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Death is an implacable process.

It is linked
to man's very existence.

Personally,
I'm fascinated by meaning.

The neuro-cognitive side.

Billions of chaotic connections

that can be manipulated
without leaving a mark.

Pure abstraction in a way...

I met Stanislas
in the sanctuary of madness.

Pontiac...

The unit for dangerous madmen.

Stop writing.

It ruins my concentration.

Do you know

that the two most famous men
in the history of mankind

never wrote a word?

Not even one letter.

Those two men
are Jesus and Mohammed.

Writing is a lie.

A deviant media for thought.

Stanislas used to write.

Indeed he did.

I have to know

Margot T26 - road accident - 3:45

Now the other major news item...

The dramatic result
of a maniac's act...

The series of murders with
mutilated and amputated victims.

It's hard to reach a conclusion
for now.

The investigators feel
that the recent murders

could be the work
of a serial killer.

This kind of murder
is rare in Europe...

Stanislas...

Paul Olbek here.

Yes, doctor.

Don't call me that.
It's dull and boring.

I'm glad to hear you at last,
Stanislas.

Me too.

The two chats that we've had

since you left Pontiac
won't help us make progress.

We need to start sessions soon,
you see?

How about meeting tomorrow,
just before work, at 5, say?

5 is good for me.

Good. I'll be expecting you.
See you tomorrow.

Good-bye, doctor.
See you tomorrow.

Luck... You had none.

Stan...

Luck...

Innocent,

Stan.

Innocent, she was.

Pay.

Pay, Stan.

Pay. You must.

Stan...

My head...

Horror! Amandine, struck down
on her 22nd birthday.

Do you know Alternative 3?

The Americans will send
their leaders

to a space station
in a global war.

Don't you think that's dumb?
I do.

There'll be nothing left on earth

and those faggots
will be stuck up there in space...

Are you cold?

Tell me about your job.

My job?

Yes, your job.

Yesterday,
I met a charming person.

She seemed decent, young, blonde...

She was touching.

We had a long talk.

Cultured... She was very cultured.
That's rare in a woman.

I suggested...

Are you talking about your job?

What did you suggest to her?

To take care of her.
She needed that, I know.

Did she tell you she needed you?
Did she ask?

No, but I know.

Did she ask you?

Yes, in a way.

What does it matter
if she asked or not?

The main thing is for me to want
this kind of thing, right?

Is this woman
one of the people you look after?

Stanislas,
you must stop speaking to them.

How can I put it?

They can no longer...

Surely you understand?

Did you choose to work nights?

Yes.

Stanislas, you've suffered
all these years.

Your forced stay in hospital
damaged your mind

and you seek refuge
in your fantasies.

You were the victim
of a legal error.

You do not have to atone
for a crime you never committed.

I'll call the sentencing judge
and get you another job.

I like looking after them.
I don't want...

You don't want what?

You want to go back to Pontiac?

5 years with those maniacs

weren't enough?

No, not that hell.

I don't know why
they sent you there to work.

I advised them
against any deviant employment.

I wonder if they don't do it
deliberately.

You're worth much better than that.

I mustn't.

You mustn't what?

I help them, understand.
I free them.

They need me
to leave this mortal coil.

So how do you help them?

Don't tell me you...

All right...

I'll see you in two days.
I'm changing your pills.

You're going to need

a little energy.

Don't be afraid.

I'm alive.

I was dead
but now I'm alive forever.

Fuck...

Keep it simple, keep it tasty.

Ravioli, cooked to a turn.

Léon, cordon bleu food from a can.

Always cooked to a turn,
that's the secret.

You bet you're bothering me.
Have you seen the time?

What?

What the hell do I care?

Put it in the fridge for now.

No room?
Try ditching the beer cans.

What? Oh, fuck it.

Okay, bring it round,
we've got room.

What? I'm kind?
Quit insulting me!

Yeah, sure, see you later!

I don't fucking believe it.

Only cops can be that dumb.

Already busting my balls.
I should've stayed on vacation.

Oh, shit!

Look what those bastards did!
It's stuck.

I'll have to change pans.

Fucking hell.

The pigs are bringing a corpse over.

A bum someone set on fire.

There are fuckers everywhere.

Hold on, I'll clear that up,
it's my fault.

