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I find you very gloomy on this holiday...

I'll bet that a worry is obsessing you...

For now, I assume that some gonorrheic beauty will have left you with a

burning hot piss...

Alas no, I leave that to friends more turbulent…

You are right: I am worried.

Monsieur de Sartine wanted, as is his role and as it is within his prerogatives,

to have the upper hand over the party given by the City on the occasion of the

Dauphin's coming of age……

But Bignon, the Provost of Merchants had already everything planned...

The City Police against the King's Police...

Bignon sees this as an opportunity to show off his brand new uniforms...

The King did not want to alienate the magistrates of a city that hates him...

This is why this evening, my friend, you see me worried -

Let this rabble be put aside, soldier, I have better to do but contemplate the hideous

face of the peat...

I am Major Langlumé...

City Department, move aside...

I recognized you, Mr. Major...

I recognized you, even in your new attire, which, be it said by the way, do not err

on the side of excessive measure...

To hell with my measures...

I go where I have to, in order to ensure the good order of the party... The people of Sartine

have nothing to do in this case: the King has decided so...

On the balcony...

Let's press...

On the balcony...

Ah, Monsieur de Ranreuil...

Le Floch will be enough, Monsieur de la Briche...

Ah, Monsieur le Floch, you see me assailed without respite by harpies...

Everyone rushes to attend the fire in a good place...

Think...

I'm adding bench to bench, and that's not enough...

I don't want to overwhelm you, Sir, but if it were possible to have a overview

of the square...

The terraces, Sir, the terraces...

And you would take a real thorn out of my side, because I don't really know where I could

insinuate you...

Accompany these gentlemen of my friends to the terrace by the small degrees...

You can imagine that the person responsible for security at the party is precisely this

colorful character who was picking a fight with me earlier! This paltoquet from Langlumé...

Unlike you, my friend, these people are not professional people.

It's a guard of odds and ends, made up of lowly people and whose offices can be bought...

Ah! The matter should not take long...

We must cut it short...

Naganda!

Geneviève, what are you doing here? The devil's creature...

The devil's creature...

The rocket hit the fireworks bastion...

We will have been locked up...

Well, Garins, what's the good news?

So grab a drink and come celebrate with us…

His Majesty owes us that!!!

And what about, Garins, the individual that I had entrusted to your vigilance?

The little commissioner? Locked up, at the top of the terraces, at

Foreign Affairs...

At least he will be able to enjoy the spectacle there, for lack of getting involved...

To the King, damn it, to the King!! And to this Sartine puncture!!

Gentlemen, Gentlemen...

I hardly enjoy this kind of exaction in my places...

This key, Madam, this key as a token of your favors... Has

your new uniform, just like a bad wine, gone to your head? ? Would it make you

forget, Major, that I have a rule not to consume with my practices

? Back off!

But go back, go back...

Go back!!! It's her fault all these deaths

Witch!... Possessed! She's the Devil's Creature!

Creature of the Devil! The Redhead of the Demon!

Possessed! Possessed, you say? This child no

longer has his reason and I forbid that it be insulted...

Let it be brought inside...

A great celebration indeed!!

I came as soon as you sent for me...

I had, however, ordered that in my absence, my daughter be strictly confined to her

room...

It is not easy to confine her, unless seclusion...

This evening, had she at least taken her potion?

Would you have disobeyed me?

I only have orders to receive here, Madam, from my brother, who is also

your husband...

Mr. my husband...

And where is Mr. my husband, as for now?

At the banquet of jurandes, which Monsieur Bignon, the Provost of Merchants gives at the

Town Hall in honor of the festival...

It looks like the terrible spectacle offered by a battlefield, when the two camps

have withdrawn...

J I was able to see that most of the dead belong to the most modest class

of the people...

Eh! Yes, Bourdeau, of course, the street has remained for the strongest, the richest...

And of course too, the thieves will have a good back...

Oh! Oh !!!

You hear this sound of sand: her vertebrae will have been broken...

This is indeed a very strange injury, for someone who would have been pressed

in the disorder of the crowd...

She was not compressed, but quite properly strangled...

Bourdeau, let us put the body apart and take it to the Basse-geole to

open it...

Bourdeau, you will have to warn friend Sanson...

I only trust him, and in you of course, in this type of operation...

Semacgus, my friend, I will therefore ask you to assist him...

Nicolas...

Where were you fleeing like that, friend?

I wasn't running away...

I live in this house...

You live in this house...

You give it to me...

The lively gesture...

The broad shoulders and the powerful torso...

Your terrible appearance, alone, will scare away the enemy...

You makes us a famous conscript here, my friend...

Your opinion on this night?

Unpreparedness, improvisation...

No security measures taken to ensure the circulation of vehicles in the surrounding areas...

