All language subtitles for Fantômas - EP3 - Le Mort Qui Tue

Juve!

Juve!

Mr Thomery is
waiting for the Baroness.

You could have told me earlier.

My dear Mathilde,

this portrait of you is beautiful.

This little Jacques Dollon
has talent.

We can clearly see the influence of
Tamara de Lempicka,

but you're a greater influence on him.

Oh! What do you think?

Jacques is 25 years old.

Since I've read "Cheri" by Colette...

How is it going in Santo Domingo?

Very well.

I just bought 2 acres of land.

I was able to extend
my sugar cane plantations.

Sure, I have some problems
with indigenous people, but...

Production increases,
this is what counts.

What is happening?

I do not see that pretty smile

that all of Paris envies.

You cannot smile forever.

Yesterday, I asked for 60.000 francs
from my banker.

And since then no news.

What do you fear?

The banker Barbey
has foolproof credit.

It isn't his credit
which I doubt, but mine.

Usually,

He sends me what I ask
in the shortest time.

Mathilde...

You had to speculate deplorably

to need so much money.

I bet you still bought some of
these copper mines in Rhodesia.

I thought they went up.

But what do you want?

I like to play.

This is the only distraction
I have left.

We never change.

Mathilde, can I help you?

Oh, no! That, never.

What happened between us was too
precious to me. Even if on your side...

It is no longer a subject
of money between us.

We'll have dinner later,
but you will not regret it.

I invited the lady of your thoughts.

- Princess Danidoff?
- Herself!

Norbert Thomery?

Here you are.

- How's the sugar?
- It melts, Madam, in your presence.

The Baroness is served.

Take the princess' arm.
I will follow you.

What a beautiful couple you would make.
Come in.

Madam, Mr Barbey
and another gentleman are here.

They ask if you can receive them
in spite of the late hour.

Of course. I'm coming.

- You will excuse me.
- You're welcome.

Let me introduce you to Mr Nanteuil,

my new partner.

Good evening, Mr.

Madam.

Excuse my tardiness,
Baroness, please.

Mr Nanteuil is a French Canadian.

With the capitals he brought,
my bank, our bank,

is now the first
private bank in Paris.

I am very happy for you, Mr Barbey.

You will therefore find it easier to

give me the money I asked.

Unfortunately, no.

It is no longer the same operation.

I do not know how to say this,
but you are completely ruined.

This is the sad language of numbers.

But it is not possible.

Your hotel,

your cars,

your home...

- But...
- You must leave everything.

Which Baroness?

De Vibray, Mr Commissioner.

His patron of the arts, somehow.

Ah!

Good morning, doctor.

Hello, Commissioner.

She died.

Just a few hours ago.

Yes, yes, yes, yes...

She was murdered?

Difficult to say.

The pulse is very weak.

Janitor, a glass of water, please.

Go, drink.

He probably absorbed
a violent narcotic.

He'll be back.

Go away!
What do you want?

I am a physician.

Ease your mind.
Breathe quietly.

Deeply.

Tell us what happened to you.

My head hurts.

What happened to me?
I do not know, I do not know.

Ah, yes! Yes, yes!

I was reading, last night

and suddenly, some people came
out of hiding and pounced on me.

I wanted to free myself,
but I was gagged,

and they pierced my arm
with something sharp.

I lost consciousness.

I wanted to scream, move,

but I was powerless.

I sank.

But who are you, sir?

The Commissioner eighteenth borough.

When you were attacked,
you were alone?

It looks like
an intramuscular injection.

Absolutely alone.

I repeat my question:

Were you really alone last night?

Are you sure?
You had invited anyone?

Mathilde!

Mathilde.

For whatever reason,

you could have poisoned your patron.

And then deceived us
by injecting it into yourself.

A soporific.

All this is not clear

and I am obliged
to place you under arrest.

Until you decide to tell us

the truth.

But I am innocent.
I said all I knew.

You may enjoy explaining it

to the Judge.

"La Capitale", latest edition!
Latest edition!

Come in.

The pictures you requested.
Put them over there, thank you.

Hello, Fandor!

Interesting, that paper of
yours on the Norvins St. case.

You have surprised everyone
once more.

And say so ...Couldn't you
push a little further?