I'll clean it up, I said.

Leave it, okay?

Fuck, a crisped one.

I can't take the smell.

They say it's like roast pig
but that's crap.

They've never smelled
a burnt corpse.

The brains, the guts,
the blood all stink of death.

The worst smell I know.

I think about it every night.

That monk who set fire to himself
during the Vietnam war...

I was fifteen at the time.

It's a paradox, huh?

Millions of people get killed
without anyone asking their opinion,

while others are prevented
from doing themselves in.

I've never had the guts
to end it all.

All the same, I've tried.

I could write a book
on the ways of committing suicide.

Ever since they went,

as soon as I wake in the morning,
I think about it.

And that's when I manage to sleep.

Right, Mr Tranquillizer?

How about you?

Why are you here?

Hey, are you deaf?

I asked why you're here.

Are you gonna answer?

- It was the judge.
- What?

The judge found me this job.

What the fuck d'you mean?
What judge?

My judge found me the job
when I left hospital.

I don't mind night work.
I don't like people.

I'm starting to like you.
Want a cigarette?

I'm Stanislas.

Welcome to the club, Stan.
May I call you Stan?

Brilliant.

Life's not just
unpleasant surprises.

Want a drink?

If you don't drink,
the job'll be hell.

I've got pills, for my memory.

Oh, right, if you're on pills...

Come on, have some ravioli with me.

Talk about a return to society.

You were on vacation.
D'you have a family?

A family?

Always go on vacation
with your family...

Leave it.

It's my job, I'll see to it.

All right! Just a second!
What's the big rush?

Stan!

Blood, everywhere...

Hurt... I hurt. You too.

Careful, Stan.

Your garden.

It's your garden.

I hurt.

Stan...

I hurt...

...no further information
although the authorities

request people not to panic.

Some theories have filtered
from police sources.

The murders are likely to be
the work of one man.

The man is probably
in his thirties...

Come here, Stanislas.

Admire the finest work of art.

The encounter of chance

and the most complex
mechanism ever.

The brain...

Sublime!

Man's designer
repeated his work to infinity

by allowing his creatures
to procreate.

The only defect,
if indeed it is one,

is to have imagined creatures
both too perfect

and mediocre at once,

capable of existing,
outdoing themselves

and exterminating one another.

It's fascinating

to observe man's capacity
for destruction.

Especially of his fellows.

Don't you agree?

Good.

We've wasted enough time.

We need to assess you.

You'd rather stand?

We shall try to return

to a subjective
psychological atmosphere

by tackling the historical part
of your case.

You must have been through this
a number of times

during internment.

I don't think this formality
will be a problem for you,

will it?

I'm recording this
for therapeutic purposes only.

No objections?

Well?

Well?

Let's get started.

I'm referring to your former
psychiatrist's report.

Stanislas Dobschnik
has just turned seven

when his father dies at work,
suffocated in a grain silo.

Mrs Dobschnik
gradually loses her mind

and ends up in a clinic

while her son is placed
with a foster family.

It seems obvious

that the patient's affections
are governed by the maternal side.

His past will mark him.

Rejected by others,
he'll adopt autistic behaviour

without developing
the full symptoms.

Successive psychologists
remain pessimistic.

One element remains constant:
his passion for his mother.

According
to Mrs Dobschnik's psychiatrist,

"She was haunted by her son

"whom she saw sitting
at her window, day and night.

"In the end,
she no longer knew her son

"but he showed no emotion
concerning this tragedy.

"He kept visiting her for years,
as if it were irremediable.

"Lucie was 48 when Stanislas
came of age.

"He never tried
to get her out of the home.

"He accepted the ordeal
as irreversible."

When I was little,
she had pure blue eyes.

At the home,

her eyes changed colour.
They were dark

and lifeless.

I could no longer look at her.
You understand?

Yes, in that case,
I think I can understand.

When you were 22,
your adopted sister,

aged 17, vanished
in mysterious circumstances.

She was found drowned in a pond
6 months later.

She was pregnant.

Over two years, media frenzy
had you in and out of jail.

You were finally released
after DNA testing

showed the unborn child
wasn't yours.

Yet the episode marked your future
with the implacable logic

of the potential suspect.

Six years ago, you were accused
of another serious crime.

Four particularly hideous murders...

