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A phantom haunts the Louvre.

Where does it come from? What does it seek?

This is the mystery that Commissioner Menardier,

helped by daughter Colette and young student Andre Bellegard,

is determined to solve, no matter what

Commissioner Menardier, And my daughter, Colette.

Yes, Colette Menardier. Forgive me.

- You in the police, too? - No. As if.

The salient facts of this disturbing story:

A mysterious man, Williams,

with a lifelong interest in the occult sciences

learned from an old scholar, Hiquet,

that the treasure of the Rosicrucians is hidden in the Louvre

The treasure is a metal, precious and miraculous,

said to be the metal of Paracelsus

with all the features of gold and radium.

Williams wants it. But where is the metal?

Hiquet doesn't know.

His manuscript says nothing about it.

To discover the hiding place Williams uses a medium:

. . .Belphegor.

And so finally Williams succeeds

He takes the metal and flees.

Wrapped up in this affair are the Hiquet twins, Laurence and Stephanie.

Laurence strikes up an ambiguous relationship with Andre.

She makes him believe she loves him. And just maybe, it's true.

But she uses the power she has over him to watch and control his movements

and obstruct him from uncovering her friend, Williams.

When Andre realises her betrayal, he is enraged

She vows she loves him truly, but he doesn't believe her anymore.

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

in love and jealous, tonight, there is this other.

I have known ten Laurences!

How can I believe one over the other?

Meanwhile, there is a stranger story unfolding.

Laurence is getting nervous

fearing the vengeance of Belphegor.

As she reveals to Andre.

One night, the ghost creeps into her house.

Following Andre's intervention, it flees.

But before it does it manages to strike against Laurence

by leaving in her home a very compromising article

Its robe.

The successor of Menardier,

put on the case after his failure to get results,

finds it, and arrests the young woman.

Andre promises to testify in her favour that he saw the ghost.

and that it was the ghost that left the garment.

Poor Andre.

Belphegor can not tolerate any more of his investigation

And so he becomes a target.

And is captured by a murderous gang.

Out. The spree is over.

Walk!

They lock him on the second floor of a house

by a junkyard, down a blind alley.

Only one person has any idea where he is

Commissioner Menardier's daughter, Colette...

What do you want me to say? You're a second-rate thug.

Second-rate? With muscles like these?

Physique doesn't come into it.

Look at you, all anxious waiting for orders.

Are you afraid we'll manage to let him escape, huh?

Do you know why we're doing this?

This right here.

Maybe you're rich, though?

- No. - So, why complicate matters?

What are you reading that's so interesting?

A thing about prehistory and the origins of man.

- Any good? - It's something to read.

Do you know what differentiates man from animals?

- No. - The shape of the seat.

I assure you, it is written here. Professor Bonfroit.

That's what allows you to stand. Do you understand?

Yeah? And you say physique doesn't count? You should remove your hat before me.

You're an idiot.

Second rate thug? With this build?

Here, give us, I'm going to take a read at that.

Wait. Listen. It's the news.

They might say something about us.

Serious incidents last night in the capital

of Balochistan left six people dead and twenty-two wounded.

Following the unrest, martial law has been declared...

Get along to the corner, then from there getting down's easy.

- You think we can get down? - Absolutely. Come on.

Look out! The ledge is very narrow.

Colette?

What's wrong?

- I'm scared. - Scared? Why now?

- You've already done this. - I've no more strength.

- You won't fall. I'm coming back for you. - What do you care? You love Laurence.

My God, Colette! You want to speak about love

while we're in this position? I love you.

And now, come on.

- Don't make me laugh. - Yeah. Maybe not the right time.

- Why her? - Why him?

Because he knows.

Maybe no one.

No one now, certainly. Good work.

We can't stay here.

Quick!

He certainly has luck, that Bellegarde.

If you had stayed in prison another 24 hours, this would be over.

If you say so.

- What do you see in him? - It's a whim. You know that.

A whim - in our situation?

It's an order. Leave him alone.

Do you have any other orders like this?

- Yes, another one. - What's that?

- I want to see Belphegor. - Why?

He came to me late at night. Why? He left his robe. Why?

It was part of a plan to compromise Bellegarde.

- First I heard of it. - It was better if you didn't know.

Continue. Invent something else.

