Playing with Fire

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Yes, and quite attractive.

OK, capable and recruited.

Enough! Still!

If you're good, you'll get

a nice bowl of soup when you arrive.

She's a pedigree, but

not very well trained yet.

If you don't stop,

you'll get a good beating.

Not that please!

You see,

already beginning to understand.

Message for

Giorgio Baldassarre De Saxe.

Banker. Age 47. Widow

with an only daughter. Carolina.

Carolina. Carolina. Carolina

is in the park, reading a book.

Innocent and peaceful.

Right now she's in great danger.

- Who are you? Hello!

- I repeat...

Carolina is in the park,

reading a book.

- What do you want?

- Innocent and peaceful.

Right now she's in great danger.

Message for Giorgio...

Ah Maria...

go immediately...

Tell Matteo to join me

at the bottom of the garden.

As soon as possible.

My respects Sir.

Your daughter, Sir,

and has just been kidnapped.

Alas kidnapped.

Your daughter Carolina.

She is now in a safe place.

In the hands of an organization

both powerful and cruel.

The ransom was fixed

at one million dollars.

In convertible currency,

or petrodollars.

The method of payment will be

communicated by return post.

The price is fixed,

and no haggling.

Promptness of payment

is an essential condition.

Otherwise interest will be applied

on a daily basis.

And also...

The organization reserves the right

to utilize the

economic potential of the girl

giving her to clients

of a special house for perverts,

in which Carolina will

satisfy their sexual fantasies.

An exhausting work

which could tire her,

of course, bit by bit.

If the police are notified...

Your daughter will be burned alive.

We can guarantee a complete result,

total and definitive.

Allow me Sir

to show you our references

on the seriousness of our business.

Ah, it's you Matteo.

- Sir is unwell?

- It will pass.

They squirted...

a kind of drug, right in my eyes

Oh. Unhappy clients

who were protesting

about the interest rate?

No, you fool! They were...

I don't know who they were.

Sir doesn't consider

that they were businessmen?

Maybe they wanted a loan.

No... they didn't ask for anything.

Ah. Well, in that case

they could be thieves.

I'll check

that everything is in order.

Quick! Quick!

For love of me

I can't say more

Your little Carolina

Lost

Excuse me Sir,

I saw nothing at all suspicious.

Tell me Matteo, what time

did my daughter leave this morning?

Does anyone in the house

know where she went?

As far as I know

the young lady left around nine.

As for knowing where she went

the easiest thing

is for Sir to ask her.

She's just now returned.

I met her as I was leaving the house

whilst she was

going up to her room.

With your permission,

I'll go into town.

Good, you're here.

I'm here.

What's wrong with that?

Has nothing odd

happened to you today?

Odd in what sense?

Was it you wrote this postcard?

No, why?

And yet it's your writing.

Yes...

Oh, silly me!

With the idea of arriving early

a stupid taxi driver

took me on an incredible tour.

And as always happens,

we got completely stuck.

Excuse me,

could I have an autograph?

You needn't add anything

in memory...

of this meeting...

only too brief?

Yes, but we must hurry.

It's a bit dry.

You couldn't... put for example...

'your Carolina'?

Why should I do that?

Let's say... for my love.

Hop, hop, hop.

The game went marvelously.

The arc remains and the triumph

won't give us any more trouble.

All done. Carolina De Saxe

is already in our hands.

Details.

Abducted without incident,

with extreme discretion,

and transported in the safest

of hiding places.

- Further details.

- The request is turned down.

All are equal before the law.

Even the head.

Everyone observes the autonomous

responsibility of their own sector.

Watertight compartments, efficiency.

No risk of blabbering

and limited damage

in case of accident.

And that's what I say.

Special instructions?

No, I want daily reports.

- This is your right.

- Goodbye.

Call Pierre Garen.

Follow Franz.

Okay.

Why?

No questions.

Report twice a day.

On Franz?

'Kay...

- Carry it out. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Excuse me Sir.

But here's a message

which arrived earlier,

while Sir was in the gardens.

and that I forgot

because of the commotion.

I should point out that it was

the cause of my delay

in rejoining Sir.

The instructions

for freeing the prisoner

will be given at the point marked

with a cross on the photograph.

I apologize to the gentleman.

But it seems to me that the thing

becomes jolly exciting!

It could be something serious.

Perhaps there was only a mistake

in the layout of the script.

And tonight... or tomorrow...

So you think

I'm going to be kidnapped.

And what will they

do with me in their lair?

- Good morning.

- Yes?

You have technical and moral prejudices

against sadism?

No. Just don't overdo it.

What do you like?

Spanking?

Rather the whip.

Cigarettes, trestle and nettles,

swabs soaked in alcohol,

and so on.

It's a demanding genre.

And these things are expensive.

Sure. We'll fix the price

and pocket the money.

And no one will ask your opinion.

Contact Julien Jacques,

your pimp.

Don't make such a fuss.

Write him a nice little note.

He'll have to turn

quite a few tricks

if he wants to regain his capital.

Rectifying the error in pagination,

the kidnap could take place equally...

Tomorrow, today perhaps.

With a slight delay.

A standstill. A pause,

from which we should profit,

to put ourselves under

the protection of the police.

So far, it's an empty threat,

which I've carefully hidden.

But to what end?

Ah Carol... Caroline... Carolina...

Given that it seems

to be an empty threat,

we use the breathing space,

to alert the police.

Without wasting a moment.

Four, three, two, one... zero!

What happened?

I wanted to burn some papers

and there was an explosion!

But why? What papers?

Nothing but old stuff!

And this? What is it?

An old doll, they've kept.

A doll made of celluloid

in the fire?

Don't you know it's dangerous?

Many children have been burned alive!

But I didn't throw it on purpose,

I don't know who put it

in the basket,

with all the papers to burn.

I did it without looking.

- You're not hurt?

- No.

Sure?

Just a bit.

A little burn.

It looks like the paw of a cat.

And if it was an attack?

Inflammable stuff put there on purpose.

Calm down.

Don't invent

unnecessary concerns.

I wanted to call the police.

But it is better not to

for the moment.

After all, you've not been kidnapped.

And all that's happened,

seems... a game.

Miss! You'll be safe here.

Go!

Go!... Down!

Go!

Now, theyve gone.

You can get out.

It seems they just wanted to play.

You think so?

Yes. but...

You've been bitten?

Oh no, no, only scratches

made from the bushes.

Oh, but I wouldn't be so sure.

No, no. Those scratches

have been made by teeth.

They're nothing, anyway.

Yes. A dog that tries to bite

must be mad.

It's essential

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