Roberto Succo Page #2

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- Do you know this place?

- No.

I never visit churches,

they're spooky.

I've been here at least 20 times.

Do you believe in God?

No, I don't. Religion's bullshit.

I don't need a leader.

Nothing scares me.

Not even death?

Death doesn't count.

Life is just a dream.

Here, this is for you.

An engagement ring, for you and me.

Thank you.

Now, we're engaged.

Lea, love between you and me

is impossible.

He just walked away with a bag.

What happened exactly?

I was driving to Marseilles

after a disco.

Is lowed down to look

and I saw this man...

I stopped to ask if he was okay

and he told me,

" I'm okay but you're in trouble, "

and pointed his gun at me.

So I got straight out and...

he jumped into my car

and then the gun went off...

The stuff from the 5 burglaries

was in a car on the outskirts

of Marseilles.

In the boot were two guns,

a load of ammunition...

Here's the full list.

The Annecy classifieds

from February 14.

What else?

I called all the hotel guests

from the week Mrs Cottaz vanished.

One group sent me some photos

taken in the car park.

No good, the plates are blurred.

None of us can get anywhere

with Milene.

She fancies you,

although you're married.

She won't give up.

Last time I went home,

my wife wanted a divorce.

What's up?

On April 27, in the home

of Rachid Abdou, Annecy police

found the papers of tourist

mugged in Grasse

and of a Peugeot coupe

stolen on the Riviera last July.

This Rachid guy said he took them...

from a maroon Renault

"with a broken window".

Probably the Marseilles Renault.

I called in to see the evidence.

One of the ID cards had been altered

with a new photo. Messy job.

I made a photocopy.

The bloke's not on file anywhere.

The Fayolle murder...

Frangoise Cottaz kidnapped...

Taxi-d river attack...

Paillet vanishes...

Back to Chambery...

Menton St Bernard burglary...

Marseilles pile-up.

Lea, you're changing.

Why didn't you visit

in the holidays?

I was in Marseilles. On business.

You could have called.

Come on, I have to get her back by 5.

I'm sorry.

I want a child with you one day.

But I can't have

a normal life like you.

What's a normal life?

In Italy, my mother was very strict.

One night, we argued about the car.

I hit her once

but then I couldn't stop.

My hand was like a spring.

She made these horrible faces.

So I carried on...

Two hours later,

dad came home and I killed him too.

The Italians put me in a mad-house

full of mafiosi and other scum.

After five years,

I was sick of being inside.

I had to get out.

So I got a train.

Ventimiglia, Menton, France...

I found freedom.

In France, I'm free.

Quiet! I've got a gun!

I'm a terrorist. We're going away.

Where's your car?

Head for Chambery.

There are road blocks.

They're after me, I'm a terrorist.

Turn right.

Not here! Turn left!

You're use less! Turn around!

If you cry, I'll kill you.

- I need a cigarette.

- I don't smoke.

Look in my bag.

- Are they there?

- No smoking!

Celine, you live in Annecy,

so why do you sleep here?

My boyfriend.

Why don't you live with him?

I only go when his wife's away.

That's bad. That's not love.

I love my wife.

She's a terrorist too.

Get undressed.

You're in love?

Don't want to cheat on him?

I watched from outside.

Did he f*** you?

Nothing to say?

I'm tired. I want to go home.

Why?

I have an exam tomorrow.

An exam? What in?

Endocrinology.

Hypophys is, hypothalamus...

Haematology too?

Yes.

- Are you a doctor?

- Not yet.

Doctors gave me strychnine

to make me talk. What a joke!

I stole your man's card

for amphetamines.

I want to stop sleeping,

like real terrorists.

I'm cold,

I'm putting my jumper back on.

I go to houses to eat or wash,

to make love to the women there.

My name's Paul.

My wife's a terrorist too.

Let's visit my friends.

I won't kill you but they might.

Do well in your exam.

If I fail, defend me with your gun.

Yes, I'll do that.

Stop here.

Let's say good bye.

If you talk, I'll kill you.

- You don't scare me!

- Hands up!

- Hands up!

- Drop it!

There was another attack

one week later.

A couple attacked in the night

for no reason.

Why didn't you call for help?

The children were

upstairs in bed.

How a bout his chin?

Sort of square...

He had dark hair,

untidier than that...

And clearer, more staring eyes...

And a scar on his left eyebrow....

Did he have a revolver or a pistol?

I can't say.

- Did it look like this?

- No.

- What colour?

- Black.

A Beretta.

How similar

would you say this portrait is?

Fairly similar.

He spoke French and English

yet you claim he's Italian.

That's right.

- Why do you say that?

- His accent.

Could it be fake?

No, I don't think so.

Ludovic! Dinner!

Ludovic?

Are you there?

I want money!

Have you got any?

Nothing.

We're taking your car.

You too. Get in!

Start it!

- Do you want the car?

- Shut up! Drive!

Here! Turn down here!

Stop.

Show me the gears.

Reverse! Hurry!

Leave the lights on.

Get out!

You too!

Walk!

Stop! Strip!

Everything! Take it all off!

You too!

Everything, I said!

Everything!

We found the car during the night.

At 3 am, outside a dance-hall,

a man attempted to steal a car.

Five rug by-players chased him

but he got away,

threatening them

with a crowbar and a gun.

- The car?

- Stolen in Veyrier on June 6.

Do the plates match?

Also stolen on June 12 or 13,

at La Javie, 200 km south of here.

Are you sure?

Two shots at the taxi, one

on the road, three in the night...

Fayolle's gun held six bullets.

It's empty now.

He couldn't shoot last night.

It's the same bloke.

The woman and her child,

another gratuitous attack.

The missing ones, Celine,

Fayolle... There's no motive.

He stole plates in La Javie,

a car in Veyrier. He's mad!

- Can you make sense of it?

- Maybe he has a hide-out here.

That idea's no good.

He's mad.

They say he has an accent.

Two of the women

think he's Italian.

They seem reliable.

- Have you called Interpol?

- Yes.

No Italian fugitives match up.

Celine Simon

had a long talk with him.

She thinks he knows a bout psychiatry.

He may well have been committed.

We have to check

the psychiatric files in Rome.

Thomas thinks we need

an international warrant.

You can't be serious?

People have said he's Dutch

or even Portuguese.

The bloke who said that

has never left Marseilles!

The man in pajamas wasn't sure.

But said it sounded odd

when he said "Hands up".

I can't get an intentional warrant.

- No link to Fayolle.

- The others then...

Use less, no one's been killed.

- Two missing, three attacked...

- They aren't dead.

Even with a case,

there's not enough proof.

Very good, your Honour.

- Why aren't you coming?

- I can't.

Where are you?

I'm on my way to Italy.

What for?

- You can't go to Italy.

- Why not?

- You told me why.

- That was bullshit.

My parents run a shop in Mestre.

I'm going to see them.

You don't look happy.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

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