All language subtitles for fantomas-1932

Fant�mas...

What did you say?

I said, Fant�mas.

Why do you keep repeating that name?

I don't know. It's an obsession.

Shake it off. Fant�mas is just a man.

Yes and no. He is a very elusive man.

He slips in everywhere like a shadow.

But my dear President, he wouldn't be here...

in an old secluded house.

As you know, we're 30 miles
from the railway station.

My lengthy experience
with criminal matters...

has taught me to never
make light of such things.

Criminals are everywhere!

You exaggerate, sir.

What could attract
a criminal to this old house.

Princess Danidoff has beautiful jewels...

And don't forget the big transaction...

you are shortly to conclude with Lord Beltham.

True, but Lord Beltham still
has the money you are referring.

As for the property, he'll get for it,

even Fant�mas might not want it.

Madam, you're mistaken.
I want the deal concluded.

Tonight after coffee would...

Tomorrow will be soon enough.

Fant�mas is too much on our minds.

Sorry to insist,
but here I have one million in cash...

carried at risk to myself as you refused a cheque.

Please, no more. We'll see to it tomorrow.

Now father, only you can help us with this.

Who would be fool enough to touch a priest?

Madam, I'm a repository
only for people's conscience.

I can look after the money tonight.

Mr. Rambert, you're much too young...

for such a responsibility.

I love danger and welcome adventure.

I wouldn't mind an encounter with Fant�mas.

Control yourself.

Firmin, come and check in here.

My lady, three strings snapped.

Your Ladyship's castle is very damp in winter.

And then there are rats; many rats.

We must use traps or poison.

Firmin, why not set a trap for Fant�mas?

-You might outsmart Juve.
-Juve?

The detective who always spots Fant�mas but can't catch him.

-Did you hear that?
-What?

That noise...

No.

Ah yes, you are right.

It's stopped.

-It must be Fant�mas!
-Not again, my dear boy.

Sorry for this private matter,

but this money is no longer mine.

-Madam?
-Tomorrow, Lord Beltham.

Sorry to insist...

Whose envelope is this?

Whose is it?
Who put it here?

Open it, we'll see.

Recipient beware,
this is my last warning!

I shall kill one of you at midnight.

This is most unpleasant.
I don't like being laughed at.

Please, child, don't fret.
It's only a childish prank.

Don't let this scare you off!

Rats had a go at the rope.
Damned critters!

This is horrible!

-Come on.
-You'll be alright.

Poor forbidding Aunt Alice.

Now, maybe we'll have some peace.

This is too much.
I feel faint.

We'll be fine after midnight
and Fant�mas' visit.

Quiet, you young fool.
Can't you see the ladies are upset?

We're losing our heads.
Let's go to bed!

We'll lock all the doors.

My Lady?

Lock the doors!
The gale has frayed our nerves.

Yes, my lady.

That man frightens me.
He looks like a criminal.

You're quite right.

-He is a criminal.
-What?

Yes, he spent 8 years in jail.

Our friend was
kind enough to hire him...

upon his release
5 years ago.

Our friend's kindness
and Christian charity...

has repeatedly been demonstrated.

He was linked to a mysterious affair...

which was never
completely solved.

Will your Ladyship need the driver?

Well, no.
Are all the bedrooms in order?

The rain soaked the President's floor.

-Yes, you're facing west.
-Mine is the red room.

I'm next to you, Father.

I left my coat on a chair by the fire.

I'll get it.

As instructed, I lit a fire in
Lord and Lady Beltham's room.

-And one for the Princess.
-Thank you, Firmin

I didn't invite you here for a sleepless night.

If you need me, Auntie,

just knock. I'm next door, I'll hear you.

I know I shan't sleep.

Now Child, our doors are very strong.

No one can get inside, not even Fant�mas.

Sorry, I let it go.

Allow me. It was the wind.

-Is the door locked?
-No, it's a bit stiff at times.

Unbelievable, it's bolted on the outside.

No, it can't be. Help me break it down.

