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- Come on, Manny.

You've had enough.

Let's go home.

- Home?

Which one, mine or yours?

- I'll take you to your door.

You gotta sleep it off.

Come.

- Look who's givin'
the orders now.

- Manny, please c'mon on home.

I'll take good care of you.

- Ha! Take care of me?

You can't even
take care of your johns.

You're not doin' so good lately.

Now

get lost.

- Who's there?

Oh.

- Ready.

Come back.

Come back.

Come back.

- No, no!

No!

- Listen, everybody.

- Hi.
- Wanna hear some news

real hot?

- Better be good.

- A girl has been
kidnapped, young and pretty.

Anybody know her?

- Who is she?

- No idea.

- Then how do you know
she's young and pretty?

- She oughta be.

It happened in front of
that nightclub uptown.

That's where she
used to hang out.

- She's one of those, huh?

- Those what?

- He wouldn't know.

He hasn't cheated on
his wife in 20 years.

Maybe she just left town.

You know, those dames
that move around a lot.

- Not her.

The Sergeant told
me confidentially.

You know the police went
to her apartment, right?

And you know what
they found there?

Everything.

All her clothes, her
toothbrush, her slippers.

This girl vanished
just like that.

- I wonder who would do
such a thing here in town.

- Come to think of it,

that tall fella that
lives in that house

out by the cemetery.

He moved in a few years ago.

He came from uh-

- From California.

- Yeah, right.

California.

His name is Osborne.

He's a scientist.

A bio somethin', huh?

He had the leave because he
was in trouble with the law.

He did tests on women
and somethin' went wrong.

- And how?

Some died, they said.

- No kidding.

Well let me tell you then.

That Professor Osborne?

He doesn't let anybody into
that house, not even me.

And that maid of his.

Man, she's like a real watchdog.

She makes me leave
the mail at the door.

Except one time when they
had these big heavy crates,

she asked him Professor.

She calls him
Professor, what to do.

So he had lugged these crates
into what he calls his lab

and he's got these computers
in there and screens and

a big operating table.

Specks of blood
all over the floor.

- So what?

Maybe he's a surgeon.

- He's no surgeon, I would know.

- What kind of blood was it?

- Why the hell do I know
what kinda blood it was?

I mean blood is blood.

- Those scientists, they
do all kinds of experiments

on guinea pigs, mice, rats.

- And women.

Didn't you say that,

experiments on
women 'til they die?

- I'm wasting my time.

Do I still have to wait?

- Just to have a seat, Miss.

The captain'll be
with you in a minute.

- Good morning.

Anything special?

- This young lady is
waiting to see you.

- All right.

Follow me.

- When and where did
you last see her?

- A couple of nights
ago at the Paradise.

- The nightclub?

Ah, I see.

What's your name?

- Manfred Grey

- Profession?

- Salesman.

- Selling what?

- None of your goddamn business.

What is this, a
cross-examination?

- Don't need to.

We know who you are, Manny,
and what you're selling.

That's not the right
word anyway, selling.

Renting or leasing would
be more appropriate, huh?

She probably got fed up
with you and took off.

You got some nerve
coming to the police

to reclaim your means of
livelihood, Mr. Manfred Grey.

Get out.

But

don't leave town.

All stations,

a kidnapping has been reported.

The circumstances are doubtful.

The informant is
not to be trusted.

- Well Lysia,

what do you think
about that kidnapping?

You heard about it, did you?

It might be interesting, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- We'll know more about it soon.

Let's hope.

- I don't have any
further comments.

Why don't you go
look in the morgue?

- The morgue?

- You don't to have
much experience, Miss.

Morgue is the journalistic
term for archives.

Every newspaper has one.

Yours too, I'm sure.

Whatever you readers
wanna know about me

has already been printed
at one time or another.

- You've been the
leader in your field.

You're a contender for the
Nobel Prize for biochemistry

and you leave California
to come to this hole?

Not even in Paris?

Why?

Have you been made to quit?

People talk, you know.

They wonder about
why you've come here,

about your experiments.

They wonder what goes on here.

- My private life is
nobody's business.

Scientific research is a
secret until it's published,

but you could be lucky.

I might give you a
scoop someday soon.

