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You're a monster!

The devil has possessed you!

I love you.

Let my love unite our souls.

Don't resist.

Open your heart to me.

I love you.

Okay,

Charlie, hold everything for the front page, will you?

Got that?

Good.

How's my favorite box?

Fine, Anna.

Here's the mail.

Ah, thank you.

How did you like the performance last night?

I am a great actress.

You're what?

I've got that one.

Talent?

What matters to me is the box office tape.

In that case, you should be very happy because we had a hell of a crowd.

Excuse me.

Okay, come on in.

Good morning, Raymond.

Hello, Vogel.

Good morning, young lady.

Morning, sir.

Here's the story you wanted for the next issue of your magazine.

The story?

That's fine.

Very interesting.

The torture chambers of the Inquisition.

It's got punch.

The story line's not so hot, but all of the details are

absolutely authentic and some of them are quite extraordinary.

My dear Vogel, your humility as a writer is very touching.

You know as well as I do that our readers eat

up those sadomasochistic stories of yours.

I don't invent anything.

It's all based on real life experience, not my personal experience.

Really?

You're a man of science, Mr. Vogel.

We must know evil to be able to fight it.

They tell me you used to be a priest once.

Some people will say anything.

Tell me, Vogel, my friend.

Are you an unfrocked priest or not?

What difference does it make?

Well, it's an interesting angle.

We could publish a serial.

Memoirs of an unfrocked priest.

We could try it.

I'll let you know.

Anyway, I'll drop in soon.

All right.

Goodbye.

A pleasure.

Goodbye, Mr. Vogel.

Goodbye, Miss Anna.

He really is a weirdy.

He scares the pants off me.

Don't be silly.

He's perfectly harmless.

It's nothing but a literary pose.

How about a nice little kiss?

I'm going to scare you.

You?

We'll organize a real black mass.

Really?

Really.

We'll conjure up the devil.

My God.

That's right.

We're going to be needing a girl for the sacrificial victim.

How exciting.

Mrs. Cartier will be the celebrant.

Oh.

Now I'll go and find the victim at the Beelzebub Club.

Not coming to my place.

No, no.

Bad boy.

Who's so cruel?

Oh, please.

No, not here.

Yeah, come on.

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on, Ray.

Ah, Rose.

Hello.

Hello.

You're late.

Oh.

I've got news for you.

What is it?

We've got to find the sacrifice victim for Saturday.

Well, why do we need somebody else?

It's for a real black mass.

How about the crypt?

Oh, the crypt's a good idea.

Marina will be there.

Maybe we can talk her into it.

Stay up and come on.

Be right with you.

What

the hell is a black mass anyway?

Hi, honey.

Oh.

Hi.

Oh, well, it's a lot of fun.

Oh.

It's fun and all that.

You know, you go through the motions of a black mass.

There's lots of millionaires.

It ends in a gangbang.

Rich girls, too?

Plenty.

There's something for every face, then.

They're all rich.

You can count on making a bundle.

Oh, and what exactly am I supposed to do?

Oh.

Nothing special.

Just make it.

Only make it with who?

Anybody?

We could always try Raymond.

If you prefer, you can get yourself a girl.

There's no shortage of ladies, women.

Oh.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thanks very much, David.

I wouldn't miss it for anythin'.

Okay, then.

Do us.

Cheers.

How do you do?

Yes, sir.

Do you have an apartment available?

Yes, sir.

I do.

An apartment overlooking the street?

Yes, I think so, sir.

Thank you.

In that case, I'll take it.

Very well, sir.

Your name, please?

Matisse Daniel.

Matisse Daniel.

Oh, a worn-out tip.

You're always tired.

Too lazy even to hang up your things.

It's resting that keeps me young.

How can you live in a mess like this?

Anyhow, that way, I can find everything.

Very funny.

Can I give you a hand?

Here, catch.

Now what?

Let's make love.

Why not?

