All language subtitles for La corta notte delle bambole di vetro (1971)-en

Oh my god!
What is this?

What are you looking at;

Do you think I killed him?
That's how I found him.

Enraged.

Stay here. Don't move it.
I'll call an ambulance.

Put him here.

- An accident?
- No.

I do not think so.

There are no traces of blood.

- What happened to him?
- I do not know.

They found him unconscious
somewhere in the city.

He is dead.

Dead;

I have DIED;

It can't!
I am alive!

Can't you see I'm alive?

I have to make them understand.

You!

Listen to me!

Look at me!

Maybe I'm sleeping.
I have to wake up.

I have to lift a finger.

Must!

Don't leave me like this!
Help me!

Help me!

I found only this passport and
some loose change in his pockets.

He must be a foreigner.

What's his name;

Gregory Moore.

Born in Springfield, Illinois...

On December 6, 1931.
American citizen.

Address;

- I don't see it written anywhere.
- Give it to me here.

Has a residence permit:
Vodichkova street, no. 16.

- He is a journalist.
- Cause of death;

Heart attack.

Make it clear that he was dead
when they brought him to us.

Why; Is this new?

Otherwise we may suffer
us with the paper.

- Bring him to the morgue.
- I am alive!

You can't do this!

That's it.

Now, write:
An English coat.

Underwear and tank top.
Socks.

A white shirt.

Trousers.

A wristwatch.

And a pair of shoes.

Look at them.

- New and expensive.
- What to do; Should I record them?

- Or not;
- Write them down, write them down.

I don't want to be fired
for a pair of shoes.

Strangeness...

He's not as cold as the others.

They could at least shut you down
the eyes. Now I can't close you.

Come.

Have you noticed that there is
workload, lately?

It's true.

But the wages are the same.

This can't be happening.

I must be having a nightmare.

I don't feel the slightest chill
and I'm in a refrigerator.

What happened to me?

Only my mind is still working.

I have to remember.
I'm Gregory... Gregory Moore.

That's all I know.
But what else?

"He's not
a normal organism.

The members of this group
they don't even have offices...

nor any PR office.

They are having some gatherings
here and there, though...

to discuss
the state of the state."

Jacques, the hat.

"This morning
were arrested...

because they criticized publicly
to the actions of the government...

about the internal
and foreign policy.

They were characterized...
They were labeled mentally unstable...

and were locked up in an asylum
for the nervous...

to be given to them by force
treatment...

for a period of time
which is undefined."

everything ok?

- Nice. Goodbye. See you tomorrow.
- At the morgue.

You're going to the morgue
along with your vodka.

Okay, I'm going, I'm going.
But be careful.

Your heart will betray you
sooner or later...

- if you keep it up.
- Because of women or work?

I bid you farewell now.
Here comes Mira.

Well, to hell with it.

Here is a news
that looks interesting.

It seems that at night,
somewhere in Siberia...

they tested a new type of missile
with a nuclear warhead.

- You don't care?
- I'll be busy tomorrow.

Better to wait for confirmation.

- I'll look it up now.
- Let me know when you're done.

- Goodbye.
- Always on the run, huh?

I'll see you at the press conference
in the Presidential Palace?

No, I have work to do.
I'll have Zach take over.

"Cherchez la femme".

I'm sorry Jessica.
I forgot it.

- I love you. (in Czech)
- I love you too.

You're making progress.
Did you find another teacher?

Correctly.
One for each country.

- For me;
- Gift.

I couldn't wait for you to come back.

Even now that we're together
I'm afraid.

I'm afraid you might leave
as suddenly as you appeared.

What do you think;
Why should I leave so suddenly...

when all I wanted was
to come here, to you, for a few days?

I do not know why...

but our meetings
they always seem temporary to me...

and full of anxiety.

Like it's going to
something to separate us?

Maybe.

You are not wrong,
I feel the same way.

You know, sometimes, when I try
to imagine my life in 5-10 years

as of now, it looks like - I don't know -
like walking between two walls...

that don't let me imagine,
or to hope for nothing.

And then all I want is to leave
of all this to come here, to you.

Because only you do
my fears disappearing.

Luckily he understood
and left me alone.

Lady; Sir;

- He was a colonel.
- Sorry.

This is the exclusive specialty
of our restaurant.

