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ID control at the office.

American?
-I'm in a hurry.

Jorgell? Fred Jorgell is your parent?
-Exactly. He's my father and I'm in a hurry.

We'll escort you immediately Mr Jorgell.

We have to deliver 5 tons of guan
by tomorrow. -But it's impossible, Mr Fritz!

Of course it is! Come on!

Make them work all night long
by the light of the torches!

And make them sing something lively like
military marches! Understand?

Alright, Mr Fritz.

Happy to see you.

I didn't know you were
also interested in farming.

We produce guan. That's all.

And only tentatively.
-Why? It's not a juicy business?

Sure it is... More than a goldmine.

The natives would rather stop eating
than be deprived of this shit.

No more guan would mean instant
revolution, right?

A disaster, you mean.

This country's interesting for us as long
as the people continue to be addicted.

My brother, Cornelius, succeeded to
synthesize the active ingredient of the plant.

But you can't force all
the country to eat your pills.

Indeed.

But no one can live without water.

We'll inject the drug in
the water distribution network.

Thus it will flow directly from all taps.
-Unmistakable.

It's your idea?
-No.

No it comes from Cornelius, of course.
Inventing is his job. -What's yours?

More ungrateful, less flattering...
-Meaning?

Stewardship, my dear. I exploit his ideas.

That's all that needs to be recovered.

The jaw still has all its teeth.

They're rotten.

Take this.

I lost my time.

Mr Fritz is waiting for you
with a visitor.

Where?
-In the lobby.

Welcome to my laboratory, Mr Jorgell.

My brother was very laudative about you.
-I was very anxious to meet you, Dr Kramm.

So, you have an interest in our works?
-Let's say, I'm interested in the mystery around them.

I've heard about you the most
extravagant rumors.

Biology is a science apart.

It has always intrigued the ignorant.

I'm not easily scared, Doctor. And I have a
special test for all things prohibited to me.

Then you deserve to learn more.
Please, follow me.

This machine allows us to culture human cells.

These are living cells that we must feed and
take care of as if they were young children.

The human cells are the
raw material of my industry.

And how does the finished product look?

This is a monster!

But a marvelous test subject.

Cysts were rooted in the brain.
Really a first rate specimen.

It's here that you operate?

Yes, with the help of this robot..

This invention eliminates a lot
of employee costs.

Above all, it allows us
to experiment without witnesses.

What are you afraid of?
-Stupidity, Mr Jorgell.

All advanced research
calls for malignancy.

As you can see...

my brother has the habit of taking
his inspiration in my study.

It's not a bad choice.
-Of course...

but a simple copy is not the extent of his genius.

Sometimes copies look better
than the original.

It's the case of these copies for instance.
-You're wrong.

All these paintings are original.
-You're kidding, Doctor?

Not at all.

But I saw this painting in
Berlin and that one in Italy.

So you saw some fakes.

It's impossible.

The economical crisis that
struck these two countries

forced them to borrow and
to provide collateral.

Here they are.

The government of these countries would
sell the paintings from their museums?

Secretly. Yes.

And you're wealthy enough to buy them?

Unfortunately not, my dear friend.
I'm just the middleman in this business.

You see, my main interest
in the artworks trading...

is...

my percentage.

Right?

I would like to do
business with you, Mr Kramm.

Leolelo, please take
Mr Jorgell to his car.

See you soon, Doctor.
-Certainly.

Where do we put this scum?
-To the morgue, gentlemen, as usual.

Why do they bring him here?

The Doctor needs fresh
corpses for his experiments.

In this purpose he has
an "agreement" with the police.

He's a beautiful young man.

A lazy pleasure seeker.

A jealous and cupid mind.

He already lost his mother's
inheritance at the games.

Good. Very good!

And he's ready for anything to grab his
father's billions. -We'll help him, Fritz.

Not so sure.

For the time being, old man Fred..

makes his life difficult.