Do we have an idea of ​​the number of victims?

Already more than a hundred, but it's a safe bet that it will have to be increased tenfold...

For the most part, from the lower classes, who are known to be flammable...

Add to that the stampede of the City Guards , supposed to ensure public safety...

It was inevitable that the slightest incident would turn into disaster...

The city guards! The city guards!

However, I had indicated to His Majesty that the City was not able to control

an event of this dimension...

Eleven years without drama or misstep, and now a Bignon, this shoddy provost,

without reason or power, usurps my authority, pulls the rug out from under me and destroys

my meadow!!

However, Sir, your past, the confidence shown in you by the sovereign, your functions

themselves...

Calembredaines...

Doesn't all of this speak in your favor?

Favor is by nature volatile, as our apothecaries and armchair chemists say...

Here are my instructions which I intend to see followed to the letter...

You will take all necessary measures and means to establish a memoir

on the events of that night...

You will determine the origin, the responsibilities, the possible faults or interference...

And you will try to obtain the exact assessment of the tragedy...

To conclude: I understand that this investigation remains secret...

You will only be accountable to myself, and if I were to be prevented, that to the

King in his person...

It could be that the public disorder concealed another, which falls precisely

within our functions...

The body of a young woman found lifeless, and without a doubt homicide...

Fichtre, Nicolas, we cannot blame you for always playing two squares ahead...

For now, I have allocated you an official cab, you can use it as you wish

: you find in the courtyard...

Good hunting, Mr. Commissioner, good hunting...

We, Nicolas le Floch, commissioner at Châtelet, assisted by Inspector Bourdeau and the

named Charles-Henri Sanson, executor of the Hautes Œuvres of the generality of Paris

and Guillaume Semacgus, naval surgeon, requested by us, say to be in the presence

of a body brought today and presumed to have perished in the catastrophe of the rue Royale...

Let's say that the victim was dressed in a brown velvet cape, a sky-blue silk dress

, with a small flower yoke, all effects free from the slightest stain or

dirt as well as the slightest wrinkle or disorder...

As well as an ecru canvas corset, with green lacing, was tightened with enough

force so that it was not possible to undo it without cutting it...

White stockings, a basket, two petticoats, one of fine cotton, the other of silk, with no

pockets...

Note these stretch marks on the stomach , they show that it was very distended...

Also note the eloquent swelling of the breasts... She had just given birth, or else undergone a

late abortion, shortly before dying...

Gravis odor puerperii... the smell leaves no doubt ...

The deliverance was only a few hours ago...

All that remains is for us to review the details...

Well, let's proceed...

And do you have at least some description of the damsel?

Yes...

An extremely precise report...

Just like childbirth, there is no doubt about the homicide...

Almost bloodless, the victim was strangled by powerful hands which broke

the vertebrae of her neck...

She did not could therefore have perished in the suffocation of the crowd...

No, Sir...

Look at the soles: there are no marks of mud, nor the slightest trace that someone

had recently walked with them...

Note that we seize them and add them to the effects. ..

Mr. Commissioner, A certain Charles Galaine, and who claims to know the identity

of the victim, who would be his niece, and would have disappeared last night from his house...

My name is Charles Galaine, I am a master furrier in the rue royale...

At the sign of "Deux Castors"... Patron of Jurandes... everything leads me to think

that my young niece, Elodie Galaine, was the victim, last night, of the troubles that occurred,

by the fault and failure of your men... and of their command...

Indeed, it is indeed her...

Can I dispose of the body?

No, Sir: only the King's Justice, at present, can dispose of it...

As for you, Sir, I order you to take us immediately to your home,

for Judicial Police operations which I do not intend to postpone...

Can you Can you tell me, Sir, the reason for the state of your establishment?

He paid the price last night for the negligence of your Police...

It's the crowd...

They wanted to stone the witch...

What about this so-called witch?

To my knowledge, there are no witches in these places...

Is this your entire household?

Except for my wife, yes...

I would like some introduction, sir...

Would we be suspected of any crime, sir? My only son, Jean…

My sister, Charlotte Galaine…

Marie Chaffoteaux, our cook…

How is it that your wife is not there?

She is outside, as usual...

There is also Naganda...

Naganda?

A great Huron from the Algonquin Indian tribe, with whom my brother Julien saw fit to flank

his daughter when he sent her to me from our New France territories...

In what capacity, Sir?

As a Cerberus, Sir, in order to provide for the safety of the Young Lady,

as if my guard were not enough...

And where can we find this Cerberus?

In the attic...

A loft, where the bugger has established his quarters...

The bird has flown away...

Encrusted with mud and starched by what appears to be blood...

Are these his effects?

Yes sir.

