will\\nnot be outshone. She has tried to eclipse me all her life, she has never\",\n \"Restaud's manner had told him that his errand was a fruitless one; he\\nsaw that Anastasie had no longer any liberty of action. He came away\",\n \"\\\"I found the money, father, by selling what was not mine to sell,\\\" and\\nthe Countess burst into tears.\\n\\nDelphine was touched; she laid her head on her sister's shoulder, and\\ncried too.\",\n \"with a secure income of seven or eight thousand livres, the owner of\\nsuch magnificent plate and jewelry handsome enough for a kept mistress,\\nshould be living in her house. Why should he devote so small a\",\n \"\\\"There, be quick and pawn it. I do not want to stop on the way to the\\nRue du Helder; there is not a moment to lose, I am afraid, and I must\",\n \"infatuated with Mlle. Anastasie and her flour sacks. Oh! he will not\\nfind her a good bargain! She is in M. de Trailles' hands, and he will\\nruin her.\\\"\",\n \"diamonds to a Jew--the beautiful diamonds that belonged to her husband's\\nmother, Mme. de Restaud the elder,--you have seen her wearing them. In\",\n \"determined that she shall go and wear the diamonds, so as to contradict\\nthe stories that are told all over Paris. How can she go to that\",\n \"called Anastasie de Restaud, and she lives in the Rue du Helder.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Oh, father, have you heard about Anastasie?\\\" said Delphine, when she\\nheard her sister speak. \\\"It looks as though some strange things had\\nhappened in that family.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Then,\\\" the Countess resumed, \\\"there was a pause, and he looked at me.\\n'Anastasie,' he said, 'I will bury this in silence; there shall be no\",\n \"\\\"Then it is all true,\\\" she said.\\n\\nAnastasie bowed her head, Mme. de Nucingen flung her arms about her,\\nkissed her tenderly, and held her sister to her heart.\",\n \"husband's eyes. The sight of her was scarcely calculated to lighten\\nRastignac's sad thoughts; through the blaze of those diamonds he seemed\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Oh, father, have you heard about Anastasie?\\\" said Delphine, when she\\nheard her sister speak. \\\"It looks as though some strange things had\\nhappened in that family.\\\"\",\n \"and death, of the price that had been paid for Anastasie's golden\\nembroideries. Delphine cried.\",\n \"himself, and found all his happiness in satisfying the whims of the two\\ngirls. The best masters were engaged, that Anastasie and Delphine\\nmight be endowed with all the accomplishments which distinguish a good\",\n \"Nasie, and be nice to her, Delphine; promise it to your poor father\\nbefore he dies,\\\" he asked, holding Delphine's hand in a convulsive\\nclasp.\",\n \"fellow, it is all over with us.\\\" Anastasie understood the glance that M.\\nde Trailles gave her. With a woman's admirable tact, she began to smile\\nand said:\",\n \"the token that recalled the days when Delphine and Anastasie were\\ninnocent little maidens, before they began \\\"to think for themselves,\\\" as\\nhe had moaned out in his agony.\",\n \"called Anastasie de Restaud, and she lives in the Rue du Helder.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"\\\"Dear child!\\\" he said. \\\"Yes, yes, she is very fond of me. But you must\\nnot believe all that she tells you about Anastasie. The two sisters are\",\n \"\\\"I found the money, father, by selling what was not mine to sell,\\\" and\\nthe Countess burst into tears.\\n\\nDelphine was touched; she laid her head on her sister's shoulder, and\\ncried too.\",\n \"has left her for the Princesse Galathionne. For my part, I fell in love\\nwith Mme. Delphine this evening.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Anastasie!\\\" the Count called again to his wife.\\n\\n\\\"Poor Maxime!\\\" she said, addressing the young man. \\\"Come, we must resign\\nourselves. This evening----\\\"\",\n \"Delphine! she is kinder to the old man; she is worthy to be loved. Ah!\\nthis evening I shall be very happy!\\\"\",\n \"Restaud's manner had told him that his errand was a fruitless one; he\\nsaw that Anastasie had no longer any liberty of action. He came away\",\n \"her name is Delphine, is it not? Isn't she a fair-haired woman who has\\na side-box at the Opera? She comes sometimes to the Bouffons, and laughs\",\n \"\\\"Delphine,\\\" she said, with a white face, and her whole frame quivering\\nwith indignation, anger, and rage, \\\"I forgave you everything; God is my\",\n \"\\\"Yes, there was,\\\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\\n\\n\\\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\\\" he said to himself.\",\n \"Eugene was soon claimed by Delphine. She was delighted by the impression\\nthat she had made, and eager to lay at her lover's feet the homage\\nshe had received in this new world in which she hoped to live and move\\nhenceforth.\",\n \"\\\"_Delphine!_\\\" cried the Countess, stepping towards her sister.\\n\\n\\\"I shall tell you the truth about yourself if you begin to slander me,\\\"\\nsaid the Baroness coldly.\",\n \"\\\"Nasie,\\\" cried Delphine, flinging her arms round her sister, \\\"my little\\nNasie, let us forget and forgive.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"No, no,\\\" cried Nasie; \\\"I shall never forget!\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants\",\n \"round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"to give them their most extravagant desires, and asked nothing of them\\nin return but a kiss. Goriot had raised the two girls to the level of\",\n \"The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's\",\n \"As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on\",\n \"A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\\\" said Father Goriot when they\\nwere alone. \\\"They are going to a grand ball.\\\"\",\n \"Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.\",\n \"Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the\",\n \"had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the\",\n \"The cab stopped in the Rue d'Artois. Father Goriot stepped out first and\\nflung ten francs to the man with the recklessness of a widower returning\\nto bachelor ways.\",\n \"\\\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\\\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \\\"do you want me\",\n \"A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \\\"They\",\n \"Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,\",\n \"\\\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\\ndined at our table,\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.\",\n \"\\\"Aha!\\\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \\\"Father Goriot has broken\\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the\",\n \"\\\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\\\" cried\\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\\nupright as Eugene went out.\",\n \"\\\"Really, young man!\\\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\\n\\\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were\"\n ],\n [\n \"Several days went by, and Rastignac lived in a whirl of gaiety. He dined\\nalmost every day with Mme. de Nucingen, and went wherever she went, only\",\n \"watched at the foot. Rastignac made inquiries of this latter as to the\\nexpenses of the funeral, and wrote to the Baron de Nucingen and the\",\n \"\\\"Henceforth there is war between us.\\\"\\n\\nAnd by way of throwing down the glove to Society, Rastignac went to dine\\nwith Mme. de Nucingen.\",\n \"Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the\",\n \"Rastignac was left alone with the old man. He sat at the foot of the\\nbed, and gazed at the face before him, so horribly changed that it was\\nshocking to see.\",\n \"\\\"Come and dine with us,\\\" said the Countess, leaving Eugene and her\\nhusband together once more. She followed Maxime into the little\\ndrawing-room, where they sat together sufficiently long to feel sure\\nthat Rastignac had taken his leave.\",\n \"Dinner was announced. Rastignac gave his arm to Mme. de Nucingen, she\\nled the way into a pretty dining-room, and again he saw the luxury of\\nthe table which he had admired in his cousin's house.\",\n \"The next day Rastignac dressed himself very elegantly, and about three\\no'clock in the afternoon went to call on Mme. de Restaud. On the way\",\n \"\\\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\\ndined at our table,\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.\",\n \"Rastignac and Christophe and the two undertaker's men were the only\\nfollowers of the funeral. The Church of Saint-Etienne du Mont was only a\",\n \"had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the\",\n \"\\\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\\\" said Rastignac; \\\"that scoundrel Vautrin\\nhas dropped down like one dead.\\\"\",\n \"The terrible cry brought Sylvie, Rastignac, and Bianchon; Mme.\\nde Restaud had fainted away. When she recovered they carried her\",\n \"Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left\",\n \"disappeared at once. The two grave diggers flung in several spadefuls of\\nearth, and then stopped and asked Rastignac for their fee. Eugene\",\n \"As they entered the dining-room, Eugene de Rastignac was talking apart\\nwith Mlle. Taillefer; the conversation appeared to be of such thrilling\",\n \"the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he\",\n \"be; but every one tried to comfort and cheer her. At first the dinner\\ncontingent, as was natural, talked about Vautrin and the day's events;\",\n \"The next day Rastignac went at the appointed time to Mme. de Beauseant,\\nwho took him with her to the Duchesse de Carigliano's ball. The\",\n \"At two o'clock in the afternoon Bianchon came to wake Rastignac, and\\nbegged him to take charge of Goriot, who had grown worse as the day wore\\non. The medical student was obliged to go out.\"\n ],\n [\n \"Father Goriot was a skinflint, a shark of a money-lender, a man\\nwho lived by selling lottery tickets. He was by turns all the most\",\n \"\\\"My dear Monsieur Eugene,\\\" she said, when he had spoken, \\\"you know quite\\nas well as I do that Father Goriot has not a brass farthing left. If you\",\n \"\\\"M. Goriot must be awfully rich, all the same, madame,\\\" she reported\\non her return, \\\"to keep her in such style. Just imagine it! There was a\",\n \"Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe, the gorgeous\\noutfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing. Mme. Vauquer's\",\n \"that he was rich till the peril of being rich was over, and all his\\nintelligence was concentrated, not on political, but on commercial\\nspeculations. Goriot was an authority second to none on all questions\",\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on\",\n \"most woe-begone. There was no longer any doubt. Goriot was an elderly\\nlibertine, whose eyes had only been preserved by the skill of the\",\n \"In the days before the Revolution, Jean-Joachim Goriot was simply a\\nworkman in the employ of a vermicelli maker. He was a skilful, thrifty\",\n \"\\\"Then, M. Goriot sitting there is the father of a countess,\\\" said Mme.\\nVauquer in a low voice.\\n\\n\\\"And of a baroness,\\\" answered Rastignac.\",\n \"\\\"And, after all,\\\" said Christophe, \\\"what do they give you? A miserable\\nfive-franc piece. There is Father Goriot, who has cleaned his shoes\",\n \"\\\"_Poor child!_\\\" Father Goriot said aloud. Rastignac, hearing those\\nwords, concluded to keep silence; he would not hastily condemn his\",\n \"life (they called him Monsieur Goriot very respectfully then) that gave\\nMme. Vauquer the meanest opinion of his business abilities; she looked\\non him as an imbecile where money was concerned.\",\n \"The thrifty frugality necessary to those who mean to make their way in\\nthe world had become an inveterate habit of life with M. Goriot. Soup,\",\n \"What had brought about this decline and fall? Conjecture was keen, but\\ninvestigation was difficult. Father Goriot was not communicative; in\",\n \"\\\"Then they think that I am ruined!\\\" cried Father Goriot, in an agony of\\njealousy and desperation. \\\"Why, I have still thirteen hundred livres a\",\n \"In the year 1813, at the age of sixty-nine or thereabouts, \\\"Father\\nGoriot\\\" had sold his business and retired--to Mme. Vauquer's boarding\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,\",\n \"and anxious; and this was so well known, that one day a competitor, who\\nwished to get rid of him to secure the field to himself, told Goriot\"\n ],\n [\n \"Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all\",\n \"\\\"What can Mlle. Victorine be guilty of?\\\" demanded Poiret.\\n\\n\\\"Guilty of falling in love with M. Eugene de Rastignac and going further\\nand further without knowing exactly where she is going, poor innocent!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"And what was that you said?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"She is in love with you already, your little Baronne de Rastignac!\\\"\\n\\n\\\"She has not a penny,\\\" Eugene continued, much mystified.\",\n \"loved and she was loved; at any rate, she believed that she was loved;\\nand what woman would not likewise have believed after seeing Rastignac's\",\n \"in the pleasure and excitement of the young people, and seemed to be not\\nthe least happy of the three. He loved Rastignac already for his own as\\nwell as for his daughter's sake.\",\n \"\\\"Listen,\\\" said Rastignac; \\\"if you are in trouble, you ought to tell me\\nabout it. I want to prove to you that I love you for yourself alone. You\",\n \"\\\"Ah! my friend!...\\\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's\",\n \"\\\"Yes, there was,\\\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\\n\\n\\\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\\\" he said to himself.\",\n \"\\\"M. de Rastignac is incapable of ruining the woman he loves, dear.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Thanks! Delphine. I thought you would have been kinder to me in my\\ntroubles, but you never did love me.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"has left her for the Princesse Galathionne. For my part, I fell in love\\nwith Mme. Delphine this evening.\\\"\",\n \"the Countess, whom he took for a great lady, asked him to call at her\\nhouse, and after her parting smile, Rastignac felt convinced that he\",\n \"love is extinct, doomed to perish by modern dandyism. But for Rastignac,\\nMme. Anastasie de Restaud was the woman for whom he had sighed. He had\",\n \"Rastignac went home. He was fascinated by Mme. de Nucingen; he seemed to\\nsee her before him, slender and graceful as a swallow. He recalled the\",\n \"\\\"So there is to be an engagement of marriage between M. le Chevalier\\nEugene de Rastignac and Mlle. Victorine Taillefer, is there?\\\" The words\",\n \"\\\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\\\" cried Goriot; \\\"she was saying so only\\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Two intimate friends!\\\" said Rastignac to himself. \\\"Henceforward I shall\\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Oh! why did you tell her?\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"Eugene,\\\" Delphine said in his ear, \\\"I have one regret now this evening.\\nAh! how I will love you! and for ever!\\\"\",\n \"all his being to her uses. Rastignac and Delphine found each other at\\na crisis in their lives when their union gave them the most poignant\",\n \"for the pleasure she had brought as her dower; and Delphine loved\\nRastignac as Tantalus would have loved some angel who had satisfied his\"\n ],\n [\n \"Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the\",\n \"\\\"Good friends make short reckonings,\\\" echoed Poiret, with a glance at\\nVautrin.\\n\\n\\\"Here is your franc,\\\" said Rastignac, holding out the coin to the sphinx\\nin the black wig.\",\n \"\\\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\\\" she cried, interrupting herself,\",\n \"\\\"Leave him to me for a bit,\\\" said Rastignac. \\\"I will make him confess;\\nhe will tell me all about it.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"You really might be sorry to see me still alive,\\\" said Vautrin in\\nRastignac's ear, thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts. \\\"You\\nmust be mighty sure of yourself.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\\\" said Rastignac; \\\"that scoundrel Vautrin\\nhas dropped down like one dead.\\\"\",\n \"Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left\",\n \"Vautrin began to smile. Though the drug he had taken was doing its work,\\nthe convict was so vigorous that he rose to his feet, gave Rastignac a\",\n \"\\\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\\\" Vautrin continued. \\\"I\\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set\",\n \"\\\"_Monsieur_ Vautrin, I am not a marquis, and my name is not\\nRastignacorama.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"They will fight,\\\" said Mlle. Michonneau, in an indifferent tone.\",\n \"\\\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\\\"\\nVautrin went on. \\\"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep\",\n \"\\\"Then what was Father Goriot doing there?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Doing?\\\" said Vautrin. \\\"Nothing; he was bent on his own undoing. He is a\\nsimpleton, stupid enough to ruin himself by running after----\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Very well, then, if you really must have an arm, take that of M. de\\nRastignac.\\\"\\n\\nThe Vicomtess turned to Eugene with a smile.\",\n \"\\\"Well, then, M. de Rastignac, deal with the world as it deserves. You\\nare determined to succeed? I will help you. You shall sound the depths\",\n \"obligation to me, eh? You need not draw back on that account,\\\" Vautrin\\nwent on, and a smile stole over his lips. \\\"Take these bits of paper\",\n \"\\\"Do you know, Monsieur le Marquis de Rastignacorama, that what you were\\nsaying just now was not exactly polite?\\\" Vautrin remarked, as he rattled\",\n \"\\\"Listen,\\\" said Rastignac; \\\"if you are in trouble, you ought to tell me\\nabout it. I want to prove to you that I love you for yourself alone. You\",\n \"\\\"Well?\\\" cried Goriot, as Rastignac passed by his door.\\n\\n\\\"Yes,\\\" said Eugene; \\\"I will tell you everything to-morrow.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"How do you feel now, dear Father Goriot?\\\" asked Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"I should like to go to sleep,\\\" he replied.\",\n \"\\\"Monsieur le Comte,\\\" said Rastignac, \\\"M. Goriot, your father-in-law, is\\nlying at the point of death in a squalid den in the Latin Quarter.\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Oh! monsieur,\\\" cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, \\\"why\\ndo you want to kill M. Eugene?\\\"\\n\\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.\",\n \"\\\"Oh! sir,\\\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \\\"if you know of any way\",\n \"\\\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\\\" she cried, interrupting herself,\",\n \"\\\"Well, mademoiselle,\\\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \\\"you are\\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"A monster!\\\" said Mme. Couture.\",\n \"\\\"It would be very hard if my fortune is to cost some one else his life,\\\"\\nsaid Victorine. \\\"If I cannot be happy unless my brother is to be taken\\nout of the world, I would rather stay here all my life.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\\\" said the girl. \\\"Just take M. Eugene. I\\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of\",\n \"a quarrel with a scamp that will not send so much as five francs to his\\nsister, poor girl, and\\\" (here Vautrin rose to his feet and stood like a\",\n \"\\\"Then stop and take care of him,\\\" returned Vautrin. \\\"'Tis your duty as\\na meek and obedient wife,\\\" he whispered in her ear. \\\"The young fellow\",\n \"\\\"We are forbidden to go to the play,\\\" answered Victorine.\\n\\n\\\"Just look, those two yonder have dropped off where they sit,\\\" said\\nVautrin, shaking the heads of the two sleepers in a comical way.\",\n \"Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \\\"If you are going to champion Father\",\n \"\\\"The thing is arranged,\\\" Vautrin said to Eugene, who remained. \\\"Our two\\ndandies have fallen out. Everything was done in proper form. It is\",\n \"That morning Mme. de Nucingen had driven Eugene to despair. In his own\\nmind he had completely surrendered himself to Vautrin, and deliberately\",\n \"\\\"You really might be sorry to see me still alive,\\\" said Vautrin in\\nRastignac's ear, thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts. \\\"You\\nmust be mighty sure of yourself.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\\\"\\nVautrin went on. \\\"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep\",\n \"\\\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\\\" Vautrin continued. \\\"I\\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set\",\n \"\\\"Just as you please, my fine fellow; I did think you were so\\nweak-minded,\\\" said Vautrin, \\\"I shall say no more about it. One last\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Good-bye, little ones!\\\" said Vautrin, turning to Eugene and Victorine.\\n\\\"Bless you both!\\\" and he laid a hand on either head. \\\"Take my word for\",\n \"\\\"Poor young fellow!\\\" exclaimed Vautrin. \\\"How can people brawl when they\\nhave a certain income of thirty thousand livres? Young people have bad\\nmanners, and that is a fact.\\\"\",\n \"obligation to me, eh? You need not draw back on that account,\\\" Vautrin\\nwent on, and a smile stole over his lips. \\\"Take these bits of paper\"\n ],\n [\n \"have set Vautrin on his guard; for Vautrin, or, to give him his real\\nname, Jacques Collin, was in fact the notorious escaped convict.\",\n \"\\\"This so-called Vautrin,\\\" said the detective, \\\"receives the money\\nbelonging to my lords the convicts, invests it for them, and holds it at\",\n \"\\\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\\\" she cried, interrupting herself,\",\n \"\\\"You would like to know who I really am, what I was, and what I do now,\\\"\\nVautrin went on. \\\"You want to know too much, youngster. Come! come! keep\",\n \"\\\"Look at the old wretch,\\\" said Mme. Vauquer, speaking to Vautrin; \\\"how\\nhis eyes light up!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"There's that poor M. Vautrin that they made out to be a convict,\\\" the\\nwidow went on. \\\"Well, you know that is too much for me, Sylvie; I\",\n \"\\\"You are very dull, my lord Marquis,\\\" said Vautrin, with one of the\\nshrewd glances that seem to read the innermost secrets of another mind.\",\n \"\\\"Who the devil could have told you her name, M. Vautrin?\\\" asked Eugene.