They have no adventures,
these people?

Adventures?

Yes, you could write
a scandalous article

about the Baroness de Vibray
and Dollon.

After all, this is the only crime
for 48 hours.

We must fill up the column.

And maybe

you could drag
some Fantomas in all this.

Stop joking about this, please.
For most

people, Fant�mas is
nothing but make-believe.

Nobody was able to put a
name on the man behind the mask.

I have the feeling you
forget the death of

Juve in his last battle
against Fant�mas.

It is true that our famous
Police officer was horribly killed.

Buried beneath Lady Beltham's hotel.

Yes.

A dirty death...
but it will perhaps have been useful.

Useful? How?

Because it proves the existence
Fant�mas.

Because it forced him to disappear.

Curiously, it is in dying that Juve
has kept Fant�mas from doing harm.

So what do we do with
Baroness de Vibray?

Could we not suggest that Dollon

was heir to his will,

or something like that?

Hello, yes?

Yes. It's for you,
Fandor.

Thank you.

Yes?

Jacques Dollon just hung
himself in his cell.

Thank you for calling
So the murderer hanged himself?

My little Fandor,
the murderer is innocent.

What are you talking about, Ars�ne?

We just brought a letter

with the name of the Baroness
de Vibray on the back.

I read it discretly
before bringing it to the procurator.

I copied it.

"Mr Procurator. The Barbey
and Nanteuil bankers

made it clear that I'm
completely ruined.

I have no family. My life is stupid,
useless, and when you read this letter,

I'll be dead by poison.

I write you to make it clear I'm the
only one responsible for my death.

Nobody should be blamed for my death.
Nobody.

Farewell. Baroness de Vibray."

Fantastic! You are a brother, Ars�ne.

Usher!

Procurator asks for me.
I gotta go.

You would get me a permit
to enter in the jail?

What would I not do?

Judge Fuselier
is committed to the case.

See you later.

You do not monitor the prisoners
to prevent these things?

Listen,

after we took his fingerprints,

everything was fine.

At midnight, the guard made his round

and found nothing unusual.

Only this morning he was found
hanging. When soup was being served.

Hanging? And with what?

I see what you're getting at,
Mr Fandor.

But no. The guards removed his tie,

his suspenders and his shoelaces.

All that was left him was

a medallion

which he held dear.

You know,

the unfortunate man had to exert
a terrible energy,

because he tied

strips of his shirt
to the bars of his window

and he hung himself
leaning back in the rear.

Tell me, death was probably very slow?

Could I see him?

Why not photograph him?

Miss Elizabeth Dollon.

Ah! Let her in.

She comes from Switzerland.

Sir, where is my brother?

Miss, I beg you, rest easy.

He was arrested
but it probably was a mistake.

I know, but it is terrible.

You know, Miss,

what would be truly terrible

is that he was really guilty.

Why did you not free him?

He has therefore not been
able to defend himself?

On the contrary, Miss.
H defended himself.

And where is he now?
Can I see him?

Listen...

I would rather...
I mean...

I fear that seeing him

You're hiding something.
I want to see him, you hear me?

He's dead, isn't he?

Alas, Mss.

No, it is not possible.
This is not true.

He was killed?

Listen,

lead me to him.

You can not refuse me.
It's too horrible.

I beg you, calm down.

I'll take you to your brother.

Your brother was innocent.

I would have preferred
him to be guilty, but alive.

This hanging is a horrible story.

It's not our fault.

We should have better monitored him.

You, especially.
You're my assistant, right?

I can not have eyes everywhere.

So when the judge will be here,
be available to him.

With deference.

Otherwise, you will return
to "La Sant�" jailhouse.

If you knew the trouble I
was given to be posted here.

This is an entry permit.

Mr Fandor?

It is unfortunate that the procurator

authorizes a journalist,
especially today.

I know you really want
to kiss your brother

but will you be able
to endure the test?

Open the door.

Nibet.

We lay back Mr Dollon
on his bed, Mr judge.

He seems to sleep.

Damn, the dead has left.

Listen, let's be serious,

- you're in the wrong cell.
- But no!

You see that he is not here.

He was here a few minutes ago.

You're fooling us..
He was moved elsewhere.

