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Yes, it's true.

I love him. I love him!

You cheated on me with my own brother.

How could you,
the ones I love best, betray me?

You and him.

DR. ORLOFF'S MONSTER

Hello, Professor. How are you feeling?

Terrible, my friend.

I know I don't have much time left.

Did you succeed?

No.

I've been trying for months
without success,

although I did bring him back to life.
He breathes.

The magnetic circulation is perfect,

yet he remains immobile.

Listen to me,

for years,
you've been my devoted disciple,

and since I'm dying,

I have no reason
to take my secret with me.

I know how to make him move
and obey your commands.

As master of this knowledge,

I assure you

that your robot will live.

I knew it!

It's why I came to see you.

Soon, I will make your dream a reality.

Take it. It belongs to you now.

There are sounds
the human ear cannot detect,

but which a dog, for example,
hears even across great distances.

These ultrasounds can act
upon motor nerve cells

and, depending on their intensity,
tone and frequency,

can provoke different reactions.

Therefore, by using a technique
similar to conditioned reflexes,

you can make
an inanimate creature move, walk,

and carry out any orders you give.

It's in your hands now, Jekyll.

You hold the key to the greatest
scientific discovery of our time!

Tomorrow night I'll be able
to slip away for a while.

I'll meet you at the nightclub at 8:30.

You're leaving me all alone
on my special day?

Tomorrow, we'll celebrate
your birthday properly.

But I didn't forget you, my darling.

I hope you like it.

It's gorgeous!
It must have cost a fortune.

More importantly, it's totally unique.

- I was told it brings good luck.
- Then I'll cherish it all my life.

- Taxi, miss?
- No, thanks.

Don't you want a ride?

No, sir, I'm taking the bus.

- Where are you headed?
- None of your business.

Are you still angry?

No, on the contrary.

I love when unscrupulous men
try to take advantage of me.

My only crime was trying
to give you one innocent kiss.

It was a starry night,
soft music was playing,

and we were dancing in the dark.
I couldn't resist.

I'm a man, you know, a real one.

You're so pretentious.

The trouble with Spaniards, old or young,
is you all think you're Don Juans.

Just a minute. That's where you're wrong!

We don't think we're Don Juans.
We are Don Juans!

Then I'm warning you, Mr. Don Juan,

if you don't leave me alone,
I'll call the police.

This is a civilized country, after all.

- Let me give you a ride.
- No!

Wait! Wait for me!

Just a moment, please!

Now do you want a taxi?

Unfortunately for you,
Holfen is over 60 miles away.

It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.

Now, seriously,
who are you visiting in Holfen?

My aunt and uncle.

Who are they?

You don't know them.

How do you know?

- Have you heard of Professor Jekyll?
- No.

Well, he's my uncle.

Farewell, Lili Marlene

- Do you live with them?
- No.

Farewell, Lili--

Then why are you going there?

- Stop the car, if you'd be so kind.
- What for?

So I can get out, of course!

Do you like jazz?

- Do you?
- Yes!

I hate it.

That's right. I'd forgotten. Silly me!

In this country,
you only appreciate military marches,

goose-stepping
and the mighty music of Wagner.

I'm Austrian, and my country
is the land of the waltz.

Right, the birthplace of waltzes,
refinement and elegance.

A country where buses drive off
leaving girls in tears.

- He was only doing his job.
- Sure.

But that would never happen in Spain.

A Spaniard would have waited
at least an hour for you.

So that's why Spaniards are always late!

- Is this really where you're staying?
- Yes.

For gloom and doom, it's ideal.

I like it.

Do you stay here often?

Why do you ask?

It would explain your cold
and rather forbidding personality.

I've never been here before.

- I doubt you'll have much fun here.
- I'm not here for fun.

Really? I thought a gloomy castle
would be as attractive to you

as Sophia Loren is to me!

I guess we both like national monuments.

Well, Merry Christmas.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'd like to be forgiven.

Christmas is the season of forgiveness.

I know a lot of what I say and do
is absolute nonsense.

I show off to make people think
I'm a man of the world,

when really I'm just an idiot.

Merry Christmas.

Please forgive me too.

I know I can be rather cold sometimes,
but I'll admit I like you very much.

Good-bye.

Good Lord!

Hey, come back here.

- Say that again.
- What?

That you like me.

Yes, I do like you.

In that case, it's clear
you don't want me to leave.