No, Williams. I warn you, I'm tired of your subterfuge.

- What are you going to do? - I will see Belphegor.

- No! - Ssh!

This way.

Strange place to choose.

Thanks to Bellegarde, I didn't great choice.

Scared?

Of what?

Go ahead.

I hope this place looks better by day.

By night, it's too creepy.

My workshop.

- The whole story of Belphegor laid out. - The whole story?

No.

Just a few memories.

Looks to me like you're in love with him.

You want something to drink?

Whatever you have.

You've made so many drawings.

Did you come up with the costume first go? Where did you get the idea?

Through the medium.

- A little water. - Oh, sorry.

- Here. - Thank you.

- Please, it's a pleasure to do it. Makes a change from... - Belphegor?

- Yes, Belphegor. - Why?

It's a cripple, weak, helpless

- Because of the child? - Yes, because of the child.

Always in need of support, someone to guide him.

It's hateful.

I don't understand.

- No? - No.

Belphegor acts completely under hypnotic control

If he's weak, helpless, surely that's normal

I don't understand why you'd find it such a burden.

Do you plan to go on defending Bellegarde?

- What business is it of yours? - And yours?

- It amuses me. - Admit it, you love him.

- Sometimes. - But that's unbelievable!

A guy with no personality, when you could be with. . .

Who? You?

And why not?

You took a long time to tell me.

- I never dared. - Go on, then, dare.

Dare it.

- Think what you like, but I love you. - How?

It's not your looks I love. That's only a screen for what you really are.

I don't love the visible, but the invisible.

Beautiful compliment. Any woman would be flattered.

"Love."

It's just another game we play to distract ourselves from our suffering.

I offer a different kind of love, a different form of possession.

- More beautiful, more real. - And more painful, perhaps.

Imagine your soul, abandoned to my will. The light! The violence!

I think you had the museum guard killed just for your amusement.

I'll take you far above all that, into a world of fantasy and beauty.

I'd be a puppet in your hands. With neither will nor freedom.

No. I never wanted to be part of your experiments

Not in the beginning and not now.

Very well, then.

- But no more of Bellegarde. - Or what?

Or you risk getting in trouble, too.

- Are you going to get Belphegor? - No.

So in matters visible, you're simply a liar. Belphegor, or I disappear.

And you'll never see me again.

Seriously. Belphegor or nothing.

Very well.

If that's what you want. But I should warn you it might take time.

- Another drink? - Gladly.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

I'll see you later.

- Stephanie! You? - As you see.

But. . . you wanted to kill me?

Don't be stupid. Scare you at most.

- Who sent you? - Belphegor.

Laurence! You're only a few minutes older than me. Don't forget it.

- Who sent you? - But I told you...

Do you want another?

Oh, I'm fed up with these stories. It was Williams.

Surprised?

- Not really. I know you're smart. - Thank you.

- You're a young man who's intelligent, brave... - Thanks again.

But don't think these lovely compliments are going to work.

- What are you doing? - Calling the police.

Wait!

- Don't move. This isn't a joke. - Wait. Let's talk.

- You think you're in movie? - A movie?

Sure, it's the classic situation: Man enters, has a gun in his hand,

his opponent at his mercy.

But, like an idiot, instead of taking advantage of it,

he starts talking.

- A little careless. - A little.

But sometimes it's the only way to find out the value of things.

Too dear for me.

Cards on the table. True, I'm hoping to buy time for help to arrive.

But I think you too would want to buy these few minutes.

- Impossible. - They are worth a fantastic amount.

I'll tell you everything.

We're not haggling over some deal.

- No. This is poker. - How?

There are risks and benefits for us both.

If I tell you everything, before anyone arrives to help me,

I'll lose, and I'll have no hope in court.

But you, if you reject my proposal, you have no chance.

You will never know the secret.

No one will ever get me to talk.

So?

What do you say?

No.

Three more numbers, and Belphegor vanishes into thin air.

One more.

I'll take the risk.

- Bravo. - But listen.

- You tell me everything.. - Whatever you want.

Remember. You've still not escaped.

It's right here.

Just one trick.

I'm listening.

- Should I start from the beginning? - Yes, but hurry up.

I've always been interested in the occult sciences.

I belonged to a group of like-minded souls. But it languished.

