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Here's the master of horror striking inspector Juve. Crime hunting justice !

The way he managed to escape on that day is a mystery.

But "He who laughs last laughs longest".

Something nice to remember about: a pretty woman, a beautiful diamond.

The one you can see is a fake one. I'll tell you one day the story of the real one.

Blood, voluptuousness, death...

Juve is really an inquisitive fellow. Here he unmasks the master of crime.

The daring one confronts the man who make tremble Paris, France,

and even the entire world !

Gentlemen, I swear it: Fantomas's revenge will be terrible !

You won't provoke my wrath in vain !

- I was funny ! What a poet he is !

- He's always the same. The best !

Give me something to drink ! A glass of nectar of the gods !

My dear Jean, have a glass of Champagne.

You're a journalist, Mr Fandor, give me the last news.

Alas, Ms Charras, I heard you assassinated Marie !

If you trust all the gossips !

- You have charming eyes.

- My mouth isn't bad either !

- I want proofs.

- No, my mother is watching us.

So what ? It's only professionnal curiosity !

She doesn't read your newspaper, she won't understand !

- Who is the Fantomas with her ?

- An old friend, Mr Br�val.

This hood is tasteless and so common ! We have at least five or

six Fantomas, tonight !

What a moaner you make, my dear marquis !

I assure you, Irene, I don't understand.

Precisely, why marry a woman you can't understand ?

Because I love you !

Do you really think love help people to understand each other ?

We know each other for too long, Fran�ois. We would look right away

like an old couple. How unpleasant it would be !

You were married: I waited. Now you're a widow. Available...

I maybe wish to stay free.

- I'm glad to see you again, Mr Fandor !

- I beg you pardon ?

Don't you remember me ? Noblet: "The nobilityfor your dining table".

You interviewed me when I was in trouble with the wine scandal. Remember ?

Oh yes ! Perfectly. Excuse-me, but there was so many more after you...

Of course. I was a sort of a precursor !

They fined me strongly. I had to raise my bonus !

Ah, my poor Mr Fandor, it's not that who'll lower the cost of life !

And what are you doing here, my dear Mr Noblet ?

I Bore! They told me: "Go to the gala. All Paris will be there, all the famous people !".

- That's true.

- But I don't know any famous people !

And I don't like that. Fantomas is nothing to joke about !

- But he's dead !

- Dead ? I'll believe it if I see the corpse.

Excuse-me, sir.

Have you got a light ?

Thank you, sir.

- Simple coincidence.

- I don't like coincidence, neither !

- Come on, don't get mad.

- I don't get mad.

But I fear some deads, because some deads are not really dead.

-The worst ones !

- I could tell you astonishing things...

Listen, Mr Noblet: a three-step waltz. I promise that one to somebody.

So, if you would excuse-me...

Mr Fandor, my daughter told me you could be a great help for me.

- I wish I could, Mrs.

- I'm leaving to Egypt on saturday,

but there's a missing visa on my passport.

- Send it to me tomorrow morning.

- You think you can get it ?

- I'm sure of it.

- Thank you.

- ...(?)...

- Oh no, it would be too long !

Irene, I need to know tonight. It's very important. For you I neglected my

life, my work... Everything. I need to know. Be merciful...

My poor Fran�ois. If one's could love by mercy. There would have

- so many happy couples.

- Answer me.

- You're already a bit unpleasant.

- Yes or no ?

- No.

- Irene !

Excuse-me, my dear. But you would understand it's a disappointment for me.

- The last one.

- How's that, the last one ?

- I know what I have to do now.

- Kill yourself, maybe ?

You act as a romantic till you're disguise as an assassin !

It's a false note, my dear.

I hope this lack of tact will help you forget me. Farewell Irene.

- Here, you can sign your statement.

- Thank you.

There's no doubt. This poor Br�val commited suicide.

He told it to me. I didn't believe him.

It won't be a life to believe everything what people told you.

I'll take a journey. If you need me, I'll be back in three weeks.

We can say the case is close, anyway.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

For a fine lady, she's a fine lady, isn't it, sergeant ?

You can say it. At least a chief officer's wife.

- Quick, Andr�, to Orly's airport.

- All right, Mrs.

- Anybody's missing ?