Let's rehearse for Saturday.

Our only show.

So, how will we do it?

Tell me, Anna.

You'll be the young lover.

I'll be the shy virgin.

You'll wear a long black cloak.

I'll be carrying a council bag to protect my virtue.

That's my favorite color.

What do you mean?

So, watch out.

You're going to need more than a dagger.

I'll prove it.

I surrender.

Then I'll take my dagger and caress you very gently.

Draw with you.

That's so very kind of you.

And when you are trembling with excitement, I'll kill you.

I

could use a drink.

I'll join you.

Good evening.

I hope I'm not too late to be served.

That's all right, sir.

What'll you have?

Scotch.

Right away.

Any particular brand?

Uh, no.

Buying me a drink?

If you like, take what you want.

Marina, another scotch.

What are you doing out so late?

I can't stand crowded places.

It's sad to be alone.

Everything's sad.

This place.

Was it a church once?

Who cares what it was?

Yes, who cares?

Here's to churches.

Look, would you mind coming with me?

Where to?

My place.

Gonna be nice to me?

Yes.

Very nice to you.

Do you live nearby?

Nearby.

Nearby?

Yes.

Let's go.

There's no time to lose.

I'll just slip into my clothes.

Quite a place you've got here.

It serves my purpose.

Come on.

Hey, what's the big hurry?

Make yourself at home.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Where were you?

I was praying.

I pray before anything I do.

I have a private chapel.

Chapel?

Yes, I have a chapel in my house.

What's strange about that?

Ah, nothing, I guess.

Only you don't usually find them in places I go.

I'm not surprised.

You're a whore.

Hey, go easy.

I bet you don't find many honest, God-fearing

men among the customers you associate with.

That's not true.

One of my customers once took me to a mass.

So piety is not dead yet.

It's not what you think.

It was a black mass.

A black mass?

Yes.

It was an exciting evening.

How many times have you been?

Not often.

A couple of times.

It's a pretty weird experience.

Where was it?

In Paris, in some cave or other.

Give me the address.

I don't remember.

Now, come on.

Don't keep a lady waiting.

So you're in a hurry.

No.

But if you want me to stay, we ought to talk.

A little business.

Ouch.

I'll pay.

If you like, I'll stay with you until tomorrow.

I do like.

Yes, you've got to stay here.

What are you doing?

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

You hear?

Take off your clothes.

Who took you to the black mass?

Tell me.

Just friends, that's all.

Yes, friends, friends.

What friends?

Some of my friends who come to the discotheque.

The discotheque?

Which?

You know it.

It's the one in the cave.

Yes, their names, their names.

There's Raymond.

Raymond.

Who else?

Anna.

Anna.

Who else?

Pauline.

Who else?

I want all the names.

Stop it.

You're hurting me.

The names.

The names.

You've got to tell me the names.

I want to know all the names.

Tell me.

Tell me.

I've got to know.

No.

You must kiss this cross.

Kiss this cross.

Kiss it if you want to save your soul.

Repeat after me.

I am possessed by the devil.

Repeat after me.

I am possessed by the devil.

You are possessed by the devil.

I know you are.

I'm going to exorcise you.

Easy.

All right.

It's true, I'm possessed by the devil.

Confess that the devil is ruling you in heart, mind and body.

In heart, mind and body.

Confess, child.

Confess to Heaven.

Confess.

I confess that the devil rules me in heart, mind and body.

Swear it.

Now repeat humbly, I accept the punishment for

my grievous offence and my wicked transgressions.

Repeat it.

Please.

Go on.

Repent.

Repent.

In nomine Patris...

et Filii...

et Spiritu...

Sancti... Amen.

Your expiation... will now begin.

In nomine Patris...

et Filii... et Spiritu...

Sancti...

I will save you.

Oremus...

in nomine Patris... et Filii... et Spiritu... Sancti...

Ego te absolvo... de peccatis...

tuis...

You are possessed by the devil.

