Vidocq Page #3

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Why don't you warn the police?

-I'm waiting for my time.

I know everyone

who put this all together.

He who inspired the three

perverted men.

Are you surprised?

The death of Vidocq surprised me.

Otherwise it would've been arranged.

Vidocq and I were on the same track.

What track?

-The factory.

The glassfactory?

-Yes.

And the connection with the lightning?

The murders? And the virgins?

-Trade secrets.

I went there when he died.

That's why I

publiciced it first.

Froissard,

the fastest writer in Paris.

Are you crazy? It's not a competition.

It's about murder.

Everything okay?

Yes, I give advice to the new guy.

It isn't the right time.

We need you. Come on.

It's okay. I'll come.

I know why you

didn't warn the police.

You don't have anything concrete.

-Facts.

Bits and pieces.

-I have witnesses.

Drunks. Alcoholics.

I have a first class whitness.

-Who?

Myself.

I would like to become a monk,

but there was an orgie being prepared.

I don't believe you.

-Ask Marine Laffite.

Marine Lafitte?

-The doctors wife.

Where can I find her?

Don't look. She can't talk anymore.

Is she dead?

-Almost.

Opium, my boy. Opium.

Completely dried out.

She hasn't came out of her house

since her husband died.

Don't search. You can't handle it.

Are you forming some kind of conspiracy?

And?

-Nothing.

Didn't found the blazer?

-No. They know nothing.

Or they are very affraid.

I have spoken with Polignac.

Karel X abolishes the freedom of the press

and the representatives.

Damned.

-like you said.

What do we have to expect?

Revolt.

The civilians will come on the street

and we'll have to lock ourselves up

somewhere...

in our own dungeons and wait

for backup.

Let them go.

Too bad for the witness.

We komen niets meer te weten.

And the guards in the neighbourhood

of the prison? And the control?

We give up.

Tommorow whe have

other cats to meet.

A comment...

-What?

Kids out of the glassblazery

talked about something weirds.

Something that comes back al the time...

-Wel?

They talk about some kind of monster

in de glassblazery. A ghost.

A creature with a mirror

instead of the face.

Doesn't that ring a bell?

Weird. A legend in the neigbourhood.

Something to scare people off or something.

When there was a crime,

it was always that creature.

Pure superstition.

Is that everything?

I thought...

Maybe we've always been on the wrong track.

Maybe that creature has something to do

with the murders, with Vidocq.

Are you crazy?

Do you belive in ghosts?

Go to sleep, M. Tauzet.

I don't have to trace that spur?

Go to sleep.

Within several hours it won't be

ghosts who will attack.

Marine Laffite?

Are you Marine Laffite?

what do you want?

-i don't have time for courtesy.

I am a reporter.

I investigate the murder of Vidocq.

Vidocq was killed...

Why do you laugh?

Because it is my fault.

Why?

-Don't you get it?

Don't you get it that it was me who

drove him in the arm's of the monster?

Which monster? Tell me.

When did you see Vidocq?

-Two day's ago.

In my salon.

-say it.

Do you want to die?

-I want to know what happened

First my dosis

-No

Who's in charge here?

They're coming..They're coming

Tell.

Everything has started with Ernest. And his rage.

The rage of somebody who loves himself.

And who doesn't want to get old.

That's also a way to intepretate it.

Your husband was a dandy and perverse.

He dealt in virgins.

Silence. You don't know anything.

Ernest took care of his looks

like a piece of art.

He saw himself as a piece of art

But the age did his job.

He didn't talk about anything else.

He didn't saw me standing anymore.

Only his wrimpels and skin were important.

All those things which destroyed him.

And every night he saw the other two

Belmont and Veraldi?

One night I followed him

With this our skin will look better.

That's wht you told me last time.

What do you think to win by doing this?

Time in time?

Some bewitched powder.

And your youth comes back?

I've got a proposition.

What can u offer us?

-What you're looking for?

Eternal youth.

What?

The lifeelixir.

Bullshit. Nobody has that kind of power.

Nobody, except for me.

What do you want in return for it?

I need some sort of material.

Deliver it to me

and you will get the elixir

What kind of material?

Virgins.

Young virgins.

Pure creatures.

Did they bought them for that?

-Why else?

It was nothing sexual?

-Something sexual?

They passed that stage.

I know it for sure.

No, it not the beauty

The elegance.

A work that has to escape from time

But who was the man with the mask?

-The alchemyest.

Who?

-The alchemyest.

He is wandering in the neighbourhood of the prison

And trough the mirror he sucks up his victims.

Don't laugh, don't laugh. He has

the life-elixir. That's for sure.

And he needed virgins for the elixir.

That poison has affected your memory.

I don't know why i listen.

Because you are affraid.

Just like me. Just like Ernest.

Like everybody.

-You are delirious.

Be carefull. When your mirror disappears,

you're lost.

Your soul is lost.

-You are crazy.

Weeks went by.

Ernest and the other two kept

supplying virgins.

They dried them.

I wanted it to stop.

Yes, i wanted it.

But the opium was to strong.

Stronger than everything else.

Ernest was ripped by remorse.

On a night he said

that it was enough.

eight deliveries and still no elixir.

You lied.

You have no secret, no elixir. Noting.

You are... evil itself.

More. I need more.

No. It is enough.

I need more.

That night he told me everything.

He didn't deliver girls anymore.

That is why the alchemyest killed him?

After Belmont and Veraldi

it was his turn.

You said that to Vidocq?

-Yes.

What did he do?

-Why doesn't he come?

What did Vidocq? What did he do?

He took our horses.

-Why?

He thought the horses knew the way

to the lab

Knew? Why? Anser.

Answer.

-8 deliveries. Can't you count?

The horses knew the way.

Where is the lab?

Where is it?

Go away. Let me do it.

-Where is it? Answer me.

If i knew, i was dead already.

I'm almost done.

Religion, rumors, superstition.

A legend.

One of the oldest legends.

The alchimist would be a murdered

and a scholar.

All non solved crimes were commited

by him.

Some say he doesn't have a face,

others say he has all faces.

Others call his face a mirror that

sucks up souls.

Who see's himself in the mask,

loses his soul.

Who see's himself in the mask,

loses his soul.

Open up.

I have to talk to you, sir.

What are you doing here?

Etienne Boisset. Biograph of Vidocq.

I'm investigating his death.

That is the best.

Get that man.

Tell us what you are doing here.

My men talked about someone

like you. A man who walked on the street.

Sir, look.

What did i told you? Vidocq

researched the alchemyest.

Damned. He exist.

It is no legend.

-I'll explain.

It is clear. verry clear.

Vidocq chased the alchemyest...

and the alchemyest pushed him in the pit.

maybe...

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