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Anna: You are Napoleon Bonaparte. Let me alone.

MEDIUM ANNA AND TEUFEL
Teufel: Anastasia’s foot was stabbed by a bayonet.

TEUFEL pulls at the bed covers.

Teufel: Let me see your foot.
Anna: No!
Teufel: On rainy days, you limp. Why?
Anna: The train accident!
Teufel: No!
Anna: Don’t touch me.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Teufel: Hear me, Duchess. Miss High and Mighty Grand Duch-
ess. I’ll do what I like. This is not old Russia. This is the new
Germany. Verstehst du? This is a new day. Now you take this
news clipping and read it. See, my Romanov sweet, how close
the American journalist is on your trail.
Anna: Leave me.
Teufel: Leave you? Ah no. You need me. Now. And I need you.
Anna: You need me?
Teufel: You are my ticket away from this madhouse.
Anna: I am not the Grand Duchess Anastasia.
Teufel: Not now. But once you were. And you will be again.
There is much money...I have written to your relatives.
Anna: What relatives?
Teufel: Your uncle, the Grand Duke Ernst Ludwig. His sister,
your aunt, the Grand Duchess Olga.
Anna: Those people are nothing to me!
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NEWSPAPER ARTICLE displaying New York Blade

Teufel: (Voice Over) But you are everything to them. You are the
sole living heir to all of Russia.

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