The Crook Page #8

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- By tossing...

- Right, I'd be killed.

Right, if it was head, tails, no matter how.

When I saw they weren't joking,

I knew I was screwed.

Given the circumstance, I understand.

- That's right.

- Go on.

- I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

As soon as the guy flipped it...

the other one took his revolver out...

because the Swiss already had a revolver.

I tried to escape, but there was no way out,

and the wall behind me.

They used blanks, or they missed,

but I'm here.

So they must have used blanks.

Blank cartridges, that is.

Right, they're called blanks.

You're well acquainted with ballistic terms.

- No, but I've heard the word.

- Then?

They aimed and fired,

but I didn't know they weren't real bullets.

Of course not.

The worst was not knowing

what would happen to me.

I kept wondering if it was a dream.

And they made me sit down,

because I was at the end of my rope.

- Because they'd cornered you.

- Because they'd cornered me.

You were frightened.

Yes, I was frightened, scared to death.

What sort of things did they ask you?

They didn't ask me anything.

- No questions?

- Not one single question.

- Did you ask them anything?

- I asked them to tell me why.

Why what?

"Just tell me why," I said.

- And they answered...

- They wouldn't say.

And after, they made you sit down.

That's right.

I was sitting at the table and writing.

You see, they made me write.

That's why I'm here, so you would know.

That I was forced.

Because of what I wrote.

You must have the letter.

It was supposed to come special delivery.

You should have received it by now.

If you didn't, you will any minute.

From you?

From me, but they forced me to write it.

They told me what to write.

I wrote what they said.

Can you remember what you wrote?

Very well.

They made me say

that I planned the whole thing.

You were the one?

I planned the whole thing.

The Swiss, innocent.

Mr. Gallois, you're behaving very strangely.

I'm sorry, I'm a bit upset.

- Perhaps it's a defense mechanism.

- Perhaps.

Inspector, may I see you

for a minute, please?

No, not right now, I'm busy.

That must be it, the special delivery.

It's the special delivery.

I'll be right there.

Excuse me, I won't be long.

You'll see that I was telling you the truth.

Relax, I'll be right back.

Yes, sir.

Well, Mr. Gallois,

it was a special delivery letter.

Is that it?

Yes, that's it.

Of course, it doesn't mean anything.

It was obviously written under threat.

After all, Mr. Gallois,

surely we have more confidence...

in the word of a man who works in a bank...

than the word of a man who holds up banks.

Go home, give little Daniel a big kiss,

and forget it. Here.

Better yet.

There. Over with.

What's over with?

It's over with.

It can't be. These guys are still on the loose.

- But you're with us.

- What about me?

But you're with us. We've been warned.

Even if you've been warned...

They'll never try to pull

the same thing twice. We know them.

- You can relax.

- How about having a drink?

Beer, a Coke?

A Coke it is.

- Would you like a drink?

- No, not now, thanks.

There you are, Mr. Gallois.

- You're sure?

- Yes.

To your health.

Do you like music?

It depends on what.

Where's the money?

It's on ice.

What about mine?

Your share's on ice, too.

But we agreed I was to get my share tonight.

I changed my mind.

They never gave me a cent.

Not a cent.

They kept it all.

DEVELOPMENTS IN THE GALLOIS CASE

Daniel's father confesses:

"I kidnapped my own son."

We are scheduled to land

at New York's Kennedy Airport...

at 6:
00 p.m. Local time.

Excuse me, sir.

What did you tell Martine?

I told her I was going to Montreal.

And the cook?

Let's see, what did I tell the cook?

Excuse me, gentlemen,

would you like something to drink?

Yes, a beer.

- And you sir?

- Champagne.

I told her Montreal, too.

No foam on it, please.

Not smart.

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like

to present tonight's in-flight film.

Excuse me, sir.

Pity, I saw it.

How was it?

When I saw it, I had a lot on my mind.

All the evil I'm doing

Will lead me to my ruin

Wait and see

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your captain speaking.

We're moving into a heavy fog bank...

which has moved in over New York

and the entire Eastern Seaboard.

We'll be landing instead in Montreal.

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