You'll like it, you'll see!

I trust you...

Fear not, my lady,
a fireman is on duty.

- Lady...
- Thanks.

Sir...

Thanks.

You will be sad when the time comes
Go away;

Definitely yes.

Time in the city
it doesn't seem to pass.

The city is trapped
between East and West.
The stillness of time is magical.

Our town, Gregory.

- What time is it;
- 4:30 p.m.

We're out of cigarettes.

How nice that apple smells.

I like your gift, you know that?

Aren't they beautiful?
It's a strange species, though.

They make little jumps
but they can't fly...

even with these beautiful ones
colorful feathers they have.

- We have many of these.
- Are you done with the lesson?

How long will you stay?

I do not know.
Maybe three more weeks.

- And after;
- Then I go to London.

You think you can
take me with you?

Do you think I can get out of here?

Everything I imagine for the two of us,
I want it to happen.

The lawyer, Valinsky,
can help us.

And one way or another
will you come with me.

- Dear Sir, I can't
to repay you. - No;

Nevertheless, I can
to express my thanks
in a more... pleasant way.

- Do you accept?
- I accept.

That must be Zac.

Maybe he changed his mind.

Gregory?

Is everything so easy for you?

No, only as important.

I'm starting to remember.

Mira... Mira...

Hey, you!
can you hear me

Is it the same for you?

Maybe it's like that for everyone
when you die... And we can't

let's go back to say it
to those left behind.

No, I must not give up!

If you had followed a career
a police officer and not a journalist...

maybe now I had a beautiful colleague.

Would you like this, right?

Ours are not so pretty.

I think, however, that my real
slope, is the banking industry.

Our friend, Shoenbat
can help you if you want.

- No, no, thank you.
- Right, Shoenbat?

Gregory, where did you bring me?

Here it looks like
with a wax museum!

Among these mummies there are
prominent people from half of Europe.

Politicians, bankers,
corrupt people... Interested?

No thanks.

- Good Evening.
- Good Evening.

He looks familiar.
Who is;

Franz Tibor, a famous pianist.

- Good Evening. How are you;
- Fine thanks.

This is Mira Serkova.

I will never believe you are
my compatriot.

Maybe you don't look like you are
because you are so elegant.

You will of course know that Gregory
intends to leave us.

Of course, he will come with me.

Hope you can help us,
attorney Valinsky.

I always thought journalism was one
a particularly difficult profession for a woman.

No, on the contrary.

There are many advantages
for a woman, in our area.

- All doors open easier.
- Mine is always open for you.

Courtesy is easy
for a banker.

I, however, could have it open
my door for some confidential news.

How about that?

Yes, sure, sure.
Excuse me a moment.

Let me introduce you
to some fascinating people.

- Professor Karting.
- Nice to met you.

Dr. Polonsky and his wife.

Mr. Solobov from the embassy.

And this gentleman who is looking at you,
it's Mr. Koeman.

- Nice to meet you.
- She already fell in love with you.

- You will know Gregory Moore.
- You don't greet your old friends anymore?

- Ivan, how are you?
- Very good you;

- I am glad to see you!
- Come here.

Dr. Borodaj thinks that...

Why didn't you tell me he would show up?
Gregory with her here?

Come on, Jessica, calm down now.

- You know men are unpredictable.
- You're not funny, Zac.

My dear Jessica.

I read your last article
on economic relations with the USSR.

Very interesting, but if I may,
I would like to make a small correction.

How is your revolution going?

- Did you leave her at the Sorbonne?
- No, in Moscow.

I spent two years in Moscow
and I specialized in cardiology.

You're still stuck
stripping women, huh?

There's a lot to do
in this field.

I work with Karting.

What a shame.

Success made you gain
this neighborhood, then?

I hope not.

I better save Mira
before they corrupt her completely.

- I'll introduce you later.
- I'm having a drink and I'm coming.

Gregory!
Curse the day I introduced you!

- Won't you say hello to her?
- No no no.

Right now, I'm not in charge
for my actions.

Yes, yes, yes, look at her.

She's not flawless either.
Touch her. You can touch her.

Her meat is fresh, alive
ready to give joy.

What I don't like is that because
she is the daughter of a billionaire...

he thinks he can buy everything
with dollars: men, feelings...

Sex is here.
Is he obsessed? You know what I mean;

He comes here to sleep
with communists.