I didn't say that.

Is there a hotel in the area?

Try the Kanburgen Holfen.

With a name like that,
it must be fantastic.

I'll stay here this week
so I can drive you back to school, okay?

- Do these ruins have a telephone?
- I suppose so.

Then I'll see you soon.

- Don't be scared. It's just me.
- Who are you?

I'm Ciceron and you're Miss Melissa.
We're so pleased you're finally here.

- Likewise.
- Of course.

- Lovely house, isn't it?
- Yes.

But it's a shame it's so...

Filthy, I know. As it will stay!
I've no intention of cleaning.

- Won't you ever shut up?
- Not till I'm dead.

That's your aunt you hear.

Come here, my girl.

- You're my Aunt Inglud?
- Yes, that's me.

Don't I get a kiss hello?

- Are you scared of me?
- No, I...

Is it fear or disgust?

I'm not how you expected.

I'm ravaged by pain and loneliness.

What about Uncle Conrad?

All he cares about are his formulas
and stupid experiments...

while I waste the best years of my life
stuck in this moldy old house.

Anyway... Sorry, you're not used
to hearing such things.

Actually, my life hasn't been easy either.

My mother... had to work hard
to provide for my education.

Yes, I know.
I knew your mother a long time ago.

An exceptional person,
a magnificent woman.

Death takes the best of us.

Come, let me show you to your room.

Bring Miss Melissa's things upstairs.

I'm sorry, dear, it's too much for me.

My health is very fragile.
Ciceron will show you to your room.

Certainly, madam.

- This is my room?
- I hope you like it.

It's the prettiest one in the house.

Keep calm, Andros.

Breathe.

Breathe, Andros.

Keep calm, Andros.

Calm.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, Uncle Conrad.

Forgive me,

but no one is allowed
to enter this laboratory.

- You must be Melissa.
- Yes.

No one told me you'd arrived.

I have so much work

that I spend my days here
without seeing a soul.

- Not even Aunt Inglud?
- No, not even her.

No one ever comes in here.

- I thought I heard you speaking.
- You're mistaken.

And now, please leave my lab.

I'll see you at dinner.

- What is it?
- It's a secret.

- You're not eating?
- I'm not very hungry.

You're really pretty,
as beautiful as your mother.

Everybody says I look like her.

She had the same purity.
She was so unhappy.

We shouldn't have made you come
all the way here.

But why?

We have affairs to settle,

and as you're so busy,
it's normal I be the one to travel.

Besides, I'm on vacation.

The lawyer is coming tomorrow.

It's time for you to have full control
over the inheritance from your father.

There's no hurry. We can wait
until next year when I turn 18.

I prefer to surrender
my responsibilities now...

in case anything should happen to me.

Don't say such things. You're still young.

Do you believe
youth is any obstacle to death?

I know my days are numbered.

That's why I must hurry.

I must act quickly.

You're quite nervous tonight, Conrad.

What happened?

Are you scared?
Or are you suddenly feeling remorse?

Shut up!

No, I won't!

I'm sick and tired
of talking only to myself.

I've spent too many years alone,

too many years shut up
in this awful house!

Please, control yourself.

I know your nerves are weak.

Forgive me.

WHATEVER HAPPENED
TO MR. CLOUZOT?

Yes, that's my brother, Albert.

He's younger than I and also smarter.

He's an artist, and I know he'll go far.

Inglud, allow me to introduce my brother.

He's much more charming than I.

It's not too late to change your mind.

Don't be silly, Conrad.

You're the only man in the world for me.

What were you doing?
You were with him! Tell the truth!

Let go, you're hurting me!

It's not his fault, it's mine, all mine!

Ask the stars to lend you their light

Steal from the flowers their color

I would be happy

If my hopes were to come true

Ask the night to lend you its blue

Ask the moon for its silhouette

And lend me your love

Making my hopes come true

Make the mist give way to the sun

Make the night transform into light

Smile at last

And live at last

Making my hopes come true

Bringing my heart back to life

Did you see your little friend?
He just came in.

Yes, I saw him.
I don't know what's going on with him.

Does he disgust you?

No, he scares me, and yet...

He's a nice guy, but he's strange.

I get the feeling he's hiding something.

You read too many murder mysteries.
Go on. Don't keep him waiting.

Would you like to come back
to my dressing room?