Firmin, who locked us in?

No one my lady.
The door latch drops if the door slams.

What about the lights?

The gale must have
brought the lines down.

Let me get more candles.

Could be a fuse, I'll check.

Don't leave us!

Sorry. Let's all go. It'll be fun.

The meter's broken.
Someone got into the house

Without a doubt,
we must call the police right away.

-What a night.
-How confusing! I'm so sorry.

Calm down. We'll sort all of this out.

-Firmin, more candles, please.
-Certainly, sir.

Gentleman, I have this last minute doubt.

Did someone here take a joke a bit too far?

Before I call the authorities,
remember this is serious.

I appeal to your sense of duty.

You have a minute to think it over.

All right, I'll ring.

Hello?

-The cord's been cut. Look!
-What?

Firmin! Firmin!

-Who came in here?
-No one, sir?

I can't stay here.
I'm losing my mind. Call my chauffeur!

You can't leave,
alone in the night, just like that.

We should stay together.

Firmin,
tell my chauffeur to go to Ferri�res now...

to get help from the police, and quickly!

Hurry Firmin!

Let's all leave. It's frightening!

Lord Beltham,
you witnessed all the incidents.

I insist you stay
until they are all investigated.

-What?!? Are we under arrest?
-Such harsh words.

But we must have an inquiry.

Someone damaged the meter,
the phone cord...

Call my chauffeur! I'm so frightened.

-It might be wise.
-I'll call Firmin to...

Oh no, what now?!?

-Why are you all running?
-Didn't you hear that noise?

-Oh my God!
-What's wrong with him?

Is he hurt?

-He was run over.
-By who?

Where's my chauffeur? Jacques!

And now we have no car.
That was done well.

Hurry, let's leave or we'll all be killed.

Yes, let's go back inside.
The wind is howling out here.

Take care of him, will you?

Calm down darling. Go to bed.

Don't worry.
Trust me, you've nothing to fear.

I wonder if tonight will ever end.

-What will become of us?
-Could you play some music?

Indeed, what an excellent idea.

I can't. My hands are shaking too much.

I say, this is strange!

There's a message in the dust.

Give me some light; I can't see.

One of you will die tonight.
Split up or you all die.

We mustn't split up!

Maybe our mystery man is only after me.

You dare make light of this?
There are ladies present.

It might be wise to
accede to his commands.

No point in staying here all night.

All our bedrooms are close together so,
if need be...

Oblige me now, Madam. I insist.

Very well.

Firmin, we're all going upstairs.

Time to go to bed.

-Good night, friends.
-Good night.

Good night, ma'am.

-When is your Father coming?
-First train tomorrow.

-Are you pleased?
-I'm not sure.

-He'll find me changed.
-Really?

-It's been 12 years, sir.
-That long?

He'll see you've grown
and become a man.

He himself may have changed...
Goodnight.

-Good night, Father.
-Good night, Mr. President.

I told you not to do it.

It's too late now.

Really?
Why not ensure you weren't alone.

-I thought it would be simple.
-Things are never simple.

Where did the shots come from?
I swear...

-I heard...
-Don't be alarmed.

-Let go of me!
-What! You!

What is it? What's happening?

Beltham!

-What's going on"
-Are you hurt?

-What happened?
-Where did he go?

A man in black... He hit me.

-Hit You?
-Oh God!

What about Sonia?

-She's hurt.
-She's fainted.

-The marchioness.
-But who...

Let's check her bedroom!

Mr. President, we can't bring her round.

-She needs water and a bed.
-Father, let's lift her.

-The door's locked.
-Let's break it open.

-My God!
-How frightful.

Yes, don't touch anything.

The police must see the scene as it is.

Let's search for the killer.

The villain escaped but his voice
...I know him.

Know him? Who was it then?

He was masked.

But I'm sure I know his voice.

I would recognize it.
It would take a word, a sentence.

The wrath of God is upon us.

-The doorbell?
-Who could it be?

Let's go and check.

-Don't answer the door!
-But we must.