And then when she gets back to her ranch...

she will talk about her emotions
from the Old Continent. Right, my dear?

On a ranch...
I wouldn't like it either.

She looks so vulnerable.

Youth is beautiful.

Let's do it here.

Right now.

Let's go inside.

I just wanted to see
how stupid you have become

Come on kid, get up.

Unleash your urges,
like I did with alcohol.

Looks like Bakosh did
a big leap. Around 20 meters.

Yes, stupid, Bakosh.

It completely flattened a bystander
on Meruda Road.

Okay, see you there.

- So?
- The information is a fiasco.

Bakosh who killed himself was not
the minister, but a plumber.

A cuckold plumber.

Here, even roasting a chicken,
it can pass for political assassination.

- You are not escaping.
- And the other colleagues?

They came, cursed, left.

I've been waiting here to update you.

Hey! I'm sure we've met!

I just don't remember when.

- Speaks.
- These guys are awesome!

- Why don't we all go to my house
for a drink; - Oh, not tonight, I'm exhausted.

And you;

Let him.
He has better things to do.

Go to Mira.
She doesn't deserve to be left alone.

Goodbye.

Your friend is really awesome.

Excuse me, where is the phone?

Miss Natasha!

- So early for shopping?
- Good morning...

It's already too late for me.

- I'll pay you tomorrow, okay?
- Of course...

Mira?

Mira, where are you?

Ivan, my friend!

Moore is indeed.

It is terrible.

I just saw him a week ago.

It can also happen to your acquaintances.
You should know this, mate.

Strange, he hasn't shown any stiffness yet.

How long ago would you say he died?

- He was already dead when they brought him.
- He's been here for two hours.

Ivan, I can do it,
if you help me

Anyway,
I want to try something.

I will try to make him
to resurrect.

Make of it what you will, but I think it is
a waste of time.

- My shift is over.
- Bring him up. Hurry up.

- Nurse?
- Yes, doctor?

- Prepare everything for revival.
- Okay doctor.

Nothing. Not in this hospital either.

No women were introduced tonight.

What could have happened to her then?

It won't be anything serious, you'll see.

We already called all the police
departments and all hospitals...

Nothing.
Not at the morgue either, thankfully.

I'll get a drink.
After what I saw, I need one.

Didn't leave a message?
Nothing;

It's absurd that he just left like that.

It didn't just go away,
someone forced her.

- I'm sure that's what happened.
- Okay...

Suppose someone
he took her by force.

Maybe he wasn't here
to visit you for two days.

Maybe it wasn't even
who you thought she was.

Jessica, don't talk nonsense.
You didn't know her.

- And you; What did you really know about her?
- Jessica is right, Gregory.

- What did you know about her?
- What do you want;

For more than two hours
we are only guessing...

without finding any reason
which would make her disappear.

But it sure is weird.

The earth cannot open
and swallow it.

Even if someone happens
to decide to disappear suddenly.

So simply, without warning,
without having been preceded by something.

And she left naked,
in your opinion;

So, no shoes, no clothes?

Leave everything behind!

Underwear! Bra! Everything!

And how do you know that?

When you say that the girl
she didn't take anything with her...

maybe you mean he didn't get this...

or that.

Or maybe you can swear
that you knew...

the exact contents of the wardrobe
of Mrs. Serkova?

- I think so...
- You see;

You tell me you left last night
for professional reasons.

As far as I can tell,
nothing important happened.

Now I realize it was a trick
to leave Mira alone, here.

When I left it happened.

Even if it is so, who gave it to you?
the information about Bakosh?

Someone I didn't know.

It was one of those anonymous calls
without which we would not know much.

Commanders, we want to help you
to find her.

Mr. Moore, we would prefer
let's not get into trouble...

with a foreign journalist.
Don't mess around.

We are doing everything humanly possible.

Truth;
Then remember this:

Even if we have to upset the city,
we must find her, dead or alive!

Why did you say... "dead"?

I do not know.
That's how I said it.

Figure of speech is.

- Boris, start the investigation.
- Yes, Commander.

Yes; Zach here.
What happens;

What;

Naked...

Understood.
We are coming right away.

Wait here.

Journalist.

Come.

Uncover her.

It's not her.

- There are so many...
- It's not her, Jacques!

