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- PARIS 1965 -

Strange rumours circulate in Paris:
a ghost has been seen in the Louvre!

A guard, Gautrais, claims he
saw the phantom during his patrol

Nobody believes him. But then
head guard Sabourel is killed

And the story
becomes horribly believable.

Andre Bellegarde, a student,
is fascinated by these events

and contrives to get himself
locked inside the museum.

Around midnight, he sees a child
doing something around the statue

of the terrible old god,
Belphegor.

Bellegrade is saved by
Commissioner Menardier

who was hiding in wait close by,
but the ghost disappears without trace.

After his strange adventure,
Bellegarde

makes headlines
and he attracts the attention

of a beautiful and mysterious
woman, Laurence Borel,

much to the chagrin of
Menardier's daughter, Colette

herself deeply attracted to
the young student.

One night, the Commissioner receives
a phone call from Belphegor,

who suggests a meeting.

Arriving at the designated place,
Menardier finds himself in the presence

Of an old woman,
Lady Hodwin.

She tells him she is
the protector of Belphegor,

and makes it clear that
if Belphegor is not

left in peace, then Colette,
the commissioner's daughter,

...might have some trouble.

It is no empty threat.
That evening, in a cinema,

Colette is victim
of a mysterious assault.

- Good morning.
- Hello.

- Has your father forgiven us?
- I'm not allowed to go out alone.

I have a bodyguard now.

It's a good idea!

- Yes, sir.
- How much is this?

Ten francs.

Thank you.

- For you. I hope you like it.
- Thanks.

It's clear: Belphegor
tried to kidnap you.

- You're in more danger than me.
- Why?

- She's a dangerous woman.
- Who?

Laurence.

- She's dangerous, Andre, I feel it.
- Dangerous how?

- She'll make you suffer.
- What makes you think so?

I just feel it.

It's a possibility, I'll admit.
But I don't care.

- Why not?
- Because I'm not afraid of a risk.

You talk like a child,
without thinking.

- That's not true, and I'll explain.
- No, not today.

But I insist: otherwise you'll
never understand my character.

I remember, as a child. . .

- Are you listening to me or not?
- Yes!

I envied adults. It seemed to me
that everything was real for them.

Not like us children,
for whom everything was make believe.

Also, I would get angry
if you told me...

that childhood was
the happiest time of my life.

- All children are like that.
- And they're right.

I prefer people
who are dangerous, but real,

like Laurence, rather than those
who play the games society demands.

There's no comparison.

- You love her.
- I'm not sure.

She fascinates me. And, since
we're in the mood for confidences,

I want to confess something.

This infatuation will disappear
one day. Without doubt.

Yes.

And I'm afraid of the day that. . .
promise not to laugh?

Yes.

...that I realise it's not
her I love, but another,

Someone completely different.

- And would you like to tell this other?
- Are you kidding?

That would be a fine speech"
'I might love a woman, but I'm not sure.'

'It might be you I love.
Can you wait while I decide?'

No, you have to admit, it's absurd.

But I'd be glad to know the answer.

I'd hate to not see you again.

Hello.

She's had a stormy life, your Lady!

And it's not over yet.

- Children?
- No.

That's my first idea
down the drain.

Is there no-one she's
linked to - some protege?

Not that I can find.

Do you know she
made her money?

That's easy enough
she inherited one of the

largest fortunes in
England from her husband.

So. A childless widow, and
it seems any links to Belphegor

were in the letters
that she burned.

Well we won't find those now.
Have you made a list of the people

known to visit her house?

Yes, I have it here.

Here you go.

And so we go from strength
to strength. No one who's had

any connection with this business.

- Who were you expecting to find?
- I don't know.

Someone. Whoever he was...

- Here is the search warrant.
- Thank you, finally!

Okay, let's get the car.

- Lady Hodwin?
- Good morning, Commisioner.

I wasn't expecting a visit.

- So, have you had a think?
- About what?

I don't know: Maybe what happened
the other night at the movies?

That's why you've come?

And also to apologize. Frankly,
I hate such vulgar displays.

