Peur sur la ville (Fear Over the City) Page #2

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Police! Open up!

'You ok?

Yes, fine.

He really does have a bleeding heart!

Call for an ambulance!

What did you say?

-I didn't say anything

-Oh.

Thank you.

About time we get to take a break!

Can't you see I'm bleeding to death?

-What did he say?

-That he's dying.

Tell him I don't care.

He doesn't care.

Call an... ambulance.... God...

Why did you shoot?

Talk first, then we call the ambulance.

And if I die... you'll be responsible.

You think we can get over the remorse?

Won't be easy.

Let him die and see how we survive the shock.

Come back!

You called us?

The suitcase.

Hidden compartment.

The ambulance...

Hurry...

Norah Elmer, rings a bell?

What?

My darling, I know this will upset you but I must leave France..

You never intended to call an ambulance, just wanted to kill me...

What was that?

I gave you the drugs, I'm dying and you're reading me love letters!

Go away.

She's dead.

Norah?

-YOU killed her!

-Me?

Tell us the truth and you're in a hospital in 5 minutes.

Why would have I killed Norah?

I think we can forget it, call him an ambulance.

Hello? This is inspector chief Letellier.

Yeah, send me a... hold on for a second.

Say, while were at it, who supplied you with dope?

Oh, sh*t...

I would get a phone call, then deal at a bar called

"La Fregate".

It was never the same guy.

Well there you go!

What's going on, are we closed today?

Where could they be?

We're not bothering you, are we?

Happy birthday, boss!

No way...

He came back?

Your new source, the "peanut salesman", just called

Marcucci is back in Paris.

To Paris.

Here, give me another shot.

Aside from that, we got the pathologist report

on Norah Elmer.

She might have died before hitting the ground.

The doctor noted cardiac fibrillation.

They can be caused by intense fear, a provoke a heart attack.

We close the case?

Moissac, I want a 3 men stakeout in front of "Peanut's" bistro,

-Day and night, understood?

-Yes

What about Norah Elmer, chief?

If Marcucci shows up, don't touch him, call me.

Thanks for the champagne.

And he wanted to get sparkling wine, that idiot!

Inspector Letellier? He's busy at the moment,

I'm his partner.

I want to speak with Inspector chief Letellier,

it's about Norah Elmer's death.

Inspector Letellier speaking.

Justice is done. Last night, Norah Elmer paid

of her life for her animal urges.

She was a despicable whore who tarnished even the most

sacred of mourning.

From now on, I will be the arm of a justice that

that will judge and condemn without pity

all the harlots that will flood the world

of their sexual mud!

Who are you?

"I'll tell you inspector..."

-Try to trace the call.

Allow me to hang up first, in case you

were thinking of tracing this call.

Sh*t!

What the hell was that?

Chief Inspector Letellier, go ahead.

Have you read Dante's inferno, Inspector?

Probably not.

Well, I am "Minos", after each of my sentencing,

you will get a letter.

A double will be sent to the press with the name

of my victim and a portion of a picture of me.

You will assemble them like a puzzle to one day

discover the identity of Minos...

But until then, the world will tremble!

Chief...

"I kiLleD NoraH ElmeR - Minos"

"I killed Norah Elmer...

Or so says an anonymous correspondent in a letter signed Minos.

It's not the first time a lunatic claims

he did a publicized crime...

And that write to newspapers and call, aren't

usually very dangerous.

As for Norah Elmer, nothing proves its a murder.

Well, not much to worry about.

Letellier!

You've studied Karate, haven't you?

Yes?

Judo too?

Yes?

What about rapid fire exercises?

Hold it right there, they gave me that speech in the army...

"Speak English? Yes? Toilet Cleaning!"

I want the list of every women that requested a

phone number change in the last 3 months.

And also the reason why they asked for that change.

Sorry to have cut off your ending, sir.

Letellier.

You can't imagine how many cases were cracked

with good old "Toilet Cleaning".

"Minos, "Dante's Inferno"... Insane Asylum is more like it!

First, I hear him breath, a sort of huffing, rasping...

It lasts a while.

-And does he talk?

-Yes, obscenities about my private life.

At first I hung up but he just calls back,

and I can't keep the phone off because

of night emergencies, but he calls at any hour.

I can't sleep... It can't go on like this!

-Hey, Pierre!

-Hi, Helene.

They're policemen, they're here about the calls.

I see, well excellent.

Listen, you have to do something, she's

on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

We'll put a tap on her, that's all we can do for now.

What the hell is that, yours?

No.

Open it.

I liked this car. Got used to it.

-Hun?

-Maybe it's a bomb.

"Dante's Inferno"

Your buddy's starting to get on my nerves.

As a matter of fact this whole case is.

We saw 7 this morning and I

-Don't read when I talk to you.

-Yes.

The lady who's number closely matches that of the taxi central,

The call-girl who changed profession,

The nurse, woken up every night by a maniac.

All of little interest. Will you stop reading?!

Listen:
"Minos is the terrible voice

Of a judging consciousness which sentences vile acts".

-Doesn't this guy worry you?

-He's bat-sh*t crazy!

He's pulling our leg and I don't have time to waste.

So, the next one's name is Germaine Doizon,

and there's no reason we should both get bored,

So we'll flip a coin on it.

Face I go, tail you go.

No need to, I'll lose...

Who is it?

Police.

Police?

Ah yes! Just a minute.

Inspector... Please won't you come in?

Tell me about those calls you're getting?

Say, we must have flipped thousands of coins together.

-You never one.

-The coin is tricked.

-You threw it yesterday.

-So?

You're screwed.

You're the one that's married.

Then sh*t.

come on, lean back, maybe that Germaine Doizon

gal is fascinating!

My husband was a jeweler, he has a gun permit.

Loaded?

Of course!

That scumbag often threatens to come, I'm waiting for him!

I wanted to tell you... Cigarette?

No thanks.

Why "scumbag"?

You're right, I should say that sicko!

Probably just acting on impulse.

But he's making my life so miserable

that I can't find excuses for what he's doing.

Something to drink, inspector?

-A cup of coffee

-No thanks.

You're sure?

Why a "sicko"?

Well... He's obviously not a normal person!

You don't think it's normal to stigmatize

the vice and filth that surround us?

What?

It's easier to call him a madman, isn't it?

It allows us to close our eyes on ourselves

and to go on without remorse.

I'm afraid I don't follow you at all.

I was just trying to understand him. a sensible

policeman must understand the criminal he's tracking.

There's no understanding that one, he's just insane!

-And probably impotent.

-Really?

To say all those nasty things... He must

dream of doing them but can't!

Oh yes, surely impotent.

And how do you picture him? From his voice?

I can't imagine him with a normal face, like yours or mine.

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