All language subtitles for Le Jeu avec le feu (Alain Robbe-Grillet, 1975)

And now Carolina, no doubt
already resembles that adolescent

... that was once her young mother.

It's for this reason, the memory,

or well, only because the elders said so...

Herod, Balthazar or Solomon: Son of David,

longed for heating their souls
with the soft skin of young maidens.

...of very young maidens.

But no, it is a lie.

Already as a child
under the beams of the attic too low,

in the afternoon silence
of the changeless empty summer,

I reread the dented red
colored books with images...

in which maidens
of astonishing beauty...

slim, slender, golden,

chased by the dogs,
fell exhausted in the hands of hunters,

Taking them back to
the ever exciting, ever nostalgic prince.

Ever nostalgic prince,
abandoning like a golden quill's lament...

the never-ending, unfinished prose.

To contemplate in his dream...

the burned, desperate, breathless prey,
aligned at his feet.

Removing gracefully torn clothing,

watches the captive uncover herself,
eyes expanding with fear.

Whipped by servants
before him, to his amusement.

Bathing thy wounded tender heart
and falling asleep, caressing her.

Cruel wedding ceremony
where she is doomed.

Crucified, eaten alive as for
the fate of their marriage.

The last portrait displays her.

Lips slightly parted,
served over a bed of roses.

Carolina, no doubt already resembles
this distant image.

This is interesting.

OK, you can package her.

'Live Animal'

Enough! Still!

If you're good, you'll get
a nice bowl of soup when you arrive.

She's a pedigree, but
not very well trained yet.

If you don't stop,
you'll get a good beating.

You see,
already beginning to understand.

Playing With Fire

Message for
Georges Balthazar de Saxe.

Banker. 47. Widow
with an only daughter.

Carolina. Carolina. Carolina. Carolina
is in the park, reading a book.

Innocent and peaceful.

Right now she's in great danger.

- Hello! Who are you?

Hello?

Hello? Who are you?

Hello?

Ah Maria...
go immediately...

Tell Mathias to join me
at the end of the garden.

As soon as possible.

My respects Sir.

Your daughter, Sir, has just been abducted.

Abducted! Your daughter Carolina.

She is now in a safe place.

Unfortunately in the hands of
an organization both powerful and cruel.

The ransom has been set
at one million dollars.

US dollars.

One Million. The details of payment
will be briefly communicated.

Don't argue about the price.
It's useless.

And don't take long
to pay your debt...

for the organization exercises...

day after day,
the right of DISCOUNT!

Discount: Interests of delay.

Right to use in whatever way.

Paid by the rich clients
of a special house for sexual deviants

in which Carolina will be held
as captive.

These Interesting perversions
would wear her out,

of course, bit by bit.

If you notify the police...

Your daughter will be burned alive.

And no one will ever find the least trace.

Here sir, is the proof...

attesting the seriousness of our matters.

Ah, it's you Mathias.

- Sir is unwell?
- It will pass.

This guy...
sprayed me with some drug all over.

Oh. What unreliable partners...

...you had a meeting with in the garden.

No, you idiot! They were...
I don't know who they were.

Sir knows maybe what they desired?

Did they demand anything?

No... they didn't ask for anything.

Ah. Well, in that case
rest and don't worry.

I'll check
if everything is in order.

Quick! Quick!
For God's sake!

I can't say more
Your little Carolina.

Lost.

Excuse me Sir,
But I saw nothing at all suspicious.

Tell me Mathias, what time
did my daughter leave this morning?

Does anyone in the house
know where she went?

As far as I know
the young lady left around nine.

As for knowing where she went...

the easiest thing
is for you to ask her yourself.

She's just now returned.

I met her as I was leaving the house,
while she was going up to her room.

With your permission,
I'll be excused.

Good, you're here.

I'm here.
What's wrong?

Has nothing odd
happened to you this morning?

Odd in what sense?

Was it you who wrote this postcard?

No, why?

It's your handwriting.

Yes...
Oh, silly me!

With the idea of arriving early,

a stupid taxi driver
took me on an incredible tour.

And as always happens,
we got completely stuck.

Miss,
could I have an autograph?

Can you add anything
on occasion...

of this meeting...
only too brief?

