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Surely now Carolina

resembles that adolescent

her young mother was, in her young ages.

Is it merely for memory's sake,

or because of old men -

Herodotus, Balthr or Solomon, son of David -

said to yearn for warming their souls against the flesh of maidens?

The flesh of maidens...

But, no, this is a lie...

Already as a child, beneath the low beams of the attic,

every quiet, still and vant summer afternoon

I would read again my red book filled with jabbed images

of beautiful maidens with doe-like figures,

slim, slender, golden,

chased by dogs, ught by hunters

and handed over, trembling, to a wistful old prince...

...old prince who with regret, puts down his golden quill,

abandons his never-ending writings

and slowly gazes

at the feverish, panting and lost prey

finally thrown to his feet.

Removing gracefully her tattered clothes

the ptive undresses, her eyes enlarged with fear.

She's whipped in front of him, for his pleasure.

He then bathes her wounded body,

messes her and falls asleep,

cuddled up to her.

In this cruel ceremony of marriage she is sacrificed

crucified, eaten alive at his wedding feast.

The last image shows her,

her lips slightly open, presented on a bed of roses.

Carolina must surely resemble this image of the past.

Yes, and quite attractive.

OK, pable and recruited.

"Live Animal"

Enoughl Stilll

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.

Message for Giorgio Baldassarre De Saxe.

Banker. Age 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.

- Who are you? Hellol - I repeat...

Carolina is in the park, reading a book

- What do you want'? - Innocent and peaceful.

Right now she's in great danger.

Message for Giorgio...

Ah Malia... go immediately...

Tell Matteo to join me at the bottom of the garden.

As soon as possible.

My respects sir.

Your daughter, Sir, and has just been kidnapped.

Alas kidnapped. Your daughter Carolina.

She is now in a safe place.

In the hands of an organization both powerful and cruel.

The ransom was fixed at one million dollars.

In convertible currency, or petrodollars.

The method of payment will be communicated by return post.

The price is fixed, and no haggling.

Promptness of payment is an essential condition.

Otherwise interest will be applied

on a daily basis.

And also...

The organization reserves the light

to utilize the economic potential of the girl

giving her to clients of a special house for perverts,

in which Carolina will satisfy their sexual fantasies.

An exhausting work which could tire her,

of course, bit by bit.

If the police are notified...

Your daughter will be burned alive.

We n guarantee a complete result, total and definitive.

Allow me Sir to show you our references

on the seriousness of our business.

Ah, it's you Matteo.

- Sir is unwell? - it will pass.

They squirted... a kind of drug, light in my eyes.

Oh. Unhappy clients

who were protesting about the interest rate?

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

Sir doesn't consider that they were businessmen?

Maybe they wanted a loan.

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

Ah. Well, in that case they could be thieves.

I'll check that everything is in order.

Quickl Quickl For love of me

I n't say more Your little Carolina

Lost

Excuse me Sir, I saw nothing at all suspicious.

Tell me Matteo, 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 Sir to ask her.

She's just now returned.

I met her as I was leaving the house

whilst she was going up to her room.

With your permission, I'll go into town.

Good, you're here.

I'm here. What's wrong with that'?

Has nothing odd happened to you today'?

Odd in what sense?

Was it you wrote this postcard?

No, Why'?

And yet it's your writing.

Yes... Oh, silly mel

With the idea of arriving early

a stupid taxi driver took me on an incredible tour.

And as always happens, we got completely stuck.

Excuse me, could I have an autograph?

You needn't add anything in memory...

of this meeting... only too brief?

Yes, but we must hurry.

It's a bit dry.

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

Why should I do that'?

Let's say... for my love.

Hop, hop, hop. The game went marvelously.

The arc remains and the triumph won't give us any more trouble.

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

Details.

Abducted without incident, with extreme discretion,

and transported in the safest of hiding places.

- Further details. - The request is turned down.

All are equal before the law. Even the head.

Everyone observes the autonomous responsibility of their own sector.

Watertight compartments, efficiency.

No risk of blabbeling

and limited damage in case of accident.

And that's what I say.

Special instructions?

No, I want daily reports.

- This is your light. - Goodbye.

Gall Pierre Garen.

Follow Franz.

Okay- why?

No questions. Report twice a day.

On Franz? 'Kay...

- Cany it out. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Excuse me Sir.

But here's a message which arrived earlier,

while Sir was in the gardens.

And that I forgot because of the commotion.

I should point out that it was the use of my delay

in rejoining Sir.

The instructions for fleeing 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 the thing becomes jolly excitingl

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?