Then, one day, there came a new discovery of great hope.

One of the secrets of the Rosicrucians had been found.

- I know all that. - But it was hidden in the Louvre.

It was Laurence's father...

He found some old papers. You're wasting time.

What, then? What do you want to know?

Who is Belphegor?

- That's not fair. - Why?

If I answer, I have nothing else to sell.

It's the only thing that interests me.

Do what you want!

I'll have some hassles, but nothing like you imagine.

- They'll condemn you. - On what evidence? What testimony?

Four witnesses saw you leaving the warehouse

Where Lady Hodwin was killed.

Four witnesses to buy or intimidate.

- And me? - You?

Yes, me. What will you do? You going to buy or intimidate me?

- Neither one nor the other. - What?

I'm not a fool. You're my best card.

- Me? - Of course.

- You don't plan to commit perjury? - Not a chance.

So, what are going to say? You saw me in the basement of the Louvre? Well!

I was in the basement, while Belphegor was upstairs.

- It exonerates me completely. - It is you who controls Belphegor.

- Explain that to a jury. - You're a coward.

Don't talk nonsense. "Coward." What does it even mean?

A man without courage. Who uses a mindless slave and a child.

And? Is it me who walks around at night in the Louvre?

Is it the scientist who goes to the moon? No, he sends machines

Or weapons. Which is the same thing.

- You digress. - No. This is the crux of the matter.

You can not judge me against a common yardstick.

The modern hero is the scientist.

- Do you consider yourself a scientist? - Or a poet.

It is for the sake of poetry that you killed Sabourel?

- Accident. - For the last time. Who's Belphegor?

Belphegor! Belphegor!

I have more important things to tell you.

I don't care.

- So. I'm forced to tell you. - Exactly.

But I fear you'll regret it.

That's my business.

Quick!

- Why were you there? - I followed you.

- In a car? - I hid.

- In ours? - Yes.

- Why did you turn out the lights? - I prefer to live without caution.

- But you can't see anything. - I know the way by heart.

- We'll be in Paris in an hour. - Let's hope so.

- I'm going away. Abroad. - Probably the best thing.

Join me?

I proposed to Colette.

That news was a little abrupt.

Maybe I should have sweetened it. But what would be the point?

No, you're right.

- You get out here. - Why?

That's a station. Sooner or later, a train will come along.

- And you? - I'm going back.

- To Williams? - Yes.

Are you crazy?

It's the best solution. We all go back into our places.

Will you kiss me?

You don't want to?

It's a strange business.

I feel like the bunny a cousin of mine had.

What bunny?

A rabbit he had, when he was three years old.

That bunny always wanted my cousin to play with him

If he felt neglected, he'd run in front of him do some hops and jumps.

One day the child fell asleep and the rabbit got lost.

Went down a hole and disappeared. I suppose, to die.

- It's a very sad story. - No. Not for you.

I hope you will forget what there was between us...

And remember only this moment.

I just went down a hole, too.

Like the rabbit.

And disappeared.

Now, go away.

Call me.

Promise?

So you're back.

Yes.

- Where is Andre? - On a train.

- I'm going to tell Williams. - No, it's okay.

Why?

I drove without headlights. He couldn't see the road.

- Why did you come back? - It's over.

- With Andre? - Yes.

So what's the problem, that makes everything much simpler.

- You sad? - Not any more.

- But you will be later again? - I hope not to notice.

- How? - I'm going to find distractions.

You're right. You have plenty to choose from.

To begin with...

I want to know who Belphegor is.

Go.

- Did you hear? - Yeah. Don't worry. I'll take care of everything.

- How long did they question you? - One hour. But it wasn't bad.

There really wasn't much I could tell them.

- So it's over? - That's what I'm afraid of.

- Could you get my boat for me? - Sure.

It won't cross the fountain all the way. I don't know why.

It can cross the Atlantic.

Here.

I'm the port of New York. Would you like to be the port of Marseille?

If you want.

You sit there. And when it arrives, you can send it back.

Okay.

Williams will pay her back for my escape. She's in danger.

Send!

Today you worry about her, The other day, me.

- Well, I guess life isn't a party. - Colette.

It's simple. To get your attention, I just need to put my life in danger.

What do you mean?

I'm jealous. Can't you see?

