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Is there a ghost in the Louvre? This is the question that grips Paris.

The ghost has been seen by three people:

The guard Gautrais; the young student Andre Bellegarde;

and Menardier, the police commissioner leading the investigation.

Each time, the mysterious figure has vanished

in an inexplicable manner.

Menardier is stumped, his investigation going nowhere.

Meanwhile, his daughter, Colette, is threatened by the ghost.

A very strange old woman, Lady Hodwin, plays intermediary

between the ghost and the Commissioner, and tries to

persuade him to abandon the investigation and bury the matter.

Colette is less concerned with the danger facing her

than she is the relationship between Andre and Laurence Borel,

A mysterious young woman

who introduces Andre into Parisian high society,

in particular her millionaire friend, Williams.

Colette, in love with Andre, is suspicious and upset.

The mystery seems impossible to crack,

When, by accident, Gautrais makes a startling discovery.

That night, Gautrais returns to the Louvre with Andre

Together they discover a secret passage

Which leads into the ancient underground, where they witness

An extraordinary scene. Williams, and beside him

The ghost, lying motionless on a table.

Revived by new blood from Wiliams, it receives the order

To search for treasure hidden somewhere in the museum.

Is this mysterious treasure the fabled alchemical metal of Paracelsus?

Such is the hypothesis formulated by Andre.

At the end of this unsettling night, Gautrais returns home,

But Andre remains in the underground, to unravel the mystery.

Days go by, and Andre does not reappear.

Increasingly desperate Gautrais waits for a sign

He fears the worst. But the reality is very different.

You've been back two days and didn't tell me?

I was going crazy not knowing what happened to you.

Now I know everything.

And so?

I can not say anything.

I can't say anything.

What is the meaning of this?

Relax. Bellegarde didn't talk.

So why the publicise his interrogation?

Just my little plan.

The story suggests two scenarios: Bellegarde said nothing,

so Belphegor can sleep peacefully. Or Bellegarde talked.

and so Belphegor will be forced to act.

They'll contact Andre now.

- To find out what he knows. - There you go.

And what is our plan?

We watch. We're outside Bellegarde's house, waiting.

- It's your relief. - It's about time.

- Anything happened? - All quiet.

- Where is the Commissioner? - Number 29, third floor.

- Here. - Thank you.

Here comes a car.

It's slowing down.

Hide.

It's coming back.

Stopping.

- Do you see anyone? - No.

That was great.

Yes. Par for the course. Nothing happening.

You coming back tonight?

Yes, but I won't make the same mistake again. No sandwiches.

Mind you, a full stomach makes me sleep.

It's coming back.

I'm going down.

Okay, here we go!

Open the door!

Open or I kick it down!

- You? - Me.

Where is he?

- Gone. - Gone? Gone how?

- Did you help him? - Of course.

- But how? - Out the back.

Your men didn't think to stop a young widow in mourning.

Even though she wasn't very feminine.

Why the hell did you do that?

- And you? - What, me?

Using Andre as bait?

- INTERROGATED WITHOUT RELIEF WHAT HAS BELLEGARDE SAID? -

- I do my job. - Your job.

That's right, my job.

What you've done is beyond belief.

I should resign. Don't you realise what you've done?

- You only think about your work. - And what do you suggest I should?

- Your daughter, perhaps? - And what about her?

Oh it was so clever your ruse. Honestly.

How you took advantage of turning Belphegor on Andre.

Your daughter is no longer in danger, while Andre risks losing his skin.

Buy why not? He's not part of your family.

Colette.

What is it?

I love him, Dad.

- So you like him. - No, listen: I love him.

It is very different. I'd do anything for him.

Even at the risk of going against my father.

Yes. Of course.

It had to happen one day.

- Are you mad? - No.

- You were a moment ago. - A moment ago. That's a long time ago now.

It's not worth mentioning. Okay. You love him.

So shouldn't you run after him?

No. That would risk his safety.

You think he's safer without my bodyguards?

I know your bodyguards.

