The Red Circle Page #3

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You slipped up. I have to use it.

Even if it's against your nature,

you have to help me.

If not, I promise you,

you'll be in deep water.

All police have informers.

You know that.

You read the papers,

listen to radio, watch television.

Find me Vogel.

Is that all!

I don't even know him.

And this...

He a look-alike?

So you'll hear about him.

After this visit, I doubt it.

I repeat, tell them

it concerns your affair.

If you like, I can help out. I can

have you hauled in for 48 hours.

That way

your honor is intact.

Vogel never dealt with the Mob.

But he will now.

To lay low, he'll ask for help.

You'll hear about it. And so will I.

See you tomorrow.

Where to?

You, wherever you like.

Me, I'm going to bed.

I've been dying to for 48 hours.

I know...

A job coming from a prison guard

sounds dubious.

But we can start by checking it out.

That'll prove nothing.

But it'll be something to go by.

OK. Let's say we decide

to go ahead with the job.

We still need a marksman.

That's why I'm talking to you.

Me? Get it out of your head.

Between shooting two men

six feet away

and hitting a target at 100 feet,

there's a certain difference.

It's the difference between

an amateur and a professional.

And, despite appearances,

I'm no professional.

I knew a really good marksman

A policeman.

A crack policeman.

One of the best shots on the force.

But the corruption of his work

environment finally got to him.

Between my prison guard and

your cop, aren't we overdoing it?

Go see him. We'll run the risk.

Talk to him.

I remember his number.

He may not have moved.

Mister Jansen?

Speaking.

Excuse me, I was in the shower.

Who's this?

You don't know me.

A friend of a friend.

Can we meet?

Yes. Of course.

When and where?

I don't know...

Around midnight?

Sure. Where?

Fine.

They killed each other

over a few thousand francs.

If we find out whose money it is

we'd make sense of the killings.

We'd also have to track down

the other car.

If its driver has anything to do

with the money,

we'd have a better fix.

Think there's a connection

with Vogel?

Who knows?

He escapes in the morning

between Marseille and Paris,

and the next day, two guys

are found dead on the same route.

- Well?

- The tire casts of the 2nd car.

The car's not new.

Probably a '66 or a '67 model.

- What make?

- Ford, Chevrolet, Plymouth?

Anyone asks for me, my name

is Corey. I'll be over there.

Car Registration

This friend wants to keep

a low profile.

I want you to meet him

to discuss a job.

Two whiskeys.

No, thanks.

I never touch it.

A double.

You're real scum...

Insulting an officer

in the exercise of his duties.

Don't make things worse.

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