The Huron had the habit of dressing in it in order to disguise his outfit and hide his

hideous features.

Do you think that the man had any reason to kill your niece...

Love's spite, Sir...

He could not have been unaware for long that my young niece wanted to marry my son

Jean, despite their cousins, and a request dispensation was in progress with Monsignor

the Archbishop...

Order of the King, Mr. Marquis...

You will take care, Mr. Inspector, to carry out a careful search

of the place, then to carry out any seizure of effects, objects, instruments or substances,

necessary for the manifestation of the truth...

You will also take care to promptly draw up a meticulous portrait of the suspect

Naganda, so that he can immediately search Paris and its generality...

Have all the flies cleared , Bourdeau, the matter does not suffer from delay.

An invitation to appear before his Majesty... and from the King's own hand...

In a way, behind the back of Monsieur de Sartine...

I owe obedience to the lieutenant general of police, but even more to the monarch, from whom

I hold all authority ...

Without doubt we should see in this post the consequences of the catastrophe of last night...

Without doubt...

Due to my former functions as Attorney General, I could inquire about certain

facts which affect the government of the City, and which could help you enlighten...

Nothing would be more precious to me than your help...

However, there is no need for you to be there at your own expense: I leave you my service cab

, in exchange for some horse that you would have to entrust to me in exchange...

Some horse? As you go...

Out of feeling, I have kept a splendid bay in my stable for a long time, which I

hardly ride anymore and which, already, is pawing with impatience to be stretched...

Is it ever have you ever doubted, Monsieur de Ranreuil?

My duties prevent me from doing so, Sire…

And the other, the Devil, do you believe in him?

No more than is necessary: ​​I detect the mark above all in the malignity of men...

The matter that I have to entrust to you is of extreme importance, because it concerns

him...

Who ? From the Devil, sir, from the Devil…

From the Devil? It came to me through certain channels, just

as impenetrable as those of the Lord, that the evil one would haunt a family of shopkeepers

on Rue Royale where you are already investigating...

The kingdom is populated by flies, Ranreuil, the most obsessive of which are not not at your

orders...

The Archbishop of Paris, who does not have me in his Holy Grace, is moved and gesticulates...

I do not intend for the Church to come and stick its nose, which it already has very long,

into the affairs of the Kingdom...

The affairs of the church and those of the kingdom do not follow the same courses, and I intend

that no one usurp the power that I hold from the Gentleman Above...

You will therefore investigate by all means on this alleged possession and will report it

only to me...

You will give me an exact and detailed report when you have unraveled the mystery...

Would it please you, Sir, to make a little water?

Wait for me !

Perhaps, it would be good, Sir, for you to show more conviction, lest

our scheme be quickly blown away...

In this area, Tire-pot, conviction can hardly be commanded...

The people rumble...

We gather, we assemble, we jeer...

Paris curses the police and Monsieur de Sartine for not having done their job...

In the early morning, men from the city spread out everywhere, accusing your leader

of all the evils: could he be the cause of the tragedy...

of the men of the city? Aldermen? Nay: bourgeois guards, all gilded,

over-gilded on the edge...

Many came out of the gambling dens and stank of wine until the flies were driven away...

All well taken, very rickety...

And their leader, a big fat pennant, the pushed and excited them...

Try to find out where they spent the night...

Ah well! As for the feathered one, I already know: it seems like a claim to fame

to have found himself in gallant company, at your friend La Paulet's, under the sign of the

Crowned Dauphin!!!!

Ah, Mr Commissioner, what good wind is bringing you here?

I was told that you wanted to see me, Madam, for a matter that concerns me...

Leave it to us...

Well, sir, in the absence of that of hell, and since you forever seem to

forbid yourself that of paradise...

Eh GOOD ?

The key to the terraces, to Foreign Affairs, where a villainous hand relegated you, helpless,

one night...

Prevented for a moment, Madam, but not helpless!

I understand clearly, Mr. Commissioner, I understand clearly, and that is why I am

very anxious to have the proof...

It is up to you...

Unless it is my quality, Sir, which prevents you from lending a hand...

Your quality is well worth mine, Madame...

As for the hand, I fear that it is not just a question of the hand...

Take, Sir, take...

Damn, sir, I suspected you were a scoundrel, and I ignored you so quickly!!!

At least, rather than hastening the outcome, you could have surrendered for a moment...

Because I would have feared surrendering too much, Madam!!

I wouldn't have minded if you surrendered!!

I understand that, but I abhor conditional surrenders...

One day, who knows...

I heard that you were looking for a man with a tattooed face...

Major Langlumé brags loudly about a certain business, that are leading these men...

At dawn, one of my daughters overheard a report being made to the Major in the intoxication

of triumph...

