The Editor Page #5

You're a brave man.

Maybe you'd like to

join me sometime.

She wouldn't have to

worry about me and you

- could swim with a good friend.

- I'd like that.

NOW!

About why I brought you here.

Yes, you said that you had

some evidence on the editor.

It's not evidence, exactly.

But I threatened him,

for cutting me out of the movie.

He cut you out of the picture?

Can you believe it?

He's clearly a mad man.

Yes.

A mad man.

I held a chainsaw right up

to his face and he insulted me.

That's not the behavior

of a sane man.

- Speak of the devil.

- What? Is he here?

What? No.

We were just talking about

the devil man, Rey.

That's not what that

expression means.

Hmm.

You might be onto

something, though.

I have a suspicion and

it's certainly a wild one.

I like the sound of

this already.

I think that Rey might have

- some ties to the occult.

- ...have some ties to occult.

That's right!

I was thinking the same.

But how am I expected to

reason with a man like this?

You know what you

might try is the wife.

I think the way to get to

Rey is through his wife.

I think she might

be able to convince

him to extend your scenes.

I like the way

you think, Porfiry.

Speaking of wives,

my condolences, Porfiry.

Thank you.

Jasmine... Jesus Christ.

You're going to pay for

dinner because of that.

I said if you did this you were

going to pay for dinner.

That is,

unless you can tell me

where the money is.

Oh, God damn it!

You're a mad man.

A bastard.

Ahhh!

If only I could untie

myself from

the rope with this

mangled hand.

I'm no man at all.

Damn it!

You know what?

I might take my cut of

the fortune out of your...

Josephine?

You know what?

I might take my cut

of the fortune

out of your beautiful bride.

Oh no!

Please stop!

No.

I'll never get out of it.

He's too good at tying knots.

Damn.

You're gonna love it.

No.

And insult to injury he's

raping my wife, crap!

See? She loves it

you son of a b*tch.

Yeah.

Gotta hand it to him.

The kid's got talent.

Maybe I was right...

wrong about him all along.

Guess who?

actor.

You're not

fooling me, Rey.

You just don't think

about what's best

for the movie, do you?

I'm going to take my cut

of what you owe me.

All right, all right,

I'll do it.

I'll cut you back in.

Did I blink?

No. Rey, please...

Help me, baby...

s ow!

Stop!

Where are you going?

I gotta go.

I'm really sorry

about that, okay? Bye.

Cal and I are in love and

we're going to get married.

And...

Josephine...

I'm sorry.

I wish I could have been

a better wife to you.

I'll always...

I'll always love you.

- Josephine, untie me.

- But I'm not in love with you.

I have to go meet Cal.

He's waiting.

Josephine.

Josephine!

Tenebras quam luciem

tuam movendi est vita...

Tenebras quam luciem

tuam movendi est vita...

What does it mean?

' ' Uallghing)

I 9t you.

Ugh. You dog!

You scared me.

Oh, I was only

kidding, Jasmine.

Come here,

why don't you?

I want you to forgive me.

I'm sorry.

This hasn't happened

to me before.

It's that damn editor.

I think I feel kind of bad

for what I did to him.

It's all right.

I'm good.

Tell me.

Tell me something about your

affair with the inspector.

Like what?

About how he was

strong and forceful.

Okay, well he was

strong and forceful.

Yeah.

He knew what I wanted

before I did.

Excuse me, Wizard!

I must have a word with

you about the editor

and your so-called superstition.

I need a little help with the

Latin here but...

Tenebras Quam Luciem

Tuam Movendi est Vita?

You fool, you mustn't

say these words!

It's just a bit of fire,

what's the big deal?

No. You shouldn't have

brought this book here.

It must be destroyed,

like the others.

Wizard, come now.

It's just an old text.

You're seeing ghosts

on every corner.

No, Inspector,

I beg of you.

For your own salvation you

must destroy this book, please.

You don't know what

you're toying with.

I'll happily destroy it once

I find out what part

Rey Ciso plays in this

dark charade.

I've known Rey for many years.

He's got no part in the evil

that you've brought here.

Rey Ciso's a

God-fearing Catholic.

And he can patch up

more than a roll of film,

let me tell you.

Why, he patched up

our bell tower.

It was all leaky and he

patched up the masonry

and now it rings loud and clear.

So, inspector,

I'll tell you again.

Rey Ciso is not your man.

Wizard, please!

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a date with a friend.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, Rome.

Let's see if Cal likes you

as much as I do, eh?

Twelve hours working the beat.

Who needs 'em, right?

Here, let's get some exercise.

Oh, what's this?

How about a little fetch

before we go swimming, huh?

That's it, boy, get it.

Get it.

Get it, that's a good boy.

Bring it. Bring it.

Oh you're such a good boy.

That's it Rome. Get it.

Bring it. Bring it, Rome.

Ca"

No use in hiding, Ciso.

Come out right now.

Are you in here, Rey?

My God...

No.

Get a hold of yourself.

What's this?

Ah, yes.

Now I've got him.

Oh, no you don't.

Hold it right there, Editor.

Thought you got

away from me, did you?

To bring forth.

Summoning demons.

A bunch of bullshit

some priest told me.

I read your book.

It's all so stupid it makes

me want to shoot you.

Don't even think about it.

Come back, Rey!

Come on.

Eat it. Eat it.

- Ah, f*** this.

- Francesco.

I was beginning to think

you'd stood me up, my dear.

Oh, darling,

you've known me long enough.

His final victim.

Hold it right there, Rey!

Porfiry, you don't understand.

No Rey, I think I

finally do understand.

If I don't shoot you now

this is never going to end!

It's all right Mrs. Ciso,

everything is

going to be okay now.

Porfiry, behind you.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

It was you, all along?

I knew it!

Don't choke on your

last words, Inspector.

Choke on this, b*tch.

Josephine.

Josephine?

I've always hated that name.

I've sacrificed

everything for you.

From now on, call me Death!

Death! Death!

- Do it again, call me Death.

- Light the match, Rey.

Come on, light the match.

Come on, Rey.

Light the damn match!

Death!

Please, Rey. Do it!

It's these damn wooden fingers!

You're a wooden man!

Death!

Please, no!

N000!

Death! Death!

- Ah. My back.

- Oh, your back, I'm sorry.

You're a free man.

I just don't understand it.

Why she'd kill so many

innocent actors...

Like Cesare or Margarit?

Well, Cal killed Cesare.

He told me.

To get a better part

in the picture.

Here, allow me.

Ow! Damn, that's right.

I forgot.

I don't have fingers on

this hand anymore.

Thank you, Porfiry

You'll be in my prayers tonight.

And now to bed.

But Rey, you've been hit.

It's all in a

day's work, partner.

Porfiry, you're late.

It's funny you mention

that, Chief, as I was

about to tell you I'm

taking some time off.

Vacation days?

Look, I understand setting

somebody on fire

and watching them burn to

death changes a man.

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