Short Night of Glass Dolls (1971)

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Shoo, shoo!

Oh my god...

What are you staring at?

You think I k*lled him?

I found him like this.

Just now.

You wait here comrade.
I'll go and phone for an ambulance.

Put him here.

An accident?

No, I don't think so.

There's no sign of any injury.

What happened to him?

I don't know, they found him lying
in one of the parks unconcious.

Call the morgue.

Dead?

I'm dead?

It can't be.

I am alive!

Can't you tell i'm alive?

I've got to make them see.

You.

Listen to me.

Look at me.

Can't you hear me?

Maybe it's a nightmare.

I'll try to wake up.

I've got to move, maybe a finger.

I can't.

I must.

Don't leave me like this.
Help me.

All he was carrying was his passport
and a little loose change.

- He was an American.
- What's his name?

Gregory Moore.

Born in Springfield, Illinois,



Issued in America.

His address?

- I don't find it listed.
- It's somewhere.

It's under permits to be issued.


He was a journalist.

And whta do I put
his cause of death?

Say cardiac arrest.

Say dead on arrival. And you want
to print to make it more ledgible.

What's this, a new regulation?

A simple precaution so the
American press can't accuse us.

I said call the morgue.

But i'm alive!

You can't do this!

That's the lot.

An English trenchcoat,

shorts,

undershirt, socks,

shirt that can be drip dried,

pair of new slacks,

wristwatch

and a pair of high tops.

Real Cordoban.

Not too small for me either.

Shall I leave them out
or not? You say so.

No, list them.

I don't want to lose my job
for a pair of shoes.

It's strange.

He doesn't feel as
cold as the others.

The medics moght have
closed your eyes at least.

It's too late now.

Now in you go.

We seem to have more work.

Sure enough.

But he pay is the same.

This can't be real.

This must be a nightmare.

I don't feel a thing.

It ought to be cold in here.

What's happened to me?

Only my brain

still function.

I have to remember.

Let's see...

I'm Greg.
Gregory Moore.

That I know.

But what else?

"Their association which
was uncovered last week,

"was not an organised
politcal movement,

"that has been avowed officially.
They espoused no political issue.

"They were followed because
they held an occasional meeting

"to discuss conditions
in the country"

End paragraph.

Jack, give him his hat.

"One of the party officials
said those arrested last night

"were charged with publicly inventing

"governmental errors
that led to failures

"and opened exploitation
on an international scale."

New paragraph.

"No one arrested yet has
been declared a prisoner.

"all are confined to a special
mental asylum created supposedly

"for drastictreatment in a hopless case.

"Nothing specifically
limits the treatment."

Add the byline.

Back to your gin rummy.

To a late defecter.

You'll defect if you don't cut
off your intake of vodka.

I'll follow, sure i'll follow, but
not til they carry you out.

They'll find you flat on your a*s.

With too many women,
it drains your energy.

It's a marvellous way to go.

I'm quitting early tonight.
I have a date with Mira.

A quick a way as any.

Here's a flash that
looks worth sending.

An AP Stringer says that in Siberia,

a new type of m*ssile with a
nuclear warhead was tested.

Are you spiking it?

I'll move it tomorrow.
If the Russians confirm it.

Might be a story.

Let me have the telex
when you finished.

So long.

Covering the press
conference at the hall tonight?

No, but if you want company
Jack will go with you.

Looking for women...

Sorry Jessica. I forgot about you.

- My dear Mira!
- I love you!

You've been following my letters
or did you get another tea?

Yes, a new one every day.

I forgot.

Here.

- For me?
- With love.

I could hardly wait
for you to come back

But even now we're
together again i'm afraid.

Afraid you might leave suddenly.

What a thing to say!

Why would I leave all of a sudden?

When all i've waited
for is to be with you

for days and days?

I don't know.

But I always have this uneasy
feeling when we meet,

that it's only for
a moment or two.