Maybe.

Goodbye.

- Good evening, Count Silvano.

And the Countess,

she's well, I hope.

- She's having a wonderful time.

Would you join her?

Have a glass of champagne.

- Thank you.

- Come on.

Come.

- What do you want?

- You're so beautiful.

You're just too special
for his husband of yours.

- What are you saying?

- I'm sayin' I want you
to come away with me.

- No, that's you who will go.

You must go!

- Not without you.

- Hey, hey, hey.

What's goin' on here?

Hello?

Countessa,

why don't you join
our guests upstairs?

- Why don't you let her
make her own decisions?

- Why don't you let my wife go?

Come on.

I told you once before.

You leave my wife alone.

- Please, stop it!

- Now I'm gonna tell
you for the last time.

Touch her one more
time and you are dead.

Steven?

James?

Ah.

Would you escort
Monsieur here out?

Thank you.

- Take your hands off.

- Sorry, my darling.

You deserve better than that.

Beautiful, shall
we join our guests?

- Yes.

- Take your hands off me.

Tell your boss he's
gonna pay for this.

- I regret this incident.

I truly do.

Let's forget it.

Let's have a good time.

Let's dance.

- This is the ancestral
book of perennial truth

written with blood
for the descendants

of almighty and noble clan,

whoever you shall be
from now until Tuesday.

in the presence of the deity,

creator and preserver of
man's transcendental spirit,

I solemnly admonish
you to never forget

purity cannot be preserved

without citing the
Prince of Darkness,

the arch fiend, Satan.

Torture,

only torture of the flesh

can drive the demons

from the bodies of
impure and evil.

- No!

No!

No!

- Just iron.

Heat the iron pliers.

- Please.

No.

I haven't been
touched by heathens.

Jesus.

No!

No!

No.

No.

- Lucifer, the wicked one.

Thou has taken possession of
this miserable harlot's body.

- No.

No.

No!

No!

- Then this is my vow:

I shall abide by all
your sacred precepts.

My mission is clear.

I shall be the
executioner of sinners

who do not recant and expiate.

- Poaching, huh?

A rabbit.

Let that rabbit go, you thief.

You won't get away
with it, you moron!

- Come in, Matthieu.

Upstairs.

Professor, look who's here.

- Matthieu, my friend.

Welcome. Come on in.

- Oh nice.

Oh, Matthieu.

- That's good.
That's magnificent.

- Good, Matthieu.

- That's wonderful.

- How wonderful.

- Be careful.

Good. Thank you.

Thank you very, very much.

I try not to make them suffer.

But sometimes, I have to

because I wanna cure
people who are very ill,

whose blood is poisoned.

See, that's why I
need the animals.

For their blood.

New, fresh blood

so I can analyze
it scientifically.

And thanks to today's
technology, my
computers may help me

find out why

people die.

You understand?

- Come on, Professor.

Even I don't
understand how could.

You, you stay here.

I get you something to
eat and you get to work.

- Okay.
- Come on.

A good morning.

Good morning.

Good

morning.

Good

morning.

Good

morning.

- Good.
- Good

- Mor.
- Mor.

- Ning.
- Ning.

Good

morning.

Good morning.

- Good.
- Good.

- Mor.
- Mor.

Ning.
- Ning.

- Good morn.

You. You.

You.

- Professor.

Professor.
- Ah.

- Come in.

- E.

- Professor.

- E.

E.

- Matthieu, look at him.

- This is amazing.

I'm beginning to
understand something.

You know first, he's
afraid of people

because he feels
he's superior to 'em.

But he's not afraid of machines,
that much is very clear.

And then there's the
linguistic aspect.

Words to him are
colliding sounds.

You know, sentences
we speak to him

are to his ear and his brain

kind of an indistinct
continuous noise.

Now when he reacts
to something we say,

it's merely because he's
guessing the meaning

from our expressions
and our gestures.

Not because he's breaking
down the flow of sounds

into components that make sense

which is the first
thing an infant does.

Now on the other hand,

machine-produced
words are isolated

dictums.

His brain recognizes those.

Now if I could teach him

to place his tongue
in the right way,

he might be able to
reproduce them himself.

Do you understand?

