Fantomas (Fantômas) (Fantômas)

My compliments, madam. Hello, sir. Glad you could come.

Mr. Royer will show you the items. I'll leave you with him for a moment.

I will show you the jewelry.

Would you give them to me?

This one is fine.

I'll display a few, so you can choose.

Charming, isn't it? I'll take this one too.

And this is the famous necklace with the diamonds.

I'll take this one too.

Put them in a jewelry box for Lord Shelton.

How much is it?

Five million five hundred thousand. New francs, of course.

Shall I have them delivered? - No, I'll take them with me.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

That was pleasant business. - Lord Shelton was in a good mood.

Director. - What's the matter?

Fantomas.

The police are watching. Rest assured, Fantomas' days are numbered.

Take that from Commissioner Juve. Don't worry.

Fantomas isn't that special. He's like you and me.

He has committed crimes...

but traffic causes far more victims than he does.

He blew up planes and derailed trains...

but highway robbers are much more dangerous. We'll get him.

You better start being afraid, Fantomas.

You have a hundred faces, but only one head.

And soon it will fall. I'll catch you.

He who laughs last, laughs best.

Trust me, there is no reason for concern.

Thank you, Commissioner.

That was Commissioner Juve.

He came to our studio to tell you the police are watching.

That's all for now.

Now the police are exaggerating. - They don't take us seriously.

Listen. This is on the front page.

Your newspaper has some nerve. Listen to this.

"Long live Fantomas. Fantomas, you don't exist."

That's a good headline, right? - Stop it.

What do you know about it?

"At the subordinates' ball you're the clown..."

Leading the common folk in the dance.

Isn't that a bit grandiose? - You focus on your photos.

It can be even better.

"The police are watching. No, Commissioner Juve, the police are putting us to sleep.

You invented those hundred faces to save your own.

And even more:

The housing shortage: Fantomas. The expensive meat: Fantomas."

Something "social" had to be included. "Taxes, official misconduct: Fantomas."

"The villain, the elusive, the uncatchable, the guilty:

Fantomas."

What do you think, darling? - Want my opinion? I think it's ridiculous.

And then they say love is blind.

Someone will have a good laugh.

Who? - Fantomas.

If only he existed and you met him.

Do you think he would scare me? He must be an interesting man.

Sometimes I wonder what I found so fascinating about you.

That doesn't change that it's a bad article. Use your imagination.

If Fantomas doesn't exist, you must invent him.

Give me a kiss, darling.

You've given me a brilliant idea. Come with me.

Where are we going? - To Fantomas.

Are you ready? Watch out.

Don't move. One more.

That's fine.

The monster has told me everything.

Today in "Le Point du Jour": An interview with Fantomas.

The world in the hands of a madman. Interview with Fantomas.

"Soon I will rule the world. Humanity is at my mercy."

"Soon I will possess the ultimate weapon."

The ultimate weapon. Nonsense. An army needs infantry for that.

It's time, Your Excellency.

That will be a press conference.

"If I want, I can blow up the globe. And that foolish Juve can't stop me."

"Perhaps tomorrow the big fireworks will happen."

It will be a grand spectacle.

And you will all have front row seats.

The end is near. Forget your monthly salary.

"If you must die, then die in style."

Sensational, magnificent. I expected this from you: a brilliant idea.

It reminds me of my youth, when I came up with ideas.

That's priceless thumb-sucking. - Thumb-sucking?

It's obviously nonsense. - Not at all.

I'm not a subscriber. Admit it. - I say nothing without my lawyer.

You could use a good lawyer. "Do not disturb."

It's a disgrace.

And eavesdropping, isn't that a disgrace?

You go too far. Everything is allowed if it boosts circulation.

Blood sells. Without murders you would lose support.

But after you. Our profession involves more than crime reporting.

Terrorizing the public, you call that a profession?

I will show that this article... This trash is full of lies.

It will cause quite a stir, mark my words.

Laugh. Watch out.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

Front page, four columns. Good for circulation.

