Comme un boomerang Page #4

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In our presence.

Your Honour, please.

Are you putting Eddy

or Jacques Batkin on trial?

The father or the son?

We'd like to clarify this.

I don't need a lesson from you.

Perhaps not, but don't

get the wrong defendant.

I know where your rights end.

What's it to be?

So?

Truthfully, everything is against Eddy.

Even worse,

your son's in a fragile state.

He just proved it.

Let's not stay here.

Come on.

I want to see Mr Octavi.

- Is he expecting you?

- Yes.

Right this way, sir.

Jacques will listen to you.

He's never forgotten

all you did for him.

He likes you so much.

He admires you.

Talk to him, Jean.

All I have is words, my dear Muriel.

They're useless.

Jacques has gone deaf.

Talk to him anyway.

Me...

I can't do anything.

I'm no one anymore.

Promise me.

Alright.

I promise.

Really?

I'll try once more.

But I also have another idea.

That's very dangerous,

and I think it's a mistake.

A mistake? For who?

For the kid.

The kid has little left to lose.

Think about it some more,

then come back.

Thank you.

I'll think about it.

I saw you born.

I saw you grow up.

I was made your godfather.

Come on.

I know it's hard on you,

and how sorry you are.

But I have faith in you.

I'm here to ask you a favour.

A favour? From me?

For your father.

You don't realize it,

but only you can talk to him.

He's becoming,

or rather reverting to...

someone I used to know.

Capable of any folly.

You have to help him

come to terms

with what's happened.

Understand?

To get him out of this state,

he needs to...

feel you are responsible.

Brave, like a man...

who accepts his fate,

and the debt he must pay.

You must have the will

to become a man.

Then...

later...

Understand?

He needs this.

Do you get what I'm saying?

Alright, I'll try.

You can count on me.

Mr Batkin, are you here to see me?

I was just passing by.

For your son...

we haven't understood.

Be yond the obvious,

there's not much to understand.

Anyway, it's too late.

- Mr Andr...

- Yes?

Take care of the others.

What are you doing here?

It's high!

And solid.

It's no answer.

To hug these walls.

Do you often come at this time?

I even come at night,

if you want to know.

I want to know everything.

You should get some rest.

Circling the walls

won't bring them down.

You must accept this as just.

He's my son!

I don't care what's just!

You're wrong.

- You paid to learn that.

- Not this price.

There's no more price.

There's nothing.

Last night we almost got shot

by a transvestite !

Hello, sir.

Are you alone?

Mr Ritter isn't coming?

Tomorrow.

How have you been?

Good.

We have to prepare

for the next hearing. Listen to me.

We need to give them

a clear image of you.

It's very important.

All in all, you're not so bad.

Alright?

Is dad okay?

As well as possible.

I wrote this letter for him.

So Mr Ritter could give it to him.

I'll pass it on myself.

This time.

Your father-in-law phoned twice.

You should call him back.

I was expecting it.

I hope he remembers my wife and I

hold 60% of the shares.

I don't think it's about money.

He wants your name off the trucks

and the company name.

If it makes him feel better,

I don't care.

You can leave us, Florence.

Eddy is doing better.

I found him aware and responsible.

The court will feel it.

It's his best chance.

He'll express his regret.

They'll hear it.

To kill a cop like that, for nothing.

Because the light scared him.

And the trial...

My God, the trial!

Here.

- A letter from him.

- Thank you.

Eddy!

Quick, my son! Batkin!

My son! Open up!

He's still in shock.

His makeshift rope gave out.

You can wait, or come back later.

As you like.

Thank you. I'll come back.

He was doing well.

He was calm.

He'd changed for the better.

I don't know what got into him.

I know...

I know.

I saw my sister.

At least she understands.

I'm an old fool.

You all know it.

To think it was my idea

to talk to the kid...

I've lost my judgement.

Don't be silly.

Will you return to Paris for now?

It depends

if Jacques needs me or not.

Whatever you want.

What should we do about my father?

The company name.

Whatever you want.

Don't wait for me.

I'll be home late.

He tried to kill himself.

- I know.

- I've thought it over.

Whatever his sentence,

he won't make it and nor will I.

You're making a mistake.

- I have no choice.

- As you like.

Come on, we'll fill you in.

Book exchange.

You have to sign up for the dentist.

Why?

I'll explain later.

It's every month.

You'll go 3 times.

Come here.

Eddy Batkin.

Born May 20, 1 959,

to J. Batkin and G. Favron.

I am Chief Examiner Lenoir.

I will preside over the court

for your trial next month.

I want to read the charges

drawn up against you

at the end of the investigation.

''One year ago,

on the night of April 1 5, 1 975,

you fired a shotgun,

killing Sergeant Grimaldi,

who was present in the line of duty.

You have been judged sane

and are hence guilty of murder

under Article 304 of the Penal Code.

The investigating judge's

conclusions on the circumstances

fall under Article L628 of the law

pertaining to illicit drug use.''

Lezin, get ready for the dentist.

No bread. Some people throw up.

You too. Dentist.

- Take your bread.

- It hurts too much.

Perfect, you're not allowed anyway.

The first two, Lezin and Batkin,

are under special supervision.

Check it out!

We're the most dangerous.

Only minutes, now.

We let everyone out?

Remember when you were there.

They're coming.

Crap!

See that?

Come on out, guys.

Guess we'd better take a look.

No stupid moves.

The key.

Open it!

- Eddy!

- Here, dad.

Open it.

Get out of here...

Batkin's prison van was attacked.

Batkin? Good God!

Lock down the airport

and the Italian border.

Alert the mountain police.

I'm on my way.

HQ to car 4!

Car 4 receiving.

Alert to all available cars.

Eddy Batkin escaped from a prison van.

Fleeing in a grey-green Peugeot 604,

license 930 FS06.

Lock down the airport.

Everything's organized.

I have a plane waiting.

Here.

We'll hide at a private estate

in Sicily.

Everything is sealed off.

We'll patrol the area.

Dad, cops!

Car 4 to HQ,

in pursuit of the escapees.

Car 4 to HQ...

Initial interrogations

have led nowhere.

All the men wore masks

and it happened very fast,

giving little to go on.

I've just been brought

the latest information,

a news release from Nice.

The industrialist Jacques Batkin

attacked the prison van

carrying his son Eddy.

The boy was charged

with killing a policeman.

At this moment,

they are being pursued

from the airport

where a plane was waiting.

They are driving towards La Vesubie

in a grey-green 604.

Jacques Batkin

had left his old life behind,

but old habits die hard.

Blinded by paternal love,

it seems he led his son

into a mad escape

which may well end in tragedy.

Jacques Batkin is armed.

Our correspondent is on site.

We hope to speak to him soon

for the latest update on the manhunt.

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