All language subtitles for vianey 1980 un assassin qui passe

A river carrying everything is said to be
violent but no-one accuses of violence the banks which enclose it.

Ferreri!

Why are you looking at me like that?

You think I'm a bitch?

I've met others who did it differently

but in the end it was the same.

I didn't betray him to be killed.
I didn't want that.

When they leave a man they
say they love him,

they cry,

and they leave with another man.
-I didn't want to go to jail.

I think he deserved it more than me.

Still I was fond of him.

I don't trust a woman who
says she's fond of me.

Just in case she's not fond
anymore one of these days.

It makes you laugh, huh?

In the end you're right.
There's something to laugh at.

You don't need to take drugs, huh?

You're well in your shoes.

From time to time you kill a man
to relax your nerves.

You're right.

It's almost true.

I'm not sure Ferreri loved you.

You're sure he loved you?
-It's you who killed him.

Not me.

Of course.

And my file?

Sign here and you won't be charged.

I can still say something?
-No but you can get the fuck outta here!

Do you want to get in bed with me?

Do you want to get in bed with me?

Do you want to get in bed with me?

Do you want to get in bed with me?

You made up your mind?

You agree?

On everything?

Let's go.

It's all I have.

I thought I had more.

It's silly.

You can't give me an
advance for the rest?

Bloody idiot.

Wait!

Let me go.
-Wait. I'll pay. I promise.

I only want to lay down
by your side for a few minutes.

That we hold each other's hand.

You never had the impression

to drown yourself in the gutter
when nobody reach out to you?

I did.

It's awful.
-What's awful

is that you're a pain in the ass!

You still has something to tell me?

I can't.

You can't do what?

I can't speak.

Well, say nothing then.

You will save money and
you will come back to see me.

Alright?

Put it away.

Come.

Come.

Lay down.

I'm tired you know.

I understand.

What do you understand?

That sometimes

you want to receive a
rock on the head

to kill you

when you're so tired of everything.

It's God killing for pleasure.
Not me.

Don't move.

What's God got to do with this case?

Sometimes God likes to peep.
-She's got small breasts.

In the past they had big breasts but since
it's old-fashioned now they have small ones.

The last one also had small breasts.

I'd like to know why he kills them.
-Maybe because he loves them.

You're not tired of shooting stiffies?

First communion, newlyweds, stiffies,
it's all the same to me.

Except some of them smile
while others can't anymore.

That's a good one.

I'm done.

What's next?

As usual.

The day is long. Roll on Saturday!

That's what you say.

But Saturday comes
and Saturday is over...

Then there's another one and another...

Until the day there's no more Saturday
because you're over too.

You're not very funny.

And the others...

you think they're funny?

You for instance?

Are you funny?

I don't know.

It's the fourth woman he kills.

What's the relation between them?

Take it.

No relation

besides being women.

If you obey me I will
do you no harm.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

Very good. Now lie down.

Face down.

Don't look back. Don't look back.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Can I have a cigarette?
-Of course.

I was more afraid

because of the mask.

I thought I was in a nightmare.

I told him the cleaning lady was
about to come in. That she had the key.

You don't have a maid?

No just a cleaning lady.

And you said that

before taking off
your clothes or at the same time?

I can't remember.

He was still threatening you?

With his knife?
-Yes, of course.

Then?

...while I was taking my clothes off

he was standing there without moving.

He asked me to lay face down

and to stand still.

I did what he asked of me.

The only thing you could do.

After a while when I didn't hear
him anymore I looked back

and he was gone.

You mean he just vanished
through thin air.

Without touching you?

He did that only to see you naked?

Well...

he got closer

and I think I felt his breath.

His breath? -Yes I think so.

I didn't dare turn my head.
-You were in this position?

You were waiting.

-Yes.
-What were you waiting for?

For the end. What else do you
think I was waiting for?

Ok. You're naked. On your belly.

You feel his breath on
your body and hop...

he disappears.

Miss Klein you should tell us the truth.

How many times do I have to repeat myself?

By all means you probably
think that everybody lies.

That's a fact.

Me, I believe you.

I can understand that he didn't
dare touch you directly.

The first time.

And after?

I waited a few minutes, I heard nothing
and I looked back. That's all.

So?

I think it's him.

Who's "him"?

Are you nuts? My apple!

You think he'll come back?