Gentlemen, I will tell you what I have decided.

During the forced rest, I had time to thoroughly reconsider the case.

My conclusion is as follows:

An explosion has occurred. No explosion without explosives.

Fantomas blew up the newspaper.

There is a connection between Fantomas and our... friend the journalist.

Makes sense. - Think along with me.

By keeping an eye on that journalist, we trace back to...

Fantomas. Good heavens.

See you very soon.

Those idiots. Cunning, huh.

What's the meaning of this? Come along, you.

Let me go, imbeciles. - We'll teach you some manners.

You're ruining my plan. - Tell that at the station.

But I am the commissioner. - And I am the president.

You need to sleep off your stupor. - A night with us won't hurt.

Watch out, in a few moments Fantomas will come for you.

Leave me alone. Save your imagination for your articles.

Yes, it's me, Fantomas.

You will never know my true face.

Beneath this mask, it remains hidden from everyone.

You wrote an article about me making me ridiculous.

You made a fool of me.

Let him go.

Sit down.

You thought you could mock me with impunity.

I have an excuse. I didn't believe you existed.

I thought I had proven it.

In a completely fabricated interview, you portrayed me as an imbecile.

As a grim and gloomy madman.

Whereas I am cheerful by nature.

I do kill, yes, but always with a smile.

Crimes against humanity...

Humanity... What a magnificent puppet show.

Impossible to be bored.

You have a sense of humor. Gallows humor, the rarest kind.

Humor hidden behind a mask. Excuse me.

Keep those jokes to yourself.

You made me ridiculous...

but also proved that a great man starts nothing without the press.

So you're putting a new article about me on your front page.

You admit it was deception.

And if this time you don't write praiseably about me...

the worst torments await you.

You get two days.

Two days, that's little. - I said so.

How will we meet again?

I'd like to arrange a next meeting.

You have nothing to fear, as long as you obey me.

From now on, you hold your life in your hands.

And remember: From now on, you are under my command.

Darling, do you hear me? Open up.

Are you sick, dearest?

Open up.

I was so worried. What happened? - I didn't wake up.

I feared something happened to you. I called, but you didn't answer.

I was sleeping.

What is it?

You wouldn't believe it, I had a nightmare. Imagine...

A night at the office. Me. Good that the press didn't find out.

If you had your papers with you...

Well observed. You'll get far yet.

I wasn't wearing my jacket. I must think of everything.

Commissioner? That the police gave you a hard time...

What a nightmare. - That guy wasn't easy, huh.

Your imagination is playing tricks.

You're hurting me. - You have a bump. A huge bump.

Indeed. Right where I was struck.

What is that?

It wasn't a dream. It was Fantomas.

Who's there? - Fantomas.

Do not open. Please. I'll call the police.

The line is cut.

Open up. - Don't.

You gave me two days.

Is that so? Police. Commissioner Juve. Open up.

Bravo. I fell for it. - But I didn't. Gentlemen...

Have you gone mad. - Watch your words.

I arrest you in the name of the law.

You don't mean that. - I am a serious man.

So Fantomas gave you two days. But for what and why?

Sir has contact with Fantomas.

You didn't report it. That's complicity.

I understood everything.

What is that? - I'll explain it.

Never mind. The “F” of Fantomas. That's of course a coincidence.

We'll question you thoroughly. Take him away.

This is outrageous. - Don't make it worse for him.

What a delightful pat.

You may eat and drink once you've confessed.

Two days fasting won't kill you. It's actually good for health.

Go on. Speak.

You've been asking me the same questions for two days. I've told everything.

I can't hold on any longer.

White wine is bad for the nerves. - That's enough now.

Your article was fabricated, right? - That's correct.

Right now everyone thinks it was true.

That's also true.

What's true? That everyone believes it? - No, that it was fabricated.

Suppose it was a lie, why did Fantomas kidnap you then?

Precisely because it was a lie. - You lie, you lie. He lies.

Do you mean I lie about lying, or that I lie when...

Be quiet. - Listen now.