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Go, Run.

Don't Rush it.

Ok, it's done - Now, let's head to Paris

The Sadist of Notre Dame

Music: Daniel White

Plot, script and direction: Jess Franco

Hey you!

Are you talking to me?

Yes.

Of course. Come.

What do you want?

Get in!

Don't look at me like that. I'm serious.

I'll escort you wherever you want to go.

Where do you want to go? - To Notre Dame

Do you live there?

I want to go there.

We're Here! - Thank you very much.

Hey, You're not leaving just like that.

Won't you invite me to your house?

To my house?

I don't have a house in Paris.

Are you foreign?

I don't want to answer your questions!

C'mon don't get mad, when you gave me this address, I thought you had a flat around here.

Here's Notre Dame, it's the house of God.

She welcomes all of us.

Hey, Let's do it right here, it doesn't matter to me.

What?

I've had the weirdest clients. One of them took me to a graveyard.

What do you want from me?

Don't you like me?

I don't think I'm that bad at all.

Wouldn't you like to touch me?

C'mon, don't play difficult.

And yet, to being a puritan, you encourage yourself more than necessary.

I don't know what you mean.

This one wants to party! 500 francs and I'll fix you like new.

Hey you! Where are you going?

You don't think that I drove you for free?

Harlot!

What's the matter with you?

Aren't you ashamed to trade your body?

Aren't You? - What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?!

Do you think it's normal?

Do you think it's a good thing to sell

to the first man that walks by?

Induced to the sin, to eternal damnation in exchange for a meager handful of coins?

I won't let you go!

You have to pay for your indecency!

You will pay for each soul you dragged to sin you whore!

This court of the Holy Inquisition sentences you to Death!

This Iron blade will purify your Body and Soul!

And your soul!

The Police!

Stop! Stop!

Freeze! Stop!

Stop!

Freeze!

Is this the accused? - Yes, Inspector.

Very Well.

Nice to meet you.

Remove your hat.

I don't want to. - Remove your hat!

You will pay the hospital bill if I catch pneumonia.

Of course, my pleasure. What's your name?

Bartholo.

Your real name?

Barthilwosky Pisteralis.

Bartholo, to make it easy.

What were you doing at the crime scene? - Nothing.

C'mon, don't play stupid. Were you with the girl?

With a girl? I was pissed. - What do you mean?

I mean to say that I was drunk.

Look, they brought you here because a girl has been stabbed. And you own a knife.

A knife! It's a letter opener.

You also have a criminal record.

The police always set me up, I've done nothing wrong in my life.

I'm an angel with a devil face. That's my misfortune.

This time you are in deep trouble.

So, the little angel will stay locked in a cage accused of the murder of a prostitute.

Are we clear? And If I am mistaken, I will apologize to you.

Take him in! - Let's go!

Shit!

Excuse me, Inspector.

Are you certain of the guilt of that miserable man? - Listen.

You were sent by the Swiss police to collaborate with

the search for that maniac that escaped from Neuchâtel.

If you become my shadow, I accept that. But I solve my own cases. Are we clear Inspector Malou?

Mathis

Relmo!?

Long time no see, Mathis. You haven't changed.

I recognized you when you stepped into the temple.

Yet, years ago, I was told you had problems.

That you were expelled from the Order.

Is that true, Mathis?

You were always the best at the Seminary.

If you need something from me, Mathis,

I'm always available to you.

I don't need anyone! Anyone!

It's you who needs me, Relmo.

Charlie! Charlie! - We're here!

Get on, Gin!

I suppose you don't mind taking the subway? - What! Aren't you taking me with you?

Are you dumping me?

Find another guy. This place is full of fellas. See you!

Who's there?

Who's there?

If it's you Gin, Show yourself!

It's not funny!

Gin!

Let me go!

Who are you? What do you want?

What do you want? - Stay Still, Stay Still! Stay Still!

Don't be afraid.

I don't want to hurt you.

Why are you doing this to me?

To save your soul.

I have to punish you hard.

I haven't done anything. Let me go, please.