Three young women
and a young man.

The first two were one-offs,

the last two were done in one go.

They were a couple
of Danish hitchhikers.

The four were found
in a 70-mile radius,

all in phone-booths,
all hideously mutilated.

The victims had been tortured,
then stifled with a plastic bag.

The investigation revealed
that the killer chose them

for solely physical characteristics.

The police found
that a call was made

from each booth
to the same number

just before

or just after the murders.

The number was that of the home
where Stanislas's mother lived.

She died a year before the murders.

The investigators waste time
exploring revenge theories...

Six months after the first murder,

the police find some medical notes

referring to Mrs Dobschnik's son.

You are soon convicted as the killer
of the four young people

despite lack of evidence.

The reports

of three psychiatrists were
interpreted in a dubious manner.

You were sent straight to Pontiac,

in total isolation.

They needed a scapegoat.

They're all fucking bastards.

Those fuckers make me want
to go on vacation.

Why do you want
to go on vacation, Léon?

Going on vacation's
just an expression.

You think I spend
all my fucking time on vacation?

Going on vacation

means joining my daughter
and my wife.

Joining them where they are.

So where are they?

Far away. Too far away.

Much too far away.

So you spend five years

with the toughest pathological cases
on a psychiatric level.

Do you remember
when we first met?

I'd been appointed
psychiatric consultant.

I'd known you for months...

I knew your file at least.

Something about you
had touched me.

I had them
reopen the investigation

into the murders
you were accused of.

I did it because I was convinced
of your good faith.

My good faith?

Whatever for?

Intuition.

Intuition?

That's a new discipline.

If my intuition wasn't good,

they'd never have let you out.

I took on your psychiatric case

against everyone's advice.

I have to thank you?

You're innocent.

I must relieve you of the guilt
instilled by your stay in Pontiac.

What if I had really killed them?

You don't lie.

You can't lie.
I know you can't.

I'm not saying I'm lying.

I could have killed them
and forgotten about it.

Isn't that possible?

That's not your profile.

For once...

If you killed them,
you're the most hideous

and scheming creature
the world has ever seen.

And the most interesting
psychiatric case.

If you did, I'll have you put away
and then try to understand.

I can feel him inside me.
He's fighting to get out.

He's in a blind corner of my mind,
waiting patiently.

It's a simulation.

You've been in contact
with psychotics and schizophrenics.

You merely feel a desire
to identify with such pathologies.

The need to belong to a social group

has led to a sort
of unconscious imitation.

It's a miracle you got out alive.

He's deep inside me, waiting.
He waits for me in my dreams.

Let it all out, Stanislas.

Let time do its work,
little by little.

It will return to normal.

The murders have started again
since I got out.

Weird coincidence...

It's not a coincidence.

The men who put you away
know that too.

You're free
but they're waiting for one thing...

For you to prove them right.

And you're letting them.

I'm letting them?

Can they reproach you
with anything?

No. I sense it, that's all.

I know I'm being watched.

See you next session.

You should part them.

What?

The fish. Part them
or they'll kill each other.

See you later.

Check.

Checkmate.
You'd gotten off to a good start.

You sacrificed your queen.
I should have won.

I gave you an advantage
to make things hard for me.

You know, it's funny

but since you turned up here,

there's a new light in my life.

Thanks to you, I see again.

When my wife and daughter died,

I tried to kill myself eight times

in less than three months.

I always pulled through.

Since then,
I've tried again occasionally.

You know, Stan...

I think I can help you.

I don't need help.

Everyone needs help.

No one's helped you,
not even your shrink.

There's something
I don't get about him.

There's nothing to get about him.

The killing's started again.
He must be asking himself questions.

You should be asking them, Stan.

Don't tell me you aren't.

My only question is to find out
the truth about this.

Stan...

You're too naive to be the man
they accuse you of being.

Someone's having fun
without you knowing it.

That's what the truth is.

He found nothing

Hello, Stanislas? Professor Olbek.

I was very pleased
with today's session.

Can I see you again tomorrow?
Is that a problem?

No.

Perfect.

By the way,
Judge DeBoer called me.

He promised me
that the police won't bother you.

See,

you're part of the past now.

See you tomorrow?

See you then.

This is the third person

found murdered like this,

with a steel spike in the neck
and the tongue cut out.