You are an instrument of hellfire, of damnation, and the wages of sin is death.

I am all too familiar with sin.

I used to be a priest, formerly.

I was expelled from the priesthood.

Those idiots thought I was too severe.

They were wrong.

My heart was pure and just, and intransigent in dealing with sin.

I fought with sin.

I fought with vice.

That's why I will exorcise you.

And tear the devil out of your heart.

You're going to die.

But your soul will mount to the joys of paradise.

Out, Satan!

Ego te absolvo... de peccatis... tuis...

Good evening.

Your guests are awaiting you.

Thank you.

How are you?

This will be a great evening.

Come, Satan.

The black mass has begun.

Come, mighty, all-powerful king of darkness.

Pray accept the sacrifice we humbly offer.

Your chosen one is awaiting you.

Your faithful offer her to you as a sign of their devotion.

The same will be done Come, O father of lies, Dicis et non faci.

Come, O father of lies, Invocat.

Invocat.

Spirit of hell, enter into us.

O Satan, O Satan, fill us with your evil power.

Fill us with your evil power.

You who bring the sweetness to sin, you, our master,

help us to tread the path of luxury and fight,

O Prince of Hades.

Come, our beloved Lord.

We pay you homage.

We are your slaves.

We worship you more than the moon and more than the fires of the sun.

Satan, accept the sacrifice that we offer you, and

may her blood flow free into the ritual vessel.

Avelia, Phaecus, Freudian, entailed.

Priestess of the Devil, I raise up this dagger

that is now the instrument of your desire.

Come to me, Prince of Hell, and give me your blessing.

Give me the strength to accomplish your sacrifice.

Accept your chosen one.

Accept your bride, whose blood shall flow in honor of your might.

Satan, we worship you.

My dear friends, I'm delighted to present Marina.

Our victim, who played her part to perfection.

And this is the dagger.

And now...

for the second stage...

Oh, baby, really nice.

Ah!

So, how did you enjoy yourself?

Just a nice party.

Nothing special.

Nothing special?

You were making it with just about anything in sight.

Oh.

Well, it's the only way to have fun.

Or it's a bore.

Don't be angry, darling.

You're the man I'm in love with.

Yes, I know that.

Only I find it hard to understand.

Oh, well, I guess it's just our difference in age.

Oh, but that's no reason to be jealous.

I don't like feeling ridiculous.

Oh.

You sometimes get the funniest ideas.

You're a fine-looking man.

Your jealousy is flattering, as a matter of fact.

It's not jealousy.

It's simply that I don't like those people.

It's the last time we go to one of those parties.

David!

Silence!

Help!

I'll save your soul.

Who are you?

You are an instrument of the devil.

You're in danger of hell.

I'll save you.

I'll exorcise you.

No!

Let me go!

You must pay for your sins.

You must be crazy.

But you are going to die in a state of grace.

I shall purify your soul.

Repent, my child.

Repent.

And you will be saved.

Satan!

Renominate Patrice.

Exile!

Good morning.

Good morning, Inspector.

I'm all through here.

What a mess.

You've done your work, but my work is just beginning, I'm afraid.

Who is that young man with you?

He's my new assistant, only if you ask me... Oh.

Find anything interesting, Doctor?

Doesn't have the appearance of the usual sexcrime.

So, we are not dealing with a sex maniac.

How about the weapon?

A thin-bladed knife, blade about seven inches long, disemboweled the woman,

stabbed the husband.

A real massacre.

A sadist.

It could be.

Or it may be a vendetta.

Or a nut.

Well, in my opinion, it was neither one nor the other.

Something here strikes me as very interesting.

The form of the wounds and the depth of the incisions.

Everything seems to point to the exorcism ritual of the early Inquisition.

So you believe that our assassin is Torquemada?

Could be a Torquemada of the present day.

According to the theories of Flans and Obermeyer, our

technological age leads to a return to superstition.