Impossible. I'm the only one
with keys.

Anyone know where the corpse
from cell 12 is?

No one came.

The dead was here. It's true.
The doctor declared him dead.

Yes. He was put on the bed.
We didn't touch him.

You may have kept your key,

but the prisoner found another one.
The key to freedom.

It's extraordinary! He could not
crawl through the bars!

Chief. This man, was he dead,
yes or no?

Mr Judge, to be dead is to be dead,
and he was dead.

He lives.

He lives.

A boy is arrested for murder.

But he is innocent.
Then he hangs himself, dies,

and escapes from jail
without being seen.

If we don't double our readership
with that, I will be hanged!

Hold your horses!
One hanging man is enough.

One of two things:

Either Jacques Dollon was not dead

and he went out alone,

or he was dead

and someone took him out.

Anyway, we must know
how the escape took place.

An inexplicable mystery
is worthy only of one man.

I'm sure of it now. He returns,
unlike what I said earlier.

Fant�mas?

Yes. I have to take the case,
if only to avenge Juve.

What are you going to do?

Blood.

Get lost! Something's wrong!
Go, go!

I'm leaving.

See you tonight.

Tail-hair, follow me.

Don't you understand,
idiot? Come on!

Come on, hurry up!

You silly fool!

I could have sliced him for good!

Come on!

Oh! Toulouche!

What is happening?

Go back to sleep, you!

Have you embarked
the counterfeit money?

Yeah.

For this, no problem,

but this damned reporter,

this Fandor,

he was walking in the main sewer.

I was going to slice him for good,

but this idiot,

he threw him in the river.

With any luck,

he drowned.

Not a chance!
He swims like a fish.

Why did you save his life?

What do you reproach me?

What innocence!
He always forgets everything.

It's really not smart
to have him introduced in the gang.

I do what I want.

If it's not in your taste,

you can remove your printing
presses from my cellar.

For what I earn on your output...

Besides he renders services.

His brain is full of holes
like a strainer.

Precisely,

as he has no memory,
he says nothing. It's better.

Go, now. I have to open
my shop at 9 am.

Let's go!

Go and have the stew
from last night warmed up.

It will be better when we have
the new Mexican paper.

Eh?
No, nothing.

Montparnasse, quick!

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Hello, Elizabeth.
Come, I've already ordered.

I read your article yesterday.

If my brother is alive,
can I see him?

I never wrote he was alive.

I just assumed he was.

In fact, I worked deductively.

At last, he's alive or not?

In reality, since last night, I'm...

sure he is dead.

I even have proof.

I found this medallion

in the sewers that
serve the courthouse.

It's horrible.

Is it the medallion
he always carried with him?

Yes.

I gave it to him.

It is the effigy
of St. Jacques,

his patron saint.

I brought it back from
a pilgrimage to Compostela.

Why weren't you more clear
in your article?

You are right. I should've speak to
you before writing it.

What is important for a journalist,

is to keep readers in suspense,

so they'll want to buy the newspaper.

At the expense of the truth?

I never wrote anything false.

I just give enough elements

so the reader can
imagine what he wants.

I'm losing my mind,

you know.

Elizabeth

our only chance to clarify this story

is to remain united.

I ask you to do that
for your brother. And for me.

We're going to choose the cake.

Okay.
Which one?

This one.

What is it?

Who is there?

The injection, quick!

Pick up the list.
It is on the desktop.

Here it is.

You're lucky.

If you had not saved me from
the guillotine in the past,

I would have strangled you.

To leave this list lying about...

Fortunately the police
didn't find it.

I did not realize when you
had asked me to pick it up.

It is you who have written it
on this desktop.

I thought that you had taken it.

This is a misunderstanding.

The incident is closed.

It remains to know whether the
girl has seen it.

The sheet was returned.

Yes, but you never know.

And when in doubt, I do not abstain.

Good Lord, what are you doing?

Nibet, you still have a lot to learn.

- Excuse me.
- Sir?

- The Number 10?
- To your right.

- Thank you.
- It's nothing.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Why am I in the garden?

Someone tried to suffocate you
with the gas from the kitchen.

But the gas has been
cut for two days.

You have not seen the men at work?

I have. You escaped the worst.