As if someone or something
must come between us?

Maybe.

Sometimes, when I try to
think what my life will be...

a year or ten years from now, it's like...

as if I were walking
between two high walls.

They won't let me imagine
anything or hope for anything.

That's when I feel I have to get
away and come here to you.

Because you make me
feel there's nothing to fear.

Almost all the way.

But finally he left me alone
when he realised I meant it.

Excuse me? It's a special
desert only in our restaurant.

Is it safe?

Don't worry, in emergencies
i'm able to extinguish it.

You'd be sad to leave Prague?

Yes, in a way.

In spite of the
oppression of the party,

the average man
manages to survive that...

and keeps individualism alive.

And we found each other here.

What's the time?

It's four thirty.

We're out of cigarettes.

Your kiss tastes of apple.

Your present looks nice there.

Yes they are beautiful.

The species has one peculiar trait
though: they have no instinct to fly.

In spite of their brilliant wings, they
only know how to play on the ground.

We have lots of them you know.

You're adorable.

When is it you're going?

I don't know. Less
than a month for sure.

- To Berlin?
- No London.

Means I go to a foreign country.

But can you smuggle
me out of this one?

Don't worry about crossing the
frontier, I already crossed the pond.

Valinski, he's pulling some strings.

Someway you're coming...

I'm moving you out of this
place. I've paid the price.

Kind sir, i'm unable to repay the cost!

But if you allow me,

i'll express my thanks in a
manner more pleasant for us.

Alright.

That's Jack.

Greg...

Is all this for you
really a simple thing?

No, but you're worth the trouble.

I'm beginning to remember.

Mira.

Hey you there,
you hear me?

Is it like this for you too?

Maybe it's always like
this when you're dead.

Now we can't go back
to tell the others.

No, I mustn't give up.

If i'd gone into journalism
instead of the police,

I would've had
beautiful colleagues.

The commissaire
has his police women.

That is true but they're
not quite so pretty.

My vocation is banking.
It's a great game.

And our good comrade can
put you into it, if you like.

No, thanks!

After all you just
placed with state money.

I'd bankrupt it.

I'm sure these people are statues.

But where are they carved?

The exhibition includes some of the
greatest personalities in middle Europe.

Politicians,
bankers, black marketeers...

Interested?

No thanks.

He looks familiar, who is he?

Franz Thibor, the famous pianist.

- Good evening commissaire.
- Good evening.

This is Mira Svoboda.

I'd never have believed
you were a compatriot.

Marx would've been most surprised.

Naturally you will be aware that
Gregory is about to leave us.

I want to take Mira
with me to London.

I hope that your department
won't keep us waiting.

Reporting for a woman...

surely presents some problems
for the men who'd like her job.

We're not disliked the principal
reason is that we can open doors...

which aren't open
to male reporters.

Don't worry, mine will
be open at all times.

Banks are such crowded places.

As Minister of the Interior...

I can give exclusive
interviews, wouldn't you like that?

Yes of course.
Excuse me for a moment.

Let me introduce you to
a few of my other guests.

They're all dying to meet you.

- Prof. Karting.
- Delighted to meet you.

Doctor Volonski, who of
course you know by reputation

and his equally well known
wife professor Irina Volonskaia.

And this gentleman is Herr Forman,
who's in love with you.

And of course you know Gregory.

Old friends aren't
being noticed anymore?

- Ivan, how are you?
- I'm fine Greg.

What a surprise to see you!

Now miss Svoboda,
if you'd like a drink.

Why didn't you tell me Greg
was bringing that little baggage?

Jessica, Greg is a man.

Neither does woman
live and breed alone.

You're not funny Jack.

Excuse me.

My dear Jessica.

I read your report on our economic
agreement with the socialist republics.

It was very interesting.

But if you permit, I would like
request you on one small point.

How's your
revolution going Ivan?

Did it die at the Sorbonne?

No, it was in Moscow.