With a man unafraid
to die everything is possible.

We'll have your building
under surveillance day and night.

If it's him why did he wear a mask?

Remember his letter.

I met a woman with dancer's legs and
suddenly I wished I had a new face.

He wore a mask because he had no
intention of killing her.

If you had watched this woman closely
you would have understood.

Beautiful or not a woman is worth
any other woman for me.

Do you smell the perfume she
left behind her? -Yeah.

It smells money.
-Listen.

One day he met this woman
by chance in the street.

He's fascinated. He spies on her and
he manages to get inside her building

and in her apartment what's happening?
-He puts her naked.

Yes of course but above
all he didn't touch her.

And then? -And then he comes back on
the scene of the crime he didn't commit.

As in Agatha Christie's novels.

And then he's killed by a policeman who
was in the right place at the right
time as in Chandler's novels.

-Where do I put this guy?
-In custody.

I don't have time. I must go.
-Hang him to the radiator.

OK. Come on.

I'm innocent.
-We know.

How do you know he's crazy enough
to come back? -Because in his
place I would come back.

I'm sorry. I didn't want
to scare you. What's wrong?

I was in surgery when you called. I tried to
reach you then. Finally I came directly here.

What happened to you?
-I was assaulted.

Where?
-Here.

By whom?

A guy...

with a mask

and a knife.
-A knife?

What did he want?

That I take my clothes off.

What else could I do?

I obeyed him. He watched me
and he left.

It's the truth.
He didn't touch me.

You went to the police?
-Yes.

So?

They think it's him.
-Who's "him"?

The guy who kills women with a knife.

I'd rather be alone tonight.

Do you love me even a little bit?

Loving a little bit is not loving.

So you don't love me.

I just try not losing you.

Take a pill before sleeping.

Hello?

Good night Felix.

Not at all.

Precisely I felt a bit lonely tonight.

Alright. See you soon.

See you soon.

I was afraid you were not at home.

I'm alright.

I feel a bit lonely.
I'd like to see you.

Every man is afraid of women.

They might say no.

They might leave.

They might stop loving them.

I'm afraid and I confess.

That's why I bought this knife.

The first time

I didn't want to use it.

And it still happened.

How?

I don't know.

First

it left me

with a terrifying memory.

Haunting too.

Haunting.

That woman...

I had to see her again.

I thought about her non-stop.

But I couldn't since she was dead.

So I had to find another one.

And start again.

Yeah.

I think that's it.

I wanted to kill her

but I didn't want her to die.

To be able to start again.

May I?

There's no...

I only keep the pages I like.

Yep.

I noticed that you have beautiful legs.

Why are you blushing?
-I don't blush.

It makes you uncomfortable
if I tell you this?

It depends. It's hard to tell.

No.

What is hard to tell it's...

Do you want to get in bed with me?
That's hard to say.

Every morning I train
in front of the mirror.

Do you want to get in bed with me?

Do you want to get in bed with me?
Do you want to get in bed with me?

But I can't in front of a woman.

Nice day, huh?
-Yes.

After you.
-Not at all you first.

Anyway I don't go in.
-What do you mean?

I don't feel well.

Tell them I'm sick.

Don't forget to tell them.

The murdered woman last thursday,
you're sure it's him?

Absolutely.

Sit down.

Each time he's about to commit
a murder we receive a letter.

He warns you?
-He only writes.

But this time it's not you
he has killed.

Can I read the letter?

I will read it to you.

I can't stand silence anymore,

the empty space of my room

that I try to furnish
with some noise

or uselessly walking from one end
of the room to the other.

Then I go into the streets where
criminal ideas fill my head

like putting this city
in flame to alert its inhabitants

and forcing them out of their
homes to hear their voices.

But I met a woman with dancer's legs.

And suddenly I wished
I had a new face.

You're thirsty?
-No.

It seems she's not home, huh?

Don't worry. I will wait for her.

You can't wait on her doorstep.

Come with me.

You will hear when she's back.

Come in.

We will leave my door open.

Come in.

Put your violin there.

Sit down.

There.

It's a bit empty here.

Me and the furniture, you know...

What are you interested in then?

Music.

Play something for me.
-What do you want?

What you play best.

What you want.

Put your feet there.

No, stay as you were.

I'm listening.

No. I don't feel comfortable.
-Play.

Ouch!