How are you?

I do not know.
I feel drunk.

You have to walk.
Stand up. Come on.

Breathe deeply.
Go ahead.

I remember.

- They gave me an injection.
- An injection?

Same as your brother: a soporific.

The man who pushed the needle
was dressed in black.

Fant�mas...

Fant�mas?

Ah, yes, the list.

Which list?

The list.

It's a tragedy. They burned it.

What are you talking about?
What is that list?

A hand written sheet
with names and dates.

It was here.
I saw it only yesterday.

I did not think that it was important.
I should have called you, Fandor.

Calm down.

Try to remember what was written.

Well, I only remember...

"Baroness de Vibray"

"April 5" and...

And then?

And then, of course, my brother's
name with the same date.

Maybe "12 April" was written too.

I'm not sure at all.

Not a word to anyone about
what just happened.

We're here to help you with the
circumstances you are going through.

We know everything about
your financial situation.

Indeed.

Through us, you could sell some of
your unfortunate brother's paintings.

Yes, and if he is still alive,

as I wish,

he will be happy to know that
his paintings were taken care of.

It is very kind of you.
I'm very grateful.

You're welcome.

You are very pale.

Are you sick?

No, not at all.
On the contrary.

Come with me. We will
take the air in the garden.

I'm taking care of her.

We woke up painful memories to you.

You are very alone in this house.

Don't you have relatives?

No.

Friends?

I'm here, now.

I am very careful.

Attentive to your eyes.

My eyes?

Yes, they are so young,

so clear.

And yet, I guess

all they have seen recently

that they should not have seen.

Smile at me.

I am convinced you will soon
find your brother.

Believe me.

What can I say, Sir?

Your words are helping
me in an unexpected way.

Probably you already suffered
greatly in your own flesh.

The suffering of others can not
but interest a man like me.

Your dedication affects me greatly.

It is limitless, know it.

Nanteuil,

we will take our leave.

Don't bother to lead us out, Miss.
We'll let you know soon.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye. Count on me.

And good luck.

He is ...well...

They are wonderful, aren't they?

For them, a painter who died is a
painter whose quoted value goes up.

Look at Modigliani.

Barbey and Nanteuil
are astute businessmen.

You see evil everywhere.

Professional bias.

You should not stay here.

This house is full of souvenirs.

I know a wonderful boarding house.

I lived over there
when I arrived in Paris.

Rather say that you fear
for my life. Is that it?

Yes.

Taste it.

It lacks a little of violet
perfume. I come back.

Whatever. Remain by my side.

Why don't you want me to go?
It will take only thirty seconds.

It is April 12.

I know, so what?

It's the anniversary today.

The fatal date.

Listen, Princess,

every year at this date,
it's the same. You are afraid.

Meanwhile, Mr Fant�mas
has not returned for four years.

I'm superstitious.

Come on, you're going to
Mr Thomery's bal later.

Exactly.

Mr Thomey was ill-advised to give up
this bal barely a few days

after the tragic death
of my friend the Baroness de Vibray.

I tried to dissuade him.

The Baroness was his mistress once.

It was said, yes.

I am sure of it,

but it is precisely
to deprive me of this suspicion

that Norbert maintained the evening.

You must get out of the bath,
Princess, or you will be late.

No, little Nadine,

wearing an opal bracelet
is old fashioned.

I'll take this.

And this.

This way, you look
like the Holy Virgin.

I am neither one nor the other.

This syncopated melody
which contrasts

with the constant rythm of the drums

is really exciting.

To dance, perhaps,
but it's not worth Mozart.

Dear friend, one can
love Mozart and jazz.

The only thing interesting you

is religious music.

Dear Mr Fandor,
I devour your articles.

This Dollon case is very exciting.

So you like that much crime stories?

Yes, when I do not live them.

It's true, you have been visited by

Fant�mas in your bathtub
a few years ago.

Do not talk about it,
especially tonight.

I hope that he will be
hanged very soon.

Dear princess, I think
you should not provoke him.

Even in word.

To hell with him.

Do you believe in the devil?

His supreme skill is to
convince people he doesn't exist.

- Sorry.
- You're hurt?

Madam, I am confused.
Excuse me.

It is nothing at all.
I'll freshen up.