\",\n \"\\\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\\\" said the girl. \\\"Just take M. Eugene. I\\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of\",\n \"Eugene's remarks produced a sensation, and his tone silenced the\\ndinner-table. Vautrin alone spoke. \\\"If you are going to champion Father\",\n \"\\\"Well, well. Come, now, let us talk rationally,\\\" Vautrin continued. \\\"I\\nmean to leave this country in a few months' time for America, and set\",\n \"\\\"Who is there?\\\" cried Mme. Vauquer out of her bedroom window.\\n\\n\\\"I, Mme. Vauquer,\\\" answered Vautrin's deep bass voice. \\\"I am coming in.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"So there is a Divine Justice!\\\" said Eugene.\\n\\n\\\"Well, if ever! What has come to that poor dear M. Vautrin?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"A stroke!\\\" cried Mlle. Michonneau.\",\n \"\\\"Well, mademoiselle,\\\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \\\"you are\\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"A monster!\\\" said Mme. Couture.\",\n \"\\\"'Oh woman, persecuted and injured innocent!'\\\" exclaimed Vautrin,\\nbreaking in upon her. \\\"So that is how you are, is it? In a few days'\",\n \"that he is! You don't catch him napping. Then M. Vautrin is a man of\\nconsequence, who transacts a good deal of business.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Very well, his Excellency is at this moment absolutely certain that the\\nso-called Vautrin, who lodges at the Maison Vauquer, is a convict\",\n \"\\\"Aha! there you are!\\\" answered Vautrin. \\\"Old Father Goriot there knew it\\nquite well! and why should I not know it too?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"M. Goriot?\\\" the student cried.\",\n \"of a black wig and dyed whiskers, who gave out that he was a retired\\nmerchant, and was addressed as M. Vautrin. Two of the four rooms on\",\n \"\\\"Then you haven't heard the news?\\\" said Eugene. \\\"Vautrin was an escaped\\nconvict; they have just arrested him; and young Taillefer is dead.\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Oh! monsieur,\\\" cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, \\\"why\\ndo you want to kill M. Eugene?\\\"\\n\\nVautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine.\",\n \"\\\"Well, mademoiselle,\\\" Vautrin said, turning to Victorine, \\\"you are\\neating nothing. So papa was refractory, was he?\\\"\\n\\n\\\"A monster!\\\" said Mme. Couture.\",\n \"\\\"Oh! sir,\\\" said Victorine, with a tearful but eager glance at Vautrin,\\nwho showed no sign of being touched by it, \\\"if you know of any way\",\n \"\\\"What can Mlle. Victorine be guilty of?\\\" demanded Poiret.\\n\\n\\\"Guilty of falling in love with M. Eugene de Rastignac and going further\\nand further without knowing exactly where she is going, poor innocent!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"There is M. Vautrin, mamma,\\\" said the girl. \\\"Just take M. Eugene. I\\nwould rather not have that man see me like this; there are some ways of\",\n \"\\\"So there is to be an engagement of marriage between M. le Chevalier\\nEugene de Rastignac and Mlle. Victorine Taillefer, is there?\\\" The words\",\n \"Mme. de Nucingen might love him, or might merely be playing with\\nhim, but in either case Rastignac had been made to experience all\",\n \"\\\"You really might be sorry to see me still alive,\\\" said Vautrin in\\nRastignac's ear, thinking that he guessed the student's thoughts. \\\"You\\nmust be mighty sure of yourself.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Just go to Mother Vauquer's,\\\" said Rastignac; \\\"that scoundrel Vautrin\\nhas dropped down like one dead.\\\"\",\n \"Rastignac looked coolly at Vautrin, drew him to the foot of the\\nstaircase, and shut the dining-room door. They were standing in the\",\n \"\\\"Why didn't I?\\\" she asked. \\\"Why, it wants thinking over. Suppose that M.\\nVautrin is this Trompe-la-Mort, perhaps we might do better for ourselves\",\n \"\\\"Very well, then, if you really must have an arm, take that of M. de\\nRastignac.\\\"\\n\\nThe Vicomtess turned to Eugene with a smile.\",\n \"\\\"Ah! my friend!...\\\" said the Vicomtesse; she crossed the room and laid\\nher hand on Rastignac's shoulder. He saw the tears in his cousin's\",\n \"\\\"Why, do you really mean to be the ruin of my establishment, my dear\\nsir? There is M. Vautrin----Goodness,\\\" she cried, interrupting herself,\",\n \"Vautrin began to smile. Though the drug he had taken was doing its work,\\nthe convict was so vigorous that he rose to his feet, gave Rastignac a\",\n \"\\\"Good friends make short reckonings,\\\" echoed Poiret, with a glance at\\nVautrin.\\n\\n\\\"Here is your franc,\\\" said Rastignac, holding out the coin to the sphinx\\nin the black wig.\",\n \"Rastignac hesitated no longer. He made up his mind that he would go that\\nevening to warn the Taillefers, father and son. But just as Vautrin left\",\n \"\\\"Oh! why did you tell her?\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"Eugene,\\\" Delphine said in his ear, \\\"I have one regret now this evening.\\nAh! how I will love you! and for ever!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Two intimate friends!\\\" said Rastignac to himself. \\\"Henceforward I shall\\nhave two protectresses; those two women are great friends, no doubt, and\\nthis newcomer will doubtless interest herself in her friend's cousin.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Oh! mamma dear, suppose it should really happen as that kind M. Vautrin\\nsaid!\\\" said Victorine with a sigh as she looked at her hands. The two\\nwomen were alone together.\"\n ],\n [\n \"\\\"Trompe-la-Mort?\\\" said Pioret. \\\"Dear me, he is very lucky if he deserves\\nthat nickname.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Mlle. Michonneau was talking the day before yesterday about a gentleman\\nnamed _Trompe-la-Mort_,\\\" said Bianchon; \\\"and, upon my word, that name\\nwould do very well for you.\\\"\",\n \"Bianchon, on his way back from Cuvier's lecture, overheard the\\nsufficiently striking nickname of _Trompe-la-Mort_, and caught the\\ncelebrated chief detective's \\\"_Done!_\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Trompe-la-Mort would not let a woman come near him,\\\" said the\\ndetective. \\\"I will tell you a secret--he does not like them.\\\"\",\n \"hands; it mounts up to something considerable, by all that we can\\nmake out. Trompe-la-Mort not only holds large sums for his friends the\",\n \"\\\"Well, now,\\\" Mlle. Michonneau went on, \\\"make it three thousand francs if\\nhe is Trompe-la-Mort, and nothing at all if he is an ordinary man.\\\"\",\n \"who escaped from penal servitude at Toulon, where he is known by the\\nnickname _Trompe-la-Mort_.\\\"\",\n \"known as Trompe-la-Mort, condemned to twenty years' penal servitude, and\\nI have just proved that I have come fairly by my nickname.--If I had\",\n \"des Orfevres. Down yonder they will all turn themselves inside out to\\nhelp their general--their good Trompe-la-Mort--to get clear away. Is\",\n \"\\\"Let us play those wretches a trick,\\\" said he. \\\"Go to the cemetery, buy\\na grave for five years at Pere-Lachaise, and arrange with the Church and\",\n \"\\\"Why didn't I?\\\" she asked. \\\"Why, it wants thinking over. Suppose that M.\\nVautrin is this Trompe-la-Mort, perhaps we might do better for ourselves\",\n \"ruin. Bianchon, flustered with wine, forgot to open the subject of\\nTrompe-la-Mort with Mlle. Michonneau. The mere mention of the name would\",\n \"\\\"Well,\\\" remarked the painter, as he joined them, \\\"it seems that there is\\nto be a death-orama upstairs.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"Charles, I think you might find something less painful to joke about,\\\"\\nsaid Eugene.\",\n \"\\\"But if his Excellency the Minister of Police is certain that M.\\nVautrin is this _Trompe-la-Mort_, why should he want me?\\\" asked Mlle.\\nMichonneau.\",\n \"soldiers rang on the cobblestones under the window. All chance of\\nsalvation by flight was cut off for Trompe-la-Mort, to whom all eyes\",\n \"Mlle. Michonneau interposed at this point with, \\\"What is there to hinder\\nTrompe-la-Mort from making off with the money?\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Ha! ha! do you see the pun, mademoiselle?\\\" asked Poiret. \\\"This\\ngentleman calls himself a _man of mark_ because he is a _marked\\nman_--branded, you know.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Certainty is not the word; he only suspects. You will soon understand\\nhow things are. Jacques Collin, nicknamed _Trompe-la-Mort_, is in the\",\n \"Mlle. Michonneau gave Vautrin a quick glance at these words. They seemed\\nto be like the sound of a trumpet to a trooper's horse. \\\"Aha!\\\" said\",\n \"the world. A moment later the widow shows her face; she is tricked out\\nin a net cap attached to a false front set on awry, and shuffles into\"\n ],\n [\n \"A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time\",\n \"\\\"So you have seen my daughter?\\\" Goriot spoke tremulously, and the sound\\nof his voice broke in upon Eugene's dreams. The young man took the\\nelder's hand, and looked at him with something like kindness in his\\neyes.\",\n \"\\\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\\\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \\\"do you want me\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"insisted that I must see her, M. de Restaud came out to me himself, and\\nwent on like this: 'M. Goriot is dying, is he? Very well, it is the\",\n \"At two o'clock in the afternoon Bianchon came to wake Rastignac, and\\nbegged him to take charge of Goriot, who had grown worse as the day wore\\non. The medical student was obliged to go out.\",\n \"\\\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\\\" cried\\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\\nupright as Eugene went out.\",\n \"\\\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. Goriot--the sun seeks you out,\\\" she\\nsaid, alluding to his visitor. \\\"_Peste!_ you have good taste; she was\\nvery pretty.\\\"\",\n \"The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's\",\n \"\\\"She has shut her door against me because I told her that her father\\ndined at our table,\\\" cried Rastignac.\\n\\nGlances were exchanged all round the room; Father Goriot looked down.\",\n \"\\\"Yes, there was,\\\" said Rastignac, remembering how the two daughters had\\nstruck blow on blow at their father's heart.\\n\\n\\\"But Delphine at any rate loves her father,\\\" he said to himself.\",\n \"\\\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\\\" demanded Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"Yes,\\\" said Father Goriot.\",\n \"\\\"Then Christophe was too late, and she must have gone to him!\\\" cried\\nGoriot, with anguish in his voice.\",\n \"When Eugene reached the lodging-house, he found Father Goriot waiting\\nfor him.\\n\\n\\\"Here,\\\" cried the old man, \\\"here is a letter from her. Pretty\\nhandwriting, eh?\\\"\",\n \"A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \\\"They\",\n \"\\\"Yes, yes, she loves you, Nasie,\\\" cried Goriot; \\\"she was saying so only\\njust now. We were talking about you, and she insisted that you were\\nbeautiful, and that she herself was only pretty!\\\"\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Aha!\\\" said the painter as Eugene came in, \\\"Father Goriot has broken\\ndown at last. Bianchon is upstairs with him. One of his daughters--the\",\n \"\\\"Really, young man!\\\" cried Father Goriot, with a change of countenance;\\n\\\"are you really paying court to his daughter, as those simpletons were\",\n \"Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\\nlikewise appeared.\"\n ],\n [\n \"arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants\",\n \"round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was\",\n \"fell on Father Goriot's grave, Eugene Rastignac's youth ended. He folded\\nhis arms and gazed at the clouded sky; and Christophe, after a glance at\",\n \"Rastignac and Christophe and the two undertaker's men were the only\\nfollowers of the funeral. The Church of Saint-Etienne du Mont was only a\",\n \"Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.\",\n \"A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \\\"They\",\n \"Delphine and Eugene looked at each other in amazement, tears sprang to\\ntheir eyes. Rastignac held out his hand and grasped Goriot's warmly.\",\n \"watched at the foot. Rastignac made inquiries of this latter as to the\\nexpenses of the funeral, and wrote to the Baron de Nucingen and the\",\n \"Father Goriot found himself without an audience, for Mme. de Nucingen\\nhad led Rastignac into the study; he heard a kiss given and taken, low\\nthough the sound was.\",\n \"At two o'clock in the afternoon Bianchon came to wake Rastignac, and\\nbegged him to take charge of Goriot, who had grown worse as the day wore\\non. The medical student was obliged to go out.\",\n \"This was all the information which Rastignac gained from a M. Muret\\nwho had purchased Goriot's business, information which confirmed\",\n \"\\\"Did they enjoy themselves?\\\" It was Father Goriot who spoke. He had\\nrecognized Eugene.\",\n \"\\\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\\\" said Father Goriot when they\\nwere alone. \\\"They are going to a grand ball.\\\"\",\n \"\\\"Did not Anastasie come to see you?\\\" demanded Rastignac.\\n\\n\\\"Yes,\\\" said Father Goriot.\",\n \"Rastignac heard him in dazed bewilderment; he could not find a word in\\nreply. Just then Goriot came in, and Bianchon and a few of the boarders\\nlikewise appeared.\",\n \"Nucingen was there to glorify it all by her presence. It was four\\no'clock before they thought of Goriot, and of how he had looked forward\",\n \"Vautrin, Father Goriot, and Rastignac came downstairs in company, and,\\nall three of them being late, were obliged to sit together.\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"For three months from that day Mme. Veuve Vauquer availed herself of\\nthe services of M. Goriot's coiffeur, and went to some expense over her\",\n \"\\\"Yes,\\\" echoed Poiret; \\\"you must go and call on Mme. de Restaud.\\\"\\n\\n\\\"And perhaps you will find Father Goriot there, who will take payment\\nfor the assistance he politely rendered.\\\"\"\n ],\n [\n \"arrived and followed in the procession to Pere-Lachaise. At six o'clock\\nGoriot's coffin was lowered into the grave, his daughters' servants\",\n \"to give them their most extravagant desires, and asked nothing of them\\nin return but a kiss. Goriot had raised the two girls to the level of\",\n \"As might have been expected, the two girls were spoiled. With an income\\nof sixty thousand francs, Goriot scarcely spent twelve hundred on\",\n \"round in vain for Goriot's two daughters or their husbands. Christophe\\nwas his only fellow-mourner; Christophe, who appeared to think it was\",\n \"had made for the burial service. The house student's note told Rastignac\\nthat a mass was beyond their means, that the ordinary office for the\",\n \"\\\"You have killed our father, Nasie!\\\" said Delphine, pointing to Goriot,\\nwho lay unconscious on the bed. The Countess fled.\",\n \"\\\"He gave up Mlle. Taillefer and her millions for you,\\\" said Father\\nGoriot. \\\"Yes, the little thing was in love with you, and now that her\\nbrother is dead she is as rich as Croesus.\\\"\",\n \"Eugene left Goriot to Bianchon's care, and went to carry the sad news to\\nMme. de Nucingen. Family feeling lingered in her, and this must put an\\nend for the present to her plans of amusement.\",\n \"A month after this visit M. Goriot received another. The same daughter\\nwho had come to see him that morning came again after dinner, this time\",\n \"The three behaved like children that evening, and Father Goriot's\\nspirits were certainly not the least wild. He lay at his daughter's\",\n \"Father Goriot upon his wretched bed with reverent hands. Thenceforward\\nthere was no expression on his face, only the painful traces of the\",\n \"Goriot. For him, his two girls are the whole universe; they are the clue\\nby which he finds his way through creation. Well, for my own part,\",\n \"A groan from the next room brought them back to Goriot's bedside; to all\\nappearances he was asleep, but the two lovers caught the words, \\\"They\",\n \"\\\"How they will enjoy themselves to-morrow,\\\" said Father Goriot when they\\nwere alone. \\\"They are going to a grand ball.\\\"\",\n \"to see the wretched pallet-bed on which Father Goriot was lying. The\\nVicomtesse misread his melancholy; she withdrew her hand from his arm.\",\n \"\\\"Why, children, why Delphinette!\\\" cried Goriot, who had not felt his\\ndaughter's heart beat against his breast for ten years, \\\"do you want me\",\n \"Eugene went to the chimney-piece and found the little plait of faded\\ngolden hair--Mme. Goriot's hair, no doubt. He read the name on the\",\n \"\\\"Tell her to enjoy her evening as if nothing had happened,\\\" cried\\nGoriot. He had been lying in a sort of stupor, but he suddenly sat\\nupright as Eugene went out.\",\n \"Nucingen was there to glorify it all by her presence. It was four\\no'clock before they thought of Goriot, and of how he had looked forward\",\n \"\\\"You are beloved of fair ladies, M. 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But Clodagh's extraordinary passion for me was to be stemmed\nneither by their threats nor prayers. What a flame, after all, was\nClodagh! Sometimes she frightened me.","Clodagh was standing at a window holding a rose at her face. For quite a\nminute she made no reply. I saw her sharp-cut, florid face in profile,\nsteadily bent and smelling. She said presently in her cold, rapid way:","I suppose it must have been about noon. I sat staring a minute, and my\nfirst numb thought was somehow this: that the Countess Clodagh had","prayed me 'Be first'--for her. Wondrous little now cared I for the\nCountess Clodagh in her far unreal world of warmth--precious little for","But I was saying that when Clark left me, I was drawing on my gloves to\ngo to see my _fiancée_, the Countess Clodagh, when I heard the two\nvoices most clearly.","'For _me_ you will, Adam--' she began.\n\n'\"_Will_,\" Clodagh?' I cried. 'You say \"_will_\"? there is not even the\nslightest shadow of a probability--!'","contained, I knew, my likeness: for eight years previously I had given\nit her. It was Clodagh, the poisoner.","And a third thing I remember in all that turmoil of doubt and flurry:\nthat as the ship moved down with the afternoon tide a telegram was put\ninto my hand; it was a last word from Clodagh; and she said only this:","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","'My dearest Clodagh!'\n\n'I easily might, however. He will be here presently. He is bringing Mr.\nWilson for the evening.' (Wilson was going as electrician of the\nexpedition.)","It seemed to last a month: yet it was only some minutes before I was in\nHanover Square, and Clodagh in my arms.","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","This conversation occurred in the dining-room of Peters' house: and as\nwe passed through the door, I saw Clodagh gliding down the passage\noutside--rapidly--away from us.","'Clodagh! Clodagh! _Spare the man...!_'\n\nMy eyes, starting with horror, opened to waking; the electric light was\nshining in the cabin; and there stood David Wilson looking at me.","'Ah, the all-important Countess, eh?--Well, but she, as far as I know\nthe lady, would be the first to force you to go. The chance of stamping","'Good-night, Clodagh.'\n\nShe did not answer promptly: and her answer, to my surprise, was a\nprotest against her name: for a rather sulky, yet gentle, voice came\nfrom the darkness, saying:","'Leally? How caplicious! And am I like that?--but what were you saying\nthat your lover, Clodagh, was?'\n\n'She was a Poisoner.'","'_I_! I did not start, Clodagh! What made you think that I started? I\ndid not start! Who told you, Clodagh, that Peters takes atropine?'","'And talking of Clodagh,' I went on, 'I shall call you that henceforth,\nto keep me reminded. So that is your name--not Eve--but Clodagh, who was","An ordinary chat began, while Clodagh turned up Peters' sleeve, and,\nkneeling there, injected his fore-arm. As she rose, laughing at"],["'The man who first plants his foot on the North Pole will certainly be\nennobled. I say nothing of the many millions... I only wish that I was\na man!'","The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:","expedition, whose foot first reached the 90th degree of north latitude,\nwho would have title to the fortune.","The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though","'You mean if _I_ personally were the first to stand at the Pole. But\nthere are many in an expedition. It is very unlikely that _I_,\npersonally--'","was within five hundred yards of her, had worked myself to such a pitch,\nthat I was again shouting that futile madness: 'Hullo! Hi! Bravo! _I\nhave been to the Pole!_'","man, of whatever nationality, who first reached the Pole.","drift continued, to leave the ship about the middle of next March for\nthe dash to the Pole. He would take with him the four reindeer, all the","before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\nfamiliar to me as my own name.","to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.","We were within ten miles of the Pole.\n\n * * * * *","But assuming the existence of this 'Black' and this 'White' being--and\nsupposing it to be a fact that my reaching the Pole had any connection","Black and White, as in the case of Adam and the fruit, that, should\nmankind force his way to the Pole and the old forbidden secret biding","'Do you mean,' said I, 'that I want to put you out of the way in order\nto go in your place to the Pole? Is that your meaning, man?'","Such was the actual wording of the will--_'the man who first reached'_:\nand from this loose method of designating the person intended had","the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,","the anticipation of their gladness to see me, their excitement to hear\nthe grand tidings of the Pole attained. Anon I waved the paddle, though","one's foot on the North Pole does not occur to a man every day, my son.'","Under these conditions, man becomes in a few days, not a savage only,\nbut a mere beast, hardly a grade above the bear and walrus. Ah, the ice!\nA long and sordid nightmare was that, God knows.","Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to"],["The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:","it. I had been hearing Mackay's wild comparison of the Pole with the\ntree of Eden, and that no doubt was the reason why such a start","before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\nfamiliar to me as my own name.","The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though","to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.","Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to","'I cannot see it...!' I cried.