Because I worry about her?

- Do you think she's worth it? - Of course.

- She's a criminal! - Come on.

- Okay, the accomplice of a criminal. - You don't understand.

Sure, and you've made a huge effort to understand.

I you gave me even a tenth of the thought you gave her, maybe. . .

But as it stands, this situation is just unbearable for me.

Wind it right up, even if the spring breaks!

I love you.

And so? Why?

- Like you say. - You love her too?

- I can't explain it. - Can't you even try to?

A spell. Yes. It sounds stupid but there's no other explanation.

A charm, if you'd prefer

- And you can't break it? - I have to know she'll be safe first.

She'll never be safe. If only not to lose you.

So, too bad for her, eh? Come on. Let's not talk about it anymore, huh?

A spell.

Yes. A magnificent, beautiful dream. But a dream all the same.

And so, nothing.

A beautiful explanation to give to all the girls kept waiting.

All the women betrayed. A spell.

Well, I don't know how to cast them. But I know how to break this one.

- Leave it to the police. - But now it's this guy Grue.

So? He's a good man, Grue.

I'd prefer if it was still your father.

- Choose: either her or me. - I owe her.

Let me do what I have to, then we'll never mention her again. I swear.

- Give me five days. - No.

- Three. - Nothing.

- Listen to me, Laurence. - Laurence!?

Forget it. It's no use.

Forgive me. Maybe I'm not very intelligent. Plus: I love you.

It doesn't solve anything. Or maybe, it solves everything.

Do what you want to. But don't ask anything else of me.

- What more could I ask you? - To understand you.

We not playing anymore?

No. We're not playing anymore.

So, what next? We take him to the station?

- No, leave him. - Don't you want to question him?

It won't achieve anything. Did you hear what they said?

Yes. It's true. He doesn't know where the building is.

See? Okay, wait in the car.

Perhaps bringing together various clues and using the traffic police. . .

Yes, thanks, I know the music.

- What's the matter? - Nothing!

Yeah, okay, maybe it's better to interrogate Andrea again.

- Come on, go. And tell Grue to hurry it. - I'll be more than happy.

Sorry, I got to bed very late last night. Let me finish quickly.

Imagine.

- You have to do that every day? - Of course.

Every day, and every day with great care.

And don't believe that women enjoy it.

There, I'm done.

How's Belphegor going?

Fine.

Something's eating you.

Life in retirement.

- You're really down. - Why?

Retirement?

If I was a great sportsman, a great seducer,

a great man of action, I'd need to be young, sure.

But I'm none of those.

Thanks.

Retirement - you just get brushed off, just like that.

- Is it going that badly? - It sucks.

Why?

Because of Bellegarde. He completely screwed the pooch.

Just my bad luck. And I'd thought it through so well.

It was hard enough getting them to accept my plan:

I pretend to be out of the way, the police seem to have nothing,

Meanwhile, out of sight, I'm working and have them in the palm of my hand

What - you know who Belphegor is?

- Well, of course. - Who is it?

- I'm sorry. - Sorry.

Anyway, it's a minor detail.

Want to go get a coffee?

No, I must go home. I have no more reason to hide now.

And your daughter might worry.

- Accept my apology. - For what?

- For not having married you yet. - It's never too late.

No. But it's very late, though. And I'm very sad about that.

- Hello. - Hello, honey.

Wait, sorry, there's something burning.

- I'm making it for you. - It doesn't matter.

- I went to the deli. - Oh, I'm not so happy about that.

Why?

There's a certain lady over there who makes eyes at you.

- As if. Look at me! - My poor dad.

You really are naive.

Anyway, I've told you. I do not want you talking to her.

She's not the woman for you.

- Let's stop with this comedy. - What comedy?

- I have a confession. - A confession?

- Come on. - Hold on.

Sit down.

Closer.

So...

- You make me sit down and you get up? - I've lied to you.

What?

Yes. When your mother died, it created a particular

scenario between us two. A false one.

Don't interrupt me. You started to take care of me

I let you... and I still do. And I took on the role of

the man who would be lost if it wasn't for his work,

and his daughter. And all this is nice,

and charming, and it gave you something. But the reality is very different.

For the last five years, there's been a woman in my life.

Why didn't you tell me?

I thought you'd think I was trying to replace your mother

and I couldn't face that.