No, I just stopped by
to have a drink with you...

and to give you this little trinket.

Thank you! It's fabulous, sweetheart!

What a lovely gift! It's so unique.
It's a gorgeous necklace.

Murderer.

Yes, it's true.

I loved him. Murderer.

Murderer.

You killed him.

Why?

Murderer.

You killed him.

Murderer.

You killed him!

Murderer!

You? What are you doing here?

You were talking in your sleep, Aunt.

I came to see if I could help.

Really? I was talking in my sleep?

What did I say? Tell me.

Go on, Melissa. What did I say?

Something about a person being killed,
someone you loved.

Keep going, Melissa, tell me everything.

You shouted, "Murderer!"

- To whom?
- I don't know. You didn't say.

Are you sure?

I didn't hear a name, Aunt.

What nonsense!

I'm sick of having such stupid nightmares.

Who is this young man?

It's odd. His face seems familiar.
He reminds me of someone.

You don't know who that is?

Your mother never showed you
a picture of your father?

No, never.

So this is him?

That picture was taken
shortly before he died.

"Inglud, it's springtime."

"Inglud, it's springtime
that carries your name...

just like the rose
we picked in the garden...

one which time will never wilt."

My mother never talked about him.

Whenever I asked,
she'd change the subject.

Poor child.

It was too painful for her to talk about.

But why?

How--

How did my father die?

He died...

suddenly one night, in his room.

In which room?

At the end of the hall, next to
the stairway that leads to the tower.

No one has entered that room
since your father died.

But what happened to him?

Go away.

Don't ask any more questions, Melissa.

Please, go away.

Good morning, Miss Melissa.

- Did you sleep well?
- Pretty well.

You're lucky. I didn't sleep a wink.

Why not? Were you sick?

I'm fine. I simply forgot to go to bed.

Have you met my cousin Carlos?

He's always in here in the winter and
guards the vegetable patch in the summer.

We get along very well. He's a good boy.

He'd never hurt a fly. He's a sweetheart.

Tell me, Ciceron, how do I get
in the room that belonged to my father?

- Through the door.
- But the door is locked.

I know, that's the problem.

So first, I must get the key.

Or ask the person who has it.

- Do you think we could steal it?
- Absolutely not.

- Why not?
- Because I'm the one who has the key.

Stealing from myself would be ridiculous!

- In that case, may I have the key?
- I'll give it to you now, if you like.

Juan Manuel!

Miss Melissa!

Don't you dare bring your fiancé
inside the house.

- He's not my fiancé.
- All the more reason.

What's the big deal?

The professor forbids
any strangers to enter.

He swears that if he finds anyone in here,
even in the garden, he'll kill them.

- How's the prettiest girl of all Austria?
- Take me for a ride?

I'd take you to the ends of the earth!
Let's go.

I get the feeling something is wrong.

- Don't play detective.
- I'm serious.

You look like an angry cat
with all your fur puffed up.

If I say so much as "Meow!"
you'll hiss and scratch my face.

Don't be silly.

I guess your date last night was no fun.

- My date?
- Yes, date.

You went out with someone else,
and now you're comparing us.

- What are you talking about?
- I said I'd call, right?

I called, but they said you were out
and wouldn't be back till very late.

- You must be joking!
- Not this time.

- Who answered the phone?
- I don't know.

It was a man's voice.

Why are you so surprised?

No reason.

Yes, it's true.

I went out with my uncle,
but we came home early.

I don't understand you, Melissa.

I think you're in love with someone else,
but you're ashamed to tell me.

All I'm ashamed of
is your attitude towards me!

Come on. Before the storm hits,
let's get something to eat.

I could eat a horse!

Keep calm.

Keep calm, Andros.

Calm.

Andros!

Conrad, what's going on?

Quick, go to my brother's room!
Melissa's just fainted.

Ciceron!

Hitch up the carriage. We're going out.

Let's go to the cemetery.

FISHERMAN FAMILY

When Pepita was born,
so full of...

She was so nice and chubby
She had such...

Her parents exclaimed
to see her so...

Pepita, Pepita, Pepita
Good Lord!

When Pepita grew up,
she went around...

She was still quite full,
so full of...

The boys shouted at her
to see her so...

Pepita, Pepita, Pepita
Good Lord!

Pepita fell in love with every...

She got prettier and prettier
and yearned for...

Her poor boyfriend said
to see her so...

