"NADA" "This story is pure fiction." "And therefore not unimaginable." "A Sancerre." "I got a meeting at 2 and I'm hungry." "Got your car?" "Out front." " I owe you?" " 2 francs." "Thank you." "Been back in France long?" "3 weeks." "Seen the guys?" "Nobody." "In the glove compartment." "What you up to now?" "That's enough!" "Been in Mexico?" "Yeah, around." "Algeria, Guinea, Mexico." "Cuba?" "Cuba?" "Si!" "Get kicked out?" "Don't bug me." "What d'you want?" "Me and my comrades need an expert." "What kind?" "I'm expert in lots of things." "Me and the comrades in question want to grab the US Ambassador to France." "Lemme explain!" "I heard enough." "Screw you!" "Another Sancerre." "Thus according to Schopenhauer the solipsist is a madman enclosed in an impregnable citadel." "Any questions?" "Next is contemporary rationalism and its variants." "I want a volunteer for an exposé on Gabriel Marcel." "Don't rush!" "Mr. Ducatel busy this weekend?" "I'm going hunting." "With the hounds?" "Yes, sir." "You'll still do the exposé for Monday." "You may go..." "Quietly!" "With 60-buck clod-hoppers!" "French swine!" "Vee gafe you hell in '40!" "Vee vill do it again!" "Ja!" "Ya schmuck!" "Get outta there and be a man!" " Up yours!" " You crazy?" "Me schizo-phreno-polyglot!" "Dirty Hun!" "Lousy schmuck!" "What about your expert?" "He refused." "We'll do without him." "It's dumb." "Somebody's here." "See ya tonight." "On behalf of scholarships for med students from Brittany..." "Screw you!" "Look, Dad..." "Me your Dad?" "Screw!" "I'm earnin' my way..." "You're wrong." "Marcel Treuffais speaking." "Buenaventura Diaz." "You awake already?" "That d'Arey turd phoned." "His shitty expert refuses." "To hell with 'im!" "No, the guy knows too much." "I gotta see what he's like." "Forget it!" "I'll go tonight." "Comin'?" "To tell him what?" "To shut up." "Forget it!" "I'll be late for the meeting." "If ya want." "I want!" "Anything else?" "Me neither..." "See ya tonight!" "Son of a bitch!" "For God's sake, stop it!" "Oh, go on!" "Go ahead!" "You make me shit!" "Hurry up!" "Cut yourself shaving again?" "Eczema!" "I can't help scratching it!" "Mr. Diaz, your pals were noisy going out this morning." "Really?" "Tell'em not to do it again!" " Don't worry." " But it's a helluva thing!" "Your identity papers?" "Profession?" "Musician." "It says "student"." "I was a student when I got it." "Got a light?" "No." "You better get it changed." "Alright." "It's open." "I dreamed I was gettin' a blow-job." " Your expert's address?" " In the book." " His name?" " Epaulard." "Galileo St.?" "Who is it?" "Guess." "Finished?" "Thomas!" "Carlos!" "I'm no longer Carlos." "I'm no longer Thomas." "Andre Epaulard is my real name." "Buenaventura Diaz is my real one." "It'd have to be!" "Why'd you jump me?" "I didn't know it was you." "This calls for a drink." "It's been ages." "Yeah, 1962." "What ya been doin'?" "Algiers." "I worked with the Pablists." "What a crud!" "Still anarchist?" "As you can see." "Are you with a guy named d'Arey?" "The Ambassador job?" "That d'Arey's off on cloud 9." "Stay away!" " I could argue the point." " Not with me." "That's why you came here?" "His expert said no." "I wanted to be sure the expert'd shut up." "When the word's out, it's out." "You really want to pull it off?" "What a bunch of kooks!" "In '60 we were a bunch of kooks including you." "In '60 we had a goal." "Come off it!" "You like Moslem Marxism?" "No theoretical discussions!" "Do as you please." "We're meeting at Treuffais' tonight." "This address." "Never mind." "I'll leave it anyway." "What's that crap on your door?" "Legal Advisor?" "A deal that went haywire." "We had a pigeon for the Algerian war hoard game." "I needed a front." "But my pal was had by some Turks in Germany and our pigeon flew!" "So I got an apartment, paid for 1 month and a '59 Galaxy." "Not much." "We'll retain you as our expert." "With the ransom money?" "You'll never see it!" "How do you know?" "Come tonight." "See you tonight." "I oughta kick off now!" "Shit!" "I'll make my report." "The US Ambassador's routine's pretty normal." "He's an Episcopalian... named Poindexter." "Sundays he goes to church at 8 a." "M here on George V Avenue and never sleeps at the embassy." "He goes home every night." "Goes once in a while to the American Hospital in Neuilly twice in the 3 months we've tailed him but on 1 point he's set like a time-bomb." "Each week he spends an