A beauty like yours never changes.

Come, my dear.
I'll lead you.

It was to discover your thoughts.

You didn't answer me yet.

Well... it is yes.

Yes? You mean...

Yes, yes really?

Yes.

I agree to become your wife.

Now let me.

Come and get me shortly.

Do not be afraid.

Sleep.

Sleep.

In the violent effort made
by the thief to

snatch the necklace

and earrings from the princess

his fingers,

pressing on the neck
of Princess Danidoff,

left a slight trace of sweating.

I spilled the silver nitrate
on the princess' neck

You see the results.

Effectively.

The print is very clear.

It needs to be indentified.

We are not at the end of our inquiry.

Wait a moment, my little Fandor,

you have not seen everything.
Look at the details.

The small scar, on both shots.

These two fingerprints are identical.

Absolutely

identical.

And where does the second
impression come from?

The anthropometric file.

The name.
The name of the culprit.

The culprit is...

Jacques Dollon.

Jacques...

It is not possible, this man is dead.

Where's the gold?

Over there.

Thank you.

What do you want, Sir?

I would like to see Mr Nanteuil,
please. Private business.

Please follow me.

It is Mr Fandor.

Ask him to enter.

Ah, Mr Fandor.

I did not think I would
meet you so fast.

Mr Nanteuil. Hello.

Sit down.

You're probably not ignoring
the excitement caused in Paris

by the murder of the
Baroness de Vibray.

And the important theft committed
against Princess Danidoff.

And how am I concerned?

The little I know, I learned it

by reading your articles
in the press, Mr Fandor.

Can you confirm that the Baroness

was ruined?

Well, I do not violate
the professional secret

by saying

yes.

She had undergone
irretrievable losses.

And Jacques Dollon?
You think he's guilty?

A priori.

From what I've read in the press.

Why?

Do you have any doubts?

Nanteuil.

What's the matter?

We've been robbed.

- How?
- On the train.

The gold was bound for the
Bank of Munich.

It wasn't monitored?

The conveyors didn't last long.

- They were thrown off the train.
- By whom?

A man. Dressed in black.

A conveyor crashed on a pylon.

The others could make it

but they're in poor shape.

A man. All in black.

- Are you Mr Fandor?
- Yes, why?

You must go at once to 46
Bonaparte St, 4th Floor.

This is Juve's address.
You must be mistaken.

No. Not at all.

Fandor, my boy!

My boy!

Juve? Is that you?

It's me in the flesh.

When Lady Beltham's hotel blew up,

you were found dead under the rubble.

This is what I have made believe,

in agreement with the Director of
the force, Mr Havard.

Immediately after the explosion,

several of my men were found dead,

some shredded.

One of them was unrecognizable.

For the public opinion,

and in agreement with his family,
he was called Juve.

Why did you hide me the truth?

I had given Monsieur Havard my word

that no one would know the truth.

And I kept to my word.

Why passing up for dead?
To better track Fantomas?

Exactly.

I learned that Lady Beltham
had fled to England.

I knew Fant�mas would join her.

So what?

I crossed the Channel: unfortunately
he had just left for Canada.

And you have changed your face.

Yes.

To start again at the same level.

Not without difficulties,

I got introduced
to this band of hoodlums

that you know.

People who may work for Fant�mas?

That's right: Cut-Nose, Gas-light,
Mother Toulouche.

Because...

they began thieving again.

Fandor, Fantomas is back.

Why not arrest
Nibet, Nose-cut

- and the others?
- No.

No, they are small fry.

Small-time criminals.

No. I let them
act freely

and thanks to them,

I'm sure that I will find
Fant�mas. But for now...

"Tail-hair" I am,

and "Tail-hair" I will remain.

It's the name they gave you?

Yes it is.

I'm happy you are here.

Fandor! Fandor!

This is the last dispatch
from Havas news agency:

"The findings made on the trunk
of the Munich-Paris train

led to the discovery of a fingerprint

left by Jacques Dollon,

the man wanted for the murder
of the Baroness de Vibray

and the theft from
the Princess Danidoff."

This is madness! I'm going crazy!

Not now! I need sensational stuff,

so sort it out yourself.
Go!

Hello, Fandor.

