The Lookout

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- I'm Mattei,

I am in charge...

of the biggest criminal case

of my career.

And we suspect you of being

the sniper who targeted...

my men...

while your accomplices

were getting away.

It's just that we haven't been able to find

any ID on you

to identify you.

And your weapon can't be found.

Nobody knows you.

You do not exist.

That's just it...

That proves to me

that you're the man

I'm looking for.

Nicolas Ricci, Italian, age: 35.

Several convictions

for armed robbery.

We've been on his tail

for 3 weeks.

This morning he made contact

with three individuals

we haven't identified.

If my intuition's correct, at 10 am

they're going to knock off a bank.

The fifteenth in two years.

We'll have 5 minutes

to lock down the area.

- What about the civilians?

Won't it be dangerous?

In two years, they haven't

run into a cop

or fired a shot.

- They're not stupid.

- How do you know?

You've never been there

to test their stupidity.

Why've you left it so late?

It hasn't been my decision...

Captain Meyer.

So get yourselves ready,

including bullet-proof vests.

I've been asked to help you...

That's all I'm doing.

Just do what I say.

Police... please get your

customers out of the way.

Police... please get your

customers out of the way.

Federal police...

we're conducting an operation

in this area.

All ready...

just waiting for them to come out.

- Olivier?

D'you see?

Everybody down!

- Nobody move!

- Waiting.

Police, drop your weapons!

What the f***'s going on?

It'll be right!

Go, go, go!

- What is...

...this mess?

- Hands up!

- You! Drop your weapon!

- Get out!

- Get out of the car!

- Come on, it's over! Give up!

- Don't move!

- Take it easy!

Gotta get outta here!

- Sniper!

- Take cover!

- Sniper!

Get under cover!

Stop!... cops!

Cut them off!

Smash through them!

Ryan! Ryan!

Get him out!

Eric! Sh*t!

Take cover!

- If you shoot again, you're dead.

Can't take any more!

Deep breath Nico!

On your knees.

- Do not move!

Drop your gun.

Hurry up, dammit!

Nico will die!

- What happened, Vincent?

- How come the cops were there?

- Cool it!

Nobody screwed up...

OK?

- I'm going to die.

- You're not gonna die.

- We'll get a doctor.

All our contacts are screwed.

He's right.

- I got someone who can fix him.

- Who?

A doc out in the sticks.

- We'll switch cars and go there.

Come on!

We're at the doc's...

don't you worry.

Local cop.

He's missing a round.

He wounded one of the gang.

That got them mad.

He's lost a lot of blood.

You did right by bringing him.

The artery's affected,

but it's superficial.

The vital organs were missed.

You not practising anymore?

Legally?

- Yes, for some time.

- Why did you stop?

What's it matter?

I don't want my friend

operated on by some butcher..

Nevertheless,

if I do nothing, he'll die.

Then?... I stop now...?

You take over?

So either shut up

or get out.

- What did you want me to do?

The f***er was gonna shoot me...

I had to plug him!

So?

- So we wait.

- Wait for what... a total f***-up?

- 2-3 weeks then try again?

- With the cops up our ass?

You're really giving me

the shits!

Whoa!

Sit down.

We'll see...

...what happens.

Somebody squealed.

Nobody squealed...

they were doing their job.

Inspector Mattei.

Where is he?...

where's your husband?

Where's he hiding?...

Why would he be?

You know what that is?

The magazine isn't full.

One round's gone.

It was Nico who copped it.

In the stomach.

If he doesn't get to a doctor,

he's finished.

I don't know anything.

- You know what I think?

You know where they are...

you know everything.

I'm asking you to think about him.

If he's not found,

he'll die.

You'll never see him again.

This is what you want?

He never tells me anything... Ever!

What about my money?

Don't worry, you'll get paid.

The money the YOU

already owe me!

Your job paid off didn't it?

t's still not my money.

I can't give it to you.

- When do you divvy up?

- I dunno.

Vincent decides.

Vincent? What Vincent?

We got millions... and you're

breaking my balls about 10,000?

And you've shown this guy to Vincent?

He knows about him?

Answer me!

When the migraines

burst your brain,

when you crawl, snivelling

on the ground,

is he the one you call?

Or is it me?

You've only got one friend.

That is me.

Good.

I extracted the bullet

and stitched up the wound...

but he needs to be

closely monitored.

There might be complications.

It's best...

...to keep him here

for at least 24 hours.

We can not stay.

I'll stay here

until he can be moved.

And then?

I'll take him

somewhere safe.

My friends will know

what to do.

How long will it take?

At least 2 months.

I go to prepare...

...something to eat.

Thanks.

We'll do the split

in two months.

In the usual place.

- This is too long, Vincent.

Nothing happens

without Nico.

I'll hide the money.

Police emergency...

The shooter you're looking for is hiding...

...at 33 Rue des Archives in Ivry.

You aren't the usual type

of armed robber.

How many top-class shooters

like you are there? 100, 200?

It doesn't matter...

...whatever time it takes,

but your photo will be circulated

to every station in France...

...and to agencies world-wide.

And I'll end up

finding out who you are.

That'll lead me

to your accomplices.

- Catherine Baumont.

She's my lawyer.

- Ah...

How did you know

that I was in Paris?

You've got some cheek though.

Two years since you disappeared.

Not a word.

Nothing.

I've made a new life.

- I know.

Why am I here?

- I need you.

Where are they?

You've got no alibi.

You have no legal address.

And Mattei...

...believes you're the one.

Given the seriousness of the case,

you won't get bail.

You'll have to do a deal.

Out of the question.

So what do you expect

from me?

I wanted to see you again,

but not like this.

Just get me out.

You're sniper's name

is Vincent Kaminsky.

some gunmen did a warehouse.

The law arrived,

but took a sniper bullet.

He wasn't killed.

Your suspect is a precision shooter.

He uses another name,

but he's Kaminsky... one and the same.

No weapon, no evidence.

Catherine Baumont had him out

in a few days.

He disappeared without trace.

Here he is in Paris

using just the same method.

- A marksman?

Anyone in your squad?

I've found nothing

in army records.

Need to look...

...in the areas of 'black ops'.

It's top-secret.

Same for me.

So that's the way it is?

You cover for this c*nt?

You protect one of your own

I want that f***ing file.

Otherwise all the press will know

you let a crack shot...

...do exactly what he wanted.

- Who are you?

Eric, a friend of Vincent's.

- What do you want?

You're more than just his lawyer.

- So what?

We need to get him

a message.

- This depends on the message.

- A plan to help him escape.

They want to blast open

the front wall...

...and charge the prison.

Totally insane.

What else

did Eric tell you?

That it would cost a lot.

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