evening in a private club on Kleber Avenue and Manchette Street." "Say that again?" "Ambassador Poindexter spends each Friday evening in a private club... on the corner of Kleber and Manchette." "It's a brothel." "A what?" "A house of pleasure." "The most costly and proper there is." "Another breach for the Popular Front attack!" "The almost official house with police protection when an African chief stops in Paris." "Great!" "Think of the scandal!" "Ambassador kidnapped by leftists in brothel." "Page 1 in the Canard!" "Pretty as a dead priest but we'll check out other possibilities." "Very irregular timetable." "We could aim for the church." "Or his home." "Anybody could be at his home." "The FBI or who knows what." "Eliminate that." "Too many people in church." "We'd need machine guns to cover'em." "That leaves the brothel." "We'll see." "Let's hear your backgrounds police records, when'n why." "Buen, they spotted you and d'Arey in '60." "Any trouble since?" "Questioned twice in '68." "In Paris and Flins, both times at Beaujon." "You?" "Nothing." "I've had no contact with the police." "Me neither." "Sounds clean enough to me." "The same thing." "10:40." "A bunch arrives every half hour." "We'll go at 11:00." "The smocks?" "In my car trunk with the lead weights." "Parked far away?" "About 100 yards." "Another round!" "I'm surprised to see you." "Why?" "After what Diaz said." "He's in it with us but doesn't believe anymore in the revolution." "We do!" "He's only acting out of despair." "Why don't you shut your big mouth!" " Nearly quarter of." " Let's go!" "Give'em time to strip." "They got no fireworks!" "In their jackets." "We studied the sedimentation rate and guess what we found." "Other side, in your booth." "Dr. Moreau's not there?" "I got one." "And I got one." "That makes four." "Let's go." "Fish in a barrel!" "We should a grabbed some ammo!" "Ammo's no problem." "Cash!" "André Epaulard." "He's in it with us." "The Ambassador." "I didn't expect you." "We've got potatoes and steaks in the car." "Garage open?" "I'll get the grub." "Want a Scotch?" "Fine." "Ice?" "No ice." "You look like Vailland." "You don't like him?" "A little." "You knew him?" "No, novels bore me." "I'm like the bourgeoise girl in "Drule de Jeu"." "What the hell of it?" "Want me to break you in?" "You begin to worry me." "I'm not gonna work with any clowns on this job." "Alright, alright..." "Show me around instead." "There's a sort of dining room." "Upstairs is ground level, too." "I feed them." "I put chow on." "House ok?" "See the map?" "Later." "Anything wrong?" "A girl around bothers me." "I'm no girl, I'm a whore since I came to France." "Don't exaggerate!" "I'm a kept woman." "The dude who lent me the house is in the USA." "Up, up and away!" "And he didn't hump'er!" "He did." "Secrets?" "Yes." "Mustn't think I'm unattainable!" "How come you're in on this deal?" "To put an end to this civilized state!" "Beneath my cold exterior flames of brutal hate seethe against technocratic capitalism which is only a gutted eunuch." "Want more?" "Don't worry." "She's a misunderstood bitch." "Epaulard left me off." "The hideout's ok." "How's the manifesto?" "Finished." "Here." "It's set for Friday." "What'd ya think?" "Nothing's ready." "The cars, the ammo..." "No sweat." "Epaulard's seeing to it." "You believe this?" "Leftist and State-run terrorism are the two jaws of the same idiot trap." "You mustn't take..." "I mean, listen..." "You don't think we'll quit now?" "Yes." "Quit if ya want." "I want to stick with you." "Just delay the job till we discuss it." "There's nothing to say..." "Nothing to discuss." "Sorry, Treuffais." "You've changed sides." "It's 'cause I'm a libertarian communist..." "I ask for a delay." "Libertarian commie, my ass!" "You all catch the same disease!" "You're not the 1st!" "You got Marxist clap!" "Political clap!" "I'm gettin' outta here!" "I already know what you'd say." "The press'll say it." "We've known each other for years and..." "Can it or I'll belt ya!" "He quit?" "Yeah." "I don't like it." "Did he say why?" "You'll laugh but I doubt he's politically convinced." "I'm supposed to laugh?" "You're not convinced either." "Enough!" "Maybe he'll chicken and spill it all to the cops." "I guarantee his loyalty." "I trust him as much as I do you." "Alright." "We go." "D'Arey, the Ambassador's photos." "Here's 10 boxes of 25." "Have a good trip!" "It's 9:00." "Get going." "Right