Playing with Fire Page #4

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The funeral?

When you are done with her.

Ready, Sir.

Set light to her.

You're going for a walk?

Good boy.

Down boy.

Ah yes,

I'd forgotten the key.

Listen Pierre Garen,

are you whining or playing?

OK, OK, I'll play.

I can't see the cards.

Damn.

Fifty.

Tell me where you've hidden

the little De Saxe girl, or I'm folding.

Each must do his own work.

See you.

I fill the boxes,

the work is too hard.

They leave it all to me.

You just tell the boss

you've found her and all's well.

If he wants to check?

Is that all?

Tell him, you were

at the top of the Arc de Triomphe,

and when she arrived,

you gave her a little push.

And whoops, over she went.

You mean the girl

is already dead?

No, this is a metonymy,

not a hypothesis.

If you don't understand,

I can't do anything.

He didn't understand for sure.

I understand only that

I've run out of money.

OK. We'll play something else.

The girl that's being

sent back to her family...

There are two hours left

before delivery.

What? She's being returned?

Have they already paid?

No. An error

in the quality of the goods.

We have contractors

devoid of merit.

Luxurious standard of living,

but in debt.

The bank refused the payment.

Oh, sh*t.

You see, they'll blame me.

My pockets are full.

The economic climate

is most unfavorable.

The banks are stopping their credit.

And then people

are more and more depraved.

I don't know where it will end.

I don't know what the clients

have done to the girl, up at the villa.

But it's nothing too orthodox.

In fact she's still a virgin.

Don't you believe me?

Hey, lads!

Bring the basket.

Virgin?

Very rare, today.

Almost offensive.

Ah, on this point,

I quite agree.

I'm a guy of normal appetites.

OK then,

let's play poker.

No.

Baccarat. Eh?

It's more in your line.

Baccarat.

Remove the packaging.

You're pigs!

Nothing but sick.

You bastards!

Those fools

must have forgotten the injection.

I'll get revenge.

I don't need the police.

I'll find that dump...

and with my friends we'll blow it up.

You're starting to bore us!

We're working here!

Baccarat.

That's it.

My friend has won.

He'll be the one

to proceed with your deflowering.

So you'll have at least

something to tell to your girlfriends.

Pierre Garen...

You are despicable!

I hate you!

Missionary position,

but tie her well.

All beautiful women,

young, rich.

This is the twelfth

for all we know,

and no one has yet

filed a complaint.

This suggests

that there are others.

Hundreds maybe.

- Classified information?

- Undoubtedly.

Perhaps we should

summarize the facts for the public.

Naturally.

I've even prepared a note.

'The script

seems always the same.

Acquaintances of the beautiful,

young lady X and young lady Y

cease abruptly

to see them in their surroundings.

When friends ask for news...'

- Am I being quite clear?

- Perfectly.

'When friends ask for news

from the families,

amazed at such

an unexpected disappearance...'

Huh... unexpected...

'of missed appointments,

of continued absence

on the phone,

the father, or husband, bring out

apologies both nebulous and vague.

Forced rest, unannounced trips...

The last case

of which we are aware?

The last known case

is that of Diana Vandenberg.

Called to the phone, Tuesday evening

at the club what's-it-called,

never returned to her table,

not only was it that... she...'

What a way to write!

Such a precious style,

as if it wasn't already

difficult enough to understand.

'Not, only, was it that... she...'

In short 'She didn't return

to collect her personal belongings.

didn't even pass the cloakroom

To collect her fur...

animal unknown'

Her friends called...

Her friends called her house,

Her father informs them that

the girl felt unwell,

and had to return home in a hurry.

But this time, there are witnesses.

Suspects, indeed.

Yes, two. Two men,

standing by the bar,

and who watch intently the girl,

Ahha, they've been noticed.

They were noticed by those present.

One was identified.

Amazingly,

it was the banker, Giorgio De Saxe

who would even pronounce

the fateful word: ransom.

- Good, let him in.

- Here he is, boss.

You were by chance at time X

on day Z, at club what's-it-called?

Yes... that is no...

Sorry, I don't remember.

Don't prevaricate sir.

Yes or no?

Maybe in a certain respect...

if I remember correctly.

- You go there often?

- No, never.

Incorrect!

That night you were there.

So what?

I mean to say that I don't frequent

that kind of place willingly...

Ahha! Then you had a special reason

for going that night.

Not at all,

It was purely by chance.

- And who were you with?

- I was alone.

Incorrect!

You were talking with someone.

- A casual acquaintance.

- And who was it?

I don't know.

Have you ever seen this girl?

- No.

- You've never seen her?

No, not at all.

Another thing.

You possess a Cobra revolver,

very rare.

The teenager was shot once

in the Bois de Boulogne

with a weapon of this type.

Where do you keep the revolver?

- It's been stolen.

- When?

I don't know.

Thank you sir.

And if you have

other news on this case,

call Commissioner Loran.

All right.

- Financial, status?

- Precarious.

- Moral reputation?

- Very doubtful.

He's trying to get a large sum

for an unknown reason.

The father of Vandenberg

would pay any amount

To rescue his daughter.

Twenty percent.

Thirty per cent.

Taxes to be paid.

All right.

All right.

I've come to suggest a walk

Are you ready?

We must always be ready,

you know.

Very good, very good.

Then, let's go.

Shall we walk in the house?

- Oh, no, outside.

- In the garden?

- No no, in the country.

Ah, right.

And the dogs?

What dogs?

There are no dogs.

The gate isn't locked.

Of course not,

why would it be?

As a precaution

I've been told.

To only one who's a caution

occurs a precaution.

Ahha, mephitic wordplay.

We can go out like this,

freely?

To hear you speak like that,

one would take you for a prisoner.

So you've found my trail.

Happy?

Yeah, sure.

And little Carolina,

you know where she is?

Hitchhiking down at the crossroads.

She went in the hotel to telephone.

However I don't think

that will take long.

Well then, good luck.

Hello, this is Carolina.

Yes, there's been

a bit of a mix up.

A mistake from a typist

has led to the reversal

of some sequences.

But now it's all been tidied up

and everything's running smoothly.

I'll have a bag of cement shortly.

If there are no other mistakes.

Tell the public to relax.

Oh, no!

I've seen the back of you!

What a mess!

Within 17 minutes exactly,

I will deposit a bag containing

in a place provided

by the script,

The young lady was kidnapped?

Not exactly,

but the kidnappers believe so.

I thought I'd give you

the opportunity to arrest them.

Very kind of you.

Don't talk of it

even to the Commissioner,

just be on time because

it's a lot of money.

And money is expensive

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