I think your teacher came in anyway.

There's a back entrance?
-No.

Aren't you afraid that he comes back?

Yes, a little.

I read that fear
is good for the human body.

I don't know if it's true.

You really think he'll come back?

I think he has no other option.

That's how you react?
"Ah"?

You'd rather see me fainting.

Interesting prints.
-I like them a lot.

You're shocked?

I don't know why but I think about
an old Chinese phrase that says

"There's somewhere a great mirror

where everyone can see
who he really is

but nobody dared yet to
look inside."

You have much in common with
someone I like a lot.

Who?
-My father.

When he was younger of course.
-Of course.

Well...

Good bye Inspector.

If you want.

In half an hour.

Alright. Ok.

The next woman I meet I tell her
she has much in common with my mother.

Sorry. It's me again.
Can I come in? -Of course.

There's a man prowling the building
with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

Really?

You think it's an excuse?

An excuse for what?

You're right. I never say the right
thing at the right time. I'm stupid.

Not at all. You're just shy.

Not really.

I just wish I was more funny.

Women generally love men
who make them laugh.

Excuse me, I forgot your name?

Ravik.
-And your first name?

Everybody calls me Ravik.

Ravik.

It's strange. I ran behind him
and he simply vanished.

Maybe he entered in his apartment.

Maybe he lives in this building.

You're right. I didn't think about it.

It's odd that I didn't
think about it.

Well if it's him he will
probably be here soon.

He had some flowers?

Decidedly I'm very uncomfortable
with a beautiful woman.

With the other women too.
-It's normal to be scared of each other.

One never knows what the others
think of him. -You're afraid of me?

I don't think so.
-Why?

Because I know what you think of me.

Dr Thomasson. Inspector Ravik.

Who gave you theses flowers?
-I found them on the doorstep. Why?

You didn't see anyone.
-No.

You must absolutely
leave this apartment.

He won't come anymore. Anyway you can
see that he doesn't want to hurt me.

He's a psychotic.

What is a psychotic?

A man who kills women with flowers?
-Stop your bullshit!

A psychotic is a very normal person

except when he's in a crisis.

What drives him to kill in your opinion?
-I don't know.

Maybe a love need

that he could never satisfy.

What are you doing?
You're not going to keep them?

They're only flowers.
-Throw them out. You hear me.

Maybe I should but I don't want to.

I'm telling you to throw them out! Shit!

Listen.

I really don't know
why he didn't kill you.

Maybe next time.

How to fight against this knife
that opens in my hand?

Besides I don't recognize myself in
the man who committed these murders.

In the streets

the people don't recognize him either.

No-one turns on him.

No-one says...

there's a murderer passing.

Another healthy girl will die soon.

What do we do?

We wait.

Get closer Sir.
We have things to show you.

10 francs. 15 seconds. Climb up.

Climb up. 10 francs.

It's over now.

Next one. 10 francs. 15 seconds.

Hurry up.
We close in 5 minutes.

You hold my hand but your
mind is somewhere else.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking about my
first sexual emotion. -Really?

It was in a shoe store.
-Speak louder. I can't hear you.

It was in a shoe store.

I was with my mother
and there was a female employee

crouching at my feet.

Suddenly she opened her legs

to let me see.

It was funny because she smiled
like someone who was fondled.

Me it was in Britain.
I was seven years old.

I was hanging out in the
sand-hills with a friend

and we met a boy our age

who was holding a stick in his hand.

He stopped us with a move.

He threatened us with his stick
and asked us to...

take off our panties.

We obeyed

and he quietly watched us.

Then he asked us to slowly
turn our back

and he left.

We came back to the same spot for a
few days but he was never there.

Listen.

I'd like you to live with me.

Don't worry...

Only until the police catch that guy.

You know they use you as a bait?

But he won't come back.

Flowers, Miss?
-No thanks.

Alice Maldives has finished?

Yes. She's changing in her lodge.

Thanks.

You came to speak or to listen?

You need some tenderness?

So you came to see your old girlfriend.
-That's it.

You were bored?

No, I never get bored.

Me I get bored all the time.

How do others not get bored?

They get married. They make children.

Why don't you marry
and have children then?

Because I'm not bored.

It must make an awful noise.

Be careful. Sometimes it misfires.

At least that's what people think.

You're afraid?

No.

What makes you afraid then?