\n\n'Then it has not tlavelled far enough to the north-west yet,' she said\nwith decision.","I did not know, and I had neither the means, nor the force of mind,\nalas! to dive then further into the mystery; I understood only that by\nsome extraordinary means the air of the region just south of the Polar","The first--and chief--is that tempest of words which I heard at\nKensington from that big-mouthed Mackay on the Sunday night. What was it","Black_' which carried me, in spite of all obstacles, to the Pole. So far\nI can understand.","the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,","But assuming the existence of this 'Black' and this 'White' being--and\nsupposing it to be a fact that my reaching the Pole had any connection","I could have come to land a long time before I did: but I would not: I\nwas so afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used","I could have made short work, and landed at Hull: but I would not: I was\nso afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used to\nthe silence of the sea: but I was afraid of the silence of England.","Black and White, as in the case of Adam and the fruit, that, should\nmankind force his way to the Pole and the old forbidden secret biding","Under these conditions, man becomes in a few days, not a savage only,\nbut a mere beast, hardly a grade above the bear and walrus. Ah, the ice!\nA long and sordid nightmare was that, God knows.","Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.","cruised northward, searching for land, and for a long time would not\nbelieve the evidence of the instruments, thinking that they wilfully","This had also been the plan of the last expedition--that of the\n_Nix_--and of several others. The _Boreal_ only differed from the _Nix_,","Within the ten years preceding the _Boreal_ expedition, no less than\ntwenty-seven expeditions had set out, and failed."],["'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","sixty--perhaps eighty: and now, to my sudden horror, I stood by a\ncircular clean-cut lake.","into the lake, like a huge stranded ark, while of the palace itself no\ntrace remains, except a mound of gold stones emerging above the lake to","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","About two hundred yards to the left we saw through the rain a large\npile, apparently risen straight out of the lake, looking ghostly livid,\nfor it was of white stone, not high, but an old thing of complicated","night racked by terrors such as have never yet entered into the heart\nof man to conceive. My flesh moved and crawled like a lake which, here","And there it stopped dead, leaving me so sick, my God, so sick, that I\ncould hardly snatch my robes about me to fly, fly, fly, soft-footed,","baths in the lake, and to disport myself in that strange intoxication of\nnostrils, eyes, and pores, dreaming long wide-eyed dreams at the bottom,","Well, vanity, vanity. Nearer still I drew: it was broad morning, going\non toward noon: I was half a mile away, I was fifty yards. But on board","with one only inhabitant to see it, and hear its silence. And all the\nlong night I travelled, stopping twice only, once to get the coal from","lake, I fancy, must be a mile across, and in its middle is a pillar of\nice, very low and broad; and I had the clear impression, or dream, or","Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.","And very still they lay on a still sea, itself a dead thing, livid as\nthe lips of death; and there was an intensity in the calm that was\nappalling: for the ocean seemed weighted, and the air drugged.","Worn as I was, I made little delay to set out for that ship; and I had\nnot travelled over water and ice four hours when, to my in-describable"],["'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","This ship had evidently been stricken silent in the midst of a perfect\ndrama of activity, for I saw not one of her crew of sixty-two who was","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","the glass quite clearly showing me, when yet far off, that on the others\nwas no life; and on the three which I boarded were dead men; so that","Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in","'Do you know what I dreamed about you last night, Adam Jeffson? I\ndreamed that you were with us on the expedition.'","her thoroughly, and spent three more days in oiling and cleaning the\nengine. Then, all being ready, I dragged my twelve dead and laid them","him behind, turn back to the ship, nor mend the bag. So it happened that\nat the end of the fourth day out, we had made only nineteen miles, and","the ships, and also I now dropped my twelve, whom I had kept to be my\ncompanions all the way from the Far North, one by one, into the sea: for","They had died, it seemed, very suddenly, for nearly all the twelve were\nin poses of activity. Egan was in the very act of ascending the","Not a sound, not one: only the languidly-working engines of the\n_Boreal_. Here, it was clear, the Angel of Silence had passed, and his\nscythe mown.","'Oh, highly recommended people of my own.'\n\n'At any rate, my dream about you comes true, Jeffson. It is clear that\nPeters is out of the running now.'\n\nI shrugged.","And those twelve dead that I had in the chart-room there must have heard\nme, and the men on the whaler must have heard me, and smiled their\nsmile.","Not one of us but was in a melancholic, dismal and dire mood; and on the\n13th December Lamburn, the engineer, stabbed Cartwright, the old\nharpooner, in the arm."],["of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","But what made me remember this house was that I found here on one of the\nsofas a newspaper: _The Kent Express_; and sitting unconscious of my\ndead neighbour, I pored a long while over what was written there.","that night which I will not put down on paper. At last, however, pretty\nlate in the evening, I spied a large mansion with green lattice-work","finding on Machen's desk a big note-book with soft covers, dappled red\nand yellow, not yet written in, I took it, and a pencil, and in the","dead the moment he opened the door. Him, by drawing his feet aside, I\nremoved, locked the door upon myself, sat at the table before the dusty\nfile, and, with the little lamp near, began to search.","dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","'I have been arranging some of my affairs this morning, and remembered\nthese notebooks. I intended letting you have them months ago, but my","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","Till, last May, there reached me the letter--and the packet--to which I\nrefer. The packet consisted of four note-books, quite crowded","The note-book marked \"I.,\" [1] which seems to me the most curious,\nbelongs to the seventh year. Its history, like those of the other three,","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","During dinner, and after, I read the book, with some difficulty, for it\nwas pen-written in French, and discoloured, and it turned out to be the","mounted to the first landing, and tried the door, but it was locked; I\nmounted to the second: the door was open, and with a chill reluctance I","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","little turret-nook wrote day after day for hours this account of what\nhas happened, nearly as far as it has now gone. And I think that I may","candles on the desk, and sat to write to her, the pistol at my right\nhand; but I had hardly begun, when I thought that I heard a sound at the","No part, no house, I believe, of this country-side was empty of strange\ncorpses: and they were in Hunt Hill, too. I saw three in the weedy plot","to make for Woolwich, but in the car saw the poet's note-book in which I\nhad written: and I took it, went back, and was writing an hour, till I","I left her the first night in that pale-yellow house with the two green\njalousies facing the beach, where there was everything that she would"],["'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","_Maitland_: 'Oh yes, that's all very fine talk, Jeffson! But is it quite","beast so far, you know: but in me, Adam Jeffson--I swear it--the human\nrace shall at last attain a true nobility, the nobility of","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","'Well, we need not discuss the point, as Peters is not going to die,'\nsaid he. 'Still, if anything did happen to him, you know, it is you I\nshould come straight to, Adam Jeffson.'","dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the","present condition of the world, with one sole master, should seem the\ncommon-place and natural condition, but that it should have come to seem\n_so_ common-place and natural--in nine months. The mind of Adam Jeffson","And that was the last word of civilised Man to me, Adam Jeffson--its\nfinal counsel--its ultimate gospel and message--to _me_, my good God!\n_Drink Roboral!_","old, his occupation to peep, his one faculty to scent, his honey and his\nachievement to unearth the infinitely unimportant? I would kill her\nfirst!","'Profession! damn it, no,' he snarled like a dog: 'go and dig up David\nWilson--I dare say you know where to find him--and he will tell you my\nmeaning, right enough.'","For I, Adam Jeffson, second Parent of the world, hereby lay down,\nordain, and decree for all time, clearly perceiving it now: That the one","in a town like Dover alone, to last me five or six hundred years, if I\ncould live so long; and, having eaten, I descended The Shaft, and spent","lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found","before him; and I thought to myself: 'Well, this old man, too, died\ndoing his work....'","There was a preaching man--a Scotchman he was, named Macintosh, or\nsomething like that--who said that the last end of Man shall be well,"],["This singular being! Where she has lived--and how--is a problem to which\nnot the faintest solution is conceivable. She had, I say, never seen","of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying","This girl! what a history! After existing twenty years in a sunless\nworld hardly three acres wide, she one day suddenly saw the only sky","large plain floor of plaster, which bore the marks of the flames; and\nover this the girl ran a few steps, pointed with excited recognition to\na hole in it, ran further, and disappeared down the hole.","I found the girl still asleep at the house-door, and stirring her with\nmy foot, woke her. She leapt up with a start of surprise, and a","I left her the first night in that pale-yellow house with the two green\njalousies facing the beach, where there was everything that she would","'She was well-to-do, and lived alone in old Wooding Manor-house, five\nmiles from Ash Thomas. As you know, I was \"beginning\" in these parts at","feet behind me. The absolute stealth which had brought and put her\nthere, unknown to me, was like miracle: for the ladder, whose top I saw","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","intended, I suppose, to take her to Imbros, where she might live in one\nof the broken-down houses of the village. But when the anchor was not","immediately subsided to the floor again, being in evident pain. I pulled\nher up, and made her limp after me through several halls to the inner","that she should see it; went up straight to her rooms with the book,\nand, she being away, ferreted among her things to see what she was","bar--into a parlour--up a little stair--into two rooms: but no one was\nthere. I then went round into the barn, which was paved with","had evidently been a young lady's room: for on the toilette were\ncut-glass bottles, a plait of brown hair, powders, _rouge-aux-lèvres,_","darkening, and ran into the nearest of the little cubical houses,\nleaving her glancing sideways upward, with the quaintest artlessness of","up to the open door--peeped in--and it was she standing on the counter\nof a jeweller's shop, her back turned to me, with head bent low over a","over it had been singed away, and the gate all charred. It gave way at a\npush from my palm. The girl was close behind me. I next threw open a","She never saw a boat, or water, or the world, till now--I could swear\nit. She came into the boat with me, and sat astern, clinging for dear"],["of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","with one only inhabitant to see it, and hear its silence. And all the\nlong night I travelled, stopping twice only, once to get the coal from","And that was the last word of civilised Man to me, Adam Jeffson--its\nfinal counsel--its ultimate gospel and message--to _me_, my good God!\n_Drink Roboral!_","That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.","And there it stopped dead, leaving me so sick, my God, so sick, that I\ncould hardly snatch my robes about me to fly, fly, fly, soft-footed,","dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found","In going away from that place, walking northward, I came upon a lonely\nhouse by the sea, a very beautiful house, made, it was clear, by an","Finally, three months and twenty-seven days from the date of the\nearthquake, having traversed only 900 odd English miles, I let go in the","'Oh, highly recommended people of my own.'\n\n'At any rate, my dream about you comes true, Jeffson. It is clear that\nPeters is out of the running now.'\n\nI shrugged.","uncoupling the carriages from the engine, and by the time morning\nbroke, I was lightly gliding away over the country, whither I did not\nknow, but making for London.","Weary, weary as I grew, some morbid persistence sustained me, and I\nwould not rest. About four in the morning I was at a station again,","She came again to tell me good-night, and then went down to the train to\nsleep; and I put out the lantern, and stooped within the cave, and made\nmy simple couch beside the little rivulet, and slept.","Well, there was sledging with the dogs, and bear-hunting among the\nhummocks, as the months, one by one, went by. One day Wilson, by far our"],["There was a preaching man--a Scotchman he was, named Macintosh, or\nsomething like that--who said that the last end of Man shall be well,","named Scotland, who had a rather odd view of the world. He had rooms, I\nremember, in the New Court at Trinity, and a set of us were generally","to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.","the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,","before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\nfamiliar to me as my own name.","fitted him for an Arctic expedition, had re-asserted itself. He was then\nleaning on an elbow, talking to Wilson, and except his pallor, and","I think that I have already written, some pages back, about a man\ncalled Scotland, whom I met at Cambridge. He was always talking about","Well, there was sledging with the dogs, and bear-hunting among the\nhummocks, as the months, one by one, went by. One day Wilson, by far our","Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to","But now she could talk of nothing else. She got from me that afternoon\nthe history of all the Polar expeditions of late years, how far they","This was Scotland's doctrine, which he never tired of repeating; and\nwhile others heard him with mere toleration, little could they divine","The first--and chief--is that tempest of words which I heard at\nKensington from that big-mouthed Mackay on the Sunday night. What was it","On the third Sunday night of his denunciation I was there in that\nKensington chapel, and I heard him. And the wild talk he talked! He\nseemed like a man delirious with inspiration.","But the childish attempt, my God, to read the immense riddle of the\nworld! I could laugh loud at myself, and at poor Black-and-White\nScotland, too. The thing can't be so simple.","Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.","was within five hundred yards of her, had worked myself to such a pitch,\nthat I was again shouting that futile madness: 'Hullo! Hi! Bravo! _I\nhave been to the Pole!_'","I could have made short work, and landed at Hull: but I would not: I was\nso afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used to\nthe silence of the sea: but I was afraid of the silence of England.","The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though","Well, the memory seems to be getting rather impaired now, rather weak.\nWhat, for instance, was the name of that parson who preached, just","Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in"],["The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:","The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though","Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to","Black and White, as in the case of Adam and the fruit, that, should\nmankind force his way to the Pole and the old forbidden secret biding","when I stood at the Pole, and saw there the dizzy thing that made me\nswoon, there had come into my way not one sign or trace that other","Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.","theodolite, and found that I was not yet 400 miles from the Pole, in\nlatitude 84° 50'. It was just as though some Will, some Will, was","'The man who first plants his foot on the North Pole will certainly be\nennobled. I say nothing of the many millions... I only wish that I was\na man!'","the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,","By the end of January we had drifted to 80° 55'; and it was then that\nClark, in the presence of Wilson, asked me if I would make the fourth","I did not know, and I had neither the means, nor the force of mind,\nalas! to dive then further into the mystery; I understood only that by\nsome extraordinary means the air of the region just south of the Polar","It was five days before Christmas that Clark made the great\nannouncement: he had determined, he said, if our splendid northward","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","Under these conditions, man becomes in a few days, not a savage only,\nbut a mere beast, hardly a grade above the bear and walrus. Ah, the ice!\nA long and sordid nightmare was that, God knows.","before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\nfamiliar to me as my own name.","'I cannot see it...!' I cried.\n\n'Then it has not tlavelled far enough to the north-west yet,' she said\nwith decision.","the anticipation of their gladness to see me, their excitement to hear\nthe grand tidings of the Pole attained. Anon I waved the paddle, though","We were within ten miles of the Pole.\n\n * * * * *","'When Clark leaves the ship for the dash to the Pole, it is three, not\ntwo, of us, after all, that he is going to take with him, making a party\nof four.'","Well, onward through the desert ice I continued my lonely way, with a\nbaleful shrinking terror in my heart; for very stupendous, alas! is the\nburden of that Arctic solitude upon one poor human soul."],["If I were to detail the building of the palace alone, and how it killed\nme nearly, and how I twice fled from it, and had to return, and became","will build a palace, which shall be both a palace and a temple: the\nfirst human temple worthy the King of Heaven, and the only human palace\nworthy the King of Earth.","In this way arose the idea of the Palace--an idea, indeed, which had\nentered my brain before, but merely as a bombastic and visionary outcome","The house itself is very small--only 40 ft. long, by 35 broad, by 27\nhigh: yet the structure as a whole is sufficiently enormous, high","promising to finish the palace, with prayers that as I built so He\nwould build my soul, and save the last man from the enemy. And I set to","built the palace, because some spark bites a man, and he would be\nlike--but that is all vanity, and delusion.","In a few strokes I drew the palace, and herself standing at the portal\nbetween the pillars: and now great was her satisfaction, for she pointed","I had calculated to finish it in twelve years, and I should undoubtedly\nhave finished it in fourteen, instead of in sixteen and seven months,","'I have been duped by the palace: for I have wasted myself in building,\nhoping for peace, and there is no peace. Therefore now I shall fly from","So, a second time, on the 4th March, the poor palace was left to build\nitself. For, after a short trip to Gallipoli, where I got some young","to return to my home after so long wandering, and to finish the temple\nof temples, and the palace of palaces; and I said: 'I will return, and\nbuild it as a testimony to God.'","passed a good many hours in this task, I confining myself to the great\nwhite house in the park overlooking Kassim, where I had once slept,","years; nor would the end have been so long in coming, but for the\nunexpected difficulty of getting the four flat roofs water-tight, for I","end of this book in which I have written, for my almanack and many\nthings that I prized were lost with the palace--making a calendar,\ncounting the days in my head--but counting them across my thoughts of","Pekin, and San Francisco. In spite of the restraining influence of this\npalace, I have burned and burned. I have burned two hundred cities and","* * * * *\n\nSix months ago to-day it was finished: six months more protracted,\ndesolate, burdened, than all those sixteen years in which I built.","in the architecture of the human race recurred to me with interest, and\nthree nights I slept in the temple, examining it by day. It is vast,\nwith that look of solid massiveness which above all characterises the","Some seconds after this, the earthquake, having lasted fully ten\nminutes, began to lull, and soon ceased. I found her an hour later\nstanding among the ruins of her little yali.","The next day she came up to the palace reading a book, which turned out\nto be a cookery-book in English, found at her yali; and a week later,","of eight and ten in the evening, though later they became 10 A.M. to\nnoon, when the reading began, we sitting on the palace-steps before the"],["will build a palace, which shall be both a palace and a temple: the\nfirst human temple worthy the King of Heaven, and the only human palace\nworthy the King of Earth.","In this way arose the idea of the Palace--an idea, indeed, which had\nentered my brain before, but merely as a bombastic and visionary outcome","built the palace, because some spark bites a man, and he would be\nlike--but that is all vanity, and delusion.","If I were to detail the building of the palace alone, and how it killed\nme nearly, and how I twice fled from it, and had to return, and became","In a few strokes I drew the palace, and herself standing at the portal\nbetween the pillars: and now great was her satisfaction, for she pointed","promising to finish the palace, with prayers that as I built so He\nwould build my soul, and save the last man from the enemy. And I set to","'I have been duped by the palace: for I have wasted myself in building,\nhoping for peace, and there is no peace. Therefore now I shall fly from","The palace itself was quite in ruins, together with all its surrounding\nbarracks, mosque, and seraglio, and, as we reached the top of the","beyond, some peeping yali, snow-white palace, or old Armenian cot; and\nthe Seraglio by the sea, a town within a town; and southward the Sea of","So, a second time, on the 4th March, the poor palace was left to build\nitself. For, after a short trip to Gallipoli, where I got some young","The house itself is very small--only 40 ft. long, by 35 broad, by 27\nhigh: yet the