Excellent.
-He retains his debts from his alimony.

Think about hatred, Fritz!

Hatred is a powerful motivation.

It can also be a restraint.

Have you heard that Fred Jorgell will throw

a fastuous party soon in his Shangri-La castle?

And then?

Old man Fred refused to give his son the
invitations cards that I had asked for us.

Can you imagine?
-Perfectly!

For these dirty yanks
we're only some foreigner scum!

For these billionaires we're only some
beggars but the day will come, Fritz, when...

the aristocracy of intelligence will
sweep the pretentious power of money!

By the way, I have a plan.

The little Baruch Jorgell...

Well?

He will be our Trojan horse.

Bravo!

Isadora, our guests are waiting for you.

They're boring.

The cake is ready to eat.
-I hate pastries.

You didn't like my gift?

It's only another jewel.

It's the biggest ruby in the world!

It adorned the neck of a goddess
in a Hindu temple.

Its red color's so vivid, it's been nicknamed the "Blood of Vishnu".

Look! It's a marvel!

I'm not interested.

Why?
-Why?

Because being rich is not funny!

Every time I want to wear my jewels
you give me a three men escort.

Insurance asks for it.

That's why I prefer to wear junk.

I'm sorry, dad!

My darling, I never know
how to please you.

Me neither.

Only Harry Dorgan had an
original idea by offering me...

this little steam machine.

So come say thanks.
He's there with his father.

Each rock of this castle has been brought
from Europe at a great expense.

Reconstruction cost him billions
but every night...

he must climb the 300 hundred steps of the spiral staircase

to get to his bedroom!

Come on show some mercy.

It's been 30 years since that bastard
tried to ruin me. -You pay him well.

This is how friendships are born.
-So, old skunk...

you finally decided to pay me a visit?

Just out of curiosity.

Fred, did you buy this
pile of stones by the ton?

No, by the cubic meter.

Dust and bats included.

You give me the tour?

We leave them alone?
-Why?

You're afraid for your daughter.
-No, I'm afraid for your son.

Can I kiss you for your birthday?
-Certainly not.

You're angry?

I have a good reason.

You made fun of me by making me
this stupid gift. -Why stupid?

Ask me to dance to make amends.

It was my favorite toy when
I was a kid.

I could give it to my chambermaid's kids
but it doesn't even work.

Of course it works.
Come with me, I'll show you.

Please.

My ruby!

What's happening, Isadora?
My ruby is gone!

It's not there! My ruby!

Why did you scream?
-My ruby, it has disappeared!

The Blood of Vishnu's been stolen.
-Come Isadora it's not suitable to cry in our world.

Carry on dancing. Don't worry.

I'll have all the guests searched.
-Are you crazy?

They're all billionaires.
They know money's value.

It would be useless.
The thief would swallow the rock.

What then?

I think the castle's entry is
equipped with a x-ray detector, Mr Jorgell.

It's true. It allows me to discreetly
know if my visitors pack a gun.

Your guests will go into
the garden to see the fireworks?

Yes. And then?

We'll direct them all
towards the same exit.

Alright. Let's go.

What we do here is terribly intrusive.

But very informative.

Look at this bastard!

He steals the silverware.

Who is he?

It's the Police Chief!

The thief was smarter than us.

None of our guests was
wearing the ruby on him

I know. It's still here.

Here?
-Yes.

The thief waited until everyone got
into the garden to run away with his booty.

Baruch, it was you!
Thief! Dirty thief!

Get off me or things will get ugly!

What's happening now? Stop that!

Your brother is a hoodlum.

It's him who tried to steal your ruby.

It's wrong.

He had hidden it there.

As I asked. To put it in a safe place.

I forgive you my father.
Everybody can be mistaken.

I'm sorry, Baruch. I'm the only one
responsible for this mistake.

Henceforth I advise you to stay
out of our family business.

You agree, Isadora?

So, you understood, right?