Yes, but we must hurry.

It's a bit dry.

You couldn't... put for example...
'your Carolina'?

Why should I do that?

Let's say... for my sake.

Hop, hop, hop.
She signs it...freely.

Done, already closed the window.

All done. Carolina De Saxe
is already in our hands.

Details.

Abducted flawlessly,
as if by magic,

and taken to the safest
of hiding places.

- Precision?
- No need for precision!

Universal law.
Even the head.

Everyone holds responsibility
of their own sector.

Absolute discretion! Efficiency!

No risk at all with the nitwits...

and limited damage
in case of accident.

As you wish.

No further instructions?

No, Continue with daily reports.

- At your orders pal.
- Goodbye.

Call Pierre Garin.

Follow Franz.

Okay.
Why?

No questions.
Report twice a day.

On Franz?
'Kay...

- Carry it out. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Excuse me Sir.

But here's a message
which I totally forgot,

in all this commotion,

while Sir was in the gardens.

I should point out that it was
the cause of my delay...

in rejoining Sir.

The instructions
for freeing the prisoner...

will be given at the point marked
with a cross on the photograph.

I apologize to the gentleman.

But it seems to me that this thing
becomes terribly exciting!

It could be something serious.

Perhaps there was only a mistake
in the layout of the script.

And tonight... or tomorrow...

So you think
I'm going to be kidnapped.

And what will they
do with me in their lair?

- Good morning.
- Yes?

Have you already practiced the pleasure
of the 'cruel game'?

Sometimes but not often.

What is that exactly? Spanking?

Rather the whip.

Cigarettes, tying up, poison ivy,

tampons soaked in alcohol,
and so on...

Don't think I'd like it.
Anyway these things are expensive.

Sure. We'll fix the price
and pocket the money.

And no one's asking if you
like it or not.

Contact Julien Jacques,
your pimp.

Let's go!

Write him a nice little note.

He'll have to turn
quite a few tricks...

if he wants you
back alive.

Rectifying the error in the system,
the kidnapping could take place equally...

Tomorrow, today perhaps.
With a slight delay.

A standstill. A pause,
from which we should profit,

to put ourselves under
the protection of the police.

So far, it's an empty threat,
which I've carefully hidden.

But to what end?

Ah Carol... Carolina... Caroline...

Given that it seems
to be an empty threat,

we use the breathing space,
to alert the police.

Without wasting a moment.

Four, three, two, one... zero!

What happened?

I wanted to burn some papers
and there was an explosion!

But why? What papers?

Nothing but old stuff!

And this? What is it?

An old doll I've kept.

A doll made of celluloid
in the fire?

Don't you know it's dangerous?

Many children have been burned alive!

But I didn't throw it on purpose,
I don't know who put it in the basket,

with all the papers to burn.

I did it without looking.

- You're not hurt?
- No.

Sure?

Just a bit.
A little burn.

It looks like a cat's paw.

And what if it's something else?
Something put there on purpose.

Calm down.

Don't invent
unnecessary concerns.

I wanted to call the police.

But it is better not,
for the moment.

After all, you haven't been kidnapped.

And all that's happened,
seems like... a game.

Miss! You'll be safe here.

Go!

Go! Bed!

Now, he's gone.
You can get out.

It seems he just wanted to play.
- You think so?

Yes. but...
Were you bitten?

Oh no, only scratches
from the bushes.

Oh, but I wouldn't be so sure.

No, no. Those scratches
have been made by teeth.

They're nothing, anyway.

Yes. A dog that tries to bite
must be mad.

It's essential
you get an injection straight away.

Luckily there's a doctor.

Don't be surprised...
It's a new social service.

I must have lost my purse
when I was running.

Don't worry.
You won't need it now.

Clear off!
This isn't for you.

One: You're rocking the balance and
your power is losing weight.

Two: You're days of happiness
can...

now be counted by your own hands.

Three: your empire, and the flesh
of your flesh will perish in flames.

Listen. I thought about it.

I think it's better to wait.

The gentleman that Sir is expecting
has arrived.

Good, let him in.
- At your orders.

It's a fellow you don't
know yet

And that could be useful.
I believe.

Are you working on the house?