- Since I'm already here...
- I'll talk to Jessica!

I don't know what to think anymore.

If we knew any other friend of hers,
who she used to date.

Another man?

No, I don't mean lover.

But maybe she was seeing someone.

No, since he came, he has always been with me.
We didn't meet anyone.

He had also been to Valinsky's house.

Correctly.

Let's remember someone
of all these mummies.

Maybe they can help.
Let's visit them.

Let's go, even if I don't know
how much this can help.

I'll start with Karting,
you make a guest list.

Just that...;

- Professor Karting, please.
- I will notify him immediately.

Now, look.

He feels the pain.

Like it has life in it.

It is the people who
they make the distinctions.

To make research easier.

But the world of living things
is a whole.

Something completely indivisible.

Therefore there is nothing surprising that
this tomato has its own... perception.

This story would make an interesting article.

I will never cut a leaf again.

This is impossible, Ivan.

And the good with the bad
they are indivisible.

They are the two sides of the coin.

A present for you.
Pour oil and salt on it, eat it.

It's just a tomato.

Excuse me professors.
A lady and a gentleman are asking for you.

Tell them to pass.

I love surrealists.

I had to break a lot of laws
to get these tables.

Our journalist lady.
How can I be useful?

This is Miss Serkova,
Mira Serkova.

She disappeared last night from my house
in a rather inexplicable way.

Yes, I remember her well.

The beautiful girl who was with you
to Volinsky. What happened;

Perhaps there is a very simple explanation
about what happened, professors.

Police are already investigating.

- But we think...
- I would like to know if last night...

you heard something that could
to be useful to us.

I really don't know.

We were talking about music.

We were talking about the big hit
of Tibor, in Vienna and Moscow.

He also told me
that he would go to Moscow soon.

You see;
You had no idea either.

Strange.

He hadn't told me anything about it.

Besides, he has left
all her papers at my house.

If I were you,
I wouldn't worry.

Women are unpredictable.

I hope you are right, professors.

- Any reaction?
- No, nothing.

Don't give up, Ivan.
do not give up!

What if we used the sensor
of the spirometer?

He's been dead for hours. If you want
In my opinion, there is nothing we can do.

Don't listen to him Ivan!
Try to understand me!

No.

His temperature has not dropped.
For some reason it hasn't fallen.

- Let's call Karting.
- If that's what you want...

Quickly!
He will understand.

Meanwhile, I must go on
to try to remember

It's the only thing that makes me
to feel alive

- What did Zach say?
- Nothing. Nobody remembers anything.

It's as if they didn't see her.

- Ah, Commanders. Any news?
- Of course.

The news is that you didn't follow
my advice.

You make a lot of noise
for two ordinary strangers.

In addition to being foreigners, we are also journalists
and friends of the missing girl.

What are you planning to do?
Interrogate everyone you know...

on whether he remembers every dot
and every comma from what the girl said?

- I do what you should do!
- Management, we just want to work together.

In all major cities, dozens
girls disappear every year.

The case concerns only us.

Suspicions, inquiries, investigations,
they only concern us.

- Don't forget this again.
- What does that mean;

One of the usual threats?
You won't stop me.

If you continue this behavior,
you should give answers...

to someone somewhat superior
by a simple commander.

And then, you might have to
to stay in the country...

for much longer
from two weeks.

Think about it.

It wasn't a good idea to fight him.
Now you will have him behind you, all the time.

I do not care.
He said it himself:

In all major cities, dozens
girls disappear every year.

I want to research this.

You continue with the list.
Okay;

Okay Gregory. But hear me out:
Keep a low profile.

- Where are we going;
- Killiana Street, no. 22.

Are you looking for me?

Yes.

I would like to take a look at the leaves
of "Rudé Právo" of the last 2 years.
(the newspaper of the Communist Party of Czechoslovakia)

Do you prefer dollars?

- The police report column?
- Yes.

- Kidnappings?
- Disappearances of women.

The police report is
my passion. So I remember everything.

There is such a file in here
and so much storage space

which would also do the police
to turn green with jealousy.

Go on, quick!

- Pass!
- Come on, come on!

- I put it!
- He didn't get in!

I am a journalist and I would like to
some information about Marika Sequince.

Two years ago she was reported missing.

I know nothing!
Go away!

Are you her mother?