Pepita, Pepita, Pepita
Good Lord!

And Pepita was married
with a bit less...

She got a bit more plump,
more full of...

And her husband said
to see her so...

Pepita, Pepita, Pepita
Good Lord!

And then Pepita died
so full of...

Her loved ones buried her
with all the...

And then the whole family
wailed in their grief

Pepita, Pepita, Pepita, good-bye!

- Hi.
- Hi.

Who's there?

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

Hey, you!

Wait!

So you think at least one
of your bullets hit the killer?

I don't just think so, I know so.

Yet your bullets had no effect
on the killer.

He seemed to stumble, as if he'd fall,

but then he ran off again
and jumped right out the window.

The fall should've killed him,

but he got up
and ran off like it was nothing.

Can you tell me precisely
when he killed the girl?

2:00 a.m. or thereabouts.

- Thereabouts? What do you mean?
- About 2:00.

So you mean, "It was about 2:00 a.m.,
but I'm not sure."

- When did you start your shift?
- Midnight or thereabouts.

It seems that if "thereabouts"
didn't exist as a word,

you'd have great trouble
expressing yourself.

Might I assume
you'd had an alcoholic drink?

A couple of whiskeys,
if that's what you mean.

But two whiskeys with water!

Could they have impaired your ability
to see what really happened?

No way! I know how to drink.

It pains me to hear

an officer of the law admitting
his alcoholic tendencies.

I'm not sure I understand
your way of speaking,

but where's the harm
in a couple drinks at Christmastime?

It's no big deal.

In any case, over 200 witnesses
can back up my story.

Perhaps.

I simply wonder if these 200 witnesses
or "thereabouts" are worthy of credit--

They are!

Excuse me?

Some drink on credit,
put up to a grand on their tab,

but they always pay in the end.

Nobody asked you.

I was simply trying to help,
but if you're not interested...

You'll get your turn.

It's important that we talk privately.

It's your turn now, my friend.

Bless you.

Thanks.

I'd rather catch the killer than a cold.

- Name?
- Karl Steiner.

- Age?
- I turned 37 last week.

- Profession?
- Boxer.

- Actively?
- Yes and no.

You still get in the ring
from time to time?

- I would if they'd book me.
- Why don't they?

Ever since I got KO'd by the German champ,
nobody will book me to fight.

- How do you earn a living?
- I make deals.

- For example?
- This and that.

I sell used cars
and you could say I import whiskey.

Sounds like a lot of odd jobs.

- You knew the victim?
- She was my fiancée.

You'd better believe it! He's a charmer.
We had some fine times back in Hamburg!

Interesting. A repeat offender?

I was just trying
to help the investigation.

I guess we'll talk later.

What did you do
when he exited her dressing room?

I ran after him and grabbed his jacket

so I could spin him around
and throw an uppercut,

but he beat me to the punch.
He didn't look very muscular,

but in my entire career,
I never felt such a blow.

Like a sledgehammer!

Believe me, that guy's a top athlete.

Could you confirm the description
of this individual?

Tall, light blue eyes, pale complexion.

Dressed all in black, wearing gloves.

Just a moment, excuse me.

Sir, we just learned that
the necklace worn by the victim tonight

exactly matches the one worn
by the woman killed two nights ago

at Fritz's nightclub.

Plus, both women were strangled
exactly the same way.

Forgive me, my friend,

but I must express my feelings
rather vulgarly.

We're up to our necks in it.

We'll do our best.

Your turn. What did you want to tell me?

Nothing.
I know absolutely nothing, Inspector.

What do you want, young man?

Good afternoon, sir.
I'd like to see Melissa.

- You're the one who's been taking her out?
- Yes, sir.

I'm very pleased to see you.

I have a message for you from my niece.

She requests that you leave her alone.

She doesn't want to see you
or speak to you on the phone.

But I'm here to drive her back to school.

For now, she's not returning to school.
She's staying here.

Good-bye.

But...

Didn't I tell you?
The boy wasn't even invited in.

That uncle of yours is certainly unusual!

Today you've got more color
in your cheeks,

not that I mind seeing you pale.

I'm rather partial to pale girls.
Do you know why?

I feel sorry for them.

- Give us a moment, Ciceron.
- Certainly, sir.

You're doing fine.

- Uncle, who was outside?
- No one. Why?

I thought I heard a car horn.