Oh, now, please, Malou, cut out the flights of imagination

and concentrate on conducting this investigation properly.

Well, Inspector, one of our men spotted

somebody, a suspicious character hanging around.

My friend, your Grand Inquisitor.

There is probably nothing but a cheap sneak thief who got in a panic.

Is this the guy?

Yes, Inspector.

Your name?

They call me Meathead.

Take off your cap.

No, I won't.

I said take it off.

You pay the hospital if I get pneumonia.

Okay, so what's your name?

Meathead.

I want your real name.

De Senna Pisteragli, Inspector.

But for convenience, they call me Meathead.

So what's your story?

Nothing.

You were hanging around that hotel there.

What for?

Who, me?

I was fermenting.

What?

Don't you talk English.

I was sleeping off a hangover.

Look, we didn't get you in here because of

that, but because you were carrying a knife.

A tiny little knife for peeling bananas.

Look, we know you got a record.

They seem to like pulling me in, but I never harmed nobody in my life.

I'm an angel with a dirty face, that's all.

Just a finger of fate.

Well, Meathead, fate's really got you this time.

All right then, angel.

You're going to be our guest once more.

You're going to try and explain just how you didn't murder the Cartiers.

You get me?

Take him away.

Let's go.

It's monotonous.

Pardon me, Inspector, but do you really believe that that man's the criminal?

Now listen.

You college theorists would think I'm making a mistake in holding Mr. Meathead.

But I've got to hold somebody, innocent or guilty, so

that I'll be left in peace to find the real criminal.

Anybody home?

Doesn't look like it.

You there, Rose?

Hi, fellas.

Hi, Rose.

Hello.

Hi.

You don't mind, huh?

Take yourselves at home.

What brings you here?

We came to get Raymond.

He's not here.

He's with the police.

It's not important.

Anyway, I'm busy now.

Your name?

Raymond Frenval.

Occupation?

I am the director of Venus Publications and of the Dagger and Garter Weekly.

Ah, a purveyor of culture.

Are you one of my readers, perhaps?

No.

I hardly have the time to even read the sport page in the Figaro.

Ah, yes.

Well, I see what you mean.

My magazine wouldn't exactly be up your street.

Mr. Frenval, I called you in here in the hope you could give me some details,

some side lights on the Cartiers.

The Cartiers?

I see them around occasionally.

They're nice people.

Plenty of money.

You'll never see them again.

They've been murdered.

Your magazine's grapevine doesn't seem to be working as it should.

That's enough, Malou.

We found one of your visiting cards in the pocket of Mr. Cartier.

As a journalist, do you have any idea about a possible culprit?

Enemies?

Acquaintances?

Or something interesting from your angle of Dagger and Garter?

Nothing at all.

They were merely nice folks.

Incidentally, they were rich, only they didn't have money to burn.

Far from it.

Yes, yes.

I understand.

Mr. Frenval, I take it you have no objections then to identifying the body?

Huh?

I find it unpleasant, but if you insist, I will.

Call Durand.

Durand.

Take this gentleman along to the morgue.

Follow me, please.

Right.

May I ask exactly how... How the Cartiers were killed?

They were murdered with a dagger.

Just like in the stories you publish.

That's interesting.

Maybe I can use it.

We like authenticity.

Goodbye.

I'm ready.

Well, Malou.

What do you think of him for a culprit?

No comment.

Maria Theresa.

Hmm.

Darling.

Darling.

Why are you angry with me?

Why?

Why?

Do you really want to know?

I love you, Maria.

Because you're a vicious old sadist.

A homosexual.

Yes, it's true.

A degenerate.

Oh, yes.

A dirty pig.

It's true.

A shit-eater.

Yes, oh, yes.

A swine.

I disgust you.

No, let me go.

Come here.

On your knees.

Undress me.

Take off your clothes.

Okay.

Get undressed.

Oh, yes.

Oh, look at that.