away." "I blocked the street." "Half-assed nut!" "Turn right." "I know." "The side-lane." "That's it." "10:20." "Meyer comes in 5 minutes." "Five minutes later, you double-park out front." "We know." "I'm an ex-client." "You don't know me." "You won't let me in just on my looks and I'm not a member but some friends recommend me to Madam Gabrielle especially my good friend Bichon." "She must know his name." "Just a moment." "Bichon?" "There's always a Bichon." "I don't recognize you but if Bichon sent you..." "you're welcome in the bar, Mr...?" "...my protégé." "Come in." "You'll note his simplicity, not to say abruptness." "I always offer the first drink." "Gentlemen?" "Scotch." "A gin fizz." "You crazy?" "Hand up on on the glasses, fists clenched." "Fingers shut!" "I got no money!" "You're a liar, little lady!" "Many clients here now?" "Hurry up or I'll widen your trap a bit!" "3 clients, 2 girls." " Others due?" " Of course." "Soon!" "You'd better stop this." "Where's Poindexter's room?" "Him?" "You leftists?" "Shut up!" "What room?" " The Blue." " Where?" "1st door, top of the stairs." "You can't do this!" "I got protection!" "You can't!" "Don't put a gag on me!" "Do I look like I'd holler?" "Sit down." "Sit down!" "Watch'em." "Buen, come up with me." "Salome!" "Don't make a move!" "Don't move!" "We're no sadists." "I'll knock you out but it won't show." "Relax." "Pity!" "Do as I say and you won't be hurt." "Got it?" "Pity!" "I have a wife!" "Shut up!" "Stand up!" "Go first." "Follow him." "Move!" "Act up and I'll kill you." "Pity!" "See to him and the phone lines!" "You madmen!" "Tell Mme. Gabrielle I've a message for the American." "With pleasure." "Come in." "You'll have to wait in the bar." "No thanks." "Come on." "Bring him along!" "Our discretion's shot!" "Take off!" "On the ass!" "Now I'm a killer!" "Pity!" " Shut up!" " Quiet!" "You only knocked out a French cop." "I killed the cop." "With a slingshot?" "I killed'im!" "I wanna get drunk till I pass out!" "Not just now!" "Pity!" "Pity!" "Salome!" "Mammoth 3, this is Mammoth 3." "We're in position at Bercy." "Over and out." "Paris calling, sir." "The Ministry." "Shit!" "I sent for the police, army and intelligence chiefs." "They're due any moment." "I also launched Operation Dragonfly." "Roadblocks are up and the President and Prime Minister were told." "Perfect." "Send for my helicopter." "I'll be at the ministry in 45 minutes." "Light the spots and get the briefcase." "The Minister of the Interior tonight announced the Kidnapping of the US Ambassador to France as he left a supper club by unknown terrorists who fired on US bodyguards wounding the chauffeur and a French policeman and Killing one French policeman." "Group NADA." "Press release." "This bulletin is to be broadcast in its entirety on French Radio at 1:00, 8:00 and 10:00 p.m. Before midnight next Monday." "It is also to be printed in the following papers:" "Figaro, L'Aurore, France Soir..." "Le Monde, Le Parisien Libéré and Combat." "If our instructions are not followed NADA will not execute their hostage but simply and modestly assassinate him." "Today, Friday June 12th, the NADA group captured Richard Poindexter, US Ambassador to the French government." "This tooKplace in brothel, 5 Manchette St., Paris where His Excellency was getting laid." "The police guarding the brothel suffered some losses." "NADA members are in fine health." "A roadblock!" "So is Richard Poindexter but will not remain so unless the State obeys our orders." "In any case, a majority of the people in France and elsewhere no doubt feel enthusiastic on learning of the diplomat's sequestration and the death of some cops." "NADA launches a stirring appeal to all sane, well-balanced humanity." "You, too, can act!" "Act carefully, but act!" "To each man, his statesman, cop priest, teacher or artist!" "In view of a long struggle until all the bearers of authority have died..." "NADA has decided to make a nest-egg." "Thus, we will release the Ambassador this time if we receive $ 100,000." "Instructions will be made later concerning the payment." "thankyou for your attention." "Scared now it's over?" "I don't give a damn." "You're a hothead." "If that's all you can say, be quiet." "Why you lookin' calf-eyed at me?" "I'm an old fart." "Don't be coy." "Let's get back." "It's 7:15, Mr. Minister." "I'm sorry." "Oh, please!" "We've begun rounding up the leftists." "Security Court's warned about the