structure as a whole is sufficiently enormous, high","The vision of glorious loveliness which is this palace now risen before\nmy eyes cannot be described by pen and paper, though there _may_ be","palace--from memory, for where she lay it is all hidden: yet the palace\nit was, for there were the waving lines meant for the steps, the two","Pekin, and San Francisco. In spite of the restraining influence of this\npalace, I have burned and burned. I have burned two hundred cities and","see the palace, and beyond it, a small space of white sea which had the\nawful appearance of being higher than the land. Down the hill-side I","About a mile up to the west of the palace is a very old ruin in the\ndeepest forest, I think of a mosque, though only three truncated","The next day she came up to the palace reading a book, which turned out\nto be a cookery-book in English, found at her yali; and a week later,","white-skinned freckled nose uncovered, if you like, they being\ncommonplace enough. Meantime, if you care to see how to draw a palace--I\nwill show you.'","out to France with the view of seeking some palace in the Riviera,\nSpain, or perhaps Algiers, there, for the present at least, to make my\nhome.","Well, away with stealthy trot I ran from the abysmal silence of that\nplace, and in Palace Street near made one of those sudden immoderate"],["'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","Twenty hours later we met behind the great saddle-shaped hummock, some\nsix miles to the S.E. of the ship. We had set out at different times, so\nthat no one might suspect. And each brought a ship's-lantern.","She leapt: perhaps two, perhaps three, paces she fled: then stock still\nshe stood--within some four yards of me--with panting nostrils, with\nenquiring face.","But this time I had hardly advanced twenty steps, when I heard a frail\nand strangled cry, apparently in mid-air behind me, and glancing, saw","But the very first near glance showed a singular kind of bear. Wilson\nput his hand to the head, and a lax skin came away at his touch.... It\nwas Aubrey Maitland who was underneath it, and I had shot him dead.","Well, on the fourth, or the fifth, evening after this, just as the sun\nwas sinking beyond the rim of the sea, I happened to look where he hung","On hands and knees I crept toward the acacia-thicket, entered it a\nlittle, and leaning far forward, peered. And there--at once--ten yards\nto my right--I saw.","of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I","That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.","between Vevay and Ouchy I was very careful not to meet her. The more I\nsaw that she bejewelled herself, powdered herself, embalmed herself like","One minute after my first actual sight of her my extravagance of\nagitation, I say, died down to something like calm. The earth was mine","And when those long-dead screws awoke and moved, bearing me toward the\nOuter Basin, I saw her stand darkling, lonely, on the Quai through","lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found","opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent","the thicket to the well, and gave it her. She took it, but looked\nfoolish, not eating. I then, with my forefinger, put a little into her","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'"],["him behind, turn back to the ship, nor mend the bag. So it happened that\nat the end of the fourth day out, we had made only nineteen miles, and","I could not sleep that night: for all the operations of my mind and body\nseemed in abeyance. Mechanically I turned the ship westward again; and","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","Worn as I was, I made little delay to set out for that ship; and I had\nnot travelled over water and ice four hours when, to my in-describable","As he spoke I let the gun drop. It was better so. I knew that he was\nmuch the best shot on the ship, and I an indifferent one: but I did not\ncare, I did not care, if I was killed.","port, and went on further south, no longer bothering with the\ninstruments, but coasting at hap-hazard, now in sight of land, and now","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","By this time, the form had passed the kennels, reached the bows, and now\nwas making toward me on the starboard side. I took aim. Never, I","Twenty hours later we met behind the great saddle-shaped hummock, some\nsix miles to the S.E. of the ship. We had set out at different times, so\nthat no one might suspect. And each brought a ship's-lantern.","This ship had evidently been stricken silent in the midst of a perfect\ndrama of activity, for I saw not one of her crew of sixty-two who was","However, on the fourth day, a rough swell which knocked the ship about,\nand made me very uncomfortable, coaxed me into moving; and I did so with\nbows turned eastward and southward.","Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in","And from that day he and I had hardly exchanged ten words, in spite of\nour constant companionship in the vessel; and one day, standing alone on","whim took me then and there to leave all, and clean her as far as I\ncould. I at once went on board, descended to the hold, took off my","cleaning, and so, in mere wanton fun, had crept on deck at the hour of\nhis watch. The head of the bear-skin, and the fog, must have prevented\nhim from seeing me taking aim.","instrument. This done, I went down among the ships by the wharves, and\nfixed upon the first old green air-boat that seemed fairly sound, broke","any part of it. There was nothing to do but to tranship, with all my\nthings, to its engine, which I found in good condition with plenty of","And when I saw that, I dropped down upon my knees at the capstan, and my\npoor heart sobbed out the frail cry: 'Well, Lord God, Thou hast\ndestroyed the work of Thy hand...'","nothing. I rolled driver and stoker--the guard was absent--one to the\nplatform, one upon the rails: and I took their place there. At about","I could have made short work, and landed at Hull: but I would not: I was\nso afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used to\nthe silence of the sea: but I was afraid of the silence of England."],["somewhat below the waist, and pretty tight-fitting; and, making her lie\non the couch, I put upon her little feet little yellow baboosh-slippers,","I made her step into a pair of the trousers called _shintiyan_ made of\nyellow-striped white-silk; this, by a running string, I tied loosely","That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.","the walls, and pale rose-silk hangings. On the divan I had heaped a\nnumber of selected garments, and having shewed her how to towel herself,","training her skirt like a court-lady, and looking much taller than\nbefore. I believe that this new dressing produced a separation between\nus more complete than it might have been; and especially after that day","opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent","I bore down upon her, waving: and soon I saw her stand like an ancient\nmariner, but in white muslins that fluttered, at her wheel on the","which I peeped hidden and wet with dew. She has had the assurance to\nmodify the dress I put upon her, and was herself a butterfly, for","her nakedness, covering her below the hips, some strings of it falling,\ntoo, into the water: her eyes, a dark blue, were wide in a most silly","I stood with hanging arm, forefinger on trigger, looking at her. I saw\nher glance once at the weapon, and then she fixed her eyes upwards upon","Already she wears her outfit as coquettishly as though born to clothes.\nWithout at all seeming observant--for, on the contrary, she gives an","immediately subsided to the floor again, being in evident pain. I pulled\nher up, and made her limp after me through several halls to the inner","She stood up motionless, at a loss. She took a lock of her hair, and\ndrew it through her lips. There was some look in her eyes, which I","number of girls in uniform opposite the Guildhall--half-way up the\nstreet. She must have been spun down, arm over arm, for the wind was","two-and-two appearance, made very repulsive by their jewels and\nevening-dress. I had to steel my heart to go through this house, for I","the thicket to the well, and gave it her. She took it, but looked\nfoolish, not eating. I then, with my forefinger, put a little into her","stinging slaps, one on each cheek. While she cowered, surprised no\ndoubt, I took her by the hand, led her back to the boat, landed on the","What made things worse for me was her adoption of European clothes since\ncoming to this place: I believe that, in her adroit way, she herself","face, where, however, the freckles were not quite whited out; on her\nfeet little pink satin slippers, without any stockings--a divinely pale","she must needs wear the yashmak she has never once asked; and how much\nshe divines, knows, or intends, I have no idea, continually questioning"],["On the early morning of the next day, the 9th, I having come back to\nPortsmouth about eleven the previous night, when I bid her 'Good\nmorning' through the telephone, she said 'Good morning,' and not another\nword. I said:","called, and she appeared. And I said to her: 'Come down here.'","gone from the telephone, I still stood there, hoarsely calling after\nher: 'My wife! My wife!'","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","reached, by what aids, and why they failed. Her eyes shone; she listened\neagerly. Before this time, indeed, she had been interested in the","And when I was away, and out on the bright and breezy sea, I called to\nher, crying out: '_I am coming!_' And I knew that she heard me, and that","France. And a thought smote me, and after another ten minutes I turned\nthe ship's head back, my face screwed with pain, God knows, like a man","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","Ah, the thought took me then, how, on the morrow, she would ring, and\nhave no answer; and she would ring again, and have no answer; and she","had, I think, the thought in my head to return to Vauclaire in France,\nwhere I had lived, and there live: for I thought that she might like","We came to Havre--infirm, infirm of will that I was: for in my deep\nheart was the secret, hidden away from my own upper self, that, she\nbeing at Havre, and I at Portsmouth, we could still speak together.","During dinner, and after, I read the book, with some difficulty, for it\nwas pen-written in French, and discoloured, and it turned out to be the","'Oh, but how can you be so _cluel_ to me?' she cries, and ah, there was\nanguish in that voice! 'There is something to tell--there _is!_ Don't I\nknow it vely well by your voice?'","'Well, that was what I asked--\"are you there\"?'\n\n'But I not here, I am there,' says she.","in a hurry, and that sweet invisible mechanism which had crooned and\ncrooned about my ears in the air, and followed me whithersoever I went,\nstopped too. Down she jumped, calling out:","This girl! what a history! After existing twenty years in a sunless\nworld hardly three acres wide, she one day suddenly saw the only sky","crying out: 'Good God! save the girl!' and a minute later rushed out, to\nmy surprise, into open space on a hill-side. On the lower ground I could","evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying","Paris (I think), long before the poison-cloud, a little Brazilian boy of\nthe colour of weak coffee-and-milk, of whom she now constantly reminds","at the telephone, or even to my own guilty heart not a word. But in the\nsilent depths of my being I felt this fact: that this must be a 35-knot"],["of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","on his face. Oh, well, I would not, and could not!--she was my love--I\nstood like marble...","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.","As she said this, I saw her under-lip push out and tremble, as when she\nis near to crying, and her eyes moisten: but a moment after she looked","knowing that I could not kill her while she was smiling; and suddenly,\nall my pity and love for her changed into a strange resentment and rage","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","Now I saw the push and tortion and trembling of her poor little\nunder-lip, boding tears: and at once a flame was in me which was","door which she would not let me open, feeling her all the time behind\nme, watching me. And when I did get out, I was away up the length of the","I would not let her be there with me another instant. I got down into\nthe boat, and when she followed, I rowed her back all the way past","'Oh, but how can you be so _cluel_ to me?' she cries, and ah, there was\nanguish in that voice! 'There is something to tell--there _is!_ Don't I\nknow it vely well by your voice?'","But _this_ I understand: that it is _the White_ who is Master here: that\nthough he wins but by a hair, yet he wins, he wins: and since he wins,\ndance, dance, my heart.","kiss him? or that you may fall upon him, and murder him?' And I answered\nsullenly in my dream: 'I would not murder him. I do not wish to murder\nanyone.'","'Do I really?' she answered with that haughty, stiff half-turn of her\nthroat: 'then I must be more exquisite. But, thank Heaven, it is only a\njest. Women are no longer admired for doing such things.'","I have taken a dead girl with wild huggings to my bosom; and I have\ntouched the corrupted lip, and spat upon her face, and tossed her down,","opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent","One minute after my first actual sight of her my extravagance of\nagitation, I say, died down to something like calm. The earth was mine","I waited for her to open her mouth to say something--to stop that\nsmile--that I might shoot her quick and sudden: and she would not,","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'"],["poet Milton, found in a glazed book-case on the other side of the\nfire-place: and most strange, most novel, I found those august words","But what made me remember this house was that I found here on one of the\nsofas a newspaper: _The Kent Express_; and sitting unconscious of my\ndead neighbour, I pored a long while over what was written there.","there; and in the pillar the word 'Byron' engraved. This made me\nremember that a poet of that name had written something about this\nplace, and two days afterwards I actually came upon three volumes of the","dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the","dead the moment he opened the door. Him, by drawing his feet aside, I\nremoved, locked the door upon myself, sat at the table before the dusty\nfile, and, with the little lamp near, began to search.","that night which I will not put down on paper. At last, however, pretty\nlate in the evening, I spied a large mansion with green lattice-work","under low curves of black hair. The poet, strange to say, had not died\nwith them, but sat in the sitting-room behind the bedroom in a long","When I had read this, and the rest of the paper, which had one whole\nsheet-side blank, I sat a long hour there, eyeing a little patch of the","to make for Woolwich, but in the car saw the poet's note-book in which I\nhad written: and I took it, went back, and was writing an hour, till I","And this second thing I remember: that on reaching home, I walked into\nmy disordered library (for I had had to hunt out some books), where I","that she should see it; went up straight to her rooms with the book,\nand, she being away, ferreted among her things to see what she was","mounted to the first landing, and tried the door, but it was locked; I\nmounted to the second: the door was open, and with a chill reluctance I","Turning the corner of the next street, I saw wide-open the door of a\nsubstantial large house, and went in. From bottom to top there was no","During dinner, and after, I read the book, with some difficulty, for it\nwas pen-written in French, and discoloured, and it turned out to be the","wood, and very cleverly lit it. And there for several hours I sat that\nnight, reading (the first time for many years): it was a book by the","of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I","I thought that I would go into that house, and walk through it from top\nto bottom, and sit in it, and spit in it, and stamp in it, in spite of","I threw myself into a chair my eye fell upon the open print near the\nbeginning. The print was very large, and a shaded lamp cast a light upon","effort of the mortal act, I said: 'At Seven.' I then locked the door\nwhich opens upon three little steps near the desk, and also the","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'"],["Worn as I was, I made little delay to set out for that ship; and I had\nnot travelled over water and ice four hours when, to my in-describable","In big black letters on the round retreating yellow stern my eye-corner\ncaught the word _Yaroslav_, as I bent over the rail to retch and cough\nand vomit at her. She was a horrid thing.","By a paddle-stroke now, and another presently, I had closely approached\nher about four in the afternoon, though my awe of the ship was","Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in","By this time, the form had passed the kennels, reached the bows, and now\nwas making toward me on the starboard side. I took aim. Never, I","instrument. This done, I went down among the ships by the wharves, and\nfixed upon the first old green air-boat that seemed fairly sound, broke","was bent upon wracking itself to pieces. My first thought was of her,\nand in great scare I went running, calling in the direction which she\nhad gone, staggering as on the deck of some labouring ship, falling,","ship, I was led on and on, in a somewhat north-western direction, I\nfancy. Somewhere hereabouts, I thought, was the place they called 'The","Twenty hours later we met behind the great saddle-shaped hummock, some\nsix miles to the S.E. of the ship. We had set out at different times, so\nthat no one might suspect. And each brought a ship's-lantern.","This ship had evidently been stricken silent in the midst of a perfect\ndrama of activity, for I saw not one of her crew of sixty-two who was","Well, after a long time, I lifted myself to look again at that forlorn\nand wandering craft. There she lay, quiet, tragic, as it were culpable","However, on the fourth day, a rough swell which knocked the ship about,\nand made me very uncomfortable, coaxed me into moving; and I did so with\nbows turned eastward and southward.","I was certain now that Sallitt it was who looked across the ice: but\nwhen the ship swung a little round, I noticed that the direction of his\ngaze was carried with her movement, he no longer looking my way.","I could not sleep that night: for all the operations of my mind and body\nseemed in abeyance. Mechanically I turned the ship westward again; and","I trudged on wearily till I came to the quay of Foundoucli, and the\nzaptia boat; and there she was with me still, her hair nothing but a\nthin drowned string down her back.","And when I was away, and out on the bright and breezy sea, I called to\nher, crying out: '_I am coming!_' And I knew that she heard me, and that","A phantom ship, or a real ship: it was all one; real, I must have\ninstantly felt, it could not be: but at a sight so incredible my heart","Not a sound, not one: only the languidly-working engines of the\n_Boreal_. Here, it was clear, the Angel of Silence had passed, and his\nscythe mown.","It had entered the ship, I concluded, by the boards which slanted from\nan opening in the port bulwarks down to the ice. Once before, in","him behind, turn back to the ship, nor mend the bag. So it happened that\nat the end of the fourth day out, we had made only nineteen miles, and"],["of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","'You discuss the matter as gravely as though it were a possibility,\nClark,' I said, smiling. 'Such a thought would never enter my head:\nthere is, first of all, my _fiancée_----'","_Maitland_: 'Oh yes, that's all very fine talk, Jeffson! But is it quite","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","One minute after my first actual sight of her my extravagance of\nagitation, I say, died down to something like calm. The earth was mine","'Well, we need not discuss the point, as Peters is not going to die,'\nsaid he. 'Still, if anything did happen to him, you know, it is you I\nshould come straight to, Adam Jeffson.'","'Oh, highly recommended people of my own.'\n\n'At any rate, my dream about you comes true, Jeffson. It is clear that\nPeters is out of the running now.'\n\nI shrugged.","of the weapon--that crack, my God! and crying out: 'Well, Lord, she has\ndied for me, then!' I tottered forward, and tumbled upon her, where she","hers, because, forsooth, I was neither a rich nor a noble match. A\nsister of hers, much older than herself, had married a common country","She was at this date no longer young, being by five years my senior, as\nalso, by five years, the senior of her nephew, born from the marriage of","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","there! 'Adam Jeffson,' I muttered reproachfully when it was over, 'could\nthat poor thing in the frame have been you?'","'Do I really?' she answered with that haughty, stiff half-turn of her\nthroat: 'then I must be more exquisite. But, thank Heaven, it is only a\njest. Women are no longer admired for doing such things.'","Christian names, and family names, their age, and thought, and way of\nlife, and beards; till the desire arose within me to go to her, and see;","Our proposed marriage was opposed by both my family and hers: by mine,\nbecause her father and grandfather had died in lunatic asylums; and by","tell you in the old Pitman's something about her. Her name was Miss Mary\nWilson; she was about thirty when I met her, forty-five when she died,"],["contained, I knew, my likeness: for eight years previously I had given\nit her. It was Clodagh, the poisoner.","a Poisoner, you see? She poisoned a poor man who trusted her: and that\nis your name now--not Eve, but Clodagh--to remind me, you most dangerous","that he was poisoned with atropine. Wilson, the electrician, who had\npassed the evening with him at Clodagh's in Hanover Square, was there.","'I am _not_ a Poisoner!'\n\n'Well,' said I, 'all right: tell me whatever you like that I should call\nyou, and henceforth I will call you that.'","'Come, come, don't be a little maniac!' I went. 'Clodagh was a\n_poisoner_....'\n\n'Why did she poison? Had she not enough dates and wine?'","I suppose it must have been about noon. I sat staring a minute, and my\nfirst numb thought was somehow this: that the Countess Clodagh had","whereupon the poison, still active, must have instantly ended them. I\nfound afterwards that this expedient of making air-tight had been widely\nresorted to; and it might well have proved successful, if both the","'What on earth is the matter?' he said to me.\n\n'Poisoned,' I answered.\n\n'Good God! what with?'\n\n'Atropine.'","'Then why call me Clodagh, since _I_ am not a poisoner?'\n\n'I call you so to remind me: lest you--lest you--should become\nmy--lover, too.'","These were the last intelligible words he ever spoke. He died shortly\nbefore 1 A.M. He had been poisoned by a powerful dose of atropine.","'Ah, the all-important Countess, eh?