And naturally now you think you'll no longer be under watch.

And naturally now you think I'm just going to sit on my hands.

Aren't you forgetting something?

That's another problem.

No, it's THE problem. He's in love with her.

- For now. - And she's in love with him.

All the more reason to fight.

You'll fight.

What should I do? Sit gazing at the moon the rest of my life?

Poor child. You don't have a chance against Laurence.

But I'll try just the same.

My idol in life is Francoise Sagan's schoolgirl lover.

- Miss Menardier? - Who are you?

- My name is of little importance. - It is to me if you know mine.

- I come from Andre Bellegarde. - Andre? Do you know where he is?

At 10 rue de Saule. But Lady Hodwin would like to see you.

If you will.

She's waiting for you inside.

- Where is she? - Over there.

Don't tell me you're scared.

Here she is, Milady. It wasn't easy.

- You made a fine mess, child. - What do you mean?

- Andre Bellegarde has disappeared. - Disappeared?

- He's no longer at rue de Saule. - You've been there?

- Just now. - You've taken him.

I swear no. Wait a minute!

First I have to tell you something and then you will understand why

I wanted to talk in person.

If you find this young man, tell him this from me.

There is only one place he can be safe: back in my home.

- Your house? - I'll wait for him.

I sincerely hope you can persuade him. Otherwise, he's dead.

- Do you think you've convinced her? - Sincerity always works.

Sincerity?

- Milady? - Yes?

- Excuse me, but I demand an explanation. - What, dear Williams?

We do everything to put our hands on this guy,

and you want to protect him?

- Yes - But he can destroy us!

- How? - He saw us in the basement.

He knows about the metal.

You've flooded the place?

What's the use if there's a witness to talk?

If he was going to talk, he would have done so already.

We can't know that. We are discovered. And you grow a conscience.

So what?

Something must be done.

He could denounce us.

We cannot rest easy until this is under control.

I know how you intend to control it. And I do not like it at all.

Is there another way?

I don't want you doing anything at the moment.

- Sensitive? - Sentimental.

- Andre Bellegarde interests you? - Him, no.

And so? So?

I don't want anything done that will hurt the Commissioner.

- The Commissioner? - Yes.

- Hard to swallow. - But it is so.

we have to risk our skins?

Risk your skin, what exaggeration!

Careful, Milady, the time for fantasy is past now.

So far, we have endured your quirks. They've just been annoying.

If they become dangerous, my attitude would change.

None among us will gamble on an old woman's whim.

Watch your mouth. Maybe the word is accurate. But it displeases me.

I'm not here to gush.

I beg you once again.

Change your mind.

- And if not? - I might have to bring you under control also.

- You hope to scare me? - Think about it.

- Should I be afraid of my son? - Your son. . . if you say so.

- What do you mean? - A son you have never admitted.

Fortunate for you. I can protect you without compromising you.

That's why I burned the letters.

From now on, I'll be all alone.

- No, not alone, Boris. - Why?

If I am not with you, I will be against you.

- Better and better. - Let's face it.

This thing has taken a turn I do not like. We end it.

No, never. I've been bored all my life. Now that I have

found a passion for existence, and am about to conclude the business

I should give up?

It has become to complicated. Too sickening.

What does that matter? I care only about the ultimate success

Not the obstacles that must be removed to reach it.

You're playing a deadly game.

Yes, and you will be the first to know it.

Belphegor will never permit you to touch me.

Don't believe it.

There is too much respect for me.

That's a serious error, Milady. Everyone respects Lady Hodwin, sure.

But respect, and you will understand, is not so great for...

Lady Phonograph.

- You called it in? - Yes, as soon as I saw it.

- You the owner? - The manager.

Did you touch anything?

Just her wrist. To see if she was alive or dead.

Work of a professional. Or a talented amateur.

Poor Lady Hodwin!

You sound sad.

If I'm not mistaken, this matter has entered a new phase.

From now on, every blow will be deadly.

Excuse me. I'm looking for the Hiquet family plot.