night searches." "We've had a surprise." "Well?" "Speak up!" "It seems the kidnapping was filmed." "What?" "By the leftists?" "No." "Two men from Intelligence are waiting." "A guy from counterespionage was hiding opposite Club Zero to film it." "Preparing a file, you know pressure on VIP's who go there." "So the guy from counterspy filmed the whole job." "But counterspy's said nothing official." "That's the snag." "We heard of it from Intelligence infiltrators." "What?" "Infiltrators?" "What the hell is this story?" "I brought you some coffee." "No sugar." "Why don't I have any pajamas here?" "So what's the story?" "A guy from Intelligence infiltrated Counterespionages in Grabeliau's group." "What the hell is this crap?" "It seems Grabeliau's group hid a guy opposite the club." "He filmed the kidnapping." "Who's the guy?" "We don't know." "This really stinks!" "Worse, if we must bargain with Grabeliau for the film." "Send the two guys to Goémond." "Holy cathouse, I can't deal with Grabeliau!" "I mean, not from the Ministry." "Make Goémond understand the situation and send him his two customers." "Goémond's not authorized to negotiate." "Negotiate what?" "The film!" "Grabeliau'll demand we rehire his fired men and halt the case against his World French Brotherhood." "A statesman's job's no picnic!" "I can't allow that!" "It's impossible!" "Maybe there's a solution." "What?" "Let Goémond shake'em up, intimidate'em and also grab off the best of Grabeliau's group including the dissidents." "We could even accuse them of working with the kidnappers." "It's a bit much but we'd smear everyone at once." "We'll get the film after a good grilling." "Somebody'd sing." "Sparks'd fly!" "Lt'd drain the abscess." "Do the best you can." "But I may intervene personally later." "And disavow me?" "Well, you know how things go..." "Alright, I'll phone Goémond." "Right." "Meanwhile, I'll think it over." "May I?" "Not awake yet?" "He's been groggy for hours." "He goes back to sleep." "No problem." "No more "Pity!" "Pity!"" "Beddy-bye." "You holding up ok?" "No regrets?" "None, and you?" "You can go back to Paris." "The hard part's done." "Why take risks for what you don't believe in." "Forget it." "After coffee, I'll relieve you." "No hurry." "I'm not tired." "You're adorable." "I got a name, too." "Sit down." "I'll get the coffee." "What's that thing?" "A machine gun." "So I see!" "Where from?" "It's a family heirloom." " What's it here for?" " Might be useful, no?" "Get this straight." "If the cops find us, we surrender." "I prefer jail to a grave." "Get rid of it!" " Right, chief!" " I mean it!" "I know, chief!" "The radio?" " Sugar?" " Two lumps." "What'd it say?" "1,000 leftists questioned in Paris." "Shit." "To be expected, no?" "Shit anyhow!" "The papers got our mail... but only hint at it like they don't know what to do." "Of course, they don't!" "We kept the Minister of the Interior up all night." "He's taken the necessary measures." "He says order will be maintained." "Some anti-government tradesmen got caught with TNT in their car." "And the Simca?" "Not a word." "They've surely found it." "What else?" "The usual lousy reactions." "You're an odd girl." "You're an old fart!" "I waited one hour for you last night." "Well?" "I thought of coming." "I sure hope so!" "I hesitated." "Then I wondered I wondered and..." "Oh, shit, I fell asleep!" "Sorry." "What a man!" "He falls asleep, wonders and is sorry." "You want me?" "Yes." "Tonight." "Now, coffee and a walk." "I've got to relieve Buenaventura." "What an old fart!" "I'm gonna have a dreadful affair, I can tell!" "Sit down, Goémond." "What's happening?" "Speak up!" "We found the Simca used for the kidnapping in a Champs-Elysées parking lot, as I told you." "No valid fingerprints." "Bits of cloth, dust." "It's all gone to the lab." "No hope there." "That's most unfortunate." "We have till Monday noon according to their manifesto." "Go on!" "The car belongs to a computer operator." "It was stolen." "No hope there either." "Nobody saw or noticed a thing in the parking lot." "As for the Gabrielle woman she's still being held." "She's howling." "Maybe we'll get an artist's portrait of the two guys..." "Get to the facts!" "To hell with the normal inquiry!" "What about the two Intelligence odd-balls?" "Odd-balls is the right word." "They're not Intelligence, just contact men." "Two hours in a cell surprised them!" "They thought I'd bargain with