But, still, it was
only a little fright.

Uh-huh.

Yes, I made sure it was
kept to just a small scare.

- So, I should thank you?
- No, it was my duty.

I've lived for years as a
recluse. And my first trip

into the outside world is
to police headquarters!

You've never
been in here before?

- No, never.
- Really?

So, is it in here you work?

In here.

It's here that you interrogate suspects?

Here.

In here you compare
witnesses against each other?

Cross-examine - what do they say,
"grill them" right?

In here, everything in here.

How odd.

It would be very hard to stand
up to interrogation by you, eh?

Do you know any of these people?

Never seen them.

But just to think,
that some famous criminal

sat in this very chair.

- Oh, certainly. And more than one.
- How interesting!

One last question, Commissioner -
but maybe you're busy?

Oh but no, not at all, ma'am.

After the interrogation is over

where do you take your
guilty prisoners then?

Excuse me.

- Right this way.
- That's the wolf's mouth?

Ah, yes!

Fascinating!

This visit has been enthralling.

Although maybe I could send painters
to freshen your office up.

No, do not thank me.
A modest gift.

After the excitement of this night,
it's the least I can do.

But maybe your
regulations prohibit it?

No, not at all.

No no - please: this way.

Are you sure?

You bet.

Think carefully. Who would
believe old Lady Hodwin

was involved in a murder?
You can't think that I'll repeat

in front of witnesses what
I said the other night.

- So. Do I still go that way?
- This way, please.

But think of this. You'll
locking up the only one

who can control Belphegor.

You still want me to
go out this door?

- This door.
- Fine, okay.

It's useless arguing. I'll go - just as
soon as you call the British Embassy.

With great pleasure. The Ambassador
will want nothing to do with this.

- The fresh air's delightful.
- Wonderful.

It's good for those who
get a little light-headed.

Oh, but I get fresh air every day.

Let's stop this.
I just wanted to show you

that I am untouchable.
Forget this business.

Never.

- Well then, it looks bleak.
- For who?

Certainly not for me.
I take precautions.

Forget all this.

Do you have your car?

No, I don't. Would you be a
dear and get me a taxi?

A large one, if possible.

Taxi!

A Bentley, a Rolls Royce.
Either will do.

Please, ma'am.

We have an interesting
rapport, don't you think?

Interesting, but dangerous.

You know I have a
lot of sympathy for you?

But we are enemies.

Oh, enemies. Take your
badge off for a moment.

Do you never forget that
you're a police commissioner?

Sometimes.

- I like you. I mean it. Know why?
- Why?

Because you are a tiny little man.
And I like tiny little men.

They have to make such effort to establish
themselves. It's a lifelong struggle.

It can be.

And you, Menardier, don't you
have just a little sympathy for me?

Just between ourselves?

Of course, of course.

- Yes.
- Why?

Because you are great.

I mean, a great lady,
sentimental and unwise.

Would you allow me
one indulgence?

It depends.

I hope you aren't shocked
if I ask permission

to run my hand through your hair.

My hair?

It's a quirk of a very
old lady. A lady from the past,

tormented by her memories.
Will you let me?

If you want, but be quick.

Thank you.

If my bosses saw me now!

You're so nice!

It's the least I could do.
Where are you going?

63, rue du General Lambert.

Rue du General Lambert.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

You flirting with suspects?

I've already been told
to stop that.

- By who?
- The British Ambassador.

- The Ambassador himself?
- Yes, my lad.

But didn't you explain...

Explaining counts for little
when there's no evidence.

But don't worry,
I haven't wasted my time.

I lifted this from
Lady Hodwin's parcels.

- "With Kisses..." -

That doesn't tell us much.

The writing, no. But the scent.

The perfume.

Commissioner Menardier.

So I see.

Where would you
like to go?

Oh, wherever you want.

I guess, since it's midnight
you'll be going home.

- Yes.
- So, let's go together.

What do you want?

That's rather a large question.

- Nervous?
- No.

Annoyed.

- Where were you coming from?
- When? Now?

I was having dinner.