$500 of cotton in New York.
-Buy it.

$50 of cotton in Manchester.
-Sell it.

Why can't you just leave me
alone when I play golf?

You asked to see me?

Carry that bag. For once
you won't be useless.

There's already a domestic for that.

My grand-father was a farm boy in Ireland.

My father was a docker in New York.

I'm a self-made man and I
built a fortune by my work.

I'm born in a worthy family, I know.
-To which you do not do much honor.

I made excellent studies of chemistry.

And what have you done after getting
your diploma? Nothing.

You always refused to fund my projects.

I gave you a $20,000 advance.
-It's a joke!

You spent it in one night on a table game.

It was just bad luck, dad!

William Dorgan gave the
same advance to his son Harry.

The model child, I know.

With this sum Harry has built
a power plant

which now supplies an entire neighborhood
of the city. -Easy with the bank support!

Not easy for you.
-You refused to vouch for me.

A matter of principle.

I wanted you to succeed without
the help and money of dad.

Listen father.
Let's try to stay reasonable.

There are admirable principles which
sometimes need to be revised.

For instance?

What failed with $20,000 can
succeed with a bigger sum!

How much?
-$500,000 or better yet, a million!

Never.
-Why?

Do you remember Fernando Lopez?

Fernando Lopez, I don't see...

He was one of my driver's sons.
He was the same age as you. -So what?

I tried an experiment.

I gave the same advance to him.
-$20,000?

With this sum he went
and settled in Mexico.

There's great Casinos there.

He bought one truck, then
a second and a third...

He has the soul of a collector.
I can understand.

In five years he has built a
road transport company.

His trucks cross throughout
Central America.

Maybe...

but you'll never get back
your $20,000 from him.

You think so? -Of course, he's in
Mexico. He'll never come back.

He'll be here tomorrow.

He makes a special trip to
reimburse the sum he owes me.

Principal and interest included.
-So what's the point of your story?

The proof is made, Baruch.

You're a dried fruit.
You are worthless.

So what are we doing?

Try to attach the cables
under the footbridge.

More easily said than done.

What an odd outfit, Harry!
-It's very handy for the work.

You wear the same outfit when you
preside over your board of directors?

Well, you know, my workers all have
shares in the company, so they don't care.

I was just passing around by chance.
-I'm delighted.

Do you still love me, Harry?
-Strange question.

I asked you to marry
me at least 20 times.

22. I counted.
-We have played enough.

It's your turn to give your answer.

I never said no.

What shall I do then for you to say yes?

I need a proof of your feelings.

You know that I'm ready
to do anything for you.

Well, start by stopping to put my
brother Baruch in compromising situations.

Your little scene yesterday
was odious.

You know it was not my fault.

Baruch needs a lot of money.

This ruby would've helped him but you spoiled it!

I don't give a shit about
Baruch's shenanigans!

Why do you always put him between us?

Baruch is my brother.

I like him as he is.

Whether you like or not,
it will never change.

My name is Fernando Lopez.

I sent a telegraph to reserve
a car at the airfield.

It's a convertible.
Parked behind the shed.

It's done. He just left the airfield.

Am I bothering you?
-I'm just finishing some paperwork.

An autopsy report.

Sorry for my outfit!

The sight of blood does not scare me.

You're just being polite...
-Not at all.

When a child I was often
busy skinning little animals.

Gee!

Out of curiosity?
-Out of pleasure.

As for me I only skin by necessity.

Instead of simply burying the corpses
I disassemble and classify them....

by organs.
-For what purpose?

To use them again.

Follow me.

I will show you my store.

A bank of organs is nothing but

a storeroom of spare parts.

These are intended to be used for a transplant?

Of course. I'm well past the
experimental phase by now.

These are real hairs?
-Indians would call them scalps.

You also transplant scalps?

It's the sole efficient
method against baldness.

In sum...

by reconstructing several
body parts of a corpse you could

revive a human being?