That's a thing of the past.
We don't want to talk about it anymore.

It is true that he disappeared
without her clothes?

- I mean naked.
- Tell him. Tell him!

Why don't you tell him?
A coward, that's what you are!

- But I...
- Stop!

- I know nothing!
- But she was your daughter. Was it or wasn't it?

Marika was our daughter
and left us.

we know nothing
and we don't want to remember them anymore.

Get lost!

- Louder, come on!
- Pass!

Higher!

- It's 1-0!
- Ok, come on. Move!

Hey, you in the red shirt!

- Do you know this old man?
- Yes.

- Do you want this;
- Yes Yes!

Nice.

- So give him this.
- Okay.

Let's go!

Thank you very much.

Without your help, I wouldn't have found it
never this place.

I'm glad if I helped.

Although I don't understand your insistence.

Go, I'll sit here
with the dogs.

What are you looking for;

- Is this where Irina Dubczek lives?
- What if he stays?

I am a journalist.

I'm doing a missing girls investigation.

A research...

Are you young or old?

- What does it matter;
- For me, it doesn't.

I gave up everything, years ago.

I was young then.
It doesn't matter to me anymore.

And Irina?

Irina was young.
That's why she was useful.

Useful to whom?
Is he alive or dead?

It makes no difference.
Has disappeared.

Are there any suspects?

- Has anyone used it?
- Anyone? All.

All those who want to live
more than others...

just to maintain their power.

Those who use
the soldier's blood...

or the student who wants
to die for his ideas.

And in peacetime
and in wartime.

These are the suspects.
Is that enough for you?

But you didn't answer me...

Are you young or old?

- I'm still young.
- That's nice.

You still have time to understand, then.

Please...
tell me what you know

I can't help you
and there is nothing to find here.

I don't know anything at all.

Irina liked music, right?

Yes... as in many girls.

They called you from New York.
I said you are sick...

and what you can get.

Here you are.
At last I found you.

What did you discover?

I spoke to all of them
but I didn't find the slightest thing.

All I found was someone who
he told me the story about Moscow again.

- What story?
- You didn't tell him?

It seems Mira wanted to
to return to Moscow.

What did you find?
about the missing girls?

Maybe I found a clue. Exists
an old man who seems to know a lot.

- Nothing else;
- There is a coincidence.

All the disappeared
they had one thing in common:

- Their passion for music.
- And what does this tell us?

And I like to drink, smoke,
as well as many of my friends.

And to Mira,
didn't like the music that much.

No, but there are other coincidences.

Listen Gregory,
this is a strange country.

Things that seem strange to you
maybe it's perfectly normal here.

Some you can understand,
but no.

But why don't you give up?

In a few weeks you will be in London
and everything will seem so far away.

Believe me.

Give up, huh?

It's not my character.

I never gave up when someone
he stole something of mine.

Or when something is imposed on me
without explaining it to me.

That's why I keep getting in trouble.

Leave Gregory alone.
Maybe it's not worth it.

Mr. Moore, a message for you.
A child brought it.

It's from that old man!
He wants to meet me.

- Don't go Gregory.
- Answer it.

- Will you tell me what's going on?
- He doesn't even have a name.

And you're going to a meeting
in the night...

in a dangerous area,
without even...

Read it, Zach, read it.
I am coming with you.

No, he says to go alone.
See you later. Goodbye.

Be careful!

- Who was it; You know him;
- Not...

They don't fly...

They don't let them fly.

What do you mean;
Who; Tell me!

They don't... they don't fly.

- What happened;
- What are you doing here;

Yes... I was afraid something would happen to you.

- What did you see;
- Nothing. It was pitch black.

You were going to meet someone
maybe this old man... and suddenly
the place filled with smoke,

and then you ran here, like a madman.

Fine, tell the Manager to
convinced that I'm a maniacal killer.

Now where are you going?

Leave me. Stop following me.
Did you understand;

But...

Maximum oxygen.

The heart does not react.

Unfortunately no, but it is not noticed
mortuary stiffness even.

It is not uncommon for a corpse to retain
a certain flexibility, even after hours.

- Sure, the temperature...
- The temperature remains constant at 32°.

Even when we put him in the morgue.

There must be some oxidation process.

- Maybe on a molecular level.
- But the heart has stopped hours before.