I don't suppose she said something?

Who?

What a fool, I'm sorry.
Lady Hodwin.

Of course, you've never
spoken to her in your life.

Of course.

Listen, is it okay
if I ask you something?

Please.

To what do I owe the pleasure of being
questioned in the middle of the night?

Your perfume.

- My perfume?
- Yes.

- What is your perfume?
- Tuberose. Why?

Would you smell this card?

Yes, that's it.

I found this in the possession
of Lady Hodwin, so I thought...

maybe it was from you.

Commissioner, you can't be serious.

Yes. I suppose making these
connections in a case would be

just a little more difficult.

I don't understand why you
come to question me in my car.

Is it maybe a kind of
lie detector test?

You have no evidence, so
you hope maybe how I drive

might reveal something!

I say it is your perfume.

- I'm under suspicion?
- No, no. I wanted to talk to you tonight

to try and get a sense
of your personality

Which is a little like your
gorgeous perfume as well.

I'm glad you think so.
But like my perfume, how?

Well, let's say,
I find it strange.

For example, your attitude to
Andre Bellegarde intrigues me

You picked him
up on the street.

A whim.

Sure, okay. But
let me continue.

It's curious that you
want him to see you as

this set of contradictions.

- Does that offend you?
- No. But it is very convenient.

Why?

Because with this premise,
you can excuse anything,

no matter how bizarre.
Flatter him, dismiss him...

It just makes your
life more comfortable.

No, let me finish.

Just say Belphegor got fed up
with Bellegarde nosing around

You'd have an advantage.

In the event that you were
an accomplice of this bandit.

I understand that it's midnight,
the time for fantasies and dreams.

But even so.

Yes, it is an outlandish idea.

I'd say so.

Oh, look at your face. Like a
child whose balloon has flown away.

Yes - a little like that.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Here's a tip: put Belphegor
among your closed files.

They're the best kind.

Laurence?

Laurence.

Are you there?

Hello? Hello?

Laurence!

Hello?

- You're getting good.
- Yeah?

Yes, better than me.

I'll tell you the secret.

If you want to beat
your opponent

just study the way
he plays against you.

then attack on the shots
where he's weakest.

Ah, yes, eh?

- ...but you're too nice.
- Oh, don't you believe it.

Let me tell you something
that happened yesterday.

What?

On the bus, there was a
guy sitting in front of me.

Suddenly, he turns and says
I might as well slap him.

He said life had played a dirty
trick, putting him in front of

a girl like me at 6PM.

Just to ruin his evening, he says.
And on an evenings that was

so uncommonly beautiful. I mean,
you have to hand it to the guy.

An interesting technique.

Yes: but one he'd copied from a book.

And you had to tell him you knew.

I did. I slammed him right in
the face with the title, the author

and then I crossed the road.

Because, in the meantime,
we'd gotten off the bus.

Ah, right.

Do you believe the guy?

It's better not to give any
encouragement in these situations.

Well, exactly.

A few moments and all his
initiative was completely gone.

He was just left sitting
with a big sad face, on my couch

while I was dying from laughter.

Because, in the meantime,
you'd invited him into your home?

A beautiful way to behave.

That's just like a man,
to assume he knows what happened

Just because, whilst
we talked, I let him

kiss me... but then,
the poor fellow, I put him

out the door without hesitation.
And after all this upset

- I had a wonderful breakfast.
- What, at six in the evening?

Who said anything about six in
the evening? This was 7 in the morning!

Because, meanwhile,
night had become day?

Yeah. This guy. I couldn't
get rid of him. Oh, boy, what a night!

I'm gonna take a shower.

- Hey, is that your friend there?
- No.

- Andre Bellegarde?
- Yes.

Really? I don't want to
make a mistake.

- That's me.
- Bernard Charel.

Hey! Come here.

Do you do this often?

I'm sorry. But I just had to do it.

- That's a fine explanation!
- Oh, listen, you can punch me back

if you think it'll makes us even.

Okay.

Why did you do it?

Shyness.

I'm a friend of Laurence.
Or rather, I was.

