The Lookout Page #3

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Kaminsky refused.

Your son

pulled out a knife.

But Kaminsky

overpowered him.

We need to check

the levels.

- Yes, Dad.

You here

without an appointment...

to organise new identity papers...

Which should be ready in 48 hours?

-24 Hours.

- And you say...

you'll pay cash on the spot?

- I have the money on me.

- And if I refuse?

- I'll pay you double.

Triple if you want!

Does my money

smell like sh*t?

Calm down.

I know that you saw

And they sent you packing.

They didn't tell you why?

But I'll tell you why.

It's not that your dough

smells like sh*t.

It's you, Franck.

Barbara!...

What are you talking about,

Giovanni?

- Nobody will help you.

No less me than others.

We know what you did.

The cops are circulating

the info.

You're f***ed, Vernon.

I don't know what you're talking about...

it's all bullshit!

Giovanni, I swear to you,

it's all bullshit!

- Let me go!

- Giovanni!

Here, take it.

Come on, take it!

Take it...

- Pick up your money and get out!

Franck Vernon's just turned left...

he's here.

Go!

- Forward again! Horn

Two seconds!

Go back.

Turn off your engine!

Hands on your head!

Out of the car!

Against the car!

Hands behind!

Operation ended.

- Your interest is in Kaminsky.

- Vernon is not your problem.

He's more of a problem...

with the examiner and judge...

To explain the activities

of this screwball to them

Assuming

we get him there alive!

What do you mean by that?

I don't know exactly

what's between you and Kaminsky...

but you're a cop.

F***ing sh*t!...

Those girls were tortured

and killed

by that maniac.

Parents wracked with anxiety,

and all you can think of

is using Vernon as bait for Kaminsky?

Inspector...

we need to talk about

these long hours, you and me...

...under the law.

But it's finished.

I don't want any more of it.

You're wrong there.

I've come to warn you.

- For what?

- Vincent Kaminsky.

You're going to tell me

you've never heard of him...

...but listen to me anyway.

In case you haven't understood...

he fingered you.

He wanted you nicked...

You know why?

Because now he knows

where to find you

It bothers me to say it...

but I just did a bit of work for him.

But all help is welcome.

He waits patiently for 2 weeks.

He's there

behind the door.

He waits for me to bring you

before the judge...

When you're taken

out of the van, onto the steps...

just before you enter

the Palais de Justice...

Kaminsky...

will put a bullet

between your eyes.

And I'll stare down

at your oozing brains.

And I won't give a damn!

You can't let it happen.

But I can!

Put yourself in my place...

Your death makes one less bit of garbage.

I take advantage of it

to catch Kaminsky,

my bosses think I'm great...

everybody's happy.

Why are you

telling me all this?

Because I'm offering you

an alternative.

Tell the judge the truth...

Give all the details.

The number of victims.

Their names...

Be fully coperative, and you'll live.

But if you prefer

to play games,

don't forget

there's the journey

back to your cell.

Mattei in position 1.

We're there.

In position?

Yes boss,

all quiet here.

Position 2?

Nothing to report.

Position 3?

All quiet.

Mattei!

Have any of you seen something?

Respond!

Have you seen something?

F***ing hell!

Answer me!

Chief?

I see him!

He's on the roof

of the Chatelet Theatre.

Chief... do you hear me?

I hit him, chief.

He's wounded.

- Are you sure?

- Affirmative.

Position 2 to position 3.

Mattei's left his car.

Meyer... can you hear me?

Meyer... you OK?

Do you need help?

Are you hit?

Meyer... do you read me?

We're OK...

don't worry about us.

Get these off me!

You've got nowhere to run,

Vernon.

- Kaminsky!

- Kaminsky!

Drop your gun!

Did my son deserve this?

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