You are a lost soul. - No, I haven't done anything

You are a whore in mortal sin.

Giving yourself to the eyes of that man.

Begging him to take you. To please your fleshly desires.

Let me go.

Yes. - What do you want from me?

Your redemption! You would be capable of surrendering to me? Yes?

No, please.

I am going to purify your soul.

You will have eternal life because of me - Let me go!

You are crazy! Let me go!

I forgive you.

Stop the presses. I'm going to give you a new headline for the front page, ok?

Good morning boss. - Good morning, Ana.

The mail.

Thank you.

Did you like the play last night? What can you say about my performance?

Not bad at all. - Is that all?

No, It was very good. What matters is the money we can make.

Then without a doubt you will be pleased. The Count is very splendid.

May I come in?

Absolutely! How can I help you?

My name is Mathis Vogel.

Nice to meet you, this is my secretary. - Nice to meet you.

My pleasure.

I want you to read this, it may fit in your magazine.

What is it about?

The return of the Great Inquisitor. Very nice title.

It's not an extraordinary story, but the interesting thing is that it's based on true recent events.

Mr. Vogel, this publication is open to all works that meet the requirements of what our audience likes.

You know we specialize in erotic bondage drama stories?

I am very aware of your reputation. I know you have more of a fan base than Le Monde. And that's why I'm interested.

Thank you!

Our audience has strong taste.

And what about your taste, miss? - Of course.

I am interested in everything that excites my mind.

Me too.

I am curious, Mr. Vogel. You don't look like the other writers that work with us.

What do I look like?

Like a scientist.

A Philosopher maybe or like a tortured man.

Perhaps I am.

Now I have to go.

I'll be back to find out what you think about it. - Ok.

I will read your work. I hope I'll like it, Mr. Vogel.

Bye. Bye, Miss Ana.

A very strange man. - A pervert I would say, Have you seen his eyes?

He strips you when he stares at you.

Maybe with you.

He didn't even remove my tie.

And my eyes don't strip you?

Yes, and I like it from you.

I will make you even hornier. - How?

This Saturday we'll have an orgy. - Where?

Where else? At the Count's house, like last time. - very erotic?

Like my kisses. But we have to find new girls.

For you?

Don't be silly, It's another Countess' idea. The sacrifice of a virgin.

If you want a real one, we'll need to look for it with a magnifying glass.

Where? - Wherever.

When? - Now.

Why don't we save it for later?

Let's go to my apartment.

No, we don't have time.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

How are you? - Fine.

You're late. - Traffic jam.

I have news, - Good news?

Yes, we need to find new girls for this Saturday.

What are we going to do with them?

An Orgy at the Count's house.

Let's go to the cave. - Let's go.

We can find Marina and her friends there for sure.

C'mon, Hurry up. - I'm coming.

Hello, Nina. - Hi.

Oh, there's your boss. - Hello girls.

See you soon, Pierre. - See you!

Continue please. - First we recreate a theater play.

The Countess is a writer. You know, erotic stories.

But I'm not an actress. - We're just the pre-show to help get in the mood.

Then the real action begins. There are a lot of good looking guys.

Can you believe I'm the ugliest?

What do you mean by real action?

Oh, nothing, just the normal intercourse.

And who will I make love with?

You can fuck Pierre if you want.

With everyone if you want. And if you like girls you can do that too.

Those millionaires are very open-minded.

What do you say? Are you in? - You'll have a great time.

And the pay is really good. - Ok I'll go, just for him.

Good Morning. - How may I help you?

I need an apartment, please.

Yes, I have some available.

Close to the ladies that just went in.

Yes, Ana and Rosa. I have one in front of theirs.

I'll take it.

Very well, Sir.

Your name please?

Vogel, Mathis.

I'm exhausted. - I'm not surprised. You were born that way.

The second you see a bed, we lose you.

You don't even care to put your things in place. Do you think it's fair?

No, mommy.

Look at all this mess!

Yes mommy, are you gonna spank me? - Silly!

Do you need help, Princess?

It's so good being naked.

Don't you think?