The janitor called the police
after noticing a strange smell...

Dead, dead...

It was you. You and me. You...

You and me... Guilty.

Stan. With me...

I hurt.

Here ends the turmoil of the wicked,

here the weary find rest.

How are we today?

Sleeping well?

Not bad.

You'll get used to it.

The human brain can make do
with a few minutes' sleep a day.

You just need to know how many.

If you interrupt a cycle,
you need to start again.

The right amount...

That's the body's perfection,
the right amount.

So...

Tell me...

Is this the product

of a modern art museum

or a pack
of literature-loving termites?

It's good to take an interest
in the world

even if the media view
isn't always that objective.

You know,

I'm curious...

Look.

All the articles...

deal with
the new series of murders.

You can't fool me, Stanislas.

Why torment yourself with all this?

Madness is an artefact, Stanislas.

You feel guilty
because you've struggled not to be.

Your systematic opposition
has turned into rejection.

It's a little like
the suicide process.

Neurosis leads
to the absurdity of life.

After a series
of objective observations,

man sinks into depression.

With a surge of adrenaline,
he loses touch with reality

and, to recover his humanity,

he ends his life.

"He who takes his life
takes his fear of death."

Shakespeare.

You're full of surprises.

What a pity.

What a waste.

Such a clever young man...
All those wasted years.

You deserve better.

Better than what?

Wait to see if I'm truly innocent.

I'm convinced of it.
I've told you a thousand times.

I'm responsible for you,

so I'm taking a risk.

Believe me when I say I'm convinced.

Why not take an interest
in the living?

Good-bye, doctor, I have to go.

Put me through to Judge DeBoer.

Hello, it's Olbek here.

- He just left.
- Did he mention the murders?

No, I can't give a formal opinion.

He may be identifying
with the killer.

Is he concealing his thoughts?

No, only a genius could fake it,
not someone with his IQ.

Barely 100.
Do you have anything new?

Not yet. I'll check.
I'll call you back.

All right. Good-bye.

- Doctor...
- It's me.

Yes, I know.
Don't panic, I've found a solution.

I'm on my way over. Don't move
and don't talk to anyone.

Don't talk to anyone, all right.
I'm on my way.

Stan, you have to pay.

They're dead...

It wasn't me...

It wasn't me...

Please.

It wasn't me who killed them.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with you.

Burn, Stan, burn!

Burn, Stan, burn!

Come back. Fucking come back.

Why'd you do this?
Are you nuts?

What'll happen to me, huh?
Did you think of that?

Why are you pulling this shit?

Very clever...

Stay with me.

The bastards tried to threaten me.

A guy came to see me yesterday
after work.

A guy asking about your best pal
at 5 in the morning has to be a cop.

The shithead
wanted me to rat on you.

I got him wasted on booze,
first thing.

The perfect truth drug
and cheap too.

It soon calms a guy down.

He spilled the beans right away.

The fuckers...

They want you to take a fall for it.

Are you okay?

Sometimes,
I feel like an empty envelope.

Cut it out.

Don't talk crap.

He's left my mind.

Who has?

He's free. He's here.

He's somewhere
watching us right now.

He was inside me,
I can't control him now.

Who do you mean?

The one who was inside me,
who makes me do these things.

What do you mean?
You've done nothing.

Okay?

You've done nothing at all.

You can't see him.

He was in me. It's dangerous.

It's dangerous for everyone, Léon.

That's all bullshit.
Pure bullshit.

Snap out of it, will you!
Lift your head.

Why didn't you let me croak, Léon?

Why didn't you let me croak?

Pure bullshit.

You see!

What do you say now?

Nice piece of work, huh?

I took these photos.
What do you say now?

Nothing.

They're just pictures.

Fucking hell, you've got eyes
to see with like anyone else!

So try to use them for once,
just once,

instead of putting this shit
between you and reality.

You'll never understand a thing,
you dumb fuck.

What happened to you?

Nothing serious. An accident.

An accident...

Really?

I was on the committee
that released you from the clinic.

I vouched
for your probable innocence.

Probable?
I thought you were sure.

I've been waiting for this.

The moment of doubt
and awakening.

In my job, it's a rule
never to be sure of anything.

Human nature is so unpredictable.

You're right, it is.

We change.

