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The sun gives up his breath Don´t be
be afraid to die, for beauty is
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...still more beautiful in death
The poems we received were written
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in the same style, in fact our
criminal must had copied Bodelaire
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Very odd
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Did Mr. Fleming have access to
your books?
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The door in our offices were
never locked
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Bur Mr. Fleming hasn´t the faintest
idea who Bodelaire is, he never reads
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it gives him nothing he couldn´t get
from a woman´s smile
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Do you follow my reasoning?
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Yes, I believe I do
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So we both know who the real
murder it is
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You seem to be playing cat and
mouse game, inspector
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Aren´t you enjoining too?
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Yes, I am so let´s go on
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I assume that you are hinting
that I might be the murder
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Very well then, we´ll assume that
I killed those 8 girls
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The police had no clue, I was quite
safe, why did I send the last poem?
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That Mr. Willes is the one poem
I couldn´t understand
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That´s the critical point inspector,
the crack of your case
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I couldn´t understand until recently
why you incriminated Fleming...
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...it´s really simple, you´re
in love with Sandra Carpenter
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Yes I am
I confess inspector
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But you´d have a superb case
theoretically of course
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Incidentally it would be ridiculous
to try to prove it in a Court of Law
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You´ll make a great mistake if you
under estimate the Courts
1:29:43
I confess you make me feel possibly
guilty.
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l´d confess all this
if it wasn´t for the fact I learned...
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before you came into this room
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What fact is that?
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Don´t you know?
Didn´t you come from your office?