Doctor Justice (1975) - full transcript
Children!
The stuff needs some salt.
Here?s salt, chef.
Say, chef, do you think there will be
enough mashed potatoes for lunch?
Of course. About ten of us are
leaving the ship later today.
I even have to hurry:
I?ve got a plane to catch.
We?ll miss you, chef.
Your chow was top notch.
True, chef. We were
getting used to you.
My replacement will replace me
very well. Goodbye.
Hey, quartermaster, will you come
with me and check on the oil?
Yeah, OK.
- Good morning, Sir.
- Good morning, Sir. How are you?
- We?re going to take samples then?
- OK.
We?re going on holidays either
to Martinique or Guadeloupe.
Either will be warmer than Antwerp,
that?s for sure.
- Goodbye, chef.
- Goodbye, quartermaster.
- And thanks for the chow.
- You?re welcome.
- How was the crossing?
- Fine. No problem.
Oh? Then why are you
24 hours late?
Who, us? Things like that
happen at sea.
- Sure, they do happen but...
- Mr. Giroux! - Yes.
Why, this is not possible.
Mr. Giroux...
- Will you please look at this!
- But... but this is not oil.
- This is water. Salt water.
- But that cannot be!
Are you sure this tank was filled
with oil in Puerto Lacoz?
Positive.
Just like the others.
- Mr. Giroux!
- Yes.
Tanks 6 and 7 are filled with water.
- All right, let?s check them all.
- I?ll tell the skipper.
- Hello? Hello, Sir?
- What? I?m on my way.
Come on, captain, you just have
to give us an explanation.
I can only repeat that...
I don?t understand.
You took 80.000 tons of oil on board
in Puerto Lacoz, didn?t you?
- We did.
- The oil was checked then, wasn?t it?
It was. Here are the quantity
and quality certificates.
And, during the crossing, those
80.000 tons of oil changed into salt water?
I utterly fail to understand.
Do you know how much that
cargo was worth, captain?
6 million dollars.
3 billion old francs.
You?ll have to excuse me but
I?m calling the board of directors.
And I?m calling the authorities. Please
do not leave your ship, captain,
and confine your whole crew
until the investigation begins.
- Hi, Sir!
- Hello, Mr. Max.
- Greetings, Mr. Max.
- Mr. Max, good morning.
Come on, Wang, take my things
up to my room
- and prepare a bath for me.
- Yes, Mr. Max.
Stop that contraption!
It pollutes silence.
Well, gentlemen, did everything
go well on your side?
- Ideally.
- No trouble?
- Fair weather! - What about the
rendezvous in Tangier?
The others took over.
What about you, Mr. Max?
Your arrival in Antwerp?
Perfect. One day late, as scheduled.
Oh, the look on their faces when
they found water instead of oil!
But I slipped away before
the show began.
- What an amazing job, don?t you think?
- Indeed, indeed,
this is what you get when you have
the brain of a genius, gentlemen.
I don?t mean myself but
our boss: the Regent!
Once again, I can see you
don?t believe in the Regent.
Well... we never saw him.
I?ll remind you of our
agreement, Gentlemen.
We know, Mr. Max: no one
must know the Regent.
Yes, we know. No one
will ever know the Regent.
Except me, of course.
Hey, Mr. Max: here?s Eric.
Ah! Glad to see you, Eric.
I couldn?t wait. Did Clark phone you?
Yes, he phoned me at home,
fifteen minutes ago.
What about the oil on the
"Azay-le-Rideau"?
It?s done. He sold it. The dollars will
come through the arranged channel.
What a trick, Gentlemen!
- The King?s trick!
- Checkmate!
Yes, but... there?s some
trouble with Clark.
- What?
- He?ll be here tomorrow.
- From London?
- Yes, by plane,
landing in Ostend at 10 pm, and
he wants to see you immediately.
- Did he... did he tell you why?
- He wants $500.000 more.
- What? - Or else he won?t participate
in your second venture.
Son of a bitch!
He dares to do this! To me!
No! Who does the Irishman
think he is?
Does he think he?s indispensable?
No one?s indispensable!
We?ll do the second venture
without him.
Nobody ever blackmailed me!
Or what I mailed back
was an obituary.
- An obituary for an Irishman!
- Amen.
Your attention please.
A bus is waiting in front
of the airport
for the doctors attending the
conference in Bruges. Thank you.
- Well? Is it done?
- Yes, but there was a glitch.
- What do you mean?
- Clark didn?t die immediately.
He had the time to talk
to a passenger.
What could he possibly tell him?
Clark didn?t know anything about
our organization. Not even our address.
But he knew about our next job.
And if he talked to the passenger...
Oh! Here he is.
Bruges Convention.
You have to learn who he is,
then we?ll deal with him.
Welcome to the Bruges Convention.
Let?s now talk about the Bruges
Convention, doctor. Its subject...
You mean the dangers
of overpopulation?
I?ve been given to think that you and your
colleagues don?t all agree on that point.
Yes, indeed. On one side, you?ve got
the pessimists who claim that the worid
is running towards its end
as it overpopulates
and, on the other side,
those who, like me.
- Trust in science.
- Yes,
because our planet is extremely generous,
our oceans are full of great wealth.
Yes, I understand. So, as a doctor,
you?re betting on life.
Yes, but on the condition..
that man agrees to help his
fellow man everywhere in the worid.
You are the epitome of that, doctor.
The documents I?m about
to show you,
are pictures of Dr Justice caring
for some Third Worid children.
A researcher, a general practitioner,
a respected member of
Worid Health Organization,
Dr Justice is exactly
the kind of generous doctor
who relentlessly flies to help
the deprived people on our Planet.
And now, doctor, we?ll leave you
to your training.
Good luck for the Bruges convention.
Cut.
Thank you for receiving us, Doctor.
Good luck.
Goodbye, sir, and see you soon.
Not bad, eh?
- Dr Justice! Dr Justice!
- Here.
- Good morning, Doctor.
- Good morning.
Pleased to meet you.
And I mean pleased.
- You?re gorgeous.
- I heard that line before.
- How?s the water?
- Wonderful. Do you want to enjoy it?
I don?t have enough time, doctor.
And neither do you.
Why? What?s up? Do you want
to sell me a robe?
No, I just came to tell you
that the bus
will be leaving in ten minutes
for the Convention.
So see you soon: I?ll be waiting
in front of the hotel.
Oh, wait a second.
May I know who you are?
Well... guess.
Greta Garbo?s daughter?
You know, the Divine?
Well, you win.
And my name is Karine.
And what is my gorgeous Divine
doing to earn a living?
- I guide convention members in Bruges.
- Oh, I see.
For one time, I?ll be the guide.
After the convention sessi?n, tonight,
I?ll take you out. OK?
Oh, sorry, doctor, but even
my evenings are extremely busy.
Too bad. This is bad news.
Look, Doctor, stop holding my leg
or you?ll miss your bus.
Shall I put my suit on, so you can
give me the brush?
You should. Definitely.
- Hey... What?s the matter with me?
- Nothing.
But, for a doctor, you too
look like a movie actor.
Oh? Just a comic book hero.
Oh, Divine. Are you going to
Provincial Palace? I missed the bus.
You didn?t: the bus
is in trouble. Look.
Oh, no. Three flat tires at the
same time? That?s a great shot.
One of your colleagues must have
enemies around here.
- What can we do for them?
- For your colleagues?
No, for the tires. Do you want me to give
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to them?
Better yet: I called a cab.
Taxi!
- Here?s yours, doctor.
- Ours, I hope.
No. Unfortunately, I?ve got
other things to do.
- You work too much. You?ll get ill.
- Well, you?ll cure me.
In that case, please hurry to get ill.
- I?ll join you there.
- Sweet words, at last.
No, they?re just interested.
I need a check-up.
- To Provincial Palace.
- Yes, madam.
Mind the little girl!
- What happened?
- A free for all.
- And you won?
- Two to zero.
- Bravo.
- Thank you.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we now
interrupt our "Omnisport" show
to give you an important newsflash.
A new development in the case
of the tanker "Azay-le-Rideau",
which is, it must be said, the greatest
piracy operation of the century.
The captain and part of the crew
were charged with being accessories.
The sailors who went off-board
before the con operation was discovered
are wanted by the Police.
- Oh, the poor people!
- That was fast.
- It was scheduled.
- I say, it?s mean!
Yes, it?s mean, but six million dollars
can dull a conscience.
- Don?t you think so, Eric?
- I don?t have a conscience anyway.
...an interview of Dr Benjamin Justice
who?s a participant in the
medical convention in Bruges.
Shut up! It?s our sawbones.
I?m glad to introduce you to
an exceptional doctor.
He doesn?t just tell his
patients to exercise,
he?s a sportsman himself.
Aren?t you, Doctor.
Well, yes.
Oh, he?s a sportsman all right.
...and I think you?re also
a great karate specialist?
Yes. Yes, indeed, I was lucky enough
to be taught by the great Yamuri,
a Japanese philosopher
and a great martial arts expert.
Shit! We stumbled on a samurai.
A philosopher, you say?
So there could be a connection
between philosophy and karate?
Yes, of course. Karate mostly means
disciplining your mind.
But karate means aggressi?n!
Violence!
No. Karate is the art
of defense, not attack.
Its practitioners can fight strength
with speed and agility.
And karate is also, I think,
a moral code.
Indeed. My master Yamuri
taught me real courage.
He said it was doing what is right.
Oh, here?s courage for you!
Let?s now talk about the
Bruges Convention, doctor. It?s subject...
You mean the dangers
of overpopulation?
You?re going to start all over again.
I want the sawbones,
do you hear me?
We could off him for you.
That would be simpler.
No, you idiot. I want the doctor alive.
In one piece. In working order.
But this time you?ll have to rack your
brains a little to trap the samurai.
- I?ll tell you something: I have a plan.
- Have you?
I?ll deal with your sawbones myself.
I?ll deliver him here tomorrow at noon.
That?s fine but, tell me Eric, you don?t
usually do that kind of work.
True. But since your little giris
are letting you down...
- Would you repeat that?
- Shut up! Go on.
Look, it?s easy: I?ve got two reliable
and level-headed friends,
and let me tell you that
your samurai won?t last long.