Rules, laws, decrees...
They're so far from reality.

Only nature has fixed the rules

and we must respect them.

Excuse me.

I've done it.

I'm on my way.

I'm sorry, but we're going
to have to stop there.

I'll call you tomorrow
or the day after.

I appreciate your understanding.

You made the wrong choice.

- Sorry?
- The fish.

You should have left the black one.

See you soon, doctor.

You have to go, Stan.

Find her...

You must.

It's her, you know it is.

You have to find her, Stan.

With me.

Léon?

Léon?

Have you seen Léon?

No, I haven't seen Léon.

Besides, there's no Léon here.

What d'you mean, no Léon?

I work with him every night.
He's usually in your place.

Don't say you haven't seen him.

He can't have vanished
without a word.

I don't know,
I just got back from vacation.

I don't know everything.

Maybe your Léon's on vacation now.

How are we?

Were you at work?

You look worried.

I have problems too, Stanislas.

They're caused by our situation.
It's very complicated.

I'll be frank with you.

These murders aren't helping things.

The courts won't take any risks.
They have no other leads.

No other leads?

No other leads but you.

Try to understand.
The cards are stacked against you.

They want you back.

Of course, I don't agree.

Legally, it will take time.

But the authorities have given them
a free hand so...

So?

So I can't protect you forever.

The judge calls every two hours.

Maybe it's better for your safety.

My safety?

What happened?
You were so sure.

Not long ago, you'd have burned
at the stake to prove me innocent.

No.

This must be clear.
I'm not accusing you.

I know your case by heart.

During your imprisonment,
you never made one violent gesture.

Why would that change now?

You've recovered balance,

rationality and coherent speech.

I'm just saying all possibilities
must be considered.

I see only two possibilities.

Either I'm the killer
and I'm having a lot of fun.

Or someone else is having fun
killing these girls

and even more fun
making me the scapegoat.

In either case,
I'll be heading back to square one.

To Pontiac.

Yes.

Of course, you're right.

God knows how long
they could keep you this time.

Especially as the killer
can stop while you vanish.

Vanish...

We mustn't see each other again,
whatever happens.

The police will soon be coming
to search your apartment.

It could happen any day now
or within hours

if they find any more corpses.

They won't find any others.
Not yet.

I'm sorry? What did you say?

Nothing important.

You must leave now.

Were there two males?

Two...

Yes, it took me a while to notice.

Things aren't always
what they seem.

They're never what they seem.

Job then opened his mouth
and cursed the day of his birth.

He said, "Why was I not still-born
in my mother's belly?

"Why didn't I expire

"when I left her womb?

"Let him leave me.

"Let him move out of me

"and let me breathe a little
before I leave and never return

"to where the light is..."

"Where the light
is like the shadows."

The shadows...
Of our death.

What were you up to?

What are you doing here?

The fuckers fired me.

I've got plenty of time
to help you now.

You mustn't help me.

You need me to find her
and you know it.

How do you know she exists?

In the bitch family,

I want the daughter.

The bitch...

See, she's been to your place.

You know where she is,
I know who she is

and lots of other things
you can't begin to imagine.

Why?

It's an old personal matter.

Wanna go?

I'm sure it's a code.

The girls who got wasted
all went out with him.

He cut their tongues out
because they gave bad head.

- Cut it out.
- Get lost, get out of my life!

- You'll regret it.
- You bet I won't!

The day I meet the guy,
it'll be over

because I give the best head ever.

You don't but this one...

This one?

Think I need to wear a badge?

I won't go down on just anyone.

You just don't like giving head.

It's not that she doesn't like it,
she doesn't know how.

I'm not bothering you, am I?

No, I'm fine.

Carry on,
it's funny seeing a guy piss.

It reminds me of bath-time
with my cousin.

He'd always piss in the water.

Oh, yeah?

Did your cousin have one like this?

Yeah, he was pretty well-hung
for his age.

I'm not bothering you?

I can't stand sluts without pride.

Come on.

Thought you could go on
fucking with us much longer, bitch?

What's your problem with my pal?
What's the problem?

This is you, right?
Is it you or not?

Hold on, I don't understand.
I'm a bit hard of hearing.

It's not you?
You're pulling my fucking leg now?

What the fuck
were you doing there, slut?

What's your problem?

