4x-xx-xx ep03 The Vendetta

Out of the past, Phantoms of a World gone by, Speak again, very mortal tale, The Vendetta. Give me a penny, Mademoiselle.

Just the penny for an old lady. I'll tell you a story if you'll give me a penny, Miss Yur. All right, gypsy, not today. How about you, Madam? Me? How about a penny for my story?

Well, just a penny for a story. A story you won't forget. I never could resist a story. It's a deal. You tell the story and I'll give you the penny. I'll give you the penny.

Well, we better sit down on the front steps of the museum here. Now the story starts in an attic of an old poncium. The story is of two lovers who were sitting together in an old attic in a two-gable building where the wind softly shook the old shutters as it blew by.

The girl was beautiful. Those two were in love. And she was telling him the story of the vendetta. She'll be my darling. Tell me about the vendetta. It was so long ago, though, eh? But I'll never forget the fire in the flames.

Sometimes at night I still think of myself as that little bear in Corsica, sitting with her mother in the living room. I can still see our sworn enemies, the Port of Family, breaking in, pouring kerosene on our ruddles and see the fire start.

Those fires which were meant as our funeral fire. I can still hear my mother scream before she dies. Somehow, my father saved my life and told me to hide in the west end and wait for him.

And then there was more fire, more flames, and the vendetta of the sentence. The port of family was dead. And then we came to Paris to the concierge next door. I remember the ugly white stone building, the long, rickety flight of stairs to the three-room flat on the third floor.