- Not quite.

All I can see that you
can learn him to speak.

Can you?

Oh please, Professor.

Do, please.

- Dorine, I can try.

It won't be speakin'
like you and me.

The best we can hope for are
mono syllables, short words.

But enough to make himself
understood, nothing more.

- Oh thank you, Professor.

Thank you.

- I think it'll be really
interesting tonight.

I'll see you later.

- Bye.

- See?

A.

You try it.

- A.

- All right, now.

B.

B.

- B.

- B.

- B.

B.
- Good.

Now watch.

C.

- C.

- All right, now.

Bad

man.

Bad

man.

- Ad

ban.

- Mm-mmm, no.

Mmm, mmm.

See, put your lips.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Man,

man.

- Man.
- Okay.

Bad

man.

- Bad

man.
- Good, good.

All right, you continue.

Continue.

- A.

B.

C.

Bad.

- Are we ready?

Proceed.

Take the sacred scepter

and begin the interrogation.

- You will acknowledge the
sins you are accused of

by answering yes.

- No, I will not.

- If you want to live,
you must confess.

- Are you impure?

- Yes.

- Did you live in debauchery?

- Yes.

- Did you offer
your body for sale?

- Yes.

- Now repeat after
me: I am a whore.

- I am a whore.

- Now repeat:

I am possessed

by Satan.

Repeat it!

- By Satan.

Possessed

by Satan.

- She has confessed freely,
just like the others before her.

Now we must deliver
her from Satan.

- You now
shall be chastised.

First, by the whip.

- No.

No,

no!

No!

No!

- You next shall
endure the ideal of the flame.

Get ready.

- I'm tellin' you there's
a lot of jewels in there.

Look.

It's Rosalee.

It's Manny's girl.

- It's hers.

Thanks, boys.

Tell Pascal and the
others to get ready.

Well-armed, of course
at00 in the morning.

- Will do.

- Okay, Manny.

- Matthieu,

I need something else.

- Yes, what is it?

- Miss Lysia and
Mr. Harvey, sir.

- I'll
be right there.

- A very beautiful riot gun.

It's brand new.

- You are a connoisseur, Harvey.

Do you care to
join me downstairs?

Please.

- Scotch for you, sir?

- Yes, thank you.

So

Countess Silvano.

- Pardon me.

- Thank you.

She's very young.

She's very beautiful.

And after what happened
the other night,

well

let's just say it's time
destiny play out its hand, okay?

You can go now.

Would you escort
Monsieur here out?

Out.

I've told you before
to leave my wife alone.

Leave my wife alone.

- Pascal, over there.

You stand here.

- Do you hear them?

They come to save

this possessed woman.

I have a

sacred mission

to remove Satan from her body

and I shall succeed.

Don't let anyone in.

- Yes, sir.

- Let me in.

My girlfriend is inside.

I'm tellin' you you
gotta let me in.

Come on.

See this?

Turn around.

- Sam, you follow me.

- Okay, boys. Over here.

- You okay?

Give me a hand.

Sam, get the others out front.

- Manny?

Manny.

- Shall we begin?

- We're lucky.

- Shit.

Help! Lemme go!

Lemme go!

Help!

Let me go!

Lemme go!

Let go!

- All right,
I'm off to do my part.

- Monsieur !

- Yes, Bernard?

Hello.
- Telegram.

- Thank you.

- You look nice today.

- Thank you, Bernard.

Look, the Countess Silvano.

- How do you know her?

- That outfit looks
nice on her, doesn't it?

I sold it to her a
couple of days ago.

- Hey, that's the
way to the cemetery.

They live on the other
end of town, huh?

Funny.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- John, how are ya?

Listen.

Somethin' fishy's goin' on.

Remember all those girls
that got kidnapped?

You know that guy that we were
talkin' about, the professor?

You know, that one that
does all those experiments

on those women until they die,

place where I saw all
the blood on the floor?

- Yeah, so?

- So I'll tell ya.

You know the Countess Silvano?

- Never heard of her.

- Oh, beautiful lady.

Anyway, I saw her on horseback

ridin' out towards
the professor's house.

- Was she going inside?

- I don't know.

I mean no, not quite.