Good morning.

She was in her room.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

- How are you?
- Better.

I find it peaceful here.

I got your message.
What's wrong?

Ah, yes.

I read your article on
the princess Danidoff.

I 'm sure now:

Her name was on the list
with the date of April 12.

Sorry to bother you,

but someone is asking for Miss
Elizabeth on the phone.

Anyone know you are here?

No, just you.

I can accompany you?

Yeah, sure.

Hello?

Elizabeth Dollon?

Yes.

He hung up.

Apart from Sonia Danidoff,

do you remember any other
names in the list?

Yes, maybe Tom... something.

Or "Thomas". This tells you
something?

Without the name, it will not.

There were also initials.

Unfinished words.

I think this list

is the calendar for Fantomas
futur attacks.

I'm afraid, Fandor.
These phone calls.

Someone wants to kill me.

We will survive.
I promise you.

Hello, Elizabeth.
The convocation is at 4 pm, isn't it?

Yes, yes.

Thank you for your call, last night.

It touched me.

I have not called.

I beg you, Fandor.
Don't kid me.

Despite the buzz,
I recognized your voice.

What am I supposed
to have said to you?

Very nice things, very delicate.

And you asked me questions
about the list again.

Someone imitated my voice.

Someone wanted to know what
you exactly saw on that list.

You will not return to the hotel.
It's too dangerous.

But what am I going to do?
I'm getting mad!

The persons named by Judge Fuselier
are requested to enter.

Whatever I do in the office
of the judge,

do not be surprised of the consequences
for you, even if I created them.

Good morning, miss.

Hello, my dear Fandor.

For once, I do not receive
the journalist, but the witness.

Miss.

You have arrived at the right time
to save Miss Dollon a few days ago.

In any case, the gas was cut.

It's hot in here.
I'm taking off my coat.

Please, miss.

I've learned, gentlemen, that
you had been victims of a thief.

Yes, 25 million.

That's right, gentlemen?
It's a terrible blow for you.

Abominable.

We almost lost
the trust of our clients.

First in line, Mr Thomery,

tycoon of the sugar industry.

It's true.
When you're a master of finance,

confidence is essential.

Yes, well, I guess
you were insured, right?

Obviously.

But what are our troubles compared to

the tragedy which hit Miss Elizabeth?

The Murder of the Baroness de Vibray?

No, Madame de Vibray
commited suicide.

The letter sent to the procurator

was subjected to handwriting analysis

and experts are adamant:
It is his writing.

I need your attention.

What I'm about to reveal
is extremely delicate.

Elizabeth, you are
surrounded by friends.

I'm asking you to tell us the truth!

But what truth?

The naked truth.
You met your brother

in secret 48 hours ago!

- This is false!
- Do not deny it.

It is wiser to
confess. Mr Judge

will consider it.

Do you have proof
of what you just said?

Absolutely.

This medallion, Mr judge

You recognize it?

You authorized Dollon
to keep it with him in his cell.

Why didn't we find the
young man's body

while his sister bears
the medallion today?

It's you who gave it to me!

Do not deny it! You lie again
only to save your brother.

You know very well that
if he is found

and charged with these crimes,
he'll get the scaffold.

It shows a little.
Doesn't it?

I understand that it is a concern,
but do not make it an obsession.

Turn your head, Sonia.

No one will see it, I assure you.

Your scars are invisible.

When I think
about all that happened...

Forget it.

- Let's eat.
- Sir?

- What?
- What is it?

- A lady asked for you.
- Take that.

She's waiting in the park.

How is she?

My God... Cumbersome.

Madam?

I'm a jewel broker.

Since the announcement
of my next wedding,

I keep getting visits from
jewelers, decorators...

While browsing,
I found in a jewel store,

I will not tell you his
name by the way, these beads.

These beads are beautiful, Madam,
but again: it's not.

I m sure the Princess Danidoff
would be very happy to have them.

Where are they from?

Show them to her first,
then you'll decide.

I will give you a great price.

And I have other jewelry.

A moment.

Oh, look, I'm in a hurry!

If you decide to buy,

meet me tomorrow at the Orsay
railway station. -Alright.

Jean, please get Madam to the door.

- Well, sir.
- Good evening.