Can we do a rehearsal?

A rehearsal of what?

A full rehearsal of the new play.

What do I have to do? For the play?

You will play a Prince. And then I will approach you.

You'll be dressed in black - I love black.

And I will have a dagger and will stab you. Motivated by jealousy of course.

So the Countess will not stab me? - Not this time.

It's gonna be me.

I'll come near you, slowly, slowly, I will touch your body, and kiss you.

Where? Tell me? - On the mouth, everywhere.

And when you are about to explode I will take out the knife and stick it in you.

Give me a glass of water, I'll stay here with you.

Look, there's a late customer.

I know it's late. Can I still have a drink?

Of course, what do you want? - A whiskey.

Right on.

Any brand in particular?

No, I don't care.

Would you buy me a drink?

Of course, order whatever you want.

Marina, Chivas for me.

Why are you coming so late?

Because it's less crowded at this time.

But it's sadder.

It's always sad anyways.

This place must have been a church before. - And that matters to you?

Of course not.

To us!

You coming with me? - Where?

To my house. - Are you gonna be splendid with me?

Yes, very splendid.

Do you live close by?

Not that far.

Let's go, let's go quickly.

Let me change my clothes and I'll be right back.

Hey! What a palace you have! - Yes, very beautiful.

Do you live here all the time?

Not all the time, let's go.

I inherited this house from my parents. - I inherited only misery.

Make yourself at home.

So comfortable.

Hey, where you been? - I was praying.

I always pray before doing anything at my shrine.

Your shrine? - Yes I've had it since I was a kid.

Do you find that unusual? - No, Not at all.

There are not many shrines in the houses I visit.

Of course not, you are a whore.

And I bet among your clients there aren't many religious people.

That's not true, one night some clients took me to a Mass.

There are some merciful souls left

What are you talking about!?

It was a black Mass. - A black Mass?

A real black mass? - Yes, It really turned me on.

So your friends have links with the fallen angel. - I don't know what angel you mean.

But one time I was invited to a very strange party.

Where? - Near Paris, at a Palace.

What Palace? - I don't know, I don't remember.

Come here, forget about those stupid things.

Are you in a hurry?

No, Darling. But first we have to set our terms.

Don't worry about that.

If you want I can stay until tomorrow. This is a very nice place.

Of course my mother died in this bed.

What are you talking about?

What's going on with you?

Strip!

Strip!

Don't you hear me?!

Get undressed!

Who took you to that Black Mass?

Some friends.

Friends? Which friends?!

A pal that always comes to the Cave.

What Cave?

The place we met tonight.

Tell me the names. - I don't know their names.

Tell me the names, the names. - Pierre.

Pierre, Who else? - Ana.

Ana and who else? - Rosa.

- Rosa, and Who else!? Who Else!? - It was at the palace of some Count.

Where!? What Count? - I don't know?

Tell me what Count it was? - The Count of Ségur.

Kiss this Cross if you want to be free of sin.

Kiss this cross, kiss it, kiss it.

Now repeat after me: I am an unworthy sinner.

You are dissolute, a perverted woman.

Like all those who were decapitated by the flaming sword of the angel.

Yes, you're right. I'll say what you want to hear. I am a lost whore.

Say that you regret it all, your obscene thoughts and acts.

Say it! Say it!

I regret all my obscene thoughts and acts.

Swear it! - I swear it!

Say I accept the sentence of the Holy Inquisition!

Repent!

Repent!

And the Lord said, only the blade will purify the sin of Sodom.

The expiation begins!

Good afternoon Mr. Count. The actors have arrived - Perfect.

Good Evening Admiral! C'mon in. Good Evening!

How's it going, Beltran? - Glad to see you again Count.

Hi Pamela. - Hi there.

Make yourself feel at home.

How's it going, Martin? - Glad to see you.

Hi, How are you? Hi Gilda, Welcome Everybody.

Count-Make yourself feel at home.

We're to deny ourselves pleasure and suppress our instincts on behalf of our soul.

Or we must follow the furious call of our bodies asking for love and passion.