- These are the ideas you get... - What's her name?

Irene Nando.

And I'm going to marry her.

- Marry her? - I'm not asking for permission.

A father asking his daughter for the hand of his girlfriend,

it would be ridiculous.

But I guess I'd like to know it was okay with you.

- I don't want you to be upset. - But I don't mind at all.

I'll marry one day, too. If I can convince Andre.

- You'll figure it out. - I don't want to figure it. I want to act.

It's just a misunderstanding.

What convinces you Laurence is more beautiful and alluring than me?

Sure, you can have patience and understand everything,

But it doesn't change anything.

You are lovely, but you're dangerous.

- Why? - You have energy to spare.

But you're very impulsive and lacking in psychology.

Not that you're to blame. It's my fault.

I let you take too much responsibility. This is the result.

What should I do, in your opinion?

- Nothing? - Pretty much.

The problem is far simpler than you think.

Really?

I'll work it out with two words.

- He is sincere? - Yes

- He says he love you? - Yes

If he is sincere and loves you, what else are you looking for?

You have to trust him.

When do I meet Irene?

I'll get it.

Telegram.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

COME TO THE LOUVRE ALONE TONIGHT. I'LL BE THERE - BELPHEGOR.

What the hell's this now?

Yes, you can believe your eyes. Milk.

Is there nothing you can take to help just cut down your drinking?

- Oh, yeah. Many products. - Have you tried any?

For a year I was on drops that made wine taste like shit.

And, believe it or not, I drank just the same.

Seriously?

- No, the only medicine... - ...is willpower.

- Nothing beats the man who's made up his mind. - What do you want?

Come on! You still holding a grudge against poor Menardier?

After so many months?

You can go now.

- What do you want? - You received a telegram.

- Who, me? - I already phoned your wife.

Come on, show me it.

Thank you.

Here we are. 'Come to The Louvre alone tonight. I'll be there - Belphegor.'

We've got three hours to kill. What do you fancy? Game of pool?

- Uh, yeah. - Come on, then.

- Cigarette? - No, thank you.

You like the Louvre all cleaned up like this?

It looks a little like some of her history has been washed away.

But I like it. Yes.

It's nice.

It will be even nicer when we've cleaned up inside, too.

I wonder why they called us both. A little strange, no?

If I'm not mistaken, there will also be a third.

- Who? - Here he is.

Invited too?

- So, what do we do? - We go in.

Let's go.

Stephanie.

- But why her? - There are many advantages.

Williams makes us go to the Louvre, and there, in front of us,

Belphegor is killed, leaving us with a name and a face: Stephanie.

Meanwhile, for him, it gets rid of a dangerous witness.

So Stephanie is not Belphegor?

Without the slightest doubt. What is important to know now...

Is why - or for who - she agreed to play the role tonight.

- She's awake. But don't tire her. - Thank you.

Stephanie?

- . . . Laurence. - Where is Laurence?

Laurence.

Where is Laurence?

Where is Williams hiding?

Doctor, the pulse is weak.

- Please. - There's a woman's life at stake.

And here, too.

Prepare an IV.

We have to find that house.

I might have an idea.

- Anyone there? - No!

Oh, my friendly neighbour. Long time no see.

- Commissioner Menardier. - What do you want?

I some questions.

Let's hear them.

Okay if I continue? I have some urgent work.

No, that's fine. As long as you look at me when I'm talking to you.

Okay let's get it over with, then.

- So? - Williams. Do you know this name?

- Think about it carefully. - Never heard of him.

Imagine that one day you wound up in the Court of Assizes.

- Why would I? - As an accomplice, for example.

If that happened, it might be useful if you had responded 'Yes.'

Maybe so. But I say: 'No.'

Commissioner!

The dog.

- The one Colette saw? - Yes, I'm sure.

And look.

Hey.

Hey, Mr Great And Busy Worker. Is this your pet?

- Yes. - Had it long?

Eh, yes.

So why this name here?

I bought it.

- But you forget from whom. - Is it forbidden to buy a dog?

- No. But one changes the collar. - Maybe. Just something else I've forgotten.

Okay. Let's cut the crap. First, the purchase of this yard

was a set-up. And second, you came to some agreement

with the "former" owner: Williams.