them that we'd free Grabeliau and end the case against his crazy Brotherhood." "But I soon showed them you can't manipulate French justice!" "Stop being funny, Goémond!" "I don't care how you do your job." "Do you have the film?" "I know who shot it." "We're lookin' for'im, we'll get'im!" "When?" "We'd nail him faster if we made some concessions to Grabeliau." "But I told those guys that's impossible." "That's all you have to say?" "That's all." "Then get back to work." "You'll phone me?" "What about?" "If there's anything new." "You'll be told." "Goodbye." "Joseph Grabeliau, ex-National Secretary of Civic Service..." "Grand Master of World French Brotherhood released on bail this morning due to ill heath." "He at once flew to Madrid." "Hey, I got protection, you guys!" "We know!" "We know!" "Please sit down." "I'd like you to take a look at some photos." "Here, just glance at those." "Of all things!" "Where'd you get this one?" "The police has its ways." "The right way and this wouldn't have happened!" "After all, I pay enough to I was assured that such things couldn't..." "You recognize them?" "It's not very clear." "Yes, that's one!" "The older one!" "He's one of the two who came in and attacked us!" "And the others..." "I don't see anyone." "They tore my drapes to shreds!" "Can you imagine the damages?" "But worst of all my reputation!" "The commercial loss!" "My business is screwed to hell!" "Let's get back to the photos." "The one with the beard!" "I recognize his mean eyes!" "I remember how he looked at me!" "I think you're right." "Positive?" "Wait." "I couldn't swear to it but..." "You won't have to." "My instinct tells me..." "I'll get more details." "But look at the others." "You might give us a make on two at once." "I appreciate your humor." "Boss, here's an anarchist pamphlet!" "Black and Red..." "It's obvious!" "That's a novel by Stendhal!" "Sorry." ""Anarchist groups in Spain"." "Mattress is clean, boss." "That's funny!" "I thought..." "Right!" "I was thinkin' of Salammbú!" "Some chips, boss." "Go through it all." "I'm going." "That's him." "They play cards here?" "Night poker games here?" "Who plays here?" "I don't know." "I'll tell you." "Americans!" "It's a game for punks and Americans." "But no punks here!" "I swear it!" "So it's Americans." "Deserters, maybe!" "I don't know, I swear." "Stop swearing!" "Here's some photos of the spic's pals." "All got records." "Take a look at'em for me." "Whatever you say, I swe..." "I promise!" "I don't know'em all but I'll force myself!" "Yeah, force yourself!" "I'm sure of this one!" "He's not in the film." "I know!" "Those two, I'm not very sure." "This one came here a lot?" "Two or three times a week for a while." "When?" "Last fall." "And before that?" "No." "And since?" "He comes but less often." "When'd you see him last?" "Early last week..." "Tuesday." "No, Monday night." "They had a row." "A row?" "I mean, he and Diaz did." "In Diaz' room, I mean." "They exchanged insults." "I was upstairs 'cause the john was plugged." "I won't bother you with that." "I had my plunger and heard the row behind the door." "I mean, his door." "A sexual argument?" "Politics!" "One called the other a Marxist or a revolutionary, I don't know." "All that's not very clear." "You want Diaz?" "Just worry about your own ass!" "He's not wanted, got me?" "If he shows up..." "I'll phone." "That's it." "I'm in for it?" "You got a gambling den here." "I swear it's not true!" "How could I know?" "I don't eavesdrop!" "I'm not Vice so play square with me, you'll be ok." "Thanks very much." "You're sure..." "Since 1962." "That explains it..." "I got it." "We wasted no time." "Right..." "We'll get on it." "They found another one on the books and Mme's asst." "Confirmed it." "In the Commie Resistance in WW II." "Later, pro-Algerian and all that." "I got his address." "Come on." "Legal Advisor." "A Chinese automatic!" "The Minister will turn this into an international plot!" "You stay here." "I'll send you help." "We'll check on Treuffais." "Maybe he only plays poker with Diaz." "We'll soon find out." "Where's the Ambassador?" "Go fuck yourself!" "You don't ask who I am?" "You can see we're cops, huh?" "Which Ambassador?" "What is it I want?" "You're police?" "You're lying." "Show me your proof." "Too late for games." "We got Diaz and Epaulard." "Epaulard won't talk, but your pal Diaz!" "You figured him right!" "I've heard guys sing, but never that