You've taken my place.

- So what do you want me to do?
- Nothing.

I just wanted to talk to you.
But then, when I saw you,

I couldn't resist punching you
in the face. I felt it was my right.

- What did you want to say?
- You'll take many blows.

- Because of Laurence?
- She ruined my life.

I came from London for ten
days. And then I never left.

And so?

- Leave her.
- No.

You're deluded if you think
you'll mean something to her.

Even when she's in your arms,
you'll see her winking at Williams.

Williams? Who's that?

The Great Friend.

- Her lover?
- Maybe not.

Maybe the best. You'd have to
see them together to understand.

It's like the rest of humanity was
created simply for their amusement.

Maybe before it's too late, you
should pack up your bags and go.

But it's already too late.
That's the trap.

Why?

What do you see here?
Nothing. Laurence is like that.

Like the colourless
poison of The Borgias.

Ah, Commissioner!

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Taking a stroll around the museum?
- Yes, if that's okay with you.

No problem at all.
Shall I tells the guards?

No, don't. I'd like to
see how they behave.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Oh, Commissioner, it might
be dangerous not warn them.

Why?

They have orders to shoot
without notice.

I'm used to it.

And finally, here you
are Belphegor.

Hands up.

Or I'll shoot.

Are you deaf?

Okay.

One… two…

Think carefully.

Three.

Don't worry about me!
That way, quick!

That way!

What happened?

The ghost.

Thank god you're okay!
I was afraid you'd been shot.

Look there.

He knocked down a statue.

It's of no importance.

How do you know it's
not important?

I may be wrong. But one thing
about this story is now clear.

What?

He has an informant.

Why didn't you warn me
Menardier was in there?

Menardier was here?

Yes. Now get out of there.

No one told us.

Get back to your post

We'll talk in the morning.

What just touched my chair?

Just a spirit, my dear.

Come on, a little seriousness.

- Maybe we should stop, huh?
- Yes, let's.

Twenty minutes of
concentration is more than enough!

I didn't know seances could
be so fascinating.

- But how do you do it?
- It's a secret.

You can't say anything about it?

Sometimes, it even changes your voice.

Please excuse me.

You'll see, he's an extraordinary man.

Born in Leningrad,
an explorer in Germany,

and now financial advisor
for the French.

- And you said his name is Williams.
- Yes.

- Laurence.
- Good evening.

- Andre Bellegarde.
- You're welcome.

Please. Excuse me.

Oh, thank you.

You all know Laurence?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Look who's here.
You promised to call me.

You must excuse me,
but I've been so busy.

- Drink?
- No, thank you.

- Dinner is served.
- Please.

My cigarette.

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Yeah, but when they finally decide
to get to work, they're unbeatable.

- Unbelievable!
- I assure you.

It's s the only city in
the world where the trams

move slower than the pedestrians.

That's not true!

I think so. Spanish trains
leave an hour early so they're not late!

Exactly!

A strange ritual, huh: dinner with friends.

Yes. It appears that
everyone has to play.

- Not you?
- It's a game

with everyone trying to
say the wittiest thing at the table.

- I suppose.
- But there's one thing I don't understand.

No, thanks.

- What is the prize?
- Social prestige. It's not cheap.

- And who decides who wins?
- Everyone.

To your health
and to that of the winner!

You're not tempted to join in?

I fear that a rule of this
game is to embarrass newcomers.

Wait, let me help.
What's your forte in the battle?

Yes, your favourite topic:
hunting, fishing, stamps...

I know a little about painting.

Good.

It's a wonderful show.

- Henry?
- Yes?

What are you going to do in Spain?

Oh, just the usual.

- You'll visit the museums?
- Well, sure.

Do you know a small
museum in Malaga where...

No, no: come, you're not going to
try and make us believe you're an artist?

That's not necessary
to be accepted in my home.

Maybe I should throw a
grenade to make them listen.

Anyway, I assure you, the
Southerners worship the supernatural.

- They believe in spirits.
- And the French ?

Look at the success of Belphegor.