Yes, but I warn you again: alive.
Of course. In good health.
So? Is it yes?
Good. I?ll go now: I?ve got to
prepare the job.
It?s somewhat vicious, you know.
Goodbye, ladies.
Well, I just have to go and
inform the Regent.
Because the Regent is becoming
nervous. Boris, come with me.
So where does the Regent live?
Oh, you really thought you were
going to see the Regent, didn?t you?
No, no, my boy: you?ll follow Eric.
I like Eric, really,
but all the same... Eric!
In conclusi?n, I shall quote
Willy Brandt:
"Whether a man is killed in a war
or condemned to starvation
by general indifference is the same
from a moral point of view. "
Now I?ll hand you over to
Professor Orwall,
a biologist and associate
professor in Harvard.
Mr. President, ladies and gentlemen.
Nobody here can doubt
my faith in science.
In the year 2000, the population
on our planet will be 8 billion people,
twice as many as today.
Where shall we find enough food
for such a huge mass of human beings?
And should we not find enough
to feed them, how can we avert disaster.
A disaster which is not a far-fetched feat
of the imagination: it?s already begun.
There is in Calcutta a whole hospital
dedicated to starving children.
It is therefore urgent to put a stop
to the human race?s anarchic reproduction.
Mr. President. I wish to answer
Professor Orwall.
Sorry, sir, but this is the
end of the sessi?n.
You?ll have the floor tomorrow night.
Ladies and gentlemen, please let me
remind you that, tomorrow morning,
you?re invited to visit an aquaculture
center near the Dutch frontier.
Departure is scheduled at 8:30.
This sessi?n is now closed.
- Doctor.
- Oh! Excuse me...
- Good evening, Divine.
- Good evening, Doctor.
The radio says you?ve been
the victim of an assault?
- No. Nothing serious.
A short training sessi?n. - Oh, good.
So I?ll have the pleasure of seeing you
tomorrow in the aquaculture center?
No, unfortunately,
tomorrow morning at 9:00,
I have to go to the police station
about my... minor incident.
Oh... but, wait! I can fetch you
at the police station.
We?ll catch up with the
Convention bus in no time.
All right, I agree. I?m not one
for public transportation.
I?d rather have the intimacy
of your car.
- Good night, doctor.
- Good evening, Karine.
So you?re also a student,
if I understand correctly?
Yes. I study literature.
I can picture you, bent over Baudelaire,
smelling The Flowers of Evil.
Here, look. Little wild flowers:
not bad either.
- Maybe we could stop?
- What about our aquaculture?
Strangely enough, I feel more bucolic
than scientific-minded.
What about the future of Humanity?
I can see it in your eyes.
A wonderful future in a clear sky.
Well I can see a huge cloud.
You tricked me nicely.
The doll trick is very funny, but let me
remind you that you tried it already.
Oh, be a wiseguy, why don?t you?
I have nothing more left to do,
little wild flower.
- Here he is.
- Bravo, Karine, and thanks.
Come on, get out, this is your stop.
Eddie, Cuff him, then take him
to the shed.
And now, darling, the big game.
Hello, Max? This is Eric.
- I?ve got the parcel.
- Bravo.
It's Eric...
Will you bring him to me now?
No, Max. I put it in
a cool hiding place of mine.
Now, I?ll explain, Max. If you want
him, it will cost you $200.000.
Oh? Hey, guys, the kid
is fining me $200.000.
I?m not joking, Max.
Oh yes? Interesting. So you?re
living your own life?
Yes, I?m now self-employed.
Deal with it, Max.
So, what is your decisi?n about
the sawbones? Will you lay out the cash?
I?ll have to talk to the Regent first.
I need some time.
I?ll call you back in two hours.
But I?m warning you, Max:
Should you refuse to pay,
I?ll kill the doc. Ciao.
Wang! Call Boris for me.
The fool thinks he can trick
Daddy Max this way.
Hello?
- Excuse me: may I interrupt you?
- Yes. What?
What exactly are we waiting for?
None of your business.
I?d be so bold as to point out
that I?m personally involved.
You?ll be informed later.
Say, Eric, are you sure
you?ll get the money?
More than sure.
Fifteen minutes left.
I?ll call him back and he?ll ask politely
where he can give me the dollars.
- Why would he give them to you?
- Because he really needs him.
- But what does he want?
- Ask him a couple of questions.
At last, I may learn why everybody?s
so interested in me.
Eric!
Eric! Eric!
Hey, you! Come!
- Bastard! Bastard!
- Come on. This way!
- Doctor. Stop!
- No! Go away! Go away!
Thank you, doctor. Thank you
for coming to me.
I?m sure you?re going to accept
my hospitality.
Go. Go!
Playing little gangsters
is dangerous, isn?t it?
What the hell were you doing
with that gang?
I never was part of it.
I don?t even know them.
What I did was for Eric.
For him only.
Still it wasn?t exactly nice.
I know. I wasn?t fair to you.
But Eric wanted the money so much.
- What for?
- Precisely to change his life.
We were supposed to go
to Canada.
But he had no money
and he wanted a lot. Now.
Yes, of course. Same old song.
But that?s why Max killed him.
Just as he?s going to kill us both.
Because we know too much.
Come on, don?t bury us so soon.
Don?t tell me you?ve got hope?
Did you see where we are?
We can?t complain. Look: we have
a room, we?re fed, which is a major issue:
when you?re about to do battle, you must
be in great shape. Come on: eat, Karine.
- I?m not hungry. - Come on, hurry,
open your pretty beak.
Don?t you know sea air really
gives you an appetite?
Come on.
- I really like your bracelet.
- Eric gave it to me.
Oh, Eric gave it to you?
It could prove very useful.
- Why useful?
- Never mind.
Not quite enough Dry Martini.
Here.
Let?s give some toasted bread
to the nice little animal.
- What?s your dish called?
- Lobster in love.
- We, in China...
- You, in China, you shut up.
Now we?ll do another kind of cooking:
after true shellfish,
truth serum. Pentothal
- Wang, you, in china...
- OK, Mr. Max.
Well, doctor, how do you feel?
You look far better. It?s a happy sight.
Right. Let?s start the sessi?n.
Tell me if I?m wrong, doctor:
my friend Clark talked to you
at the airfield before he died.
Answer, doctor.
Did he talk to you?
Yes.
Did Clark tell you about
our next job, doctor?
The place? The port town? Answer,
Doctor, what did Clark tell you?
- They got me.
- Is that all?
- The bastards.
- Nothing more?
- And he died immediately after that?
- Yes.
Oh, the good chap. He took our
secret to his grave. How discreet.
- I?ll have a mass celebrated for him.
- The other one, now.
You?re sad, honey, aren?t you?
I liked Eric too.
But why did the little arsehole
do that to me?
The ridiculous blackmail.
Well... he paid, didn?t he?
Now, little girl, you?re going
to tell me what you know.
Your friend Eric told you that
we were responsible
for the "Azay-le-Rideau"
caper, didn?t he?
- Yes.
- Damn. And did you tell anyone?
- No.
- Fine.
And what about my new job?
Did Eric tell you about it?
Didn?t he tell you that he was
supposed to go abroad again with us?
- He did.
- Oh.
- And did he tell you to what country?
- No.
- Did he talk about a boat?
- No.
Oh, this is it: the light is green,
the way is clear.
Gentlemen, our secret
hasn?t been revealed.
Well, just slightly.
And a Martini, yeah.
- So, are we packing? - Yes sir.
And in full campaign gear, please.
Say, Mr. Max, the two lovebirds down there...
maybe we should shoot them now.
- Wouldn?t it be the sensible thing to do?
- We?ll liquidate them when we leave.
Until then, they?ll be excellent hostages.
- You never know what can happen.
- What if they escaped?
- From here?
- Yes.
Well, let?s imagine they do.
They would talk.
Of what? Our next job?
Of course. You just mentioned it
while you interrogated them.
No, no, the drug leaves no memory.
This is progress in medicine.
Crazy lobster in love,
a specialty of the chef.
Enjoy your meal, gentlemen.
I, unfortunately, must leave.
You really must be in a hurry,
Mr. Max.
I must go and reassure the Regent.
- Will you be back tonight, Mr. Max?
- No. Tomorrow morning.
Excellent. The beast really
is in love, Mr. Max.
- It?s better than a woman.
- You know, we, in China...
- You, in China...
- I know, Mr. Max.
See you tomorrow, gentlemen.
Dr Justice has the floor.
Dr Justice?
I think he?s missing, Mr. President.
Dr Justice boasted that he could
refute my theory.
He must have thought it
more sensible to shut up.
- What are you doing?
- Shh. Leave it to me.
Open.
- Oh! Might I... er...
- Untie him.
You may go to bed, I?m relieving you.
You?ll call me.
You may come.
- How did you do that?
- Shhh.
Watch out!
Look! This is what we need.
Quick.
There!
Put this on, it?s dangerous.
Slip in there.
Shit.
It?s nothing serious.
The bullet just grazed you.
It?s superficial.
- You?re a strange man.
- Why?
I was awful with you. You could
have told the Police about me.
Instead, you look after me.
A doctor?s duty is to cure, kid,
not to avenge himself.
What about the others? The gang?
Are you going to let them be?
Now that?s different. I?m no more
a doctor, it?s a man?s business.
- Look, I?ll tell you everything.
- Tell me what?
- Everything I know.
- You want to avenge Eric, don?t you?
Yes. Because I?m not like you:
I do avenge myself.
So I?m telling it all to you.
Max is responsible for the
"Azay-le-Rideau" job. You know: oil.
I?m not surprised.
But do you know that the leader of
the gang is someone called the Regent?
Oh? And who?s the Regent?
No one knows that.
No one ever saw him.
For that very reason, Eric thought
the Regent was Max himself.
What? You mean that Max
could live a double life?
Yes, that?s what Eric said.
Max would in fact be an
extremely important figure.
- I see.
- And I know something else.
- Oh yes? What?
- Max is preparing another job.
- Oh? And do you know what it is?
- No. Eric gave me no detail.
You?ll wait for me here. I?ve got
something important to do.
I?ll take the opportunity
to rest for a while.