- It's the last on the left. - Thank you.

- Mrs. Hiquet? - Yes?

Commissioner Menardier Paris police.

Yes?

- I need to talk to you. - About what?

According to information that we have received,

you could provide clarification on a case we're dealing with.

Which case?

- The ghost of the Louvre. - I don't see how.

An anonymous letter brought me to you.

Yes they were twins.

It's been a long time since you saw Laurence?

Since the death of her sister. Stephanie.

She doesn't visit her parents?

Life in the provinces is not so amusing.

- What do you miss? - Nothing much.

Says you.

My husband spends his time immersing himself in the study

of old papers.

- What kind of papers? - All kinds.

Shut up! You'll bore the Commissioner.

No, not at all, quite the contrary.

Make yourself useful, get the chairs!

- Is it true this house belonged..? - To Cagliostro. Yes.

Ever find any of his old papers?

No. Even if we had, we wouldn't understand anything.

Thank you.

- Why not? - He was an occultist. I believe.

Indeed.

Not that that would scare you. You're used to mysteries.

Well, not so much.

- Can I see inside? - Of course, please.

No, do not bother, ma'am. Your husband can be my guide.

I'd be glad to have a chat with him.

- As you wish. - Thank you.

- . . .your relationship is strange. - Yes?

Your wife is hard on you. And you take it. Why?

Between husband and wife, there is one vital thing to know

Women are wonderful, but, precisely because they are weak,

they can not show weaknesses.

- It's their life's catastrophe - Original point of view

Who said it was mine?

Strange.

I have a feeling the whole Louvre affair started here.

In this room?

Well, perhaps not this particular room.

My papers.

Your wife is right, eh? It's a real obsession.

I buy old archives, letters, family documents.

Anything that's for sale.

What's the point?

Keeps me from thinking about anything else.

You're a very unhappy man, Mr. Hiquet.

Why do you say that?

I'm mistaken?

Yes

No.

I would be, maybe, if I felt that life is serious.

It is not, in your opinion?

- It's a dream. - A dream.

Yes, a dream. It has all the features.

Absurdity, inconsistency.

No, life is not a dream.

You sure?

Yes. And you know it just as I do.

Don't say that it's a reality.

- Everything? - Yes. Everything that happens to us.

You'd have to be crazy to believe that.

You, too, the night you saw a ghost in the Louvre,

must have thought . . . I'm dreaming.

And with this philosophy, you avoid responsibility.

- What responsibility? - That of facing every day.

You escape behind your claim that you consider life unreal.

Why should I suffer, when sooner or later I'll wake up?

Here is your error. There is no awakening from life.

Not like dreams. Even when you are anxious,

you will not wake up.

Maybe not.

I wish I could bury my troubles like you.

Dreams. Nothing more.

Okay, dreams. Except that, unfortunately, mine is a nightmare.

I can not help.

- Let me talk to you at least. - No.

There has been blood, Mr. Hiquet.

- Blood. And crimes. - Leave me be.

Free me from my nightmare. You can do it, I feel it.

I do not know anything.

- At least give me some clues. - What clues?

What could I tell you?

It's funny. I feel you are a good man.

I can't tell you anything.

But I can give you a gift.

A gift? What is it?

Here you go.

WE, DEPUTIES OF THE COLLEGE OF BROTHERS OF THE ROSE CROSS...

- Do you want it or not? - It's of interest?

Very interesting.

You were so long talking, you've missed the train.

- When's the next? - At 6:30.

- Tomorrow morning? - A nuisance, eh?

Yes, a nuisance.

Shall I ask my neighbour if you can go with him?

He's going to Paris?

Yes, he's a fruit trader. He leaves for the market soon.

- Well, thank you very much. - Okay.

No, I'm okay, Folco. Come and get me here, eh?

I just saw the car. You were lucky to walk away from that.

And the driver?

Three months in intensive care, he'll be good as new.

How much?

The phone call.

Paris, three francs fifty.

How the hell did the accident happen?