They had just captured a very fine game, which, moreover, corresponds in every way

point to the report that Inspector Bourdeau gave me...

Come, Sir...

Do you know that your friend La Satin no longer appears in these places?

She will have found better elsewhere and seems to have established herself, at the

following address...

Ladies, go, go, go...

Explain...

I had orders, Sir...

Orders from my boss...

And for what is your business?

Men, destined to serve in the King's troops...

The needs are so great, Sir, that we are forced to provide for them...

Trade in men...

I bet that your leader, Major Langlumé, will find plenty of what he needs...

Take me to the place where these unfortunate people are being held...

The kitchens of War...

Taken from their loved ones, softened by blows, deprivations and hunger...

There is no doubt that these poor wretches end up seeing in the butchery of battles a

way of hope that we are not lavishing on them here...

You are in great danger, Sir!

For now, Sir, it is you who are in danger...

What is your visit to these places worth to me, Sir?

Nothing other than a Police operation prescribed as part of a judicial investigation,

which my duties enjoin me to carry out in all places and by all means...

You are very reckless, Sir...

Much less so than you, Sir ...

I have here a letter of seal which authorizes me to take you, at once, to the Bastille...

The fortress conceals in its bowels a much worse dungeon than this one.

Would you like to try it out, Major?

Do you agree that this necklace belongs to you?

I agree...

Likewise, these are indeed your effects...

Certainly...

You will also agree that this tooth is identical to those which adorn your necklace...

I agree, since that is the fact …

I must inform you that it was discovered by me in the

clenched hand of Miss Élodie Galaine whose dead body was found among the victims

of the great suffocation of the crowd caused by the press of the party, last night…

I also have the duty to inform you that you are the main suspect of this

death, which everything points to prove that it is the consequence of a criminal act...

You feel, it seems, neither astonishment nor pain...

However, you were said to be very close to the young victim...

"The Lord having seen her, he was touched and said: do not cry, she will be

returned to you at the End of Time...

"

Saint Luke...

Hence Does this surprising practice of the Holy Scriptures come to you, Sir?

I was raised among the Jesuits of New France, to whom my father had entrusted me

...

The King's Justice fears nothing less than blindness...

However suspicious you are, you nonetheless have rights and you find placed

under our protection...

And if you know something, if you suspect something, you must tell us...

You are free to remain silent, but think about my words...

For now, I will have to take you to a cell where you will remain

at the disposal of justice...

Bourdeau...

A question, Sir, if you wish...

What danger did you hear about, as soon as you saw me earlier

?

I don't know, Sir, these are images that come like this, sometimes, in a sort

of trance...

Sorts of trances...

And what do you think of what the Roman church calls witchcraft?

Witchcraft...

If by that you mean the strange phenomena that populate the Galaine house, we must

especially see the natural reason in the great mental disturbance of young Geneviève...

Geneviève?

Geneviève Galaine, the daughter of Charles Galaine...

Did he therefore neglect to inform you of its existence?

The hideous face of madness, Mr. Commissioner...

So, this is your daughter...

Yes, Sir...

The poor thing is resting...

In the absence of a cure for an imprecise illness, we must use expedients...

Some opiate substance, which , failing to cure her, through a sleep that is presumed to be

without nightmares, sometimes gives her some semblance

of comfort...

Madam, I have to ask about your schedule yesterday...

I went out, I came back...

The answer is a little short...

I am seized of a homicide case, and the King's Justice has the means to

make even the most recalcitrant speak, sooner or later...

Useless, Mr. Commissioner: I am not one of those who are easily frightened...

And I have nothing to confess that my confessor does not already know...

I feel a new convulsion coming... My Father, could you seek help? Perhaps

it would be a good idea, Mr. Commissioner, for you to withdraw...

It's not the little commissioner...

Monsieur de Noblecourt! Monsieur de Noblecourt!

I am grateful to you, Sir, for the help you have given me...

However, I am very afraid that I will not be able to return the favor...

I know nothing about the matter that has brought you here, except that it is a

family affair where I have no place…

No your place?

Mr. Commissioner...

Something happened to Monsieur de Noblecourt.

The blows were harsh, the beating severe...

I fear a serious concussion...

Can you at least assure me that he will live?

I can't tell you anything at all...

However, beneath his urban attire, our friend is a rustic beast, with solid leather

and a thick rind...

The confusion comes from the service cab, which, through imprudence, I had lent him the 'use...

Do not let yourself go to dwelling, Nicolas...

There is no room for regrets, when the facts are accomplished...

Only nature can now decide...

I understand your pain, nevertheless, there is no point in remaining here, moping around...

I know it's not the right time, but I would like you to authorize me to have

another examination of the body of young Élodie Galaine...

Why?