If the great Gilles de Rais or the Princess of Chastain...

Experimented with otherworldly pleasure...

In the presence of virgins' ripped breasts...

In front of infants' severed genitals...

Before their flesh contracted in pain...

Why should the chosen ones like us deny ourselves the same pleasures?

Heathen spirits, guide us!

Spirits of the vilest Roman emperors...

That inspired us in the path of immense pleasure and pain.

Give us the gift of delight with the pain of the wretched.

I summon all the eternal spirits of the night.

Embrace us benevolent in your bosom and give us enough strength.

Evil spirits, I ask you to give to our nether regions.

The same uninhibited intensity that gave you pleasure before the death of the innocents.

I, the great Priestess of the heathen spirits...

Raise the dagger that will be the weapon of the holocaust.

I summon you evil spirits. Give me your strength to perform the sacrifice.

Tonight we'll take the life of a pure and beautiful victim to honor your grandeur.

Her life will escape by the same part that other women give birth to new lives!

Hi darling, I see you are having fun?

Come, come here with us, get naked. - No, no, It wouldn't be right. Leave me alone.

I will undress you then, come here.

No, you know very well that the host never takes part in the feast.

Are you ashamed to get naked? - No darling, it's not about that.

Then why you don't come to us? Leave me alone.

Your loss.

I need you Relmo.

I'm here to help you Mathis.

I want to confess Relmo. - I'm listening.

I'm the most despicable among the sinners.

I've committed the worst of all sins.

What have you done?

I took some human lives.

And I know I have no right to do it.

But why my son?

To purify their souls Relmo.

To open the gates of heaven for them. They were people in mortal sin.

Do you understand Relmo?

Whores that sell their bodies for money.

Young ladies that incite the worst addictions.

I'm drowned in a sea of confusion Relmo.

I remember the benevolent words of the teacher.

But, I can't forget the Leviathan

and the punishment.

For the sins of Sodom.

I have been 5 years out of the world Relmo.

What can I do for you? - Forgive my sins.

I can't.

Why?

You are a murderer.

I see your Justice is as unfair as Human Justice.

My Justice is God's Justice.

God.

He understands my fight. I demand your absolution!

I can't give you absolution. - Why?

I can't Mathis. - Why?!

You are not repentant.

I understand.

It doesn't matter. I will keep fighting alone!

It's ok.

Mathis...

You will have forgiveness...

When you repent your sins.

Ok, Ok.

Mathis...

I'll wait for you.

What do you think of this title for the front page? "The Killer of Notre Dame."

A bit sensationalist.

I would call it, "The Ripper of Notre Dame."

The issue is he hasn't ripped anyone.

He stabs the girls, that's it.

I don't want to meet him. I would be paralyzed by terror like in the movies.

I'll stay with you. - And with Ana?

She is very nervous. By the way, she mentioned a strange guy visited you who writes horrible stuff.

The truth is, I haven't read it yet.

But if it's really horrible stuff like you say, I have no choice but to publish it.

Ultimately people, especially women, enjoy this kind of facts and guys.

Me on the other hand, if someday I decided to be a criminal,

I would rape Raquel Welch or rob a Swiss bank. You know, the normal criminal fantasies everybody thinks about.

I'm sure everybody thinks I'm a twisted pervert, but I won't hurt a fly.

A fly?

You scoundrel!

You aren't clueless about making love, nor basic. Sometimes you're a sadist.

Just for some occasional nibbles.

Sometimes I wonder if you're the Killer of Notre Dame.

Don't overreact

And most of all, don't talk too loud. We'll have the Police department in front of us.

My apologies, I though your boss was here. - No.

But c'mon in, he won't be long. - Thank you very much, Miss.

I brought the second part of my tale. It's like a second chapter.

I beg you to read it.

Your opinion really matters to me.

Yes. I promise. - Did you like the previous one?

Yes, very Impressive.

Thank you.

Not for me, but the main character, a real being.

He has suffered, and still suffers a lot.

You promise to read it? - Absolutely.

Thank you very much. - You're welcome.