Oh, Belphegor!
Another invention of the police.

- That's not true.
- Rude. But direct.

Excuse me, but I know a
little about the subject.

Andre Bellegarde saw the ghost.

I can say that Belphegor is
neither fairy tale nor invention.

The blow I received on
my head settles that subject.

Oh, but the solidity of
the blow is relative.

- To what?
- To the. . .

how do I say... The nervousness
of the person who receives it.

For some, of a certain disposition,
it takes very little for them to faint

A cat brushing past their
legs or any such nonsense.

And how could you tell from one
meeting that I'm such a person?

It's not so difficult.

You're very sure of yourself.

But whatever is he
doing in the Louvre?

Yes, that's right.
What's he doing?

Maybe waiting for the
police to catch him.

It won't be the police
who expose him.

- It'll be you, perhaps?
- Why not?

And how will you catch him?

The police just focus
on stopping him.

For me, it should be
about finding out who he is.

Sure. But where
can you find that out?

In the Louvre?

No, and this is exactly the error.
He'll never be taken in the Louvre.

That's his house.

Try hunting him there,
and he'll escape forever.

You say you must find out who he is.
But how - without capturing him?

You can also deduce it.

Sure, but your ocean of
possible suspects is vast.

Just narrow it down.

- How?
- I'll tell you.

There's only one thing
that's real about Belphegor.

The costume, the mask, the mysterious
disappearances are staged, folklore.

There's only one important element.

Why an individual who usually
acts with absolute cool,

and a total lack of nerves,
suddenly acts like a frightened child?

Yes, that's true, the
newspaper said as much.

And how can this detail provide
the key to the mystery?

It's just a question
of finding the thread.

Once found, pull
till it begins to unravel.

The rest is only a
question of patience and time.

That blow you
received wasn't enough.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, Laurence. - Good night.

Your young friend was
rather rude tonight.

I would have acted the same way.

Why?

You behaved like a
snob the entire evening.

I'm no snob.

You're not aware of it. It's a
defect that's instinctive and involuntary.

But others are aware.

You're cruel.

I don't like you
attacking my friends.

And above all this one.

It's always like that
when they're new.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- It was very interesting meeting you.
- Good evening.

I'm expecting a visit.
Send them straight into the living room.

I didn't think you knew
so much about Belphegor.

I don't

You're too modest.
You must continue to investigate!

- No.
- Why?

Maybe I'm a bit 'cocky,
but I'm afraid to find out the truth.

Afraid?

I've always been attracted to
the mysterious aspects of life.

I'm fascinated.

But, basically, this frightens me.

Why?

It is difficult to explain.

I would plunge myself into
the adventure, but I sense

something horrendous
lurks beneath it.

So, I pull back.

But let's not
talk about it anymore.

I wish I were the only
mystery that attracts you.

- But you are.
- Darling.

- See you tomorrow.
- No, come now.

- Good evening, Boris.
- Good evening, my lady.

- Bernard Charel.
- Good morning.

As I told you on the phone,
I'm in a hurry. What is it?

Why don't you marry Bellegarde?

What's it got to do with you?

You're in a rush. Why waste
time on unnecessary explanations.

No, sorry, but I don't understand.
What do you mean approaching me like this?

What are you saying?

I was happy
with Miss Borel.

And you want to get rid of Andre?

As you do Laurence.
We surely agree.

Don't go counting on me.

Why?

I'd never agree to
plotting behind his back.

Even if you had everything to gain?

- Excuse me, I have to make a call.
- Think about it miss.

You have everything to gain.

- Where's the phone?
- Down there.

- Thanks.
- You have change?

Yes, thank you.

Yes?

- Menardier!
- What?

Your daughter.

Thank you.

Colette? Hello, Colette?

Colette?

You're not being very
helpful with this.

- What do you want me to say?
- The truth.

But I've told you the truth.
We were talking. Then she went

to use the phone.

What was I supposed
to do? Stop her?

- Why did she want to call?
- How do I know?

Was she worried by
something in your conversation?

No.

She just suddenly stands
and says: 'I need to make a call.'