No, I don't know what's happening.

Carolina, could you ring please?

- Sir has rung?
- Yes, Mathias.

What's that commotion?

Forgive me Sir.

But it comes from an unimportant
incident in the kitchen.

I allowed myself to break a box...

to burn it more easily.

Oh, well...

If Sir will permit, I'll go check
what's going on.

That client there,
you'll have to please him.

- Understand?
- Yes, I understand.

That's surely the key.

Make yourself pretty and
open your eyes.

I'm afraid.

Then you're not mistaken!

Here's all that we know.
A non-existent kidnapping,

a huge ransom to be paid,

a secret appointment
at the most visible place in Paris.

And no specific threat?

No.

Then it's all a joke,
without a doubt.

But it's best to be careful, however.

You should place
Miss Carolina in a safe location.

No, I'd rather stay at home!

I'm safe here.

I'll get some extra bodyguards.

- The house... - Is the least secure
of shelters. It's obvious.

Given that the kidnappers
know you're here.

We must find a place
where nobody would think to look.

An insane asylum... a prison
for a political party...

Or a brothel.

I have an idea...

I have a friend, completely trustworthy,
who runs a sort of...

Clinic.

A place of rest
for exhausted women.

It's... calm, discrete,
classy, you know.

Importantly, the bodyguards always
watch over the safety of the clients.

whom the mistress of the house
knows personally... and intimately.

Away from Carolina,
I wouldn't feel comfortable.

Naturally.

But it's not your
peace of mind that counts.

But the protection of her body.

It's important that Carolina
leaves this same evening.

Erika, my friend is in Paris
right now.

- Is this place far from Paris?
- No, not too far.

As a precaution, Carolina will
dress as a man, in one of your suits.

No, it would be too big.
Better one of mine.

By chance, I have one
in my suitcase.

Since I don't have time
to go home and change.

We must save her young body.

I hesitated at first.

I made some objections...

But finally I accepted.

Your empire, and the flesh
of your flesh will perish...

...by the fire.

Can you give me a shirt, please?

This one here, Miss?
- Yes, Maria.

You can come in.

It's perfect.
As if it were made for you.

I'm afraid the jacket
might not fit so well.

Mathias, would you call a taxi?

Sir doesn't take the car?

No.
I prefer a taxi.

We need a moustache.

Nothing easier.

Ah, a false one!

Naturally.
All men's moustaches are false.

- You didn't know?
- No.

Kidnappings are so romantic.

Unfortunately
it's no longer what it once was.

Once upon a time, fair beauties
were abducted by horses.

Raped by swans,
seduced by snakes.

Torn apart by bulls...
past pleasures, unfortunately.

Times change.

- Swans? And how did they do it?
- I'll show you.

I admit that it was full
of attention and kindness.

and love was made
in a way technically correct,

but nothing more.

As a memento
I took the gold chain,

Carolina always wears
around her waist.

and had forgotten to put
back on...

after removing it
to put her pants on.

'What I didn't understand

is if it was
Franz disguised as woman

or a woman disguised as Franz.'

Don't say anything.
You're waiting.

Madam, will be right down.

Here, my Lady,
your new, little schoolgirl.

A luxurious acquisition.

Carolina De Saxe,
Erica von Eide.

Useless to remember.

it's an alias.

Thank you for welcoming me madam.

Don't thank me.
The pleasure will be all mine.

The young lady should
change out of her disguise.

That is no longer suitable
to her circumstances... now.

Although, maybe...
on second thought...

You will find a dress to fit
on the couch, near the wardrobe.

Hurry up!

'The pleasure will be all mine.'
Slut!

I'll make you lick pee
off the floor!

and put boots and belts for...

That's good.

In here it's so much larger
than it seems from the outside.

Yes, it wasn't an easy feat.

And also...

How to say?

Who are those girls
dressed in black?

The guests of the house.

All dressed in black?

It's customary.
To distinguish them from the maids,

who wear white.

Why are they so still?

They're resting.

And me too, is that what
I'll also have to wear?

- And all these doors?
- There are many rooms.

- What do they mean, these photos?
- Only what you see. Only portraits.

And this is your room.

Is she a good pupil?