The road is slippery, but to slip into a ditch with

such force, it takes...

Do you mind?

Commissioner Menardier, in charge of the Louvre case, almost

fell vicim to a serious car accident

on the way to Paris, when a tree fell in front of his car.

The police have not ruled out the possibility it was an attack.

You were pretty lucky.

He had to take a risk: the tree or the pylon. He chose the tree.

Stuck behind the wheel, he took the worst of it.

You got off lightly.

Yes

- By the way, there's news. - More?

Oh, lovely response.

Maybe it's because I'm sick and tired of this whole business.

- So, you don't want to know? - Yes, tell me.

No, not if you're not interested . . .Andre's back.

- At his house? - Yes, at his house.

He came back as if nothing happened.

- Does Colette know? - No. She's still looking everywhere.

- Good. This time he'll talk. - Why? Did you find something?

- Yes - What?

A tongue twister.

Commissioner, is that you? You won't find Mr. Bellegarde here.

Why?

They called from the emergency department of the Seine.

He's committed suicide. Excuse me.

Hey, lady?

Hello. Did you see it?

- Yeah. - Get their story.

I'm coming. Hello sailors! What happened?

Down there.

Did someone push him?

If he said that, he's lying.

He was alone.

- ...if the going is getting too tough... - he's just come around

Takes it out of you, dying.

- Commissioner Menardier. - This is not the time.

For you doctors, it's never the time. Don't worry.

I won't wear him out.

Get them out.

You can answer with a yes or a no.

- It's a secret society? - Yes

This one.

Yes.

And you demand that you have the right to silence.

Yes.

I don't understand you. They're murderers.

- They're not murderers. - No?

- They didn't kill Sabourel? - It was the right thing to do.

Right?

Was it also right that they killed Lady Hodwin?

And tried to kill me last night, or you tomorrow?

Yes. Maybe.

Listen to me.

If one wants to commit suicide, it's very easy.

But it's not a solution.

- I didn't attempt suicide. - No? What were you doing in the water?

- I fell. - Tell me another.

It's true. I'm so tired. I've been torturing myself

over this problem for days.

I must have had a dizzy spell or something.

I, however, call it suicide.

Maybe tomorrow you'll throw yourself under a car.

Think what you like.

- Do you know anything about The Rosicrucians? - A little.

In 1662, it was graffiti all over the walls of Paris.

- Regarded with suspicion. - Why?

People didn't know if Rosicrucians were fairy tale or reality.

Rumours about them ran rife.

And you know what they are?

I would say, a brotherhood, whose members are all tied

by the sacred bond of esoteric knowledge,

and who notify each other of their research and discoveries.

Such as?

- The metal of Paracelsus, for example. - And what would that be?

An extraordinary, miraculous metal that has all the properties

of gold and radium

That's ridiculous!

There's a piece in the statue of Belphegor.

- You're joking. - Ask Gautrais.

We saw the statue radiate. But that's not the important thing.

I went back into the basement, and there I also discovered

the great principle which is imposed on each member.

Absolute secrecy. The Rosicrucians are convinced

it would be a catastrophe for mankind if their secrets

were ever revealed.

And you don't think it's more dangerous if they keep their secrets?

They? No. They are philosophers.

Your head's in the clouds.

Don't you understand the consequences that would fall

if we revealed the truth?

Say you discovered how to make atomic bombs on a shoestring,

Do you think you would you tell everyone?

- What's this got to do with atomic bombs? - It was just an example.

Treating this problem on theoretical grounds is one thing,

But having to deal with it in reality is something else.

It would drive you crazy.

I know these Rosicrucians well.

What?

Yes, I know them well.

And here is what I say: these are simply criminals who, by chance,

have discovered the old writings of the Rosicrucians,

and are simply exploiting them, for purposes not at all philosophical.

Just criminals.

Why do you say that?

Because it's the truth.

And you were on the brink of suicide.

Oh, I forgot. You were dizzy.

Why do you believe this?

This and that.