- Biologically it is impossible...
- Let's not be narrow minded.

The things we ignore are
much more than we know.

You are right Karting.

This doesn't look like death.

Zero respiratory function.

no heartbeat,
no brain function.

There is no clue
in any organ.

But the indication on the screen
it's just above zero.

The old man...

Who killed him?

Perhaps they themselves are trying
get rid of me

Help me cross the road,
my kind sir

Thanks. You are very kind.

Very polite.

Who are you;
What do you want;

- Outside! Go away!
- You are wrong.

- I am a member.
- Go away!

Outside! Outside!
Away, stranger!

Outside! Get out of here!

Outside!

Master, an intruder.

- He looked like a stranger to me.
- A stranger;

Yes, I saw his shoes.

From here he went.

We have to find him.

So, Pierre?

I couldn't find him.

I'll look for him.
Continue your work.

All right, master, all right.

Damn it...
what if he came in here?

My beauty.

I was driven by my unquenchable passion
for Mira.

After luring you out
I entered home.

And after... I kidnapped her...

I strangled her
and I threw her into the river.

Oh, I forgot!
To keep fit...

I strangled two twins and
a sexually unsatisfied 80-year-old.

Now, if you want, call the police
to arrest me.

But please, end it with her
the cursed story.

Yes, you might be right.

You are all right.

Stop thinking about it.
Believe me.

It will do you good.
Get some rest.

Otherwise he will find you
this opposition we were talking about.

The truth is, I'm not
and so good.

I'll take care of the newspaper.

Have you seen Jessica?

Which; Jessica? No.

He's been looking for you for the past few days.

- Are you leaving?
- Forgive me, I'm a little confused.

- See you, Jacques.
- Go.

One last thing:
Do you know "Klub 99"?

Are they hiding anything?

No way.
They only hide deadly boredom.

Some fafuts only frequent.
Politicians, some boring money guys...

and a bunch of celebrities
bored professionals.

Music, stamps and chess.
Basically, death. Why;

I'm just asking.
I might be going crazy.

Forget everything and get enough sleep.

Damned women.

Was that you talking about "Klub 99"?

Yes why;

Who you are;

My name is Pravski.

Corporal Pravski.

Good evening, Mr. Moore.

But... I said "good evening" to you,
mr moore...

Jessica, what are you doing here?
How did you get in?

I wanted to warn you.

There's someone down there who
he watches your house, all afternoon.

He must be a cop.

They suspect you, don't you know?

Kierkofi never accepted
that you continued the investigations, alone.

And then, this old man.

I have a feeling he's trying
to incriminate you.

You better give up.

Yes, you might be right.
I am exhausted.

It would be better if you left for London
currently.

If you want, I'll come with you.

I need a vacation too.

You are very kind.

To the maximum.

Syringe.

No! No Ivan! Karting!

Do not give up!
Don't give up!

I'm so sorry.

I know you were friends.

We spent many years together in Paris.

Even Ivan abandoned me.

I'm dead to them now.

Maybe it would be better
to perform an autopsy.

I don't think it's necessary.

I'd like to know why it wasn't rigid.

I'm at your disposal.

If you want...

I could do it tomorrow
during my lesson.

Sorry, but that doesn't help
neither me nor you.

I know it sounds ridiculous...

but something is blocking me.

I just don't understand
your stupidity on the subject.

I don't understand ghosts
that haunt you.

This country swallows you up like a swamp.

And I don't understand why you are being tortured
for someone like her!

Cut now! What do you mean
with "someone like her"?

- What do you know about her?
- You don't know everything!

It never belonged to you. Belongs
to other people, to another world!

- Cut it out! - If you can't
to find her in any river...

there's no point in looking for her
in every sewer of the city...

to make her come back to you!

You mean nothing to her.
You just haven't figured it out yet!

You really are crazy.

And I'll let you sink
in your madness... alone.

Sorry.
I know it's my fault.

Aren't they beautiful?
It's a strange species, though.

They make little jumps
but they can't fly...

even with these beautiful ones
colorful feathers they have.

They don't fly...

They don't let them fly.

- Gregory?
- Jacques?

I spoke to the blind man, Pravski.
Do you remember him?

He told me a lot about the club.

Did you know they have branches in Paris?
London, New York, Tokyo? Everywhere!