The trade in bodies has taught me that, sometimes, bruised flesh shows after

the fact marks that maceration makes legible, and which were not immediately legible...

The great book of nature can also be deciphered on the bodies that are declared dead

...

The state of my business does not concern you in any way, Sir...

Everything concerns me, as soon as there has been a crime, Sir...

I must let you know that I intend to establish my quarters here, in your house,

and this for the time which will suit my investigation...

And by what right, Sir...

Of the right given to me by the King...

The King, the King...

And what the hell would the King come to do in my home?

The King is at home here as in any other place in the kingdom and it is precisely the devil

that is in question...

The devil? How would the King know?

The King knows everything, Sir...

He knows everything about the scandal and the tumult caused by the madness of your daughter Geneviève...

Know that it is out of the question to authorize such disorders in the capital, a source

of emotion and of agitations among a people always ready to burst into flames...

My means do not authorize your maintenance, Sir...

Well, that doesn't matter, I will see to it, Sir...

Eight pounds a day, that suits you- he ?

Servant, Sir...

Lead Mr. Commissioner to the office that my late brother occupied, when

it happened that he appeared in these places...

Julien Galaine, the gentleman's brother, left to seek his fortune in New France...

Will he even have found it there?

Oh yes, and much more than was reasonable, and it was from that moment that misfortune entered

our house...

Misfortune, what do you mean?

His eldest son gone, the father began to waste away, no longer having a taste for anything...

Thus, upon his death, the reins of the house fell, so to speak,

into the hands of Charles Galaine, the younger...

You hardly seem to hold your master in great esteem...

Nor to be unaware of much of what goes on in this house...

Isn't that the sad privilege that servants share?

Julien Galaine, the deceased, brother of Monsieur.

The man seemed bold and well-built.

I have something to do, sir...

Can you offer me some snacks? An omelette, sir, a simple omelette,

washed down with beer...

That's all I can offer

to your appetite...

Louiseville, December 5, 1750...

My dear brother...

The announcement of our father's death makes me measure the misfortune of being away from

his family and of now only being able to count on the coldness of a brother, of whom nothing

justifies the constant hostility...

I fear, Sir, that your omelette will have to wait: a man claiming to be yours

wishes to speak to you...

This missive comes from Maison Galaine...

It mentions testamentary provisions which could well constitute the motive for the

crime...

There is also mention of a certain James, family notary...

I would be grateful if you would proceed to investigate, both on the notary and on the possible

arrangements...

Take a seat, Nicolas, although I suspect that your time is limited...

I am happy, Sir, to note that your condition is improving..

Ah, alert was hot, in fact...

I had time beforehand to inquire about the case that you had entrusted to me...

The City is rumbling against the king and some are fanning the fire...

The parliament of Paris in particular, with the disgusting Provost Bignon, lurking in the wings...

In these power games where neither friendship nor reason unfortunately has any place, it is you,

Nicolas, who are in danger...

Danger, Sir, is part of my duties.

I know, Nicolas...

I know...

But anyway, this Galaine house does not enjoy a spotless reputation...

And I very much fear that it will be a sort of trap into which you will have fallen...

The fact does not had not escaped us...

The thing is undoubtedly of little value, however, during the scuffle, the one

who appeared to be their leader, approached and I grabbed onto his coat and it

seems that something was lost. be torn off...

A button... of silver...

And which seems very new...

Indeed, but there are plenty of them on countless uniforms...

We would therefore have to find the the outfit that goes with it...

We need it...

This at least indicates that these Gentlemen of the City are not strangers to the facts...

Who doubted that? All that remains is to provide proof...

You did not see fit to warn me, Madam...

But why should I have? I know that you know nothing about the City, nor

for that matter about the Court...

So, we now find you in the dust...

You are definitely, as Monsieur de Sartine is fond of saying, a coin with

multiple obverses...

There is no stupid profession, Sir, there are only stupid people...

My mother insisted that I study with the sisters...

I learned sewing and art there clothing...Add to that the interpersonal skills of La Paulet, my relationships

in the world and the demi-monde, combined with the certainty of my taste and the excellence

of my work provide me with sufficient practice for me to enjoy an honest ease...

But, perhaps you preferred, Sir, that I continue to live from my charms?

No...

It all seems perfectly arranged...

My place, however, in this combination?

Your place, ? But the one, the only one, the one that nature assigns to you by right...

and which now only belongs to you...

Between my legs, Sir!!

Servant, Sir…

Would you like to share our supper...

We had just started...

Supper is over quickly...

I am very afraid, Mr. Commissioner, that the broth will be sparse and the birds puny...

On your bill, Sir...

we only drink l water...

Water from the pump, because it costs nothing...

We would never have seen such a thing during our father's lifetime...

