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: [noticing Felicity's eyes
] You're blind. Felicitas
: I'm not blind. I just can't see.
: I swear that whoever murdered Felicity is going to pay for it!, you hear me you bastard I'm going to make you pay! Blaubart
: We'll get you shithead!
: Very impressive, have we come to the house of an art collector or a pimp? Blaubart
: Your guess is as good as mine, I believe the can opener who owns this joint has some sort of job as a scientist or was it a parapsychologist? I don't know.
: [spotting a dead cat with her stomach and throat ripped out
] Oh my God... Kong
: Looks like he's run out of steam suddenly, that's what happens to you when you eat too much junk food. Francis
: Yeah I'm out of breath and it looks like I'm not the only one.
[indicating the dead cat
: What bullshit you talking now?
: Solitaire! Oh Solitaire! What have they done to you? What the hell has that evil bastard done? My lovely, lovely Solitaire!
: Who was she? Hermann 1
: Solitaire was the boss' favorite girl, and chances are those are his family you can see as well.
[pointing out the dead kitten fetuses
: I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna hamburger him, I'll tear his balls off and stuff them down his throat, what kind of heartless bastard would do this? Who? Who? Tell me!
: Was it you? No, you didn't have the time. Well then who did it? Who was it?
: [types the word "FELIDAE" on the computer
] Do you know the meaning of this word, Felidae? Francis
: Could it be a scientific name for all our family divisions, "cats" as they're usually called? Pascal
: Felidae. Evolution has created an astounding number of various creatures. Not one however deserves the respected wonder the genus Felidae has earned.
[shows on the computer a list
: Wow! What did you combine on this list. Pascal
: Those of us who live in the neighbourhood, name, age, gender, breed, marking. I almost forgot, I need to enter you now as well. Francis
: Incredible! Pascal
: Yes it is. Even better if it can help us solve a murder. Francis
: Did you know it all of the dead brothers? Pascal
: Yes! They were all on the prowl after some female in heat. Francis
: I... I have an idea. Find out what breed they were. That may lead us to a new tie-up. Pascal
: Simple enough.
[shows on the computer the murdered cats' type of race
: Well, none of them were partically aristocratic examples of Felidae. Francis
: But all the same race, so they were'nt just excited and male. They were all European Shorthairs.
: Hey, Bluebeard. Blaubart
: Yeah? Francis
: Sounds to me like you're backtracking a little, aren't ya? Blaubart
: You don't say... and what makes ya think so? Francis
: Well, you told 'em I'm your friend. Blaubart
: He lost his innocence, Bluebeard, as man has lost his.
: [spotting dead cat with his throat torn
] It must've been a can opener. Francis
: Pardon? Can opener? I'm sorry, you've lost me. Blaubart
: It must've been a friggin' can opener. Ain't it obvious? He gave our poor little Sascha an extra ventilation hole in the throat. Francis
: Oh, you mean a man. Did you witness it? Blaubart
: Hell no. But only men are brutal enough to do a thing like this. Lousy can openers. The only thing they're good for is opening our dinner cans.
: Hey little smartass, what do they call you? Francis
: Francis. Blaubart
: There's a plate there. Looks like this place was a doctor's office. That would explain the chemical smell.
: [enters the room
: Did you come in here to take a leak? Well you don't piss in here anymore. I live here now and I have my standards.
: Let me guess. This latest victim's also a tom, just like the other 4 stiffs. Blaubart
: Smartass. How the hell did you know that? Francis
: It's a guess, but an educated one. Blaubart
: Anyway this time it's tight-assed Deep Purple that's taken out his last rat. His throat looks exactly though someone decided to test an ice pick to see if it works. Francis
: One question, was he castrated? Blaubart
: Purple had his jewels intact, but, he couldn't get it up anymore.
, Hermann 2
: [to Bluebeard
] Hi pussy cat! Francis
: Oh boy, it was time to meet the neighborhood scumbags.
: The only thing that ties the two stiffs together is sex.
: You're new in the neighborhood. Francis
: That's right. Francis.
: Let me put the ol' thinking cap on. Francis
: Oh you do think do you? Blaubart
: I think non-stop. Surprises you, eh? I even read a book once.
: As it shows, The murderer is beginning to make mistakes we may be able to exploit. Francis
: I hope you're right, but I find it hard to imagine that this master of horror could make mistakes. Pascal
: Then perhaps he is sending us a message.
: Can I offer you both something to eat? Francis
: Thanks, we've eaten already, Pascal. Blaubart
: Shut up, will you asshole? Personally, I can handle another little mouthful or two.
: [talking about Felicity
] Her eyes were wide open, as though even with her last breath the one thing she longed desperately for was to see.
: Why weren't the bodies of Sascha, Deep Purple, Solitare... Felicity, down there?
: I'm new around here, that's all you need to know. Your lady is just as she is. Francis
: Your breed is new? Nhozemphtekh
: Not new, no, it's old. Or in simple language, old and new. Or, different. Figure it out for yourself Francis. Francis
: How did you know my name? Nhozemphtekh
: A little bird in a tree told me. Francis
: And what's your name? Nhozemphtekh
: My name matters as little as my breed. It wouldn't anything to you.