That?s the best thing you can do.
See you later.
- Please, sir.
- Yes.
Would you call the Central
Police Station for me please?
- At once, Doctor.
- Thank you so much.
I must say I have a hard time
stomaching those kind of scientists.
You?ll see that, soon, they will prove
that Earth is square.
- Don?t laugh, Gentlemen. It?s true.
- Good morning.
Oh, long time no see.
You did a bad thing, Sir.
You promised you?d answer me during
the Convention and you didn?t come.
I was slightly delayed.
Please excuse me.
I deeply regretted it.
And I felt frustrated.
Shall I buy you lunch?
I?d really like to
cross swords with you.
That might be careless.
I could wound you.
Doctor. The commissioner
is on the phone for you.
Oh, thank you.
Sorry to decline your invitation
but, as you can see, I?m being called
about that slight delay, precisely.
I?ve got a few explanations to make.
It seems that you always escape me.
We?ll meet again, professor.
Hello?
Now that is extremely
important, doctor.
All right, we must
go and see the judge
who?s in charge of the
"Azay-le-Rideau" case. Now.
Your defense is absurd, captain.
The act of piracy could only succeed
with your involvement, and your men?s.
I?m innocent, and so are my men.
Well, doctor, ask the defendant
your questions.
Maybe they?ll refresh his memory.
Let me give you a few names, captain.
Maybe one of them will ring a bell.
A man named Max...
the Regent.
- Eric.
- Now, this is absurd.
Those names don?t ring any bell.
You won?t get anything out of me:
I don?t know anything.
I was framed, doctor.
That I know for a fact.
Now if you really want to find
complicity on board,
there might be the fact that,
when we arrived in Antwerp,
about ten crewmen left the ship
for other assignments.
Yes, we know that.
We found seven of them.
Yes, but three are still at large.
Do you know who the
three missing men are, Judge?
A sailor, an engineer and the cook.
Could you vouch for those
three men, captain?
Yes...
- except for the cook.
- The cook? Why?
He was a replacement.
The regular one was
the victim of an accident
on the eve of our departure
from Puerto Lacoz.
- Serious?
- Yes. He?s dead.
So the new cook came to see me,
with excellent references.
- Could you describe him to me?
- Red hair, sturdy, blue eyes.
- Did the cook speak with an accent?
- Yes, indeed.
That?s it. The cook is the leader
of the gang, Judge.
He?s the Max I mentioned.
Captain, your cook was in charge
of the act of piracy.
But... but how?
That?s it: you?re wondering how your
cook stole 80.000 tons of oil from you,
without you noticing it.
Guard. Escort the defendant.
We now still have to learn, commissioner,
if your men arrived in time
- at the house in the dunes.
- This is strange.
What do you mean strange.
It?s quite clear on the contrary.
Thank you again doctor,
for your precious help.
I?ll remind you, Gentlemen,
that Max is preparing a new job.
About which you couldn?t
tell us anything, doctor.
Hello? Yes, speaking.
OK, thanks.
The house in the dunes
is now empty.
What's happened here?
The seals affixed by the Police
have been broken.
Max?s gang did a neat job of it.
We?ve clearly been outstripped.
Why did you want so much
to come here?
Look, Karine, I?m convinced...
- well I think the Police are making
a serious mistake. - About what?
The captain and crew of the
"Azay-le-Rideau" are surely innocent.
If I don?t step in, if I fail
in taking Max red-handed,
the captain and his forty men
will go to jail.
I must prevent
a miscarriage of justice.
Wait. Can you explain to me how
the sailors from the "Azay-le-Rideau"
- can be innocent?
- I?m convinced they were manipulated.
But the Police will never
admit that without proof.
How do you explain the mystery?
I?ve got a hunch about that, but I?ve
got only one way to check its validity:
being there when Max
launches his attack.
Where? You don?t know
the place nor even the country.
No, and that?s why we?re here.
In Eric?s place.
Because only here have I
a chance to find a trail.
Well, at least a clue.
And I must be right if Max?s gang
was here before us.
To find some damning evidence
about them?
- About their second job, yes.
- But what?
This. Eric hid it under the ice cubes,
they melted and here we are.
- What is it?
- A plane ticket.
It?s in Eric Saxe?s name.
Destination: Crespo.
- And where is Crespo?
- Colombia. Near Cartagena.
Cartagena is an oil trading port.
Of course. Here?s Max?s new job.
You must be right.
So you?re leaving for Crespo?
- Yes. And you?re coming with me.
- No? You?re taking me there?
Yes. I need a man. A real man.
A tough guy.
- And I?m all of those?
- I saw you at work.
- All right, I?m coming with you.
- Still wanting to avenge Eric?
Yes. And I have a number
of things to atone for.
But, tell me: how shall
we find Max?
It certainly won?t be easy.
But I think luck is with us
for once. Look.
- What is that number?
- Probably a connection.
42-12-50...
- Amigo!
- Alverio.
- Did you have a nice trip?
- Excellent.
- Que tal?
- Muy bien.
Karine Grey, Doctor Alverio.
Also from Worid Health Organization.
- Good morning, sir.
- Encantado, se?orita. Vamos al coche.
I thank you, Alverio.
I knew I could rely on you.
Don?t mention it. Friends must
help each other. Se?orita!
Alverio... 42-12-50. Would
you know this number?
Si. It?s a Cartagena number.
That?s all I can say.
What did I tell you, Karine?
- Another small favour, Alverio.
- OK.
Can you learn the address that goes
with this number and take us there?
Claro.
Hey, it?s my Chinese.
Come.
What?s up?
The gang are here,
kidnapping someone.
I think a car is following us.
Watch out!
Hey! The car is still following us.
- Who is it?
- I don?t know. Step on it!
They?re on our heels.
Ok, I?ll drop him. We?ll kill
two birds with one stone.
- He?s dead.
- Let?s go. Hurry.
Your attention please: put on your
seat belts, we?re about to take off.
- How is that?
- We?re taking a short cut.
No, stay here.
They didn?t kill that Colombian
for nothing.
What is this document, Alverio?
It?s a sailing booklet in the name of
someone named Garachi,
who?s a cook aboard
the tanker "Langeais".
Yes, that?s it!
They?ll certainly do the
"Azay-le Rideau" trick again.
I?ll bet you a million dollars that
Max is aboard the "Langeais",
hired as a cook to replace
the poor bloke they killed.
I?m here because I intend
to study the effects
of confinement on your crew
during the long trip.
Wouldn?t it be more interesting
aboard a submarine?
That will be the subject of
my next missi?n.
Come in.
Excuse me, Sir, the new chef is here.
Since it?s his first meal on board,
he comes to show you the menu personally.
All right.
Go on, chef. I?m all ears.
Indian poached eggs.
Crazy lobster in love.
Yum. That must be delicious.
Well, Mr. Van Ock?
What?s next?
Exotic salad. Raspberry souffl?.
That?s it, Sir.
- Chef.
- Yes.
I hope you?ll surpass yourself in order
to honour our guest, Dr. Justice.
Doctor, may I introduce you
to our new chef: Mr. Van Ock.
Mr. Van Ock, Thanks to you,
I?m in no danger of dying... of hunger.
Lunch is being served, Sir.
Well, doctor, with your leave,
we?ll go to the dining room.
My pleasure, captain. How long
will be the crossing, in your opinion?
- About 40 days.
- Oh, yes? That long?
Oh, you could find far better.
Tanker crews sometimes stay
on board for months at a time.
Like, for instance, when we
feed the pipe-line...
Oh, fantastic! Regal! Say, the new chef
surpassed himself, didn?t he? Yes, bravo!
Yes, you?ll compliment
the chef for me.
Here is the Crazy Lobster in Love.
We must have ventilation.
- And you must learn not to leave your
empty cans lying around. - Oh, yes.
It?s the best way of getting spotted.
I?m fed-up with the canned food,
and I?m fed-up with the cupboard.
There already was the trunk
when we got on board!
I?m suffering from claustrophobia.
And to think it?s going to be weeks.
Maybe they?ll act sooner
than was scheduled.
Come on, Karine, be patient.
Think of the poor blokes from
the "Azay-le-Rideau".
They too are in a cupboard
and they might stay in it.
Yes, of course. But, you, at least,
eat your fill.
- Was the lunch good, by the way?
- Max is so talented!
- Did he see you?
- That couldn?t be helped.
I thought he was going
to have a fit.
Don?t you think he?s going
to cancel the operation?
No, never. In fact, I feel that we
should start to have fun very soon.
You seldom have much fun with Max.
You should be on your guard
all the same: he?ll stop at nothing.
- Captain. Who shot this film?
- I did.
Mr. Van Ock. Did you come to
read me your next menu?
Is the movie over?
No but I noticed that you went
away, so I told myself that...
- You deduced that I was in
your cabin? - Exactly.
And why am I here, in your opinion?
Simply to have a small explanation.
- A+. Let?s have it.
- After you.
OK. So, if you?re here, it?s
because you want to know
- why I am here? Am I right?
- You are.
As for you, you?re not on this
tanker just to cook. Am I right?
- You are.
- Let?s push our line of reasoning.
A tanker means oil.
And oil means big money.
For instance the big money
on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
That little bitch, Karine,
told you that, didn?t she?
You guessed it. And she also told me
that you were preparing a new job.
90.000 tons of oil, now
on board the "Langeais".
A seven million dollars booty.
That?s more than three billion fr...
As you can see, my dear chap:
nothing serious.
- Won?t you tell on me?
- Strange, isn?t it?
No, because one plus one are two.
- And fifty plus fifty are one hundred.
- You can?t be serious?
- You want half of the cake?
- You may have the other one.
If you refuse, you won?t
have anything.
I?ll report you and you won?t even
get 1 dollar from the "Azay-le-Rideau".
You leave me no choice.
OK, you win.
You?ll get 50% of the job.
Will the Regent agree?
Oh? You?ve heard about the Regent?
- I know he?s the big boss.
- Always the girl, right?
- Well, I can deal with the Regent.
- Fine. Perfect.
Now, my dear associate, you don?t
have any reason to stay here.
OK.
By the way, I?d like to know how
you manage to pump the oil out.
And I?d like to know how you
managed to find me.