- Mr de Charras called to cancel his

- wife departure. This gentleman'll take her seat.

- Very well.

You can go back. I'll be faster by foot.

Passengers to cairo are expected at customs.

Irene !

- You ?

- Come on, my dear.

- We have no time to loose.

- But...

I'll explain you everything.

I don't want ! I've told you I'm fine !

Help ! Help !

Mister ! Have mercy !

Help ! I don't want !

You can prepare her.

A telegram from America.

Open it.

Because lack of second payment, we'd be force to interrupt the making

of your new anaesthetic. Stop. Greetings. Signed: ...

Answer that the bill will be totally paid in three months.

- That's all ?

- That's all.

Mummy, mummy ! Great, mummy's back !

So, what ? Don't you recognize me ?

Yes, I think...

You're here, at last, deserter !

How's that, deserter !?

You left for three weeks but come back after two months.

- I explained you..

- By telegram ! Not even by letter !

Come on, Christiane, let your mother rest, now.

Absolutely right ! Children are terrible, this year !

- Want a cocktail ?

- With pleasure.

It'll put you back together !

Without you, they would let me die of thirst !

- You change your haircut ?

- Yes, don't you like it ?

Yes, but it's not trendy !

You know, fashion and me !...

Mrs de Charras doesn't follow fashion. She create it.

- Thank you, Robert.

- Mrs is asked on the phone.

People already know your mother is back ?

As it's not in your newspaper yet, you can't believe it ?

- What's wrong, Pierrot ?

- Aren't you happy mummy's came back ?

Yes...

Yes... Understood... Very well...

"Noblet. Wine market. Bercy"

We should be cautious with them.

- Don't you trust them ?

- I trust them, with caution ! Is that all ?

If you allow me: it's 1pm.

So go have lunch. As the poet say: "A healthy stomach on a healthy body

is the secret of hapiness". Bon appetit.

Thank you, Mr Noblet.

What would you have today, Mr Laurent. We have a good navarin lamb.

- Not too fat, as usual.

- And a bottle of Beaujolais, as usual.

- You're a regular customer ?

- Yes, of course. Since ten years.

- You're a loyal man.

- I don't like variations.

- It must be nice for your wife.

- Sure, but I'm not married.

Excuse-me.

Allow me to offer you a small liquor.

Irma. Two cocoa cream !

- It's not reasonable !

- Irene. Can I call you Irene ?

Let me tell you one thing: not be reseanable is the privilege of the

well-behaved men.

Can you palm reading ?

Not yet. I don't know you enough.

- Though, it seems to me we already are old friends

- To me too.

- It's funny.

- It's extraordinary.

Already 1:30. Irma !

The bill. Both.

- Are you working this afternoon ?

- Yes, one more habit.

- I'm upset to leave you so soon.

- Me too.

You shoud come with me. We'd take the schoolboys route.

I always loved to play truand !

- What do you think ?

- I think it's a joke !

A joke ! They ask for 20 millions or they kill me. You call that a joke ?

- A bad one...

- Did you see the signature ?

Precisely. The last Fantomas who send a letter like this was a 12 years old boy.

Come in.

- The Pass for Press of your article, Mr Fandor.

- Thank you.

A very good article. You're not tender with the finances minister.

I just receive my income tax return. I already got revenge !

- What were you saying, my dear Noblet ?

- That you're wrong to laugh !

Fantomas is dead and I don't believe in ghosts.

It's not a ghost who racketed Caribon and Dupont-Dugard. They received letters too.

I don't understand you, Noblet. Blackmailing is a police matter.

Go to see superintendant Juve from me.

So, none of those honorable crooks thought about it ?

Do you realy think that nowadays, we can show our cashier's books to the police ?

There was one to try to resist them: Rubbar. He felt from a train.

The investigation concluded it was an accident.

He couldn't said it was wrong. He was chopped into slices.

Isn't that sounds like Fantomas's brand to you ?

- It does.

- See ?

Any suspicion ? Nothing wrong around you ?

- Well...

- What ?

One month ago, my bookkeeper disapeared.

- With the cash box ?

- No. And that's what is odd.

So, I don't see any connection. Your bookkeeper went looking for a bit of skirt.

No, he's not like this.

Listen Noblet, when is your meeting with this Fantomas ?