Nothing.

Only women.

Would you dare?

That's how I want to die.

Like switching off the light
by pushing a button.

But I'm afraid of the noise.

Come on. Shoot.

I don't really understand you.

Nobody understands nobody.

It doesn't prevent people
talking to each other

and living together.

It doesn't work with me.

That's why I live alone.

I have a pain...

here.

No headache?

A little. Dizziness too.
-I know.

It's nothing.

So why does it hurt so bad?
-It hurts?

I hurt too.

An ulcer.

But I feel privileged because
an ulcer is less serious than a cancer.

But I'd rather be heartbroken because a
broken heart is less serious than an ulcer.

Sir I want to vomit.

Alright, You can go home.
-Good bye Sir.

So?
-So what?

Do you want to get in bed with me?

It would be interesting if the men
ruling the world asked advice from women.

The world seen by us.

War, economy, politic, love...

Or at least that they ask for our opinion.
-And what's your opinion?

Well, I never really thought about it
since I'm never asked to give my opinion.

Except on love.

We should talk about love more often.
-We can talk about it now.

I think love is what matters.

Everything else should spring from love.

Economy,

politic...

If people were paid the highest and
not the lowest it would be well.

It would be love.
-Thank you.

And you Inspector? Are you married?
-No. Divorced.

Maybe we're not built to live in couple.
Maybe two is too much.

Or not enough.
-It suited me fine.

Then?

She was cheating on me.

And you left her?

No. I forgave her.

It's her who left.

Please.

Thanks.
-Come with me Inspector.

Let's talk somewhere else.

Sorry.

There?

We will be very comfortable to chat.

I thought about it.

Risks are too high. You must leave.

Before I was telling myself that
I would save your life if he came back.

and maybe after that she
will think I'm a nice guy.

But I already think you're a nice guy!

Anyway it's too dangerous.

Move discreetly in another apartment

and don't stay alone.

You think he's stalking me?

That he's somewhere around us?

Maybe.

So it's no use moving into another apartment.

A man meets a woman in an elevator.

He finds her wonderful.

She finds him wonderful.

He thinks "I could take her
to the end of the world".

She thinks "I could follow him
to the end of the world".

The elevator's door opens.
The woman gets out.

They will never meet again.
What do you think about that?

I think he was not sure about
what she thought.

That's why he didn't say a word.

Well, yes, you're probably right.

Don't tell me that you didn't see the guy
going inside the building with the flowers?

I saw a small boy going inside
with a bunch of flowers.

It means he spotted us.

The small boy?

Fontaine has interrogated him.

We need a key of the apartment.

You should ask her. It would be easier.

Fontaine? Ravik.

You interrogated the small boy?
What's his description?

Small, blond, around 7 years old...
-Not him moron.

Yeah, sorry. He was very vague.

A nice guy with a cap.
He gave him ten bucks and that's all.

It's true, you know.

I haven't kissed a woman for
a month. Maybe more.

When it lasts so long I have
the feeling it will never happen again.

When I'm alone I think about
awful things. For instance...

all these days without pleasure
lost and thrown out the window.

All these days without
love drive me crazy!

I write letters then to
unknown people.

Do you know that on last judgment's day
all body parts will have their say?

Feet, hands, sex...

You knew that?

Of course you didn't. Well.

Tell me good night at least.

Good night Jacques.

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

Good night!

How to fight against this knife
that opens in my hand?

Besides...

I do not recognize myself in the
man who committed these crimes.

And in the street

the others don't recognize him neither.

Nobody turns on him.

Nobody says...

there is a murderer passing by.

Please?

Please?

A pitcher of wine please.

Please?

An apple pie please

and a coffee.

What time do you finish tonight?

It's not your business.

At ten.

Good night.
-Good night.

Good night.

Well...

I had forgotten you.

The first time they always forget me.

And then? They cannot live without you?

I drive you home?

Another time.

Between today and the next
time so many things can happen.

Come on.

I know a club near St-Nom-La-Breteche.
We could go there to listen some music.

Oh la la!

Why "Oh la la"?
-It's just that...

I don't even know your name.

Jacques.

Jacques what?

Jacques the ripper.

My name is Sylvie.

Can I turn on the radio?

Yes.

You're not a big talker.

I think about you.

I know what you think about.

But it is not the same
as thinking about someone.