- You first.
- You?ll soon know my trick.
- You?ll be dazzled, sawbones.
- I?ve got a burning desire to know.
Don?t burn. You?d torch the ship.
And what with all that oil...
I heard it all, you know.
- Come on!
- Look.
I gave it a lot of thought. I should
get almost two billion francs.
- You?
- No, just kidding.
- It?s a trap I laid out for Max.
- Oh? So he?ll carry on with the job?
Of course. Any other way,
he might have cancelled it.
I must take him red-handed.
- And you think he?ll walk into the trap?
- Not for one moment.
- What about you: do you think he?ll
give me 50% of his oil? - So what?
So he?s sure to try and get rid of me
before he starts the operation.
And you say it just like that?
Yes, because I have a surprise
for our friend Max too.
- But...
- Patience.
One minute, soldiergirl.
First I?ll show you something.
- What is this gizmo?
- Small gadgets that will enrage Max.
- We are here, on the right of
the Spanish coast, right? - Yes.
Latitude: 43?30? North,
longitude 10? West. Is that it?
- Exactly, doctor.
- Well, doctor, always on the job?
Soon, I?ll know all about
taking bearings.
And this is such a huge ocean that
I feel less lost when I know where I am.
It sounds like a helicopter...
- Who are they? - They don?t look like
they are the Spanish police.
No, that is a private craft.
Everyone has their helicopter
nowadays, you know.
Just circle over the "Langeais".
Low enough so Max can spot us.
There it is: Max put the sail
in place. It?s the signal.
The operation is about to begin.
- Kid, get the meat out of the oven.
- Yes, Sir.
Here you are, Sir.
- You may go and take a shower.
- Thanks, Sir.
- Be ready on time to serve lunch.
Go, go. - All right, Sir.
Let?s see if all those gentlemen
had good digestion.
One.
Two.
Three.
Will you allow me, Captain?
Sorry, Sir.
Well, my little half.
My fifty percent.
You?re in a sad condition.
Come now.
We?ll take very special care
of you, doctor:
we can?t let you wake up
on the "Langeais".
My respects, Captain.
Do you know you have
a beautiful hostage face?
And hostages must be evacuated.
You?ll be real cozy, alone
in your small cabin.
Here you are, doctor.
Please be seated in this chair.
Just like at the dentist?s,
we?ll check your sensitivity
before extracting the oil.
Good, you really can?t feel anything.
And now, I?m sorry, but I have
an urgent rendezvous.
See you soon, doctor.
- Mr. Max.
- Will the others be at the rendezvous?
- Yes, Mr. Max.
- Good.
You go down to the engine room.
Go to the tanks and check
the lift. Go. Hurry.
You! Give them a hand.
Let?s go to the wheelhouse.
Head for our rallying point.
- How?s the crew of the "Langeais"?
- Great: Neck deep in a daze.
There was just a small glitch
but I dealt with it.
Here they are!
They?re here.
Bear right.
Slow down.
Come on, hurry up.
Start the pump now.
Well, it?s started. We?ll be
pumping for the next ten hours.
Is it true that the underwater tanks
were installed here by the
Germans during WWII?
Yes, in order to secretly
refuel their submarines.
- And who discovered the tanks?
- The Regent did.
- The Regent discovers everything.
- Everything?s OK, Mr. Max.
- Oh, Steve, bravo.
- Thank you.
Does your buyer from Tangier still come
in 48 hours to take away the oil?
- Yes, yes. He sent me
a wire to confirm. - Perfect.
Say, Steve, now that you replaced
Clark, isn?t your ego inflating?
- No. Still the same size.
- Good for you.
You saw what happened to people
who ask me for $500.000 more.
Yes, I saw, Mr. Max.
And it?s not a pretty sight.
Say, Mr. Max. Maybe we don?t have
to fill the tanks with salt water this time?
Of course we do, you idiot.
Like on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
Because should we leave them empty,
the waterline wouldn?t be the same
and the crew would be suspicious
immediately after they wake up.
This is a funny one.
And what about the others?
To think that they?ll remember
nothing when they wake up.
Like on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
A fantastic antidote, isn?t it?
I feel fit as a fiddle.
How did you know that Max
drugged the crews?
And for the antidote, you had
to know what drug he used?
I?ll explain everything when
I have enough time but not now.
Let?s get to the serious business.
Here: if we need it, this one
is for you. And this one for me.
- You?re positive you understood
how it works? - It?s child?s play.
- Perfect. Now may God help us.
- But what are you doing?
- Escaping.
- Are you crazy?
- No doubt about that.
- But...
Ciao. And don?t you dare
catch a cold.
Mayday, mayday, this is Dr. Justice
on board the "Langeais".
Call the Spanish Police.
The "Langeais", flying the
French flag, was attacked by pirates.
Approximate position: latitude
30?30? North, longitude 10? West.
Say, Steve. You should
send your buyer a message
in order to confirm that
everything is going OK
- and that you?ll meet him as scheduled.
- OK, Mr. Max.
Mayday, mayday. I repeat: the "Langeais"
was the victim of an act of piracy.
It?s approximate position is...
Max!
- This bloke is the Devil!
- The bastard was sending an SOS.
- Shit.
- What?s up?
We must go at once.
Stop pumping. Evacuate.
- Shall we finish him?
- No. He can still be useful as a hostage.
Because we?re not out of the
woods yet. Come on, come on.
Let?s take him with us.
Alarm! Alarm! Stop pumping.
We evacuate.
Alarm! Stop pumping. We evacuate.
- Mr. Max, Mr. Max!
- Go with the launch:
I?ll send you back the helicopter:
it will fly you to the airport in no time.
OK. See you at Headquarters.
- Here we are. This is the spot.
- Whose spot? The Regent?s?
I?ll keep it a surprise for now.
Fill her up then go back for
Steve and the others.
Take him to the Chapter room.
Beware: he?s very dangerous.
- Come and see. Hurry.
- Que pasa?
The chief of the pirates got away
in a helicopter and he took Dr Justice
who could keep radio contact with me.
And the light indicates
the position of the chopper?
- Yes. They stopped.
- No problema. We?ll locate them.
Dr Justice... Dr Justice...
Professor Orwall. Listen closely:
I was never fooled.
You always thought I was
professor Orwall, didn?t you?
- Admit it, doctor.
- No. No, you?re wrong.
- I admit you look a lot like...
- My brother?
Yes, your brother, as far as looks
are concerned, but not minds.
There were two of you, obviously.
You, the axe, the executioner,
- and he...
- The genius.
Let?s say the inventor.
Because in order to
invent the drug
that could neutralize the
whole tanker crew,
a real specialist was needed.
Can you imagine that I was curious
enough to examine your work, professor?
Which is how I discovered
that you?re one of the most respected
specialists of hallucinogens.
The conclusi?n was obvious:
you were the Regent.
You were really wrong to
discover that,
because you almost compromised the
huge body of work that I have started.
A work on which Man?s fate depends.
A considerable work.
I know how you fought me.
My brother Max told me about your
determination to undo both of us.
What about you? Weren?t you
determined to sacrifice
the crew of the "Azay-le-Rideau".
Forty innocent men.
I don?t give a damn about the
40 innocents on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
I?m interested in the fate
of our planet!
But you don?t know what
I have in store for you.
You?re going to disappear. You?ll die
without finding my secret out.
Go! Take this man to the collector
and drown him like a dog!
Vamos, vamos.
Excuse me, George,
I obeyed all your orders,
but I had to stumble on
the damn sawbones.
Can you forgive me, George?
Didn?t I always forgive you, Max?
When we were children, I forgave
your naughty behaviour.
You always did what you could.
That was barely enough, little Max.
- I don?t have your intelligence, George.
- Yes, I can see that.
- Go on. Go and see him die.
- Thank you, George. Thank you.
Here is what can be called
an historical place, doctor.
Here, my brother made the discovery
which is about to shake the worid.
- Oh? What discovery?
- I shouldn?t tell you but what the hell?
You?ll take our secret to your
grave, as they say.
So here it is:
professor Orwall?s discovery.
The Mega-Orwallus Mold.
It has extraordinary properties.
Injected in the body of
a male mammal,
it flawlessly sterilizes him.
- Including human beings?
- Especially them.
My brother?s great plan, since there
are too many people on Earth,
is to prevent some men
from breeding.
Very interesting. Thus the problem
of overpopulation will be solved?
We should have thought of that
during the Bruges Convention.
If I understood correctly,
professor Orwall intends to sterilize
part of Mankind thanks to... his mold.
Exactly. Go: I?ll follow you.
And how does professor Orwall
intend to sterilize the population?
By massively polluting the
drinking water sources,
but, of course, such a venture
demands a lot, a whole lot of money.
Oh, and that?s how you got
the idea of attacking tankers.
Floating billions that we only
had to pump out.
And all those billions would have
been used to impoverish Mankind.
Professor Orwall, your
despicable Regent, is a madman.
A dangerous madman,
like all theorists who dare to push
their fixation to absurd lengths.
Don?t speak ill of my brother!
I?ll shut your big mouth,
just wait and see. Venga!
Well, doctor?
Bye, sawbones. We?ll be back
when it?s too late.
All right, come. I can?t watch this.
I can?t stomach
a never ending death.
A good cigar, please.
- Pedro. Is the helicopter gone already?
- Si, professor.
It must be over now.
He won?t suffer anymore.
Come on. Take the body out.
I?m going to tell the sad news
to the Regent.
I?ve got the painful duty, brother,
to inform you of the respected
Dr Justice?s accidental death.
- Cruelly cut down in his prime.
- But he won all the same.
- What do you mean, George?
- The Police are coming.
- It... it can?t be.
- They?ll be here in a few minutes.
Here, help me. You know what
we have to do.
I don?t want my secret
to fall into their hands.
And don?t forget to give it
back to the lab.
- Are you Dr Justice?
- Yes.
- Are they dead?
- Cyanide.
Oh, Karine!
Oh, thank you, soldiergirl.
Excuse me, doctor, but I?ll need
your testimony.
Of course. Whenever you want.
Careful!
- It was booby-trapped.
- Watch out!
Are you all right, Karine?
Come, now.
