Wait for me!
That day
You?
A charming leaf.
She's not young anymore.
She looks up at me fondly.
She's my sister.
Switzerland, the near future
- Laughing at another's misfortune?
- Not at all.
I laugh because...
tomorrow is the best day of my life.
Really? How do you know?
Scientific proof!
It's done. All the data fits.
The data?
The Runes have spoken.
Tomorrow is the best day of my life.
- What Runes?
- Actually, the most important day.
That's not the same.
Really not the same.
You're right... I'll write that down.
Not the same. Not the same at all.
- So the Runes spoke?
- Yes.
Three times in a row. Very important.
Three times, the same thing.
And not just the runes.
I'm not that naive.
Other indications are needed.
The l-Ching said exactly the same thing.
And the Tarot and the Aztec Astrology.
But you already know that
since you're an angel.
Me? Does it show?
Of course.
Careful of the mud!
Water! Water!
Pointpoirot!
Picnic's over. Time to go home!
Come on, hurry up!
Wait for me!
Wait!
I hate crossing the San Michele insane.
Why speak of the insane?
I beg your pardon.
You said insane.
Yes, those insane men on bicycles.
So?
I don't understand. Explain...
are you ok? Feeling alright?
I feel just fine.
Wait.
You're an angel!
You're an angel... first, my sister.
Where is she?
Here she is!
I guess I should explain.
No, that's ok... have a nice day.
Come here, I can explain.
Come here. I'll show you something.
Come here!
See?
- Isn't that unfair?
- Yes.
Go on. Touch it.
Not like that. With your mouth.
Treffle! It's Treffle!
Sunday, December 27. 12:30
Tomorrow's the best day of her life?
Don't laugh, Roland...
the runes said so.
- I saw it with my own eyes.
- And the l-ching and tarot!
Lunch is served in 5 minutes.
Is it interesting?
What?
Stop it, Luc.
Just kidding.
I hope so.
No arguing. He wouldn't like that.
But it's not even 12:45.
In fact, that's our dear Harald...
he's on time or doesn't show at all.
Could something serious have come up?
Yes, yes...
Finally.
You said it... come inside.
Little duck!
The wing is named bride.
The thigh is named vagabond.
The other wing...
Livia!
He's man in velvet...
the neck is tightrope walker.
Stop that, will you!
Now, Bernadette...
You upset Livia. You hurt her.
Livia is an adult. She's aware.
Livia is a poet. She dreams.
Indeed!
She took her time learning to read.
Remember, Livia?
D... o... do...
what's next?
Do... or...
That spells?
Door.
Three years to learn to read!
So what, Bernadette?
Maybe she didn't want to learn with you.
Your method was archaic.
No arguing.
Where did that horse come from?
Bernadette, please don't start!
It's your fault, Roland.
What's wrong with her?
She's thinking about the accident.
It's an obsession.
Bernadette, I'm sorry.
Hubus doesn't feel well.
Neither do i.
Don't always copy your friend Hubus.
This mimicry is unbearable.
My friend? What an idea!
We hardly know each other.
It's him!
Yes, dear, we're all here.
He sends you his best.
He can't come, he's on a plane.
We're all thinking of you, dear.
Happy birthday!
Feel better, Hubus?
Much better.
I love your name.
Why? You think it's funny?
Not at all.
It sounds like it comes
from your eyeball.
From my eyeball?
That doesn't make sense.
From your eyeball.
From my eyeball?
Let's see... eye-ball...
I... ball...
Time for Laure Magloire.
Oh, God!
- Stay seated.
- You know I can't!
What's wrong with her?
The Laure Magloire show.
Her favorite television program.
She can't miss it.
Stay for me, Livia.
I can't, Roland.
I promise to visit more often.
Please, Roland...
- Still love me?
- Of course.
Love me?
Yes.
- Love me?
- Yes.
- Love you, too. Can I?
- Stop!
Stop it! You're tickling me!
What did the doctor say?
Normal.
- Said she was normal.
- He did not.
He said locking her up wasn't necessary.
Monday, December 28. 7:00 am
So?
Nothing.
Today's the big day.
I can't believe it.
It's true.
The hour has come.
God decides.
I don't feel ready today.
That's a pity.
Don't worry. I'll still go.
Still.
It's what God wants.
You said it.
How will I get out?
Everyone's asleep. The doors are open.