Next wednesday. At 11 pm, at my office in Bercy.

Yes... Calm down.

- You're safe: I'm here.

- Don't go too far. Let the door open.

- Don't move until I intervene.

- You can be sure of that.

Fantomas is not a customer for me.

So, it's you Fantomas ?...

- The money.

- I didn't had the time...

- The money.

- How could I ?

Only three days to get an amount like this...

We loose Laurent (?).

Pass the "bloody trunk" file to the court.

"Homicide bureau - Chief Superintendent office"

No old buddy ! You can't claim that Fantomas in involved in the cold bath you got.

- Fantomas is dead.

- That's what I was saying to

this poor Noblet. And now, he's the one who's dead.

- Did you note the bank bill numbers ?

- Yes, of course, but the list was in

- Noblet's pocket and burnt with him.

- Perfect.

I would fire you if you were one of my detectives.

- Excuse-me. I'm not a cop.

- That's true. Not even.

If it's really Fantomas, we just have to wait his next move.

It hurts ! It hurts !

The tar... Not the tar anymore.

Write down: almost no more reaction to methylene five weeks after the operation.

Tangier sent the money to America.

- No difficulty at the bank ?

- None.

Thank You.

Dress him up. We can bring him in Paris.

Go away.

"Who are you ? - Know four future with Mrs Maya"

So, young man, are you curious ? Mrs Maya sees and knows everything.

You can trust her. Come on. Let the hand of destiny guides you.

Come on... Calm down... Help ! Help !

- He's crazy !

- Let's carry him on the platform.

Help me, please.

There is strange fellows this year in the subway.

Young man, it's not the time to joke. The victim is dead.

- God rest his soul.

- Fandor is right. It's Fantomas again.

If you believe everything you read in newspapers...

Still, it's the fifteenth murder this week !

I also tell you it's Fantomas !

Come on. Move away !

You have nothing to do here.

- You keep the victim from breathing !

- The victim already stopped breathing !

- You're good for nothing !

- Can't even do your job !

They let you being killed.

And when you're dead, they tell you to move away !

Of course, you don't remember anything.

Though, you agreed. You killed the fortune-teller ?

- If you say so...

- That's all you have to answer ?

- Are you making a fool of me ?

- What don't use the denting (?) machine ?

There's nothing better to give them back their memory !

No. Wait a bit.

So, what's wrong ? The three of you use to be honest citizens.

You vanished with no explanation. And a few weeks laters, you're murderers !

- No, it's wrong ! I didn't kill.

- On the contrary...

And Mr Dubreuil, the stockbroker, has he died from a hay fever ?

- I didn't know him.

- That's true.

- So why did you strangle him ?

- I don't know.

I'm sure with a goog beating, he would talk.

Leave me alone. Do you think we're still in occupation's time ?

What do you think about them ?

They look live Laurent, Noblet's bookkeeper. He had the same expression.

- And he had been missing too.

- So boss, what are we doing ?

Send them to the prison's hospital. Make them test. And I want the results fast.

They are killing people and we have to pamper them !

- Take them away.

- Jump on your feet !

- Kid, if you're right for laurent...

- I guarantee you he was looking like them.

So, we'll ask to exhumate the corpse... Got a light ?

There's no doubt. Mr Laurent has been trepan the same way and probably by

the same surgeon than the three murderers.

- Your conclusion...

- Yes, Mr Fandor ! But if there is in France

only half a dozen surgeons abble to do that, they're, of course, beyond suspicion.

Of course. So goodbye doctor, and thank you.

- And that's it ?!

- Come on, kid.

Our real work starts now.

You see, there's nothing to expect investigating the quacks.

You can always suspect beyond suspicion's people, but that's a method

who will only give you problems.

You have to catch them red-handed. And even like this, it's not win.

- What about the newspapers ?

- Yes, maybe. But there's an other way.

Give me a match.

Oh yes. We can't smoke in a cemetery.

Do you really think they mind the smoke ?

- What were you saying ?

- I was saying:

There's murders commited by madmen. We can't help it. Gratuitous crimes

are unpredictable. But... There's also blackmailing.

And we know the victims: the black market's guys.

Thanks to them, we maybe trace the one who is pulling the strings.

- Fantomas ?

- Fantomas or somebody else.