You've seen them, these fake Rosicrucians?

Yes.

Would you recognise them?

- I know one. - Who?

Say one name, and I'll give you another.

- Williams. - And Laurence!

Laurence?

- You've been lying to my face? - Yes.

- So? I'm waiting for an explanation. - In a little while.

Why in a little while? What difference will it make?

Because when I've told you, you won't love me anymore.

So what's the rush?

- What is it you'd have me believe? - Nothing.

You see? I keep my promises.

When your father found those papers, what did he think?

Him, nothing.

He was struck by the phrase: 'The secret of The Rosicrucians

lies hidden in the Louvre.'

He spoke to me about it. Unfortunately, I also talked.

And so, Belphegor grew interested.

Who is Belphegor?

I know nothing about that.

Who is Belphegor?

I already told you, I know nothing.

You know something.

Belphegor is a medium.

To receive Belphegor, he enters a deep, drugged state of total calm

And so?

And so, he sleeps.

Sleeps?

Deeply. While he walks in The Louvre, he sleeps.

While he attacks, he sleeps.

And so, he is like a dream,

being dreamed, guided by many people.

A convenient accomplice.

But what would you do? That which we seek is well hidden

but the way is revealed through the drug and hypnosis.

- What are you looking for in The Louvre? - I've said too much.

It's not, perhaps, the famous metal of Paracelsus?

How did you know?

I might have heard someone say it.

- Leave me alone. - No, answer.

No.

At least tell me if their reasons are bad.

Very bad. Are you happy now? I'm bad.

Everything is over between us. I'd prefer it if you went now.

Listen, Laurence...

No. Goodbye is goodbye.

What do you want? To come in? We'll go in together.

- Here again? - You're not so strange.

- No? - No.

Okay. Why?

You're like me.

But I hope I can put the stains of my history behind me.

- Stains? - Stains, yes.

You might think I sound like an idiot. But I'm not joking.

I'm sincere.

Oh, listen to you talking about sincerity?

What do you mean?

You told me a hundred times you loved me.

And wasn't it true?

Yes. Maybe. But all the time, you were trying to break away from me.

and so I was never the goddess of your world.

- True or not? - It's true.

And you know why? To keep a place for yourself in Miss Menardier's heart.

- True or not? - True.

What would you have me do...? I need to walk.

Let me go.

There's a name that has always made me dream.

- What kind of name? - ...Geographic.

- Zanzibar? - No.

- Atlantis, the sunken world? - Something better.

The Cave of Apollinaire.

Even better: "The Ports of the East."

I don't know why. It's a phrase that just always fascinated me.

But what do you find if you visit these famous Ports of the East?

Poor villages, suffocating in sand

devastated by heat and flies.

- Why think of this now? - No reason.

- Because you're thinking of something else? - Yes.

- About what? - About me.

Tell me.

It's true I've not been fair to you. But I want to give you the best gift

that a woman can to the man she abandons.

I'll give you a reason to forget.

- I'm not asking for one. - All the more reason.

What do you believe this Laurence is, really? Nothing at all.

A little construction. Makeup, and a set of faces.

Adorable, dreamer, saucy.

And always fascinating.

Why do you believe there's something else beneath? There is nothing.

There is, Laurence. You have a soul, like everyone else.

And there's the pity. I have a horror of souls.

Why?

They are elusive, and they glow and they are chained to your body.

They are strange creatures. Interested in principles and morality.

They make you think charming thoughts of marriage.

And often, their fathers are members of the police.

- And here we are. - Yes. Here we are.

I will never measure up against Miss Menardier.

In terms of virtues, she has them all.

She is honest, serious, thrifty. Well, let her be.

I prefer to stay behind my faces. Even if there's no on to see them.

Laurence...

No.

- You're crying? - No. Just another of my faces.

- But not the one I prefer. - There's at least one that you like?

This one.

- What were you shooting? - I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know? - I'll tell you a secret.

- Even with glasses, my eyesight's terrible. - So why shoot?

