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There is no greater solitude than that of the samurai

unless it is that of the tiger in the jungle

perhaps.

Bushido (Book of the Samurai)

SATURDAY, APRIL 4 6:00 p.m.

Jef?

Tonight I got here at 7:15 and left at 2:00 a.m.

Impossible. Wiener just got back. He phoned to say he's coming at 2:00.

Then I was here from 7:15 to 1:45.

I like it when you come here, because you need me.

Call.

How long will you be here?

We rented the room for the night.

I'll be here at 2:00. Save me a seat.

Bring cash, in case you lose.

I never lose.

Not really.

- Who are you? - It doesn't matter.

What do you want?

To kill you.

General alert. Routine roundup.

Identity checks all night.

The killer is described as tall, young, wearing a raincoat and a hat.

I want at least 20 suspects from every precinct.

What's 400 suspects in a city of 10 million?

Get a move on. In an hour it'll be too late.

Police! Open up.

Identity check. Your papers, gentlemen.

How long have you been here?

Since 7:00.

Papers, please. And you?

Since 9:00... 9:15.

Your livelihood?

I get a full pension, sir. I'm a disabled veteran.

When did you get here?

At 2:00... 2:15.

Come with us for a routine check.

If you make a legitimate living, you'll be released at once.

Let's move it.

Silence!

Damolini, Ange Séraphin

Gros Caillou Precinct, age: 41, picked up in a bar

on Ave Bosquet, with a .32 automatic.

Take off your glasses.

What have you got to say?

Me? Nothing at all.

You were carrying a gun.

For what purpose?

Next.

This way.

Garcia, Juan, age: 47

and Delbarre, Jeanne, age: 51

picked up near Austerlitz station

the man carrying a .32 automatic.

Take off your hat.

You're not married?

Living together?

Why the gun?

Paris streets aren't safe at night.

It's just for self-defense.

I'll read your record:

1945, a 6-month prison sentence for inciting a minor to debauchery

1950, a 12-month sentence for drug trafficking

1952, attempted burglary

1955, a new sentence for procuring

1958, attempted murder

1960, manslaughter, given the benefit of the doubt...

Well?

Next.

Costello, Jef, age: 30

no criminal record, fits the description

not carrying any firearms.

The man wore a hat.

Put on your hat.

It wasn't a hat like that.

The hat he wore

was darker.

No, it was a light hat.

But he had a mustache, I think.

Why did you shave your mustache off?

I've never had a mustache.

I don't think it's him.

No, it's certainly not him.

Excuse me, but I say it's him.

I distinctly remember the silhouette.

And you?

Yes, sure, it could be him.

Where were you between 12:00 and 2:00?

At my girlfriend's.

The lucky lady's name and phone number?

Is it necessary?

A suspect without an alibi stays here.

Jane Lagrange, 11 Avenue Amiral Bruix.

- Phone number... - MacMahon 91-73.

Miss Lagrange, please.

Miss Lagrange alone.

Apart from the man outside that we found at your apartment

did you have another visitor last night?

We're not investigating your private life.

You can see whoever you like, whenever you like.

That's not an offense.

I just want to know if, before Mr. Wiener arrived at 2:00 a.m.

you had another visitor.

Until what time and who?

Until 1:45, a man.

So I understood. The same age as Mr. Wiener?

No, younger.

Thirtyish?

Yes, thirtyish.

From what time to what time?

From about 7:15 until 1:45.

How did you know it was 1:45?

I made him leave. I expected Mr. Wiener at 2:00.

I understand.

And now one last check:

the man's name...

Must I answer?

Yes, you must.

Jef Costello.

Excuse me a moment, please.

He didn't say he knew the victim?

- Why didn't you mention that? - It's not true.

You'll have to prove that.

No, it's up to you to prove the contrary.

What you can't deny

for very long anyway

are your regular visits to his club.

I've never set foot in there.

What exactly are you after?

Jef Costello's confession to a crime he didn't commit?

Isn't that going too far?

I'm about to make you change your tune.

Call you back.

Bring Wiener straight in here.

You arrived at Miss Lagrange's apartment at 2:00 or 2:15?

That's right.

Think carefully before you answer.

Did you have the feeling upon entering her apartment

that someone had just left?

Forgive me for being so blunt

but didn't you feel your spot was still warm?

Excuse me?

I have to insist.

I'm not very observant.

That's everyone's loss.

But I do remember something:

As I entered the building, someone turned on the light.

I saw a man on his way out. He walked past me.

Come to think of it, he was a few feet from Miss Lagrange's door.

He might have been coming out.

Could you recognize him?

No, I don't think so.

Let me try something.

Put on your coats and hats and line up in three rows.

Come with me.

Stand over there.

Switch coats with him.

And you switch hats.

Come this way, please.

Do you recognize the man you saw at 2:00 a.m. in Miss Lagrange's lobby?

Do you recognize anyone?

I have a composite image of the man I passed

a trench coat like that one

a hat like this one

or that one

and a face like his.

Just imagine if you were observant!

Come with me, please.

That's it.

I must ask you both to forgive me.