- But if I call them, they'll be suspicious.

- OK. I do it.

You're smart, boy.

Please, leave the liquors, here, and be sure that nobody bothers us.

I summarize: Mr Juve, from the Homicide Bureau, will forget for a while our

illegal activities and protects us against Fantomas, which extorted us 67 millions

within the last few months.

Four of our people have been killed or vanished mysteriously.

- This situation is terribe.

- We must fix that.

- Unofficial market is no longer paying.

- Better become honest again.

I agree. But before to come to this bitter end, I'm asking you to trust Mr Juve.

One question: what's the interest for Mr Juve in this case ?

Mr Juve is disinterested.

One moment. My job is to arrest thieves and murderers. You'll maybe enable me

- to get a nice catch.

- That's for sure:glory.

- I you prefer.

- I already told Mr Juve that we could

- show him some gratitude, but he refused.

- Don't insist.

I heard that one of you got some news from our enemy.

15 millions to pays tomorrow. What do you think, Fandor ?

That's a lot of money. Just think I can't pay myself a week's vacation in Bretagne !

- You must pay.

- What ?

For the last time. I hope.

And 50 000 who made three millions.

Here's your receipt, attesting your help in our action.

Thank you.

The 15 millions are in it.

Somebody is insisting to meet you.

Let him in when I'll ring.

The money.

Aren't you ashamed, at your age ?

You'll end up on the scaffold.

The money, quick.

- He's not going to give our millions to this kid ?!

- That's immoral !

- We must do something !

- No, gentlemen. Remember what we promise

- and Juve's intructions...

- But he's giving her the cash !

He doesn't give a shit: three millions for him is peanuts. He'll just raise the oranges

- price of a dime to get it back !

- Though, it's a loss of profit...

And 50 000 who makes 15 millions.

Let's hope this Mr Juve will deserve our trust.

Juve is not here ?

First service. First service.

Juve ! Juve ! Where is Juve ?

- Boss ! Boss ! Did you see the suitcase ?

- Don't yell like this: I'm not deaf !

Transmit: follow black citro�n on the intersection of road n�19.

OK, boss.

So what ? Did you think I was a dummy ?

That's him.

Be patient, gentlemen. That's the key of everything.

Got a light ?

Village's spotted. Carry on with the other one.

...(?)... Fandor calling Juve.

They're transmetting. Note: had to follow two cars. One stopped.

- Village Muriel. I repeat Muriel.

- Muriel... Spotted.

Loose tracks second car Ferminy road. Intersection roads n�7 and n�19.

- Waiting for instructions.

- Answer:

Land at Buir's aerodrome. Wait for me intersection road n�7

and n�19.

Where is the police station ? Find us a car.

-OK.

- Let's go.

- I need a car immediately.

- We only have a jeep.

Perfect, I love jeeps.

Tell me, my good man...

Is the next village far away ?

Far away ? So-so, but rather far: 22 kms.

- 22 kms without nothing ?

- Just woods.

And the castle. But you can't see it from the road.

- Somebody is living there ?

- I heard so.

- But, they're buried in their castle !

- I think they like it that way.

- Do you know them ?

- Not much. Funny peoples.

- How funny ?

- Just funny...

"I go check the castle. Wait for me. Fandor"

- Is this castle far away ?

- Nor far, nor close.

- It's over there. Take the third path.

- Thank you.

- Good evening, young man.

- Excuse-me, Mrs, I...

On the contrary, let me congratulate you. Curiosity is so rare nowadays.

People are passing by, but don't stop anymore. These fools are always in a hurry.

- Thank you, thank you for coming..

- Let me explain you...

- No need, I know, I aready understood...

- You know ?...

Of course, it's obvious. My painting collection is unique...

- Oh yes ! Your collection...

- My ancestors since the Plante-Agenet (?)... La Tour, Picasso... Picasso painted

me... More surprising than ressembling... But art excuses everything, even

- madness. Isn't it ?

- Excuse-me, Mrs...

Why are you living so soon ? Are you afraid of an old woman, found of art?

He deserves it. It will teach this fool not to like painting.

You'll turn left. After Firminy's wood, it's 30 kms straight away.

Thank you.

I don't understand what you want me to say. It's actually very simple: my car

- broke down...

- You're lying !