I was an intern 2 years in Moscow,
i'm a specialist in cardiology now.

And the same fixations
about naked girls?

The heart is big in our
country, we're tops.

I work with Karting.

Pretty good.

I hope success doesn't
go to your head too.

It better not.

I'd better rescue Mira
from the body snatchers.

- You gotta meet her.
- I'll see you at the bar.

May I introduce you to
another spectacular dame?

Come and say hello to Mira.

No, rgiht now my brain
wouldn't act naturally.

Just like her.

Not that she's missing
any of her essentials.

She's nice and solid here, a
good face and blonde, I think.

The only thing about her I can't
take is she's a millionaire's daughter,

who thinks all her dollars
can buy her raw meat.

In the circumstance.

Right here there's a rock, which
records her physical impressions.

She loves to be bedded
down with communist guys.

Cowboys who work on her ranch

are going to learn
all about the thrills

behind the iron bed curtain.
Aren't they honey?

On the ranch, that's
what turns me on.

She's so sweet and trusting!
What a delighful child don't you think?

Now our young people
are beautiful today!

Please...

make love with me

Right now.

Let's go back inside.

Just as a matter of record I wanted
to see what a fool you are.

Wake up lover boy.

Get out of the sock now!

Get rid of your sex urges the
same way I get rid of the alcohol.

Comrade Bashkov seems to have
had a bad fall, 30 metres that is.

That's 100 feet to you.

He flattened some innocent
passer-by in Verov Street.

Make it snappy.

- Well?
- False tip.

Bashkov the suicide
is not the minister.

He's just Baskkov the grocer.

And a cuckold grocer besides.

Even chicken's in the frying pan
are called political suicides here.

What a place!

And the photographers?

They folded up and
went back in the night.

They told me to wait
and fill you in on it.

I'm sure we met, I just
can't remember where.

But she can speak!

You guyts are so fabulous! Why
don't we go for a drink at my place.

Not tonight, i'm finished.

What about you?

Leave him alone, he's
got better things to do.

Go ahead, back to Mira.

He's really groovy that
cute friend of yours.

Waitress, where is
the telephone please?

I'll be back in a minute.

Natasha!

So early to market?

Mr. Moore, i'll be late,
to me it's not early

I'll pay you tomorrow.

Any time

Mira, where are you?

Ivan!

Thank god!

My old friend at the Sorbonne.

It's a pity.

Do you suspect anything specific?

All that's happened as
far as I can make out doctor...

was cardiac arrest.

Strange, there is no rigidity yet.

How long would you
say he'd been dead?

He was already dead
when they beoguht him.

A good three hours doctor.

Ivan, you've got to help me.

All the same I want
to try something.

We might reanimate him.

If you beleive it
comrade, prove it.

Move him upstairs.

Give me a hand.

Nothing, not in that one.

They said there's no record
of them treating a young girl.

Then what could've
happened to her Jessica?

It can't be very serious.

Just remember we called...

all the hospitals
all the police stations.

You're lucky...

she's not in a morgue
with a broken neck.

Better have a drink though.

That was an experience
that almost finished me.

It's strange that she left
no message for you.

Why would she just
walk out like that?

She didn't just walk out,
she was taken out.

Someone forced her to leave.

So she left with them,
but she could've wanted to go.

Maybe she didn't intend to
stay with her all the time.

And what if whe was
only pretending with you?

Jessica don't talk nonsense,
you didn't know her.

And you, what do
you know about her?

We do not know anything
Gregory. Jessica's right.

So what?

For more than two hours, we've
been making one guess after another

without finding any reason
why she disappeared.

I agree it's weird,

the way she
disappeared like that.

And yet i've known it to happen that
someone suddenly decides to move out.

They leave...

there's no warning,
and no arguing.

They leave with no
clothes on? Look at this!

She left her dresses.

Her shoes.

Everything she brought.
And these.

Bra, handbag, jewellry.

That is not sufficient proof.