I admit it's the ultimate goal
of my works.

Unfortunately not every
problem has been resolved.

Do you want to see
my viscera storeroom?

No thanks. Maybe next time.

You have a heart too tender yet, Mr Jorgell.

You'll have to toughen up...

if you want to enjoy your gifts.

I'll try.

Do as I do.

Try to get rid of what usually
paralyzes the man of science.

Feelings.

This body I have just autopsied
couldn't be identified.

Police concluded it was a road accident.

The body is burnt to a cinder.

You want to see?
-No really, it's not necessary.

What's odd is that I discovered
in the cranial box...

a bullet.

Is that so?

But I won't say nothing.

No use complicating the police's
investigation. -I agree with you.

I won't talk neither about the
initials that would allow...

to identify the victim.

F.L.
-How do you know that?

The leather from the hat...

was marked.

When it burned, the mark
encrusted in the flesh.

What's wrong with you? You don't
feel well? -It's nothing.

I made a bad impression on you
with my macabre stories.

Not at all...
-Let's go see Fritz.

He will serve you a little tonic.

Alright. -A little brandy.
-I think it could help me.

There's no doubt.

Stocks and shares of a road transport
company from Mexico...

Unfortunately all these
shares are nominative.

I can't negotiate them?

Of course...

Everything is bought
and everything is sold.

Unfortunately nowadays
discretion is priceless.

The friend who asked you to
negotiate these shares...

wants to stay anonymous, I guess?
-Precisely.

This man's not a seasoned businessman
and he's careless. -Why that?

Because when you want to launder money

you bring it rolled in a newspaper,
not in a marked leather bag.

Come on, Fritz. We only want to help
our young friend.

Not to lecture him.

Unfortunately he'll have to deal
with commissions and middlemen.

Change could reach 90% of the sum.

It's too much. It's impossible.

If your friend doesn't agree he can
ask advice elsewhere.

My fiend has no choice.
He needs this money urgently.

$3,000 as final settlement, Mr Jorgell.

Alright. It's agreed.

You see, my brother and I,
strive to help young people.

I could appreciate that.

The case was on a bad start...

but it's easy to win a lot
of money without taking as many risks...

as your friend.
-How?

By taking advantage of our experience.

Tell me what I must do and
I will obey you blindly.

That's fine.

We will get in touch with you on
the occasion. -I beg you. Make it fast.

Now we have our puppet.

My dear Stickman.

This is the biggest factory
in the whole country.

I did buy it to offer to my son.

The gift wasn't to his taste?
-He wasn't worthy.

By selling it to you I punish him.

Your proposition seems interesting but first
I must commission a profitability study.

I have all the records.

It's a bargain.
It makes 30% profit per year.

And you want to sell it?
-Only to you.

Why this favor?
You hardly know me.

Because you're rich, young,

handsome and you come from Boston.

And then?
-Boston is far from here.

It doesn't explain anything.

In Xampana the american colony
has very few families.

We all marry between us.
It's not a healthy habit.

Under what terms?
-Breeding.

When a farmer wants to
renew his cattle he changes his stallion.

But I don't want to get married!

First take a look at my daughter.
Then we'll talk again.

I find many charms to your country, Miss.

A grace,

a beauty I didn't imagine.
-But this country is full of snakes!

And drugged peasants! And corrupt soldiers!

And also delicious young women.

One glance from you and I was seduced.

Really?

Don't try to send me back to Boston, Miss.

As long as you're here
I won't return.

What do you want from me, Mr Stickman?

First the promise to see you again.

To see you often.

It's a favor you'll have to win.

How?

By making all my wish come true.
-You only have to ask.

First I forbid you to
buy this chemical factory.

But why?

My father bought it for Baruch.
It's his property.

Very well Miss. I will buy instead
a shipyard or an avocado plant.

But you'll have to do much
more yet to win my favor.

Everything you ask.