Well, if it's what God wants.
Hey!
I forgot it again.
It can't be.
Oh Lord, I'm unforgivable!
Maybe I can be of help?
I'm going on a long trip.
- Forgot your medicine?
- No, no.
Yes, I'm a diabetic.
I don't have my blood sugar meter.
Lost your head, I see. I'll fix you up.
I lost my head.
That's it. Lost my head...
Yes, that's it.
Precise, fast, reliable.
Goodbye, Livia.
- Have fun.
- Thanks, Luc.
- Above all, be happy.
- I already am.
See you next week, Livia!
The Merge of Moriendi, Sound Star
and Salsox is expected today.
The new multinational will be taken over
by Faxig, Carpax,
Rondo Moraese Libertas.
Salsox already owns 51% of Rib and Rem.
R&R controls 61% of Afghan oil.
Also the drinking water
of Brazil, Bolivia and Patagonia.
Psychopath Emil Pointpoirot
escaped this morning from San Michele.
He was last seen at St. Georges pharmacy.
Police are thoroughly investigating.
This morning's expected temperature
is a low of 1°and a high of 4° by noon.
Morning, Vogel.
Morning, chief.
- Is Ritter in?
- Yes.
He was early. He was in when I arrived.
What are you doing?
Cleaning the stamps.
Got a cramp?
A cramp.
- Morning, Ritter.
- Morning, chief.
Bottom line, all the doors were open.
Yes, chief.
Surprising.
And only Pointpoirot escaped?
Yes.
Equally surprising.
That merits reflection.
Yes, chief. I already started.
Well, let's go.
Cramp?
Cramp.
I have an idea.
Good.
You'll be surprised.
It better be good.
It is, chief.
What is it?
Do nothing.
What?
Do nothing, chief.
That's no idea, Ritter. That's reality.
We can't do anything.
With Mister Harald around,
absolutely nothing can be done.
We'll just have to pretend.
No, chief.
We pretend to do nothing.
Everyone should believe
we want to do nothing at all.
But on the contrary,
we work underhandedly in the shadows.
That's not your style.
It's from my seminary years.
Do nothing...
what does that mean to you?
First, we don't visit the asylum.
We don't ask them questions.
We act like there was no escape.
Interesting.
- But Pointpoirot is dangerous.
- I know.
Cramp?
Cramp.
What do you think of Mister Harald?
He also acts like he does nothing.
What do you think he's hiding?
That he's ruined.
All washed up.
But he admits that.
He announced it last sunday
at the Veterans' Annual Lunch.
And who believed it? No one.
True.
That's what he wanted.
Chief...
The asylum called. They're waiting.
Call them.
Tell them we're not going.
What?
No. We're much too busy.
I said you were having coffee.
That's right.
Then we'll play billiards.
And then we have to read newspapers.
So you'll go after reading?
No, man.
- After, it will be lunch time.
- True.
Funny how time flies.
That's it. Tell them time flies.
"Escapee" in 11 letters?
Pointpoirot.
Thanks.
Daddy!
I'm so happy to hear you. So happy.
Are you coming?
Come, because today is a special day.
That's what I hear.
The runes, daddy!
And tarot, I know.
You know everything.
Have they left?
Yes, they left.
Daddy, come to me like before.
Remember?
We don't talk about that anymore.
I miss you.
Me, too. Goodbye.
The heiress is happy.
Today's the best day of her life.
Poor thing.
Luc!
Yes, father?
Does she know?
- About what?
- Her inheritance.
- No.
- She's protected.
She'll never know.
So be it.
Yes, Mister Harald.
Bad news. It's your mother.
Mother? What happened?
Nothing serious. She's not well.
She called me. She wants to see you.
Tell me the truth...
She's dead, isn't she?
No. Her dog was killed.
She's upset.
Soliman was killed?
Who could have done that?
I have no idea.
Listen, she asked me, begged me
to let you go and see her.
Go on, I'm giving you leave.
I'm ashamed, sir.
Thank you so much.
But what about the little miss?
She can't stay alone.
She's an adult.
But...
Treffle, your mother needs you. Go!
Who could have killed Soliman?
I don't know. Maybe that escaped madman.
Don't waste time, man.
Hear me?
Yes, Mister Harald.
All the best to your mother.
You're welcome. Goodbye.
- Treffle has to go out.