Louder, I can't hear!

You little slut!
Are you gonna answer me?

This fucker tried to rape me!

Let's get going.

Hurt, I hurt, Stan...

Hurt so bad...

Léon...

Don't go.

Wake up. You hear me?

Léon, please. Stay with me.

Don't leave me, please...

Please, Léon.

Don't leave me.

Stay with me. Léon...

Please, don't leave me...

No, it's not you, Stan.

It's because of you, Stan.
Because of you.

It's not me.

He's my friend.

I swear.

You have to believe me.

Stop!

Fuck, it's you...

We fucked that shithead over.

This act of yours
is giving me a hard-on...

Oh yeah?

Violence turns me on.

You're a bit crazy
wandering around a place like this.

A cute little chick like you.

All alone, defenceless...

I'd freak out if I were you.

The trouble is, you aren't me.

Hi.

I'm Pearl.

Pearl...

Like Pearl Harbor.

I'm Stanislas,
but you can call me Stan.

Yes, I know.

How do you know?

Because... I know everything.

I preferred you blonde.

There's no accounting for taste...

I'm glad you turned up.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with you.
You are blessed...

I must be dreaming! You're using
the can as a confessional?

God has decided to bring together
two lost sheep here.

It's in the nature of things.
We must thank Him.

The nature of things?

The fuck it is!

Who said we're both really here.

We might not be here at all.

We might just be virtual images
lost in a twisted brain.

This place stinks.

Why the fuck
would your pal come here?

You think he hangs out
in seedy shitholes

watching a zombie shaft a nympho?

The fuck he does!
Nor does the Pope!

Right now, God's toasting his ass

on a beach in Morocco.

In Morocco?

Tell me, dickhead,
if you believe in God,

d'you believe in good and evil?

Good and evil? Of course.

So what's the difference?

Evil is when it's neither good
nor evil. Isn't that clear?

How about your mum?

Scuse my French,
but didn't the whole world have her?

Even a mongol like you
gave her a length, I bet!

Don't talk about my mother...

Leave her where she is, bitch!

Want to know what you are?

An aborted mongoloid scumbag

who hasn't realised he's a toy.

Nothing more than a toy
to be picked up and dumped.

I chose you, asshole,

like a kid chooses a plaything
at the toy library.

I chose to screw up you
and your life.

Now I'll wreck you like a shit toy
a kid no longer wants.

I just told you I'm not a toy!

"I'm not a toy..."

"I'm not a toy..."
You're a toy like me.

Look at us, we're wild animals
for modern times.

Animals need creature comforts,
they need fresh meat.

Don't you get off on killing them?

I get off when I cut out the tongues

they stuff in your face
like a slab of fresh meat.

They don't even know how to kiss.

I'm all wet from wasting
that old pal of yours.

You killed Léon?
Creature from hell!

Why?

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with you.

You are blessed among women.

Blessed is Jesus,
the fruit of your womb...

Shit!

Motherfucker! The key!

It's you?

Fuck!

Where the hell were you?

He nearly slaughtered me.

You should have gotten here sooner.

Help me.

The key's fallen down the toilet.

Help me.

Please, help me...

What's wrong? Get the cuffs off me.

What the hell is this shit?
I'm not playing anymore!

Get the cuffs off me!

Your sins await punishment.

Errare humanum est,
perserverare diabolicum est.

Cut the crap, okay!

I did what you told me to,
I promise.

I even killed the cop.

It's what you wanted.
It all went as planned.

Except this shithead fucked me!

You know it wasn't my fault,
you took advantage.

You made me kill
all these motherfuckers.

Fucking bastard...

Come, come, Pearl,
watch your language.

You're the patients.

You both came to consult me.
And neither of you ever paid.

A psychiatrist's task is merely

to tidy up the shelves
of your subconscious...

like a cleaning woman.

That's exactly what I did

although I tidied
in a rather unusual manner.

But after all, the brain is yours.

Yours and no one else's.

You made a mistake, Pearl.

What mistake?

I found this at his place.

I don't know
how he found the camera I gave you

but anyone else
could have found this photo.

My name wasn't on it!

You wanted proof of the murders!

It was your idea, wasn't it?

Amusing, hmm?

Absolutely hilarious.

Okay, listen to me...

I've killed enough people.