When you say the girl was
wearing nothing when she left.

In fact you mean she left this
house without this underwear.

Or these.

Unless you are able to swear
you know the exact contents...

of the wardrobe
brought by Miss Svoboda.

- I believe so.
- Believe?

And you say you left to
cover a news story last night.

All the same, nothing occured
of any importance last night.

It was a false report, now I see
it was to get me out of the way.

Hey, why wouldn't that be a lead?

How were you notified?
The source was official?

An informer called.

They're never identified...

though without them coverage in
our business would be pretty poor.

Let me work on
this case with you.

M. Moore...

We prefer to avoid all complications
with foreign journalists in our work.

Don't interfere.

- Police will do the utmost in their power.
- Vraiment?

Let me say this to you...

They better or i'll write a story,
and blast every one of you for m*rder!

Why did you say

"m*rder"?

I don't know.
Sorry.

As a reporter,
i'm used to saying it.

Prepare the forms
for the investiagtion.

At once, commissaire.

Yes, it's me.

Who's body?

She was found naked?

We'll come now.
The river embankment.

Wait here.

Foreign press.

Come on.

Show him the body.

It isn't her.

I wonder who
this girl may be.

I'll tell Jessica.

As long as i'm here,
i'll take some pictures.

We're wasting so much time.

If we could only find one
person who knew her...

or who knows that she's alive...

Another lover?

No, a lover is
not what I meant.

Did she meet
anyone through you?

No, not while she was with me
because we were always alone.

She went to Valinski's.

I forgot that.

And several of Valinski's
friends met her there.

One of them might
have the answer.

We ought to question everyone.

It would be a help to establish
just how many she talked to.

We'll start with Karting.

- You can make a list of everyone
she talked to. - Is that all?!

Good afternoon, professor
Karting is expecting us.

I'll tell him you're here sir.

Alright gentlemen,
now let's try it.

It reacts.

It's strange.

Human beings seperate
all matter into classes.

The world isn't
made that way.

Everything alive
has its senses.

It's own vitality.

There's nothing wonderful about
this tomato feeling just as sensitive...

to pain as we do.

I think that could
make a goof story.

Hurting a flower is a
criminal act it seems.

It's not criminal, Ivan.

There are both good
and evil in crime.

They're not seperate.

Don't be sentimental,
go on, eat it.

After all, you
can't hear it crying.

Excuse me professor, the two
journalists are here to see you.

Show them in.

Yes, I love
modern expressionists.

And I fear I had to break a few
laws to get these into my possession.

My favourite journalist.
In what way can I be of help?

We're trying to trace
Miss Svoboda, Mira Svoboda.

Somehow or other she's
disappeared and no one can explain it.

It's incredible.

Oh, that most attractive girl
with you at Valinski's reception.

We hope that one of the persons
that spoke to her might lead us to her.

The police tell us not to worry
about it, they'll investigate it.

I'm sure they're reliable but...

You were the first she met last
night and I saw her talk with you.

Can you tell me what she said.

Let me think a moment.

We talked about music.

Thibor's great success in
Berlin and Moscow principally.

She told me she planned to move
from here and live in Moscow.

Really?
You didn't know about that.

Live in Moscow?

It's odd she wouldn't
tell me that too.

But besides, she went
without her documents.

If I were you I
would not worry.

She will be alright, i'm sure.

I hope that you're right.

I'd hate to think that
there was anything wrong.

Any reaction?

No, nothing.

Don't give up, Ivan.

Don't give up!

Let's put him
on the experiment.

But he's been dead for too long, I
don't there's anything we can do for him.

Don't listen to him Ivan.
You've got to save me!

His temperature hasn't gone down
far enough. There must be a reason.

Let's bring in Karting.

Yes, hurry.
Karting will understand.

Meanwhile I have to
keep remembering.

It's the only way
I can tell i'm alive.

- What'd they tell Jack?
- Nothing, no one can remember.