- What's this? A serialised novel? - I want Williams's address.

Calm down. Are you questioning me as witness or as accomplice?

Because that's two very different things. If it's as an accomplice,

I will speak only in the presence of a lawyer.

Listen. Tell us where Williams is and we'll leave you in peace.

Do you think I want to go to so much trouble over something so simple?

A woman is in danger for her life.

Nothing to say? You could pay dearly for your silence.

Fine.

Present yourself to the police today.

- He knows. - Could be.

- You have to get him to talk. - We can't force him.

Come on!

- Are you crazy? - Still know nothing?

- You pair of bastards! - The address!

- Stay back. - The address!

Go to hell.

You're a child.

You still have milk in your mouth. You'd never go all the way.

Come on then. Come on!

The address!

Quai des Orfevres. The police HQ!

Bastard!

The address.

Cormeilles-en-Parisis rue des Guideurs.

- Williams? - It's me.

- Stephanie is in the hospital. - What? She didn't die?

- Apparently not. - Keep me informed.

- What have you done? - What are you imagining now?

Laurence! Laurence!

Laurence!

- Laurence, listen! - Get off me!

- I'll make you pay for this. - But what do you think I've done?

It is clear: kill Stephanie dressed as Belphegor. Case closed.

- And you can slip away quietly. - That doesn't make any sense.

You going to explain to the police.

Why would Stephanie agree to that?

Because you didn't explain how it was going to end.

It's ridiculous. Give me a few more days,

and you'll see everything will work out.

Tell it to Menardier.

Listen. If you insist in this, I might have to change my attitude.

Think carefully before taking such a step.

- I've already thought. - Think again.

- Come on, let me drive. - No.

- Let me drive. - No!

- Laurence! - Get off me!

Laurence!

You know what to expect if you go to the police?

- I'll swap one prison for another - What?

At least I get rid of you.

If you think so...

Now, listen.

We could get away, go abroad.

A quiet life.

Are you telling me you'd prefer to go back to jail?

Better inside than with you.

But what have I done?

I don't understand. Haven't I always been your friend?

In your own way.

Haven't I always helped you?

- Yes. - So well then!

Now you even accuse me of trying to kill your sister.

Your sister, by the way, who is already out of danger.

Instead of running to the police, you should ask me to help you again.

No, I really can't understand you.

Why? Talk to me, tell me something.

You forced me to betray myself.

- You really think so? - Yes

I want to find myself again at all costs.

I'm just ashamed. When I was with you, I became someone else, another.

- Explain. - I don't know how.

- Are you talking about your contradictions? - Maybe.

It's the first time that you've complained about them.

It is the first time I've been in love.

- Bellegarde? - Yes, Bellegarde.

For him I wanted to be simple, clear.

But rather, you're twisted and filled with dark things.

Simple and clear.

In my opinion, it's him who's not right for you.

Yes.

Patience. Wait a few days.

No, Andre has opened my eyes.

I'm finished with waking up with a troubled conscience.

Maybe I can look the day in the face without blushing.

And I'm responsible for all this shame?

I don't know.

I never want to see you again.

That bloody nonentity! How he's reduced you!

To a woman who finally loves.

If you wanted, I could make you something else. Something much more.

- Believe me, it's not too late. - No.

Listen, just for a few days, we can stay in hiding.

I already told you. I want to be simple and clear.

And in the light of the sun.

You will not have much sun in jail.

- But after that, I'll have peace. - Long after.

Aggravated robbery, murder. . .

Belphegor and you will pay for that. I'm not your accomplice.

Belphegor will not pay anything. He is safe.

- That's not right. - Why?

- It's a despicable being. - Careful, Laurence.

It is a despicable being, cold, ruthless, a killing machine.

You didn't always think so.

I didn't realise it then.

And how will you explain this to the judges?

It will be more difficult to explain that I once had admiration for you.

- But no more? - No. Since I discovered...

- What? - What you are. Just another criminal.

But that's not true!

Yes, to begin with, I was thinking about money...

But then I discovered Belphegor and everything changed.

The Metal Of Paracelsus. Sure. Not something you discover every day.

But Belphegor! Belphegor is my true masterpiece.

It's he who gives me power beyond my dreams, who can make

me the master of men.

And when you're in control, you'll be finished? Complete?