But his house is the only house
out there by the cemetery.

- That don't mean a thing.

- Maybe it does.

Maybe it doesn't.

I'd like to find out what the
hell is goin' on out there.

You wanna go have a look?

- Yeah, okay.

- Well?

- This is what we found, sir.

- Where?
- In the forest

and the Countess was seen
riding through the town

on the way to the cemetery.

- It's hers.

I wish to call the police.

Count Silvano.

- Excuse me.

Did you say the cemetery?

No. No, I agree.

It couldn't be.

It's at the opposite
end of town.

Certainly, Count Silvano.

I'll alert every patrol car

and every policeman
on duty right away.

We're bound to find some leads.

Yes, sir. I'll
keep you informed.

Good day, sir.

- Thank you.

This one we will have
to handle ourselves.

Get to work please.

- Well, well.

Looks like you have
something after all.

Are you sure you
saw the Countess?

- My own eyes.

- How do you know it was her?

- 'Cause I recognized her,
so did a lot of other people.

She was on her way out there
to that professor's house

out by the cemetery.

That's where she was murdered.

Then they carried her body
outta there that night

by the halfwit, you know?

I saw it.

Hey, me and my pal Max.

We saw it.

- Sounds too good to be true.

I think I'll have
a look for myself.

Gentlemen, shall we?

- Her riding crop
was lying right here.

- Let's go.

- What do you want?

Mr. Roger Osborne please.

- What for?

- We'd like to speak to him.

- What about?

The professor is busy.

- It won't take long.

Just a few routine questions.

I'm police Sergeant Morton.

This is Captain Olivier,
Lieutenant Towers.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Some bodyguard.

He's well-protected.

- There must be a reason.

I wonder.

Keep an eye on all the exits.

No one should leave the house.

- Come in.

- What can I do
for you, gentlemen?

- We'd like to take a
look around if we may.

- Any particular reason?

- No, Mr. Osborne.

At least not yet.

- Well I see.

If you're gonna search my
home, you have a warrant.

May I see it?

- You're not
accused of anything.

We just like to
satisfy ourselves

that there are not even
grounds for suspicion.

- You mind tellin' me what
I could be suspected on?

- This is a very serious
matter, Mr. Osborne.

Two women have disappeared
in the last few days:

a hostess in a nightclub

and a rather prominent
and wealthy woman.

- And I'm supposed
to have kidnapped 'em?

- Well go ahead, see
if you can find 'em.

Unless you can identify
Dorine here as a hooker

or a jet-set beauty.

- Sergeant, look.

There's blood.

- What's the origin of
this blood, Mr. Osborne?

- An operation needed
for my research.

- On animals?

- Well don't tell me you suspect

that I'm operating on people.

On those two ladies maybe, huh?

- Not yet.

I might remind you
that vivisection is
illegal unless you-

- The search for scientific
truth has often been illegal.

Galileo was condemned of saying

the earth rotates around the
sun instead of vice versa.

- What sort of
animals, Mr. Osborne?

- The usual, Sergeant.

A cat, a dog, a mouse and
occasionally a rabbit.

- I see.

Take a sample, Towers.

You're under
arrest, Mr. Osborne.

You'll be coming with us.

Experts will determine
the nature of this blood.

- You really think
that's human blood?

- Last night a man was
seen leaving your house

carrying a sack with
a human body inside.

- My god, that was
Matthieu with a dead dog.

- If that's the case, our
investigation will show it.

- No, I'll prove it myself.

I'll find Matthieu

and he'll show me where
he buried the dog.

- We'll analyze the blood first.

- All right, Sergeant.

I'll get my coat.

May I pass?

- Stop.

Stop or I'll shoot!

- What happened?

Oh, Christ.

I better call the precinct.

- It's perfect.

- Thank you.

- Absolutely perfect.

So tell me, how did it go?

- Uneventful.

I did have a good ride

or should I say,
the Countess did.

I rode through the
city to the cemetery

and a little further.

Lots of people saw me,

so I don't think
anyone will suspect

that she's your guest.

- That's wonderful.

Didn't she have a riding crop?

- I must've lost
it in the forest.

- I think you better find it.

Find it now.

Don't let anyone in.

Understood?