I am very thankful you included my work in your last issue.

- Nothing to thank me for, Countess. The work is genuinely good.

Nothing to thank, Mrs. Countess, the note is genuine.

Here you go.

There's something I have questioned myself about a lot.

Where does such a delicate and elegant lady find the inspiration to write tragic and violent scenes?

The mind and the body are not always are related.

But you have everything you could wish for, Countess.

Luxury, whims.

Maybe I project my frustrations...

and inhibition on my writings.

I wasn't born in the age I wanted.

I would've liked to be the first Count or Countess of Ségur.

You mentioned luxuries and whims.

Those times were really for the rich people. - For the rich people you said?

So you would've liked to be a medieval man...

With armor, on a horse in the crusades?

Or a sad countess with a chastity belt...

Waiting for her husband to come back?

You are focusing on the bad things.

Wouldn't you liked to have vassals?

Female vassals mostly. And demand pernada right Droit de Seigneur.

And rape the female captives. - And have 100 slaves

Most of all, to have the right of life and death...

Over your vassals.

How can I be happy in an old palace with an old Cadillac?

And with an old careless husband, right? - You understand me.

See you soon. - Bye, Countess.

Mr. Vogel.

Were you listening to us?

Unfortunately. - Why? Huh!

Now that you're asking,

you belong to the social class I despise the most.

The dissolute who surrender to

the carnal pleasures without thinking there's a God.

Of Justice who can fulminate you!

Are you serious?

You think that words about the divine punishment...

Are for retrograde old men. You don't think that the day of punishment will fall upon you!

Upon all human beings?

Upon a city, upon a lineage, upon a race.

That day will tremble and the Archangel will descend with a flaming sword.

And the exterminating fire will be purified with the death of the bodies

of those corrupted by the immorality, those souls corrupted by sins.

Are you crazy?

No, I am not crazy. And you will understand soon.

Name? - Pierre de Franval.

Profession?

I'm the director of Venus Editions. The weekly popular "The dagger in the garter."

A cultural publication I assume?

Do you read it?

No, I'm sorry, but I barely have time to read the sports section of the Figaro.

Oh, I understand.

I have to recognize that my publication doesn't cover too much of sport notes.

Ok Mr. Franval, I called you because we need some information about Mathis Le Forge.

Mathis Le Forge?

I don't know him. This is the first time I've heard that name.

Don't lie Franval.

You know that man.

We spotted him walking out of your editorial office 2 days ago.

Are you covering for him?

That's enough Malou.

That man is claimed by the Swiss police. Canton de vaud.

I understand you're an ethical journalist

that respects employee confidentiality.

But we suspect he could be a criminal.

One of those who may be interesting for publications like dagger and garter.

Inspector, I am totally at your service.

I wish to keep this between us, because of the nature of my publications I have no interest in challenging you.

I see we understand each other.

Mr. Franval, Would you mind taking a look at some pictures of Le Forge.

See if you recognize him.

I can't say that I am happy to do so, but I'll fulfill my civic duty.

Call a police agent.

Agent.

Escort him to the archive.

When you're ready Mister.

Excuse me. Would you mind telling me what kind of crime he is accused of?

We believe he is the killer of Notre Dame.

One of those stories that fascinate your audience.

A front page story, look for it on Thursday.

I'm sure you will like it.

Excuse me, Let's go.

Your wife is not coming tonight? - Take it easy my love.

Forget about her.

Don't be mad at me.

Tell me, little one,

why are you so indifferent to me?

C'mon tell me, why.

Do you really want to know?

Yes, yes my queen.

Because you're a stupid old man.

A useless old man. - Yes, yes it's true.

Scoundrel. - Scoundrel.

Pig. - Pig.

A maniac. - A maniac.

A shameless. - Yes, tell me what else.

Leave me alone, asshole.

Don't go.

Here, now!

Kneel.

Yes, yes, whatever you want.

Undress me.

Yes, right on, you are right.

I am a maniac, despicable, a pig. A Son of a bitch, yes, yes.

Strip, Now!

Strip? But why?