My brother is going through a bad
situation these days, Mr Stickman.

He's to proud to ask for help but
he would need...

some advice, some devotion, some sympathy...

Without knowing him I already
have the deepest friendship for him.

You can find him at the yank club.

That's where he spends all his nights.
-I will go this evening.

I'm going to win his trust and
so I will be able to watch over him.

I think you earned another cup of coffee.

Evening handsome stranger.
-Evening.

Would you like to taste the
pleasures of our island?

No thanks, I'm looking for the playroom.
-First floor. Staircase's there.

Is he as wealthy as people say?

Tell me.

Three inheritances made him
Boston's most courted bachelor.

He has on him enough money
to blow up the Casino's bank.

Exactly what we need to try
our new setup.

17. Odd and red.

Can I bet on my word?

Not against the bank,
Mister. You know that.

So I defy one of you at the fly game.

$10,000 on my word. Two against one.

Held.

Arnold Stickman.

I ignore everything about
the fly game...

but I'd be delighted to
be initiated by this newbie.

So let's move to this table.

Baruch Jorgell is unable to honor his debts.

Maybe it would be merciful to
warn this Mister Stickman.

What's the use?

Flies are not the only ones
to fly. Pigeons too.

Rule of the game is
very simple, dear Mister.

The fly trapped in this cage...

has been starved for a few days.

Once freed it will look for food...

and will hesitate between
the two lumps of sugar...

before making its decision.

And the lump of sugar chosen
by the fly...

will tell the winner.

You understood everything.

Ready gentlemen?

Fly...

I win!

You owe me $10,000, sir.

Here they are.

Would you walk with me to the bar?
-Anything you want.

All is ready.

We just have to chose the moment.

Midnight?

Let me say, you don't have to worry about the chemical factory.

I refused to buy it.

I know it belongs to you.

I see. Isadora talked with you.

In all innocence.

But I don't like people
mixing into my business.

You have a most charming sister.

But her affection is sometimes embarrassing.

Her affection for you proves
the tenderness of her heart.

She's as pretty as she's generous.
-I see that you're in love, big boy!

Completely!

And since she's your sister my
dearest wish is to become your brother.

Of course. What can I do to help?
-Nothing really...

If you could just speak favorably
of me to your sister. -Cigarette?

No thanks, I rarely smoke.
-Yet you smoked earlier!

At a very bad time!

I only wanted to...
-Humiliate me!

No.
-Take back your alms, sir.

You'll have to find a
better way to seduce my sister!

Baruch, you're wrong!
-You can't buy my complicity with $10,000.

A difficult character, this Baruch.

You know him?

Not intimately but enough
to make you pals again.

How?
-Well, the sooner the better.

On the other side of the footbridge
there's a quiet little bar.

Go there and wait for us until
I reason Baruch and...

you can make peace.
-Thank a lot.

One last thing. Leave your car here.
-Why?

Baruch is touchy. Let's try
to stay discreet.

Very well. I'll walk.

Fresh air will do you some good.

I don't understand, boss.

Voltage fell suddenly.

As if current escaped and
went somewhere else.

Back again!

Where is the failure then?
-No idea.

It's still odd.

We'll have to check up the entire plant.

Arnold Stickman was 35 years old...

and owned $500,000,000.

None of us was blood-related to him

and yet he was one of ours.

The business world is a big family...

and we're all cousins...

thanks to money.

So long...

Arnold Stickman.

We wish that God
protects your fortune

and that your inheritors
are worthy of you.

Very well, William.
A bit long but very well.

You should have made the speech
in my place. -No, no, each his turn...

because I'm afraid we'll
have other deaths.

Now you're rid of a serious rival
my dear Harry.

Why?

Stickman was madly in love with
Isadora but maybe you didn't know?

Mr Kerner, you have the reputation
of being the best detective in the USA.

People say.

Anyway you're the most expensive.

I always ask for my money.

