The Forbidden Chapter Page #3

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The murderer?

But we've already arrested him.

He gave himself up this morning.

I made it clear there was no need

for headquarters to interfere.

We can solve the case ourselves.

This is our turf. We know

its problems better than anyone.

- How many have been captured?

- Several.

Every day there is

a group of volunteers.

Each one comes here

to give himself in.

We had orders not

to make this predicament public.

Therefore, we had to choose somebody.

Him, Mr. Rajabi!

I am your inferior.

- You!

- If God accepts!

I've organized a press conference.

But since you're officially

in charge of this investigation,

they want you to announce

that we've caught the killer.

This guy is not the killer.

Wait a minute!

You're not going to throw

all our work out the window!

Powerful people approve

of these murders.

They believe it's the only way

to clean up the city.

Let's say we do apprehend

the real killer,

one of the pretenders

will just continue his work.

We have to find out

who is behind these crimes.

For us, the atmosphere in the city

is more important

than the murder of a few prostitutes.

Here he comes!

How did you catch the murderer?

Who's the killer?

Can you give us more details?

The murderer still hasn't

been caught.

The one thing I can say is that

since powerful groups

cover the crimes

we can't stop the killings.

That's all.

You want to buy or smoke?

Smoke. The strongest you have.

- Are you a customer?

- Aren't you ashamed before God?

Say your prayers!

So you're the bastard who's attacking

the women of this neighborhood!

Well, do you want to kill me,

Captain Valliant?

Kill me...

If you get your merits by killing

unfortunate women, strike me!

I want to die and meet

the one who wrote my fate.

Who will have the courage to point

a finger at me in the next world?

What judge will be better than me,

who sold my body to

save the lives of my children!

Kill me!

Are you afraid of an old woman?

Come on, where are you going?

Come back!

I want nothing more than

to be freed of my suffering!

Come back here!

You coward!

Sometimes the body is the dressing

that reveals the spirit's beauty.

But I make them suffer.

The healer has rough hands,

but he gives relief to the patient.

The medicine is bitter,

but gives the cure.

Their eyes are full of terror

when they die.

Terror...

The terror of death is like that of

the shepherd when he meets the king.

The shepherd is afraid when

the king's hand touches his shoulder.

But in his heart he is glad.

Life and death are united,

like the river at the sea.

The murderer is looking for someone:

the woman who's connected

to all the victims.

She's the only one who can help us.

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