Answer it, Firmin!

Who are you?

But...who notified you?

This did.

The Fant�mas mystery
may be solved tonight.

Come to Lagrune.
My life is in your hands.

Please hurry!

I fear you are too late, Inspector Juve.
Her ladyship is dead.

The killer hasn't left.
The house is all locked up.

Michel!

-Surround the house!
-Yes, boss.

Be quick about it!

-Where did it happen?
-In her room.

-Where's that?
-This way.

-May I come
-Who's this?

-The victim's nephew.
-Fine.

The lady was strangled.

But...we heard shots.

Yes, her shots. They hit the floor.

Did you hear that?

-Again?
-We heard it earlier.

-Michel.
-Yes, boss?

-Did you hear that?
-What is it?

Makes no sense to me.

-When did you hear it first?
-Before the murder.

We were still downstairs;
before going to bed.

Disturb nothing.
I'll have another look.

For now, I must talk to the witnesses.

So, who was here
at the time of the crime?

-Kindly state your name?
-Jean-Marie Bonnet

-Occupation?
-Magistrate.

-Age?
-52.

-Address?
-Ferri�res

Fine.

-Next.
-Lord Beltham.

I went to the window and
got stuck in the curtains.

I felt choked.

I saw no one but I sensed a presence.

It must be the doctor.

-It's Mr. Rampert.
-Who?

It's my father.
May I see him... talk to him?

I haven't seen him in 12 years.
He's expected.

Go up to you room.
Your father will join you.

Take Mr. Rampert to his son's room.

Yes, sir.

Lord Beltham, try to think.
Where did you hear that voice.

Try as I may, I can't remember.
Yet I know it...

I've heard it before but whose is it?

Tell me, who knew about the
money you gave Mme de Langrune?

No one.
Oh yes, Mr. Gurn, my partner.

-Who is this Mr. Gurn?
-A close friend.

He's totally above suspicion.

-Father.
-My poor son.

The police outside told me.
All is lost.

It happened so quickly.
I couldn't do a thing.

Don't waste your breath.
You can't fool me.

-Father, please understand...
-I understand. You're lying.

-I swear!
-That you're confused.

-You're the killer!
-Are you mad?

You are.
Like your Mother locked up for six years.

You had a fit,
strangled the marchioness and forgot.

-No, I'm innocent.
-Not if you are arrested.

They'd never understand.
Stay free and fight!

We must flee!

We can't. The house is surrounded.

Never fear. We'll get out of here.

The doctor.

Good morning, doctor.
This way please.

Doctor, I'm terribly worried.

Hysterical catalepsy.
Has she been like this long?

For five or six hours.

Wake her up. I must talk to her.

Oh no, I can't do that.
The condition must work itself out.

Could you check on my chauffeur then?

We found him tied up and chloroformed.

Very well.

I'm going to the victim's room.
I may find a clue.

I'll come along.

Let's fetch Rambert first.

-Where's Rambert's room?
-Right here.

Rambert?

Rambert?

Rambert! Open up!

Open up!

Come on, Beltham.

Damn!

How did he get out? It was locked.

Michel! We've been had.
Two men have escaped.

-Where does this go?
-I don't know.

This is Mme de Langrune's room.

As you can see,
the two rooms are connected.

He said he wasn't in his room
and he heard nothing.

Now, he's disappeared. How strange...

-Peculiar.
-What is?

This wall...

Well...

Look at this!

This must be it.

Here!

So that's where it leads.

-You knew it was there?
-No, Inspector.

-Are there other passages?
-I'm sure there would be.

These old castles are
full of secret corridors.

And...

the marchioness never made any repairs.

She was an odd one.
She knew about them, I'd say.

Yet, she never told a soul.

Ah, yes.

All right.

-Back to Rambert's room.
-This way, Inspector.

Go and tell Michel to
search the park.

Oh, Beltham!

A trap door?

Let's go.

-I can see some light.
-That's the end of the tunnel.

Look, tire marks.

