Jane's bedroom in medium long shot; at the rear are very high narrow windows 
with painted scroll work between them. In the foreground is Jane's bed, 
lavishly draped with white material. Jane is asleep, face upturned and her 
right arm curling round the back of her head.

At the same time, just outside Jane's house, Cesare advances stealthily down 
the path by the garden wall, still dressed in his tight dark clothes. He 
walks, with a strange stiff-legged gait, right arm extended above his head as 
he feels his way along the wall with his hand. He finally comes to a lighted 
doorway in the wall and he turns slowly and mounts the three steps which lead 
up to it and disappears.

Jane is still sleeping in the same position as before. Behind one of the 
windows at the rear of the room the sinister figure of Cesare slowly rises 
up.

The face and torso of Cesare appear more clearly through the window. A long 
stiletto gleams in his hand.

Jane, however, continues to sleep peacefully, as Cesare begins to remove a 
bar from the window.

Cesare has now completely detached the bar from the window; he quickly tosses 
it away and steps over the window sill into the room. Cesare moves away 
slowly from the window, sliding towards the bed like some graceful automaton. 
As he comes to the edge of the bed, he raises the shining stiletto over the 
sleeping form of the oblivious Jane. The whites of his eyes are brightly 
visible. 

Cesare stares forward, expressionless, the long dagger poised for the 
downward plunge.

Cesare begins to stab downwards towards Jane's body. Then suddenly he stops 
and his shoulders move jerkily several times. An almost benevolent expression 
spreads over his face, as he drops the knife and begins to bend forward 
slowly again.

Gently, Cesare bends down towards Jane, slowly extending his fingers and 
reaching out with his right arm until it touches the hair of the sleeping 
girl. Jane wakes up immediately, absolutely beside herself with terror. 
Cesare seizes her wrists. 

Grinning grotesquely, Cesare struggles with the girl's wrists and pulls her 
face towards him. She holds her eyes tightly shut. Cesare, laughing, grasps 
her by her chin and hair and pushes her down on the bed, where she continues 
to struggle.

She fights with Cesare on the bed and manages to roll away from him for an 
instant, but then he manages to grasp both wrists again as she hurls herself 
forward in a determined effort to shake him off. In an effort to hold her 
still, Cesare wraps his arm round the girl's breast, whereupon she raises her 
hands as though to scratch his face, so that he is forced to grab her wrists 
again. Finally Cesare manages to set both his hands round the girl's neck.
 
Cesare picks Jane up, his left arm passing round her waist. She is still 
struggling so violently that Cesare is unable to detach her from a bundle of 
bedclothes which he picks up with her.

Two men are asleep, in medium shot, heads pointing towards the center of the 
frame. They suddenly sit up in bed, looking very alarmed, and point off left. 
The older man turns to the younger and they both begin to get out of bed as 
quickly as possible. 

Cesare, in the meantime, has grasped the girl more firmly and is carrying her 
towards the window through which he entered; the bedclothes fall to the floor 
as Jane still struggles faintly under his arm.

The two men, now risen from their beds, move away from camera into darkness.

The two men rush into Jane's bedroom from the rear and dash towards the empty 
bed, waving their arms in consternation and confusion. A dark-haired woman, 
wearing a white blouse and dark skirt, runs in after them. Another man 
follows her into the room, pushes his way between the two others and throws 
himself on the rumpled bed in a burst of grief and desperation. Then the 
first two men and the woman notice the window open at the back of the room 
and all three run back towards it.

The younger man points up through the window towards the rooftops. His 
companion looks through the window in the same direction.

The man who prostrated himself on the bed now picks himself up and goes to 
join the other three at the window.

He rudely pushes the woman out of his way in his anxiety to look out of the 
window.

Cesare comes from the left carrying the girl bundled under his arm; he makes 
his way across very precipitous rooftops which lean towards each other at 
crazy angles. Long, narrow chimney-pots pointing in all directions, stand out 
against a brightly-lit sky. Cesare walks swiftly along the ridge of one of 
the rooftops and then begins to disappear from sight behind the crest of a 
roof.  

Caligari, seen through the bars of his caravan window, is still apparently 
asleep, hands folded on top of his cane. By his side, the figure of Cesare is 
still lying in the open cabinet.

Outside the caravan, Francis gazes intently through the window. 

Cesare, still carrying Jane, comes out of the brightly lit doorway in the 
garden wall. He moves away quickly down the path towards the rear, keeping 
close to the wall. 

A second or two later, the young man, who has already been seen in the 
bedroom, starts out of the doorway in hot pursuit of Cesare; he is followed 
closely by the older man, still wearing pajama trousers. They run quickly 
down the path and disappear.

Cesare, now staggering under his human burden, is approaching the crown of a 
small hump-backed bridge, from which a tortuous path leads down. The bridge 
is very abruptly arched and lamps and a balustrade are painted along its 
parapet. In the foreground are a number of gaunt gothic tree forms, giving a 
sinister air to the scene. The sides of the screen are blacked out. Cesare 
staggers down the path from the crown of the bridge, turning his feet 
outwards in an effort to preserve his balance. As he comes down from the 
bridge, his two pursuers appear on the path on the other side of the bridge, 
rapidly gaining on him. Cesare lets Jane fall to the ground and runs away 
down the path. The two leading men pick up her prostrate body and, joined by 
a third, carry her back up the path and over the bridge. As they pick her up, 
a number of men dash past them to continue the pursuit of Cesare.

Cesare appears climbing up a steeply sloping path on a hillside covered with 
coarse, spear-pointed grass. On the horizon are cut-out tree forms with weird 
tapering branches; they stand out in silhouette against a brightly-lit sky. 
As he mounts the path, Cesare shows all the signs of great exhaustion: his 
shoulders are sagging, his arms are droopingly outstretched, as though he is 
making a feeble attempt to retain his balance. He staggers, stops, turns, 
crumples to the ground and rolls away out of sight down the hillside.