Just to be polite!

I see okay, but the result is the same.

Tell me, Director, what's happening with the Belphegor problem?

It is a very difficult case.

Well sure, but the public gets impatient. The minister as well.

We have no evidence.

I thought you were about to arrest someone.

- Williams? He fled. - And the fruit trader from the crash?

He's inside. But as for the rest, we've drawn a complete blank.

Are you sure that Menardier is up to this..?

Let me stop you, Mr. Chef de Cabinet. Menardier is irreplaceable.

If asked, I would refuse.

Of course. Menardier is a good officer.

Yes, that's right.

However, you can't just go on like this.

Look!

We are two famous hunters. If only the journalists could see us.

This case has been preying on me for several days now.

We must take some initiative

Do something revolutionary.

Or at least come up with an idea.

- Did Mr. Bellegarde come? - Yes, he's been waiting for you.

I broke a fingernail.

Is this your way of punishing me?

- You want to go? - If you like.

No, no. Continue.

It's very simple.

When I'm with you, I believe what you say.

Just like at the market.

- But as soon as I turn my back. . . - Your doubts return.

Yes.

I'd prefer not to see you anymore.

- A very simple matter indeed. - There we go.

I don't see any point in talking about it. Goodbye.

I need you.

I don't think you do.

- I'm scared. - Scared of what?

- Of ending up like Lady Hodwin. - Why should you?

I'm talking too much tonight.

I don't know exactly why I'm afraid. I'm afraid that's all.

Too bad.

You're right.

- I'm sorry, if I sound brutal. - No, I understand.

I've had too much of this game. Last night it was the Laurence

in love and jealous. Tonight, this other...

I've known ten Laurences!

Why should I believe one above the other?

- Maybe because this one is real. - And how do I know?

You might know it from what I say, how I am.

Knowing now your skills as an actress?

I'm not acting now. I have no strength, I dare not lie.

Too late.

Yes, you're right. Maybe I invented a new character.

Besides, why should I be afraid?

Andre! Andre, run!

What is it?

The child. Belphegor is coming!

- No, there's no one. - Go and see, I'm afraid.

Where are you going like that?

Who are you?

Stephanie. Laurence's sister. You don't see the resemblance?

Ah, yes, now you mention it.

I'll open the door.

What's going on?

Laurence says she saw someone in the garden.

But why didn't Laurence ever tell me about you?

You're asking me?

Maybe because I'm dead.

Why did you say you were dead?

- Did that strike you strange? - Yes. So why?

- Maybe because it is true. - I'm not joking.

Do you remember the explosion last year, at the Jouffroy Laboratory?

- Yes. - Well.

I was blown up along with the rest.

Officially. But really only for marital status.

- In fact, I was elsewhere. - Yeah? Where were you?

That's a very indiscreet question.

You made everyone believe you were dead?

- Yes - Why?

- I wanted to get away. - Get away?

You needed to be buried to escape your parents?

My parents, no. My husband, yes. So, I took advantage. Took a trip.

India, Japan... it was amazing! I mean the places, because

the men... what a disappointment!

Kiss me.

- What stops you reappearing now? - It's a little awkward.

With your parents?

Ask Laurence to help. She can help prepare them.

But she won't do it. So, do you want to kiss me?

- No. - Your loss.

My kisses are like apples.

- I better go reassure Laurence. - She's sleeping.

- How? - I gave her a sedative.

I always do when I see her falling prey to her idiotic anxieties.

An apple. Everyone says so.

He's here! He's here!

I'll look.

No, give me it. Get behind him.

You made us sweat. Now it's your turn.

A little gag, to make sure there's no noise

And now you can have a lovely sleep in the fresh air.

That'll teach him to keep his nose out.

Shout when you want breakfast!

Let's go.

No entry.

- But I have to make a statement. - A deposition?

- Yes, I assure you it's important. - Send him to the inspector?

- Okay. - Enter.

Thank you.

- The Inspector? - In the kitchen.

- I would like to see Miss Borel. - Hold on.