The strange thing is
they're completely smooth.

Must have been a racing car.

What would it be doing here?

Still, check the wheel base.

It must have been a powerful car.

Look, the marks stop here.

-Dropped from the sky did it?
-And why not?

Guess what last night's
strange noise was...

And the fresh tracks
that come to an abrupt end...

They're the tracks of an aeroplane.

The criminal came and left by plane.

Michel, quickly, get the car.
We go to Paris.

There!

The bastard really meant business.

-Care for a lift?
-No, I must see to my car.

You won't find a good mechanic here.

I have Girod, my racing car mechanic.

Of course, you race!
A dangerous pastime.

A life long passion.
I've raced everywhere and still love it.

-How fast does your car go?
-130/135 mph.

-I'm racing at Montlh�ry soon.
-Good luck, then.

I'm in a hurry but my old jalopy will do.

Wait here for us.

Last airstrip near Paris.

If we find nothing,
we'll comb the country.

-Gentlemen?
-Police

Please, take a seat.

How many flights flew out
on the night of the 24th?

The night of the 24th?

None, Inspector.

Were there any that
landed and left again?

Possibly, but none of ours.

-Their registration marks?
-I wouldn't know, sir.

Many planes come in at night.

Pilots do night test flights
...from everywhere.

We can't check the movements
of planes other than ours.

Of course not.

-Gentlemen.
-Hello.

Mr. Bourni, our watchman.

For you, sir.

Did any plane go out the night of the 24th?

-The 24th? Last Friday?
-Yes.

No, none.

-Nothing unusual?
-No.

Oh yes! Lady Beltham's
hangar door was forced open.

-Lady Beltham has a plane?
-Yes, in hanger 27.

A 2-seater Faeman monoplane.
It's been here 18 months.

-Was the plane stolen?
-No, that's impossible.

-Not without the ignition key.
-What about the hangar?

Nothing was disturbed.
Maybe a tramp sheltered in it.

-I want to see the hangar.
-Certainly, sir. This way.

Thank you.

Here we are.

When did it last fly?

On the 20th.

Fine.

Was any fuel taken?

I doubt it.
People steal many things, but not fuel.

Yet, the tank is half empty.

Tell me,

could someone come here, take the plane out...

That's impossible!

-Even at night?
-At night, well...

Who knows?
This hangar is very isolated.

-Any maps in the plane?
-I'll check.

Yes, there's one.

-What's the fuel consumption?
-24 liters per 100 km.

-What's the speed?
-200 km/h.

200...

Fine.

Thank you.

Tell me, how does one
get to Le Bourget at night?

It's easier by car.

Did you see a car the night of the 24th?

No. I would know.
I was on duty at the gate.

All right. Thank you.

-Is that the Paris-Calais?
-Yes.

From the railway,
can you walk in here unnoticed?

It's possible.

It'd be easy to jump off a train.

All trains slow down
here because of track repairs.

Thanks. That will be all.

Let's go, Michel.

There you are.

I've just finished your little job.

Well timed, dear Gabriel.

This is the soil from Langrune.

And that's the soil sample
from the tail skid of the plane.

The two samples are identical.

-The Langrune case is solved.
-How?

-It's obvious. Everything fits.
-Go on, tell me!

All right.

Among those at Lagrune that night...

no one had a perfect alibi.

Only Rambert, arriving the morning after

seemed above suspicion.

He arrived at Ferri�res at 6 a.m.

He'd left Paris the
night before at midnight.

-I checked at both stations.
-And the catch?

The more precise an alibi,
the more wary I am.

Imagine that things happened like this.

He went to the station,

booked first class to Ferri�res
on the local train.

Odd, given that three hours later...

there was an express to Ferri�res,

due there an hour before the other.

Yet he took the local train.
You'll soon see why.

On the train, he chose
an empty compartment.

From then on, for his plan to succeed,

no one must enter his compartment.

Thanks.

I'm rather tired. I'd like to be alone.

Close the blinds, sir.