So to find a mechanic, you jumped over the wall ! You could ring the bell.

- Why where you hiding ?

- For nothing. I tell you the truth !

We'll find about that.

Let me go ! Let me go !

One more young man who believes to be healthy.

Yet, he's sick. Very sick.

Murderer ! Murderer ! Let me go ! You'll pay for that !

First delirium's manifestation: he starts to understand his life is in danger.

What is he doing ? He shoud be here already.

What are we doing, boss ?

Hey ! You, over there !

Are you going to speak ?

Who send you ?

Providence.

One more ampoule for this witty man !

What's wrong with you ?

Do you think it's dangerous ?

If you turn back tenderhearted, I'll have to treat you again, my girl.

This fool is good looking, indeed...

You're not Fantomas !?

Turn on the light !

What a good looking kid !

The power is switched off.

I got punched strongly...

- Where is the doc ?

- He vanishted.

- What ?

- He vanished.

There's only dummies left !

Boss, we're locked up.

Tar... It's smelling like tar...

Juve...

They took my matches...

You. Take care of him. You two. With me.

Knocked uncounscious.

Excuse-me, I'm a bit late. It's justa power failure.

How nice of you to pay me a visit. I'll show you my paintings.

My ancestors, and everything...

So, my dear colleague, see how it's dangerous to pretend to be so somebody else.

Especially when this somebody is me.

Everybody thought you were Fantomas. But I wasn't fooled.

- And for a good reason...

- You are Fantomas !

Why not ? There must be a real one !

I hate impostors. But don't worry, I love science and scientists.

- You're lucky I'm so well mooded.

- You can kill me.

Certainly. But it's out of question, you interest me, dear Br�val.

Your suicide was not bad. I was the first to understand your goal.

Luckily for you, then. I saved you a couple of times.

- I don't understand.

- Human's ungratefulness...

Think: in Bercy when you were running like a beginner, who knocked down

Fandor ?: yours truly.

- And today...

- How could you...

...Find you ? Thanks to the policemen who are stupid enough to transmit their radio

calls without encrypting them. How nice of them !

Why did you help me ?

Because you tried to use me and I'm now the one who's going to use you.

- But...

- You must agree it's pretty fair.

Anyway, I don't think you can refuse. Come with me. I'll show you your new estate.

A charming place. And very far away from the forest where they're looking for you.

I bought this deserted cloister for you. During occupation's time, the Gestapo set

in one of its so-called laboratories. They were serious people.

We're 50 metters deep, so nobody can hear us.

Security door, conceiled stairs, self-locking... Great work !

I don't do politics but I pay my respects to them.

Horror and secrety: you can't do better !

- We'll work in peace, here.

- Work ?

Of course. You'll carry on what you ad-libblingly started under my protection.

Scientists are always a bit untidy. I'll correct that.

Here's something very useful: this lever opens a pool full of sulphuric acid.

That's how those gentlemen from the Gestapo rubbed their victim's corpses out.

At this degrre, crime becomes poetry. I like this idea on the same level as I like

a poem from Jacques Pr�vert !

I also have my weaknesses... But who doesn't ?

I made this operation's room an exact copy of your own.

- What do you want from me ?

- Not much.

Just do what you were doing before. You're a genious like me.

Yes you are. Don't be modest.

I'll let you work without having any practical problems.

I'll provide you money, furnitures, staff...

And what if I refuse ?

You won't refuse.

Who would turn down a happy life to choose jail, or guillotine instead ?

Hello gentlemen.

- Hi.

- How are you ?

The disapearing of Mr Br�val...(?)...

Try to remember about his intimates.

He receiveda lot of people. He was a man of the world.

You see, all Paris use to come to his place.

Allo. Fontainebeau's prosecution ? Do you have the answer to the superintendent?

The boss is with the docs and dont want to be disturbed.

Yes. Let me write it down.

They concluded to suicide thanks to the statement of Mrs... de Chaval ?

- De Chanal ?

- No. De Charras. With two R.

About ten month ago, Br�val made an astounding declaration:

He claimed that he could change someone's intelligence with a brain's

operation. The same way we could now change somebody's face.

- Of course, we didn't took him seriously.

- Of course.

And what happened ?

I think he insulted us. Which, of course, doesn't prove a thing.

Of course.