Really? I was up in my lab.
I didn't hear a thing.

In your opinion, what happened to me?

Nothing serious, my dear girl.
I'll see you later.

I realize my wife spoke to you
about your father.

You were curious,
quite understandable at your age,

to see his room.

It's a frightening place,
full of dust and cobwebs.

It must have caused a shock
to your nervous system.

But I also believe I saw my father.

In states of shock,
hallucinations are common.

But that's over now.
Tonight is Christmas Eve.

In the words of the old carol,
"Silent night, holy night."

Joyous night
Merry Christmas

Be quiet!

Going out? Where to now?

I've got a headache.
I need some fresh air.

I'll see you later.

Go to bed.

Enough Christmas festivities for tonight.
Besides, you're not fully recovered.

Who are you?

Can't you talk?

To what could have been but never will be.

To false hopes!

- Where is the Holfen Hotel?
- Across the street, miss.

- Thanks. Merry Christmas.
- Same to you, kid.

What a great hotel.

Idiot.

You're a real idiot.

Merry Christmas!

Melissa.

Were you coming to see me?

Yes.

Juan Manuel.

I'll never understand you.
But I don't mind.

What makes you say that?

What did my uncle say
when you came to see me today?

That you didn't want to see me
or take my calls.

- So you were leaving?
- Yes.

You really thought
I never wanted to see you again?

Don't you want to leave the castle?

I can't.

This is much more important
than my own safety.

It's my father, you understand?

I must clear up this mystery.

I don't know if that man who lives there,

hidden someplace, is really him.

I don't know what will happen...

but the answer must be there.

If my father is dead,
I want to know exactly how he died.

I can't let you go back there alone.

Listen closely.
Take me back to the castle now.

Park nearby so you can keep a lookout.

I only have one day left.

It's my last chance
to uncover the truth about my father.

Tomorrow night, the lawyer will come
so we can sign all the papers.

After that, I'll have no excuse
to remain at the castle.

How will I know you're safe?

If all goes well,
the light in my room will stay on.

If I need you, I'll signal
by switching it on and off twice.

We should just leave now.

Really?

Should I run when I have a chance
to uncover the truth about my father?

No.

You're right.

Bless you.

None of the local jewelers sold
any necklaces like this.

One told me it was worthless,
obviously created by an amateur.

What is the link between these
necklaces and these murders?

By the way, any news from Romberg?

He and his men are still investigating
anything to do with boxing:

clubs, trainers, promoters.

I doubt they'll get a lead.

Good evening, gentlemen.
I finally found that boxer you wanted.

He was at the home
of a disreputable woman.

Good work, Emilio. Show him in.

Type this up, please.

Go in.

What a nice surprise!

Where have you been hiding, buddy?

Not hiding, simply visiting a dear friend.

Consoling yourself
after your fiancée's death?

You could say that.

Congratulations,
you've no lack of fiancées.

- Do you collect them?
- What can I say? Women like me.

I know.

And you don't mind
if your "fiancées" support you?

Another of your "odd jobs"?

Mr. Karl Steiner...

aka "Pretty Boy,"
"Steel Fist" and "Heartbreaker."

I should warn you,
Mr. Steel Fist or Mr. Heartbreaker,

that this odd job can get you
eight years in prison.

I never did anything--

I'd love to hear your explanation.

I'm sure it's fascinating.

But I'm afraid I don't have the time.

- Since when did your late fiancée--
- Rose?

What an excellent memory!

- How long had she had this necklace?
- Two days.

- Are you sure?
- I'm certain.

A guy came to see Rose at the club,

and he seemed
to be pretty crazy about her.

He gave her the necklace like it was
just a trinket, plus some cash.

- Did he come see her often?
- Five or six times.

- And he never asked anything in return?
- No, never.

It's comforting
to know such generous souls exist.

I agree, and oddly,
they're always older men.

You know him?

I saw him once or twice,
but I don't know much about him.

Can you describe him?

He's a bit odd,
fairly tall, a little over 50,

a beard, nice clothes.

The sort you take one look at and
tell a girl, "There's your meal ticket."

- Oops, I meant--
- Enough, Steiner.

If you saw this man again,
would you recognize him?

Sure. He's got a certain flair,
like he invented penicillin or something.

- A scientist?
- Right!

A scientist, but a really smart one.

Is that you?

What are you doing here?

Aunt, we have to talk.