And wake me up at Ferri�res.
I'm a heavy sleeper.

I won't forget, sir. Excuse me.

Etienne Rambert knows
trains pass Le Bourget airfield

and that track repairs
force all trains to slow down.

Without being seen

he left his compartment...

waited for the right moment

and jumped off in the dark.

He was now on the airfield.

He made it to the last hangar on the airfield

and quietly wheeled
out Lady Beltham's plane.

Did he have a proper ignition key,
as they are all alike,

or did he use other means?

Anyway, he started the plane,

took off, and flew towards Ferri�res.

Meanwhile, to all concerned,

Mr. Rambert was on the local train.

Just before midnight,
he flew over Langrune

and landed near the castle.

You know what happened there,
up to the murder.

The deed done, he went back to the plane,

flew back and put the plane in it's hangar.

And no one was any the wiser.

After that, his biggest challenge

was to get back on the local train.

Impossible?

He thought of everything.

He timed himself so well

that he reached the track

just when the
express happened along.

He jumped on.

Now, for the tricky bit.

The train going full steam ahead

caught up with
and passed the local train.

Without hesitation, our man
jumped off, picked himself up...

Seconds later, he jumped
on the local train as it went past.

No one noticed anything.

At Ferri�res, Mr. Rambert
was woken up by the steward

and got off like an
honest traveler after a good sleep.

The steward, it seems,
was nicely hoodwinked.

The rest was child's play.

Only one man could
come up with such a plan.

If Sonia Danidoff speaks out

that man is ours.

-Will she dare speak out?
-I won't give her a choice.

Her hotel is constantly watched.

Our web is foolproof.

-Good night, friends.
-Good night.

You were superb.

-Won't you dine with us?
-No, I'm dead on my feet.

-Champagne is the ticket.
-Thanks, but not tonight.

I must pay heed to my doctor.
Ring me tomorrow.

-It won't be fun without you.
-Such flattery.

Good night. See you tomorrow.

You!

What do you want?

Why kill me? I said nothing.

No one knows I recognized you.
I kept quiet.

It's forgotten; forever.

-Spare me.
-Stop prattling.

Let me live one hour... one minute...

One minute.

I don't want to die. Spare me.

I don't want to die. No...

Help... Somebody help!

Open up!

Come on.

-My God, He's escaped.
-Holy cow.

Logical. He knew I'd get her to talk.

No way down from here.

He must have gone up.

He's ours.

Congratulations.

Well done. Your men did a splendid job.

The bastard is so damned clever.

Antoine, seal the place off.

Let no one out.
Put two men on each landing.

Michel, stay here. Shoot if you must.

He's probably still in the building.

Follow me.

What's going on?

Let me out!

Open up, for Christ's sake.

Open up, for God's sake.

Let me out!

Open up!

But... you just left
with your hat and coat on?

Me, with my hat and coat on?
You're nuts.

-Mr. Juve, you just left.
-Did I?

-Of course.
-Are you mad?

You silly idiot. You let him escape.

-Yes, what is it?
-I was told to return these.

Don't know who to.
There's a police badge.

That will do.

-Antoine!
-Boss?

Check all of these people's IDs.

And round up the staff.

You nincompoop! Prize bonehead!

-How could you?
-I...I...

Shut your trap! Get lost!

-Had a good laugh?
-But...but...

-But nothing, fathead.
-But...

Sod off!

-But I never...
-Sod off!

Take him away.

Leave us.

You, come here!

I never forget interesting faces,
Mr. Rambert.

Don't arrest me. I'm innocent.

We'll see about that.

-Why are you here?
-I'm a valet.

The truth. Why are you here?

To keep an eye on Princess Danidoff.

She knows the culprit. She might tell.

-She won't. She's dead.
-Impossible!

The killer got away.

He tricked us, as you did at Langrune.

-I didn't do it, Mr. Juve.
-Why run away then?

I had to...
Father said I killed my Aunt in a fit.

-You believed him?
-Yes.

I saw my mother go mad.
She was shut away.

