The War Is Over Page #2

using the passport.

But on the phone

they don't give you away?

No, they didn't give me away.

It's my lucky star.

Without my own little star,

I'd long since be dead or in jail.

Anyway, Nadine will explain.

Sallanches' daughter.

She's the one who answered the phone.

- Do you know her?

- No, I don't know any of them.

I know all about them,

but I don't know any of them.

It's odd you should speak

of a lucky star.

I've always thought

some people have lucky stars.

- You've never gone to their house?

- No, never.

So you really think

they stopped us by chance?

- Of course.

- Why?

Didn't you see? They stopped

another black Citroen behind us.

- Are you sure? I didn't notice.

- A suspect car is reported...

so they search all cars

of the same make and color.

- Suspect? How?

- There's still smuggling going on.

I've seen them search our cars

for gold, for example.

They found propaganda

hidden in the frame.

What happens then?

That depends. If it's in France,

jail, a fine, house arrest.

Nothing too terrible.

But if it's in Spain...

It's time to open up shop.

I'm going to get some sleep.

Antoine must be at the station.

- What if your guy's already crossed?

- Impossible.

- Do I know him?

- I'm sure you do. He goes so often.

But under many different names.

Something about this whole affair

still worries me.

What?

- How did they know I was in Madrid?

- They couldn't know.

The inspector took a stab in the dark

and just happened to get it right.

With all the arrests in Madrid,

aren't you on the spot too?

If I were, do you think the Spanish

police would have let me get away?

- Good luck, Carlos.

- Thanks.

Good-bye.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Greetings, friend.

- Greetings, Rafael.

- Has Juan arrived?

- Juan? No news of Juan.

- You weren't expecting him?

Sometimes I don't know who's coming.

They just ask me to get a car ready.

One way to Paris

and a visitor's pass.

Have many been crossing lately?

Yesterday, two cars to Andalusia,

using their vacation to work for us.

Today, the same car that goes

to Bilbao every two weeks.

I've got a car ready, ordered by Paris.

No idea who it's for.

- For how long?

- The week.

- Maybe that one's for Juan.

- I think he'd go through Perpignan.

- Why?

- He's been using this side too much.

Perpignan. You don't know

who handles the crossings there?

It's not my district. Anyway, what

can you accomplish by going there?

Can you tell me

what's going on with Juan?

The bookseller brought a letter

saying Juan would arrive in Madrid.

He must be stopped from going.

Have there been arrests?

There's been no word in the press.

It's too early. It just started.

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