If she's not obedient, don't hesitate
to punish her. Cruelly.

It's already been done.
See the effects. Reverence...

I am yours, Ma'am.

Dress.

Get up.

Is she a real whore?

Guaranteed, Sir.

- Where's her area?
- Palais Royale.

- And... her price?
- Third category, Sir.

Unwrap it.

Immediately, Sir.

Yes, seems fine.

I'll have it
with red sauce.

'flamb�ed with cognac'.

Very good, Sir. And as the garnish?
Tagliatella?

If you wish.
Is it tender?

Naturally Sir.

Add a little something as precaution,
so it tastes just right.

Unnecessary. But,
I'll do as Sir wishes.

I've everything needed here.

The doors, corridors,
photographs, keys.

The names on the doors.

My own photo,
and my own name.

I wanted to close the inside lock,

but it had been unscrewed
during my brief absence.

My legs were weak
and my mouth dry.

I saw a bottle
on a tray,

which seemed to be
water for the night.

I drank a full glass.

But I soon realized
I'd made a big mistake.

I beg you, Sir, hold back
from performing an irreparable act.

That would put in danger,

her that God was putting
under your protection.

No acts of violence
in this sacred place.

Come on, let's hurry.

She's in for quite a
wedding night!

Come in.

Hello baby.

You don't lock your door?

It was removed.

Removed? The lock?
What do you mean?

It works perfectly.

Ah, so it does.

Did you sleep well?

Listen, Strange things happen in this house.
Don't you find it bizarre?

Bizarre?

No. Why? I find it
quiet and comfortable.

And the people?

I found it a bit...
deserted don't you maybe?

Why do they lock me in?

As a precaution, no doubt.

And who gave you
the key to my door?

The guard, obviously.

Did you see the room of portraits?

Yes I glimpsed it as I went by.
An interesting idea, don't you think?

Why are you so nervous?

I had a bad dream last night.

There was a very strong, tall man
who was washing my body.

You should take a tranquilizer.

I have one with me,
if you want.

Look there! It wasn't a dream!
His stick is still there

Don't be silly.
It's my umbrella.

I put it there when I arrived.

Here.

Swallow, now.

Now, don't be naughty!

Even as a child you had
strange, morbid nightmares.

There's no reason to worry yourself.

I contacted, despite everything,
your alleged kidnappers.

As if you really were taken.

- I am taken.
- But no, you're here.

So I went to the appointment
marked on the postcard.

It was the first time
I've climbed the Arc de Triomphe.

Certainly also the last.

But maybe someday I'll have
to take you there.

Later, don't know when,
and for what reason.

Now, when you where a little girl
and I held your hand...

You too sir, you walk your children?

And now what do I answer?

This idiot phrase must be a password.

That these imbeciles didn't even
tell me about.

Fine weather, is not it, to visit
the capital with your family?

Absolutely, the sun, the wind, the rain,
the smell of the air, the day dawns,

the night falls, and so on...

It so happens that I've brought
with me a little something.

Memento of Paris.

Like the obelisk erected
facing the Arc de Triomphe.

And the flesh of girls offered
in the secrecy of brothels.

Does this bring anything to mind?

Ah, thank you.
I wondered where that was.

The chain, of course.

As for Carolina, alas,
you know her cruel fate,

and you know the price,
to save her from it.

Do you take checks?

Why not notes,
seeing as it's you?

Cash then.
Ah, that lack of trust.

Used, in small bills.
Let's say, 10 francs.

More convenient
for sandwiches and caf� latt�.

500,000 bills,
ten per millimeter, about...

Yes, more or less
50,000 mm,

that's a column fifty meters high.

So much?

Of course, and very heavy.

Not to mention the hard work involved,

to obtain them discreetly.

That's none of my business.

I carry out orders,
period.

Get thinner bills,
or renegotiate the deal.

The orders on this point
are very precise.

Small used cuts enclosed
in a bag of cement.

Deposited on a construction site,

which is at kilometer K,
on street X.

Here is the scale map.

Here, right here
in slot C.

Just to the right after passing door P.
Got it?

You know very well
there's a credit crunch.

I'd rather pay you
in several instalments.

However,
take this in the meantime.

