Wolves Hunt at Night (Les loups chassent la nuit)

WOLVES HUNT AT NIGHT

Accident?

Sabotage!

"Mr. 1100 crashed and burst into flames. Sabotage?"

For us, this is a new case,

which always begins in the same way.

A foreign city,

this time, Venice.

We are looking for a group of people who cannot be identified through their profession.

For that, an underground meeting with a gentleman we also do not know,

and who is the boss in this region.

A strange meeting we approach with hesitation.

As usual...

Only the end of the adventure is different.

This time...

it ended in a way I could never have imagined.

I hope you’re not going to smoke here?

- You speak good French. - I am French.

Allow me to introduce myself: Toma Mollert, reporter from Trieste.

Cyril Dormua.

Currently without work.

Not a job you’re looking for, you mean?

Exactly.

Do you know Trieste?

Yes.

During the war I worked there a lot.

Well then, you’ll go back there.

If you called me for this, you’re wasting your time.

The last case ended too spectacularly.

I got badly burned in Trieste. I knew that, that’s why I called you.

Meaning?

Are you afraid of gunshots?

I have the habit of shooting first.

Good. Only this time I could ask you...

Well, we’ll talk about that later.

Do you want to ask me not to use my revolver?

Indeed.

You will understand me.

Gentlemen who enjoy sabotaging our airplanes

have their base in Trieste.

The orders come from here.

However, I do not know who gives them.

To unmask these people,

we must disturb them a little,

to make them believe they have been discovered through some trick..

For example, someone like me pretending to know something..

Exactly. Then they will worry and take action.

They will follow you and possibly capture you...

Or they will shoot at you.

That is exactly what I want. - How kind of you.

Meanwhile, I will go undercover to investigate who is interested in you...

Simple, right?

Simple.

- Is this an order? - Yes.

All right. Sorry, you don’t have a pleasant role.

Doesn’t matter, I’m used to being a hunter.

And you’re used to it, that’s life.

Life... my guarantee?

No company insures this kind of risk.

And I’m not allowed to use my revolver?

No, not right away.

If the adventure leads you to the right house, we will meet there.

The address is on the key.

There I will meet you and give new instructions.

Thank you.

Do you have a suspicious person in mind?

- Yes, a certain Orner. - Orner?

I don’t know him.

- Sorry! - Why then?

It’s always best that you know who you’re going to shoot.

You’ll see.

Right. So go there. And to avoid drawing attention,

you arrive at the small harbor of Muccia.

As a tourist.

And for now I will create a leak,

so those gentlemen will know about you. Don’t worry, they are waiting for you.

That worries me...

- So you’re not coming with me? - No.

Sorry.

- You’ll forget me quickly. - Never!

Are you my last love?

Are you my last love?

- Anyway, good luck! - Meanwhile...

The harbor of Muccia.

Hunter... prey...

A man named Orner...

is probably here, among all these people.

He...

This one? Or this one?

Or is it him?

Maybe this one?

We’ll see...

In the end they push the barrel of a revolver

into your back, and force you into a car. And then...

Sorry, sir.

It’s fine...

What is he doing here?

To the Carlton Hotel in Trieste.

Follow him. I’m going to call the boss.

Okay.

Mr. Orner slipped away during the meeting.

So you love me? Do you swear it? Swear it!

No—then kiss me.

More… no, better!

More! Do you love me? Are you sure?

Three.

Zero.

Three.

Since he dared to come here, he’s sure I’m doing business!

You’d better leave.

If it’s not there while you’re in the city, it will raise suspicion.

And you’ll be linked to it.

I’ll handle it myself.

I’ll let you know when it’s done.

Okay.

Please, sir.

Here. I don’t have change. Wait a moment.

- Here. - Thank you, sir.

This time you have number 126, Mr. Dormua!

Thank you.

- Hello, darling. - Do you think so?

- Yes! - You really are a pig.

A real pig!

- Hello, my friend! - Hello.

- Jim, my driver. - Hello.

- Still no shots? - They’ll come.

Possibly.

I’m sure you know this Orner. No.

He got out of the car that was following you.

And after you left, he called 23-03.

Then he flew to Rome.

I’ve already told you that name means nothing to me.

I have good friends in the police.

Has that bastard still not been shot?

His name was Bohm during the war. What did he do?

Business. Selling friends to whoever paid more.

The number 23-03 he called belongs to a certain Miguel. A

well-known international lawyer and also a major art collector.

Images are very useful: they come and go. You can

put anything into them. For example, documents.

Yes, that’s possible.

Go to the cabaret “Chez Pedro” today. I’ll point this man out to you there.

He goes there often. I’ll be with him.

Because of my job as a journalist, I can have a

variety of contacts. I want

to see if he’s interested in you.

Don’t be angry with me if I dream.

When I am with you, without seeing you.

If my eyes only reflect a lost love,

a love of one night.

Don’t be angry with me for my silence.

Don’t be angry with me for my lies.

Accept me as a lonely man,

or share my suffering with me.

Don’t be angry with me if I suffer,

not loving happiness.

If memories suffocate me,

they fill my whole heart...

You’re being followed. Avoid confrontation, because we cannot intervene.

Thank you.

Don’t be angry with me for my silence,

Don’t be angry with me for my lies.

Accept me as a lonely man.

Or share my suffering with me.

Bravo, a wonderful performance! Let’s go have a drink, I’m with a friend.

I already said no!

Mr. Miguel, the one I told you about.

- Sir! - Your songs...

are pleasant, and I perform them brilliantly.

- You’re amazing! - And also very kind.

Excuse me, but I still have something to do.

It’s on me, have a drink with me. No, I’ve already told you!

- We’re old friends. - Of course.

- I want to invite you. - I don’t want to!

Is that so? I’m sorry. Good day, sir.

I told you not to introduce me to him!

He asked for it and keeps bothering me. That’s not a reason!

This isn’t an opera either—the stage and the audience blend together.

This is a cabaret, okay?

Sorry, but could you introduce me to this lovely girl?

Sorry to disturb you, but you’re so amazing that I

couldn’t resist. Only… you don’t look ordinary either.

And you’re badly brought up! You should hear my mother!

I don’t care about your mother! And I don’t care about yours.

That already shows you’re badly brought up.

And so are you, since you’re saying the same thing as me.

- I’m sick of you… - I like that.

- Is that your method? - Could be.

So this time it didn’t work.

Who knows…

Tell me, Pedro, what an inaccessible young woman!

At first they’re all like that, and then… But she’s still the best.

We hunters love it when prey resists.

Mr. Miguel, there’s a phone call for you.

This is very exciting. I’m going.

This way, sir.

Dormua at the cabaret.

I know. Take care of it.

- Tonight? - Yes, today.

But don’t use a revolver.