I've been so afraid I'd become like her.

That's why I followed Father.

-And your father?
-He left me, once in Paris.

-I haven't seen him since.
-Why not?

I felt uneasy around him.

His attitude was strange.

My poor Rambert...

You've been duped.

-Mr. Rambert is not your father.
-What?

I said...

No, forget it. I'll explain later.

But I'll still be the prime suspect.

There's Lord Beltham's testimony.

He didn't see the killer.

But he heard him say, "let go of me".

He can help me.

Mr. Juve...

I'd so like to help as well.

Very well. I accept.

Your attention please...

The race will start in eight minutes.

-Checked the spark plugs?
-Yes, all is well.

Can I do a few laps?

Fine, I'll go see my wife.

-Only seven minutes left.
-Don't worry.

-We start in five minutes.
-It will be a good race.

Good luck to you and car 28.
I have faith in you.

Will you wish me luck too?

Let go. Why, you hurt me!

Excuse me my friends, I'm off.

Remember last year's race?
Chiron was splendid.

-He's amazing.
-Hard to beat.

Indeed...

Hello? Get me police headquarters.

Hello? Police headquarters?

Mr. Juve, please.

Juve, yes.

Is that you, Juve?
Beltham speaking.

I'm ringing from Montlh�ry.

Hello? Yes...

I must see you at once.

No, I can't say anything now.
But it's urgent.

I think I've
identified the killer's voice.

It's a horrible suspicion.

I could be wrong... It's staggering.

Truly terrifying.

Yes, someone
I've known for years.

Yes, he's here.

Sorry, my race is starting.

On the starting line...

Louis Chiron, Guy Bouriat,

Lord Beltham,

S�n�chal...

Come at once.

No, I can't tell you any more.

Good luck, Lord Beltham.

What's that?

Ah, thanks old chap.

-Are you my friend?
-Of course?

-Can I count on you?
-Always, sir.

Forget the race, go to my box.

My wife might need you.

Checkpoint 3, number 9 is leading.

Checkpoint 4.

Number 9 is still leading.

Checkpoint 10.

28 is in the lead.

28 in the lead.

Beltham's trapped under the car.

Quick, an ambulance.

28 rolled!

Doctor, is there any hope?

We can't do much for a fractured skull.

-Will he come round?
-He might, briefly.

I have to talk to him;
if only for a minute.

Get in the ambulance with us.

Injection.

Tray ready.

I just gave him an injection.

Juve...

-Juve?
-Yes, I'm right here.

I recognized the voice.

-Langrune...
-Yes?

The killer...is...

The killer...is...

-Stop that!
-Stay there!

-Don't, he's across the road.
-But we heard nothing.

-He has a silencer.
-A silencer?

Yes, a tube that muffles the gunshots.

We won't catch him now. Still, come on.

A very nice man.

But his hat and scarf hid half his face.

He paid a whole week.

-How did he leave?
-By taxi.

-What sort?
-A taxi.

All right, all right.

That's where he fired from.

-It's just the angle of the shots.
-Yes.

Let's go back to Montlh�ry.

He was such a good man;
a champion too.

Poor Lady Beltham.

To think he even asked me
to look after her. What a pity.

-Was she by herself?
-No, with their friend.

-You know the friend?
-Yes, an Englishman.

---with a funny name like...Groon?

-Gurn?
-That's it.

Gurn.

Yes, I know.

...to link Beltham's murder
with Langrune is far fetched.

Yet it's most likely.

No. It's too soon to say.

There's still a link missing.

Yet both crimes are
signed by the same man.

How can we find him?

Lady Beltham is bound to know something.

-I'll talk to her.
-Let's go.

No, stay here.
If anything happens, I'll ring.

I'll say, "Go ahead".

You'll go to Fuselier's,
get a warrant, warn my men,

and join me at Lady Beltham's.

-Got it?
-Got it.

Lady Beltham will join you presently.

Thank you, my friend.

Good evening, sir. Have a seat.

Thank you, madam.

I Won't keep you long.