It's as if she never existed.

Well, is there anything new?

This, you begin to act
dangerously being foreigners.

My advice was to wait
and not interfere at all.

As an accredited reporter,
in this case I must protest.

Your interference
is going too far.

And what's this method you use? Are
you suggesting that others should report...

every last thing they said when
they talked to this Mira Svoboda?

That's how to do it
as you ought to know.

We want to help you,
let's cooperate.

What do you expect. Girls disappear
in a city like this all year round.

It is I who's duty it is to talk to the
suspects and interrogate and not you.

Don't forget again.

They'll reprimand you,
scare everybody away...

and they'll write in you
record you've been a fool.

You do as I tell you or you shall crawl
on your knees in front of someone...

a little bit higher than what
you call a bureaucratic underling.

I might tell you, others have
been equally surprised that...

their press immunity to
police arrest is suspended.

Think it over.

You were wrong to challenge Kierkoff.
Now he'll hinder instead of helping us.

I'm not afraid.
But you heard.

He said in this city girls disappear all
year round so I want you to check on it.

You keep interviewing the others
we listed, i'm counting on you.

Ok but, it'll help
matters to keep cool.

- Where to lady?
- Kiliana 32.

You want me?

I want the last 2 years of
Rudé Právo from your file.

Here, I guess
you prefer dollars?

Your guess is right.

- I need information.
- It's paid for.

Girls who've disappeared.

I like criminal stories.
All of them are memorised too.

I file them here.

I don't look in the official archives
anymore, they don't keep even half.

Hello, i'm a journalist and i'd like
some news on Marika Sequince.

Two years ago she
was reported as missing.

I don't know anything.
Go away.

Are you her mother?

No, don't ask me anything.
It's all behind us now.

Her father and mother said
she didn't take her clothes...

and nothing was missing.

Tell him! Tell him!

Why don't you speak!

You're all cowards,
that's what you are.

Well i'll tell him!
Shut up.

There is nothing to tell.

But was she related to you?

Marika was our
daughter and she left us.

I don't remember any more.
And I won't be reminded either.

Get out of here!

Hey, you in the red shirt!

You know that old man?

You wanna earn this?

Then just give him this.

I have to thank you again.

If you hadn't driven me I would never
have found my way out here on my own.

It does me good to get
away from the office.

Although I do think you're
on a wild goose chase.

You go ahead,
i'll be watching the dogs.

- What are you doing in this house?
- My name is Moore.

Did you know Irina Dubcek?

Yes, once.

I am a journalist.

I'm doing a story on young
girls who have disappeared.

A story...

I can't tell if you're friend or foe.

I am a friend.

But it doesn't matter.

I can only die once.

Death isn't far.

I told everything. I told
everything, they can't ask for more.

And Irina?

Irina has left.

They forced her to serve them.

But who did she serve?
Is she alive or dead?

You have followed her in vain.
She is no more.

Is there anyone you suspect?
And who was it she served?

She was forced to.

All or youth must
eventually be sacrificed...

Preserving those in power.

First they ask for the lives
of our young soldiers.

Or a young student that
protests that he must die.

Impassioned, they fall.

Yes, I have suspicions of my own.

But I can't fight it anymore.

You could, you could fight,
if you are young.

You could still fight.

It's too late.
I've forsaken the dead.

All I can do is try
to blot out the past.

Please.

Tell me what you know.

I have told everything there is to
tell young man. There is nothing more.

I know nothing.
Now go.

Irina loved music,
didn't she?

Yes, as most of her friends

They've been trying to
get you from New York.

I told them that you were sick
but that you'd be back later.

Finally!

I was beginning to wonder if we
had to start looking for you aswell.

What did you find out?

I'm afriad there isn't much.
And I don't know who to ask anymore.

The only thing that is someone
repeated that story of Moscow.

What story?

Didn't I tell you?

It seems that Mira had been
talking of going to Moscow.