You want me to think about you and
forget in the same time that you have

a breast,

some legs...
-And an ass.

What do you do for a living?

Nothing interesting.

There's not many people doing
interesting things.

At night...

when you drive alone on a country road

you feel like you're in the
middle of the ocean.

Maybe you're right.

It's still far?

What's this place?

I like this place.

I don't.

It's funny...

Death is a female word

and love is a masculine word.
It never struck you?

No.

I want to go home.

Alright.

Alright.

Look.

Don't you find these old
trees beautiful? Listen.

The silence

that lasts

for millions of years.

Bring me back.

Why?

I did nothing to you!

Not even the hand!

Did I only try to hold your hand?

Yet I feel like it from the beginning.

But that too...

it's difficult.

Bring me back.

Sometimes I wake up at night
and I ask myself

what have I done to God to be so alone.

You're not alone being alone.

We can go back now that
everything's been said between us.

Get out.

But you can't do that?

Get out! Get out!
Get the fuck outta here!

Get out!

That guy is crazy, poor bastard, moron!

Scumbag! -Get out!

You're completely wacko!
-Get out!

Get out!

Don't do that!

Don't do that!
-Get out!

What did I do to you?
-Get out!

What did I do to you? Tell me!
-Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

You're crazy...

Don't touch me!

You're not an ordinary cop.

I'm always afraid of being clumsy

and when you're clumsy you
always lose the game.

The great master is the one
who's not afraid of anything.

What Great master?
-The Great Master...

of everything.

You pack a gun?

Yes.

Can I see it?

Here?

Yes. Why not?

You want me to draw my gun now?

In front of everyone?
-I'm not asking you to use it.

You already killed someone with this gun?

Yes.

It's very easy. You just have to pull here.

You're a cynical cop.
-Why sinister?

No I said cynical.

I kill as I would like to be killed.

And you? You already killed a man?
-No I couldn't hurt a fly.

A fly maybe...

but a man.

He was identified?

Yes.

Pauline's apartment.

Ok. I'm coming.

Who watches? -Fontaine.

There's a new one.
What?

A new corpse.

From the tire tracks it could be an Ami 6

a Fiat 1500, a R5, a 203 Peugeot
or any other car with the same size.

That's all?

Listen. I'm not clairvoyant. I do
not turn tables. -Don't get angry.

The man had sneakers size 42,
he weighs around 70 kg.

We also found on the scene some Hollywood chewing-gum wrapping paper.

That's all.

Give yourself up little bastard!

If you want the war...

you'll have it!

Stay where you are! stop now!
-Do as he says!

Let her go -Go away!
-You are in deep shit!

Only soldiers and cops like us
have the right to kill!

We got him!
-Go away!

(Inaudible)

Come out. Come out Fontaine.

Go away!

Someone heard them when he tried to rape
her. Now he wants a car or he kills her.

The car! I bring her with me
and I will let her loose after.

You heard me?

Let me go, let me go.
- No, no. Let me have him.

You see me?
-Yeah, I see you. Where's the car?

You can kill the girl.
There will be no car.

Stay where you are!
-Listen to him!

Look.

I turn my back.
There's no risk for you.

You see the light bulb?

Now I turn.
You can slay the girl.

Give your knife.
-Slowly, slowly.

Come here.

Show your hands.

Go on! Go on!

So? You alright?

And that? What is it?
-It's only chewing-gum.

We found a letter on the crime scene.

And that? Size 42.

Come on wear it.

And that? What is it?

To butter your toasts maybe?
-I didn't mean to use it.

Really?

You sure?
-So? -So what?

Man...

Did you see yourself holding
it in your hand?

Did you?
-Let me go!

Let me go! -And like this?
Did you see yourself like this?

Fran�oise, Nicole and co, you remember,
tell us you remember them!

But he will tell me everything.
Won't you my darling? Won't you?

Let me go. I want to puke.
-Already?

You're not a funny guy.

You're a softie, huh?

This guy didn't write the
letters we received.

We'll do a handwriting analysis and compare the result with the writing on the mirror.

Ten against one it's him.
-Ten what against one what?

Say nothing.

Please.

I have no good excuse.

Thank you.
-For what?

For keeping mum.

Get out.

No.

No.

No. -Come here you.

I don't know. It's hard to tell.

Can I hear his voice?
-Ask him to say something.