You have technil and moral prejudices against sadism?

No. Just don't overdo it. What do you like?

Spanking?

Rather the whip.

Cigarettes, trestle and nettles,

swabs soaked in alcohol, and so on.

It's a demanding genre. And these things are expensive.

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

And no one will ask your opinion.

Contact Julien Jacques, your pimp.

Don't make such a fuss.

Write him a nice little note.

He'll have to turn quite a few tricks

if he wants to regain his pital.

Rectifying the error in pagination, the kidnap 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 refully hidden.

But to what end?

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

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... zerol

What happened?

I wanted to burn some papers and there was an explosionl

But why'? What papers?

Ndlhing but Old stuff I

And this? What is if?

An old doll, they've kept.

A doll made of celluloid in the fire?

Don't you know it's dangerous?

Many children have been burned alivel

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 the paw of a cat.

And if it was an attack'? inflammable stuff put there on purpose.

Calm down.

Don't invent unnecessary oonoems.

I wanted to ll the police.

But it is better not to for the moment.

After all, you've not been kidnapped.

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

Missl You'll be safe here.

Gol

Now, they've gone. You n get out.

It seems they just wanted to play.

You think so?

Yes. but. . . You've been bitten?

Oh no, no, only scratches made 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.

But ham Luckily there's a doctor.

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

I must have lost my purse when I ran just now.

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

Clear offl This isn't for you.

One: You have been weighed in the balance, and found wanting.

Two: you have lost the opportunity

to save your happiness and your power.

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

Listen, I gave it a thought.

I reckon It would be better to wait for...

The gentleman you've been expecting has arrived.

- Bring him in. - Right away, Sir.

He's a young man you haven't met yet.

He n help us with all this.

Are you working on the house?

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

Carolina, could you ling please?

- The lady rang? - Yes, Matteo.

What's that racket'?

A thousand apologies.

But it was only a minor incident from ancillary life.

I allowed myself to take steps to violate Malia,

but the cat interfered inappropriately.

Againl

if Sir will permit, I'll go and take action.

I had to slander that innocent feline.

- Understand? - Yes, I understand.

Now there's a guy there.

Behave yourself properly-

At least with him.

I'll do my best.

And do it well if you don't want trouble.

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 reful, however.

You should place Miss Carolina in a safe location.

No, I'd rather stay at homel

And safe here.

I'll get some Italian bodyguards.

- The house... - ls 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 politil 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... lm, discrete, classy, you know.

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

Whom the director 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 evening.

My friend Erika is in Paris and could accompany her.

- 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, Malia.

Come in.

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

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

Matteo, would you ll a taxi?

Sir doesn't take the r?

No. I prefer a taxi.

We need a moustache.

Nothing easier.

Ah, a false onel

Naturally. Whafd we do without makeup?

- You didn't know'? - No.

Kidnappings. How romantic.

Unfortunately it's no longer what it onoe was.

In olden days, fair beauties were abducted by horses.

Raped by swans, seduced by snakes.

Torn apart by bulls... pleasures past, 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 technilly correct,

but nothing more.

As a memento I took the gold chain,

that Carolina always wears around her waist,

and that she had forgotten to put back on

after removing it to put on her trousers.

What I didn't understand

is if it was Framz disguised as woman

or a woman disguised as Franiz.'

Don't say anything. You're waiting.

Madame, will be down.

Here, my Lady, your new, little pupil.

A first class purchase.

Carolina De Saxe, Erika Von Eigher.

Needless to say,

that this is a false name.

Thank you for the welcome.

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 thoughts...

You will find a dress to fit you on the couch in the lobby.

Hurry, now.

'The pleasure will be all mine.' You n tell.

Look at me, however, working in this film.

One of these days I'll get bored, and send them all...

Come on.

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

Yes, it wasn't easy to manage it.

And also...

Very strange.

Who are those girls dressed in black'?

The guests of the house.

Why dressed in black'?

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

who wear white.

Why are they so still?

They're resting.

Well then, will I also always have to...

wear black'?

- 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 docile, don't hesitate to punish her. Cruelly.

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

I am yours, Ma'am.

Uniform of the house.

Get up.

Is she a real whore?

Here's a certificate to prove it.

Where's her beat'?

Palais Royale.

Her price?

Third category.

Unwrap it.

Immediately, Sir.

Yes, seems fresh.

I'll have it with a salsa rossa.

And flambée au cognac.

Very good, Sir. And the serving? Would you like it sliced?

If it's home made. And is it tender?

Naturally Sir.

Add a little something as precaution, so that it rises properly.