Anything new on
those missing girls?

I did find out one thing. There's
an old fella who might know alot.

Nothing else?

Well in every case of a missing girl...

I found an odd fact,
they played chamber music.

You must be kidding,
all that is a coincidence.

There are thousands that drink the same
liquor as me or smoke the same tobacco.

Besides all that, I don't remember
Mira playing any music.

There are other coincidences.

Listen Greg, we're
in a strange place.

And what surprises you here
could be going on all the time.

It strikes some as strange,
and others as normal.

Try to see it.

If you bow to it as much as I do then
you won't have any bugs about it.

Take their position huh?

With my stubborn temperament?

It's my nature to oppose any
resistance as long as force is used.

And with no
explanations logical for it.

You can picture why i'm
always in hot water.

Don't chase it Greg.
You're too involved as it is.

M Moore, this message came
for you, a boy brought it.

It's from the old man, he says
where he's supposed to meet him.

- Don't do it Greg.
- I have to go.

Mind telling me what
the hell is going on?

You don't know who it's from,
there's not even a man's name on it.

And you're going to this neighbourhood
to meet a perfect stranger?

He crazy.
Look Jack.

I'm going with you.

No, because it says i've got to
go alone. I'll see you both later.

Watch out!

Who did it?
Do you know him?

They don't fly...

Don't let them fly.

What do you mean?
Who? Tell me!

They don't fly...

Now what's happened?

What are you doing here?

I had a suspicion you'd
end up in hot water.

What did you see?

In the dark I saw you go toward
someone, maybe this old fella.

Then disappear into the smoke.

Then come running out a moment
later like a scared rabbit.

Great, tell it to the police and they'll
believe i'm a homicidal maniac.

Where are you off to now?

Leave me alone, don't
follow me, I mean it.

Phase the oxygen to maximum.

The cardiac muscle
isn't reacting to stimulus.

Yes, but still rigor
mortis hasn't set in.

It is not rare for a cadaver to retain
a certain flexibility after many hours.

There is still no sign
of natural respiration.

His temperature however...

His temperature hasn't hurried,
it has stayed around 32 degrees.

Even under refridgeration.

Some oxidation process must exist,
perhaps at the muscular level.

But doctor, think how long
his heart's been stopped.

It's biologically
impossible for him to...

We're not engaged in an exact science.
The things we do not know...

are far more numerous
than the things we do.

You're right Karting.

This can't be real death.

Respiratory action nil.

Cardiac nil,
encephalogram flat.

There's no indication
of any activity at all.

But the scope is registering
something, it's above zero.

That old man...

Who k*lled him?

Maybe they're the same that
are trying to get rid of me?

Would you please help a pitiful
old woman to cross the street.

Thank you, you're very kind.

God bless you.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Get out, you don't belong here.

I'm one of the club members.

You're a foreigner.
Get out!

Get out!

Foreigner!

Master, a non member is here.

A westerner.

How could you tell?

His shoes.

He ran through the hall.

We must find him.

Well Peter?

I looked all around.

I'll make another search.
You go on with your work.

Very well, master.

Let's hope he
hasn't gone in there.

Lovely.

You never realised my
thoughts about Mira.

Why'd I phone you that
night? So you'd get out.

I opened your flat,
broke her neck...

to counteract the
power she had over me.

Naturally I got rid of her body,
by throwing it in the nearest sewer.

And that's not all,
I threw in a spare...

when I had her round
the house on Friday.

Go ahead, summon the police
and then you can turn me in!

I hope that makes it perfectly
clear, i'm sick of the whole thing.

It's a bore, I know it.

Everyone knows it.

Stop letting the police big you.
Let it drop.

Rest for a couple of days.

Otherwise the rest will
be from heart failure.

Maybe you're right, heart failure.

I'll file your copy too, I can
piece it together from my stuff.

Have you seen Jessica lately?

What?

Jessica? No.