- I understand.
Go keep your sister company.
What's happening?
Look at me!
Alright, father.
- In one hour.
- Understood.
Well...
I'm going.
If you need me, I'm at the office.
Agreed.
What's happening?
Nothing. Nothing's happening.
I don't like being followed.
Miss, I'll be back soon.
Until then, be reasonable.
- Don't get in trouble.
- Yes, Treffle.
Even when I'm away from you...
my eyes are on you.
- Remember that.
- Yes, Treffle.
Be virtuous.
You're crying...
No, but...
I hate abandoning you here
in this house where the devil roams.
Pray for yourself, miss. Pray.
You're so good, Treffle.
- Is this here?
- That's here.
Praise God.
Who are you?
I remember you...
I saw you yesterday.
You were...
Yes, with the others.
Yes, you're...
I'm insane.
Don't say that word. I don't like it.
A real storm under there!
You're an angel!
I have a theory about angels.
Those who fall are angels.
You fell, so you're an angel.
I do this every hour. I'm diabetic.
That's still ok.
Dear stranger.
How incredibly kind of you to call!
I'm so very appreciative.
Alas, I'm absent.
Be assured, life goes on.
I'm somewhere in the world.
Inevitably, sooner or later
I'll be back to hear your message.
I'll look for you wherever you are.
You'll see what you'll see!
That's it! It's in the bag.
You're not a good player, Ritter.
But I won.
But you're still not a good player.
Are you annoyed, chief?
Just making a point.
You always win.
Your mind is ahead of the game.
Understand?
I lose because my mind
is precisely on the game.
Contemporarily, if you will.
Evidently something to reflect on.
Did you see?
Sorry.
See that? Hubus with Bernadette Harald!
We saw, we saw.
What does that mean?
That they want it known.
What?
They want people to ask
what that means.
Some distance, Ritter.
You're going too far ahead.
They simply want to confirm
what everyone is thinking.
What does everyone think, Morelli?
I don't know.
- But you told me...
- Logic!
San Michele has only two rich guys.
One is ruined. The other...
The other will be.
Unless...
Unless he comes up with something.
I don't get it.
I'm too inside, too contemporary.
Something really profitable, chief.
Nice word.
Unless...
Yes?
Now, I'm only an amateur.
Even better. Tell us.
Unless Harald going bankrupt
is actually something profitable.
Evidently something to reflect on.
I hate that noise.
What?
Billiards. It gives me goosebumps.
I was going to say that.
Incredible. We're made...
- We're made...
- For each other?
No, not that.
We're made like each other.
Real spiritual twins.
You mean one can't redeem the other?
I'm not very religious.
Hubus!
You think it's done?
Yes.
And that means?
The moment has come.
The moment has come.
Morelli!
Coming!
Yes?
One Salsox, please.
A what?
You heard me.
Exactly.
Well, then?
You know Mister Harald forbids
Salsox in this restaurant.
You mean Mister Harald rules
this restaurant?
He wishes.
I don't care about his whims.
I want a Salsox. That's all.
- We don't have any.
- What? No more Salsox?
No more Salsox. Maggi maybe...
no way.
With your permission...
there's a real man amongst the sheep!
Don't think that, Mr. Hubus.
We're all ready, if necessary.
I don't expect anything less.
1, 2...
3...
4...
5, 6...
7, 8...
9, 10...
11, 12...
See?
No more Salsox.
No more Salsox.
Miss?
Miss, that hammer...
What? Which hammer?
This?
What happened?
Something serious, I suppose.
No, everything's fine.
I'm so happy.
Especially since you're here.
Come, come inside.
How?
You're an angel.
That's not nice. Not nice.
That's not nice!
You always do that?
I must. It could rise instantly.
I didn't scare you a while ago?
No.
178 is fine. Not too bad.
It shouldn't go higher than 200.
There's Ketone over 250.
Ketone?
How pretty!
Ketone is dangerous.
Really?
Very dangerous.
I'm telling you, it could go far.
Legs must be cut off sometimes.
That's not good.
The door's wide open. Nothing strange.
Yes, we'll go inside.
Yes, "we." Bernadette is here.
She wanted to come along.
She does what she wants. She's an adult.
83...
He's normal.
My turn!
Help!
Help!
Hubus!
That wasn't me.
Not me.
Help!
Help!
So long! Everything's beautiful!