- It is urgent. - Yes, but you must wait.

- I'm Andre Bellegarde. - Makes no difference.

You think so?

- Give this to Commissioner Menardier. - He's no longer on this.

- What? - It's Inspector Grue now.

- So I'll talk to him. - And you will wait.

- Listen, something important happened. - And so wait.

- But while I wait... - Quiet, do not panic.

The time will pass.

- Bassereau? - Yes?

- Inspector? - Another time.

- Andre Bellegarde. - Get out. No one is allowed here.

- I want to see Miss Borel. - Go to the women's prison.

- Inspector, you've arrested her? - Do you mind?

- You have no evidence against her. - And this?

- So he did come. - Who?

- Belphegor. - You saw him?

When he entered, no, I was in the kitchen with Stephanie.

- Stephanie? - Laurence's sister.

- She's the one that is dead. - Yeah. I see. Of course!

Listen, young man. I'll say it in the kindest way. You've been

interfering in things that don't concern you for too long now.

- I told the truth. - But no one can confirm it.

Miss Borel said nothing to us about Belphegor

And, contrary to your reports of the living dead

we've been searching the house and found no sign of any sister.

- Listen, let me explain. - I don't have the patience of Menardier.

So put this into your head. I don't want to see you again. Got it?

If not, I'll make it clearer.

Miss Borel.

Good morning.

- It's lovely to see you. - It's not too bad?

- It sucks. - Quiet, you.

You're not allowed to laugh?

It's not forbidden. But it's not expected, which is more serious for you.

- Do you still find me attractive? - Forever Laurence.

- I'm so happy. - Why?

- Belphegor didn't kill me. - It's true, he could have.

I love life so much. I didn't know I could. Even like this.

Alone, with nothing, within the four walls of a prison.

- Do you love me? - Listen, Laurence, you must understand.

- What? - The reason for my visit.

There's nothing to understand. You're here because you love me.

- No. - Liar.

You loved me yesterday, mysterious and elusive. . .

You love me today, victim, shut away, And you would love me tomorrow,

if I were a criminal.

You will you love me forever, because I want it.

- And me? I have no choice? - No.

- I see that you misunderstood me. - Not at all. I've bewitched you.

Come, I will tell you horrible things.

Listen to me, Andre. You are loyal and I betray.

You are honest and I lie. You are good and I will torment.

You are outspoken and I stay silent. And you love your freedom...

And I'll take it from you. Nevertheless, you love me.

How can you have doubts? If it is not witchcraft, what is it?

- Let's talk seriously, please. - I'm very serious.

No. It is always jokes, riddles. Do you have a good lawyer?

- A well known one. - Is there any hope?

Not at the moment. The robe they found is a major clue.

I decided to testify in your favour.

- You'll do that? - Yes

It is a duty I could not shirk.

A small matter of conscience.

I didn't see Belphegor in your garden. But I will say I did.

Finished! Visits are over.

Goodbye.

Do not worry. I'll find a way to get you out of here.

- Can I help you? - I'm here to see the bank's director.

- Who shall I say? - Andre Bellegarde.

Have a seat.

- Mr. Bellegarde, director. - Ah, yes, I just phoned you.

- What is it? - That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

Take a seat.

Mr Bellegarde - this won't do. What are all these cheques

that arrive in your account?

- Cheques? - We get one a day.

- I don't understand. - Really?

Well, you are of course free

to take this attitude.

But we are also free.

To ask you to transfer your account to another bank.

- Another bank? - That's right.

And for your father's sake, to avoid scandal, we'll let the matter drop there.

No we won't. There is no scandal. I don't write cheques that bounce.

Who said anything about bounced checks? I'd almost have preferred that.

- But these cheques... - Not cheques that you're writing.

So what the hell are they?

Cheques that are being paid into your account.

Wait, what? Cheques arriving for me?

One again just this morning.

- Signed by who? - From him.

- It must be a fake. - I hadn't thought of that.

- It has to be, an imitation. - But, no, listen.