Can you say something to the Mr?

Shit.

Listen boy. You see my hand.

It's a blunt object. You understand?

It doesn't sting, it doesn't cut,
it leaves no trace.

That's it. He'll be a nice boy now.

Come on say something now.
-I love the force.

It's good!
-It's alright.

The man we're after Mrs is not necessarily
the man who came to your home.

So?
-No, it's not him.

You were right.
You're always right.

Please.

You don't want to take off
your coat? It's very hot here.

No, I won't stay.
-Ok.

What are you going to do with this boy?

Convict him for attempted rape.

We'll find the other soon.

How do you know?
-He's not sleeping anymore.

Something here.

His path always leads him towards you.

I know...

to watch again...

to touch...

he's obsessed.

I think you're imagining things Inspector.

I put myself in his skin.

I imagine...

It's easy. Cops are inverted
peeping-toms.

Well barely...

Yes but he kills.

You know, there are also
inverted murderers in the force.

You don't sincerely
think that he has forgotten you.

I don't know. I'm not in his shoes.

Leave Paris for a week or two.

It's true it's hot here.

Tell me...

Could I be a movie producer
with my face?

Yes. Why not?

So I could tell you, dear Pauline do you want
to come for a drink at my place tonight?

You could. Too bad you're not a producer.

Don't show me the way.
I know it by heart.

Why do you look at me like that?

You remind me of a Rembrandt painting.

I'm sorry. I feel terribly alone tonight.

We're all standing in the gutter.

The only difference between us is
that some of us look at the stars.

Wait.

I have the feeling you understand
very well what I'm saying.

Let me walk a little with you.

Don't be afraid. I'm old
enough to be your mother.

Don't get angry. I don't want to hurt you.

Get out!

Now I know who you are,

why I recognized you

and why I followed you.

Anyway you can't kill me.
I'm not a real woman.

So...

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

So Fontaine, you take it easy?

She's at home?

She's coming in just now.

Say, you're sure he'll come back?

Certain.

I wanted to warn you that
he'll come back.

He cannot wait any longer.

You think he'll come back to kill her?

To kill her I'm not sure but
I know he'll come back.

And I'm afraid he's smart enough
to fool our surveillance.

You know what I think?

I could have killed her myself.

Yes.

I could also have hit her
but I'm too coward.

That's possible.
-That I'm a coward?

No. That you should have hit her.

Can you convince her to leave?

No.

Good bye Doctor.
-Good bye.

Inspector Ravik please.

Yes it's urgent.

Yes there's a message.Tell him that Pauline
Klein has called and that I'm waiting for him.

Thank you.

What? You're shaking? You're afraid?

I don't blame you. You're mortal after all.

There's no beast so fierce that it
does not know the feeling of pity.

Since I don't know pity

then I'm not a beast.

You don't like Mozart?
-No.

You alright?

Yes I'm alright.

Don't you think we waste our time?

No.

She's at home?

Yes.

I can go downstairs?

Yes.

Who's there?

Water Company, Mrs.

What do you want?

We've been warned that
there's a water oozing

in the basement that could
come from your cellar.

Really?

Maybe you have furniture or valuables
inside you want to protect.

You want the key?

I must find it.

I can't find it.

I think I never went in that cellar.

It's not important.

And don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

Go away. The police is watching
the apartment. -I know.

But I don't care.

I had to see you again.

And I couldn't wait any longer.

Don't be afraid.

Come.

I prefer your bedroom.

It's your image

and it feels good to be inside.

Usually I'm not afraid.

Maybe because I lose my mind.

Maybe also because I have a weapon.

Sit down there.

Please.

What happened?
-He's in the building. Stay here.

Faster Ravik!

Then...

Inspector Ravik pushed the door
violently to surprise the man.

Probably to prevent him to
use me as a shield.

Armed with his knife the man...

the man turned towards the door.

And when he was going to throw himself
at him Inspector Ravik pulled his gun...

and shot.

Is it correct?

It is correct.

Sign.
-It's a beautiful death.

Many of my patients will never
have such a beautiful death.

You don't read your
testimony one last time?

If you don't want to be
bothered by the journalists pack

in the corridor I advise you
to take this exit.

Good bye Inspector and
thank you. Good work.

So?

So what?

Here she is!

Let her go!

timings and proofread : meatisgood
translation : aloysius70