Three, four, five six, seven,
eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

No doubt trying to con me
into paying faster...

hoping to impress me with the talent
and power of his organization,

The middle-man forced me to accompany him
to this sort of club.

In twenty seconds,
the girl that you're looking at

will be called to the phone.

She won't return.

Is the ransom considerable?

Professional secret,
Mr. De Saxe.

Miss Diana Van Den Berg
wanted on the phone.

Beautiful victim, don't you think?
Pitiful and tender.

For the pleasure
of our sadistic customers.

Done. The window's closed.

Come on, get up.

You must be ready at seven
for a difficult customer.

There's still time.

Do you want
to be punished some more?

- By you?
- No, by Erika.

She always invents these things
that really hurt.

Remember?

Yes.

Only you lose, not us.

There are always gentlemen
who appreciate the show.

And even the ladies.

Yes, I know.

Don't you want to make love
some more?

No, there's no time to lose.
Business before pleasure.

Do you want to ...

rape me?

Like this?

Wait, lady, we'll help you.
They're real peasants, up there.

You can manage better inside.

Done. Window's closed.

Pretty, don't you think?

For you Sir, It will be only
50,000. If you want.

Let me go right away.

Or I'll call the ambassador
of my country.

If you like, we could put her
in a position, more comfortable.

In any case, two or three of
our men will rape her.

This in their own given right,
understand?

Unless they're ordered otherwise.

I beg you, Sir.
Tell them not to touch me.

My father will pay
whatever you wish!

Of course he will pay,
but it makes no difference.

Even admitting the show was pleasing,

I don't think it was
very prudent to show me.

I could recognize the places,
give directions.

No Sir, it's not possible.

Think of your dear little Carolina,

and what could happen to her
to amuse you.

Burned alive, for example.
But we can do better.

As for this,
it's a temporary haven.

Perhaps tomorrow,
it will no longer exist.

No! Let go of me! Let go of me!

If you're not a good girl
we'll burn your little nipples.

Don't spoil her too much.

She must arrive
at her destination

in usable condition.

There...

Fire.

Now, watch the birdie.

Fire!

The client is waiting.
Now, just as she is.

OK, we're coming.

Hello hello.
How are you feeling today?

This hotel doesn't offer many distractions
to a fashionable young lady.

No, I have no time to get bored.

- The place is nice, isn't it?
- Yes, very nice.

So, all is well.

I know your father
has made several visits.

Yes, I mean no.
One that I know of.

Do you need anything?
- No, thanks.

Well, all right then,
I'll be leaving.

I'll make the dog rape you.

Tell me you love me, my sweet.

Madam, I love you.
And I'm your slave.

Then we'll go hunting in the park...

and the dogs will open your belly, tush
and your lovely thighs.

Have you prayed to God tonight,
Desdemona?

Sweet soul, take heed of perjury!

T'is death that comes,
just like a shadow.

Talk you of dying,
my lord?

Ay, I do!

Therefore,
confess thee freely of thy sin.

I never did offend
thee in my life.

By heavens, you have!

I saw it! Your little panties he blew like
they were a handkerchief.

I saw it! With my
own eyes!

Pretend you cry, in front of me.

Send me away my Lord.
But do not let me die.

Shut up, slut!

Then kill me tomorrow.

Let me live one more day.

No! I feel like it!

And certain things...

are best done right away.

I can't breathe. Do I have time
for a last prayer?

It's too late.

You're not quite dead yet.

your skin... is still warm...

And tender...

and soft.

I didn't want to prolong your suffering.

Age?

Eighteen.

Her death was recent.

Oh, and still fresh.

How did she die?

- Sexual offense.
- Particulars?

Raped then disemboweled.

By whom?

By her confessor.

The funeral service?

Oh magnificent,
it finished a few minutes ago.

The funeral?

When you are done with her.

Ready, Sir.

Light her up.

You were going for a walk?

Good boy.

Down boy.

Ah yes,
I forgot the key.

You think our new prisoner will get used
to her new condition?

- Oh no sir!
- Good! Good! Most clients prefer that.

- That's horrible.
- Naturally.

- Your unease is very charming.
- And we are very happy.

Leave me. I beg you.