We stop playing now.

You free me

and we'll go our separate ways,

hoping we'll never meet again.

That would be too easy.

You and Stan are my creations.

A creation cannot elude its creator.

Personally, I have two solutions
to your problem.

The first,
I leave you attached to that pipe.

I don't think anyone will be in
for weeks or months.

You'll discover
the joys of cannibalism.

I'm sure your friend there

won't object to you sampling him.

The only minor drawback...

decomposition.

You won't last a week with him.
I know all about it.

The stench is unbearable.

The second solution

is applied self-cannibalism.

You know the tale of the fox
caught in a trap

that gnaws at its own foot
to escape.

Both solutions take time.
I must admit that suits me.

The second
is the more advantageous.

It leads to immediate freedom,
with one hand less, granted.

But surgery has made
a great deal of progress these days,

especially in artificial limbs.

If ever you manage
to get out of here,

call me straight away

and I give you my word

that I'll give myself up

and confess to all the murders
over the last six years.

Both mine, the sins of my youth,

and yours
that I feel I've fathered in a way.

I think it's a fair deal.

A little suffering for a life.

Bastard!

Let me go!

Let me go!

I'll find you and I'll waste you!

Let me go!

Music soothes the savage breast.

Good luck, Pearl.

You've reached
the St Jean's old people's home.

Visits on Saturdays and Sundays
by appointment only.

She lasted four days.

The heat hastened
the decomposition process.

She called me
on summer's hottest night.

I immediately turned myself in.

I knew her destructive capacities
and didn't tempt fate.

I confessed to all the murders:
those Stan didn't commit

and those I attributed to Pearl.

The cops wouldn't believe me.

The details I gave
broke down their resistance.

They placed me in custody.

After a week, I was sent
to a psychiatric unit.

The prison took it badly

when I tested my cannibalism
theories on my cellmates.

I played at being God
and God reminded of who He was.

Stanislas is a product
of my own pathology.

A fascinating experiment.

I came across his file by chance
and the idea

formed in my mind.

It was child's play to control him
by denouncing him

and even easier to control his life

by providing fake reports
that dragged him further

into his lunacy in others' eyes.

We're only mad
in other people's eyes.

Pontiac's gates closed
on an innocent man.

All I had to do
was make him a psychopath.

I had created Adam.

God sent me Eve to test me.

I took Pearl on
after a suicide attempt.

In a session,
the poor girl confessed

to killing her partner
during an unusual erotic game.

A hideous secret...

It all went faster than planned.

Stanislas had taught me a lot
about the problems of guilt.

I easily convinced Pearl
that the death

wasn't as accidental as she thought.

She entered
the infernal spiral of murder

with one killing leading to another.

The temptation
to bring them together

was so strong.

Other people
are the true barbarians.

Fate returned me to the hospital
where I'd worked for ten years.

No one understood
my innermost motives.

I was working for human evolution.

No one understood
my work's true nature.

But I'm convinced that I've opened

a door in the understanding
of our own humanity.

I'm not one of those people
who foretell the future.

I work on it.

I'll leave this place one day.

People always end up leaving.

I would have liked
to hear your voice.

But we'll meet again.
Elsewhere.

Eternity lies before me.
Eternity.

Thank you for visiting, miss.

Please excuse me now.

I feel tired.

It's over. Thank you.

Did you enjoy that?

Weird guy, isn't he?

Weird isn't the word I'd use.

Interesting, I'd say.

A man who kills and mutilates
22 people in six months

has to be interesting.

It depends on your point of view.

Do you feel any resentment,
detective?

What I feel doesn't matter now.

He's been declared insane.

My sole regret is I arrested him
22 deaths too late.

He fascinates me.

Fascination can stop you
from thinking.

Look at him.

He sits there and each interview
unchains new fantasies

inspired by his victims
and the few faces that he sees.

As soon as you listen,
his compulsive lies imprison you.

You've made his myth a reality
by noting his raving.

You'll sanctify it by publishing it.

Believe me,
you're wasting your time.

Fifty reporters have been here

and he told a different story
each time.

The hard part
isn't getting into his secret world

but getting back out.

I have work to do.
See you next week.

I'll be on vacation next week.

Enjoy your vacation then.

In shape, doctor?

English subtitles: lan Burley

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