- What's happening?

- The man says nothing doing.

We can't go inside.

- Is that right?

We wish to enter, Monsieur.

Get your weapons.

- Get upstairs and
take care of this.

C'mon.

- Okay.

- You too, Harvey.
- Yes, sir.

- Sam,
get the others.

- Count Silvano, come up here.

- Hey you.

- C'mon, come on, come on.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

- You wanted to visit
our secret chambers,

now's your chance.

Right now.

- An unexpected pleasure
to see you here.

- Where's my wife?

- It's so sad watching
a man like you

desperately trying to
hold onto his wife.

It's a sin, you know?

Harvey, bring the
gentleman to see his wife.

- Darling.

- You all right?

- I'm so afraid.

- Harvey, show the gentleman
to a front-row seat.

- Move.

- Sam.

- Sit down.

- Matthieu!

Matthieu.

Goddammit, where are you?

Son of a bitch.

They're gone?

- They'll be back,
you can be sure.

- Well they're gonna arrest me.

I couldn't find him.

- He's right here having coffee.

- He's what?

- Here.
- Oh thank god.

Go get him.
- Yeah.

Matthieu, the professor is here.

Tell him exactly
what you told me.

Matthieu, where did
you bury the dog?

No, don't bark.

You know how to say the name.

Dog.

D-O-G.

- Dog.
- Good.

Where did you bury it?

Well then what did
you do with it?

Water, water.

Long, the river.

You through the
sack in the river.

Again.

A horse.

What about the horse?

Captured.

Somebody was captured,
taken off a horse.

A lady with long hair.

A lady with long
hair and a horse.

A Jeep.

Who was in the Jeep?

I'm gonna call the police.

This is Dr. Osborne.

I'm home.

- Good, you're back.

I knew you'd come
to your senses.

No tricks now. Let's go.

- Wait, wait.

We know what happened.

The kidnappings, everything.

- How would you know?

Oh, I forgot.

Tell 'em.

- He will tell.

- You're wasting my time.

This halfwit can't even talk.

- He's not a halfwit.

He's a human being.

His name is Matthieu.

- Sure, Matthieu can tell.

And if it's anything
you don't understand,

the professor or
I will translate.

Go on, Matthieu.

Tell the Sergeant
what you've seen.

Go.

- The Countess?

- A horse.

- No hair,

bald.

They took her in a car.

You followed.

- Why don't you get started?

- Soon you'll
be like her, Countess.

- No.

- Vizier please.

- Pleasure.

- Oh no.

No.

Don't.

- What grounds do we have
to search this place?

Just this idiot's say-so
doesn't make sense.

- I believe what he told us.

- You call that
pantomime telling?

Well let's try to get
inside and have a look.

Towers, ring it again.

- Yes, what is it?

- It's the police Captain,
a Sergeant or an Inspector.

Yes, yes and some cops.

What shall I do?

- Stall them for a few minutes.

I'll be right up.

You understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Sam, Harvey, Lysia.

Shall we go upstairs
to greet our guests?

- Untie me.

Untie me.

- Help me.

Please.

Help me.

- Please, gentlemen.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

And to what do I owe
this unexpected pleasure?

- We'd like to have
a word with you.

- Well my guests and I have
just sat down for a drink.

Would you care to join us?

- No, thank you.

- Of course not.

Well tell me, what exactly
is it I can do for you?

- We'd like to take a quick
look around your house.

- Certainly.

I can't imagine why.

I'm sure you have
your own reasons.

Where would you like to start?

Here in the living
room, the library,

upstairs in the master
bedroom perhaps?

Guest room, servant's quarters.

Your choice.

- Our choice?

Then why didn't you
suggest the cellar?

- We'd like to look in
your cellar if we might.

- Nothing down there that would
be of any interest to you.

- Then you won't mind if we
take a look for ourselves.

- Be my guest.

- Go.

- Bastard.

- It's too late.

Get down.

- Shit.

- Finally.

They are together, hmm?

- Don't
touch me, you fiend.

- Let us out of here.

- Don't touch me.

I hate you.

- Finally.

- Don't kill him!

He should be brought
to court and tried.

- Don't!

- Bad

man

dead.

Good.