I like it.

Strip!

Yes, at your command, yes.

Oh my Goddess I'm your Slave.

I'm your slave and I always will be.

Stamp me as much as you want.

Stamp me. I adore you! I adore you!

Lay down you filthy worm! You make me sick!

I'm disgusting, tell me again!

You disgusting man! - I'll always be your servant!

You make me sick.

My goddess, stamp me all you want.

I'm yours, yes, c'mon.

Come here, depraved man. - Yes I'm your depraved man.

In the bed, come to the bed.

Tell me that I disgust you.

Gross! Stupid! - Yes, yes I'm stupid.

Sick man! I'm leaving now. - No, no.

I'm your slave.

Come here my own whore!

Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you.

You're a Sinner.

A despicable sinner.

But I'm gonna save you from your sins.

Get up!

Who are you? What do you want?

Put your head down.

Prostrate before me.

What do you want? Help! Martin! Help!

Think of our soul, it needs help.

I'm here to help you. And you will enjoy paradise once I end your filthy life.

Your filthy life!

You're afraid to die, right? - Let me go!

You're possessed by the devil.

But I will expel it from your body.

I'll save you, the new Inquisitor sentences you to die.

You're going to pay for your sins!

You die too! Filthy sinner!

It wasn't me, It wasn't me. Why? It was his fault, I didn't want it.

I never wanted it.

Why did he say those things?

Yes, his mellow voice got worse, I could feel it in my entrails.

All he said, It wasn't me who guided my hand?

Perhaps God's justice.

Perhaps the spirits of one those saints who

gave everything to preserve.

The honor and dignity of

God.

Perhaps it was just an impure feeling.

I wanted to erase.

Forgive me, Forgive me.

Good morning. - Good Morning, Inspector.

I just finished my work. - And I'm just starting mine.

What do you think about this, doctor?

That she has a very nice body. - Are you the killer, Doctor?

I would've started with my wife.

The killer respected the victim?

Like a gentleman, he tore her apart without raping her.

So, that excludes the sexual predators. What about the weapon?

A very sharp blade, about 15 cm long.

Her womb is destroyed. Butchered. - A sadist?

Perhaps, or maybe Revenge. - Or a Madman.

I was expecting to hear that word.

Of course it's a Madman.

And that Madman is Mathis Le Forge. The killer of Notre Dame.

Such Cruelty, the shape of the injuries, the blade, are Le Forge's trademark.

You think your killer commits all the murders in Paris?

I've been working the case from the beginning.

I know his style and his weapon of choice.

Same knife.

And the sexual aspects of his crimes. - I beg you Malou.

Stay as a spectator under my command, if you keep on that behavior I'll send you back to Switzerland.

That homeless of the Seine River is waiting for you. He claims he knows who the killer is.

Dear Malou, It seems that the killer is an obsession to other onlookers.

Let's go doctor.

Inspector, inspector, Something Horrible! Napoleon has been slaughtered.

Didn't he die in Saint Helen?

Lady-It was my dog. - Tell everything to that agent.

He is from animal protection services. He will help you.

What is going on?

Have you read this?

The killer of Notre Dame scores new victims with impunity.

Those Journalists! They are capable of anything in order to sell more.

This time they're telling the truth. - What?

I think they're right.

True, but you can't ask me to read it without getting offended, right?

Bartholo, I forgot you were here.

From me to you. If I wasn't allergic to uniforms, I wouldn't mind waiting.

I'm glad you are enjoying our company.

Don't be mistaken, I mean being here is much better than under a bridge.

I dislike cops, but you were nice you set me free.

I was doing my job, we didn't have evidence. It doesn't matter

Modesty isn't one of your virtues, Inspector.

I know a few cops that would have kept me locked up for 6 months.

I want to return the favor, help you disinterestedly.

But you're a criminal. Don't tell me you want to be good now.

Why not? Just once.

Are you gonna give me a burglar?

That's never gonna happen, but I don't like those who kill women.

And the Killer of Notre Dame goes to Church after every crime. I have seen it.

Follow me.