Our job leaves us no room for etiquette.

Can I go now?

Of course.

So much for people's private lives!

I'm investigating a homicide.

I have no choice when dealing with a suspect. Every minute counts.

Can I go now too?

Of course.

Take the lady home.

I'd like you to take one more look at Costello.

Try to be certain.

No "maybe" or "I think."

"Yes, it's him," or "No, it's not him." Got it?

Bring him in.

Do you recognize this man?

Did you see him come out of the office hallway?

Yes or no?

No, absolutely not.

Thank you. Step into my office.

Do you still recognize him as the man who came out of the hallway?

I can answer unequivocally.

That's what I'm asking you to do.

The answer is yes.

Step into my office.

Do you recognize this man?

No. Frankly, I don't think so.

Step into my office.

The same question.

I'm not sure now. I didn't see the man long enough.

Step into my office.

I don't know. I'm not sure.

I can't give you a definitive answer.

Thank you. Step into my office.

Now, madam, you're the only witness

who actually saw Martey's killer.

You were a few feet from him. I can hold him and destroy his alibi

since he's been formally recognized by a witness

or he walks out of here a free man on your word

and that's the end of it.

There's not the slightest doubt in my mind.

It's definitely not him.

Thank you, madam.

It's the least I can do.

Gentlemen, step outside.

SUNDAY, 5:45 a.m.

Can I go now?

I'm afraid so.

- How many suspects are left? - 9.

The same procedure for the 9.

That'll take care of our Sunday.

What do you think about Costello?

I never think.

1 Lord Byron Street.

He just entered 1 Lord Byron St.

I'll drive around to the Champs-Elysées side

then circle back here and see if he comes out.

Careful now: 1 Lord Byron St. has 2 exits.

The Champs-Elysées exit is at 116b.

- I'll pass it. - Stay there.

I'll double-park.

He just went into the metro.

Tail him. Try, anyway.

He got away. What do I do?

As usual when this happens: report back here.

It's done.

I know, but you were arrested.

It was nothing.

Fine. A promise made

We can't leave him on the loose.

He was picked up and held several hours by Homicide.

The fact they released him proves nothing.

He might still be a suspect.

I doubt it.

He came up with a terrific alibi.

- And if it doesn't hold up? - There's no way it won't.

It's a two-part alibi. They don't connect.

I'll admit they don't come any smarter.

That's why we hired him.

He carried out the contract:

to kill Martey without a trace.

He's a lone wolf.

A wounded wolf. He'll leave a trace now.

No. We have to get rid of him, and quick.

Since the police won't find the killer

they won't let him off the hook.

Despite his alibi, he's their main witness

by which I mean their main suspect.

We'll keep on his trail as well.

Make sure he doesn't give you the slip again.

Not a single clue, and yet something doesn't fit.

What's that?

I don't know.

He's not normal.

I can keep the other suspects for 48 hours

but him, no way.

- His alibi is airtight. - Too airtight.

Wiener's completely sincere

but I'm sure the girl's lying.

We have to break her so that she talks.

Then the D.A. can slap a perjury charge on her.

And little Jef Costello

will be sitting in this chair.

He'll just laugh in our faces.

I doubt it.

Ever see a guy stay handcuffed for 48 hours and not open his mouth?

I haven't seen many.

Stick with the girl, but don't lose his trail.

SUNDAY, 10:00 p.m.

- What will you have? - A whiskey.

If you were the man wanted by the police

you could say the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.

May I get in?

Why did you say you didn't recognize me?

Why did you kill Martey?

I was told I'd be paid.

What did he do to you?

Nothing at all. I didn't even know him.

The first and last time I saw him

was 24 hours ago.

What kind of a man are you?

But you knew Martey. Not having an alibi makes it worse for you.

I was driving back to Paris.

Without witnesses. You'll have to prove it.

Over here.

- The others? - Nothing.

- You'd think the informers were on strike. - Bite your tongue!

There's something new:

a package Costello dropped in the gutter.

- What's in it? - Bloody gauze and cotton.

He's wounded.

- Do you know where he is now? - Naturally.

I have to know who hated Martey enough to kill him.

Why should you care?

At the payoff, they tried to kill me.

To make sure it won't happen again

I have to find them before they find me.

The blond guy I was to meet on the overpass

didn't leave me much time to think.

I'd like to contact him and his employer.

You know them. They hired you.

No. I only saw a go-between.

You didn't identify me for one of two reasons.

Either you enjoyed playing with the police

or you were told not to recognize me.

Arrested, I'm a threat to the go-between

and so, indirectly, to the man who ordered the murder.

And?

If he's a friend of yours, I'll find him through you.

It's 6:10. Call me here in two hours.

MONDAY, 7:00 a.m.

Jef?

They're just awful.

I can't keep them from being overzealous.

What do you expect? In the police, a promotion means a lot.

When I was young, I was overzealous.

- And now you're a fatalist. - Exactly.

Things go your way or you give up.

I don't want to get a confession or a testimony by strong-arm tactics.

- You don't say! - I'm very tolerant.