This is extraordinary, but...

I swear, my dear Norbert,

these are the jewels that
were stolen from me.

I have every reason to believe you.

It is this woman?

A receiver of stolen goods

who sells the goods
that thiefs put in her hands.

I'll buy them.
I have an appointment tomorrow.

Pay yourself.

Good morning.
I think you heard the news.

You mean the
disappearance of Thomery?

Yes, I know.

I guess that when a guy
like him disappears,

the market takes a hit.

Can you explain it to me?

I will not give you a
political economy course.

No. I only want to know:

When a guy like that disappears
who pays the damages?

A lot of people. There are now
a lot of bankrupt people on the market.

Then who benefits?

In other words,

who are the people
who benefit from his disappearance?

Negative financial speculators

who want the market to tumble,

to buy some stocks for
dirt cheap, then sell them anew.

But they are worthless!

On the contrary.

Suppose a financier has anticipated,
a few days ago, the disappearance

or say, to simplify,
the death of Thomery.

So the financier sells to the buyers

its actions
at a firm and final price,

but, listen well,
available only in 15 days.

That way, buyers
are forced to buy at full price

actions which are worthless.

As it is played on many actions,

you see the fabulous profits?

Effectively, it's a good trick.

Ah! I've been looking for you
everywhere, my pal!

They found Thomery's corpse
in the Orsay's glass roof.

And Professor Hansen
has found again fingerprints

belonging to Jacques Dollon.

Miss Dollon awaits you in the parlor.

But it's really an exception
after visiting hours.

Can't you remove
the handcuffs, please?

No, the rules prohibit it.

You have five minutes.
I'm behind the door.

How could you have me arrested?

You know I have done nothing.

You are safe here.
This is the most important thing.

I'm frightened all the time.

And this is the prison
where they killed my brother.

Yes, but the assassination
of your brother was premeditated.

And criminals do not have
accomplices in every prison.

Finally, you are being closely
watched, by order of the judge.

You said it yourself:
Fant�mas is capable of anything.

Yes, but less here than elsewhere else.
Forgive me, Elizabeth.

Forgive me.

You lied to the judge.

It's called contempt of court.

You should be here at my place.

But when you're a great journalist...

I did it because...

I want to know
when they will release me.

As soon as you are out of danger.

Anyway...

I love you.

Love me?

No, you think you do.

But you belong to Fant�mas.

So leave me alone.

Happy hunting.

Ah! At last.

Excuse me, I went to
see Elizabeth in jail.

How's your love?

Bad. She can not forgive me
for what I've done.

Forget it.

Come on, I took the keys.

How are those pimping
friends of yours?

Bad. They begin to distrust me.

The Beadle and the Bearded disappeared
48 hours ago and the mother Toulouche,

who liked me well,
keeps her mouth shut now.

They have guessed?

Yes, it's possible.

I do not see what you
think you'll find here.

That's what I thought.

You can write...
"Baroness de Vibray:

April 3.

Jacques Dollon: JH, ditto.

Sonia Danidoff: April 12.

B.N.: May 15.

Mr F,...

Thomery: during May.

Bank: May 31."

JH, what does that mean?

JH...

Jail House, of course.
The boy died in jail.

Sonia Danidoff: April 12.
The exact date of the jewels robbery.

Yes. B.N.?

B.N.: May 15.

May 15. It's the date of the
train robbery. The gold bars.

B.N. is for is Barbey Nanteuil.

Mr F?

There is no date.

That I do not see.

Thomery: during May.

During May...

It is rather late May, because

he was assassinated on the 30th.

Farewell! Mr F.

For god's sake, Fant�mas
wants to murder me?

Yes, but there is no date

after your initials, then Fantomas
has perhaps considered

that your death was not essential.

It's still frightens me.

I thought you loved the danger?

The danger, yes, but executions, no!

And finally, Bank: May 31.

And we are at May 31.

Of course it's the
Barbey-Nanteuil bank.

Their deposit safes are in danger

and also their lives.

He will act before midnight.

How do we play?

I stay behind the scenes,
you come into the scene.

Fantomas? Please...

The people need dreams or nightmares,

but not us.

It is nonetheless true
we are in danger.