Your nerves must be in
shreds after such a tragedy.

I must solve the mystery.

-Will you help?
-By all means.

Let's see...

Unless I'm mistaken,
you own an aeroplane.

I do.

-You have the ignition key?
-Yes, of course.

Is there another key?

Another key?

No. I've only ever had one.

Are you positive? There is no other key?

None.

How strange?

I have a copy of this invoice.
Farman Planes must be wrong.

They wrote down that
you were given two keys.

That's right. I remember now.

Yes, I was given two.

-Do you have this other key?
-No, I lost it.

-And when did you lose it?
-Long, long ago.

I lost... It was...

At the start, two or three
weeks after I got the plane.

Yes...

That would be 18 months ago.

So you never lent it to anyone?

Never.

-Are you absolutely sure?
-I'm certain.

-Madam, Mr. Gurn to see you.
-Tell him I'm out.

Don't mind me.
Receive him by all means.

I'm tired. I won't see anyone.

Please, I insist.
I have a vital question for him.

-I really don't see...
-Oh yes, you'll see.

Show him in.

I won't disturb you, dear.
Here's your plane key.

Please, madam, introduce us.
I'm dying to meet Mr. Gurn.

-I'm delighted.
-Are you?

Quite.

Mr. Juve heads the inquiry on Montlh�ry.

-Still claim it was murder?
-Yes, a vicious one.

Our police would
see criminals everywhere.

Not criminals, Mr. Gurn.
One criminal only.

Stop, I beg you. This is most distressing.

So sorry, but my duty forces me...

You mean your duty
led you to Lady Beltham?

Not quite.

Still, a police detective
makes no social calls.

Do you hide criminals
here, Lady Beltham?

-Isn't that what you imply?
-Who knows, indeed...

-May I use the telephone?
-Certainly. It's in the next room.

Excuse me, I won't be long.

-So you'll be back?
-Most definitely.

-Be sure to be back soon.
-Never fear.

-The telephone?
-Here sir?

Hello?

Put me through to Passy 92 09.

Leave, I beg you.

Don't worry, I'll deal with him.

Dismiss the staff and unlock the doors.

Passy 92 09?

Leave us.

Is that you? Go ahead!

Excuse me, sir. I don't feel well at all.

I must end our meeting.

Sorry to insist, madam.
I have more questions for you.

-Really, sir...
-Let him be, dear.

Being nosy is his trade.

I'm at your disposal, Mr. Inquisitor.

I'll take my leave.

Good night, sir.

So...

Let the torture start.

Never!

Merely a few questions.

Tell me, Mr. Gurn, do you use
Lady Beltham's plane often?

Now and then. Why?

-Do you fly at night?
-Sometimes.

Why?

Would you have the key to the hangar?

No. Why?

So you'd have trouble getting
into the hangar at night...

Not in the least.

And you never go to Le Bourget by train?

Your little game is getting annoying.

-Fire isn't for children.
-I'm not afraid of fire.

-Come out with it!
-It's very simple.

Soon, I'll know who killed...

Mme de Langrune,
the Princess and Lord Beltham.

Congratulations. Who's the lucky man?

You'll find out very soon.

-Do I know him?
-Yes.

-Well?
-Very well.

So we're back to this.

-Is he in Paris?
-You're getting warm.

-In this district?
-Getting warmer.

-In this street?
-You're scorching.

-In this house?
-Now, you're boiling.

-In this room?
-You're sizzling.

-Can I see him?
-Fire.

You little bastard.

You swine. I'll fix you.

I'll fix you. Get up!

Get up, bastard.

Useless hook you have.

Die, vermin.

-This way, follow me.
-Got him now.

-Give me a hand.
-Right here.

Juve! Juve!

Juve, I got him.

I got him.

-I really did, look!
-You're a good kid.

-Do we take him away?
-Yes.

This time, that's it.

Oh no! He got away!

Don't worry, we won the first round,

he won the second,
but the last is ours.

Up by Jaf - 30/10/2023