He had known how to increase the family's meadow and had not handed over his business

to the adventurous speculations, nor the vagaries of fortune

at sea...

Where does the signet ring that you wear on your ring finger come from, Sir?

From a relative of mine, who left it to me as an inheritance...

Although it is not familiar to me, its coat of arms is not unknown to me...

You don't drink, Sir?

I don't really want to...

You don't eat, you don't drink...

Since you have the chance to find us all gathered together, perhaps you intend to

subject us to some interrogation...

I don't see any hardly useful, Madam...

Would you then fear that we have consulted?

You have had plenty of time...

Madam, please know that I intend to speak with Mademoiselle your daughter...

I am very afraid, Sir, that just like me, the unfortunate child will be

of no use to you...

You seem to have displeased...

Fear its wrath: this creature is formidable, when it comes to defending

its flesh...

To the point of committing some homicide?

At this point, yes, and even much worse!

That's enough, Mademoiselle, it's too much! Please return to your room...

You wished to talk to me, Sir, well your wishes are granted...

Talk to me, Sir...

Talk to me...

Talk to me...

Talk to me...

Talk to me... Talk to me...

Maintain me...

Maintain me!!!!! Service me!!!

What do these strange charades mean to me, sir?

Well, sir? Well, sir?

Sir ?

Just as you pray in your Churches, I invoke the spirits of my ancestors...

Do you hope that the spirits of your ancestors will pull you out of the predicament in which

you find yourself?

As for the crime on Rue Royale, I can give you an exact version of

what I know about it...

I found myself in the loft...

Shortly after the frugal supper served to me by the harpy who acts as cook ,

I fell into a deep stupor...

My dreams were filled with cries and pain, interspersed with calls...

I woke up to the sound of a brutal cannonade, populated by violent lightning,

lights and howls, which recalled the battlefield...

I saw a man coming out wearing my belongings, who was carrying a

lifeless young woman from the crowd who appeared to be Élodie...

Was he alone?

A woman accompanied him...

I lost them in the press...

I can't swear to it, but I seem to have seen you, in the emergency

of the rescue...

Renewed with fatigue, I returned to Les Deux Castors , where, in front of the shop,

the men you know grabbed me...

The rest, you are not unaware, since you yourself took me from their

clutches...

Who are you, Sir?

Here, I am nobody, only a hideous and grotesque mask that I have to carry everywhere...

In my country, I am the son of a Chief, of a tribe allied to the Kingdom of France...

As for these simagrées, in addition to its functions of Chief, and just as your King derives all

power from God and not from men, my father is a man...

One might say here: a great sorcerer...

Another question, more perilous, no doubt: what was Miss

Élodie to you Galaine?

The woman that her father and the Gods had entrusted to me to protect and cherish...

I am surprised that the suspect has in his possession the objects of his cult...

But, I received orders from his own hand of Mr. de Sartine, enjoining that

Mr. Naganda be treated with the most extreme deference, and that any personal effects or

objects seized from his home and not of interest to the present investigation, be on the

field restored...

Likewise, is it prescribed that its food be provided from the outside...

Are the claws of the Evil One already closing on you? You are as pale as

death...

Could you send for our friend Semacgus, please?

Nothing is easier: he is now in the lower jail, where you had

ordered that I assist him in a new examination of the body of young Elodie...

These marblings...

As I expected, they are appeared after the first

observations had been made...

They trace with cruel truth the geography left by the hands of

the assassin...

We are, so to speak, Mr Commissioner, a finger away from the truth...

Can can we, by any means, obtain the statement?

Nothing could be easier...

A simple transfer on a fine gauze fabric can trace its outline...

So proceed...

As for your case of haunting, there are no phenomena that

human reason cannot or will not must be clarified, when this seems to fail, the instinct

of animals can make up for it in an effective manner...

The instinct of animals?

Yes...

If you press him, Monsieur de Noblecourt will not hesitate to lend you his dog...

And if by chance your mind were to wander, this brave innocent beast,

through his passivity, will be able to convince you to do so. the futility of your fears…

Where are we in our investigations? The Attorney General's reports are damning...

here, he puts the number of deaths at hundreds of people...

And all the elements collated unanimously contribute to placing the responsibility

for the disaster on the negligence and unpreparedness of the men of the City , led, finally, so

to speak, by Major Langlumé...

Well...

So the fruit seems to be ripening...

What about the Galaine family notary?

The testamentary provisions are clear.

Julien Galaine left an immense fortune on his death, acquired in the skin trade

in New France...

The whole of it was to go to his daughter Élodie, with however two

particular provisions: One, it was only to fall to him upon the birth of his first

male child and two, on the express condition that he was not adulterous...

Could Charles Galaine have been aware of these provisions?

Without a doubt, since this is precisely why the man wanted his

son Jean to marry his cousin...