Yes, complete! And to get there I will use any means. Any violence.

I love violence. It agrees with me completely.

It is a trick of the weak that we should be afraid of it.

Believe me. Annihilating the will of others is like a drug.

Once you have the habit, You can't do without it.

With your delusions of grandeur and your passion for Belphegor,

why waste time with me? Leave me alone. Go follow your way.

- That's precisely what's impossible. - Why?

- Because Belphegor is you. - No.

- It's you. - No. I would know.

You go so far under, so far away that you forget everything.

But how?

I've never seen anything like it. You have a great gift for the abyss.

So now. Your insults and accusations who really deserves them?

In appearance, at least, you've acted worse than me.

No!

Are you sure you didn't know? There is an inclination toward

cruelty in you which you do not realise.

It was you who killed Sabourel. I didn't ask for it to be done.

- It was you who attacked Andre. - No. It was Belphegor.

And Belphegor cannot act without your intervention.

If you think that, you don't know him. I first called him up, it is true,

But now he is in charge.

And now he is awakening. He's waking up and you feel it.

That mysterious force that suddenly invades you,

Drags you, drowns you. It is him! It's Belphegor! It's you!

Laurence!

Laurence, it's useless! Where can you escape?

The poison is in you. Laurence!

I'm the one who called you. They're over there.

No, don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Cease fire!

Williams!

Williams!

Williams!

We're no longer in the days of the Wild West.

Williams! You listening to me?

Stay there.

You have no chance. Drop the gun.

Who told you we were here? Laurence?

Dumber than that. It was the yard watchman.

Things are always simpler than you imagine.

It's over, Williams. Belphegor will walk the Louvre no more.

Nor his double, Stephanie. Yes I also know you arranged that stunt.

Give me the gun.

Laurence!

Jump, Laurence.

What are you waiting for? You can never be free.

Laurence, you are lost.

All is lost. You are lost.

It's over for you. Jump!

Get that bloody microphone, Folco!

It was you who killed Sabourel.

It's in you! No rest.

No rest but silence!

You think you can be free? Not as long as you live!

There's no other way out for you now!

Laurence, listen to me!

End it!

Laurence!

It was her only solution. She couldn't go on like this.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have gathered you here to hear

the reading of the will of my client, Lady Hodwin. So.

The following associations will boast of having been

for a certain period, beneficiaries of my patronage

The International Red Cross, The British Labour Party...

But in the end I decided... not to leave them any money.

I leave, however, five thousand pounds to poor Stephanie, who was

driven by idiocy, ambition, or love

to act as stand-in for her sister, Laurence, alias, Belphegor.

For Andre Bellegarde and his pretty girlfriend, Colette...

I leave, with infinite joy, my collection of phonographs.

To Gautrais, I leave my castle in Scotland...

with hunting attached. Meanwhile, for the prefecture of police...

along with my apologies for joking with him so

I will my property in Besinet. . .

What a nice old woman! I was stunned.

I didn't expect to receive our first engagement present from her.

- Will we go to the movies? - Yes

So, let's go.

- What is it? - Nothing.

- Come on. - Will you accept that gift?

- Of course. Why? - I don't know.

They are magnificent objects, fit for for a museum.

Anyway, I will work out how to fix them.

And we can put them in our living room.

It will make a nice souvenir, keep the memory alive.

And that's why we shouldn't!

- Jealous? - Wary.

Why?

I wonder if there is a hint of malice.

- From Lady Hodwin? - Yes

I don't agree. She is the only sympathetic character in this story.

And the only one to have sympathy for us.

Why mistrust her now?

- Andre? - Yes?

- Turn down that inheritance. - But you're being stupid.

With you, you never know. You see adventures everywhere.

Just a nod and off you go. You let yourself be overwhelmed.

Colette.

I don't want my life to be a movie serial.

Even if I was the hero?

But it's been just like one! Remember how it started.

Everything was calm and quiet, then, out of curiosity,

You run into some old guy among the junk shops and. . .

Oh, look!

Rags and bones! Rags and bones!

- A bit like that. - Just as I spoke about him.

- A coincidence? - But are there coincidences?

- So, the adventure is over? - Finished.

Rags and bones! Bring out your old junk!

SUBTITLES BY. . . BELPHEGOR!