I always go to the end of my
investigations, Mr Jorgell.

What is it about?

In a few days days two of my best
friends died in mysterious circumstances.

A man named Fernando Lopez.

Only his rented car was found out.

And then Arnold Stickman
who died while walking on a footbridge.

I see that you're well informed.
I appreciate that.

I'm always interested in
rich people, Mr Jorgell.

One day or the other they
can become my clients.

I want you to investigate these two deaths.

Here's an advance for your
expenses.

Do you have suspicions, Mr Jorgell?
-None.

But I don't believe in
coincidences, Mr Kerner.

I'm convinced that the mysterious "hand"
that strikes has a plan.

What plan?

The assassination of
billionaires, Mr Kerner.

Someone tries to break the wall of money.

Banana Hotel, please.

The parcel has been sent.

You can take delivery soon.

What do you want?

Relax, Mr Kerner...

I only want your well-being.

So why this kidnapping?

Routine safety measure.

Where are you taking me to?

To see my brother.

Dr Cornelius Kramm.

He has urgent information
to reveal to you.

This place is so eerie...
-And desolate.

What my brother has discovered
put his life in danger.

He must hide himself.

He will explain. Go up!

So?

Everything is going perfectly.

You can go back.
-I must talk to Fritz Kramm first.

You seem nervous, Mr Kerner.

Come in, come in...

It's a secret hideout, Mr Kerner,
I count on your discretion.

Of course but what do
you study around here?

Well...

The gravitational force of
the moon on the oceans.

A free source of energy, dear Mr Kerner.

But right now I have
other worries in mind.

Look at these snapshots.

Arnold Stickman...-I took these
pictures while performing his autopsy.

Take a very good look.

The two temples...

wear...

the same burn marks.
-It's true.

It seems...

that an electric current went
throughout the brain...

as if the poor man was standing
in the middle of...

an arc lamp's ray.

To my knowledge no natural
phenomenon can cause this effect.

There was intent to murder,
that's certain.

But your autopsy report concludes
a death caused by lightning.

I wanted to hide my
discovery from the murderers.

For what purpose?

To save my skin, sir!
Me too, I'm afraid.

Come on, Mr Kerner!

You make me take a useless risk.

This operation is necessary.

But Kerner will never be able to prove
that I killed Fernando Lopez.

You forget the stolen
stocks and shares.

You also forget he's a devilish detective.

If he manages to go back up
through the middlemen...

he will find me.

Will you confess?

Baruch, I have a lot of
affection for you...

but don't count on me to take
your place on the scaffolds.

Come on now.

Your assumption is really seducing
Doctor but diabolical as hell.

How did you get the idea that
someone could trap this footbridge?

By scientific deduction, Mr Kerner.

The metal structure of the footbridge is
a very appropriate conductor.

Of course, it's quite obvious.

To make an assumption is not to
be certain. Maybe I'm wrong...

We'll see through this very soon.

I'm going to take advantage of the
night to begin my investigation.

You must be very careful!

These murderers are very dangerous!

I barely escaped two murder attempts.

Really?

My life is in danger, Mr Kerner.

And I don't want to be buried in a
grave with the secret of my discoveries.

How can I help you?

This envelope contains...

my scientific testament.

"To be opened only after my death".

If I'm killed please deliver this
envelope to the authorities.

You won't be killed, I'll have them arrested.

Well in this case I will put it back
in the safe but God knows what could happen!

As you wish Doctor.

Caesar divided his army.

He sent Lebenius with three legions
towards the ocean.

to the country that borders Menapiis...
(ancient Belgium for your education, mates!)

Caesar is bothering you, Isadora?

The contrary, Miss MacChitChat.

But I'd like to stay alone now...

to ponder Caesar's
military strategy.

I got it, I'm gone.

Good night, Miss MacBlahBlah.

I beg you, Isadora! Do not scream!

I absolutely had to see you.