I discovered some interesting things.
For example:

They use too many flowers.
Weird, right?

And in black magic, the number 99
symbolizes "amen", "the end". Yes.

Who knows;
Maybe it's a coincidence.

No, no, it's not a coincidence.

I too found what I was looking for.

The other missing girls and Mira
they didn't just have music in common.

Listen, I'm in front of the club.

In the phone booth
at the corner of the square.

Tonight I saw a couple walk in...

but he has none
scheduled concert.

Why don't we go in?
Do you still have the card?

That's what I want too.
Do not leave.

No, but hurry.

They were also at the club.

They were butterflies!

Zac?

Where are you;

Zac, is that you?

I have put up with your friend long enough,
the drunkard...

and the witch hunt, and the ghosts
that you say they are chasing you!

Enough!
You understand me;

I know you're a curmudgeon.

We found a tube in your room
when we took it to the lab.

Was there no morphine in it?

You were both on drugs.

That night you overdosed her.

Is not that right; Confess!

Okay, I have an offer for you.

If you confess that everything happened
like i told you...

I will close the case.

Death by accident.

You will go to trial.

You will be recognized in mitigation.

And you will be repatriated.

The club... the butterflies...

I have to go.

I am cold.

I am cold...

I have to go...
at the club.

The butterflies...

can you hear me

He's delirious.
He needs a hospital.

He is exhausted.

He needs rest.

I'll take him.

Gregory...

can you hear me

It's me, Valinsky.

Your friend.

I have to go...

Immediately.

I have to go...

- Must...
- What do you think;

Do you want to be locked in?

You are tired.

Where do you want to go;

You should have asked me.

You don't know I am
on the club board?

We will discuss it tomorrow.

I have to go... Mira...

I am cold.

My head hurts.

Don't worry.
You need rest, to sleep.

Courage.
You'll be home soon.

Open it!

Police, open up!

Open it!

Open, I said!

The case can be considered closed.

Mira Serkova was murdered by her lover,
American journalist Gregory Moore.

Who also killed his colleague
Jacques Versain, with a knife,
in a phone booth.

He left behind a handkerchief with his initials.

Moore suffered from transient hallucinations
and he had a stalking frenzy…

which has recently been manifesting itself quite a lot
often, with uncontrollable outbursts.

One of these crises drove him
in murdering the girl...

the disappearance of which,
he said himself.

He had to kill Versailles...

because he discovered evidence
of his murderous act.

Professor Carting
he thinks the autopsy...

- No, he wasn't crazy.
- it will reveal a change in the brain...

which was the cause
for this mental change.

This is not Mira.
Mira was a rebel.

She tried to escape her fate.

He refused the riches and the free life...

the lures that everyone uses
everywhere in the world.

Drugs, most of all,
that put the mind to sleep
and your conscience.

And now he sleeps.

And you...
you will have her fate.

Rebels must
to be suppressed, to be exterminated.

The situation must not change.

- We are the power from the past.
- We will hold the reins of the world...

As long as there are people
willing to die...

and spill their blood.

The situation must not change.

Our only enemy is thought
and the awakening of consciousness.

We will not allow any
revolution. Down with all revolutions.

We need the young people
to stay alive.

They must become like us.

And to think like us.

Those who refuse
sleep awaits them.

Those who refuse
sleep awaits them.

Catalepsy...

Your body will be found soon
and they will think you dead.

Now you will sleep and wake up
only when they bury you.

When they bury you.

I can hear my heart
knock!

The beat of my heart!

It started ringing again!
Can't you hear her?

My heart is beating!

My heart is beating again!
Why don't they notice?

Through this autopsy...

we will demonstrate all technical errors
that can happen in a
heart surgery...

if not carried out with absolute precision.

In all operations,
in the heart cavity...

the steadiness of the surgeon's hand
plays an important role.

So please watch
the lesson, with due care.

Gloves, please.

Ladies and gentlemen...

now we will make an incision
between the 4th and 5th sides.

This is the area in which
we will perform the operation.

A sensitive, demanding area
special technique.

Close the windows, please.

The slightest wrong move...

could cause
irreparable organ damage
and bring about death.

Pay attention.

Lights, please.

Karting!

Choose the intersection point...

No!

The scalpel must be stable
in the intercostal space...

then with a quick push,
accurately perform the cut.

So.