Lucky Jo Page #4

You're not used to it.

I'm going to hurt you.

You have changed.

Damn! Raton! Give me

some names or I'll beat you up!

My old Raton...

It's not so easy.

See you.

Sorry about the bills but it's better

to wait before we let them flow.

As you want, Zani.

Sorry.

- You know Mister Jowett?

- Lucky Jo, you bet...

- Only by reputation.

- He's looking for you.

He shook up the poor Raton

to learn your names.

- Sh*t!

- And Raton?

He kept mum.

He thinks Jo will come here

to ask me a few questions.

- We're waiting for him. - What's wrong with

him? - We don't care, it stinks.

All went well until now.

We will ensure that it continues.

It's your business. But please

no dirty business in my home.

I'm very fond of my carpets and blood

stains are particularly hard to clean.

OK, old girl. We'll wait

for our quarry on the road.

Thank you gentlemen and good hunting.

So the little Mimi

didn't sleep here last night.

No, she came back this afternoon around 2.

And the gypsy wasn't here?

He left early this morning

and I haven't seen him since.

- But I'm not always on the lookout either.

- OK. Thierry.

You work on the scene. I'll call the office

to tell them to hunt the gypsy.

Weather becomes very cloudy suddenly.

I'll call the furnished hotels service too.

Maybe she spent the night in another hotel...

and maybe with another guy.

Damned Raton! He warned them.

That's it.

Ad paves.

Back to their ancestors.

They're dead...

completely dead.

At last...

I only have two guys to find now.

Show me your mugs.

Maybe it will give me an idea.

You, I don't know.

And you?

Paul Garnier, Gabriel's partner.

So the two others are...

Gabriel and Napo.

God damned, I got to find them first.

As soon as the cops find Garnier

they're done.

"Thank you, Jo", they will say.

"We missed you.

With you at the wheel we could run away without

hitting trees. It was so monotonous."

So what? There's no jack?

Sorry.

Fortunately it's a quiet spot.

That's it dad. We have all the fingerprints

results for the hold-up car.

With Archambaut's prints of course.

No dramatic pauses, Junior.

Spill the beans. And close the door.

The only other prints we have are those

of a guy who just got out of jail yesterday.

- Christopher Jowett. Nicknamed Jo.

- Now that's better.

Perfect. Motion for battle. Let's

search for Jowett and let's find him.

Go to Hotel Wagram where our little

corpse slept last night.

Hey, don't hit her!

We have to keep a few of them alive.

Beware! Order to all the gendarmerie and

police units to look for Christopher Jowett.

This is not our business.

American, around 45 years old, dark hair,

dark eyes, height 5.9 feet.

Simon on one hand, Gabriel

and Napo on the other.

Not an easy situation.

Simon... What can I do

to help him now?

Good God, help me a little, please!

Fortunately I've had a good night sleep.

- Yes, Mimi slept here last night with a man.

- What's wrong with the cats? They're all angry.

He doesn't dig p.., he only likes fish.

- Give me the sheet of this man.

- There's no sheet.

- It's Mimi who rented the room and I trust her.

- Don't you know it's against the law?

Against the law... Compared to a poor

girl being killed

- I'm pretty tame, Mr Inspector.

- If you say so.

- Anything else?

- It rains again.

When he left the man said that Mimi

had to meet him at Napo's restaurant.

- You could go there and ask them.

- Thanks for the tip but I know my job.

If the man comes back ask

his name and let us know.

- Of course, Mr Inspector. I'm not

completely senile. - Good bye, Madame.

Falls pretty hard, huh?

First their papers.

- Key is in the ignition?

- No.

Come have a look.

How did they manage to hit a

tree with the ignition key here?

- Your papers. - What's wrong,

Mr Policeman? - Come on, faster.

Brigadier!

Get out of the car!

You follow us.

The bastards! What did they

make me eat?

He's not breathing.

Drop your weapons or I'll strangle him!

Let him go or I'll plug you!

You alright?

I'm fine.

- There's a problem?

- Yes.

I liked you well but now

you're a bit too famous.

It stinks in here!

Where do you come from boy?

Alright.

Shut up. This one is not yours.

Come on. Go back to your car.

You asked for it, old pal.

I'm in a hurry today.

Old girl, sorry.

Mr Gabriel is here?

- Nobody's coming before tonight.

- Oh sh*t...

Good bye, Madame. I said good bye.

Alright.

It works better this way, grandma.

Now to see Napo.

Stop. It's here.

- Hi. Mimi Perrin. Rings a bell?

- I know some Mimi but not that one.

- The boss here?

- Probably at home. First floor.

Thanks.

Police. Open the door.

- Hey, you didn't feel something behind?

- I did, old pal.

Look at the free place you have behind.

You could have moved back.

I don't know where

the reverse gear is , wise guy.

Say, it's Thursday today?

- No, it's Tuesday.

- But where is my head?

My appointment here is on Thursday.

Today...

it's at Grenelle.

And I'm so late already. Too bad.

Good bye and all my apologies

for your little bumper.

Come on, darling.

It's impossible for the cops

to be already here. Not so fast.

- There's no one.

- Where is Napo, for God's sake?

- Hello, Jo. So you're out?

- Since yesterday.

- I'm looking for Gabriel and Napo.

- I didn't see them today.

Thanks Tony.

- Hi Toto.

- Hey Jo!

- You saw Gabriel or Napo today?

- Not today.

- As for Simon, I haven't seen him

for a century. - Simon...

I'm stubborn so I'll start again.

Jo's fingerprints are on the car

because he tried it. That's all.

But he left in a cab and

I rented the 404.

I don't know if you're

stubborn but what a liar...

- There's only fingerprints for both

of you on the 404. - Thierry.

Believe me, my dear, you give us

a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Jo is more than involved in this hold-up

and we're hot on his heels of course.

Trouble is Paris is big,

Jo is little,

and us very weak but persistent,

Mr Archambaut, very persistent.

Thierry has found something good.

There.

- What is it? - Some receipts.

The girl murdered on Rue Oberkampf

- was sending some parcels to an ex-convict

named Christopher Jowett. - Really?

Swell, that's just swell...

- Damn Jowett, we meet him everywhere, so

to speak. - There's something else.

- Yes? - The girl's wage slips. She was

singing at the "Petit Pig" on Rue Pigalle.

Rue Pigalle?

I've already heard this today.

It's where Archambaut supposedly

had to get back his car this morning.

- You're right.

- It's very clear now.

Archambaut lent his car to

Jowett there in Bougival.

Jowelt went to see the girl

at the "Petit Pig" on Rue Pigalle.

He banged the girl at Hotel Wagram.

Then he committed the hold-up

with the same car in Vaucresson.

He ditched the car on Clichy Boulevard

and banged the girl again

but in a different way at Oberkampf.

- Probably because the girl knew too much.

- I'm tired of your speculations.

Jowett's mugshot. We got the prints?

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