So long!
Stains...
Full of stains.
Won't go away...
Won't go, won't go.
Hello. What's your name?
Emil. No accent and no final E.
Emil Pointpoirot.
I'm Livia.
You're a killer, from what I see.
That's what some say.
Do you kill everyone?
Sometimes.
Are you insane?
Sometimes.
But you're an angel!
An angel...
You're hurt.
A little, yes.
Is it me?
Yes, yes.
But I need some aspirin.
Can I brush your hair?
Yes.
In the asylum, there's Miton.
Miton is insane.
He knows two colors. White and red.
He checks his blood sugar. That's red.
And he looks out the window.
Only white. Like on the asylum tv.
Only snow. That's his white.
Since he's very dangerous...
he gets double servings of potatoes.
That's his joy.
Sometimes the asylum doors are open.
He goes out and he erases.
Once he erased a family of tourists.
Mistake.
Later, no mistake.
He slit
a Venezuelan Ambassador's throat.
Success!
He was given a nice TV.
With snow, like the asylum's.
He goes out often.
Hey, isn't that insane Miton?
Yes, insane Miton. How's Miton?
Fine, fine.
Want some coffee?
No caffeine. I'm a diabetic.
- Some tea?
- No.
Some water mixed with red wine.
Actually, without the water.
Is that "Ave Maria"?
Something's not right.
Better go and take a look.
Yes, father.
Alert Leone.
About what?
Nothing.
You think it's done?
What?
Nothing, father.
You and I know nothing. God decides.
Yes, father.
Go see what's happening.
What are you reading?
Market pages.
You play the stock market?
I read the values.
Are they good?
Harald stock is dropping.
That's what they say.
But it's questionable.
What? What do you mean?
I'm talking about the rich guys.
All that will change,
thanks to the inheritance.
Funny how we never think
about inheritance.
Because we'll never inherit anything.
Luckily.
They talked about that earlier?
I think so.
I don't stretch my ears.
Tough times in Argentina...
Chief...
Harald orders you to check his home.
Can't he go himself?
We have things to do.
Yeah, we have things to do.
Plus, it's lunch time.
That's true. I forgot.
We'll send someone out there later,
if it's necessary.
Yeah, only if it's necessary.
He'll complain, I'm telling you.
He'll complain no matter what.
That's true.
Have a nice lunch.
mile...
- Your name is mile.
- No. Emil.
No accent and no final E.
I almost forgot.
No one calls me Emil.
Everyone calls me Pointpoirot.
That's so horrible: Pointpoirot.
I think it's funny.
I can't stand the idea of being funny.
I can't stand it. Drives me insane.
Actually, I am insane.
I find it funny.
Funny as an angel.
Do you believe in angels?
I believe in angels.
I profoundly believe.
You know...
I see people's angels.
I look at people, I see their angels.
So clearly that I see two beings.
One is already dead.
The other, an immortal angel.
I only bother with angels.
Sometimes, there is no angel.
It's sad when there's no angel.
Don't you think so?
You're elsewhere?
Be nice and tell me why you're here.
I don't know you.
Where are we?
Say something.
But what?
I don't know. People generally speak.
I don't speak.
I only write.
That's nice.
What?
Poems?
No, just things.
I'd love to read them.
It's all here.
You won't understand anything.
It's true. I don't understand.
Only people's names!
Me...
When I see a tree, I name it horace.
When I see a house, I name it...
Ours.
You're a poet, Emil.
You think so?
What's wrong, Emil?
Livia...
You're Livia?
I was told terrible things about you.
Who said them?
- He did.
- Who?
My buddy, the one who lets me out
when things are bad.
But I did nothing to him.
He's someone important.
He speaks to God.
In reality, it's God who decides.
Of course, God decides.
Of course.
But God loves me, you know.
Really?
Of course. Believe me!
Then my friend messed up.
Sorry.
But he never messes up.
Well, this time, yes.
You're here!
Roland...
There you are. Are you ok?
Yes, I'm fine. Everything's fine.
I was afraid for you.
I'm fine. I'm happy.
Well...
are they dead?
It seems so.
God called them to his Holy Kingdom.
But they're fine up there, Roland.
They're fine and happy.
Run! It's Emil!
Emil...
that's not nice what you do.
It was self-defense.
True, Roland did try to kill you.