- Give her a dose!
- Only one madam?

Yes, one is enough to leave her
with a little hope of revolt.

Tell me! Don't be an asshole.

Listen Pierre Garin,
are you whining or playing?

Ok, Ok, I'll play.

Arr,I can't see anything tonight.

Fifty.

Tell me where you've hidden
the little De Saxe girl, or I'm folding.

Each must do his own work.

See you.

I'm tired,
the work is too hard.

They leave it all to me.

Just tell the boss
you've found her and all's well.

And if he wants to check?

It's easy.

Tell him, you were
at the top of the Arc de Triomphe,

and when she arrived,
you gave her a little push.

And whoops, over she went.

You mean the girl
is already dead?

No, this is a metonymy,
not a hypothesis.

If you don't understand,
I can't do anything.

He didn't understand for sure.

- I only understand I've run out of money.
- OK. We'll play something else.

The girl that's being sent back
to her family...

We have two hours of spare time.

What? She's being returned?
Have they already paid?

No. An error
in the merchandise.

We have contractors
devoid of merit.

Luxurious standard of living, but in debt.
The bank refused the payment.

Oh, shit.
You see, they'll blame me.

My pockets are full.

The economic climate
is most unfavorable.

The banks are stopping their credit.

And then people are more and more
depraved. I don't know where it'll end.

I don't know what the clients
have done to the girl, up at the villa.

But it's nothing too orthodox.

In fact she's still a virgin.
Don't you believe me?

Hey, fellas!
Bring the basket.

Virgin?

Very rare, today.

Almost offensive.

Ah, on this point,
I quite agree.

I'm a guy of normal appetites.

OK then,
let's play poker.

No.

Baccarat. Eh?
It's more in your line.

Baccarat.

Unwrapped!

You're all pigs!
Nothing but sick.

Scum!

Those fools
must have forgotten the injection.

I'll get revenge.
I don't need the police for that.

I'll find that dump...
and with my friends we'll blow it up.

Listen, don't bother us. Don't you see my
friend is having a hard time?

You know very well my parents are broke.

Private Hotel, Rolls, all of that's bluff.

Without even bargaining,
instead of sending me freely.

What will they think when I
return to school?

- What do you study?
- Acting.

Then you know how to do the part.

You think it's easy with these moron
journalists onto everything?

Don't be annoying!
We're working!

Baccarat.

That's it.

My friend has won.

He'll be the one
to proceed with your deflowering.

So you'll have at least
something to tell to your girlfriends.

Pierre Garin...

You are despicable!
I hate you!

Missionary position,
but tie her well.

All are beautiful, young, rich.

This is the twelfth
for all we know,

and no one has yet
filed a complaint.

This suggests
that there are others.

Hundreds maybe.

- Classified information?
- Undoubtedly.

Perhaps we should
boil down the facts for the public.

Naturally.
I've even prepared a note.

'The script
seems always the same.

Acquaintances of the beautiful,
young lady X and young lady Y

cease abruptly
to see them in their surroundings.

When friends ask for news...'

- Am I being clear?
- Perfectly.

'When friends ask for news
from the families,

amazed at such
an unexpected disappearance...'

Huh... unexpected...
'of missed appointments,

of continued absence
on the phone,

the father, or husband, bring out
apologies both unclear and vague.

Forced rest, unannounced trips...

The last case
of which we are aware?

The last known case
is that of Diana Van Den Berg.

Called to the phone, Tuesday evening
at the club what's-it-called,

never returned to her table,

not only was it that... she...'

What a way to write!

Such a precious style,

as if it wasn't already
difficult enough to understand.

'Not, only, was it that... she...'

In short 'She didn't return
to collect her personal belongings.

didn't even pass the cloakroom

To collect her fur...
'animal unknown'

Her friends called...

Her friends called her house,

Her father informs them that
the girl felt unwell,

and had to return home in a hurry.

But this time, there are witnesses.

Suspects, indeed.

Yes, two. Two men,
standing by the bar,

and who watch intently the girl,
Ahha, they've been noticed.

They were noticed by those present.
One was identified.

Amazingly,
it was the banker, Georges de Saxe

who would even pronounce
the fateful word: ransom.