Translation: Goupil66
August 2011
The stuff needs some salt.
Here?s salt, chef.
Say, chef, do you think there will be
enough mashed potatoes for lunch?
Of course. About ten of us are
leaving the ship later today.
I even have to hurry:
I?ve got a plane to catch.
We?ll miss you, chef.
Your chow was top notch.
True, chef. We were
getting used to you.
My replacement will replace me
very well. Goodbye.
Hey, quartermaster, will you come
with me and check on the oil?
Yeah, OK.
- Good morning, Sir.
- Good morning, Sir. How are you?
- We?re going to take samples then?
- OK.
We?re going on holidays either
to Martinique or Guadeloupe.
Either will be warmer than Antwerp,
that?s for sure.
- Goodbye, chef.
- Goodbye, quartermaster.
- And thanks for the chow.
- You?re welcome.
- How was the crossing?
- Fine. No problem.
Oh? Then why are you
24 hours late?
Who, us? Things like that
happen at sea.
- Sure, they do happen but...
- Mr. Giroux! - Yes.
Why, this is not possible.
Mr. Giroux...
- Will you please look at this!
- But... but this is not oil.
- This is water. Salt water.
- But that cannot be!
Are you sure this tank was filled
with oil in Puerto Lacoz?
Positive.
Just like the others.
- Mr. Giroux!
- Yes.
Tanks 6 and 7 are filled with water.
- All right, let?s check them all.
- I?ll tell the skipper.
- Hello? Hello, Sir?
- What? I?m on my way.
Come on, captain, you just have
to give us an explanation.
I can only repeat that...
I don?t understand.
You took 80.000 tons of oil on board
in Puerto Lacoz, didn?t you?
- We did.
- The oil was checked then, wasn?t it?
It was. Here are the quantity
and quality certificates.
And, during the crossing, those
80.000 tons of oil changed into salt water?
I utterly fail to understand.
Do you know how much that
cargo was worth, captain?
6 million dollars.
3 billion old francs.
You?ll have to excuse me but
I?m calling the board of directors.
And I?m calling the authorities. Please
do not leave your ship, captain,
and confine your whole crew
until the investigation begins.
- Hi, Sir!
- Hello, Mr. Max.
- Greetings, Mr. Max.
- Mr. Max, good morning.
Come on, Wang, take my things
up to my room
- and prepare a bath for me.
- Yes, Mr. Max.
Stop that contraption!
It pollutes silence.
Well, gentlemen, did everything
go well on your side?
- Ideally.
- No trouble?
- Fair weather! - What about the
rendezvous in Tangier?
The others took over.
What about you, Mr. Max?
Your arrival in Antwerp?
Perfect. One day late, as scheduled.
Oh, the look on their faces when
they found water instead of oil!
But I slipped away before
the show began.
- What an amazing job, don?t you think?
- Indeed, indeed,
this is what you get when you have
the brain of a genius, gentlemen.
I don?t mean myself but
our boss: the Regent!
Once again, I can see you
don?t believe in the Regent.
Well... we never saw him.
I?ll remind you of our
agreement, Gentlemen.
We know, Mr. Max: no one
must know the Regent.
Yes, we know. No one
will ever know the Regent.
Except me, of course.
Hey, Mr. Max: here?s Eric.
Ah! Glad to see you, Eric.
I couldn?t wait. Did Clark phone you?
Yes, he phoned me at home,
fifteen minutes ago.
What about the oil on the
"Azay-le-Rideau"?
It?s done. He sold it. The dollars will
come through the arranged channel.
What a trick, Gentlemen!
- The King?s trick!
- Checkmate!
Yes, but... there?s some
trouble with Clark.
- What?
- He?ll be here tomorrow.
- From London?
- Yes, by plane,
landing in Ostend at 10 pm, and
he wants to see you immediately.
- Did he... did he tell you why?
- He wants $500.000 more.
- What? - Or else he won?t participate
in your second venture.
Son of a bitch!
He dares to do this! To me!
No! Who does the Irishman
think he is?
Does he think he?s indispensable?
No one?s indispensable!
We?ll do the second venture
without him.
Nobody ever blackmailed me!
Or what I mailed back
was an obituary.
- An obituary for an Irishman!
- Amen.
Your attention please.
A bus is waiting in front
of the airport
for the doctors attending the
conference in Bruges. Thank you.
- Well? Is it done?
- Yes, but there was a glitch.
- What do you mean?
- Clark didn?t die immediately.
He had the time to talk
to a passenger.
What could he possibly tell him?
Clark didn?t know anything about
our organization. Not even our address.
But he knew about our next job.
And if he talked to the passenger...
Oh! Here he is.
Bruges Convention.
You have to learn who he is,
then we?ll deal with him.
Welcome to the Bruges Convention.
Let?s now talk about the Bruges
Convention, doctor. Its subject...
You mean the dangers
of overpopulation?
I?ve been given to think that you and your
colleagues don?t all agree on that point.
Yes, indeed. On one side, you?ve got
the pessimists who claim that the worid
is running towards its end
as it overpopulates
and, on the other side,
those who, like me.
- Trust in science.
- Yes,
because our planet is extremely generous,
our oceans are full of great wealth.
Yes, I understand. So, as a doctor,
you?re betting on life.
Yes, but on the condition..
that man agrees to help his
fellow man everywhere in the worid.
You are the epitome of that, doctor.
The documents I?m about
to show you,
are pictures of Dr Justice caring
for some Third Worid children.
A researcher, a general practitioner,
a respected member of
Worid Health Organization,
Dr Justice is exactly
the kind of generous doctor
who relentlessly flies to help
the deprived people on our Planet.
And now, doctor, we?ll leave you
to your training.
Good luck for the Bruges convention.
Cut.
Thank you for receiving us, Doctor.
Good luck.
Goodbye, sir, and see you soon.
Not bad, eh?
- Dr Justice! Dr Justice!
- Here.
- Good morning, Doctor.
- Good morning.
Pleased to meet you.
And I mean pleased.
- You?re gorgeous.
- I heard that line before.
- How?s the water?
- Wonderful. Do you want to enjoy it?
I don?t have enough time, doctor.
And neither do you.
Why? What?s up? Do you want
to sell me a robe?
No, I just came to tell you
that the bus
will be leaving in ten minutes
for the Convention.
So see you soon: I?ll be waiting
in front of the hotel.
Oh, wait a second.
May I know who you are?
Well... guess.
Greta Garbo?s daughter?
You know, the Divine?
Well, you win.
And my name is Karine.
And what is my gorgeous Divine
doing to earn a living?
- I guide convention members in Bruges.
- Oh, I see.
For one time, I?ll be the guide.
After the convention sessi?n, tonight,
I?ll take you out. OK?
Oh, sorry, doctor, but even
my evenings are extremely busy.
Too bad. This is bad news.
Look, Doctor, stop holding my leg
or you?ll miss your bus.
Shall I put my suit on, so you can
give me the brush?
You should. Definitely.
- Hey... What?s the matter with me?
- Nothing.
But, for a doctor, you too
look like a movie actor.
Oh? Just a comic book hero.
Oh, Divine. Are you going to
Provincial Palace? I missed the bus.
You didn?t: the bus
is in trouble. Look.
Oh, no. Three flat tires at the
same time? That?s a great shot.
One of your colleagues must have
enemies around here.
- What can we do for them?
- For your colleagues?
No, for the tires. Do you want me to give
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to them?
Better yet: I called a cab.
Taxi!
- Here?s yours, doctor.
- Ours, I hope.
No. Unfortunately, I?ve got
other things to do.
- You work too much. You?ll get ill.
- Well, you?ll cure me.
In that case, please hurry to get ill.
- I?ll join you there.
- Sweet words, at last.
No, they?re just interested.
I need a check-up.
- To Provincial Palace.
- Yes, madam.
Mind the little girl!
- What happened?
- A free for all.
- And you won?
- Two to zero.
- Bravo.
- Thank you.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we now
interrupt our "Omnisport" show
to give you an important newsflash.
A new development in the case
of the tanker "Azay-le-Rideau",
which is, it must be said, the greatest
piracy operation of the century.
The captain and part of the crew
were charged with being accessories.
The sailors who went off-board
before the con operation was discovered
are wanted by the Police.
- Oh, the poor people!
- That was fast.
- It was scheduled.
- I say, it?s mean!
Yes, it?s mean, but six million dollars
can dull a conscience.
- Don?t you think so, Eric?
- I don?t have a conscience anyway.
...an interview of Dr Benjamin Justice
who?s a participant in the
medical convention in Bruges.
Shut up! It?s our sawbones.
I?m glad to introduce you to
an exceptional doctor.
He doesn?t just tell his
patients to exercise,
he?s a sportsman himself.
Aren?t you, Doctor.
Well, yes.
Oh, he?s a sportsman all right.
...and I think you?re also
a great karate specialist?
Yes. Yes, indeed, I was lucky enough
to be taught by the great Yamuri,
a Japanese philosopher
and a great martial arts expert.
Shit! We stumbled on a samurai.
A philosopher, you say?
So there could be a connection
between philosophy and karate?
Yes, of course. Karate mostly means
disciplining your mind.
But karate means aggressi?n!
Violence!
No. Karate is the art
of defense, not attack.
Its practitioners can fight strength
with speed and agility.
And karate is also, I think,
a moral code.
Indeed. My master Yamuri
taught me real courage.
He said it was doing what is right.
Oh, here?s courage for you!
Let?s now talk about the
Bruges Convention, doctor. It?s subject...
You mean the dangers
of overpopulation?
You?re going to start all over again.
I want the sawbones,
do you hear me?
We could off him for you.
That would be simpler.
No, you idiot. I want the doctor alive.
In one piece. In working order.
But this time you?ll have to rack your
brains a little to trap the samurai.
- I?ll tell you something: I have a plan.
- Have you?
I?ll deal with your sawbones myself.
I?ll deliver him here tomorrow at noon.
That?s fine but, tell me Eric, you don?t
usually do that kind of work.
True. But since your little giris
are letting you down...
- Would you repeat that?
- Shut up! Go on.
Look, it?s easy: I?ve got two reliable
and level-headed friends,
and let me tell you that
your samurai won?t last long.