And failing that these conditions were met?

Nothing is stipulated...

But I suppose that in this case, the common rules apply automatically...

The crime is proven...

We have the motive...

The rest flows naturally...

Capped, groomed like a dashing courier, you seem, Nicolas, truly reassured...

Satisfied would be much more appropriate...

So, my Cyrus is temporarily, under your order, an officer of justice...

If you authorize it, Sir...

Fair return of things for a magistrate's dog. ..

I authorize, Sir, I authorize…

On guard!!! Sir...

Sir...

Sir...

It's me, Sir, it's me...

Come quickly: a misfortune has just happened...

Nicolas...

This cold, this stiffness...

Death seems real and constant, and yet...

A breath of life still seems to animate the patient...

What do you conclude?

At the moment, nothing else, except that poisoning seems to be the cause of

this state...

I am particularly thinking of these substances, which the hunters of the Amazon use to

immobilize their prey...

Is it reasonable to think that can we survive there?

The thing is in any case not totally unreasonable...

The man is making a robust contribution, and with the help of a powerful emetic...

What is this sudden brutality worth to us, Sir?

The Huron Naganda Ordinary did indeed come from your office, did it not?

Yes, Sir, we were allowed to do so...

The man died, Sir...

In atrocious convulsions that it is easy to attribute to some poisoning!

Do you think we are so stupid that, pointing ourselves to your suspicion, we would have

tried to end his life? And for what benefit, Sir?

So that having removed the mother at the same time as the child, you have also removed

the father, opening the way wide to your succession...

The father???

It is enough, Sir: I intend for your household to appear immediately...

I very much doubt that, in the present circumstances, my brother's wife

will agree to appear! Madam is busy!

Madam is busy...

It would be nice to see that Madam does not consent!!!

What happened ?

This night, as the twelve strokes of midnight sounded, the spirit that inhabited her

poor body left...

My unfortunate child suddenly had some convulsions, which seemed a good omen...

It was only her life that was changing. was going...

I warned you that it was useless to expect the slightest recourse...

Wrongly, however, because in gathering her things...

The poor child had lost the use of speech, but it happened that she traced

in colored pencil portraits and scenes of eloquent horror...

The cellar, of course...

The stench of the skins shows us their state of putrefaction, which alone testifies

to the great dilapidation of the affairs of Maison Galaine...

Mr. Commissioner ...

Let the remains be brought back to the Lower Jail...

The poor thing had seen everything...

Thus, the plot unravels...

All that remains is to dismantle its sad mechanics.

You come Nicolas...

He suddenly returned to consciousness, like ice that suddenly breaks...

Leave us, Gentlemen...

Your child is dead...

I had a presentiment of it...

Young Geneviève Galaine passed away this night, at the end of terrible suffering...

I know it, Sir...

Neither my incantations, nor the manes of my ancestors were able to save her from the forces

of darkness...

The evil that inhabited her was too powerful to be defeated otherwise, than by

those of nature...

The "torments of the soul" are not within my remit: you remain suspect in

a case of homicide...

I have nothing to fear from the justice of the gods...

As for that men...

I will have to rely on you...

The talisman that I wore around my neck contained, in addition to the earth and herbs of my country,

the certain proof of my innocence...

Alas, it was stolen from me...

This is very unfortunate, in fact...

You had accustomed me, Mr. Commissioner, to my office being more populated

during your confrontations...

Would the game then be over?

Essentially, it is...

The vigor with which this corset had been tied on the body would have prevented all breathing

and indicated that the victim had been re-dressed post-mortem...

Who then laces yours, Mademoiselle?

We hardly have sufficient domesticity for this, but the cook provides for it...

Stand up, and show your back...

Useless, Mademoiselle: my duties authorize me to resort to force...

Turn around...

undo your shirts...

The comparison is overwhelming...

The knot in your back, firm and double knotted...

Identical to the one found on the young victim...

You, I accuse you, of having re-dressed the young Élodie Galaine shortly after she

had passed...

It was necessary to do so , since she had just died in childbirth...

Strange reason that you give me there...

Are you trying to make me believe that the death had natural causes...

Believe what you want...

Only decency ordered her action...

And Would it also be out of decency that you would have gotten rid of the mother's body,

as well as that of the child?

The honor of a house, already cruelly tested, was at stake...

Despite your duties, would you have any idea of ​​honor and reputation, Mr.

Policeman?

A vague idea yes...

So, to hear you, there was no homicide, but the sad consequences

of a simple accident of nature...

Try to prove the opposite, Mr. Commissioner!

Stand up, Sir...

Come closer...

You too, Naganda...

Show your hands...

Take off your gloves, Sir...

Take off your gloves...