--Well, but she, as far as I know\nthe lady, would be the first to force you to go. The chance of stamping","And I am now writing three weeks later at a little place called\nChâteau-les-Roses, and no poison-cloud, and no sign of any poison-cloud,\nhas come. And this I do not understand.","'Your lover killed him--with _your_ collusion. Why, I heard you, man, in\nyour beastly sleep, calling the whole thing out. And I was pretty sure","'He is my nephew: I should know. But don't look dumbfoundered in that\nabsurd fashion: I have no intention of poisoning him in order to see you\na multimillionaire, and a Peer of the Realm....'","Paris (I think), long before the poison-cloud, a little Brazilian boy of\nthe colour of weak coffee-and-milk, of whom she now constantly reminds","old, his occupation to peep, his one faculty to scent, his honey and his\nachievement to unearth the infinitely unimportant? I would kill her\nfirst!","of the weapon--that crack, my God! and crying out: 'Well, Lord, she has\ndied for me, then!' I tottered forward, and tumbled upon her, where she","'Yes, I think--that is, if he leaves off taking the drug, Wilson.'\n\n'What! it is he who has poisoned himself?'\n\nI hesitated, I hesitated. But I said:","But I was saying that when Clark left me, I was drawing on my gloves to\ngo to see my _fiancée_, the Countess Clodagh, when I heard the two\nvoices most clearly.","breathed carbonic anhydride, which is a direct narcotic poison. Whether\nthe two with cut throats had sacrificed themselves for the others when"],["The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:","The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to","drift continued, to leave the ship about the middle of next March for\nthe dash to the Pole. He would take with him the four reindeer, all the","This had also been the plan of the last expedition--that of the\n_Nix_--and of several others. The _Boreal_ only differed from the _Nix_,","'Do you mean,' said I, 'that I want to put you out of the way in order\nto go in your place to the Pole? Is that your meaning, man?'","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\nfamiliar to me as my own name.","'Do you know what I dreamed about you last night, Adam Jeffson? I\ndreamed that you were with us on the expedition.'","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","'The man who first plants his foot on the North Pole will certainly be\nennobled. I say nothing of the many millions... I only wish that I was\na man!'","fitted him for an Arctic expedition, had re-asserted itself. He was then\nleaning on an elbow, talking to Wilson, and except his pallor, and","I did not care. Instinctively, daftly, brutishly, I harnessed ten of\nthem to my sledge; put on Canadian snow-shoes: and was away\nnorthward--alone.","to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.","the anticipation of their gladness to see me, their excitement to hear\nthe grand tidings of the Pole attained. Anon I waved the paddle, though","Well, there was sledging with the dogs, and bear-hunting among the\nhummocks, as the months, one by one, went by. One day Wilson, by far our","Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac."],["If I were to detail the building of the palace alone, and how it killed\nme nearly, and how I twice fled from it, and had to return, and became","In this way arose the idea of the Palace--an idea, indeed, which had\nentered my brain before, but merely as a bombastic and visionary outcome","built the palace, because some spark bites a man, and he would be\nlike--but that is all vanity, and delusion.","will build a palace, which shall be both a palace and a temple: the\nfirst human temple worthy the King of Heaven, and the only human palace\nworthy the King of Earth.","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","The house itself is very small--only 40 ft. long, by 35 broad, by 27\nhigh: yet the structure as a whole is sufficiently enormous, high","promising to finish the palace, with prayers that as I built so He\nwould build my soul, and save the last man from the enemy. And I set to","In a few strokes I drew the palace, and herself standing at the portal\nbetween the pillars: and now great was her satisfaction, for she pointed","'I have been duped by the palace: for I have wasted myself in building,\nhoping for peace, and there is no peace. Therefore now I shall fly from","So, a second time, on the 4th March, the poor palace was left to build\nitself. For, after a short trip to Gallipoli, where I got some young","I had calculated to finish it in twelve years, and I should undoubtedly\nhave finished it in fourteen, instead of in sixteen and seven months,","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","* * * * *\n\nSix months ago to-day it was finished: six months more protracted,\ndesolate, burdened, than all those sixteen years in which I built.","years; nor would the end have been so long in coming, but for the\nunexpected difficulty of getting the four flat roofs water-tight, for I","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","The vision of glorious loveliness which is this palace now risen before\nmy eyes cannot be described by pen and paper, though there _may_ be","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","to return to my home after so long wandering, and to finish the temple\nof temples, and the palace of palaces; and I said: 'I will return, and\nbuild it as a testimony to God.'","in a town like Dover alone, to last me five or six hundred years, if I\ncould live so long; and, having eaten, I descended The Shaft, and spent"],["of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying","large plain floor of plaster, which bore the marks of the flames; and\nover this the girl ran a few steps, pointed with excited recognition to\na hole in it, ran further, and disappeared down the hole.","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","There were places in that city!--secrets, vastnesses, horrors! In the\nwine-vaults at London Docks was a vat which must certainly have","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","number of girls in uniform opposite the Guildhall--half-way up the\nstreet. She must have been spun down, arm over arm, for the wind was","of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I","I found the girl still asleep at the house-door, and stirring her with\nmy foot, woke her. She leapt up with a start of surprise, and a","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","This girl! what a history! After existing twenty years in a sunless\nworld hardly three acres wide, she one day suddenly saw the only sky","crying out: 'Good God! save the girl!' and a minute later rushed out, to\nmy surprise, into open space on a hill-side. On the lower ground I could","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","immediately subsided to the floor again, being in evident pain. I pulled\nher up, and made her limp after me through several halls to the inner","over it had been singed away, and the gate all charred. It gave way at a\npush from my palm. The girl was close behind me. I next threw open a","dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","somewhat below the waist, and pretty tight-fitting; and, making her lie\non the couch, I put upon her little feet little yellow baboosh-slippers,","however, half blinded, to Peters door. It was locked: but immediately\nnear the pavement was a window, the lower sash up, into which, with"],["already she can speak English with a quite considerable vocabulary, and\nperfect correctness (except that she does not pronounce the letter 'r');","* * * * *\n\nNot only can she not speak to me in any language that I know: but she\ncan speak in _no_ language: it is my firm belief that she has _never_\nspoken.","I took her hand, and got her to understand that I wanted her to repeat\nafter me.\n\n\"White,\" said I.\n\n\"Hwhite,\" said she.","That morning, meeting her in the court, I had told her to repeat some\nwords after me: but she had made no attempt, as if shy to break the long","'Prevail,' said I.\n\n'Fffail,' said she, pronouncing the 'v' with a long fluttering\n'f'-sound.\n\n'Pre-vail,' said I.","This I discovered, not at once, but gradually. She would emit a stream\nof sounds in the trance state--I can hardly call it _speech_, so","whether I would follow, and then returning. At length yesterday, after\nsitting to eat, she jumped up, and to my infinite surprise, said her\nfirst word: said it with a most quaint, experimental effort of the","'Oh, but how can you be so _cluel_ to me?' she cries, and ah, there was\nanguish in that voice! 'There is something to tell--there _is!_ Don't I\nknow it vely well by your voice?'","and began again, and ceased, and spelled at me. For, above a shop which\nfaced me was a flag, a red flag with white letters, fluttering on the","This creature has a way of mincing her pressed lips, while she shakes\nthe head, intensely cooing a fond laugh: and so she did then.","is this: I heard her one afternoon murmuring in the intonation used when\n_reading_; the matter interested me; I asked her where she was. She","She stood up motionless, at a loss. She took a lock of her hair, and\ndrew it through her lips. There was some look in her eyes, which I","Then, the little hairs at her lip-corners still wet, says she:","replied: \"Us are forty-five miles within: us read, and another writes\";\nfrom which I concluded that she was some fifteen to thirty years in the","As she said this, I saw her under-lip push out and tremble, as when she\nis near to crying, and her eyes moisten: but a moment after she looked","dead, where I stood, or bite my tongue through, or shriek the high laugh\nof distraction. But when at last, after quite thirty or forty minutes\nshe spoke, her voice was perfectly firm and calm. She said:","opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent","'It is the paladox of the heart,' says she.\n\n'The what?'\n\n'The paladox,' says she.","door which she would not let me open, feeling her all the time behind\nme, watching me. And when I did get out, I was away up the length of the","I could not speak. She broke an awkward silence, saying, very faint and\npallid:\n\n'It is the day!'"],["Pekin, and San Francisco. In spite of the restraining influence of this\npalace, I have burned and burned. I have burned two hundred cities and","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","five square miles, I burned; and Abbéville I burned; and Amiens I\nburned; and three forests between Amiens and Paris I burned; and Paris I","another month, and came leaving great tracts of burned desolation behind\nme, towns and forests, Bordeaux burned, Lebourne burned, Bergerac\nburned.","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","burned; burning and burning during four months, leaving behind me\nsmoking districts, a long tract of ravage, like some being of the Pit\nthat blights where pass his flaming wings.","Well, one morning after four months, I opened my eyes in my cell to the\npiercing consciousness that I had burned Monpont over-night: and so","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","London in England was larger: but no city, surely, ever _seemed_ so\nlarge. But it is flimsy, and will burn like tinder. The houses are made","possible. Once I passed through a city (Adrianople) doubly devastated,\nonce by the hellish arson of my own hand, and once by the earthquake:","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.","and a danger, that such a horror should be, I at once set to work to\ngather combustibles to burn the building to the ground.","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","Nagasaki, and burned it; and how I crossed over the great Pacific deep\nto San Francisco, for I knew that Chinamen had been there, too, and one","over cities, and only burned in that limited and languid way on account\nof the ponderous volumes of carbonic anhydride with which they must, of","This of city-burning has now become a habit with me more enchaining--and\ninfinitely more debased--than ever was opium to the smoker, or alcohol","thousands of feluccas, caiques, gondolas and merchantmen aflame. On my\nleft burned all Scutari; and between six and eight in the evening I had","comes, and does not fail, encumber the streets of London, Manchester,\nLiverpool. The guides of the nation have fled; the father stabs his","alone--that London should have been built only in order that _I_ might\nenjoy the vast heroic spectacle of its burning--that all history, and\nall civilisation should have existed only in order to accumulate for"],["That instant an odour arose, and came, and struck upon my brain, most\ndetestable, most execrable; and while one might count ten, I was aware","And all here that odour of blossoms, which nowhere yet, save on one vile\nship, had failed, was now wholly overcome by another: and the thought","of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'","'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\n\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'","strange odour of peach-blossom, a mere whiff of it, and presently\nafterwards was taken sick. However, it passed off this time in a couple\nof hours.","not fail to have more or less embalming effects upon the bodies which it\nsaturated. I rushed stifling from that place; and thinking it a pity,","very strong peach-odour in this closed shop, which displeased me. I then\nproceeded southward and westward through by-streets, seeking some","quiet room was still perceptibly peach-scented, and he gave not the\nslightest odour that I could detect, though he had been corporal and","and 'Man,' I said, 'is decomposing': for I knew it well: it was the\nodour of human corruption.","Before I could collect my astonished senses, I began to vomit pretty\nviolently, and at the same time saw some of the dogs, mere skeletons as","complicated by that perfume of hers, whose fearful effects I knew. My\ntentative approach, however, proved to me, when I remained unaffected,","'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\n\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\nstopped and faced him.","Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\ninfuriate flood.'","'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\nyou know.'","projected a little the muzzles of three rifles, which must have glutted\nthemselves with slaughter; and when, after a horror of disgust, having","Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\n\nI heard Wilson cry out:\n\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'","which I had seen till then, so far from smelling ill, seemed to give out\na certain perfume of the peach. She was evidently one of those many","two-and-two appearance, made very repulsive by their jewels and\nevening-dress. I had to steel my heart to go through this house, for I","Well, on I staggered, fighting every inch of my deplorably weary way.\nThis odour of peach-blossom, my sickness, and the death of the two dogs,\nremained a wonder to me.","'Well?' said Clark.\n\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\n\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark."],["THE END.\n\n\n\n\n\nEnd of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Purple Cloud, by M.P. Shiel","cloud, and provision ourselves for six months--for it is perfectly\nfeasible, and we have plenty of time, and no crowds to break down our\nbarricades--and there in the deep earth we will live sweetly together,","THE PURPLE CLOUD\n\nBy\n\nM.P. Shiel\n\n1901","(_Here begins the note-book marked 'III.'_)\n\n\n\n\nTHE PURPLE CLOUD","crying out: 'Good God! save the girl!' and a minute later rushed out, to\nmy surprise, into open space on a hill-side. On the lower ground I could","GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PURPLE CLOUD ***\n\n\n\n\nProduced by Suzanne Shell, Garrett Alley, Maria Khomenko and PG\nDistributed Proofreaders","And I am now writing three weeks later at a little place called\nChâteau-les-Roses, and no poison-cloud, and no sign of any poison-cloud,\nhas come. And this I do not understand.","For she has appropriated the Almighty God to herself, naming Him '_my_\nGod'--the impudence: though she generally knows what she is saying, too.\nAnd she would not fly the cloud.","'Because once, long ago before the poison-cloud, I had a lover called\nClodagh: and she was a....'","No purple cloud could I see as, on and on, for two hours, I tore\nsouthward: but at hot noon, on the weather beam I spied through the","'Is this the end? We do not, and cannot, believe it. Will the pure sky\nwhich we to-day see above us be invaded in nine days, or less, by this","'Purple, Leda,' said I.\n\n'And it had a smell like almonds or peach blossoms, did it not?' says\nshe.\n\n'Yes,' said I, 'yes.'","mixed from its base to the clouds with languid tongues of purple flame,\nrose-coloured at their edges. This, Sloggett explained, was the","over it had been singed away, and the gate all charred. It gave way at a\npush from my palm. The girl was close behind me. I next threw open a","'I cannot see it...!' I cried.\n\n'Then it has not tlavelled far enough to the north-west yet,' she said\nwith decision.","dead, where I stood, or bite my tongue through, or shriek the high laugh\nof distraction. But when at last, after quite thirty or forty minutes\nshe spoke, her voice was perfectly firm and calm. She said:","of this Earth shall be no poison-cloud, I say to you, but Carnival and\nHarvest-home ... though ye have sinned, poor hearts ...'","of wrath, that I could not move a finger. When at last I did sit up, the\ngirl was standing near me, with a sort of smile, holding out to me the\ncangiar in a pouring rain.","purple ash on a waxed board near the corner where the girl sat with her\ntime-pieces, so useless in her Eternity; and there was not a feeling in","I knew very well that they had not died of the cloud-poison, for the\npestilence of the ward was unmixed with that odour of peach which did"]],"string":"[\n [\n \"relatives. But Clodagh's extraordinary passion for me was to be stemmed\\nneither by their threats nor prayers. What a flame, after all, was\\nClodagh! Sometimes she frightened me.\",\n \"Clodagh was standing at a window holding a rose at her face. For quite a\\nminute she made no reply. I saw her sharp-cut, florid face in profile,\\nsteadily bent and smelling. She said presently in her cold, rapid way:\",\n \"I suppose it must have been about noon. I sat staring a minute, and my\\nfirst numb thought was somehow this: that the Countess Clodagh had\",\n \"prayed me 'Be first'--for her. Wondrous little now cared I for the\\nCountess Clodagh in her far unreal world of warmth--precious little for\",\n \"But I was saying that when Clark left me, I was drawing on my gloves to\\ngo to see my _fiancée_, the Countess Clodagh, when I heard the two\\nvoices most clearly.\",\n \"'For _me_ you will, Adam--' she began.\\n\\n'\\\"_Will_,\\\" Clodagh?' I cried. 'You say \\\"_will_\\\"? there is not even the\\nslightest shadow of a probability--!'\",\n \"contained, I knew, my likeness: for eight years previously I had given\\nit her. It was Clodagh, the poisoner.\",\n \"And a third thing I remember in all that turmoil of doubt and flurry:\\nthat as the ship moved down with the afternoon tide a telegram was put\\ninto my hand; it was a last word from Clodagh; and she said only this:\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"'My dearest Clodagh!'\\n\\n'I easily might, however. He will be here presently. He is bringing Mr.\\nWilson for the evening.' (Wilson was going as electrician of the\\nexpedition.)\",\n \"It seemed to last a month: yet it was only some minutes before I was in\\nHanover Square, and Clodagh in my arms.\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"This conversation occurred in the dining-room of Peters' house: and as\\nwe passed through the door, I saw Clodagh gliding down the passage\\noutside--rapidly--away from us.\",\n \"'Clodagh! Clodagh! _Spare the man...!_'\\n\\nMy eyes, starting with horror, opened to waking; the electric light was\\nshining in the cabin; and there stood David Wilson looking at me.\",\n \"'Ah, the all-important Countess, eh?--Well, but she, as far as I know\\nthe lady, would be the first to force you to go. The chance of stamping\",\n \"'Good-night, Clodagh.'\\n\\nShe did not answer promptly: and her answer, to my surprise, was a\\nprotest against her name: for a rather sulky, yet gentle, voice came\\nfrom the darkness, saying:\",\n \"'Leally? How caplicious! And am I like that?--but what were you saying\\nthat your lover, Clodagh, was?'\\n\\n'She was a Poisoner.'\",\n \"'_I_! I did not start, Clodagh! What made you think that I started? I\\ndid not start! Who told you, Clodagh, that Peters takes atropine?'\",\n \"'And talking of Clodagh,' I went on, 'I shall call you that henceforth,\\nto keep me reminded. So that is your name--not Eve--but Clodagh, who was\",\n \"An ordinary chat began, while Clodagh turned up Peters' sleeve, and,\\nkneeling there, injected his fore-arm. As she rose, laughing at\"\n ],\n [\n \"'The man who first plants his foot on the North Pole will certainly be\\nennobled. I say nothing of the many millions... I only wish that I was\\na man!'\",\n \"The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:\",\n \"expedition, whose foot first reached the 90th degree of north latitude,\\nwho would have title to the fortune.\",\n \"The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though\",\n \"'You mean if _I_ personally were the first to stand at the Pole. But\\nthere are many in an expedition. It is very unlikely that _I_,\\npersonally--'\",\n \"was within five hundred yards of her, had worked myself to such a pitch,\\nthat I was again shouting that futile madness: 'Hullo! Hi! Bravo! _I\\nhave been to the Pole!_'\",\n \"man, of whatever nationality, who first reached the Pole.\",\n \"drift continued, to leave the ship about the middle of next March for\\nthe dash to the Pole. He would take with him the four reindeer, all the\",\n \"before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\\nfamiliar to me as my own name.\",\n \"to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.\",\n \"We were within ten miles of the Pole.\\n\\n * * * * *\",\n \"But assuming the existence of this 'Black' and this 'White' being--and\\nsupposing it to be a fact that my reaching the Pole had any connection\",\n \"Black and White, as in the case of Adam and the fruit, that, should\\nmankind force his way to the Pole and the old forbidden secret biding\",\n \"'Do you mean,' said I, 'that I want to put you out of the way in order\\nto go in your place to the Pole? Is that your meaning, man?'\",\n \"Such was the actual wording of the will--_'the man who first reached'_:\\nand from this loose method of designating the person intended had\",\n \"the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,\",\n \"the anticipation of their gladness to see me, their excitement to hear\\nthe grand tidings of the Pole attained. Anon I waved the paddle, though\",\n \"one's foot on the North Pole does not occur to a man every day, my son.'