Ever since I arrived,

I've sensed
something awful happened in this house.

I can see your married life
is a living hell.

But you're still young.

Why stay shut up in your room?

Why do you live like a recluse?

I beg you, don't ask me questions.

You keep stirring up memories
I'd rather forget.

That's why I drink.

I drink to forget.

Does it work?

No.

All this time
and I still can't forget your father.

I know what I did was wrong.

It was so long ago.

I was already married to Conrad.

One day,
his brother showed up at the house.

Your father.

He was so different.

In a few weeks,
he'd completely transformed the house,

and had transformed me as well.

I fell madly in love with him.

Back then, I was pretty.

I know he never really loved me...

but we spent many sweet hours together.

The only moments of joy I've ever known.

My husband was suspicious.

He watched closely, waiting to catch us.

One day he found us together...

and he killed your father.

He killed him in front of me...

with a scalpel.

I was terrified.

My husband threatened to kill me too.

He adored his brother,
but he was blinded by jealousy.

After the murder...

he thought up the perfect alibi.

Your father was gravely ill...

and died during surgery.

The day of the funeral...

your uncle wouldn't let anyone
near the coffin.

That's a beautiful necklace, Miss Amira.

- You like it?
- Yes, it's gorgeous.

If you like it that much, have it.

"The mystery of the murders
of pretty young women grows ever deeper.

Why were they killed?
Who is the invisible killer?

Why were each of the three victims
wearing identical necklaces?

It seems that some strange impulse
makes the killer give his intended victims

this bizarre, exotic necklace.

Shaped like a snake from the Amazon,

it entwines the victim's throat
with a wicked rattler's tail."

It's not easy.

I don't speak well, I'm not educated,
but my head's on straight.

And I think this guy wasn't a man.

- What was he then?
- I don't know.

But the way he moved,
the way he never reacted to anything,

not even a sudden noise
or someone's presence,

and the strange way he walked,
like a robot-- He is a robot.

- May I go now?
- Yes, thank you.

Good-bye. Think about what I've said.

Show him out, and bring in the woman
who runs the establishment.

Good-bye, kid.

Well,
I need to ask you a few questions, miss.

- You gave this necklace to the victim?
- I did, sir.

Who gave it to you?

A client, two hours earlier.

Who was this client?

I don't know. He said his name was Martin.

- Inspector Klein?
- Speaking.

Test the necklaces to see
if they're ultrasonic transmitters.

If they are, question Professor Jekyll.

What?

Hello? Who is this?

Hello?

Bring me everything we have
on Professor Jekyll. Quickly!

Who's there?

Who is it?

He's quite respectable,
a great man of science.

He was even an expert witness
in several police cases.

But there's one black cloud over his life.

His younger brother's death.

This is Lang,
from the technical department.

- Bless you, sir.
- Thank you.

What have you got?

We checked and all three necklaces
are ultrasonic transmitters.

Is it possible that their transmissions
could be received

by some sort of mechanical creature?

Certainly, sir.
I'm reminded of Dr. ORLOFF'S work.

He experimented
with a robot controlled by ultrasound.

He wasn't able to perfect it,
but it'd be an almost invincible enemy.

Could such a robot have
some vulnerability?

That's what happened
with Dr. ORLOFF'S robot.

The robot's vital spot
was right between the eyebrows,

but it's a difficult target to hit.

Thanks very much.

Get the cars. We're leaving immediately.

Andros!

Excuse me, Uncle.

Juan Manuel!

Juan Manuel!

Andros!

Stop!

Don't move!

Juan Manuel? Oh, my love!

Stop!

Good evening.

I'm Inspector Klein.

The killer's in town!

The killer! He's in town!

Melissa, for heaven's sake,
you must understand.

Only you can prevent another murder.

Only you can free these people
from this terror.

Melissa, you can't refuse.

We must stop him,

destroy him before he kills again.

What can I do?

He's been spotted in town.

You know he'd never harm you.

You'll walk through the streets alone,

call him, find him and lead him
to where we'll all be waiting for him.

- Outside the old city hall.
- Good.

We'll be at the windows with our guns.

Yes.

Then we just have to hit him
in the vital spot.

I know we can do it.

We'll end this nightmare.
The town will breathe easily once more.

Will you do it, Melissa?

Yes, I will.

Move aside, Melissa!

Why?

Why?

THE END