I admit sometimes he isn't nice.
But he's still my brother.
We grew up together.
True, he's been acting strange lately.
He was brutish.
Maybe God saw that. What do you think?
Of course.
It got really high... 270.
Is that bad?
Very bad. It's very serious.
It's the Ketone.
Yes, the Ketone...
I need red wine.
He's normal. 74 is normal.
He's normal, too.
So you refuse to check my home?
We don't have time.
A dangerous lunatic!
Roaming about!
A killer and rapist. You know very well!
According to Dr. Gallard, he's cured.
According to him, my daughter's sane!
- Isn't she?
- No.
She's fragile. She needs protection.
Do it yourself. You can afford to.
It's your job to protect citizens!
We do that, Mister Harald.
Better worry about your asylum.
This isn't the first escape.
We'll check on that later.
That's it, sir. Later.
Have a nice lunch!
Thank you... see you later.
I'm in trouble, Leone.
We're together.
Two mouths eat more than one.
You're not ruined. Not to that point.
Ruined. To that point.
- I don't believe you.
- Believe me.
You have your reputation, friends...
- that's worse.
- You have your daughter.
Her inheritance...
Damned Rachel!
- You said it.
- Damned Rachel!
Still hate her?
No.
Still love her?
She's my daughter's mother.
- Why did you leave her?
- She cheated on me.
- Is that all?
- Isn't that enough?
No, that's not enough.
I should know.
That's different. You don't like Salsox.
She loved Salsox!
You hate it.
I couldn't know...
What? That Salsox would succeed?
I like it. Plus it's natural.
Natural? Then so is the atomic bomb!
Are you jealous?
You gave her the brand as a gift.
In exchange for Villa I Fioretti.
Bad move.
Very bad.
- Forget it.
- I can't, I just can't!
What's so great about Salsox?
It's tasteless! It's bland!
But complex.
Complex?
It's only ketchup mixed with soy sauce!
There are nuances.
Nuances?
That's a laugh!
Extract of Sevillian Bull Tail.
Extract of Mexican Green Tomato.
Essence of Anti-Parkinson Green Papaya.
Concentrate of Anti-Cancerous
Chilean Seaweed.
Anti-Diabetic Enriched Fenugreek.
Essence of Anti-Cholesterol
Guetaria Bonito.
Not bad!
Don't forget the Plankton.
The enriched Boldo.
Concentrate of Shark's Bone.
Enough already!
Harald, be a good sport.
I hate her.
- She's dead.
- Yes, she's dead.
God wanted it.
Your daughter is rich. She'll save you.
- She's insane.
- No.
The doctor said no.
He'll say anything.
I love Livia.
I'm cancelling my dental appointment.
Also my Osteotherapy and Tarot course.
Livia is alone.
She can't stay like that.
Before there was the dog.
I'll go see her later.
Be careful.
Don't drive too fast.
Call me as soon as you arrive.
Go inside, mother. You'll catch cold.
Keep warm.
Yes, I'll speak to him.
No, I think he's very busy lately.
He's fine. He must have had
a last minute problem.
Go inside.
Mother's worried.
Oh, no... I'm on my way.
Roast beef.
Very rare.
I like roast beef.
Can I serve you?
Yes.
Is it better?
Much better... 174.
What did I tell you?
Like this!
Some vegetables?
Potatoes, like Miton.
Potatoes.
I like roast beef. I really do.
How's my roast beef, Emil?
Problem?
It won't start.
That car's too modern.
How's mother?
She waited for you.
I called. Her mobile doesn't work.
Too modern.
Have a nice day!
Likewise, Mister Harald.
Don't rush yourselves.
My best to the Mrs.
They don't seem happy.
Because of the widow?
They spoke a lot about the widow.
The inheritance, that is.
How's that?
I mean the widow's inheritance.
Mrs. Salsox.
I see.
A hefty one?
A few billion.
Dollars, that is.
Old Harald must be happy.
He's not the heir.
It's the daughter of Mrs. Salsox.
Still comes to him.
Not at all.
How do you know?
My wife reads Gala.
Me, too.
Really?
So? Is it instructive?
Very.
What did you learn?
Miss Livia is the heiress.
And if something happens to her?
Goes to Luc.
And if something happens to him?
It's over.
Goes to the Swiss State.
How did Mr. Salsox die?
- You shock me.
- Why?
