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- Ambrose Fuchs.

He has funeral parlours the world over,

publishing houses,

hospitals, laboratories.

Filmmaking must be an

unimportant hobby to him.

We're in talks right now but

no conclusion has been reached.

I have a contract with you

and I want to complete it.

Remember that phrase from the Bible...

Behold, I send you out

as sheep among wolves.

Watch what you sign.

I'll keep that in mind.

The stuntman had a real knife.

I thought he'd slit my

throat. It was horrible!

It's okay, there was a mix-up.

Someone gave him the real

knife instead of the fake.

But that helped you

to display your talent.

His breath smelt of blood.

Let's f***. Tonight I feel like a tiger.

I want to be a great actress,

and do a film with Brad Pitt.

He's better than Tom Cruise.

I'm not a mime, nor

a clown, nor an actor.

I'm just your faithful

servant Jack the Ripper.

Well, Mr. Thevenet,

the great day has come.

We start shooting our first film.

Everything's under control.

We followed your instructions.

And I hope to resolve

things without any problem.

It's important that you

shoot a great film at ease.

The more depraved it is,

the more income we get.

I'm working on the next

script, making your changes.

- I'll bring it tomorrow.

- What wit.

The technical crew is important,

photography is the key.

We have a magnificent

director of photography

and a superb assistant.

Besides, 11 years ago both

of them worked with you.

Yes, Jose Torquemada and

Tomas Aquino, remember?

Of course, they shot "The Night

of the Executioner" with me.

They were bastards.

Very professional, very

professional bastards.

Whore! B*tch!

Open, open, open!

Sayyes, sayyes.

Now go to the girl.

B*tch!

More, more, more!

More, more, more!

Look at me, look at me!

Leave my daughter...

Leave my daughter!

Scoundrels!

Pablo, it's time to put both

your and my cards on the table.

Your crimes lead you to

the last circle of hell.

I've been in hell for years.

Why haven't the police caught you yet?

Normally, you'd be rotting in jail.

I don't care, I just

want to go on and on.

You're old and suddenly, you're

like a 30-year old super athlete.

They, the unnameable

control you like a puppet.

And you, don't you

also move like a puppet?

You know I do. You

know almost everything.

But your hate doesn't let you see.

I'm a Voisin, I belong

to a diabolic heritage.

I've been cursed since birth.

This is Mr. Reficul's password.

Access his computer and

you'll know what you're in for.

Thanks.

What, warming up my chair?

Mr. Reficul, I was looking for...

I know exactly what you were consulting,

smoking my cigars as

if you were at home.

As you expected, today I

should have been in Amsterdam

but, at the last moment, Miss Grizzel,

I mean Beelzebub, went in my place.

Then you're Lucifer,

the f***in' king of hell.

I was afraid of that.

I was so hungry I didn't

notice that name, Reficul.

Yes, yes, yes,

I'm in that group of angels

who rebelled against their boss.

He threw us in hell. His

first but not last mistake.

From then on we declared

an eternal war on him.

An endless battle.

An endless struggle.

You, Thevenet, were born

predestined, weren't you?

You came at 6 a. m., on a September 6th.

Six... six.

You were the 6th son. Six, six, six.

Yes, the blood of a virgin.

- My daughter's blood, right?

- Exactly!

We needed your own flesh

and blood for the ritual.

Our black priest said mass on the altar

that was the naked body

of your beloved Laura.

I'm sorry.

- Swine!

- Save your praises.

You're living a moment

of glory, too. I'll go on.

Your incredible vanity,

arrogance, insatiable hate

and revenge did the rest.

You became a murderer.

With a bit of a show,

but you're an actor.

And all your victims died in mortal sin.

Someone said:
The flesh is weak.

And, well, Mr. Lucifer, what now?

We protect you, and

you can go on killing.

The police can do

nothing in this dimension.

Actually, no one can!

After, you'll comply with

our contract. Remember?

How could I forget?

You sold us your soul.

In time, we'll kick your ass

into the last circle of hell.

You didn't read the fine print.

Bad mistake.

I'm a f***in' loser. I

don't care about my life.

I fear not God nor the Devil.

I love atheists. They always

ask the Big Eye for help.

Your diabolic stories don't

impress me. I know what to do.

I am eternal.

I've always existed and

I am infinitely powerful.

A divine puff created the world,

a fart of mine can destroy it.

You pathetic little man!

I killed Reficul. I shot

him 6 times and he's stiff.

He's a failed devil, he died too.

No horns, tail, sulphur or trident.

No one can kill a spirit. -I can.

You've rebelled and

things will speed up.

Tick-Tock, let's get

out of here right away.

This will be a mess.

It does not matter where

we go, they know it all.

But it's okay, I'll go with

you. It doesn't matter anymore.

Let's go.

Hi, Tick-Tock.

- Good morning, Pablo.

- How are you?

- I'll survive.

I need to recover those documents.

Damn my signing them!

Those documents link you

to the dark side forever.

I want to rip them up!

You're a son of Satan,

one of the bad guys, Pablo.

Hand me the towel. I'll help you.

Mr. Thevenet, put the gun away.

I knew you'd come, but not so soon.

- You want the contract.

- That's right.

Because of Mr. Reficul's

unfortunate accident

I have gained the

management of the trust,

and I'm going to reorganize

all the companies and branches

to make them more efficient.

Now you're a qualified serial killer.

You've made a work of art out of crime.

That's why you'll have

a place in our flowchart,

with more income and responsibilities.

What about my contract? -No problem.

I think contracts are obsolete.

Mr. Reficul was very

conservative, very old school.

Signing papers to buy a

soul is rather old-fashioned.

I believe what's important for you is

to have a revenge of

the highest quality.

You struck down the false,

and you should continue,

but you should raise your sights.

For example.

The hunt for successful directors,

important producers, vain actors

and wicked critics must begin.

Give them hell, Mr. Thevenet.

- I killed Reficul.

- That wasn't a good idea.

But I am not going to

lie, it worked out for me.

As for Herr Fuchs, he was a bastard.

I beg you, give me the contract.

I'll do whatever you want.

Give it to me.

All right, I'll give it to you.

It's in a safe in a bank.

You can pick it up tomorrow,

after twelve o'clock.

I'll be here.

The 20th century was ours,

and this one's not bad.

These images comfort my heart.

We have an advantage

over the guy upstairs.

I'm busting my ass laughing!

We fallen angels make a good team.

And, without much investment,

we'll sign up the superstars.

- Yes, Dora?

- The bird's in the cage.

He'llpick the contract up

tomorrow. Call the police.

That's done.

The end and beginning of

Operation Thevenet.

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