From that day, he stopped doing surgery. And disapeared a few weeks later.

Thank you, professor.

Do you think possible that Br�val could create serial monsters ?

Are you kidding ? Science is not a joke ! Goodbye, sir.

Do you think it's possible to cure them ?

Probably.

Oh, you're here !

- Feel better ?

- Yes, thanks.

So, what's new ?

We sent Br�val's description everywhere, so he can't run for long.

- Unless he...

- So, you're also afraid that...

- I'm sure of it.

- Nothing proves his presence.

How could the doctor escaped ?

- Accomplices. From outside.

- Only one. And you can't even say his name !

Juve, I have a thin lead.

To catch Fantomas, we must catch the doctor. And to catch the doctor, we

need one of his intimates. And I know one, who seems to be weird, now:

Mrs de Charras.

Correct. Go ahead.

She's a friend of mine. She had a long trip and came back with her hairs cut.

Like the others. And since that, she looks weird.

And that's under her statement that they conclude to Br�val's suicide.

Strange !

Why not paying a visit to your friend ?

- Ask for a car. You come with us.

- Yes, boss.

I can't believe this, gentlemen ! If the judge wants to see me, he can summon me.

That's exactly what he's doing.

By sending the police to arrest me ?

Not to arrest you, to take you to him.

Come on, mummy, it's only a formality, a mistake.

I'm warning you, gentlemen, I will ask for reparation !

Then we'll sure apologize !

- I won't get in this ! Let's take my car.

- But, Mrs...

Why don't you ask me to drive on top of that ! You're ill-mannered !

Mrs de Charras !

The tyres !

- Follow them !

- Impossible, we've got a puncture.

Good catch: he's not trepan. A taxi, quick !

OK, boss.

So ?

The bulletpassed through his shoulder, slight fracture, lung's almost untouch.

We'll operate tomorrow, if it's needed. You can interrogate him.

Good. Sign his admission's file and keep him watch on until we transfer him to the

- prison's hospital.

- OK, boss.

Fantomas...

Martin, quick ! Be sure nobody goes out. You, come with me.

Dead.

Nobody went out since five minutes and the caretaker closed the door.

- Any other way to go out ?

- The windows who face the street have bars

and beside the front door, there's only the mortuary's door.

I already thought about it. We're closing it.

This time, we got him !

Only the two of us know the real face of Fantomas. Check the back door while

we're searching the house. I'll stay here.

- OK.

- And be careful, kid.

These gentlemen, first. Then, you ladies. Watch out, my boy.

So ?

- So, what are we doing ?

- Yes, what are we doing ?

- We're waiting for orders.

- Orders ! I can't believe that !

- And I forgot my soup on the fire !

- What are you going to do to this poor man ?

- It's a matter of order !

- I'll tell you something:

they pay me to take this gentleman to the cemetery. If you don't want, you can

- bury him by yourself.

- Ladies and gentlemen, please. It's a simple formality.

- We know a lot about formalities !...

- We'll have something to pay, one more time !

Just show me your IDs.

- And what for the stiff ?

- Above suspicion. The mortuary answered for him.

Come on.

OK, next.

We loose enough time already.

Hurry up, will you ?

So ?

I forgot the coachman !

Hey, coachman !

Hey, coachman ! Stop !

Fantomas.

Could you tell me if we'll be lucky enough to see one last time the dear departed ?

How could I know ?!

"Everlasting regret. Fantomas"

Be forewarned: you'll pay for this little joke !

That's new: now they kidnap us like in the USA !

I'm warning you: a lot of people will realize my disappearance. I'm very famous !

But gentlemen, my documents are in order. I don't understand !

I'm sure we can find an agreement.

I was just out from a church. Praying the good lord is not an offence !

I got a good deal for you: 50 bucks to let me go... Hey... Listen...

- It must be a communist plot !

- Shut up, you fool !

- We must pray the Lord...

- Just on the day I got an important

- rendez-vous for my career...

- I always paid my income tax... I don't understand...

- Pierrot will be out soon.

- Have you been to the police headquarters ?

- Yes.

- Still no news of my mother ?

- I'm getting crazy...

- Calm down, Christiane, the police is in alert.

Maybe tomorrow, or later today... The kids are coming out...

Pierrot !