She's been looking
high and low for you.

Are you leaving?

Yes, I guess i'll go home
and get some rest.

Take care Greg.

I wanted to ask you, have you ever
heard the music recitals at the Club 99?

For the members, just to conceal that
they're chronically bored to death

Everyone in there's a dead-head.

Old politicians, one or
two illustrious actors,

who play around with
other things besides quartets.

Porcelain, petit pois,

chess, provided it
bores them. Why?

Nothing, I qualify alright.
Maybe there's an opening.

That'll put you to sleep,
just what you need.

I can't take it any longer.

You referred ten minutes ago...

to a club you've reason to fear.

What do you mean?
Who are you?

My name is Pravski.

Koparal Pravski.

Good evening, M. Moore.

But please, have I
offended you M. Moore?

How did you get in my apartment?
What are you here for?

I want to tell you that someone
is watching your house.

He's down there right now.

It's one of their police stooges.

They must suspect you Greg.

You should never have questioned
anyone. I'm sure Kierkoff's behind it.

It's the m*rder of Marika's father.

I'm sure he'll say that you're
the one who caused it.

You'd better go back to London.

I certainly could use a vacation.

I've a permit that'll place
you on a priority flight.

If you want, i'll come with you.

We both want a vacation.

Now more than ever.

Give me the maximum.

Syringe.

No, Ivan!

Patter!

Don't stop!

Don't give up!

I'm very sorry.

Your friend?

I met him years ago
when I studied in Paris.

Ivan's deserted me too.

For them i'm not one
of the living anymore.

But if you like i will
perform the autopsy.

I don't believe
it's necessary.

I'd like to find out why there was
never any sign of rigor mortis in him.

You make the arrangements then.

Or perhaps...

I could perform it tomorrow
during my lecture on anatomy.

I know i'm not being
fair to you Jessica.

Too many memories.

It has absolutely
nothing to do with you.

I really can't understand
why you persist in your fixation,

and I can't see why
you let that girl haunt you,

or why this place
should hang you up.

And the part that beats me is how
you could care for someone like her!

What do you mean 'like her'?

You never even knew her.

You have no idea!

She cared about you?
In a pig's eye she did!

- She wasn't able to.
- Shut up!

She belonged to another
world, a different kind.

It's no use looking in
every sewer in town.

You're never going
to see her again.

I know you don't believe a thing
I say. She was just a little b*tch.

It's mis-spent passion.

Now I shall go before
they carry you of to jail.

Or worse.

My apologies.
I know i'm to blame.

Yes, they are beautiful.

The species has one
peculiar trait though...

They haven't any
instinct at all to fly.

In spite of their brilliant wings, they
only know how to play on the ground.

They don''t fly...

Don't let them fly.

I've just been talking with
that blind man you know.

He's working across with
a lowdown on that club.

You didn't know they had branches
in Paris, London, New York, Tokyo.

There are plenty of other things.

In these clubs they use
too many tropical flowers.

Isn't it odd?

And in black magic,

the number 99 signifies
"amen", "finished".

How dhould I know,
you think it's a coincidence?

No no, it's not a coincidence.

I also found what I was looking for.

The connection with the girls
who disappeared in Munich was...

a hell of a lot more than music.

Look for me.

I'm outside here.

Yeah, at the club, at the corner
of the plaza in a phone booth.

From where I watch
i've seen a lot tonight.

They go in the club but there's
no concert on the programme.

Why don't we go in and look around,
and bring that card with you.

I'm coming right over.
Don't you move.

Well hurry up chum.

That figure...

It was a butterfly!

Are you there?

Jack, is that you?

I saw human
beings drinking rain...

and their huge bellies
swelling and bursting.

Spurting out money,
red rain

rain of god.

Why don't you let

butterflies

with gaily coloured wings

fly free

in the clear skies?

Why don't you let

butterflies

with gaily coloured wings

fly free

in the clear skies?

