Lucky Jo Page #3

I must go with them. One of our

clients is in some son of trouble.

- Have lunch alone.

- What do you want for diner?

I never know. Don't worry about me.

I'll respect your query, Mrs Adeline.

- The fingerprints guys will

be here any time soon. - OK.

1:
30 PM already.

Hello, Madame. You saw Mimi?

Yes, she went to get her stuff an hour ago.

She rented the room for both of you

for at least one month.

When she's back tell her I invited

her to the restaurant. At Napo's.

- At Napo's? - Yes.

- Alright.

You heard that Napoleon?

He leaves when you speak to him.

It's Napoleon's spitting image.

There was a nice hold-up

this morning. Very interesting.

They were four guys and snatched

120 million. 30 million each.

Only one clue. A black 404.

Registration number is 34-35 GC 78.

34-35...

- It can't be. - They won't be able to

enjoy their win, these young men...

with all the modern police resources.

And he takes my paper with him,

poor young man!

Hello, Adeline? It's Jo.

- Simon there?

- Go to hell.

We expected to fall on a man

saddened by the theft of his car.

An honest man, you see.

But no...

we fall on you.

- A friend.

- An acquaintance.

Listen to me.

We put your car transformed

into a strainer under your nose.

And instead of calling your

insurance or us like a good citizen...

you hurry up to fill the little holes.

Admit it, we're entitled to

be suspicious.

I'll tell you once more.

First, it's not my style

to call anyone in these cases.

Secondly, I repeat,

I lent the car to a client yesterday.

I had to get it this morning

on Rue Pigalle.

I didn't find it. That's all.

- What client? - I don't have a name

and I took his advance without "Caution".

I admit that I should have asked his name.

But I was sleepy.

- He paid with a check?

- No. In cash.

But why don't you accuse me downright

of having committed the hold-up?

Some people saw you at home

at the time of the hold-up.

Nonetheless you lent your

car to the guys behind the hold-up.

You think these guys are smart enough to

steal a oar instead of borrowing one of mine?

- It doesn't make sense.

- Yeah...

Your head is still good, Archambaut.

Look at mine. This guy

made a complete mess out of it.

What else can I tell you?

Maybe the car was stolen from

the guy who borrowed it from me.

Or maybe it's the guy himself

who did the hold-up.

I lend cars. I don't know

what they do with them.

It's their business if they have

sex or put gold in the them...

Lab guys are working on it. We wait to see

what kind of fingerprints they can get.

It's Jo. Open the door.

- Go with the devil.

- Where is Simon?

Did he find his 404 on Rue Pigalle?

Poor dirty guy.

No, he didn't find his 404.

Police found it with holes in it and

then they came to find Simon and took him.

Are you happy now?

What are you saying, Adeline?

- Police think that Simon...

- Yes, Police think that Simon did it.

Thanks to his good old friend Jo.

Poor old Simon.

His quiet little life and...

I ruin everything.

Are you crazy? Maybe you want to rape me

now that Simon is absent?

No, I won't rape you.

It's not my style.

And I prefer them more pulpy and painted

with all the works here and there.

I'm perfectly normal. If you prefer monsters

it's your business.

I didn't come to talk about your assets,

darling. I came to understand what happened.

Now we have to get Simon out of this mess.

Very well.

Then call them.

- Who?

- The police of course, moron.

- What shall I tell them?

- You'll say you did the hold-up.

- It'll make things worse. - If you're there

and Simon's here, it'll make things better for me.

It's a mistake. We'll be there

together hand in hand.

They want four men.

We're only two.

You'll denounce the three other guys

and Simon will be free.

I don't know the three other guys, stubborn

girl, neither the fourth man nor anyone else!

If you don't call them

immediately I'll shoot you.

I'll count to three.

One...

- Two...

- In the end I was wrong.

They don't look that bad.

- What? Who?

- Your legs.

If you were not Simon's wife it would

relieve me to give you a good slap!

Help!

Help!

Murderer!

In the end you're a good

girl but a real pain in the neck!

You hurt yourself

on my abdomen, right?

Well, I'll take one of your cars.

Bye .

I'll make a phone call first.

I have spare change for you.

You have a cramp?

And hop! Little pancake!

Hello, Raton? It's Jo.

Can I come to see you immediately?

OK, I'm coming.

OK, Raton (small rat) is an ugly name

but as a fence he is one of the best.

Maybe the guys who did the

hold-up made a deal with him.

You'll be wise?

If you find the names of

these men what will you do?

I'll do all I can to

give you back Simon.

It's not Al Capone that

I should call you...

- but Don Quichotte.

- That's it.

But now that we're pals

just call me Quiche...

Pancake.

What I don't understand...

Chief Inspector, please.

I have news for you.

Relax, Inspector, and wait

for the fingerprints result.

It's much more sure

and you can still have that chat.

So, Junior?

The news and a coffee.

A young girl knocked-out with a

statuette on Rue Oberkampf.

Be more precise. Knocked-out could

mean she only suffered some bumps.

If you mean she was killed say killed.

It saves some time.

Yes, dad, she was whacked.

And a beautiful young doll at that.

Can you give me the case, please, dad?

It starts again! It's broken. Junior,

you don't make sense.

What interest for you if she's

beautiful since she's now defunct?

As for the case...

Go get Guillaumet.

Why always Guillaumet?

- Say, Junior?

- Yes, dad.

Hope you won't be mad, I

borrowed one of your ties.

It's nothing dad.

One from time to time is nothing.

Of course it's nothing but I'd like to know

where all my ties have disappeared to?

- I don't know dad.

- "I don't know dad"!

Run, Junior, if you don't want to

end your career as a traffic cop!

It must be said that some

girls are asking for trouble.

How dumb boys can be.

Instead of pampering a nice doll

like her look what they did to her.

Of course... when you get pampered

with that kind of tool.

She just came in...

or she was leaving.

So Doc?

Struggle then the statuette.

It probably happened this

afternoon around two o' clock.

We'll get more from the autopsy.

Can we take her?

Go on.

- What's your opinion, Guillaumet?

- At first sight...

it's a routine case.

A love story.

A man story.

Hi, Jo.

Hi, Raton.

- How long have you been out?

- Yesterday.

- And you already need me.

- In a certain way.

The hold-up this morning...

ls it you fencing the goods?

I'm doing half-half with Zanicek.

Why?

I want to know the names of the guys.

- Why?

- I like their style.

I want to get in touch with them.

My partners left the business.

I can't help you.

No hard feelings.

I want their names.

No, Jo.

I know you're a good guy.

Too bad...

because you will have to give

me their names all the same.

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