fast." "In 15 minutes we had your name." "He even says you killed the motorcycle cop." "I say no." "I say no 'cause you weren't there." "See?" "I know!" "So don't tire yourself." "Where's Poindexter?" "When you had enough, say so." "What're you doing?" "You're nuts, you'll kill it!" "What the hell of it?" "A rabbit's for eatin', isn't it?" "I don't see your motives." "You see yours." "That's enough." "With mine, we'd kidnap no one." "The same goes for me." "I was fed up with the way we live." "Something had to crack." "I might even have killed my wife or robbed a filling station." "But I'd never have thought of this." "Buen and Treuffais had the idea." "Some idea!" "Think we'll get the ransom?" "I don't know or care." "I'd like to have the money." "I'd take my wife to Algiers." "The sun would do her good." "It's politically dumb." "This kidnapping's politically dumb." "You think like Marcel?" "I don't know what Marcel thinks." "Treuffais chickened out." "He's an intellectual." "He'll go on eatin' shit all his life sayin' thanks and casting blank votes." "History's got no room for shit eaters." "I drink to us, the desperados." "I don't give a damn whether I'm politically dumb or not!" "History made us and that proves civilization's going to hell one way or another." "I'd rather die in blood than in a pile of poop." "You're all full of crap!" "Stop talking!" "Be quiet!" "I'm going to bed." "Come on." "Happy humping, lovers!" "Shit, shit, shit!" "I'm no good anymore." "It's nothing." "It's the tension." "It'll be ok tomorrow." "Still says nothing." "Did ya twist his balls?" "That'd be torture." "We don't use torture." "If he holds out, we may." "This is all." "Each checkbook is in a different name." "Stolen checkbooks!" "That's not much." "This one's from the bank that was looted in '70." "Call headquarters." "Send out men to all these addresses." "Check them out for anything odd." "Don't scare anyone off." "Use valid excuses." "Valid excuses at night!" "They'll manage." "Out-of-town addresses, too?" "I'll arrange that tomorrow at the Ministry." "Still undecided?" "Can't you see we'll get your pals since we got Diaz and Epaulard?" "If you help, we'll save time." "And the sooner the better." "An ass like you can't see that." "Bastard!" "Gaullist!" "Gonorrhea!" "Turd!" "Slut!" "Policeman!" "Never mind." "Like I said, he's an ass." "Blind as a fanatic." "You're really in for it!" "This isn't over!" "You had no warrant!" "You came here and tortured me!" "Poor little lamb!" "He has no idea what torture is!" "You can't indict me or..." "even arrest me!" "Fencing stolen checks, possession of arms." "That'll do for now." "Then, attacking national security, collusion in murder." "I can keep you till you finally talk." "So arrest me!" "Haul me in!" "But you've no right to hold me here!" "Rights!" "Just listen to him!" "If that's the way it is Dammit!" "I'm tryin' to sleep!" "Do we haul him in?" "Guess we'll have to." "But nothing official, huh?" "Political guys like this file complaints!" "Don't worry." "His head won't be thinking of that!" "Go away!" "Police, open up!" "I don't want any treatments." "I don't wanna be taken away." "Help!" "I don't wanna die!" "Radio say anything?" "Zero!" "They won't mention the ransom till the last second." "That bugs me." "I see everyone's up." "I'll have some coffee." "Shit!" "The batteries!" "No new ones?" "I'll go to town for some when they open." "I'll go along." "No need to." "I'm tired of staying here." "It gets me down." "Then go alone, if you don't mind." "I'd rather stay here." "This time I think we got'em!" "He talked?" "No, it's a hotel manager." "There's a girl in Treuffais' address book named Véronique Cash." "The hotel's her Paris address but she's been gone 2 weeks!" "She's sort of a shady type, more or less kept it seems in favor of rebellion." "So we showed the guy some photos." "To whom?" "The hotel manager." "He identified Diaz." "Listen, this Monique..." "Véronique, sir." "Monique, Véronique, don't interrupt me!" "She's the one with two addresses in his book?" "A second one, forty miles out of Paris in the sticks?" "Well, me and the guys, we thought..." "Listen to me, Pascal!" "Don't budge!" "Do nothing!" "I'm heading for the Interior." "Of what?" "Beauvau Square, blockhead!" "Wait for my orders." "Fat Pig" "Rich Man, your Paris is surrounded." "We'll burn it!" "You've no proof they're in the country... with this Monique