\",\n \"Under these conditions, man becomes in a few days, not a savage only,\\nbut a mere beast, hardly a grade above the bear and walrus. Ah, the ice!\\nA long and sordid nightmare was that, God knows.\",\n \"Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to\"\n ],\n [\n \"The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:\",\n \"it. I had been hearing Mackay's wild comparison of the Pole with the\\ntree of Eden, and that no doubt was the reason why such a start\",\n \"before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\\nfamiliar to me as my own name.\",\n \"The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though\",\n \"to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.\",\n \"Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to\",\n \"'I cannot see it...!' I cried.\\n\\n'Then it has not tlavelled far enough to the north-west yet,' she said\\nwith decision.\",\n \"I did not know, and I had neither the means, nor the force of mind,\\nalas! to dive then further into the mystery; I understood only that by\\nsome extraordinary means the air of the region just south of the Polar\",\n \"The first--and chief--is that tempest of words which I heard at\\nKensington from that big-mouthed Mackay on the Sunday night. What was it\",\n \"Black_' which carried me, in spite of all obstacles, to the Pole. So far\\nI can understand.\",\n \"the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,\",\n \"But assuming the existence of this 'Black' and this 'White' being--and\\nsupposing it to be a fact that my reaching the Pole had any connection\",\n \"I could have come to land a long time before I did: but I would not: I\\nwas so afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used\",\n \"I could have made short work, and landed at Hull: but I would not: I was\\nso afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used to\\nthe silence of the sea: but I was afraid of the silence of England.\",\n \"Black and White, as in the case of Adam and the fruit, that, should\\nmankind force his way to the Pole and the old forbidden secret biding\",\n \"Under these conditions, man becomes in a few days, not a savage only,\\nbut a mere beast, hardly a grade above the bear and walrus. Ah, the ice!\\nA long and sordid nightmare was that, God knows.\",\n \"Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.\",\n \"cruised northward, searching for land, and for a long time would not\\nbelieve the evidence of the instruments, thinking that they wilfully\",\n \"This had also been the plan of the last expedition--that of the\\n_Nix_--and of several others. The _Boreal_ only differed from the _Nix_,\",\n \"Within the ten years preceding the _Boreal_ expedition, no less than\\ntwenty-seven expeditions had set out, and failed.\"\n ],\n [\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"sixty--perhaps eighty: and now, to my sudden horror, I stood by a\\ncircular clean-cut lake.\",\n \"into the lake, like a huge stranded ark, while of the palace itself no\\ntrace remains, except a mound of gold stones emerging above the lake to\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"About two hundred yards to the left we saw through the rain a large\\npile, apparently risen straight out of the lake, looking ghostly livid,\\nfor it was of white stone, not high, but an old thing of complicated\",\n \"night racked by terrors such as have never yet entered into the heart\\nof man to conceive. My flesh moved and crawled like a lake which, here\",\n \"And there it stopped dead, leaving me so sick, my God, so sick, that I\\ncould hardly snatch my robes about me to fly, fly, fly, soft-footed,\",\n \"baths in the lake, and to disport myself in that strange intoxication of\\nnostrils, eyes, and pores, dreaming long wide-eyed dreams at the bottom,\",\n \"Well, vanity, vanity. Nearer still I drew: it was broad morning, going\\non toward noon: I was half a mile away, I was fifty yards. But on board\",\n \"with one only inhabitant to see it, and hear its silence. And all the\\nlong night I travelled, stopping twice only, once to get the coal from\",\n \"lake, I fancy, must be a mile across, and in its middle is a pillar of\\nice, very low and broad; and I had the clear impression, or dream, or\",\n \"Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.\",\n \"And very still they lay on a still sea, itself a dead thing, livid as\\nthe lips of death; and there was an intensity in the calm that was\\nappalling: for the ocean seemed weighted, and the air drugged.\",\n \"Worn as I was, I made little delay to set out for that ship; and I had\\nnot travelled over water and ice four hours when, to my in-describable\"\n ],\n [\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"This ship had evidently been stricken silent in the midst of a perfect\\ndrama of activity, for I saw not one of her crew of sixty-two who was\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"the glass quite clearly showing me, when yet far off, that on the others\\nwas no life; and on the three which I boarded were dead men; so that\",\n \"Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in\",\n \"'Do you know what I dreamed about you last night, Adam Jeffson? I\\ndreamed that you were with us on the expedition.'\",\n \"her thoroughly, and spent three more days in oiling and cleaning the\\nengine. Then, all being ready, I dragged my twelve dead and laid them\",\n \"him behind, turn back to the ship, nor mend the bag. So it happened that\\nat the end of the fourth day out, we had made only nineteen miles, and\",\n \"the ships, and also I now dropped my twelve, whom I had kept to be my\\ncompanions all the way from the Far North, one by one, into the sea: for\",\n \"They had died, it seemed, very suddenly, for nearly all the twelve were\\nin poses of activity. Egan was in the very act of ascending the\",\n \"Not a sound, not one: only the languidly-working engines of the\\n_Boreal_. Here, it was clear, the Angel of Silence had passed, and his\\nscythe mown.\",\n \"'Oh, highly recommended people of my own.'\\n\\n'At any rate, my dream about you comes true, Jeffson. It is clear that\\nPeters is out of the running now.'\\n\\nI shrugged.\",\n \"And those twelve dead that I had in the chart-room there must have heard\\nme, and the men on the whaler must have heard me, and smiled their\\nsmile.\",\n \"Not one of us but was in a melancholic, dismal and dire mood; and on the\\n13th December Lamburn, the engineer, stabbed Cartwright, the old\\nharpooner, in the arm.\"\n ],\n [\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"But what made me remember this house was that I found here on one of the\\nsofas a newspaper: _The Kent Express_; and sitting unconscious of my\\ndead neighbour, I pored a long while over what was written there.\",\n \"that night which I will not put down on paper. At last, however, pretty\\nlate in the evening, I spied a large mansion with green lattice-work\",\n \"finding on Machen's desk a big note-book with soft covers, dappled red\\nand yellow, not yet written in, I took it, and a pencil, and in the\",\n \"dead the moment he opened the door. Him, by drawing his feet aside, I\\nremoved, locked the door upon myself, sat at the table before the dusty\\nfile, and, with the little lamp near, began to search.\",\n \"dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"'I have been arranging some of my affairs this morning, and remembered\\nthese notebooks. I intended letting you have them months ago, but my\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"Till, last May, there reached me the letter--and the packet--to which I\\nrefer. The packet consisted of four note-books, quite crowded\",\n \"The note-book marked \\\"I.,\\\" [1] which seems to me the most curious,\\nbelongs to the seventh year. Its history, like those of the other three,\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"During dinner, and after, I read the book, with some difficulty, for it\\nwas pen-written in French, and discoloured, and it turned out to be the\",\n \"mounted to the first landing, and tried the door, but it was locked; I\\nmounted to the second: the door was open, and with a chill reluctance I\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"little turret-nook wrote day after day for hours this account of what\\nhas happened, nearly as far as it has now gone. And I think that I may\",\n \"candles on the desk, and sat to write to her, the pistol at my right\\nhand; but I had hardly begun, when I thought that I heard a sound at the\",\n \"No part, no house, I believe, of this country-side was empty of strange\\ncorpses: and they were in Hunt Hill, too. I saw three in the weedy plot\",\n \"to make for Woolwich, but in the car saw the poet's note-book in which I\\nhad written: and I took it, went back, and was writing an hour, till I\",\n \"I left her the first night in that pale-yellow house with the two green\\njalousies facing the beach, where there was everything that she would\"\n ],\n [\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"_Maitland_: 'Oh yes, that's all very fine talk, Jeffson! But is it quite\",\n \"beast so far, you know: but in me, Adam Jeffson--I swear it--the human\\nrace shall at last attain a true nobility, the nobility of\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"'Well, we need not discuss the point, as Peters is not going to die,'\\nsaid he. 'Still, if anything did happen to him, you know, it is you I\\nshould come straight to, Adam Jeffson.'\",\n \"dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the\",\n \"present condition of the world, with one sole master, should seem the\\ncommon-place and natural condition, but that it should have come to seem\\n_so_ common-place and natural--in nine months. The mind of Adam Jeffson\",\n \"And that was the last word of civilised Man to me, Adam Jeffson--its\\nfinal counsel--its ultimate gospel and message--to _me_, my good God!\\n_Drink Roboral!_\",\n \"old, his occupation to peep, his one faculty to scent, his honey and his\\nachievement to unearth the infinitely unimportant? I would kill her\\nfirst!\",\n \"'Profession! damn it, no,' he snarled like a dog: 'go and dig up David\\nWilson--I dare say you know where to find him--and he will tell you my\\nmeaning, right enough.'\",\n \"For I, Adam Jeffson, second Parent of the world, hereby lay down,\\nordain, and decree for all time, clearly perceiving it now: That the one\",\n \"in a town like Dover alone, to last me five or six hundred years, if I\\ncould live so long; and, having eaten, I descended The Shaft, and spent\",\n \"lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found\",\n \"before him; and I thought to myself: 'Well, this old man, too, died\\ndoing his work....'\",\n \"There was a preaching man--a Scotchman he was, named Macintosh, or\\nsomething like that--who said that the last end of Man shall be well,\"\n ],\n [\n \"This singular being! Where she has lived--and how--is a problem to which\\nnot the faintest solution is conceivable. She had, I say, never seen\",\n \"of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying\",\n \"This girl! what a history! After existing twenty years in a sunless\\nworld hardly three acres wide, she one day suddenly saw the only sky\",\n \"large plain floor of plaster, which bore the marks of the flames; and\\nover this the girl ran a few steps, pointed with excited recognition to\\na hole in it, ran further, and disappeared down the hole.\",\n \"I found the girl still asleep at the house-door, and stirring her with\\nmy foot, woke her. She leapt up with a start of surprise, and a\",\n \"I left her the first night in that pale-yellow house with the two green\\njalousies facing the beach, where there was everything that she would\",\n \"'She was well-to-do, and lived alone in old Wooding Manor-house, five\\nmiles from Ash Thomas. As you know, I was \\\"beginning\\\" in these parts at\",\n \"feet behind me. The absolute stealth which had brought and put her\\nthere, unknown to me, was like miracle: for the ladder, whose top I saw\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"intended, I suppose, to take her to Imbros, where she might live in one\\nof the broken-down houses of the village. But when the anchor was not\",\n \"immediately subsided to the floor again, being in evident pain. I pulled\\nher up, and made her limp after me through several halls to the inner\",\n \"that she should see it; went up straight to her rooms with the book,\\nand, she being away, ferreted among her things to see what she was\",\n \"bar--into a parlour--up a little stair--into two rooms: but no one was\\nthere. I then went round into the barn, which was paved with\",\n \"had evidently been a young lady's room: for on the toilette were\\ncut-glass bottles, a plait of brown hair, powders, _rouge-aux-lèvres,_\",\n \"darkening, and ran into the nearest of the little cubical houses,\\nleaving her glancing sideways upward, with the quaintest artlessness of\",\n \"up to the open door--peeped in--and it was she standing on the counter\\nof a jeweller's shop, her back turned to me, with head bent low over a\",\n \"over it had been singed away, and the gate all charred. It gave way at a\\npush from my palm. The girl was close behind me. I next threw open a\",\n \"She never saw a boat, or water, or the world, till now--I could swear\\nit. She came into the boat with me, and sat astern, clinging for dear\"\n ],\n [\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"with one only inhabitant to see it, and hear its silence. And all the\\nlong night I travelled, stopping twice only, once to get the coal from\",\n \"And that was the last word of civilised Man to me, Adam Jeffson--its\\nfinal counsel--its ultimate gospel and message--to _me_, my good God!\\n_Drink Roboral!_\",\n \"That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.\",\n \"And there it stopped dead, leaving me so sick, my God, so sick, that I\\ncould hardly snatch my robes about me to fly, fly, fly, soft-footed,\",\n \"dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found\",\n \"In going away from that place, walking northward, I came upon a lonely\\nhouse by the sea, a very beautiful house, made, it was clear, by an\",\n \"Finally, three months and twenty-seven days from the date of the\\nearthquake, having traversed only 900 odd English miles, I let go in the\",\n \"'Oh, highly recommended people of my own.'\\n\\n'At any rate, my dream about you comes true, Jeffson. It is clear that\\nPeters is out of the running now.'\\n\\nI shrugged.\",\n \"uncoupling the carriages from the engine, and by the time morning\\nbroke, I was lightly gliding away over the country, whither I did not\\nknow, but making for London.\",\n \"Weary, weary as I grew, some morbid persistence sustained me, and I\\nwould not rest. About four in the morning I was at a station again,\",\n \"She came again to tell me good-night, and then went down to the train to\\nsleep; and I put out the lantern, and stooped within the cave, and made\\nmy simple couch beside the little rivulet, and slept.\",\n \"Well, there was sledging with the dogs, and bear-hunting among the\\nhummocks, as the months, one by one, went by. One day Wilson, by far our\"\n ],\n [\n \"There was a preaching man--a Scotchman he was, named Macintosh, or\\nsomething like that--who said that the last end of Man shall be well,\",\n \"named Scotland, who had a rather odd view of the world. He had rooms, I\\nremember, in the New Court at Trinity, and a set of us were generally\",\n \"to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.\",\n \"the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,\",\n \"before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\\nfamiliar to me as my own name.\",\n \"fitted him for an Arctic expedition, had re-asserted itself. He was then\\nleaning on an elbow, talking to Wilson, and except his pallor, and\",\n \"I think that I have already written, some pages back, about a man\\ncalled Scotland, whom I met at Cambridge. He was always talking about\",\n \"Well, there was sledging with the dogs, and bear-hunting among the\\nhummocks, as the months, one by one, went by. One day Wilson, by far our\",\n \"Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to\",\n \"But now she could talk of nothing else. She got from me that afternoon\\nthe history of all the Polar expeditions of late years, how far they\",\n \"This was Scotland's doctrine, which he never tired of repeating; and\\nwhile others heard him with mere toleration, little could they divine\",\n \"The first--and chief--is that tempest of words which I heard at\\nKensington from that big-mouthed Mackay on the Sunday night. What was it\",\n \"On the third Sunday night of his denunciation I was there in that\\nKensington chapel, and I heard him. And the wild talk he talked! He\\nseemed like a man delirious with inspiration.\",\n \"But the childish attempt, my God, to read the immense riddle of the\\nworld! I could laugh loud at myself, and at poor Black-and-White\\nScotland, too. The thing can't be so simple.\",\n \"Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.\",\n \"was within five hundred yards of her, had worked myself to such a pitch,\\nthat I was again shouting that futile madness: 'Hullo! Hi! Bravo! _I\\nhave been to the Pole!_'\",\n \"I could have made short work, and landed at Hull: but I would not: I was\\nso afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used to\\nthe silence of the sea: but I was afraid of the silence of England.\",\n \"The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though\",\n \"Well, the memory seems to be getting rather impaired now, rather weak.\\nWhat, for instance, was the name of that parson who preached, just\",\n \"Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in\"\n ],\n [\n \"The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:\",\n \"The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though\",\n \"Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to\",\n \"Black and White, as in the case of Adam and the fruit, that, should\\nmankind force his way to the Pole and the old forbidden secret biding\",\n \"when I stood at the Pole, and saw there the dizzy thing that made me\\nswoon, there had come into my way not one sign or trace that other\",\n \"Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.\",\n \"theodolite, and found that I was not yet 400 miles from the Pole, in\\nlatitude 84° 50'. It was just as though some Will, some Will, was\",\n \"'The man who first plants his foot on the North Pole will certainly be\\nennobled. I say nothing of the many millions... I only wish that I was\\na man!'\",\n \"the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained\\nnothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings. On arriving,\\ntherefore, at London, I made straight for the office of the _Times_,\",\n \"By the end of January we had drifted to 80° 55'; and it was then that\\nClark, in the presence of Wilson, asked me if I would make the fourth\",\n \"I did not know, and I had neither the means, nor the force of mind,\\nalas! to dive then further into the mystery; I understood only that by\\nsome extraordinary means the air of the region just south of the Polar\",\n \"It was five days before Christmas that Clark made the great\\nannouncement: he had determined, he said, if our splendid northward\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"Under these conditions, man becomes in a few days, not a savage only,\\nbut a mere beast, hardly a grade above the bear and walrus. Ah, the ice!\\nA long and sordid nightmare was that, God knows.\",\n \"before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\\nfamiliar to me as my own name.\",\n \"'I cannot see it...!' I cried.\\n\\n'Then it has not tlavelled far enough to the north-west yet,' she said\\nwith decision.\",\n \"the anticipation of their gladness to see me, their excitement to hear\\nthe grand tidings of the Pole attained. Anon I waved the paddle, though\",\n \"We were within ten miles of the Pole.\\n\\n * * * * *\",\n \"'When Clark leaves the ship for the dash to the Pole, it is three, not\\ntwo, of us, after all, that he is going to take with him, making a party\\nof four.'\",\n \"Well, onward through the desert ice I continued my lonely way, with a\\nbaleful shrinking terror in my heart; for very stupendous, alas! is the\\nburden of that Arctic solitude upon one poor human soul.\"\n ],\n [\n \"If I were to detail the building of the palace alone, and how it killed\\nme nearly, and how I twice fled from it, and had to return, and became\",\n \"will build a palace, which shall be both a palace and a temple: the\\nfirst human temple worthy the King of Heaven, and the only human palace\\nworthy the King of Earth.\",\n \"In this way arose the idea of the Palace--an idea, indeed, which had\\nentered my brain before, but merely as a bombastic and visionary outcome\",\n \"The house itself is very small--only 40 ft. long, by 35 broad, by 27\\nhigh: yet the structure as a whole is sufficiently enormous, high\",\n \"promising to finish the palace, with prayers that as I built so He\\nwould build my soul, and save the last man from the enemy. And I set to\",\n \"built the palace, because some spark bites a man, and he would be\\nlike--but that is all vanity, and delusion.\",\n \"In a few strokes I drew the palace, and herself standing at the portal\\nbetween the pillars: and now great was her satisfaction, for she pointed\",\n \"I had calculated to finish it in twelve years, and I should undoubtedly\\nhave finished it in fourteen, instead of in sixteen and seven months,\",\n \"'I have been duped by the palace: for I have wasted myself in building,\\nhoping for peace, and there is no peace. Therefore now I shall fly from\",\n \"So, a second time, on the 4th March, the poor palace was left to build\\nitself. For, after a short trip to Gallipoli, where I got some young\",\n \"to return to my home after so long wandering, and to finish the temple\\nof temples, and the palace of palaces; and I said: 'I will return, and\\nbuild it as a testimony to God.'\",\n \"passed a good many hours in this task, I confining myself to the great\\nwhite house in the park overlooking Kassim, where I had once slept,\",\n \"years; nor would the end have been so long in coming, but for the\\nunexpected difficulty of getting the four flat roofs water-tight, for I\",\n \"end of this book in which I have written, for my almanack and many\\nthings that I prized were lost with the palace--making a calendar,\\ncounting the days in my head--but counting them across my thoughts of\",\n \"Pekin, and San Francisco. In spite of the restraining influence of this\\npalace, I have burned and burned. I have burned two hundred cities and\",\n \"* * * * *\\n\\nSix months ago to-day it was finished: six months more protracted,\\ndesolate, burdened, than all those sixteen years in which I built.\",\n \"in the architecture of the human race recurred to me with interest, and\\nthree nights I slept in the temple, examining it by day. It is vast,\\nwith that look of solid massiveness which above all characterises the\",\n \"Some seconds after this, the earthquake, having lasted fully ten\\nminutes, began to lull, and soon ceased. I found her an hour later\\nstanding among the ruins of her little yali.