Yes.

And you think I believe that?

Not only don't I think
about it, I really don't care.

What was the subject
of your conversation?

If you'd allow me, it's personal.

Don't kid yourself. There's
nothing that's personal now.

We talked about Laurence
Borel. I asked the young lady

to help me get Andre
Bellegarde out of my way.

Hear that?

I could hardly help hearing.

No one has seen her.

- Did you check at my house?
- Yes. Nothing.

Take him in.

- Look, I swear.
- You continue to protest innocence?

Sorry, it's a habit.

Let me explain. This place is like
the velodrome. Been there?

Bike races last two hours - but
only the final 300 meters matter.

Here, for hours, people protest,
explain. All useless.

Eventually you decide, and
in quarter of an hour it's finished.

So, listen: the first two hours
that exhaust us. Let's not bother.

Let's cut right to the final sprint.

- I have nothing more to say.
- Where is Colette?

- Leave me alone!
- One thing you should get into your head.

Colette is the daughter
of our boss. Understand?

Yes, I know and I'm
sorry I called her.

Maybe it gave the kidnappers the
chance they were waiting for.

No, but it's absurd!
She just didn't return!

Yes?

Lady Hodwin.

Menardier.

They've gone mad.
They want you scared.

- But this is a horrible thing.
- What's happened?

Talk!

I can't. But I was against it.
Absolutely. It's too cruel.

- What are you saying?
- The Abyss, Commissioner.

Look to the abyss!

First floor. Restaurant,
souvenirs. Visit the terrace.

Present your green ticket, please.

Second floor, restaurant,
bar, souvenirs, photos.

Everyone out, please.

Change elevator here
for the last terrace.

Present your tickets, please.

Last warning.
- Belphegor.

- My girl.
- Oh, daddy!

I'm okay now.

- M'lady's not here.
- We'll see about that.

Please, she's very ill.

Enough with the show now.

Who are you? Who let you in?

It's okay, Doctor.

And who is he?

Professor Bellay,
the Paris faculty of medicine.

- Visits are prohibited.
- Let me, please.

I have to talk to this gentleman.

As you wish, but I
take no responsibility.

Of course, Doctor, thank you.

I really am ill.

I want to tell you one thing.
Pertaining to this investigation.

- But everyone is safe.
- No, you are not safe at all.

But I thought you and your daughter...

Listen. I don't care.

What they did today was
beyond the pale. No matter what,

Belphegor and I will end up
face to face, one day or another.

Tell him that from me.

I can't blame you.

As for you, my lady,
spare me your sympathy.

I hope soon to find proof
strong enough to allow me to

start treating you as
the ugly thug you are.

Farewell.

Menardier!

- LOUVRE MUSEUM
CLOSED TUESDAY -

- Giving her a wash?
- Yeah.

- Here?
- Man, nothing gets past you.

- It's been a long time, huh?
- Since what?

Since you had such
a romantic encounter.

- Can I help you?
- No.

You act all indifferent,
but she's your favourite eh?

- Isn't she your favourite?
- No.

Well, what's the one
that you like the most?

Perhaps... the Venus de Milo.

Me too.

It's just a shame
about the missing arms.

Well, yes, but she's so
beautiful it makes me realise

she has so many
other things to offer.

- Okay, so, I'll help.
- No.

But yes. Then I'll help you
dust off the Assyrians.

- Can you just leave me in peace?
- But why?

- You know it's not allowed.
- To help each other?

- Yes, it's forbidden.
- Forbidden.

I'll tell you what it really
is. You're jealous.

- Really?
- Yes.

Jealous? Me? Of
the Venus de Milo?

- If you say so.
- Sure. She's yours, and no one

else can touch her. It's already
too much just to let them look!

In the days we open,
you're sick with envy.

- Meanwhile you ignore your wife.
- My wife?

When was the last time you
washed her? Cared for her?

- Oh, but for the Venus de Milo!
- I'm not sure which of us is jealous.

Why am I even bothering
to ask you?

Stop right where you are!

Missed!

What's going on here?
Have you gone mad?