Cash?" "Véronique, not Monique." "I've reason enough for surrounding the place." "Do you want riot police or guardsmen?" "Riot police." "You'll use guardsmen so the same ones don't get all the dirty work." "I'll phone the Army." "We must tell the local prefect." "He'll want to be there." "Well, we'll tell him after the siege is over." "I'd be surprised if there's a siege." "French leftists have no guts." "They'll surrender." "They killed two men, including a motorcycle cop." "They'll still give up." "I say they'll shoot!" "Besides, is it worth taking them alive?" "If it were up to me, you know..." "I'd put 'em to the wall." "No, I don't know that!" "Well, I'm telling you." "But I'm thinking of their hostage." "The Ambassador." "Yes?" "If they were to liquidate him, how dreadful!" "At times a tiny fraction of public opinion unthinkingly sympathizes with the extreme left." "But that's impossible when the leftists coldly kill a defenseless prisoner." "They've already shown how savage they are by killing two policemen." "One policeman, Goémond!" "One policeman and a..." "household employee." "No respect for human life!" "They might even kill their hostage." "Would that surprise the Minister?" "I don't believe so." "The Americans wouldn't be surprised?" "A well-trained cop doesn't meddle in politics least of all, international politics." "You doubt that?" "No, sir." "Of course, sir." "Rustic Waltz from Zulu Tango nearing objective, over." "Hear anything?" "Turn off the water!" "It's Buen." "Cops!" "Get going!" "I'll get the car!" "Bring the Ambassador!" "Surrender!" "You're surrounded!" "You!" "Halt or we'll shoot!" "Open fire!" "Shoot him!" "Bring him down!" "Aim for the legs!" "Aim anywhere!" "Get him!" "Cops!" "All around us!" "What do I do?" "Stay here!" "Guard that fat slob!" "They surrender!" "It's a trap!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "Blue 2!" "Don't let anyone come out the front!" "Cease fire!" "The teargas!" "Fire at will!" "We'll get'em outta there!" "I've had it!" "I surrender!" "That's enough!" "Stay upstairs!" "Are you hit?" "Are you hit?" "Don't shoot me, please!" "Flat on the floor!" "Surrender." "They aren't going to bargain." "Shut up!" "What're you doing?" "They've come to kill us!" "Not to capture us but to massacre us!" "That's one less diplomat." "I'm gonna surrender." "They'll kill you!" "The clip's stuck." "Where're Epaulard and d'Arey?" "D'Arey's in the garage." "Where's Epaulard?" "That's what I said!" "He went downstairs." "Don't go down!" "We can get to the garage via the roof!" "Shit!" "Long live Death!" "No more firing, Mr. Prefect it looks like they're ready to go inside." "Where?" "Where?" "I surrender!" "Forget that!" "Think of your retirement!" "Don't touch me." "My spine's broken." "A smokehouse!" "Yeah, what a smokehouse!" "Here!" "Cease fire, for God's sake!" "D'Arey, it's me!" "What's going on?" "How do we stand?" "They're all dead." "I shot the Ambassador." "We can't even surrender!" "So we kick off." "Let's plow into'em!" "I'll take the dirt road." "But we won't make it." "So long, dumb ass." "Aim for the tires!" "Get those folks out of here!" "Put it out so we can identify the remains." "How's your wife?" "The same, if it's not one side, it's the other." "No smoking!" "Too dangerous by the pumps." "Fill'er up!" "Ya want my car?" "That worthless heap!" "I'm the sole survivor of NADA the commandos who kidnapped the US Ambassador." "The cops found us in a nearby farm and deliberately massacred us." "Understand me?" "You're the anarchists who get the Ambassador." "Try to remember." "Tell the reporters." "You'll be in the news!" "Gas's overflowing!" "The cops killed us and wouldn't let us surrender, so we killed the Ambassador." "Understand?" "Which one killed the Ambassador?" "Over here!" "Don't move!" "Any funny stuff and I'll kill you." "We won't move." "Reactions in Washington were numerous though it is only 7 a.m. There." "To these various stands we must add the message of Archbishop Mury of Paris to all French Christians." "I thinK we can now show you some scenes in a moment..." "we'll see some scenes filmed by Channel 1 News the first pictures to reach us from the tragic farm." "Here they are." "Here terrorists Killed tne US Ambassador Richard Poindexter." "As police and guardsmen search the farm Colonel Sabaillon wounded in the attack, is rushed to a hospital." "In this car, one of the conspirators attempted to flee an