Oh, yes.

You're a filthy old lecher.

You're disgusting as a leper's sores.

I hate you.

I abhor you.

Oh, meg.

You make me vomit.

So does it on me.

All right, stand up.

Get on the bed, you old pimp.

Oh, Maria.

Oh, my darling.

You filth!

Oh, Maria.

Yes, oh, Maria.

Oh, Maria, that's it.

Yes, yes, Maria.

You dirty lecher.

Maria, yes.

You old pervert.

Yes, more.

Travesty.

Rapist.

Oh, I love you, Maria.

You are a sinner.

Hope you expiate your sins.

Who are you?

What do you want?

You

have a hunch the police suspect you.

That's about it.

They must be out of their minds.

Even a cop could tell you're not a murderer.

You can say that again.

Anyway, I suspect the murderer is probably one of our crowd.

You could be right, and I don't want to be the next victim.

That's all we needed.

Our murderer doesn't only kill women.

Say he wants equal numbers of men and women.

I heard that sex maniacs like that often have method in their madness.

No, I think you're wrong.

He's a woman hater.

So they think I did those killings to provide authentic material for my magazine.

After all, if I really had committed those

murders, it wouldn't be for that sort of reason.

Well, I mean, I'd rather rape Raquel Welch or pull a holdup, for example.

No, no, I can't believe that the police really think that I did it.

Only they're absolutely convinced that I played a part in it somewhere or other.

They think I lead a bad life.

They're not far wrong.

Maybe.

Anyhow, what do you expect?

A cop could never understand our... I guess not, Rose.

Yet I think they're getting near the truth.

The motive behind these murders has got something to do

with our quest for excitement in the domain of black magic.

Excuse me.

I thought Raymond was here.

Well, come in anyway.

Thank you.

I came to bring him my new manuscript.

It's supposed to go in next week's number.

I'd be very glad if you would read it.

Fine.

I'd like to.

It's a true story.

Yes, I'll read it.

I shall be honored...

to have your opinion as to its merits.

It's a story of unhappiness.

You promise you'll read it?

I've already said so.

Thank you.

What for?

The darkness of Marianna's room was pierced by only a faint light.

On the other side of the street, somebody moved a curtain.

The man's tormented, haggard face looked out.

His eyes expressed his hopeless longing for her.

But his heart... denied him the courage to speak.

But his vigil was not in vain.

Marianna came into her room.

She was not alone this time.

Her partner in fleshly lusts was with her.

The two girls clasped each other.

Began to undress.

Their gleaming bodies were exposed.

Hands clasped.

Mouths met in forbidden kisses.

The man decided to free Marianna of the demon that possessed her.

To save her soul at any cost.

He had the power to save her.

He opened the door of his apartment.

And directed his feet toward her dwelling.

Ah, Mr Vogel.

Good evening.

But why...

Why are you... here?

I have to speak to you.

All right.

Marianna.

I don't want to kill you.

You're possessed by the devil.

No.

You're possessed by the devil.

You're possessed by the devil.

I am the exorcist.

So I will kill you.

You must not scream.

Marianna.

Marianna, I'll save you.

No.

No.

Marianna.

No.

No.

I love you.

You're possessed... by the devil.

But I...

I love you, Marianna.

I love you.

I love you.

That's funny.

What is?

Anna's not back yet.

Maybe she's out with Fred.

There she is.

Open it.

Hello.

Hello Rose.

Marina.

Fred.

Hi there.

What's this in aid of?

We've come to pick up Anna.

But Anna's not here.

We thought she was out with you.

That's very strange.

We had a date to go to the movies together.

Yes, that's strange.

That's just what I said to Ray.

Well, I suppose she wants to be alone.

That doesn't sound like her.

No, it doesn't really.

I hope nothing's happened to her.

Hello?

Anna!

Where are you?

Where are you, honey?

You what?

You're with a friend.

Well, what friend?

Answer me.