\",\n \"The next day she came up to the palace reading a book, which turned out\\nto be a cookery-book in English, found at her yali; and a week later,\",\n \"of eight and ten in the evening, though later they became 10 A.M. to\\nnoon, when the reading began, we sitting on the palace-steps before the\"\n ],\n [\n \"will build a palace, which shall be both a palace and a temple: the\\nfirst human temple worthy the King of Heaven, and the only human palace\\nworthy the King of Earth.\",\n \"In this way arose the idea of the Palace--an idea, indeed, which had\\nentered my brain before, but merely as a bombastic and visionary outcome\",\n \"built the palace, because some spark bites a man, and he would be\\nlike--but that is all vanity, and delusion.\",\n \"If I were to detail the building of the palace alone, and how it killed\\nme nearly, and how I twice fled from it, and had to return, and became\",\n \"In a few strokes I drew the palace, and herself standing at the portal\\nbetween the pillars: and now great was her satisfaction, for she pointed\",\n \"promising to finish the palace, with prayers that as I built so He\\nwould build my soul, and save the last man from the enemy. And I set to\",\n \"'I have been duped by the palace: for I have wasted myself in building,\\nhoping for peace, and there is no peace. Therefore now I shall fly from\",\n \"The palace itself was quite in ruins, together with all its surrounding\\nbarracks, mosque, and seraglio, and, as we reached the top of the\",\n \"beyond, some peeping yali, snow-white palace, or old Armenian cot; and\\nthe Seraglio by the sea, a town within a town; and southward the Sea of\",\n \"So, a second time, on the 4th March, the poor palace was left to build\\nitself. For, after a short trip to Gallipoli, where I got some young\",\n \"The house itself is very small--only 40 ft. long, by 35 broad, by 27\\nhigh: yet the structure as a whole is sufficiently enormous, high\",\n \"The vision of glorious loveliness which is this palace now risen before\\nmy eyes cannot be described by pen and paper, though there _may_ be\",\n \"palace--from memory, for where she lay it is all hidden: yet the palace\\nit was, for there were the waving lines meant for the steps, the two\",\n \"Pekin, and San Francisco. In spite of the restraining influence of this\\npalace, I have burned and burned. I have burned two hundred cities and\",\n \"see the palace, and beyond it, a small space of white sea which had the\\nawful appearance of being higher than the land. Down the hill-side I\",\n \"About a mile up to the west of the palace is a very old ruin in the\\ndeepest forest, I think of a mosque, though only three truncated\",\n \"The next day she came up to the palace reading a book, which turned out\\nto be a cookery-book in English, found at her yali; and a week later,\",\n \"white-skinned freckled nose uncovered, if you like, they being\\ncommonplace enough. Meantime, if you care to see how to draw a palace--I\\nwill show you.'\",\n \"out to France with the view of seeking some palace in the Riviera,\\nSpain, or perhaps Algiers, there, for the present at least, to make my\\nhome.\",\n \"Well, away with stealthy trot I ran from the abysmal silence of that\\nplace, and in Palace Street near made one of those sudden immoderate\"\n ],\n [\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"Twenty hours later we met behind the great saddle-shaped hummock, some\\nsix miles to the S.E. of the ship. We had set out at different times, so\\nthat no one might suspect. And each brought a ship's-lantern.\",\n \"She leapt: perhaps two, perhaps three, paces she fled: then stock still\\nshe stood--within some four yards of me--with panting nostrils, with\\nenquiring face.\",\n \"But this time I had hardly advanced twenty steps, when I heard a frail\\nand strangled cry, apparently in mid-air behind me, and glancing, saw\",\n \"But the very first near glance showed a singular kind of bear. Wilson\\nput his hand to the head, and a lax skin came away at his touch.... It\\nwas Aubrey Maitland who was underneath it, and I had shot him dead.\",\n \"Well, on the fourth, or the fifth, evening after this, just as the sun\\nwas sinking beyond the rim of the sea, I happened to look where he hung\",\n \"On hands and knees I crept toward the acacia-thicket, entered it a\\nlittle, and leaning far forward, peered. And there--at once--ten yards\\nto my right--I saw.\",\n \"of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I\",\n \"That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.\",\n \"between Vevay and Ouchy I was very careful not to meet her. The more I\\nsaw that she bejewelled herself, powdered herself, embalmed herself like\",\n \"One minute after my first actual sight of her my extravagance of\\nagitation, I say, died down to something like calm. The earth was mine\",\n \"And when those long-dead screws awoke and moved, bearing me toward the\\nOuter Basin, I saw her stand darkling, lonely, on the Quai through\",\n \"lubricated it with lamp-oil, went down and out across the drawbridge,\\nwalked two miles beyond the village, shot the revolver at a tree, found\",\n \"opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent\",\n \"the thicket to the well, and gave it her. She took it, but looked\\nfoolish, not eating. I then, with my forefinger, put a little into her\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\"\n ],\n [\n \"him behind, turn back to the ship, nor mend the bag. So it happened that\\nat the end of the fourth day out, we had made only nineteen miles, and\",\n \"I could not sleep that night: for all the operations of my mind and body\\nseemed in abeyance. Mechanically I turned the ship westward again; and\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"Worn as I was, I made little delay to set out for that ship; and I had\\nnot travelled over water and ice four hours when, to my in-describable\",\n \"As he spoke I let the gun drop. It was better so. I knew that he was\\nmuch the best shot on the ship, and I an indifferent one: but I did not\\ncare, I did not care, if I was killed.\",\n \"port, and went on further south, no longer bothering with the\\ninstruments, but coasting at hap-hazard, now in sight of land, and now\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"By this time, the form had passed the kennels, reached the bows, and now\\nwas making toward me on the starboard side. I took aim. Never, I\",\n \"Twenty hours later we met behind the great saddle-shaped hummock, some\\nsix miles to the S.E. of the ship. We had set out at different times, so\\nthat no one might suspect. And each brought a ship's-lantern.\",\n \"This ship had evidently been stricken silent in the midst of a perfect\\ndrama of activity, for I saw not one of her crew of sixty-two who was\",\n \"However, on the fourth day, a rough swell which knocked the ship about,\\nand made me very uncomfortable, coaxed me into moving; and I did so with\\nbows turned eastward and southward.\",\n \"Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in\",\n \"And from that day he and I had hardly exchanged ten words, in spite of\\nour constant companionship in the vessel; and one day, standing alone on\",\n \"whim took me then and there to leave all, and clean her as far as I\\ncould. I at once went on board, descended to the hold, took off my\",\n \"cleaning, and so, in mere wanton fun, had crept on deck at the hour of\\nhis watch. The head of the bear-skin, and the fog, must have prevented\\nhim from seeing me taking aim.\",\n \"instrument. This done, I went down among the ships by the wharves, and\\nfixed upon the first old green air-boat that seemed fairly sound, broke\",\n \"any part of it. There was nothing to do but to tranship, with all my\\nthings, to its engine, which I found in good condition with plenty of\",\n \"And when I saw that, I dropped down upon my knees at the capstan, and my\\npoor heart sobbed out the frail cry: 'Well, Lord God, Thou hast\\ndestroyed the work of Thy hand...'\",\n \"nothing. I rolled driver and stoker--the guard was absent--one to the\\nplatform, one upon the rails: and I took their place there. At about\",\n \"I could have made short work, and landed at Hull: but I would not: I was\\nso afraid. For I was used to the silence of the ice: and I was used to\\nthe silence of the sea: but I was afraid of the silence of England.\"\n ],\n [\n \"somewhat below the waist, and pretty tight-fitting; and, making her lie\\non the couch, I put upon her little feet little yellow baboosh-slippers,\",\n \"I made her step into a pair of the trousers called _shintiyan_ made of\\nyellow-striped white-silk; this, by a running string, I tied loosely\",\n \"That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.\",\n \"the walls, and pale rose-silk hangings. On the divan I had heaped a\\nnumber of selected garments, and having shewed her how to towel herself,\",\n \"training her skirt like a court-lady, and looking much taller than\\nbefore. I believe that this new dressing produced a separation between\\nus more complete than it might have been; and especially after that day\",\n \"opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent\",\n \"I bore down upon her, waving: and soon I saw her stand like an ancient\\nmariner, but in white muslins that fluttered, at her wheel on the\",\n \"which I peeped hidden and wet with dew. She has had the assurance to\\nmodify the dress I put upon her, and was herself a butterfly, for\",\n \"her nakedness, covering her below the hips, some strings of it falling,\\ntoo, into the water: her eyes, a dark blue, were wide in a most silly\",\n \"I stood with hanging arm, forefinger on trigger, looking at her. I saw\\nher glance once at the weapon, and then she fixed her eyes upwards upon\",\n \"Already she wears her outfit as coquettishly as though born to clothes.\\nWithout at all seeming observant--for, on the contrary, she gives an\",\n \"immediately subsided to the floor again, being in evident pain. I pulled\\nher up, and made her limp after me through several halls to the inner\",\n \"She stood up motionless, at a loss. She took a lock of her hair, and\\ndrew it through her lips. There was some look in her eyes, which I\",\n \"number of girls in uniform opposite the Guildhall--half-way up the\\nstreet. She must have been spun down, arm over arm, for the wind was\",\n \"two-and-two appearance, made very repulsive by their jewels and\\nevening-dress. I had to steel my heart to go through this house, for I\",\n \"the thicket to the well, and gave it her. She took it, but looked\\nfoolish, not eating. I then, with my forefinger, put a little into her\",\n \"stinging slaps, one on each cheek. While she cowered, surprised no\\ndoubt, I took her by the hand, led her back to the boat, landed on the\",\n \"What made things worse for me was her adoption of European clothes since\\ncoming to this place: I believe that, in her adroit way, she herself\",\n \"face, where, however, the freckles were not quite whited out; on her\\nfeet little pink satin slippers, without any stockings--a divinely pale\",\n \"she must needs wear the yashmak she has never once asked; and how much\\nshe divines, knows, or intends, I have no idea, continually questioning\"\n ],\n [\n \"On the early morning of the next day, the 9th, I having come back to\\nPortsmouth about eleven the previous night, when I bid her 'Good\\nmorning' through the telephone, she said 'Good morning,' and not another\\nword. I said:\",\n \"called, and she appeared. And I said to her: 'Come down here.'\",\n \"gone from the telephone, I still stood there, hoarsely calling after\\nher: 'My wife! My wife!'\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"reached, by what aids, and why they failed. Her eyes shone; she listened\\neagerly. Before this time, indeed, she had been interested in the\",\n \"And when I was away, and out on the bright and breezy sea, I called to\\nher, crying out: '_I am coming!_' And I knew that she heard me, and that\",\n \"France. And a thought smote me, and after another ten minutes I turned\\nthe ship's head back, my face screwed with pain, God knows, like a man\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"Ah, the thought took me then, how, on the morrow, she would ring, and\\nhave no answer; and she would ring again, and have no answer; and she\",\n \"had, I think, the thought in my head to return to Vauclaire in France,\\nwhere I had lived, and there live: for I thought that she might like\",\n \"We came to Havre--infirm, infirm of will that I was: for in my deep\\nheart was the secret, hidden away from my own upper self, that, she\\nbeing at Havre, and I at Portsmouth, we could still speak together.\",\n \"During dinner, and after, I read the book, with some difficulty, for it\\nwas pen-written in French, and discoloured, and it turned out to be the\",\n \"'Oh, but how can you be so _cluel_ to me?' she cries, and ah, there was\\nanguish in that voice! 'There is something to tell--there _is!_ Don't I\\nknow it vely well by your voice?'\",\n \"'Well, that was what I asked--\\\"are you there\\\"?'\\n\\n'But I not here, I am there,' says she.\",\n \"in a hurry, and that sweet invisible mechanism which had crooned and\\ncrooned about my ears in the air, and followed me whithersoever I went,\\nstopped too. Down she jumped, calling out:\",\n \"This girl! what a history! After existing twenty years in a sunless\\nworld hardly three acres wide, she one day suddenly saw the only sky\",\n \"crying out: 'Good God! save the girl!' and a minute later rushed out, to\\nmy surprise, into open space on a hill-side. On the lower ground I could\",\n \"evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying\",\n \"Paris (I think), long before the poison-cloud, a little Brazilian boy of\\nthe colour of weak coffee-and-milk, of whom she now constantly reminds\",\n \"at the telephone, or even to my own guilty heart not a word. But in the\\nsilent depths of my being I felt this fact: that this must be a 35-knot\"\n ],\n [\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"on his face. Oh, well, I would not, and could not!--she was my love--I\\nstood like marble...\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"That night again, when I was leaving her, she made an attempt to follow\\nme. But I was resolved to end it, then: and cutting a sassafras-whip I\\ncut her deep, three times, till she ran, crying.\",\n \"As she said this, I saw her under-lip push out and tremble, as when she\\nis near to crying, and her eyes moisten: but a moment after she looked\",\n \"knowing that I could not kill her while she was smiling; and suddenly,\\nall my pity and love for her changed into a strange resentment and rage\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"Now I saw the push and tortion and trembling of her poor little\\nunder-lip, boding tears: and at once a flame was in me which was\",\n \"door which she would not let me open, feeling her all the time behind\\nme, watching me. And when I did get out, I was away up the length of the\",\n \"I would not let her be there with me another instant. I got down into\\nthe boat, and when she followed, I rowed her back all the way past\",\n \"'Oh, but how can you be so _cluel_ to me?' she cries, and ah, there was\\nanguish in that voice! 'There is something to tell--there _is!_ Don't I\\nknow it vely well by your voice?'\",\n \"But _this_ I understand: that it is _the White_ who is Master here: that\\nthough he wins but by a hair, yet he wins, he wins: and since he wins,\\ndance, dance, my heart.\",\n \"kiss him? or that you may fall upon him, and murder him?' And I answered\\nsullenly in my dream: 'I would not murder him. I do not wish to murder\\nanyone.'\",\n \"'Do I really?' she answered with that haughty, stiff half-turn of her\\nthroat: 'then I must be more exquisite. But, thank Heaven, it is only a\\njest. Women are no longer admired for doing such things.'\",\n \"I have taken a dead girl with wild huggings to my bosom; and I have\\ntouched the corrupted lip, and spat upon her face, and tossed her down,\",\n \"opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent\",\n \"One minute after my first actual sight of her my extravagance of\\nagitation, I say, died down to something like calm. The earth was mine\",\n \"I waited for her to open her mouth to say something--to stop that\\nsmile--that I might shoot her quick and sudden: and she would not,\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\"\n ],\n [\n \"poet Milton, found in a glazed book-case on the other side of the\\nfire-place: and most strange, most novel, I found those august words\",\n \"But what made me remember this house was that I found here on one of the\\nsofas a newspaper: _The Kent Express_; and sitting unconscious of my\\ndead neighbour, I pored a long while over what was written there.\",\n \"there; and in the pillar the word 'Byron' engraved. This made me\\nremember that a poet of that name had written something about this\\nplace, and two days afterwards I actually came upon three volumes of the\",\n \"dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the\",\n \"dead the moment he opened the door. Him, by drawing his feet aside, I\\nremoved, locked the door upon myself, sat at the table before the dusty\\nfile, and, with the little lamp near, began to search.\",\n \"that night which I will not put down on paper. At last, however, pretty\\nlate in the evening, I spied a large mansion with green lattice-work\",\n \"under low curves of black hair. The poet, strange to say, had not died\\nwith them, but sat in the sitting-room behind the bedroom in a long\",\n \"When I had read this, and the rest of the paper, which had one whole\\nsheet-side blank, I sat a long hour there, eyeing a little patch of the\",\n \"to make for Woolwich, but in the car saw the poet's note-book in which I\\nhad written: and I took it, went back, and was writing an hour, till I\",\n \"And this second thing I remember: that on reaching home, I walked into\\nmy disordered library (for I had had to hunt out some books), where I\",\n \"that she should see it; went up straight to her rooms with the book,\\nand, she being away, ferreted among her things to see what she was\",\n \"mounted to the first landing, and tried the door, but it was locked; I\\nmounted to the second: the door was open, and with a chill reluctance I\",\n \"Turning the corner of the next street, I saw wide-open the door of a\\nsubstantial large house, and went in. From bottom to top there was no\",\n \"During dinner, and after, I read the book, with some difficulty, for it\\nwas pen-written in French, and discoloured, and it turned out to be the\",\n \"wood, and very cleverly lit it. And there for several hours I sat that\\nnight, reading (the first time for many years): it was a book by the\",\n \"of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I\",\n \"I thought that I would go into that house, and walk through it from top\\nto bottom, and sit in it, and spit in it, and stamp in it, in spite of\",\n \"I threw myself into a chair my eye fell upon the open print near the\\nbeginning. The print was very large, and a shaded lamp cast a light upon\",\n \"effort of the mortal act, I said: 'At Seven.' I then locked the door\\nwhich opens upon three little steps near the desk, and also the\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\"\n ],\n [\n \"Worn as I was, I made little delay to set out for that ship; and I had\\nnot travelled over water and ice four hours when, to my in-describable\",\n \"In big black letters on the round retreating yellow stern my eye-corner\\ncaught the word _Yaroslav_, as I bent over the rail to retch and cough\\nand vomit at her. She was a horrid thing.\",\n \"By a paddle-stroke now, and another presently, I had closely approached\\nher about four in the afternoon, though my awe of the ship was\",\n \"Three days before Christmas a bear came close to the ship, and then\\nturned tail. Mew, Wilson, I and Meredith (a general hand) set out in\",\n \"By this time, the form had passed the kennels, reached the bows, and now\\nwas making toward me on the starboard side. I took aim. Never, I\",\n \"instrument. This done, I went down among the ships by the wharves, and\\nfixed upon the first old green air-boat that seemed fairly sound, broke\",\n \"was bent upon wracking itself to pieces. My first thought was of her,\\nand in great scare I went running, calling in the direction which she\\nhad gone, staggering as on the deck of some labouring ship, falling,\",\n \"ship, I was led on and on, in a somewhat north-western direction, I\\nfancy. Somewhere hereabouts, I thought, was the place they called 'The\",\n \"Twenty hours later we met behind the great saddle-shaped hummock, some\\nsix miles to the S.E. of the ship. We had set out at different times, so\\nthat no one might suspect. And each brought a ship's-lantern.\",\n \"This ship had evidently been stricken silent in the midst of a perfect\\ndrama of activity, for I saw not one of her crew of sixty-two who was\",\n \"Well, after a long time, I lifted myself to look again at that forlorn\\nand wandering craft. There she lay, quiet, tragic, as it were culpable\",\n \"However, on the fourth day, a rough swell which knocked the ship about,\\nand made me very uncomfortable, coaxed me into moving; and I did so with\\nbows turned eastward and southward.\",\n \"I was certain now that Sallitt it was who looked across the ice: but\\nwhen the ship swung a little round, I noticed that the direction of his\\ngaze was carried with her movement, he no longer looking my way.\",\n \"I could not sleep that night: for all the operations of my mind and body\\nseemed in abeyance. Mechanically I turned the ship westward again; and\",\n \"I trudged on wearily till I came to the quay of Foundoucli, and the\\nzaptia boat; and there she was with me still, her hair nothing but a\\nthin drowned string down her back.\",\n \"And when I was away, and out on the bright and breezy sea, I called to\\nher, crying out: '_I am coming!_' And I knew that she heard me, and that\",\n \"A phantom ship, or a real ship: it was all one; real, I must have\\ninstantly felt, it could not be: but at a sight so incredible my heart\",\n \"Not a sound, not one: only the languidly-working engines of the\\n_Boreal_. Here, it was clear, the Angel of Silence had passed, and his\\nscythe mown.\",\n \"It had entered the ship, I concluded, by the boards which slanted from\\nan opening in the port bulwarks down to the ice. Once before, in\",\n \"him behind, turn back to the ship, nor mend the bag. So it happened that\\nat the end of the fourth day out, we had made only nineteen miles, and\"\n ],\n [\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"'You discuss the matter as gravely as though it were a possibility,\\nClark,' I said, smiling. 