Yes, but I warn you again: alive.
Of course. In good health.
So? Is it yes?
Good. I?ll go now: I?ve got to
prepare the job.
It?s somewhat vicious, you know.
Goodbye, ladies.
Well, I just have to go and
inform the Regent.
Because the Regent is becoming
nervous. Boris, come with me.
So where does the Regent live?
Oh, you really thought you were
going to see the Regent, didn?t you?
No, no, my boy: you?ll follow Eric.
I like Eric, really,
but all the same... Eric!
In conclusi?n, I shall quote
Willy Brandt:
"Whether a man is killed in a war
or condemned to starvation
by general indifference is the same
from a moral point of view. "
Now I?ll hand you over to
Professor Orwall,
a biologist and associate
professor in Harvard.
Mr. President, ladies and gentlemen.
Nobody here can doubt
my faith in science.
In the year 2000, the population
on our planet will be 8 billion people,
twice as many as today.
Where shall we find enough food
for such a huge mass of human beings?
And should we not find enough
to feed them, how can we avert disaster.
A disaster which is not a far-fetched feat
of the imagination: it?s already begun.
There is in Calcutta a whole hospital
dedicated to starving children.
It is therefore urgent to put a stop
to the human race?s anarchic reproduction.
Mr. President. I wish to answer
Professor Orwall.
Sorry, sir, but this is the
end of the sessi?n.
You?ll have the floor tomorrow night.
Ladies and gentlemen, please let me
remind you that, tomorrow morning,
you?re invited to visit an aquaculture
center near the Dutch frontier.
Departure is scheduled at 8:30.
This sessi?n is now closed.
- Doctor.
- Oh! Excuse me...
- Good evening, Divine.
- Good evening, Doctor.
The radio says you?ve been
the victim of an assault?
- No. Nothing serious.
A short training sessi?n. - Oh, good.
So I?ll have the pleasure of seeing you
tomorrow in the aquaculture center?
No, unfortunately,
tomorrow morning at 9:00,
I have to go to the police station
about my... minor incident.
Oh... but, wait! I can fetch you
at the police station.
We?ll catch up with the
Convention bus in no time.
All right, I agree. I?m not one
for public transportation.
I?d rather have the intimacy
of your car.
- Good night, doctor.
- Good evening, Karine.
So you?re also a student,
if I understand correctly?
Yes. I study literature.
I can picture you, bent over Baudelaire,
smelling The Flowers of Evil.
Here, look. Little wild flowers:
not bad either.
- Maybe we could stop?
- What about our aquaculture?
Strangely enough, I feel more bucolic
than scientific-minded.
What about the future of Humanity?
I can see it in your eyes.
A wonderful future in a clear sky.
Well I can see a huge cloud.
You tricked me nicely.
The doll trick is very funny, but let me
remind you that you tried it already.
Oh, be a wiseguy, why don?t you?
I have nothing more left to do,
little wild flower.
- Here he is.
- Bravo, Karine, and thanks.
Come on, get out, this is your stop.
Eddie, Cuff him, then take him
to the shed.
And now, darling, the big game.
Hello, Max? This is Eric.
- I?ve got the parcel.
- Bravo.
It's Eric...
Will you bring him to me now?
No, Max. I put it in
a cool hiding place of mine.
Now, I?ll explain, Max. If you want
him, it will cost you $200.000.
Oh? Hey, guys, the kid
is fining me $200.000.
I?m not joking, Max.
Oh yes? Interesting. So you?re
living your own life?
Yes, I?m now self-employed.
Deal with it, Max.
So, what is your decisi?n about
the sawbones? Will you lay out the cash?
I?ll have to talk to the Regent first.
I need some time.
I?ll call you back in two hours.
But I?m warning you, Max:
Should you refuse to pay,
I?ll kill the doc. Ciao.
Wang! Call Boris for me.
The fool thinks he can trick
Daddy Max this way.
Hello?
- Excuse me: may I interrupt you?
- Yes. What?
What exactly are we waiting for?
None of your business.
I?d be so bold as to point out
that I?m personally involved.
You?ll be informed later.
Say, Eric, are you sure
you?ll get the money?
More than sure.
Fifteen minutes left.
I?ll call him back and he?ll ask politely
where he can give me the dollars.
- Why would he give them to you?
- Because he really needs him.
- But what does he want?
- Ask him a couple of questions.
At last, I may learn why everybody?s
so interested in me.
Eric!
Eric! Eric!
Hey, you! Come!
- Bastard! Bastard!
- Come on. This way!
- Doctor. Stop!
- No! Go away! Go away!
Thank you, doctor. Thank you
for coming to me.
I?m sure you?re going to accept
my hospitality.
Go. Go!
Playing little gangsters
is dangerous, isn?t it?
What the hell were you doing
with that gang?
I never was part of it.
I don?t even know them.
What I did was for Eric.
For him only.
Still it wasn?t exactly nice.
I know. I wasn?t fair to you.
But Eric wanted the money so much.
- What for?
- Precisely to change his life.
We were supposed to go
to Canada.
But he had no money
and he wanted a lot. Now.
Yes, of course. Same old song.
But that?s why Max killed him.
Just as he?s going to kill us both.
Because we know too much.
Come on, don?t bury us so soon.
Don?t tell me you?ve got hope?
Did you see where we are?
We can?t complain. Look: we have
a room, we?re fed, which is a major issue:
when you?re about to do battle, you must
be in great shape. Come on: eat, Karine.
- I?m not hungry. - Come on, hurry,
open your pretty beak.
Don?t you know sea air really
gives you an appetite?
Come on.
- I really like your bracelet.
- Eric gave it to me.
Oh, Eric gave it to you?
It could prove very useful.
- Why useful?
- Never mind.
Not quite enough Dry Martini.
Here.
Let?s give some toasted bread
to the nice little animal.
- What?s your dish called?
- Lobster in love.
- We, in China...
- You, in China, you shut up.
Now we?ll do another kind of cooking:
after true shellfish,
truth serum. Pentothal
- Wang, you, in china...
- OK, Mr. Max.
Well, doctor, how do you feel?
You look far better. It?s a happy sight.
Right. Let?s start the sessi?n.
Tell me if I?m wrong, doctor:
my friend Clark talked to you
at the airfield before he died.
Answer, doctor.
Did he talk to you?
Yes.
Did Clark tell you about
our next job, doctor?
The place? The port town? Answer,
Doctor, what did Clark tell you?
- They got me.
- Is that all?
- The bastards.
- Nothing more?
- And he died immediately after that?
- Yes.
Oh, the good chap. He took our
secret to his grave. How discreet.
- I?ll have a mass celebrated for him.
- The other one, now.
You?re sad, honey, aren?t you?
I liked Eric too.
But why did the little arsehole
do that to me?
The ridiculous blackmail.
Well... he paid, didn?t he?
Now, little girl, you?re going
to tell me what you know.
Your friend Eric told you that
we were responsible
for the "Azay-le-Rideau"
caper, didn?t he?
- Yes.
- Damn. And did you tell anyone?
- No.
- Fine.
And what about my new job?
Did Eric tell you about it?
Didn?t he tell you that he was
supposed to go abroad again with us?
- He did.
- Oh.
- And did he tell you to what country?
- No.
- Did he talk about a boat?
- No.
Oh, this is it: the light is green,
the way is clear.
Gentlemen, our secret
hasn?t been revealed.
Well, just slightly.
And a Martini, yeah.
- So, are we packing? - Yes sir.
And in full campaign gear, please.
Say, Mr. Max, the two lovebirds down there...
maybe we should shoot them now.
- Wouldn?t it be the sensible thing to do?
- We?ll liquidate them when we leave.
Until then, they?ll be excellent hostages.
- You never know what can happen.
- What if they escaped?
- From here?
- Yes.
Well, let?s imagine they do.
They would talk.
Of what? Our next job?
Of course. You just mentioned it
while you interrogated them.
No, no, the drug leaves no memory.
This is progress in medicine.
Crazy lobster in love,
a specialty of the chef.
Enjoy your meal, gentlemen.
I, unfortunately, must leave.
You really must be in a hurry,
Mr. Max.
I must go and reassure the Regent.
- Will you be back tonight, Mr. Max?
- No. Tomorrow morning.
Excellent. The beast really
is in love, Mr. Max.
- It?s better than a woman.
- You know, we, in China...
- You, in China...
- I know, Mr. Max.
See you tomorrow, gentlemen.
Dr Justice has the floor.
Dr Justice?
I think he?s missing, Mr. President.
Dr Justice boasted that he could
refute my theory.
He must have thought it
more sensible to shut up.
- What are you doing?
- Shh. Leave it to me.
Open.
- Oh! Might I... er...
- Untie him.
You may go to bed, I?m relieving you.
You?ll call me.
You may come.
- How did you do that?
- Shhh.
Watch out!
Look! This is what we need.
Quick.
There!
Put this on, it?s dangerous.
Slip in there.
Shit.
It?s nothing serious.
The bullet just grazed you.
It?s superficial.
- You?re a strange man.
- Why?
I was awful with you. You could
have told the Police about me.
Instead, you look after me.
A doctor?s duty is to cure, kid,
not to avenge himself.
What about the others? The gang?
Are you going to let them be?
Now that?s different. I?m no more
a doctor, it?s a man?s business.
- Look, I?ll tell you everything.
- Tell me what?
- Everything I know.
- You want to avenge Eric, don?t you?
Yes. Because I?m not like you:
I do avenge myself.
So I?m telling it all to you.
Max is responsible for the
"Azay-le-Rideau" job. You know: oil.
I?m not surprised.
But do you know that the leader of
the gang is someone called the Regent?
Oh? And who?s the Regent?
No one knows that.
No one ever saw him.
For that very reason, Eric thought
the Regent was Max himself.
What? You mean that Max
could live a double life?
Yes, that?s what Eric said.
Max would in fact be an
extremely important figure.
- I see.
- And I know something else.
- Oh yes? What?
- Max is preparing another job.
- Oh? And do you know what it is?
- No. Eric gave me no detail.
You?ll wait for me here. I?ve got
something important to do.
I?ll take the opportunity
to rest for a while.
That?s the best thing you can do.
See you later.