I just wanted to help Loustanneau.

Excuse us sir. We've lived with
her more than twenty years.

It may seem stupid, but for
us, she's one of the family.

Well, it's no reason
to start fighting.

Mop up that water. You've even
got it inside the sarcophagus.

- Is the cleaning coming along?
- Yes, we're getting there.

What now?

- Will you get going, Gautrais?
- Right away.

That one there.

See it?

I did a test earlier. Watch.

Maybe it's a porous stone.

No way. Listen.

Yeah. You're right.

Come on, let's try.

The crowbar.

If it moves it takes
more strength than I've got.

Wait.

Andre!

Shall we?

Yes.

It's the old Louvre.
That of Philippe Auguste.

- Do you see any way out?
- No.

And if we'd
fallen into a trap?

What trap?

Imagine the trap door closed again:
who would look for us down here?

- A trap?
- Yes.

What are you doing?

Come look!

The mysterious entrance.

- Shall we?
- Are you kidding me?

I'm going.

Bellegarde!

This is crazy.

- Oh, you came.
- I couldn't let you go alone.

It's raining here.

We are below the Seine.

Yes. But let's go.

What are you looking for?
Do you even know?

Don't get mad.

I want to know how they
get in and out the Louvre.

Okay, just tell me
what we're doing.

- How is the protege?
- I would say fine.

He's more happy than us.
He's asleep.

- All ready?
- Yes.

Give me your arm.

- Still low.
- And so?

I warn you, Williams,
your heart might give out.

It's managed so far.

Yes, but you're more and more reckless.

We must finish.

You're not quitting now.
We'll just be careful.

- I'm cold all of a sudden.
- It's nothing. Just nerves.

I'm ready.

Once again Belphegor, I call
you back to your new life.

Your life that is
secret and dangerous

and always alone.

I call you back

into the brutality of light

but through this transfusion I share
this risk with you. Do not forget tonight.

Open your eyes.

Look at me.

Come Belphegor. . .

Come

Stop, Belphegor.

Stop!

The camphor.

The kid, quick.

Go now, Belphegor.

Bring us back the secret.

There's no one here.

Yes, there is.

I can feel it.

Andre!

- The metal.
- The metal?

- The metal of Paracelsus.
- What?

Come on!

You want to go back down there?
What else do you want to know?

What did you mean
the metal, of, of...

Paracelsus. An alchemist from 1400.

Come on, let me down.
I can't turn back now.

I need to find out what's happening.

- Okay, let's go.
- No.

- You stay here.
- What?

If something happens to me,
who would give the alarm?

But why you?

- Because… I enjoy it.
- I started to enjoy myself, too.

I know, but you have a
wife waiting for you at home.

Come on. Let me down.

How will I know
if something happened to you?

Go to your usual cafe
every morning, at 9.

- Beside the Louvre?
- Yes.

But wait three days.

Yes, it will take me three days.

Come on, let me get down.

Be careful.

Don't worry.

- Monday:
Soup of the day... -

- TUESDAY 8 SEPTEMBER -

National Lottery.
Want a ticket?

No, thank you.

Draw tonight.
Want a lottery ticket?

- WEDNESDAY:
DRAW TONIGHT -

Dead?

No, he's passed out.

- Any news on Gautrais?
- He's come around.

- Can we question him?
- The doctors just said so.

Good.
You take the car.

- Gautrais?
- He's coming.

- I'm ready.
- Come on, then.

Chief!

Thank you.

Andre Bellegarde.

Gautrais?

- He's gone.
- What do you mean he's gone?

He received a phone call
and ran like lightning.

- And you didn't go with him?
- His wife is with him.

It's not a joke. I
wouldn't do that

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it.

How much is it, please?

- And so?
- So what?

What do you mean, so what?
You turn up here two days late.

- Yes.
- When did you get out of there?

The following day,
I only spent one night.

Are you kidding? I went through
hell not knowing what happened to you.

Now I know everything.

And?

I can't say anything.

I can't say anything.

SUBTITLES BY ...BELPHEGOR!