'Such a thought would never enter my head:\\nthere is, first of all, my _fiancée_----'\",\n \"_Maitland_: 'Oh yes, that's all very fine talk, Jeffson! But is it quite\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"One minute after my first actual sight of her my extravagance of\\nagitation, I say, died down to something like calm. The earth was mine\",\n \"'Well, we need not discuss the point, as Peters is not going to die,'\\nsaid he. 'Still, if anything did happen to him, you know, it is you I\\nshould come straight to, Adam Jeffson.'\",\n \"'Oh, highly recommended people of my own.'\\n\\n'At any rate, my dream about you comes true, Jeffson. It is clear that\\nPeters is out of the running now.'\\n\\nI shrugged.\",\n \"of the weapon--that crack, my God! and crying out: 'Well, Lord, she has\\ndied for me, then!' I tottered forward, and tumbled upon her, where she\",\n \"hers, because, forsooth, I was neither a rich nor a noble match. A\\nsister of hers, much older than herself, had married a common country\",\n \"She was at this date no longer young, being by five years my senior, as\\nalso, by five years, the senior of her nephew, born from the marriage of\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"there! 'Adam Jeffson,' I muttered reproachfully when it was over, 'could\\nthat poor thing in the frame have been you?'\",\n \"'Do I really?' she answered with that haughty, stiff half-turn of her\\nthroat: 'then I must be more exquisite. But, thank Heaven, it is only a\\njest. Women are no longer admired for doing such things.'\",\n \"Christian names, and family names, their age, and thought, and way of\\nlife, and beards; till the desire arose within me to go to her, and see;\",\n \"Our proposed marriage was opposed by both my family and hers: by mine,\\nbecause her father and grandfather had died in lunatic asylums; and by\",\n \"tell you in the old Pitman's something about her. Her name was Miss Mary\\nWilson; she was about thirty when I met her, forty-five when she died,\"\n ],\n [\n \"contained, I knew, my likeness: for eight years previously I had given\\nit her. It was Clodagh, the poisoner.\",\n \"a Poisoner, you see? She poisoned a poor man who trusted her: and that\\nis your name now--not Eve, but Clodagh--to remind me, you most dangerous\",\n \"that he was poisoned with atropine. Wilson, the electrician, who had\\npassed the evening with him at Clodagh's in Hanover Square, was there.\",\n \"'I am _not_ a Poisoner!'\\n\\n'Well,' said I, 'all right: tell me whatever you like that I should call\\nyou, and henceforth I will call you that.'\",\n \"'Come, come, don't be a little maniac!' I went. 'Clodagh was a\\n_poisoner_....'\\n\\n'Why did she poison? Had she not enough dates and wine?'\",\n \"I suppose it must have been about noon. I sat staring a minute, and my\\nfirst numb thought was somehow this: that the Countess Clodagh had\",\n \"whereupon the poison, still active, must have instantly ended them. I\\nfound afterwards that this expedient of making air-tight had been widely\\nresorted to; and it might well have proved successful, if both the\",\n \"'What on earth is the matter?' he said to me.\\n\\n'Poisoned,' I answered.\\n\\n'Good God! what with?'\\n\\n'Atropine.'\",\n \"'Then why call me Clodagh, since _I_ am not a poisoner?'\\n\\n'I call you so to remind me: lest you--lest you--should become\\nmy--lover, too.'\",\n \"These were the last intelligible words he ever spoke. He died shortly\\nbefore 1 A.M. He had been poisoned by a powerful dose of atropine.\",\n \"'Ah, the all-important Countess, eh?--Well, but she, as far as I know\\nthe lady, would be the first to force you to go. The chance of stamping\",\n \"And I am now writing three weeks later at a little place called\\nChâteau-les-Roses, and no poison-cloud, and no sign of any poison-cloud,\\nhas come. And this I do not understand.\",\n \"'Your lover killed him--with _your_ collusion. Why, I heard you, man, in\\nyour beastly sleep, calling the whole thing out. And I was pretty sure\",\n \"'He is my nephew: I should know. But don't look dumbfoundered in that\\nabsurd fashion: I have no intention of poisoning him in order to see you\\na multimillionaire, and a Peer of the Realm....'\",\n \"Paris (I think), long before the poison-cloud, a little Brazilian boy of\\nthe colour of weak coffee-and-milk, of whom she now constantly reminds\",\n \"old, his occupation to peep, his one faculty to scent, his honey and his\\nachievement to unearth the infinitely unimportant? I would kill her\\nfirst!\",\n \"of the weapon--that crack, my God! and crying out: 'Well, Lord, she has\\ndied for me, then!' I tottered forward, and tumbled upon her, where she\",\n \"'Yes, I think--that is, if he leaves off taking the drug, Wilson.'\\n\\n'What! it is he who has poisoned himself?'\\n\\nI hesitated, I hesitated. But I said:\",\n \"But I was saying that when Clark left me, I was drawing on my gloves to\\ngo to see my _fiancée_, the Countess Clodagh, when I heard the two\\nvoices most clearly.\",\n \"breathed carbonic anhydride, which is a direct narcotic poison. Whether\\nthe two with cut throats had sacrificed themselves for the others when\"\n ],\n [\n \"The North Pole, he said, was not so very far away, and the difficulties\\nin the way of reaching it were not, on the face of them, so very great:\",\n \"The excitement of the world with regard to the North Pole had at this\\ndate reached a pitch which can only be described as _fevered_, though\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"Put simply, what he said was this: That there was undoubtedly some sort\\nof Fate, or Doom, connected with the Poles of the earth in reference to\",\n \"drift continued, to leave the ship about the middle of next March for\\nthe dash to the Pole. He would take with him the four reindeer, all the\",\n \"This had also been the plan of the last expedition--that of the\\n_Nix_--and of several others. The _Boreal_ only differed from the _Nix_,\",\n \"'Do you mean,' said I, 'that I want to put you out of the way in order\\nto go in your place to the Pole? Is that your meaning, man?'\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"before the _Boreal_ set out, about the wickedness of any further attempt\\nto reach the North Pole? I have forgotten! Yet four years ago it was\\nfamiliar to me as my own name.\",\n \"'Do you know what I dreamed about you last night, Adam Jeffson? I\\ndreamed that you were with us on the expedition.'\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"'The man who first plants his foot on the North Pole will certainly be\\nennobled. I say nothing of the many millions... I only wish that I was\\na man!'\",\n \"fitted him for an Arctic expedition, had re-asserted itself. He was then\\nleaning on an elbow, talking to Wilson, and except his pallor, and\",\n \"I did not care. Instinctively, daftly, brutishly, I harnessed ten of\\nthem to my sledge; put on Canadian snow-shoes: and was away\\nnorthward--alone.\",\n \"to reach the Pole in the _Boreal_; and for three Sundays, when the\\npreparations were nearing completion, stormed against it at Kensington.\",\n \"the anticipation of their gladness to see me, their excitement to hear\\nthe grand tidings of the Pole attained. Anon I waved the paddle, though\",\n \"Well, there was sledging with the dogs, and bear-hunting among the\\nhummocks, as the months, one by one, went by. One day Wilson, by far our\",\n \"Later on, when I gathered force to go further, I found that they had\\nperished in the upheaval of the ice. One only of the sledges, half\\nburied, I saw near the spot of our bivouac.\"\n ],\n [\n \"If I were to detail the building of the palace alone, and how it killed\\nme nearly, and how I twice fled from it, and had to return, and became\",\n \"In this way arose the idea of the Palace--an idea, indeed, which had\\nentered my brain before, but merely as a bombastic and visionary outcome\",\n \"built the palace, because some spark bites a man, and he would be\\nlike--but that is all vanity, and delusion.\",\n \"will build a palace, which shall be both a palace and a temple: the\\nfirst human temple worthy the King of Heaven, and the only human palace\\nworthy the King of Earth.\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"The house itself is very small--only 40 ft. long, by 35 broad, by 27\\nhigh: yet the structure as a whole is sufficiently enormous, high\",\n \"promising to finish the palace, with prayers that as I built so He\\nwould build my soul, and save the last man from the enemy. And I set to\",\n \"In a few strokes I drew the palace, and herself standing at the portal\\nbetween the pillars: and now great was her satisfaction, for she pointed\",\n \"'I have been duped by the palace: for I have wasted myself in building,\\nhoping for peace, and there is no peace. Therefore now I shall fly from\",\n \"So, a second time, on the 4th March, the poor palace was left to build\\nitself. For, after a short trip to Gallipoli, where I got some young\",\n \"I had calculated to finish it in twelve years, and I should undoubtedly\\nhave finished it in fourteen, instead of in sixteen and seven months,\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"* * * * *\\n\\nSix months ago to-day it was finished: six months more protracted,\\ndesolate, burdened, than all those sixteen years in which I built.\",\n \"years; nor would the end have been so long in coming, but for the\\nunexpected difficulty of getting the four flat roofs water-tight, for I\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"The vision of glorious loveliness which is this palace now risen before\\nmy eyes cannot be described by pen and paper, though there _may_ be\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"to return to my home after so long wandering, and to finish the temple\\nof temples, and the palace of palaces; and I said: 'I will return, and\\nbuild it as a testimony to God.'\",\n \"in a town like Dover alone, to last me five or six hundred years, if I\\ncould live so long; and, having eaten, I descended The Shaft, and spent\"\n ],\n [\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"evening, and coming out upon the street from between an old wall and a\\nhouse, saw her quite near. I pulled up short--and peered. She was lying\",\n \"large plain floor of plaster, which bore the marks of the flames; and\\nover this the girl ran a few steps, pointed with excited recognition to\\na hole in it, ran further, and disappeared down the hole.\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"There were places in that city!--secrets, vastnesses, horrors! In the\\nwine-vaults at London Docks was a vat which must certainly have\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"number of girls in uniform opposite the Guildhall--half-way up the\\nstreet. She must have been spun down, arm over arm, for the wind was\",\n \"of her during the night, till, having reached the outer chamber, with a\\nwild start I saw her lying there at the door in the very spot where I\",\n \"I found the girl still asleep at the house-door, and stirring her with\\nmy foot, woke her. She leapt up with a start of surprise, and a\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"This girl! what a history! After existing twenty years in a sunless\\nworld hardly three acres wide, she one day suddenly saw the only sky\",\n \"crying out: 'Good God! save the girl!' and a minute later rushed out, to\\nmy surprise, into open space on a hill-side. On the lower ground I could\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"immediately subsided to the floor again, being in evident pain. I pulled\\nher up, and made her limp after me through several halls to the inner\",\n \"over it had been singed away, and the gate all charred. It gave way at a\\npush from my palm. The girl was close behind me. I next threw open a\",\n \"dead, still they would have written; and for God to read they wrote. At\\nany rate, I was so pleased with these poor people, that I stayed with\\nthem three weeks, sleeping under blankets on a couch in the\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"somewhat below the waist, and pretty tight-fitting; and, making her lie\\non the couch, I put upon her little feet little yellow baboosh-slippers,\",\n \"however, half blinded, to Peters door. It was locked: but immediately\\nnear the pavement was a window, the lower sash up, into which, with\"\n ],\n [\n \"already she can speak English with a quite considerable vocabulary, and\\nperfect correctness (except that she does not pronounce the letter 'r');\",\n \"* * * * *\\n\\nNot only can she not speak to me in any language that I know: but she\\ncan speak in _no_ language: it is my firm belief that she has _never_\\nspoken.\",\n \"I took her hand, and got her to understand that I wanted her to repeat\\nafter me.\\n\\n\\\"White,\\\" said I.\\n\\n\\\"Hwhite,\\\" said she.\",\n \"That morning, meeting her in the court, I had told her to repeat some\\nwords after me: but she had made no attempt, as if shy to break the long\",\n \"'Prevail,' said I.\\n\\n'Fffail,' said she, pronouncing the 'v' with a long fluttering\\n'f'-sound.\\n\\n'Pre-vail,' said I.\",\n \"This I discovered, not at once, but gradually. She would emit a stream\\nof sounds in the trance state--I can hardly call it _speech_, so\",\n \"whether I would follow, and then returning. At length yesterday, after\\nsitting to eat, she jumped up, and to my infinite surprise, said her\\nfirst word: said it with a most quaint, experimental effort of the\",\n \"'Oh, but how can you be so _cluel_ to me?' she cries, and ah, there was\\nanguish in that voice! 'There is something to tell--there _is!_ Don't I\\nknow it vely well by your voice?'\",\n \"and began again, and ceased, and spelled at me. For, above a shop which\\nfaced me was a flag, a red flag with white letters, fluttering on the\",\n \"This creature has a way of mincing her pressed lips, while she shakes\\nthe head, intensely cooing a fond laugh: and so she did then.\",\n \"is this: I heard her one afternoon murmuring in the intonation used when\\n_reading_; the matter interested me; I asked her where she was. She\",\n \"She stood up motionless, at a loss. She took a lock of her hair, and\\ndrew it through her lips. There was some look in her eyes, which I\",\n \"Then, the little hairs at her lip-corners still wet, says she:\",\n \"replied: \\\"Us are forty-five miles within: us read, and another writes\\\";\\nfrom which I concluded that she was some fifteen to thirty years in the\",\n \"As she said this, I saw her under-lip push out and tremble, as when she\\nis near to crying, and her eyes moisten: but a moment after she looked\",\n \"dead, where I stood, or bite my tongue through, or shriek the high laugh\\nof distraction. But when at last, after quite thirty or forty minutes\\nshe spoke, her voice was perfectly firm and calm. She said:\",\n \"opening, she may have merely come with blind instinctiveness after me,\\ntaking the first way open to her. I walked back, pulled at her arm, and\\nfound that she could not stand. Her face was screwed with silent\",\n \"'It is the paladox of the heart,' says she.\\n\\n'The what?'\\n\\n'The paladox,' says she.\",\n \"door which she would not let me open, feeling her all the time behind\\nme, watching me. And when I did get out, I was away up the length of the\",\n \"I could not speak. She broke an awkward silence, saying, very faint and\\npallid:\\n\\n'It is the day!'\"\n ],\n [\n \"Pekin, and San Francisco. In spite of the restraining influence of this\\npalace, I have burned and burned. I have burned two hundred cities and\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"five square miles, I burned; and Abbéville I burned; and Amiens I\\nburned; and three forests between Amiens and Paris I burned; and Paris I\",\n \"another month, and came leaving great tracts of burned desolation behind\\nme, towns and forests, Bordeaux burned, Lebourne burned, Bergerac\\nburned.\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"burned; burning and burning during four months, leaving behind me\\nsmoking districts, a long tract of ravage, like some being of the Pit\\nthat blights where pass his flaming wings.\",\n \"Well, one morning after four months, I opened my eyes in my cell to the\\npiercing consciousness that I had burned Monpont over-night: and so\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"London in England was larger: but no city, surely, ever _seemed_ so\\nlarge. But it is flimsy, and will burn like tinder. The houses are made\",\n \"possible. Once I passed through a city (Adrianople) doubly devastated,\\nonce by the hellish arson of my own hand, and once by the earthquake:\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\",\n \"and a danger, that such a horror should be, I at once set to work to\\ngather combustibles to burn the building to the ground.\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"Nagasaki, and burned it; and how I crossed over the great Pacific deep\\nto San Francisco, for I knew that Chinamen had been there, too, and one\",\n \"over cities, and only burned in that limited and languid way on account\\nof the ponderous volumes of carbonic anhydride with which they must, of\",\n \"This of city-burning has now become a habit with me more enchaining--and\\ninfinitely more debased--than ever was opium to the smoker, or alcohol\",\n \"thousands of feluccas, caiques, gondolas and merchantmen aflame. On my\\nleft burned all Scutari; and between six and eight in the evening I had\",\n \"comes, and does not fail, encumber the streets of London, Manchester,\\nLiverpool. The guides of the nation have fled; the father stabs his\",\n \"alone--that London should have been built only in order that _I_ might\\nenjoy the vast heroic spectacle of its burning--that all history, and\\nall civilisation should have existed only in order to accumulate for\"\n ],\n [\n \"That instant an odour arose, and came, and struck upon my brain, most\\ndetestable, most execrable; and while one might count ten, I was aware\",\n \"And all here that odour of blossoms, which nowhere yet, save on one vile\\nship, had failed, was now wholly overcome by another: and the thought\",\n \"of it before, only I had no proofs. By God, I should enjoy putting a\\nbullet into you, Jeffson!'\",\n \"'Oh,' said I, 'you kill your own dog, of course.'\\n\\n'Well, I don't know,' he replied, catching fire at once, 'you ought to\\nbe used to killing, Jeffson.'\",\n \"strange odour of peach-blossom, a mere whiff of it, and presently\\nafterwards was taken sick. However, it passed off this time in a couple\\nof hours.\",\n \"not fail to have more or less embalming effects upon the bodies which it\\nsaturated. I rushed stifling from that place; and thinking it a pity,\",\n \"very strong peach-odour in this closed shop, which displeased me. I then\\nproceeded southward and westward through by-streets, seeking some\",\n \"quiet room was still perceptibly peach-scented, and he gave not the\\nslightest odour that I could detect, though he had been corporal and\",\n \"and 'Man,' I said, 'is decomposing': for I knew it well: it was the\\nodour of human corruption.\",\n \"Before I could collect my astonished senses, I began to vomit pretty\\nviolently, and at the same time saw some of the dogs, mere skeletons as\",\n \"complicated by that perfume of hers, whose fearful effects I knew. My\\ntentative approach, however, proved to me, when I remained unaffected,\",\n \"'No, thanks, Jeffson: alone with you I am in danger of my life....'\\n\\nIt was Wilson. And I, too, forgetting at once all about the bear,\\nstopped and faced him.\",\n \"Jeffson, here see is but the far-tossed spray of that monstrous,\\ninfuriate flood.'\",\n \"'That's about my meaning, Jeffson,' says he: 'you are a deadly beast,\\nyou know.'\",\n \"projected a little the muzzles of three rifles, which must have glutted\\nthemselves with slaughter; and when, after a horror of disgust, having\",\n \"Between us yawned an early grave for one or other of our bodies.\\n\\nI heard Wilson cry out:\\n\\n'Are you ready, Jeffson?'\",\n \"which I had seen till then, so far from smelling ill, seemed to give out\\na certain perfume of the peach. She was evidently one of those many\",\n \"two-and-two appearance, made very repulsive by their jewels and\\nevening-dress. I had to steel my heart to go through this house, for I\",\n \"Well, on I staggered, fighting every inch of my deplorably weary way.\\nThis odour of peach-blossom, my sickness, and the death of the two dogs,\\nremained a wonder to me.\",\n \"'Well?' said Clark.\\n\\n'I'd split his skull as clean----!'\\n\\n'Go away, Adam Jeffson, and let me be!' snarled Clark.\"\n ],\n [\n \"THE END.\\n\\n\\n\\n\\n\\nEnd of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Purple Cloud, by M.P. Shiel\",\n \"cloud, and provision ourselves for six months--for it is perfectly\\nfeasible, and we have plenty of time, and no crowds to break down our\\nbarricades--and there in the deep earth we will live sweetly together,\",\n \"THE PURPLE CLOUD\\n\\nBy\\n\\nM.P. Shiel\\n\\n1901\",\n \"(_Here begins the note-book marked 'III.'_)\\n\\n\\n\\n\\nTHE PURPLE CLOUD\",\n \"crying out: 'Good God! save the girl!' and a minute later rushed out, to\\nmy surprise, into open space on a hill-side. On the lower ground I could\",\n \"GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PURPLE CLOUD ***\\n\\n\\n\\n\\nProduced by Suzanne Shell, Garrett Alley, Maria Khomenko and PG\\nDistributed Proofreaders\",\n \"And I am now writing three weeks later at a little place called\\nChâteau-les-Roses, and no poison-cloud, and no sign of any poison-cloud,\\nhas come. And this I do not understand.\",\n \"For she has appropriated the Almighty God to herself, naming Him '_my_\\nGod'--the impudence: though she generally knows what she is saying, too.\\nAnd she would not fly the cloud.\",\n \"'Because once, long ago before the poison-cloud, I had a lover called\\nClodagh: and she was a....'\",\n \"No purple cloud could I see as, on and on, for two hours, I tore\\nsouthward: but at hot noon, on the weather beam I spied through the\",\n \"'Is this the end? We do not, and cannot, believe it. Will the pure sky\\nwhich we to-day see above us be invaded in nine days, or less, by this\",\n \"'Purple, Leda,' said I.\\n\\n'And it had a smell like almonds or peach blossoms, did it not?' says\\nshe.\\n\\n'Yes,' said I, 'yes.'\",\n \"mixed from its base to the clouds with languid tongues of purple flame,\\nrose-coloured at their edges. This, Sloggett explained, was the\",\n \"over it had been singed away, and the gate all charred. It gave way at a\\npush from my palm. The girl was close behind me. I next threw open a\",\n \"'I cannot see it...!' I cried.\\n\\n'Then it has not tlavelled far enough to the north-west yet,' she said\\nwith decision.\",\n \"dead, where I stood, or bite my tongue through, or shriek the high laugh\\nof distraction. But when at last, after quite thirty or forty minutes\\nshe spoke, her voice was perfectly firm and calm. She said:\",\n \"of this Earth shall be no poison-cloud, I say to you, but Carnival and\\nHarvest-home ... though ye have sinned, poor hearts ...'\",\n \"of wrath, that I could not move a finger. 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