I though I was dreaming

and I washed my face

and the water was
as red as blood.

My blood.

I wanted to fly away

in the clear sky

But they cut my wings.

You don't expect
us to believe that?

Your comrade's an alcoholic and
not responsible for what he says.

So stop claiming phantoms
are trying to get rid of you.

And unless you obey,
you'll go to prison.

I know you're a drug addict.

We found a tube in your house.
We're having in analysed now.

It contained morphine didn't it.

We know that both you
and the girl took drugs.

Obviously yoou injected
her with an overdose.

She died because of you.

Now follow carefully my solution.

Establish in your confession
that is all took place as I say,

and you will stand trial.

But for accidental death.

In that way I can be lenient.

I will find extenuating circumstances

and you can leave the country.

The club...

The butterflies...

I must go back there.

I feel cold.

I feel cold.

I gonna look inside, the club.

I'm afraid.
I can't think.

Precisely.

I'l refer this case
to a mental facility

for advanced electro-shock therapy.

He's only tired.

I'll take care of him.

With your approval.

Gregory,

i'll drag you home.

It's Valinski.

You know me don't you?

I have to get in there.

I must do it.

Tonight.

I have to.

In your position,

I advise you to get some rest.

You're tired.

And I am the director.

If you had asked me,

I could easily have
showed you our club.

Call me up tomorrow.

I have to see Mira.

Faster.

I have to go there tonight.

Don't get upset.

I must take you home now.

Don't worry now.
You will be alright.

Open up!

Open up, it's the police!

Open I say!

You can't consider this case closed.

Mira Svoboda was
k*lled by her lover.

The American journalist,
Gregory Moore.

And your colleague also
k*lled another one of you.

He stabbed to death
Jack MacPherson

in a telephone booth.

We found his handkerchief

beside the body.

We have definite proof
that Moore suffered

from a persecution mania.

And recently exhibited frequent
states of deep psychic derangement.

It was in one of those seizures

that he was driven to
k*ll his young fiancee,

whose disappearance
he reported himself.

But he had to k*ll your colleague

because he had found
incontravertable proof of his guilt.

Professer Karting,
thinks the autopsy...

Surely he can't have been crazy.

Not Greg.

That's not Mira.
Mira was a rebel.

She refused sex and gold.

And everybody here
was lured with them.

We used them for bait
the whole world over.

They're important becuase
they suppress the will to resist.

She is sleeping know.

You will follow her in your turn.

Unwanted visitors the sabbath
broom get gets rid of them.

The oldest persons beat the drum.

And the youngest go to battle.

We will hold the reigns
of power in the world

as long as there are
people willing to be k*lled,

willing to shed their own blood.

Nothing must be changed.

Our bitterest enemies are
persons that love freedom.

That is why we always have
them removed. We destroy them!

We must enslave the free
to preserve our powers.

We need the young
to keep us alive.

They must become like us,

they must think as we do.

Those who rebel must be sacrificed.

Catalepsy...

They will find your body
and declare you dead.

Your mind will work

after it is buried,
but by that time it is gone mad.

After it is buried.

There's something
in my heart.

That's my heartbeat!

My heart is beating again!

Don't you hear it?
My heart is trying to beat!

But my heart is beating.
They must be able to realise that.

We shall take
advantage of this autopsy,

to demonstrate the errors that could
occur in an operation on the heart

if it is not performed with
the greatest precision.

In all operations in
the cardiac cavity

the surgeons technique is
of the utmost importance.

Therefore I beg you to observe
this lesson with the closest attention.

Gloves please.

Now then, first,

an incision between the


That will be the area
of the left unular.

It is a delicate area
requiring special technique.

Close the shutters please.

Remember,

the merest error
or wrong movement

could irreparably damage the organ

and cause death.

Pay close attention.

Lights please.

Karting!

I shall proceed.

You must poise this scalpel
in the intercostal space

Then make a quick
and precise thrust.

Like this.