- Good, let him in.
- Here he is, boss.

Were you one day and one time,
at club what's-it-called?

Yes... that is no...
Sorry, I don't remember.

Don't beat around the bush sir.
Yes or no?

Maybe in a certain respect...
if I remember correctly.

- You go there often?
- No, never.

Incorrect!

That night you were there.

So what?

I mean to say that I don't frequent
that kind of place willingly...

Ahha! Then you had a special reason
for going that night.

Not at all,
It was purely by chance.

- And who were you with?
- I was alone.

Incorrect!
You were talking with someone.

- A casual acquaintance.
- And who was it?

I don't know.

Have you ever seen this girl?

- No.
- You've never seen her?

No, not at all.

Another thing.

You possess a Cobra revolver,
very rare.

A bullet was shot on the 18th at
the Bois de Boulogne...

with a weapon of this type.

Can you bring me the piece?

- It's been stolen.
- When?

I don't know.

Thank you sir.

And if you have
other news on this case,

Call Commissioner Laurent.

- Financial status?
- Precarious.

- Moral reputation?
- Very doubtful.

He's trying to get a large sum
for an unknown reason.

The father of Van Den Berg
would pay any amount

if her daughter was really abducted.

Ten percent.

Twelve percent.

Gold Taxes.

All right!

All right.

I've come to suggest a walk
Are you ready?

We must always be ready,
you know.

Very good, very good.
Then, let's go.

- Shall we walk in the house?
- Oh, no, outside.

- In the garden?
- No no, in the country.

Ah, right.

And the dogs?

What dogs?
There are no dogs.

The gate isn't locked?

Of course not,
why would it be?

As a precaution
I've been told.

To only one who's a caution
occurs a precaution.

Aha! mephitic wordplay.

We can go out like this,
freely?

To hear you speak like that,
one would take you for a prisoner.

So you've found my trail.
Happy?

Yeah, sure.

And little Carolina,
you know where she is?

Hitchhiking down at the crossroads.

She went in the hotel to telephone.

However I don't think
that will take long.

Well then, good luck.

Hello, Caro here.

Yes, Operation Successful.

Little bump in the road but things
are proceeding as intended.

For contacts were impossible
all along

I'll have the bag of cement
in one hour.

under circumstances unforeseen.

Tell the comrades everything
will be fine.

Oh, no!

Ah, shit!

- Hello? Is this Commissioner Laurent?
- Yes. Georges de Saxe?

- I'm calling as you have suggested.
- Have you thought about it?

Within 17 minutes exactly,

I will deposit a bag containing
500 million in used notes,

at the location and exact spot...

with the ransom of my daughter, Carolina.

- The young lady was kidnapped?
- Not exactly, but the gangsters believe so

and persecute me.

I thought I'd give you
the opportunity to arrest them.

Very kind of you.

Think nothing of it, Commissioner.

Just be on time because
it's a lot of money.

And money is expensive
nowadays.

- Police.
- Sir, you are under arrest!

And you think that surprises me?

Nice work.

Have you got identification?

They seem in order.

I'm afraid the banker's
making fun of you.

You've been arrested for nothing.

There's no small bills?

Neither small nor big.
The hiding place is empty.

Oh, well.

- Georges de Saxe?
- In person.

This is Commissioner Laurent.

Good morning. Well?

The man who was with you at the club
what's-it-called, has been arrested.

So much the better.

I was a bit offended by the fact,

that you didn't put the money
in the hiding place.

What?

We would have recovered it.
We're honest police.

But you haven't...?

Help! Rescue me! Rescue me!

Help!

Help!

Aiuto!

Help! Help me!

Died in a car accident.

Which makes you think, according to
the police, it was murder.

The car caught fire,

before she could get out,
tied and dazed.

It was my fault,
in other words.

What horror.

Carolina.

Flesh of my flesh.

Destroyed in the flames.

And so for this...
there's my revolver,

named after a snake.

It was returned to me this morning,
by express delivery.

- How are you?
- Not too bad.

No bruises?
- No, everything went OK.

Well, we won,
as expected.

I didn't understand the script at all.
but in short, that's it.

You have the money?

The ransom?
Of course. It's in the trunk.

Alright then, let's go.

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