"Ten murders. Ten arrests. Ten lunatics !"

"Board chairman's chamber"

- Excuse-me...

- Moment !

- Can I help you ?

- I'd like to speak to the board chairman.

- He's counselling, now.

- It doesn't matter..

- What, it doesn't matter ?!

- It doesn't matter at all...

- So you got an appointment ?

- An appointment ? No.

So you still believe to Santa Claus !

Would you announce me ? You'll say it's from Fantomas.

Fan... Fan... Fantomas...

We're dealing with lunatics who attack at random...

The public opinion think it's Fantomas. Arrest him to finish with that...

- Superintendent Juve...

- Yes, let's speak about him...

A fine sleuth ! That's now ten or fifteen years is trying to arrest Fantomas !

For a fine result...

Are you the board chairman ? Mr Fantomas ask me to deliver this letter.

Here we go. Pleased to know you...

Don't mind me, I'll find the way out.

- Gentlemen, we just got a letter signed Fantomas.

- What ?

- Unbelievable...

- But true.

Let me summarize it. It's quite insolent.

To go to the point, Fantomas is just asking immunity.

- Like a Member of Parliament !

- Please ! Time is not for joke !

He says he's hugely rich and wish to live peacefuly so if we forget about his crime,

the peace will come back in Paris.

- That's a revolting blackmailing !

- I'm as outraged as you.

Government is not going to deal with a murderer. I believe we all agree.

We have to give up to Fantomas's demands. After this I could only resign.

But I don't see what else to do. The city is put to fire and blood...

It's like war time. We can't tolerate that.

I can make available everything you need: army, air force, navy...

- It's useless...

- Here we go ! Everything's useless !

We can't catch a legend.... So what do you expect ?

I's simple, chairman. I just expect what made the nuclear bomb be dropped,

what made us caught Landru, Dr Petiot or "Pierrot le fou": chance.

See you, my dear.

Change this light bulb, this one is no good for Mrs de Charras eyes.

Pierre.

Pierre !

Oh it's you, Irene ?

What's wrong, my dear ?

- Murderer.

- Murderer ? That's going a bit far.

You are a poor madman.

So what ? We're all mad. You maybe thing you're quite normal !

It's you who turned me crazy and murdered my son !

- I hate you !

- Words ! Irene, you made a fool of me,

so as my colleagues and everybody else. They said I was mad to want to

be loved, to serve science.... And I was, indeed. If I had wished...

Now, we are linked by far more stronger bonds than love.

- Now, you're my accomplice.

- Leave me alone !

Your son is just a victim of science !

Science have no mercy, like men and women. Science is mad, like the world.

- The world is mad.

- My son is saving your life.

- When he died, he gave me back my reason.

- Your reason !

- What is your reason good for ?!

- To pity you.

I don't wantsympathy !

I'm a mastermind ! And you're all paying because you doubted it !

And you, do you know what you're going to end to be: the woman Br�val use

to love. Nothing else.

- Can you take me to the next village ?

- Of course, Mrs.

Can you connect me to Lagardere 80-60. It's urgent.

Fifteen minutes waiting.

- Antoine, don't eat your peas with your fingers.

- Why ?

Because people don't do that, Antoine. Eat with your knife, like your father.

And now our broadcasting "Poetry and unreality"...

I go seat over there.

Antoine, can you stop to bore your family stiff ?!

- But I don't understand music...

- It's not music: it's drum and clarion.

I don't want music, I prefer poetry !

Oh, you like poetry ! Aren't you ashamed at your age ?!

Don't cry, Antoine. Aren't you ashamed to hit your child ?

- Kids must be educated !

- And you, do you got any education ?

Of course, I got: I was a first grade soldier !

I was Captain Du Bois-Courcy's batman. An aristocrat ! So you got nothing to teach me !

Yes, it's here...

- Hello, Lagardere 80-60 ?

- Yes.

We have a call for you.

Mrs, Mrs...

I did the war in the infantry and no brats can stop me to listen the music I want !

- Jules, where's our guest ?

- Piss off !

It's a mistake !

- What was that ?

- A wrong number.

You can say what you want but I think it's of poor taste.

Fantomas is nothing to joke about.

But the museum have never been so successful.

So what ? Got any share in the business ?

