The Day of the Jackal Page #6

I regret to say that

we have lost track of him.

Temporarily, I hope.

But he simply disappeared.

Could that mean he's changed his mind?

We've obviously scared him off.

Is it possible he's decided to give up?

His only chance to escape is

to get across the border fast.

I think he's still in France.

He may be waiting.

Waiting for what?

- I don't know.

But I don't think we can assume

that he's given up.

Good morning.

Madam,

there is a gentleman--

Surprised?

Thank you, Michael.

Do that later, Ernestine.

- Yes, madam.

Yes, I am surprised.

- Why?

Your husband's still away,

isn't he?

Why did you come here?

To see you.

I had to.

But why?

Does it matter?

Make a search of hills,

farmhouses, cafes and hotels...

...in a ten-kilometre radius

from the scene of the crash.

Look for a fair-haired, young

foreigner with two suitcases.

He may have been injured

and gone into hiding.

The police were here yesterday

looking for you.

Did they say they were coming back?

Only that I should phone if--

I know you stole that car.

It has a local license plate.

I know it must be very serious.

I don't mind.

You can tell me what you've done.

You can stay here.

It's safe.

But you must tell me, Paul.

I won't say anything.

Good-bye, Mr. Duggan.

Your coffee, madam.

Madam?

Good morning.

A single ticket to Paris, please.

What class?

- Second.

How soon will the train be here?

- In an hour.

Platform one.

- Thank you.

Your papers.

Danish?

- Please?

Denmark?

- Yes.

What is your business here?

I'm a schoolteacher on holiday.

Madam?

Commissioner, Madame de Montpellier

has been murdered.

Do they know who did it?

- It sounds like Duggan.

He arrived at her place yesterday,

but disappeared again with her car.

There's no need for secrecy.

It's a straight murder hunt now.

Put out a general alert for Duggan.

Describe the car.

Listen, I've found that car.

The gendarmes by the railway

station say only three men...

...boarded the midday train to Paris.

Two were locals...

...and the third was a teacher

travelling on a Danish passport.

Age:
about 34. Five feet ten,

brown hair, blue eyes.

He can't remember the name.

What time is that train due

at Austerlitz station?

Ten past 7:
00.

Come on.

You know a good Turkish bath?

- Of course.

Take me there.

It's obvious that the Jackal

has been tipped off all along.

And yet he's decided

to go ahead, regardless.

He's simply challenged the whole lot of us.

Are you suggesting there's a leak

from inside this room?

I can't say.

We think the Jackal is now in

Paris with a new name and face...

...probably masquerading

as a Danish schoolteacher.

Minister?

- Can you estimate...

...how many Danes might have

entered Paris this afternoon?

Probably several hundred

at this time of the year.

We must check on the men personally.

I'll have every hotel visited

at midnight and 3:00 a.m.

All registration cards will be collected.

Every likely Dane will be investigated.

Good.

In the meantime, I'll try

to persuade the president...

...to cancel all public appearances.

You're getting all steamed up.

I think so.

I haven't seen you here before.

- No, I'm on holiday from Denmark.

Really?

I know Copenhagen very well.

Unfortunately,

I come from Silkyborge.

It's a very small town.

My name is Jule.

Jule Bernard.

Lundquist.

Perl Lundquist.

Perhaps you would like

to come for a drink at my home?

I live quite nearby.

That would be nice.

So this Jackal

has a Danish passport, right?

Mm-hmm.

He must have got it somewhere.

- Yes.

If he's had to dye his hair,

it looks as if he stole it.

Yes, go on.

Since his trip to Paris in July,

he's been based in London.

The chances are he stole it

in one of those two places.

What would you do if you were

a Dane and lost your passport?

I'd go to the consulate.

Are you calling Thomas?

- Yes.

Then the Danish Consul in Paris.

- Good.

How is it going?

- Not well.

We're interviewing every man

about five feet eight.

No Danish schoolteacher

has turned up though.

Have the list sent to my office.

- Right.

You are quite right, sir.

A Danish schoolteacher

had his passport stolen...

...at London Airport on July 1 2.

Name:
Perl Lundquist

of Copenhagen, age 33.

Five feet ten,

chestnut brown hair, blue eyes.

That's it. That's the one.

Perl Lundquist.

Look him up. Yes?

There isn't one.

- What?

One moment, Superintendent.

I don't understand it.

There isn't a Lundquist

on the hotels list. Not one.

The following conversation was

recorded at 6:
1 5 this morning.

The number being dialled

was identified as Molitor 5901.

Hello.

- Yes?

Denise.

- Valmy here.

They know he's a Danish schoolteacher.

They're visiting every hotel in Paris.

The contact was arrested an hour ago.

Unfortunately, the information

came from this room.

Whose voice was that?

I regret to have to inform you, Minister...

...that it was the voice of a friend of mine.

She's staying with me at the moment.

Excuse me.

I feel we owe you an apology.

- Thank you.

I must report that the president

will not change his mind.

Excuse me.

It's occurred to me that we've

got two days to catch the Jackal.

What? Why?

How do you know?

It was silly of me not to have seen it before.

The president has no engagements

outside the palace...

...today, tomorrow or Saturday?

- Nothing.

And what is Sunday,

August 25?

Of course.

Liberation Day.

That's what he's been waiting for.

We have a little over 48 hours.

We must have been blind,

gentlemen.

All we need is the passport

photograph of Perl Lundquist.

Copenhagen promised to send it

by this evening's conference.

There is one thing.

How did you know whose telephone to tap?

I didn't,

so I tapped all of them.

Are you home already?

We now have the passport

photograph of Perl Lundquist.

The ban on publicity is off.

This is now a straight murder hunt.

Lundquist's photo will appear

in the papers tomorrow morning.

We'll have news flashes on TV

every 30 minutes.

Every policeman and CRS man in Paris...

...will be on the street to check the papers...

...of anyone remotely

resembling the suspect.

Every detective will be

called off his job to help.

How many men does that make?

- Almost a hundred thousand.

Commissioner Lebel.

- Yes?

My congratulations

on the splendid job you've done.

We shall take over from now on.

We need detain you no longer.

And, again, thank you.

Did you see it?

- See what?

Your face on the TV just now.

- What do you mean?

I was passing a TV rental shop,

and I saw your face.

Never.

- Yes.

Don't turn it off.

What was it about?

- I don't know...

...but I swear it was you.

See?

We apologize for interrupting

with the following announcement.

Police are still searching for the murderer...

...of Madame de Montpellier.

His name is Perl Lundquist,

and this is his photograph.

If you have seen this man,

contact the police immediately.

For God's sake,

wake up, will you?

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