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 bolt,

but it had been unscrewed during my 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 hurryl

She's gonna get quite a wedding nightl

Come in.

Hello baby.

Isn't it locked?

It was removed.

Removed the lock'? What do you mean?

It works perfectly.

Ah, so it does.

How was your night'?

Strange things happen in this house,

It's a mysterious place.

Mysterious?

No. Why'? I find it quiet and comfortable.

Have you seen the people?

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

Why do they lock me in?

As a precaution, no doubt.

And who gave you the key to my door?

The guard, who else could.

But you saw 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've one with me, if you want.

Look therel The stick he had 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 naughtyl

Even as a child you had strange, morbid nightmares.

There's no reason to worry yourself.

I contacted, despite everything, your potential kidnappers.

As if you really were taken.

I am taken.

But no, you're here.

So I went to the appointment marked on the rd.

It was the first time I've climbed the Arc de Tl'iomphe

and will certainly be the last.

Yet I'd like to have taken you there. One day.

And when I did. It was if it were once,

many years ago, when you were a child.

And I held you by the hand.

I see that you too take little children for a walk.

It must be a kind of password.

My stupid bosses didn't warn me.

Fine weather, is not it, to visit the pital with your family.

It's true, 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 Tliomphe.

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

Does this bring anything to mind?

Ah, thank you. I wondered where it had got to.

The chain, of course.

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

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

You'll take a cheque?

Why not notes, seeing as it's you?

Gash then. Ah, that lack of trust.

Used, in small denominations. Let's say, 1O francs.

And more convenient with the current h crisis.

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

Yes, more or less 50,000 mm,

that's a column fifty metres high.

So much?

Of course, and very cumbersome.

Not to mention the hard work involved,

to obtain them discreetly.

That's none of my business.

I rry out orders, period.

Get thinner bills, or renegotiate the deal.

The orders on this point are precise.

Small used cuts enclosed in a bag of new cement.

Deposited on a construction site,

which is at kilometre K, on street X.

Here is the le map.

Here, light here in niche C.

Just to the light after passing door P. Got it'?

You know very well there's a credit crunch.

I'd rather pay you in several installments.

However, take this in the meantime.

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

That country bumpkin.

Hoping to impress me with the efficiency

of his organization,

forced me to accompany him to this lousy night club.

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

will be lled to the phone.

She won't return.

Is the ransom considerable?

Professional secret, Mr. De Saxe.

Miss Diana Wanderbergh wanted on the phone.

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

For the pleasure of our sadistic customers.

Done pable and recruited.

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 inve those little things that really hurt.

Remember?

Yes.

Only you lose, not us.

There are always customers that 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 do...

Practice violence?

It's work, eh?

Wait, lady, we'll help you.

They're real peasants, up there.

You n manage better inside.

Done. Capable and recruited.

Exciting, don't you think'?

For you Sir, special offer: 50,000. Service included.

Let me go immediately.

Or I'll ll the ambassador of my country.

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

You know, it was inevitable... two or three of our men raped her.

They are entitled, by contract.

Unless it's a special case, this...

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

My father will pay whatever you wishl

Of course he will pay.

But this doesn't give you privileges.

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 mple. But we n do better.

As for this, it's a temporary haven.

Perhaps tomorrow, it will no longer st.

Nol Let go of mel Let go of mel

If you're not a good girl we'll burn the tips of your breasts.

Don't spoil her too much.

She must arrive at her destination

in usable condition.

Nol

There...

Fire.

Now, watch the birdie.

Firel

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've 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, thank you.

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

Why are you so cold under my resses?

Come, tell me that you love me.

Madam, I love you. And I am your slave.

Or else I'll send you out into the gardens.

I'll set the dogs on you.

They'll savage you to death and devour you.

Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?

Sweet soul, take heed of peljuryl

Though art on thy deathbed

Presently.

Talk you of killing, my lord? Ay, I dol

Therefore, confess thee freely of thy sin.

I never did offend them in my life.

By heaven, you havel

I saw, the infamy, he blew his nose

in your new panties, becoming more distracted.

What use now your tears for those your pantiesl

Drive me away my Lord. But don't kill me.

This is a tragedyl Not a faroel

Kill me tomorrow.

Let me live tonight.

Tomorrow I'll be busy.

And certain things...

are best done light away.

But while I say one prayer.

It's 1:00 late.

Not yet quite dead.

And still... warm...

And

and sweet.

I don't want to prolong too much your torment.

Ace?

Eighteen.

Her death was recent.

Oh, and Still fresh.

How did she die?