I'm all for individual freedom:

live and let live

provided the way one lives

doesn't cause harm to others

doesn't disturb the peace

and can in no way be considered

an offense against public decency.

- Isn't that so? - Sure. What are you driving at?

Simply this: you declared under oath

that Jef Costello was here the night of the murder

from about 7:15 p.m. until 1:45 a.m.

- Is that right? - Quite right.

Let's suppose Costello wasn't here during those 6 hours

and I find out.

You'll be indicted for perjury, contempt of court

obstruction of justice

and accessory to murder.

You'll get at least 5 years.

5 years is a long time

especially for a girl your age.

If I tell you this

it's because

I have a daughter your age

and I'd feel really bad.

Would you now?

I would.

You're wrong not to believe me.

I think you're a nice girl

a very nice girl.

Your behavior in this proves one thing:

you've got pluck.

Not many girls would have done what you did for a friend.

Sorry...

a boyfriend.

You're above reproach

but compared to you, he's no good at all.

Have you seen him since?

I figured as much.

That little louse!

Know where he is now?

Want to know?

I'll tell you anyway.

He's at that pianist's place from the club.

They've been inseparable since that night.

It seems like true love.

You don't look too concerned.

Don't you love him?

Well, well.

I thought you did.

What with all the risks you took for him

I thought you must really love him.

You're not much of a psychologist.

That must be it.

Yet I figured he was your

what's the word? your "soul mate"

while the gentleman

Wiener

was there to pay the bills.

It's strange. Girls like you are virtually prostitutes.

Ever give it any thought?

You should. It could blow up in your face.

If the vice squad starts in after you

those boys mean business.

You need to be covered (no pun intended).

And you want to cover me?

Even better.

I want to help you, get you out of this.

Your statement:

if you tell me now, without witnesses

that Costello wasn't here the night of the murder

I'll tear it up and we'll forget it:

no perjury charge, nothing

and you won't have to make a new statement.

And the vice squad?

You have my word. Nothing will happen.

I knew you were a smart girl.

In other words, you want me to perjure myself

in return for which I'll be left alone

but if I stick to the truth and get in your way

then I won't hear the end of it. Is that it?

Not quite.

The truth is not what you say.

It's what I say

whatever the methods I use to get to it.

So then

is it yes?

It's no.

As you like

but we'll meet again.

Hang it up.

We made 2 mistakes.

The first was to think your arrest was a police trap.

The second was to worry you'd be a threat to us.

That's why I tried to kill you.

But we think we need to make a fresh start.

Here's the remainder of the 2 million for Martey.

Remember, the deal said, no problems.

Imagine how we felt when you were picked up.

Now we want something else.

Here's another 2 million

in advance this time

for the same kind of operation:

another contract.

No answer?

I never talk to a man holding a gun.

Is that a rule?

A habit.

On your feet.

I'll answer you with a question. Who sent you?

I'm not free to tell you that.

You were free to kill me on the overpass.

Look at me.

I won't ask you a third time.

Who? Name and address.

It's nobody you know. He isn't someone like us.

Don't test my patience.

Olivier Rey.

Address...

73 Boulevard Montmorency.

That's how you end up out of work.

Now about this new contract

He found the bug.

He'll be on his guard even more.

When he leaves his place, you're to stick to him like glue.

Our plan of attack is ready.

He knows the metro like the back of his hand.

I want flawless surveillance this time.

You're in charge of surface vehicles.

You cover the metro. I'll give you 50 men and 20 auxiliaries.

You'll all wear a gallium arsenide transmitter.

When you see Costello, switch to this position

when you lose contact, this position.

If you pick up contact, switch it back, and so on.

I'll stay here as liaison between the vehicles and the metro unit.

Dismissed.

Car 11 ready.

Car 13 ready.

Car 38 ready.

Car 41 ready.

Here we go. Contact established.

Contact broken. He got off at Jourdain.

Reestablish contact at all costs.

A car to Place des Fêtes, another to Botzaris

a third to Pré-St-Gervais.

Message received. We're on it.

Car 167 to Botzaris.

Car 16 to Place des Fêtes. Car 39 to Pré-St-Gervais.

I was on the wrong side.

- What happened? - Boss

- What? - We lost him.

- How? - On the moving walkway.

He can't have come up yet. I have a man at each exit.

Got enough men?

No, I'm waiting, but the other cars aren't here yet.

I hope he uses an exit we have covered.

- And the platform? - Covered.

I'm warning you, Jef. This is the last time.

OK.

Did you hear me?

I think I did. Well, I had a feeling.

Maybe it was just because I wanted you to come.

Are you in trouble?

Because of me?

I've never been in trouble because of you.

Did they hassle you?

But what about you?

Don't you need me?

Yes, you do.

What can I do?

What can I do, Jef?

Nothing.

Don't worry. I'll work it all out.

What do you want?

Have you got the 4 million?

Did you accept the new contract?

You shouldn't have come.

I'm leaving.

Don't stay here.

Why, Jef?

I was paid to.

You had a close call.

If it weren't for us, you'd be dead.

Wrong.