MR 73 Page #2

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as if nothing had happened.

It was that, or I shot us all.

- Baralier!

- Present.

- Bonot!

- Present.

- Bozeil!

- Present.

Riu!

Riu?

"Give us this day our daily bread,

"forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive trespasses to others,

"Lead us not into temptation,

deliver us from evil,

"For Thine is the kingdom,

"the power and the glory,

"forever and ever,

"Amen."

O Lord,

You who suffer the death

of Your friends,

Let us not sink

into the grief of death

of our loved ones...

It pains You,

the death of those we love.

Through Christ who agonized

for each of us,

You suffer for all our ordeals.

Through his Resurrection,

You alleviate

our burdens,

open our eyes

to the amazement of love.

Through him, you tell us

over and over:

"You, come to me,

"I am gentle and humble of heart,

"in me, you shall find peace,

"and by trusting in me,

"find recovery."

Rest,

recovery...

those are words who rarely echo

in everyone's heart, here.

Words

that have no place facing the pain

and the grief

of all the tears shed

since that day,

the day when Helen and Etienne

were removed from us, so brutally.

Shut up!

Stop it!

Shut up!

Justine,

I'm leaving.

We're going home.

Not coming to the buffet?

Kids are tired,

Franois works tomorrow.

Why come if it bores you?

Don't start.

This buffet matters, dammit!

To whom?

To Granpa, to you, to us!

I'll remember my way,

don't teach me!

I should've...

Should've what?

Let him kill us?

Yes, you should have.

These are her last photos.

Take one.

Gives me pleasure...

You have kids, Mr Schneider?

I have a little girl.

We put kids in this world...

We live in fear of losing them...

We reassure ourselves saying

misfortune

is for others, not for us.

Then one day, it happens.

Wrecks everything,

all your memories,

all your feelings,

empties your heart of tears.

Settles in and watches you suffer.

You say you'll never survive it,

and then...

Then life...

takes hold of you.

You don't know why.

When I saw you at the gate,

I thought...

you'd come to say

you'd arrested him.

I need to see your daughter's room.

Yes, of course.

Come along.

It was her dog, Marius.

Her 10th birthday gift.

They were inseparable.

She took him everywhere.

There was no dog,

when she was found.

We were keeping him.

As we did when she went abroad,

for her work.

Is it still here?

No.

He let himself die.

You still here?

Subra!

Come along.

25 years ago you entered my house

to destroy my family...

You plunged my life into darkness.

That night, I found out

that monsters weren't fantasies.

They had a face:

Yours.

Now my parents are dead,

my dreams are shattered,

and the monster is getting out.

Everybody forgot him,

except me.

Pregnant.

Where you going?

I have an appointment.

Working tonight?

I may stop by.

What's with this mutt?

It was at Michle Sanders' place.

What were you doing there?

You're off the case!

Are you addicted to sh*t?

Shut up, cover me,

and go along with me.

It may even move you up a rung.

It'll get me a reprimand,

and directing traffic!

How did you know it was there?

I didn't.

And you went there?

Intuition...

So after she was killed,

it was alone 10 days,

and no one heard it howl?

Guess so...

Excuse me.

Put him on.

Give me a bottle of J&B.

I have no right to sell to you.

Don't be a pain.

You're the pain.

Didn't you want a dog?

Yeah, but...

Be gentle,

he had an unhappy childhood.

It was HQ. We got a 5th victim.

What shakes?

Suzanne Sarquier, 42,

unmarried, architect.

Seems she's been dead

over a week.

Same body position,

same style, same bruises.

It's signed.

We've been aced a 5th time.

The lady's doggie.

He was guarding the stiff.

Jumped on us, when he saw us.

Over a week, you say?

The flatfoot said that.

Schneider, get back to your desk.

You need me, Kovalski, you know it.

Let me glance inside.

- I need you? Since when?

- Since forever.

You're benched.

Deal with complaints,

and don't bug us.

I'll take you back, Louis.

You'll be to blame

for the next stiffs.

Ask your wife, when you see her.

Get lost, you!

Stop that, both of you!

Cut it out!

That's enough!

Cut it out, Louis!

C'mon, I said!

Kovalski filed a complaint.

IA's coming. It's beyond me.

Means a formal inquiry.

And a breathalyzer.

Wanna know if I'm loaded? I am!

Or I send you

to a hospital for a blood sample.

Do what you want,

I won't blow in it.

Why'd you react that way?

You may end up on a beat.

For you, it's the end.

You want that?

I wanted to do my job.

How can you, Marie?

What?

Let that pig, Kovalski, mount you?

How can you?

He's f***ed every whore in town.

You'll let him destroy me?

You were warned.

Please leave us.

Breathalyzer result?

Negative.

Happy birthday, Camille!

Happy birthday, Camille!

Again!

You taken the photo?

Take it!

Shut up!

Why did you tie one on?

I've found the link, George.

All the victims had a pet.

That's our clue.

I've put it down for you.

Nicole Breton had no dog.

Not when we got there.

But there was a dog-basket,

I saw it on a photo.

I contacted

the squad that found the body.

They confirmed it:

There was a mutt there.

A yapping mini-poodle,

the janitor took it off their hands.

The Renoir girl also had a dog.

I went back:

Her mother confirmed it.

There's millions of pets,

and as many owners.

- Isn't it pure chance?

- No.

That's how the f***er gets in.

The animals know him.

KILLER STRIKES AGAIN

Cop slugfest

Charles Subra arrested

What is it?

Nothing.

You read the papers, now?

Sometimes.

It's time you got a life, Justine.

I can't stand it.

Who asked you to?

Hi. Can I speak to the officer

on this photo?

- You a reporter?

- No.

What do you want with him?

It's personal.

Mateo? It's Roques.

Someone wants to talk to Schneider,

will you see her?

I'll send her up.

Office 215, 2nd floor.

My colleague'll take you.

It's a pleasure.

- Thanks.

- That's OK.

He getting into her pants?

If he can still get it up.

Champ, give your gloves a rest!

Left, left right. Go on!

Lay it on!

Bye, deadbeats!

Some guys say

you spill to the press.

Talk behind my back, you see my ass.

F*** your ass!

How much you get for that sh*t?

I got nothing, stop it!

The cops are a family, Jumbo.

Don't rat on 'em!

Where's your DNA report

in the Rosenberg case?

You got it, don't crap me.

I got zilch, don't f*** with me!

I put it in your slot.

Ask Schneider, he was with me.

That f***er!

Don't waste water!

This where you live?

Can you sleep

with all these stiffs around?

What do you want?

Guess!

Something intended for me.

What can you mean?

Don't make me wreck this place, pal.

Nice cat.

Leave it alone.

The report

and the DNA samples. Fast!

Dirty beast!

Subra, you're getting a roomie.

He's just a bit depressive,

you can help him.

Get him back among the living.

- What's he in for?

- Killed his wife.

No point in bawling!

God called your wife back,

by dispatching her,

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