- It was sexual. - Particulars.

Raped then disemboweled.

By whom?

By her oonfessor.

The funeral service?

Oh magnificent, it finished a few minutes ago.

The funeral?

When you are done with her.

Ready, Sir.

Set light to her.

You're going for a walk'?

Good hw-

Down boy-

Ah yes, I'd forgotten the key.

Is our little prisoner getting used to her new condition?

- Oh, no, sir. - All the better.

A lot of our clients prefer that.

- It's horrible. - Naturally.

- Your distress is very enticing. - We like her very much.

- Let me go, I'm begging you. - Give her one dose. - Just one?

One is enough. A small quantity of revolt is nicer.

Listen Pierre Garen, are you whining or playing?

OK, OK, I'll play.

I n't see the rds. Damn.

50.

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

Each must do his own work

See you.

I fill the boxes, the work is too hard.

They leave it all to me.

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

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 n't do anything.

He didn't understand for sure.

I understand only that I've run out of money.

OK. We'll play something else.

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

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

No. An error in the quality of the goods.

We have commuters 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 moat unfavorable.

The banks are stopping their credit.

And then people are more and more depraved. I don't know where it will 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, ladsl 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.

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

Barat.

Remove the packaging.

You're pigsl Nothing but sick.

You bastardsl

Those fools must have forgotten the injection.

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

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

Don't be a pain. My friend has enough problems as it is.

I know my folks are broke.

The mansion, the Rolls-Royce... it's all a bluff.

But you could have haggled a price

instead of sending me back for free.

What am I gonna look like back at school?

- You're studying? - Drama.

So you'll be able to act.

Do you think it will be fun dealing with those stupid journalists?

Don't be a nuisanoel We're working herel

Barat.

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 Garen...

You are despiblel I hate youl

Missionary position, but tie her well.

All beautiful women, 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 summarize 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 quite 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 nebulous and vague.

Forced rest, unannounced trips...

The last case of which we are aware?

The last knovm case is that of Diana Vandenberg.

Called to the phone, Tuesday evening at the club whafs-it-called,

never returned to her table,

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

What a way to writel

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 lled...

Her friends lled 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, Giorgio De Saxe

who would even pronounce the fateful word: ransom.

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

You were by chance at time X on day Z, at club whafs-it-called?

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

Don't prevaricate sir. Yes or no?

Maybe in a certain if I remember correctly.

- You go there often? - No, never.

Inoorrectl

That night you were there.

Sowhat'?

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

Ahhal 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.

Inoorrectl You were talking with someone.

- A ual 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.

The teenager was shot once in the Bois de Boulogne

with a weapon of this type.

Where do you keep the revolver?

- It's been stolen. - When?

I don't know.

Thank you sir.

And if you have other news on this case,

ll Commissioner Loran.

All right.

- Financial, status? - Precarious.

- Moral reputation? - Very doubtful.

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

The father of Vandenberg would pay any amount.

To rescue his daughter.

Twenty percent.

Thirty per cent.

Taxes to be paid.

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, light.

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 ution occurs a precaution.

Ahha, mephitic wordplay.

We n go out like this, freely'?

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

So you've found my trail. HEM-W'?

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, this is Carolina.

Yes, there's been a bit of a mix up.

A mistake from a typist

has led to the reversal of some sequences.

But now it's all been tidied up and everythinds running smoothly.

I'll have a bag of cement shortly.

If there are no other mistakes.

Tell the public to relax.

Oh, nol

What a messl

Hello, Superintendent Laurent'?

Speaking. Georges de Saxe?

I'm ringing you as you 8119995195-

Have you made a decision?

In 17 minutes ctly,

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

in a place provided by the script,

The young lady was kidnapped?

Not ctly, but the kidnappers believe so.

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

Very kind of you.

Don't talk of it even to the Commissioner,

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

And money is expensive nowadays.

- Polioel - You're under arrest.

This isn't a surprise.

Nice work

Do you have your ID rd?

They seem in order.

I'm afraid the bankers making fun of you.

You've been arrested for nothing.

The bills aren't small denomination?

Neither small nor big. The hiding place was empty.

Skinflintl

- Giorgio De Saxe? - In person.

This is Commissioner Loran.

Good morning. Well?

The man who was with you at the club whafs-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.

Whit'?

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

But you haven't...?

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Aider moil

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Died in a r accident.

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

The r ught fire,

before she could get out, tied and dazed.

It was my fault, in other words.

What a horrible thing.

Carolina.

Flesh of my flesh.

Destroyed in the flames.

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

despite the postal strike...

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.