Murdered.
- Not here.
- No. In lbiza.
Out of our jurisdiction.
- And Mrs. Salsox?
- Strangled.
- Where?
- New York.
- By whom?
- Her lover.
- Was he found?
- Yes, murdered.
"Mr. Salsox's spouse" in 12 letters?
Leone Glaser.
Leone Glaser is 11 letters.
Leone Glaser H.
Something to reflect on.
What do you think, Ritter?
Excuse me...
The young woman will be killed soon.
Tell me, chief...
if the Swiss State is the killer...
we can't arrest the Swiss State.
That's like arresting ourselves.
What about reason of State?
Possible.
But it's still a crime.
No crime yet. We would have noticed.
Livia, where are you?
Coming!
You're so beautiful!
- Do you dance?
- I'd love to.
I have to tell you something.
That piece I play on the piano...
that's all my mother taught me.
It's pretty, but that's all I know.
That's ok.
I like it.
Thank you.
Leone!
Hello, ma'am.
This is Emil. He's an angel.
He kills.
Really?
His name is Pointpoirot, Emil.
No accent and no final E.
Really?
He has his reasons. He had a tough life.
No one was nice to him.
Isn't that right?
That's right.
Come, I'll show you.
So...
You know him.
He didn't suffer... but him!
Our friend Hubus had a heart attack.
Little Bernadette died in the yard.
She ran a lot.
Him. Well, he...
That's a special case.
They all left for a wonderful world...
where things are different.
Who are you?
Don't you recognize me?
Your face seems familiar...
but I can't place you.
They're dead!
I don't like that.
And you?
132. it's normal.
I'm normal.
Rigor mortis...
no, that's enough!
That's not nice!
Stop!
Stop!
174...
Help!
Stop!
That wasn't me.
No! I don't like that!
You might as well kill me, too. Go on!
Kill you? Silly idea!
You're not well, Emil.
That's true.
Kill me. Kill me, I tell you! Go on!
I'm speaking to you!
Are you angry?
A little.
Put yourself in my place...
you killed, Emil.
That's generally not allowed.
It's war, Livia.
What time is it?
3:30? It's almost over.
I must be back at the asylum by 5.
I'd like to go to the Zoo first.
The asylum doesn't take us.
Why not?
Because of the monkeys.
Why?
They're so mean!
They'll pay.
For what?
They wanted to kill you, Livia.
That's mean.
I don't want to. No way.
Who's "they"?
God.
But God couldn't want that.
It happens.
- Really?
- Often.
He wanted you to die.
So did I at first. God is God.
But now, no. I say no!
But how?
How do you know he wanted to kill me?
An angel told me.
My buddy...
He makes miracles.
He opens the asylum doors.
So that I can erase. To erase you.
No...
That was no angel!
Who was it, then?
It was...
It was the devil.
Maybe. He wanted to kill you.
He's mad at you.
And you refused?
You're so good, Emil.
I refused.
I'm a rebel.
May I kiss you?
You may.
Drop me in front of the center.
I have to see Mister Harald.
You have an appointment?
I don't need an appointment.
I forgot.
That bother you?
No.
You're so important!
Big man gets in everywhere.
I have degrees. What do you expect?
I worked for that, man.
What do you have to say to Harald?
Top secret.
I'm looking for files on UD and UFD.
I can't seem to find anything.
Tell Rosina
to call me
at the Geneva office or in Paris.
I'll call you tomorrow from Berlin.
Thanks.
No answer.
That's a good sign.
By now, do you think she's...
normally, yes.
My condolences.
My God...
I have the papers.
What does this mean?
Sign it.
Luc should be the heir
in case of a problem.
God didn't want that either.
My condolences.
You're a monster.
The state is a monster.
I'll turn you in!
And take on the state? Not wise.
I'll do it.
No, you're going to sign.
Thank you.
Now you have no more debts.
The state takes care of it.
I should have never...
Me neither. But you know the state.
You sacrificed yourself, Harald.
That's good. That's honorable.
Mister Harald?
You there? Can you hear me?
Something horrible has happened.
A real massacre!
Miss?
Don't do that!
Who's he?
That's Treffle.
He's good. He always protects me.
- Really?
- Yes.
I'm tough sometimes,
but only when necessary.
Emil, I have to talk to you.
Treffle, go in the yard.
But, miss...