I almost forgot this. Goodbye pig.

Mariana's living room was lit by just a table lamp.

At the other side of the street a dark silhouette could be seen behind the window.

The tormented face of Le Forge...

Admiring the disturbing performance happening in front of his eyes.

Mariana was lying on the bed naked, provocative, under the warm golden light.

The body of the young lady shined in morbid sensuality.

And her slow movements, practiced in obscenity allowed Le Forge to see clearly.

She knew he was spying on her. She was dedicating to him that unbearable exhibit.

For a while, that pure and devoted young man fought between the screams of

his flesh and his spiritual vocation. And recognized in that adorable, exciting, desirable being, a devil incarnate.

Almost without noticing, he put that knife in his pocket and headed to the exit.

He received the order from Beyond to kill.

He crossed the street like a robot,

stepped up the stairs...

And knocked at the apartment's door.

You.

Good Evening. - What do you want? It's late.

I need talk to you.

May I come in?

Come in.

Don't be afraid, I don't want to kill you.

I don't want to kill you!

I swear! You are a devil incarnate.

You are a devil incarnate. You're a twisted evil one.

Yes, you are. Yes you are, yes you are!

You ruined my life.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

I desire you

I desire you with all my strength.

Since the first day, I desire you so much.

Damn you!

Inspector, I just got a document from the police of Lausanne regarding Mathis Le Forge that is important.

It seems that Le Forge used to be a seminarist.

An excellent student.

He was ordered as a priest because of his dogmatic and strict ideas.

It proves his craziness since then.

He was expelled from the Church.

Aren't you convinced he is our man?

Dear Malou,

this is old news. We already Identified him.

We know he goes to Notre Dame often.

Then let's proceed to his arrest.

I have been informed he has an apartment in front of Franvals' friend. The one from the "Dagger in the garter."

Then you also know he has not been in that apartment since 2 days ago.

That means new victims.

I will keep with my own investigation. Do what you please.

Thank you Inspector!

I'll go with that blockhead Malou, Wait for me.

Hello Inspector.

What do you want?

Inspector Rauthie and Inspector Malou.

Did you know that the suspect Mathis Vogel is renting the apartment in front of this one?

What? - No, we didn't know.

He hasn't been there since 2 days ago.

No one knows his whereabouts - That's strange.

Ana, my roommate hasn't been around for the last 2 days.

If you'll allow me to offer advice.

I would take a break from those erotic parties.

4 people are dead. I think that's enough.

In Nomine Dei Nostri.

The session begins.

Ana, Ana my love.

You're going to be judged by this Holy Inquisition.

My duty comes first Ana.

In the name of God.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Rosa, Come here.

What's going on?

Look, it's a new writing by that Madman.

Where did you find it? - Here, read it.

It's about the Inquisition, torture, punished girls.

I want to talk to you. - Me too.

About What?

About your writings.

Did you like them? - A Lot.

This time I understand you're inspired by true events.

What do you mean? What are you implying?

That you know the details of those crimes very well for not being the killer.

What are you saying?

Forgive her, she has been nervous since Ana's disappearance.

What? Ana has disappeared?

You know that very well.

If you want to accuse me, call the police.

I'm not afraid, you are the one that has unspeakable secrets.

Are you talking about the erotic meetings?

Which meetings?

I don't understand. - Oh really?

If you want to joins us, tonight we will attend one at the usual location.

It will be a pleasure for us, if you decide to join us, Mr. Mathis Le Forge.

I...

Inspector! Inspector!

Those guys set us up. I've been looking for you.

The Swiss are very cleaver.

And I just got a hit on the head.

Rosa! Look out!

Inspector, It's Le Forge!

He killed Rosa!

Relmo!

Mathis. What are you doing here?

They are following me Relmo, Protect me!

It's too late Mathis. I've kept your secret, but I will not help you.

You committed sin, against God and Men

And you did it in the name of God.

He is all love.

And you know it. He gave his life for you, Mathis.

Now, offer him yours.

Face your martyrdom.

Goodbye Relmo, Thank you.