No, but it's gratifying anyway. And we got all sorts of people here: militaries,

coppers, ministers... Even the guys who invented the nuclear bomb.

- So why not Fantomas ?

- It will bing us bad luck.

Where is Mrs de Charras ?

- In heaven.

- Don't joke about this i

I'm not.

You keep on asking me the same question.

- You don't answer me.

- I just did it.

- No. You didn't do that ?!

- Yes I did. She forced me to do it.

- She was betraying us. So, what could I do ?

- How dared you ?

It was easy, you know. A woman of the world is quite fragile.

- Irene...

- Come on. Remember that we always

eventually kill what we love... Or what we love kill us.

I still need you. I protected you by killing her.

We're near to our goal. A few more hours and it's win.

Go have some rest... And don't act as a child...

I don't like children... You can't rely on them.

What do you think, doctor ?

She had been killed on the day before yesterday between 9 and 10 pm.

Of course, she had been trepan by the same surgeon.

- Of course.

- Goodbye, old pal.

- Goodbye.

- See you.

Get me Fandor.

- Got a light ?

- You asked me for this ?

What were we doing on the day before yesterday between 9 and 10 pm ?

Didn't you pick me up at the editorial office ?

Yes... Did Mrs de Charras knew your phone number ?

Yes, I guess so.

What was the time when you got this wrong call ?

I don't know... About 9h30.

Do you know where was the call from ?

- Wait... It was Talu... Talonche...

- OK.

Hello, the enquiries ? Connect me to Gutenberg's surveillance.

- Anything new ?

- She had been killed between 9 and 10 pm that day.

Superintendent Juve speaking. Somebody called you on the day before

yesterday between 9 and 10 pm. Trace me this call urgently.

Call me back at Provence-85-05. And make it snappy.

You think it wasn't a wrong number ?

Ask your girlfriend if she have a picture of her mother.

- Martin.

- Yes.

Tell the boys we're leaving. Two cars, full tanks, machine-guns, teargas. Departure

- in 30 minutes. I'm expecting a call.

- This time we got him !

Just in case, ask them to send somebody from the pyrotechnic squad.

Perfect. Just what we need.

- Hello... I write it down: Taloire. Haute-Marne.

- Take me with you.

Can you hold it out ?

Understood: Jules Fournier, Market street.

I recognize her. Think we don't see customers like that everyday.

We realized she wasn't there anymore when the phone rang.

- I found myself a bit silly.

- OK. Now, something else.

Anything suspicious in the area: haunted casttles, strange neighboors...?

- I don't think so.

- What about Saint-Minaud ?

- This is not things to talk about !

- They're maybe good to hear.

An old cloister. The Gestapo was there during the war.

We heard strangers bought it three months ago.

- Just after Bercy's job.

- Do you know the new owners ?

- Nobody knows them.

- Is Saint-Minaud far away ?

30 kms away. Beyond the valley. Want to go there ?

That's our job.

Come on out... Everybody !

Don't be afraid of me. It's over.

I wanted to make madmen out of you. I was a scoundrel.

Now, I want to cure you. I am GOD !

I handle good and evil in my hands ! At least, I use to believe it.

But there is a monster we must punish. He's responsible for everything.

He killed Irene. Come. I want to avenge my beloved one !

I want to redeem myself. I'll save you ! I'm your friend.

I'm not the culprit. I'm innocent. Come on everybody !

Come on, quick. We've got a lot to do !

You fool !

He's the culprit. That's him who force me to torture you. Kill him !

Go ahead, kill him !

Go ahead, kill him !

Pierre... Pierre !

Come on... Quick !

Fantomas ! Surrender or we'll open fire !

This guy really have some guts.

He really does...

Fire !

Fandor, Martin, Rochas, with me. The other ones check around.

Open fire at the first warning.

- We can't break it like this.

- Quick.

Damn it, we won't open it like this !

Fantomas is here.

Go get some picks. We won't break the wall an other way.

Take her away. Now your job is to comfort her.

- Come on, Christiane.

- Tell me all this is not true.

Yes, it's only a nightmare, Christiane. Close your eyes.

We'll be outside when you'll open them back. There will be sun.

An all new life is waiting for us...

Is it really him ?

Translation: Aquasantajoe for Cinemageddon Timing: Nikola