What do you want to tell me?

I...I love you.

Well, big news.

That's all? -No, I also learned that
Arnold Stickman was courting you.

Jealous of a dead guy?

I can't stand the idea that one day you
might belong to another man. That's all.

But that's not my intention, Harry.

This incomprehensible phenomenon again!

Harry?
-I should have stayed at the power plant.

Harry!
-Sorry, I will explain another day.

How disappointing men can be.

Do you recognize the detective
that you hired, Mr Jorgell?

There's no doubt. It's Kerner.

We found this letter on him.

I can't read it.

Harry Dorgan's killed because of jealousy. He's after me now.

If he kills me avenge me.

Harry?

Don't go outside the crowd wants you dead!

But it's a misunderstanding!
-There's no time to argue. Come on.

Perfect. Public opinion finally
found a culprit.

With our help.

I'm a specialist
of crowd manipulation...

I could never stand this Harry Dorgan.

Now you're rid of him.

I already have the poor at home.
-To deliver to Miss Isadora.

What is it? A love letter?

A call for help, Mrs. To save
the life of an innocent man!

You're going out at night now?

There's no hour to help the unfortunate.

It's for the poor that you wear perfume?

Why not?

Isadora's perfume...

Wait for me here.

Thank you for coming, Isadora.

I return your visit from last night.
-The same night Kerner was killed.

So what?

Your testimony will help to
prove my innocence. I can't be

at the crime scene and in your
room at the same time.

Harry...
-Yes?

You realize what you're asking me?

I ask you to simply tell the truth.
-Yes...

And to give to gossipers an
opportunity to chat about us.

Of course, I completely forgot about that.

After such a scandal there will
be only one way out for me.

To marry you.

You still don't want?
-I'm a very hesitant person, Harry

If you don't talk I'll be killed.
-Oh, no!

I rather tell the truth to daddy.

It's time to go back home, Isadora.

Trust me, Harry.

Count on me.
-Thanks.

Josι!

Go after him!

I'm coming! I'll get him!

Don't take care of me.
Run after the murderer, Josι!

Fast!

Stop! It's here!

Stop!
-I see nothing.

The electric current measurement gives no
doubt. The current comes here and stops.

Just an old shed.

It's enough for a flying system.

The pirate cable must
reach this shed.

I have dynamite.
I can blow this crap.

No, give it up, Josι.
I have a better idea.

I know all of you.

And I know what you think!

But listen to this!

If I wasn't convinced that
my son is innocent...

I would not be here.

Right?

Certainly, Mr Dorgan.

Let's rejoice then!

And cheer up for justice and truth.

Champagne for all.

Not for me.

Why, Fred?

This Champagne would
sit not so well with my stomach.

How do I have to take it?

As an evidence.

An honest man can't drink
with a murderer's father.

You'll pay for that!
-Sirs, you are gentlemen!

Honor commands you to fight without punches!

You are the offended.

Choice of weapons is yours.

What's your choice?

Gun, saber, sword?

Money!

A $1,000,000 bet at the rat game.

Go rat!

I won!

Shit!

It's God's judgment.

Harry Dorgan's guilt is certain.

He's a killer.

He could go after you, Mr Jorgell.

Let him come.

I'm not impressed by
fashion plates of his kind.

Here's your money, sir.

Gentlemen, I fear no one
and I will prove it.

How?

This bag contains $2,000,000 and I will
bring it back home by foot...

without any weapon or escort.

Good night, sirs.

$2,000,000 in addition
to your share of the inheritance.

The chance of your life.

Take these. An asbestos outfit.

Rubber gloves and boots.
And an insulating hood.

You're sure my life's not in danger?

You can trust Harry, Mr Jorgell.

Change your clothes inside there.

Baruch!

He's a monster...

and I curse him.

Whether dead or alive,

I don't ever want to hear of him again.

timings & proofreading : meatisgood
translation : aloysius70

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