attempt that ended in death." ""He said Would you like to dance?"" ""Without thinking I took the chance."" "I made a mistake." "Leftist and State-controlled terrorism though their motives can't be compared are the two jaws of the same idiot trap." "The State hates terrorism but prefers it to revolution." "When each man realizes the need to destroy the State the State tries to destroy everything." "Since it must come to an end it tries to destroy all." "Thus the desperado assassin becomes a type of behavior consumable by Society." "The State has chosen between revolt and death and hopes all will make the same choice." "It's a trap for revolutionaries and I fell into it." "I'm not the only one." "And that makes me shit." "Criticizing terrorism does not condemn civil war." "A good civil war is worth more than a rotten peace." "This is the first and last theoretical contribution by Buenaventura Diaz to his own story." "Commissioner Goémond who led the attack and this report is subject to confirmation the bulletin just arrived..." "Commissioner Goémond has apparently been suspended by direct order of the Minister of the Interior." "How about that!" "You can't!" "I certainly can!" "I followed your orders!" "They're yelling your name today." ""Goémond lied!"" ""Goémond's a shit!"" "Threats!" "Talk sense!" "Is this the time to lay ourselves open to scandal by firing me?" "Suspending!" "Answer me!" "If I wish to!" "You'd better tone it down." "Understand?" "Sit down!" "You went beyond your power, no?" "Beyond the law?" "Your brutality can't be tolerated." "And it won't be!" "You decided to attack!" "And don't you interrupt me!" "You attacked, knowing you were risking the Ambassador's life." "You're thinking in this was unhealthy." "You're almost psychotic!" "I recall your very words." ""I'd put'em to the wall."" "I don't recall yours, but I understood you." "I'm not interested in your imaginings!" "So I'm the scapegoat." "Don't use that absurd word in piblic, I'll be grateful." "How grateful?" "Disciplinary action will be necessary." "But... a little travel won't hurt you." "As technical advisor for some niggers." "Niggers!" "Somewhere in Africa." "It's not a bad solution." "If you have any sadistic impulses... you can let yourself go." "We'll see." "It's not my decision." "Sorry but what with Mrs. Meyer's attempted suicide the guardsmen's protests." "You know how it goes." "It all stinks of brutality to the public." "The Americans think so, too." "Foreign Affairs rang." "Pardon me but the shit's hit the fan." "In short that's it!" "Try to get that last terrorist." "If he talks, it'll really hit the fan!" "Goodbye, Goémond." "Go to your office put things in order and then disappear!" "Understand?" "Disappear!" "Use the side door and take my car." "Drive him home." "You know what you're doin'?" "The reporters?" "At least ten are here." "Why not drop it?" "Why not?" "Why not?" "I've one thing to say." "Just one!" "I'm a scapegoat." "Why?" "I had precise orders about that farm." "And?" "A guardsman complained?" "Is it true the local commissioner was absent?" "One more thing." "We were informed of the plot against the US Ambassador." "By whom?" "What's his name?" "I had an informer in Nada." "His name?" "He didn't actually take part in the action but till the end of last week he kept us posted on the plot." "Why was the local commissioner absent?" "He didn't know the date of the attack." "Were you used in this case?" "Any pressures on you?" "Make do with what you got!" "I've nothing more to say." "You can leave now." "Let me stay!" "You think Diaz'll come?" "I'm sure of it." "Let me stay!" "You're completely mad!" "You gonna wait long?" "As long as it takes." "Your boss'll soon put an end to your little games!" "Perhaps." "Buenaventura Diaz won't come." "He's coming." "He's coming to kill you, ya slut!" "Once his kind kills, they can't stop." "He's already in Italy!" "Why Italy?" "Or in Belgium." "Shut up, faggot!" " I can't think." " Good." "I'll recite you a poem." "Classical or baroque?" "Shut up!" "The doorbell'll ring later or tomorrow." "I'll remove your cuffs and you'll answer it." "You'll open it." "No one'll ring." "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Kill the pigs!" "You came, ya dumb moron!" "I came to get you!" "The key's in his pocket." "Farewell." "Gimme a reporter quick!" "Listen to me, man." "I'm gonna tell you the short but full story... of the Nada group."