Infected by the corrosive juices and tannins that my work requires, I very much fear that

their sight will offend your looks…

Show your hands!!

You're missing your ring finger!

No ! He is not missing, since he never existed...

Eh, how would deformity now be a crime?

The crime is not in the deformity, but in the use that we make of it...

Under my guidance and by expert request, this trace was noted on the neck of your

late niece Élodie.

The progressive putrefaction of the tissues revealed its outline with the most sinister

precision.

It corresponds to perfection...

More surely than if you had printed your seal on it, the imprint of your fingers in

the flesh of the unfortunate woman overwhelms you...

Confused by a piece of gauze: the thing is picturesque! The motive for the crime, please

?

The interest, Sir, the interest...

Élodie Galaine was to inherit the brother's fortune upon the birth of her first child

and on the condition that he was not an adulterer, and that is why Charles Galaine had

meditated that she be united to her only son Jean...

But, failing that and if it happened that she died before the conditions

were met, it was arguable that the inheritance would go to her closest relative...

You, in this case...

However, the homicidal appeal will have been useless...

I have here this handwritten document, the authenticity of which cannot be disputed.

This is the marriage certificate signed in the Louiseville church between Elodie

Galaine and Mr. Naganda and bearing the countersignature of Mr. Julien Galaine himself...

Your son would never have been able to marry your niece, because she was already

the wife of another, before God as before men…

What does it matter, Sir, what does it matter?

Did you not know that, sir?

Had I known, it wouldn't have changed anything...

So my infamous brother would have played me from start to finish...

The point, you said? Interest, yes, without a doubt...

But what do you know about rage, about humiliation? From hatred and opprobrium, with which

deformity is charged, Sir? What do you know about the abandonment of a father, the collapse

of a business, the misconduct of a wife?

What do you know about the incessant torture of a house where madness dwells...

Infamous and repulsive in the guise of childhood?

I do not fear hell, Sir, because it is familiar to me...

However, be careful not to suffer such torments, to which those of the question nor

even those of the torture of the wheel cannot be compared...

As for these two women, I claim full responsibility for their actions, as well as

for my own: in my hand, they were only one and the same indistinct

and docile instrument...

It seems that your belongings will have been cut off , Mr Commissioner! Should your proverbial

attention to detail suffer, I hear that things are breaking up there...

You can have...

Sir, would you be kind enough to grant me a few moments of interview...

Mr. Commissioner...

You can dispose...

Would it please you, Madam, to have a few more moments of virtue?

Wouldn't you be ready, Sir, you whom I see so martial, so resolute!

It is because duty calls us both...

You who seem so expert in this type of object...

Dress yourself in more warlike attire: I order you to assist me in some

Police operation which requires your talents...

Operation from police ? My talents?

Just like destiny, after all, Major Langlumé can wait a while...

Have you lost your mind, Sir? Do you not know who I am?

Who you were, Sir, who you were...

I require a few last moments of placidity from you, Sir...

This is indeed the missing piece!

By what right ? Sir..

Of the right I have to have you incarcerated immediately at the Grand Châtelet…

For what reason?

On the grounds that this button, torn off by Monsieur de Noblecourt, is enough to convince you

of having attempted to homicide a King's magistrate...

In addition to those of serious negligence during your service, other charges overwhelm you,

which relate to the commerce of men...

Your entertainment is over, Sir...

All that remains is to you now that the present arrest does not give rise

to some vigorous excesses...

I did not expect any from you...

And you are grateful, Sir...

Fichtre, Sir, you seem to demonstrate the strength and the intelligence...

... Beef ...

Let's see, Mr. Major, cheerfulness, certainly, but good tone!!! Your outfit…

All the same, there is a Lady!!!

Servant, Sir!!!! Monsieur de Sartine spoke to me about your

status as the son of a King...

When your father dies, you will be called upon to reign over immense territories in

New France...

Will you be my ally there, Mr. Prince ?

Sire...

I am your vassal...

The King has no need of vassals: the court is full of them...

He needs allies...

So, I am willing, Sir...

Come, my brother: I have to talk to you about an affair which, in your countries, involving

our English enemies, gives us great worry...

Since when did you know, regarding the noble extraction of Naganda?

Since the moment you asked for his portrait to be released...

Certain details of his outfit, the outline of the tattoos that adorn his face...

The thing intrigued me...

By the simple outline of the tattoos, this portrait was like a book open, which I

just had to hand to Mr. Count de Buffon to have the translation...

You see me impressed, Sir!!! So much erudition...

The original merit goes to you, Nicolas...

However, suffer that for once, I alone adorn myself with the peacock's feathers...

What more beautiful way to return to favor than to give such an ally to the Crown...

And you should know that crowns do not fit two heads at the same time

!!! Mr. Marquis!