Gentlemen,

would you offer me hospitality
until tomorrow?

I know your apartments
are above the offices.

Maybe you still have a room there?

I would like to stay in
the place during the night.

Thank you.

Say. Does your servant live here?

No, he is married and has children.
He goes home.

If that's what you want to know,

we'll be three in the apartment.

Sir?

Forgive me.

Thank you.

Philippe, I no longer need
you. You can withdraw.

I really doubt something will happen.

Individuals who threaten us
will surely be wary.

I guess that they already

know you spend the night here.

My presence here won't
prevent them from acting.

I hope that my room will please you.

I'm sure, but...

I'm sorry to put you
out of your own room.

I did rearrange it with great care.

That I do not doubt.

My partner got the
ceiling and floor screwed,

very complicated works, because
the room, which was in good condition,

was not to his taste.

It is in a room that one passes
half his life, doesn't it?

It's late.

We will accompany you.

I know the way.

I insist.

If you need something,
I'm in the room in front of yours.

Thank you. Everything is perfect.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

What's the matter?
What's the matter?

Fandor! Open up!

Of course, the wires have been cut.

What has happened?
You're in such a mess!

It is impossible for Fantomas
to leave this room.

I have the same opinion.

Who are you?

Inspector Juve, police.

I thought you were dead!

I was such a bore in the next world

with my stories of Fant�mas,

that they sent me back to Earth.

You feel better?

Okay, okay.

I tried to help.

And someone hit me on the head.

So it's you who entered first?

Obviously since my room is
the closest to yours.

Why do you say that Fant�mas
has not come out of this room?

He was able to leave by the window.

The glass is broken.

And his mask is hooked.

I can assure you that Fant�mas
did not escape through this window.

Why try to deny the obvious?

The evidence?

You know, sir, that
you're in the fourth floor,

that there is no ledge or balcony,

that unless proven otherwise,
nobody saw Fantomas fly.

He only smashed the glass to
give the change and delude us.

If not by the window
so how did he get out?

In any case, not by the door either.

We would have met him coming in.

Fantomas could not have escape.

Let's be coherent.
Where do you believe he's hiding?

Guess.

Guess?

Instead say you know nothing.

You made us lose enough time.

You would be better
looking through the floors.

Useless. Fant�mas has not
left these four walls.

This is absolute madness!

Mr Nanteuil, would you please
do me a service

and draw plans of this floor?

I can not draw.

Do your best.

Fine. If you insist...

I will prepare the ink
and paper, Mr Nanteuil.

But what are you doing?

Oh!

I brought a little snapshot:
These prints are identical.

And these are the fingerprints
of Jacques Dollon.

What is this story?
This is madness!

Mr Juve. This is a journalist's trick!

It would be easy to make
another print from my finger.

You'll see I'm not Jacques Dollon.

No need. I saw through
your act a second ago.

The hand of Jacques Dollon.

Beautifully tanned human skin.

It has retained its flexibility,

and of course, all its features.

What a disgrace for the bank.

But why did you do that?

His motive is money.

It all started

when Madam de Vibray
was driven to suicide.

She believed herself ruined.
In fact,

it was only a manipulation of her
stock fomented by Mr Nanteuil.

And to say I didn't see anything.

It's clear that you didn't
call enough your associate to account.

After the suicide of the Baroness,
Mr Nanteuil, aka Fantomas,

transported her corpse
to Jacques Dollon's loft.

There he put the painter to sleep
to set him up as the murderer.

Effectively, Jacques is suspected
and imprisoned.

Then, fearing that the young man

manages to exonerate himself,
he hangs him

in his cell.

And he has this diabolical idea:

He uses jacques Dollon's hand

to commit his crimes with impunity.

It's impossible.
Defend yourself.

Fant�mas...

in name of the law...

I arrest you!

Stay calm.

"The misfortune of man,"
said the philosopher,

"is that he never knew
how to remain at peace

in a room."

You probably have nails or iron

in your shoes.
Take them off!

Take them off!
And disconnect the power.

Hurry!

The whole piece has been magnetized.

There are electromagnets everywhere
in the ceiling, walls,

under the floor.

The battle must continue!

Useless. He has disappeared since
a long time among all these books.

Between the lines.

Between the lines?