Vidocq Page #2

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can there be spoken of?

You are the only from Paris

Who wears such a decoraction.

I do not know where you are talking about.

you killed Belmont and Veraldi.

I have prove.

You are it!

The murderer with the lightning!

Okay. I am the murderer

with the lighting. Who are you?

I am Etienne Boisset. A journalist.

I investigate the dead of Vidocq.

You are not asian.

-You are very perceptive.

And talkative.

The coams for my story.

-Why?

I tell you what I know and you give them back.

Okay?

-No, they are evidence.

They are accusing you of murder.

Do I look like a monster to you?

I'm listening.

Franois, you know me.

You can't accuse me of...

Didn't you put them on their hats?

Preah, damned.

What happened with you?

I can't cover you very long. I pushed

my co-worker aside, but...

Two weaks ago I received

a letter with money.

I had to put the coam in the hat of

Belmont and then in in the hat of Veraldi.

I did what they asked.

I don't know who payed.

And you didn't wonder why?

I thought that people

were setting them up.

Why not?

They were rich clients.

And the letters weren't threatening?

Threatening?

-Were they written in blood?

No.

They were parfumed.

Elegantly written.

I even thought of a woman.

Do you still have them?

-Have what?

Preah, who is next on the list?

Who says that there is still a coam?

Heaven.

Tell me who's next.

Ernest Laffite, the director

of the Hotel of lnvalids.

Wait. I'm coming with you.

What are you doing?

-Leave me alone.

I work for the prefect.

Alright. What did you do on the roof?

-Nothing.

I thought I saw a shadow.

I'm taking her home. She is ill.

Here.

The other two?

-Personal archive.

It isn't a political scheme.

Belmont and Veraldi, that's possible,

but not Laffite.

That they are weapons suppliers, is a coincidence.

They died for the same reason.

Revenge.

A revenge. Well planned.

And the game with the lightning...

That sounds like a kind of

heavenly justice.

But you have also seen

the killer. And the pigeons.

Did you see how he dissapearred in his cloak?

-A magic trick.

Magic, give me a break.

And the mask?

-Also fits with revenge.

I don't think so.

-A mirror.

Almost like the men had to see themselves.

-You're talking nonsense.

I knew them well. They were weird,

but harmless.

Weird? What do you mean by weird?

Is that everything you did?

-They never touched me.

What? You mean they loved

other men?

They loved their appearance,

their body...

their own face.

They loved themselves.

Is that the reason they died?

No idea. That's what Vidocq thought.

He thought there was more to it.

That they knew

too much.

Certainly. Dandy's that dressed up.

The lightning.

A mirrormask.

It can be more easy.

Where did he went to? Vidocq.

No idea. But I do know

that he died because of me.

No, he died because of the investigation.

No. Hij worked alone.

To protect me.

That's why he's dead.

Did you know him for a long time?

Mister Police Officer,

we shall see if you're good.

Find the opening in my rug.

The secret of the Khmer-dancers.

It's being made on the body.

Without buttons or needles.

What kind...

How was your relationship?

-Professional.

We had a professional relationship.

Good. There you go.

Is that a joke?

Tomorrow, same time.

We are wondering

where you're from.

From Santer.

-Never heard of it.

A small village in the Provence.

Did you meet Vidocq?

-No, I wrote him.

He agreed to go through

parts of his biography.

Biography?

-More then just a biography.

A real book.

A massive book about Vidocq.

I have to find the killer

for my last chapter.

This is how I can avenge Vidocq.

Do you admire him?

-I know everything about him.

How he escaped.

How he joined the Police Force.

How he aprehended hundreds of criminals.

-He was no angel.

Don't try to put him down.

He rat on his friends

to join the police force.

Everyone knows that.

It's in my book.

Vidocq wanted to catch gangsters,

using every means if necessery.

He thought differently.

He felt guilty. That gave him strength.

That lead him to this investigation.

He was convinced that

everybody had a secret side.

That's why those three men died.

You didn't say everything.

Where did he go after the hotel?

Forget it. You can't handle it.

-Tell me what you know!

He thought they were perverts.

He wanted to pursue that lead.

He wanted to go, there

where was crime.

The neighborhood around the prison.

Thank you, Preah.

Thank you.

How is our investigation going?

-Someone is missing sir.

De chief of the glas blowers.

He appears to be gone.

He's hiding.

And the others are covering for him.

I knew it.

He saw something and

he's trying to hide himself

He's terrified.

What's wrong?

-Nothing. Nothing.

Find him before tomorrow morning.

-Don't worry.

Don't worry?

Belmont, Veraldi and Laffite are dead.

And Vidocq,

our best researcher, as well.

The best.

And you tell me not to worry?

Sir...

-It's enough!

Paris is on the edge of a revolution.

The facturies in Belmont have stopped.

Nobody is producing weapons anymore.

If they are political murders, why

kill Laffite, a doctor?

That's part of their plan.

Their diabolical plan.

Guard the area around the prison.

If the smallest thing happens u check it out.

And you are going back to the factory.

Question the workers again.

I'm sure that there is something to find.

Come on! I'm coming as well.

Minister Polignac is here.

I have to stay.

Come on!

Sylvia, the boss.

What could pleasure the young man?

The fire of Zanzibar?

The salt of Gurande?

The wind of the desert?

No, excuse me, I don't want a girl.

I'm investigating the death of Vidocq.

The holy virgin Maria.

He rests in peace.

-U knew him, didn't you?

He was more then a customer. A friend.

-I want to know who killed him.

Who doesn't?

-I want to get to the bottom of this.

That is hell.

-Hell.

Three men interested him.

-Belmont, Laffite and Veraldi.

Customers of you?

-No.

The house didn't have the

products they were interested in.

Products that were very rare.

Products? Which products?

Virgins. Young virgins.

Pure beings, as they called them.

To do what?

What do you think?

I don't believe you.

-Those bastards went to the poor.

They bought their children.

That isn't missing here.

I don't believe you.

-You bore me.

Go to the Furet, the paper.

Two blocks ahead.

Ask for Froissard.

He knows everything about it.

The Furet. Froissard. Journalist.

Understood?

-Yes. Thank you.

April 15 18 3 0.

Whitness of Perrine Dorin.

Whitness of Simone Mnand.

Whitness of Etienne Valmont.

May 3 18 3 0. June 24 18 3 0.

Area of the prison.

What are you doing here?

Answer. What are you doing here?

-An investigation.

An investigation? About what?

The death of Vidocq.

You?

-I'm his biographer.

His official biographer.

Dissapear, stupid being.

You're dumber then dumb.

You think you're that strong?

Truth stinks. What can I do?

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