Vidocq

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Paris, 18 3 0

Wait! Wait. If i must die...

i want to know.

I want to see your face.

Vidocq is dead!

Vidocq is dead!

Vidocq is dead!

Vidocq betrayed

by love

Vidocq as convict

on the run

he tries it in a different way

the prisoner

becomes a securitychef

Vidocq and the new police

he's getting decorated

thanks for nothing

The prefect fires Vidocq

Vidocq makes his own police corps

Vidocq and Nimier

Intelligence agency

Loser!

What's up? What do u want?

Goodafternoon.

Etienne Boisset. Journalist.

No drolers here.

I am not just a journalist.

I write about Vidocq.

I am his official biographer.

What is so funny?

He did not need anyone to write his

memoirs. If somebody writes something...

i am the first to know.

I am Nimier, his partner.

Do u understand?

Give me a moment, i will show u something.

Look.

Vidocq wrote me.

He was expecting me. I Swear it.

He was going to re-read it.

Look.

Don't u know it? Vidocq is dead.

Yes, exactly.

-Why, exactly?

What do u want?

-I want to fpinish my book.

I must find the murderer.

The murderer of Vidocq.

Poor fellow.

I must find his murderer.

Then its more than just an Biograpy.

It will be revenge. His revenge.

Disappear.

Go Away! Than i can forget you.

-Help me. Tell me what you know.

You were doing an investigation? Both of you?

Aren't you doing anything?

-Who killed him, is as good as dead!

I can help you.

Tell me what happened.

Then it'll become more clear.

Tell me how did it started.

It began one week ago,

with two rich people.

Belmont and Veraldi.

Thay is nonsence. It is not because they

were hit by lightning...

One men hit by lightning is an accident.

Two men hit by lightning is a plot.

Certainly if it are Belmont en Veraldi.

-Who are They?

Belmont was the most important

weapenmanufacturer of France.

Veraldi was a chemist.

He makes explosives of it.

So what?

It is an heavy battle for our army.

We cannot have a weak spot

now. Certainly not now.

What do you fear?

An attack from the Germans?

They put you on the Throne.

I fear an attack from the inside.

The reformations are not populair.

Not really.

-Paris is full of conspiricy.

Orleanisten, bonapartisten,

republicans.

Even i do not know.

I don't do politics.

My people have their hands full.

That with the lightning, goes to far.

you have to investigate this.

You fired me.

Can't you remember?

No, it is not possible. Too much work.

Don't you understand?

The monarchy is threatened.

I expect a new attack

with the next lightning.

Pay. I will think about it.

Is ethic a strange thing for you?

You're hiding your talents.

Whose fault is that?

Do not forget it.

You have until the next lighting.

Napoleon made all clocks

melt to cannons.

There were never enough.

The workplaces where built

in churches. Like us.

This is a good place.

Very close to the Lord.

Yes, but not for long anymore.

-Why?

What a question. Only Belmont

was aquainted with the secrets of irrigating.

Do you have an idea about his dead?

That is the big Theatre of life.

Belmont was successfull because of the fire.

He died because of the fire.

Youre boss never left without

his body-guards.

He did not only feared ghosts, he?

-Yes, he was afraid for a long time.

Did he do strange business?

A fairer person then him

didn't exist.

He had some bad things, the bourgeois...

but he deserves

that we make a toast on him.

Which bad things?

-Well, I will tell you.

Belmont...

What do you mean?

-He was like a painter, if you like.

But his paintings,

were himself.

Was he married?

-Yes. with his belly button.

What happend?

-Nothing abnormal.

A burning beggar.

We made powder.

Our jackets are full of it.

Wait.

When the lightning strucked Belmont...

he began to burn like a torch.

Maybe there was some powder on his jacket.

Come on.

Those jackets where cleaned

by the wash woman.

It would be incredibly careless.

Do not forget me

on your list of suspects.

A canon that exploded, in Austerlitz.

A small technical failure.

Thank you, Sir Belmont.

A lovely woman...

Hurry.

Think of the next lightning. come on!

It will be fast.

The clothes of Belmont?

The little African will take care of it.

Gandin.

Where is Gandin?

-He is ironing.

We will call him.

Gandin!

Are you Gandin?

-I did not do anything wrong.

Are you him or not?

Did you cleaned his jacket on

the day Belmont died?

I did not do anything wrong.

-Did you do it or not?

I am innocent.

-Did you do it or not?

I'm gonna ironon your mouth!

Stop that, Goddamnit!

Excuse me. Its because of the ros.

Did you cleaned his jacket?

-No.

Why Not?

-They told me not to clean it.

Who told you? Who?

-I saw an centrifuge.

No! I got a letter...

So you can read?

-No, no.

The clothes of Belmont and Veraldi

did not have to be cleaned anymore.

Where did the letter came from?

-No Idea. There was money included.

They where grilled.

-I could not know it.

A**hole!

-I swear.

I did not have any choice.

Why?

-The letter. It was an order.

An order from the devil himself.

Nonsence!

-I Swear. I Swear.

It was written with blood.

I think lightning can be

aimed at a target.

To catch the lightning you need

a lightning....

and to send the energy

it must be aimable.

Also there must be,

and that is the conditio sine qua non...

a metal element

being present on the target.

There.

Protect your eyes.

Easy.

-The metall, everything is there.

The cosmical fire

that hits everything deep within one second.

But there is no fire.

Anvictim of lightning

can not burn.

Some of them even come out

without any injuries.

The lightning was just a spark.

It reminds me of

the prison and the Stoneoven.

Forget that.

-Sure.

What are you looking for?

They were set up.

They were accurate prepared.

And what else??

-what else??

If there where bombs,

there must have been some sort of fuse.

What was there in the hat?

In the hat, what was in it?

An comb.

-A what?

An golden comb.

A decoration for woman.

It attracts the lightning.

-What kind of comb was it?

A Chinese comb.

A devil with a head of a monkey.

-A devil...

And what where you doing then?

I? Nothing.

Vidocq went on with it alone.

Why?

-I don't know.

Maybe it was the iron.

I became to sensitive.

What did he do afterwards?

Give me an Trail.

-I should have found him.

I could have avoided it.

Goddamnit.

I had him...

Okay. I will be back.

We are not getting anywhere, Sir.

They saw Vidocq arrive.

They don't know why.

And the wel?

Why exactly did he go there?

Nobody knows.

Continue with the investigation.

They're hiding something.

Who informed the newspapers?

I want to know that too.

Damnit, Tauzet,

this way we are making fools of ourselfs?

I did not see the corpse yet.

The corpse?

The corpse of Vidocq.

What do you think?

That i've never seen a corps before?

Can i speak with you?

-Not now.

Okay.

And talk about Vidocq, is that possible?

Louis Belmont, Simon Veraldi,

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