She hung up.

So what?

Well, she always has had rather peculiar ways.

Only recently, she's gotten worse.

Inspector, the technical services of Interpol fed our

data into the computer and it came up with a few names.

Among them, I selected Vogel Paul, a Czechoslovak.

His real name is Paul Rozek.

He's an unfrocked priest escaped from an asylum.

He's a writer and the German police want him for offenses against minors.

He could be our man.

My dear Malou, you are the limit.

Perhaps this Paul Vogel is crazy.

But that doesn't prove that he's the man we're after.

Even though he happens to live in the apartment right across the street from

those girls who are friends of Frenval, the magazine publisher?

So Vogel lives opposite.

So what?

Well, if that's not enough, go ahead and call me an idiot.

But I'd like a little talk with Frenval and his friends.

They're all yours.

You're in for a shock.

I'd better see what he's up to.

Okay, I'll hold the port.

Raymond.

Raymond, wake up.

What do you want?

Anna isn't back yet.

I'm beginning to get worried.

Well, she did phone after all.

She's old enough to know what she's doing.

I know.

I know.

Maybe I'm being stupid, but it's just not like her.

This is the first time she's stayed away for an entire night.

Well, what of it?

I'm scared, that's all.

I've got a nasty feeling something's happened to her.

You think so?

Police.

Good morning.

The police?

Good morning, Inspector.

Sorry for disturbing you.

What can we do for you gentlemen?

This is Inspector Tanner and his assistant.

Ah.

Did you know that a certain Paul Vogel has rented an apartment just opposite yours?

No.

Why should we?

Did you also know that for the last two days,

nobody seems to have seen him around anywhere?

He has done a vanishing act.

That's a coincidence.

Uh, Anna, a friend who lives here with me, has vanished as well.

If I can give you a word of advice, I'd cut out

all of this nonsense of yours with black masses.

Already four of your group have died.

You might even be the next.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Oremus Crucem tuam adoramus Resentem resurrectionem tuam

laudamus My

darling Anna, I absolve you of your sins.

I absolve you.

Anna!

Anna!

Rose, come here.

What is it?

This is one of Paul Vogel's manuscripts.

Where did you find it?

Right here.

He talks about torture, flagellation, crucifying a girl, exercising the devil.

Read it.

He talks of disemboweling, washing away sins with blood, purification with a knife.

Well, what is it?

I want to talk to you.

What about?

That last story of yours.

Did it impress you?

Yes, very much.

Extremely sadomasochistic.

But nevertheless it had the ring of authentic experience.

What are you implying?

That you know a lot too much about these murders for a man who is innocent.

You mean that I... You don't understand.

She's very upset about the disappearance of Anna.

You mean Anna's disappeared?

You know she's disappeared.

If you suspect me, then go to the police.

My conscience is clear.

What about yours?

Are your consciences as clear as they should be?

Our black masses, perhaps.

Black masses?

What do you mean?

That's right.

If you're interested, we're holding one later

tonight in the cloister of the Templars.

It would give us great pleasure if you attend, Mr. Vogel.

I'll come.

Yes.

I'll come.

Inspector!

You took a terrible chance.

You might have been murdered.

You college boys never make mistakes like ordinary cops.

Oh, but this mistake really hurts.

I've been looking for you because they're holding another black mass.

We've got to hurry.

Come, Anna.

Let me go, or I'll kill her.

I delivered them from evil.

I freed them from the power of the devil.

I don't want to hurt this girl.

I love her.

I'll save her soul by my prayers.

I'll purify her of her sins.

Don't you understand?

I am the sword of the Lord.

I am the sword of the Lord.

You must let me go.

Let us go.

Give yourself up.

Go away, or I'll kill her.

Don't make me.

You mustn't.

You've got to admit, Inspector, that we police

college graduates get the right ideas sometimes.

These egghead cops.

I'm not convinced.

Maybe you are an exception.

Good work, Malou.