- Please, sir.
- Yes.
Would you call the Central
Police Station for me please?
- At once, Doctor.
- Thank you so much.
I must say I have a hard time
stomaching those kind of scientists.
You?ll see that, soon, they will prove
that Earth is square.
- Don?t laugh, Gentlemen. It?s true.
- Good morning.
Oh, long time no see.
You did a bad thing, Sir.
You promised you?d answer me during
the Convention and you didn?t come.
I was slightly delayed.
Please excuse me.
I deeply regretted it.
And I felt frustrated.
Shall I buy you lunch?
I?d really like to
cross swords with you.
That might be careless.
I could wound you.
Doctor. The commissioner
is on the phone for you.
Oh, thank you.
Sorry to decline your invitation
but, as you can see, I?m being called
about that slight delay, precisely.
I?ve got a few explanations to make.
It seems that you always escape me.
We?ll meet again, professor.
Hello?
Now that is extremely
important, doctor.
All right, we must
go and see the judge
who?s in charge of the
"Azay-le-Rideau" case. Now.
Your defense is absurd, captain.
The act of piracy could only succeed
with your involvement, and your men?s.
I?m innocent, and so are my men.
Well, doctor, ask the defendant
your questions.
Maybe they?ll refresh his memory.
Let me give you a few names, captain.
Maybe one of them will ring a bell.
A man named Max...
the Regent.
- Eric.
- Now, this is absurd.
Those names don?t ring any bell.
You won?t get anything out of me:
I don?t know anything.
I was framed, doctor.
That I know for a fact.
Now if you really want to find
complicity on board,
there might be the fact that,
when we arrived in Antwerp,
about ten crewmen left the ship
for other assignments.
Yes, we know that.
We found seven of them.
Yes, but three are still at large.
Do you know who the
three missing men are, Judge?
A sailor, an engineer and the cook.
Could you vouch for those
three men, captain?
Yes...
- except for the cook.
- The cook? Why?
He was a replacement.
The regular one was
the victim of an accident
on the eve of our departure
from Puerto Lacoz.
- Serious?
- Yes. He?s dead.
So the new cook came to see me,
with excellent references.
- Could you describe him to me?
- Red hair, sturdy, blue eyes.
- Did the cook speak with an accent?
- Yes, indeed.
That?s it. The cook is the leader
of the gang, Judge.
He?s the Max I mentioned.
Captain, your cook was in charge
of the act of piracy.
But... but how?
That?s it: you?re wondering how your
cook stole 80.000 tons of oil from you,
without you noticing it.
Guard. Escort the defendant.
We now still have to learn, commissioner,
if your men arrived in time
- at the house in the dunes.
- This is strange.
What do you mean strange.
It?s quite clear on the contrary.
Thank you again doctor,
for your precious help.
I?ll remind you, Gentlemen,
that Max is preparing a new job.
About which you couldn?t
tell us anything, doctor.
Hello? Yes, speaking.
OK, thanks.
The house in the dunes
is now empty.
What's happened here?
The seals affixed by the Police
have been broken.
Max?s gang did a neat job of it.
We?ve clearly been outstripped.
Why did you want so much
to come here?
Look, Karine, I?m convinced...
- well I think the Police are making
a serious mistake. - About what?
The captain and crew of the
"Azay-le-Rideau" are surely innocent.
If I don?t step in, if I fail
in taking Max red-handed,
the captain and his forty men
will go to jail.
I must prevent
a miscarriage of justice.
Wait. Can you explain to me how
the sailors from the "Azay-le-Rideau"
- can be innocent?
- I?m convinced they were manipulated.
But the Police will never
admit that without proof.
How do you explain the mystery?
I?ve got a hunch about that, but I?ve
got only one way to check its validity:
being there when Max
launches his attack.
Where? You don?t know
the place nor even the country.
No, and that?s why we?re here.
In Eric?s place.
Because only here have I
a chance to find a trail.
Well, at least a clue.
And I must be right if Max?s gang
was here before us.
To find some damning evidence
about them?
- About their second job, yes.
- But what?
This. Eric hid it under the ice cubes,
they melted and here we are.
- What is it?
- A plane ticket.
It?s in Eric Saxe?s name.
Destination: Crespo.
- And where is Crespo?
- Colombia. Near Cartagena.
Cartagena is an oil trading port.
Of course. Here?s Max?s new job.
You must be right.
So you?re leaving for Crespo?
- Yes. And you?re coming with me.
- No? You?re taking me there?
Yes. I need a man. A real man.
A tough guy.
- And I?m all of those?
- I saw you at work.
- All right, I?m coming with you.
- Still wanting to avenge Eric?
Yes. And I have a number
of things to atone for.
But, tell me: how shall
we find Max?
It certainly won?t be easy.
But I think luck is with us
for once. Look.
- What is that number?
- Probably a connection.
42-12-50...
- Amigo!
- Alverio.
- Did you have a nice trip?
- Excellent.
- Que tal?
- Muy bien.
Karine Grey, Doctor Alverio.
Also from Worid Health Organization.
- Good morning, sir.
- Encantado, se?orita. Vamos al coche.
I thank you, Alverio.
I knew I could rely on you.
Don?t mention it. Friends must
help each other. Se?orita!
Alverio... 42-12-50. Would
you know this number?
Si. It?s a Cartagena number.
That?s all I can say.
What did I tell you, Karine?
- Another small favour, Alverio.
- OK.
Can you learn the address that goes
with this number and take us there?
Claro.
Hey, it?s my Chinese.
Come.
What?s up?
The gang are here,
kidnapping someone.
I think a car is following us.
Watch out!
Hey! The car is still following us.
- Who is it?
- I don?t know. Step on it!
They?re on our heels.
Ok, I?ll drop him. We?ll kill
two birds with one stone.
- He?s dead.
- Let?s go. Hurry.
Your attention please: put on your
seat belts, we?re about to take off.
- How is that?
- We?re taking a short cut.
No, stay here.
They didn?t kill that Colombian
for nothing.
What is this document, Alverio?
It?s a sailing booklet in the name of
someone named Garachi,
who?s a cook aboard
the tanker "Langeais".
Yes, that?s it!
They?ll certainly do the
"Azay-le Rideau" trick again.
I?ll bet you a million dollars that
Max is aboard the "Langeais",
hired as a cook to replace
the poor bloke they killed.
I?m here because I intend
to study the effects
of confinement on your crew
during the long trip.
Wouldn?t it be more interesting
aboard a submarine?
That will be the subject of
my next missi?n.
Come in.
Excuse me, Sir, the new chef is here.
Since it?s his first meal on board,
he comes to show you the menu personally.
All right.
Go on, chef. I?m all ears.
Indian poached eggs.
Crazy lobster in love.
Yum. That must be delicious.
Well, Mr. Van Ock?
What?s next?
Exotic salad. Raspberry souffl?.
That?s it, Sir.
- Chef.
- Yes.
I hope you?ll surpass yourself in order
to honour our guest, Dr. Justice.
Doctor, may I introduce you
to our new chef: Mr. Van Ock.
Mr. Van Ock, Thanks to you,
I?m in no danger of dying... of hunger.
Lunch is being served, Sir.
Well, doctor, with your leave,
we?ll go to the dining room.
My pleasure, captain. How long
will be the crossing, in your opinion?
- About 40 days.
- Oh, yes? That long?
Oh, you could find far better.
Tanker crews sometimes stay
on board for months at a time.
Like, for instance, when we
feed the pipe-line...
Oh, fantastic! Regal! Say, the new chef
surpassed himself, didn?t he? Yes, bravo!
Yes, you?ll compliment
the chef for me.
Here is the Crazy Lobster in Love.
We must have ventilation.
- And you must learn not to leave your
empty cans lying around. - Oh, yes.
It?s the best way of getting spotted.
I?m fed-up with the canned food,
and I?m fed-up with the cupboard.
There already was the trunk
when we got on board!
I?m suffering from claustrophobia.
And to think it?s going to be weeks.
Maybe they?ll act sooner
than was scheduled.
Come on, Karine, be patient.
Think of the poor blokes from
the "Azay-le-Rideau".
They too are in a cupboard
and they might stay in it.
Yes, of course. But, you, at least,
eat your fill.
- Was the lunch good, by the way?
- Max is so talented!
- Did he see you?
- That couldn?t be helped.
I thought he was going
to have a fit.
Don?t you think he?s going
to cancel the operation?
No, never. In fact, I feel that we
should start to have fun very soon.
You seldom have much fun with Max.
You should be on your guard
all the same: he?ll stop at nothing.
- Captain. Who shot this film?
- I did.
Mr. Van Ock. Did you come to
read me your next menu?
Is the movie over?
No but I noticed that you went
away, so I told myself that...
- You deduced that I was in
your cabin? - Exactly.
And why am I here, in your opinion?
Simply to have a small explanation.
- A+. Let?s have it.
- After you.
OK. So, if you?re here, it?s
because you want to know
- why I am here? Am I right?
- You are.
As for you, you?re not on this
tanker just to cook. Am I right?
- You are.
- Let?s push our line of reasoning.
A tanker means oil.
And oil means big money.
For instance the big money
on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
That little bitch, Karine,
told you that, didn?t she?
You guessed it. And she also told me
that you were preparing a new job.
90.000 tons of oil, now
on board the "Langeais".
A seven million dollars booty.
That?s more than three billion fr...
As you can see, my dear chap:
nothing serious.
- Won?t you tell on me?
- Strange, isn?t it?
No, because one plus one are two.
- And fifty plus fifty are one hundred.
- You can?t be serious?
- You want half of the cake?
- You may have the other one.
If you refuse, you won?t
have anything.
I?ll report you and you won?t even
get 1 dollar from the "Azay-le-Rideau".
You leave me no choice.
OK, you win.
You?ll get 50% of the job.
Will the Regent agree?
Oh? You?ve heard about the Regent?
- I know he?s the big boss.
- Always the girl, right?
- Well, I can deal with the Regent.
- Fine. Perfect.
Now, my dear associate, you don?t
have any reason to stay here.
OK.
By the way, I?d like to know how
you manage to pump the oil out.
And I?d like to know how you
managed to find me.
- You first.
- You?ll soon know my trick.