Do as I say.
Do what the lady says!
Do as he says.
Good!
You need to leave.
You'll be late. It's already 5.
You'll miss the zoo.
But now I want to stay with you.
That's not possible.
Don't you want me?
You need to leave.
- God wants that?
- Yes.
And if I refuse?
We'll see each other.
- Promise?
- I swear. Every week.
Every week.
Cross my heart!
You know...
I have no more urge to kill.
Really?
It's time.
87! No more sugar. I'm normal!
- I'm normal!
- Because I love you.
Because I love you!
Because I love you!
Treffle!
Come here!
Drive him back.
First to the Zoo, then to San Michele.
Miss, the Zoo is closed.
Agnes died yesterday.
Agnes!
Agnes?
The lioness. She died yesterday.
Zoo's in mourning.
I'm so unlucky! I mean, really!
Don't worry. I'll take you another time.
- Promise?
- I swear.
Well, so long.
So long.
I'm really so unlucky...
I'm sorry about all that.
That's how it goes.
I won't do it again. I'm healed.
Healed by love.
Yes!
So long!
What a killing spree!
My condolences.
Livia isn't there.
I'm here, daddy. I'm here!
The angel of God struck this house.
We must pray.
They did nothing to you...
the angel of God spared me.
He knows today is my special day.
Come...
Something's not right here.
But we'll fix it up.
How?
We'll blame the lunatic.
Here... go on.
Pray, daddy.
It's important. Understand?
I'll pray.
And you?
We'll pray together.
Bless this meal, Lord,
thy gifts we are about to receive.
And bless those who prepared it. Amen.
Don't move, warf.
What are you doing here?
Protecting little miss.
She needs protection.
I understand.
Actually, no. I don't understand.
He should have shot Livia, then Luc...
Maybe he didn't have a gun.
I gave him one myself.
Maybe he threw it out.
He never shot anyone before.
That's possible.
Now, get out.
Can't we talk about this?
We're brothers. We have a bond.
We have nothing to talk about.
She needed to die. She still does.
It's very important.
For whom?
For your country.
I don't agree.
Someone always doesn't agree.
Get out!
Or I'll shoot.
Think about it...
you'll be decorated...
your name in the papers.
Your future all set up, bro.
I don't agree. I don't like success.
So what do you like?
Tell me and you'll get it.
I like to serve.
That's good, real good!
The highest, purest service of a man...
serve his country!
I like serving the little miss.
I'll give you 10 seconds.
Come with us.
We're going for a little ride.
It's not the moment.
On the contrary. We have orders.
Since when?
This morning.
So?
You're arresting me?
Don't make me laugh.
Laugh...
Llaugh. That always helps.
Especially at a time like this.
Wait...
You're not going to...?
Alas.
You know who I am?
We'd rather not.
We'd rather not.
Come on, don't worry.
It won't take long.
You say you have orders?
Formal.
Since this morning?
What were your orders?
"Do nothing."
"Work underhandedly in the shadows."
That's not clear.
It's very clear.
But this is murder...
there will be a scandal.
- Won't be the first time, right?
- That's true.
- Cramp?
- Cramp.
What was that noise?
Nothing. Just prowlers.
So they wanted to kill me?
Right.
And God didn't want that?
Right.
And now?
You're rich.
Really?
Extremely rich.
You own...
you own everything.
Everything?
Everything.
As in what?
Everything, as in everything.
Like the San Michele Asylum?
To say the least.
And the Zoo?
Yes, and the city it's in.
Really?
And the country.
As well as a few other countries.
That's not very interesting.
They'll put me in the asylum.
I'll protect you, miss.
Like I protected your mother.
Did she ask you to?
I wanted to, miss.
So it's true?
Today is the best day of my life?
Without a doubt.
Yet I feel like crying.
Me, too.
I just lost my brother.
Was that the noise?
Yes.
He deserved it.
What did he do?
He wanted to stop you
from buying Switzerland.
Is that true?
It's true.
Then he was mean.
Very mean.
So it's all for the best?
Yes, miss.
Friedrich Darrematt,
Nobel Peace Prize winner,
was posthumously honored yesterday
by the Academy of Arts and Sciences.
He became a perpetual member
of the academy.
The prize was announced
by Christian Ox, CEO of Salsox.
He's also honorary president of the
Salsox Academy of Arts and Technology.