There have been many attempted kinds of fraud. But not like this.

The cheques are good. And they are payable - to you.

- So now, I'll pay you the balance. - No, wait.

- Williams. - You understands our predicament?

Williams.

Criminal money has no smell - if it did, you couldn't breathe in here.

But when it comes with connection to such a prominent police case...

Well. The Board of Directors has decided

to close your account.

Would you sign here, please? One hundred and twenty thousand francs.

- Twelve million old francs? - You see, it was worth it.

We've not been involved in a deal like this

since Panama. A long time ago.

Is that the vault?

Mr. Bellegarde?

Mr. Bellegarde, wait!

- We'll find the typewriter. - Are you crazy?

Type print is as unique as a fingerprint.

- So what? - Simple!

Find the machine used to address this envelope

And we discover Belphegor.

- You got something from him? - Here.

- What you are looking for? - Rue Gerard. It's on the postmark.

Oh yeah. Rue Gerard.

It only arrived this morning, we might still have a chance.

Rue Gerard. . . Here it is! The envelope was posted here.

There?

Hey, what's the problem!

- That's the dog! - Are you sure?

Certain. I could pick him out of a thousand. Quick.

I'm going in.

And say what? 'I see you fix cars, so can you tell me,

who wrote this letter?'

- Something like that. - Andre!

So stubborn. . .!

- UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP -

Honey, I don't understand you. Sure, I'm just your guardian.

'Are you too proud?' What does that mean?

You say you've got married. It seems natural to want to know who to.

Okay. I'll wait for you to come back.

I won't deny that I feel...

Okay. Be happy. Love you.

- The youth! - It's always the same.

If something's allowed, they have to do it secretly

And if it's forbidden, they do it in everyone's face.

- What do you want? - I'm sure your kid's not like that.

She'll make a good marriage.

I wish I was sure.

It would have been different if I was her father.

Says who? It would have been the same.

Between parents and children, there's never a way to understand each other.

Look at this place. I bought it for her.

- I wanted to give her a dowry. - And you will.

- Here. What do you think of Lacassagne? - Lacassagne?

The old master. The father of criminology.

Oh, eh, yes, Lacassagne. Superb. The best.

What was it he said? "We must know how to doubt."

Wait I think they're calling me.

Nah, I was wrong. Fancy a coffee?

- Sure. - Yeah, hang on.

Coffee.

It's going well. I've made a pal.

I'm going to hang around and keep my eyes open.

- That could take ages. - I have no choice.

I'm going to find this typewriter. Go now, or you'll ruin everything.

Come on, come on.

- Okay? - All right.

- There you go. - Thank you, sir.

Ill be right back.

- 4:00 pm. Punctual, eh? - It's good of you to look after my office.

- Only natural between neighbours! - I'll be back in an hour.

- Take your time, I'm in no rush. - Okay, see you.

These'll do...

You got a thing for typewriters?

Just to pass the time. I like nice characters.

I like nice characters, too. I hate scum.

- What are you talking about? - The typewriter characters, of course.

Enough. Hands up.

Come on, Mr Typewriter.

Out.

Where is he?

He's gone in there.

He'll come out, sooner or later.

When, sausage head? When there are witnesses?

- You have to go after him. - I'll go.

- Find him? - No!

What are you doing standing there? Get up there.

Block his way out.

- Hey, Eduard! Eduard! - What?

- Still nothing? - No!

- He's over there? - And how could he be?

You kidding? This heap is like a piece of Swiss cheese.

Go and see.

- Hey, Roux? - Yes?

I've looked everywhere. Maybe he got away already.

Look! Like hunting rabbits. If he's in there he'll be out quick!

- He's here! I can see him! - Stay there.

There he is!

Look out!

Get back!

- Anything? - Nothing.

And you?

Okay. We go for broke.

- No sign. - He can't have got away.

The trunk!

Ah, there you are young man. Outside, the spree is over.

Walk!

SUBTITLES BY. . . BELPHEGOR!