- You?ll be dazzled, sawbones.
- I?ve got a burning desire to know.
Don?t burn. You?d torch the ship.
And what with all that oil...
I heard it all, you know.
- Come on!
- Look.
I gave it a lot of thought. I should
get almost two billion francs.
- You?
- No, just kidding.
- It?s a trap I laid out for Max.
- Oh? So he?ll carry on with the job?
Of course. Any other way,
he might have cancelled it.
I must take him red-handed.
- And you think he?ll walk into the trap?
- Not for one moment.
- What about you: do you think he?ll
give me 50% of his oil? - So what?
So he?s sure to try and get rid of me
before he starts the operation.
And you say it just like that?
Yes, because I have a surprise
for our friend Max too.
- But...
- Patience.
One minute, soldiergirl.
First I?ll show you something.
- What is this gizmo?
- Small gadgets that will enrage Max.
- We are here, on the right of
the Spanish coast, right? - Yes.
Latitude: 43?30? North,
longitude 10? West. Is that it?
- Exactly, doctor.
- Well, doctor, always on the job?
Soon, I?ll know all about
taking bearings.
And this is such a huge ocean that
I feel less lost when I know where I am.
It sounds like a helicopter...
- Who are they? - They don?t look like
they are the Spanish police.
No, that is a private craft.
Everyone has their helicopter
nowadays, you know.
Just circle over the "Langeais".
Low enough so Max can spot us.
There it is: Max put the sail
in place. It?s the signal.
The operation is about to begin.
- Kid, get the meat out of the oven.
- Yes, Sir.
Here you are, Sir.
- You may go and take a shower.
- Thanks, Sir.
- Be ready on time to serve lunch.
Go, go. - All right, Sir.
Let?s see if all those gentlemen
had good digestion.
One.
Two.
Three.
Will you allow me, Captain?
Sorry, Sir.
Well, my little half.
My fifty percent.
You?re in a sad condition.
Come now.
We?ll take very special care
of you, doctor:
we can?t let you wake up
on the "Langeais".
My respects, Captain.
Do you know you have
a beautiful hostage face?
And hostages must be evacuated.
You?ll be real cozy, alone
in your small cabin.
Here you are, doctor.
Please be seated in this chair.
Just like at the dentist?s,
we?ll check your sensitivity
before extracting the oil.
Good, you really can?t feel anything.
And now, I?m sorry, but I have
an urgent rendezvous.
See you soon, doctor.
- Mr. Max.
- Will the others be at the rendezvous?
- Yes, Mr. Max.
- Good.
You go down to the engine room.
Go to the tanks and check
the lift. Go. Hurry.
You! Give them a hand.
Let?s go to the wheelhouse.
Head for our rallying point.
- How?s the crew of the "Langeais"?
- Great: Neck deep in a daze.
There was just a small glitch
but I dealt with it.
Here they are!
They?re here.
Bear right.
Slow down.
Come on, hurry up.
Start the pump now.
Well, it?s started. We?ll be
pumping for the next ten hours.
Is it true that the underwater tanks
were installed here by the
Germans during WWII?
Yes, in order to secretly
refuel their submarines.
- And who discovered the tanks?
- The Regent did.
- The Regent discovers everything.
- Everything?s OK, Mr. Max.
- Oh, Steve, bravo.
- Thank you.
Does your buyer from Tangier still come
in 48 hours to take away the oil?
- Yes, yes. He sent me
a wire to confirm. - Perfect.
Say, Steve, now that you replaced
Clark, isn?t your ego inflating?
- No. Still the same size.
- Good for you.
You saw what happened to people
who ask me for $500.000 more.
Yes, I saw, Mr. Max.
And it?s not a pretty sight.
Say, Mr. Max. Maybe we don?t have
to fill the tanks with salt water this time?
Of course we do, you idiot.
Like on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
Because should we leave them empty,
the waterline wouldn?t be the same
and the crew would be suspicious
immediately after they wake up.
This is a funny one.
And what about the others?
To think that they?ll remember
nothing when they wake up.
Like on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
A fantastic antidote, isn?t it?
I feel fit as a fiddle.
How did you know that Max
drugged the crews?
And for the antidote, you had
to know what drug he used?
I?ll explain everything when
I have enough time but not now.
Let?s get to the serious business.
Here: if we need it, this one
is for you. And this one for me.
- You?re positive you understood
how it works? - It?s child?s play.
- Perfect. Now may God help us.
- But what are you doing?
- Escaping.
- Are you crazy?
- No doubt about that.
- But...
Ciao. And don?t you dare
catch a cold.
Mayday, mayday, this is Dr. Justice
on board the "Langeais".
Call the Spanish Police.
The "Langeais", flying the
French flag, was attacked by pirates.
Approximate position: latitude
30?30? North, longitude 10? West.
Say, Steve. You should
send your buyer a message
in order to confirm that
everything is going OK
- and that you?ll meet him as scheduled.
- OK, Mr. Max.
Mayday, mayday. I repeat: the "Langeais"
was the victim of an act of piracy.
It?s approximate position is...
Max!
- This bloke is the Devil!
- The bastard was sending an SOS.
- Shit.
- What?s up?
We must go at once.
Stop pumping. Evacuate.
- Shall we finish him?
- No. He can still be useful as a hostage.
Because we?re not out of the
woods yet. Come on, come on.
Let?s take him with us.
Alarm! Alarm! Stop pumping.
We evacuate.
Alarm! Stop pumping. We evacuate.
- Mr. Max, Mr. Max!
- Go with the launch:
I?ll send you back the helicopter:
it will fly you to the airport in no time.
OK. See you at Headquarters.
- Here we are. This is the spot.
- Whose spot? The Regent?s?
I?ll keep it a surprise for now.
Fill her up then go back for
Steve and the others.
Take him to the Chapter room.
Beware: he?s very dangerous.
- Come and see. Hurry.
- Que pasa?
The chief of the pirates got away
in a helicopter and he took Dr Justice
who could keep radio contact with me.
And the light indicates
the position of the chopper?
- Yes. They stopped.
- No problema. We?ll locate them.
Dr Justice... Dr Justice...
Professor Orwall. Listen closely:
I was never fooled.
You always thought I was
professor Orwall, didn?t you?
- Admit it, doctor.
- No. No, you?re wrong.
- I admit you look a lot like...
- My brother?
Yes, your brother, as far as looks
are concerned, but not minds.
There were two of you, obviously.
You, the axe, the executioner,
- and he...
- The genius.
Let?s say the inventor.
Because in order to
invent the drug
that could neutralize the
whole tanker crew,
a real specialist was needed.
Can you imagine that I was curious
enough to examine your work, professor?
Which is how I discovered
that you?re one of the most respected
specialists of hallucinogens.
The conclusi?n was obvious:
you were the Regent.
You were really wrong to
discover that,
because you almost compromised the
huge body of work that I have started.
A work on which Man?s fate depends.
A considerable work.
I know how you fought me.
My brother Max told me about your
determination to undo both of us.
What about you? Weren?t you
determined to sacrifice
the crew of the "Azay-le-Rideau".
Forty innocent men.
I don?t give a damn about the
40 innocents on the "Azay-le-Rideau".
I?m interested in the fate
of our planet!
But you don?t know what
I have in store for you.
You?re going to disappear. You?ll die
without finding my secret out.
Go! Take this man to the collector
and drown him like a dog!
Vamos, vamos.
Excuse me, George,
I obeyed all your orders,
but I had to stumble on
the damn sawbones.
Can you forgive me, George?
Didn?t I always forgive you, Max?
When we were children, I forgave
your naughty behaviour.
You always did what you could.
That was barely enough, little Max.
- I don?t have your intelligence, George.
- Yes, I can see that.
- Go on. Go and see him die.
- Thank you, George. Thank you.
Here is what can be called
an historical place, doctor.
Here, my brother made the discovery
which is about to shake the worid.
- Oh? What discovery?
- I shouldn?t tell you but what the hell?
You?ll take our secret to your
grave, as they say.
So here it is:
professor Orwall?s discovery.
The Mega-Orwallus Mold.
It has extraordinary properties.
Injected in the body of
a male mammal,
it flawlessly sterilizes him.
- Including human beings?
- Especially them.
My brother?s great plan, since there
are too many people on Earth,
is to prevent some men
from breeding.
Very interesting. Thus the problem
of overpopulation will be solved?
We should have thought of that
during the Bruges Convention.
If I understood correctly,
professor Orwall intends to sterilize
part of Mankind thanks to... his mold.
Exactly. Go: I?ll follow you.
And how does professor Orwall
intend to sterilize the population?
By massively polluting the
drinking water sources,
but, of course, such a venture
demands a lot, a whole lot of money.
Oh, and that?s how you got
the idea of attacking tankers.
Floating billions that we only
had to pump out.
And all those billions would have
been used to impoverish Mankind.
Professor Orwall, your
despicable Regent, is a madman.
A dangerous madman,
like all theorists who dare to push
their fixation to absurd lengths.
Don?t speak ill of my brother!
I?ll shut your big mouth,
just wait and see. Venga!
Well, doctor?
Bye, sawbones. We?ll be back
when it?s too late.
All right, come. I can?t watch this.
I can?t stomach
a never ending death.
A good cigar, please.
- Pedro. Is the helicopter gone already?
- Si, professor.
It must be over now.
He won?t suffer anymore.
Come on. Take the body out.
I?m going to tell the sad news
to the Regent.
I?ve got the painful duty, brother,
to inform you of the respected
Dr Justice?s accidental death.
- Cruelly cut down in his prime.
- But he won all the same.
- What do you mean, George?
- The Police are coming.
- It... it can?t be.
- They?ll be here in a few minutes.
Here, help me. You know what
we have to do.
I don?t want my secret
to fall into their hands.
And don?t forget to give it
back to the lab.
- Are you Dr Justice?
- Yes.
- Are they dead?
- Cyanide.
Oh, Karine!
Oh, thank you, soldiergirl.
Excuse me, doctor, but I?ll need
your testimony.
Of course. Whenever you want.
Careful!
- It was booby-trapped.
- Watch out!
Are you all right, Karine?
Come, now.
Translation: Goupil66
August 2011