Day of the Jackal, The (1973)

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August, 1962

was a stormy time for France.

Many people felt that

President Charles De Gaulle...

had betrayed the country

by giving independence to Algeria.

Extremists, mostly from the army...

swore to k*ll him in revenge.

They banded together

in an underground movement...

and called themselves the OAS.

The Minister's meeting is over!

They're very late.

The time elapsed from the first

to the last shot was seven seconds.

In all, more than 140 shots were fired.

Several b*ll*ts pierced

the President's car.

One came within an inch of his head.

But, as I! by a miracle,

neither he no! anyone else was hurt.

Six months later:

Most o! the conspirators

have been caught and tried.

Their leader, Colonel Bastlen-Thlry,

has been sentenced to death.

At the last moment, his lawyer tries

one more time for a stay of execution.

The appeal for clemency

has been turned down.

There is nothing more one can do.

I am sorry.

There is no need.

For heaven's sake,

don't you realize you're going to be shot?

You don't understand.

No French soldier is going to raise

his r*fle against me.

Fire!

Here is the 8:00 news 101' today,

March 11, 1963.

An hour ago, in the courtyard

of the Fort d1vry, outside Paris...

Lieutenant Colonel Bastien-Thiry

was ex*cuted by firing squad...

for leading the attempt on the life

of Genera! De Gaufle last August.

The OAS new seems

completely demoralized...

by the splendid performance

of our national security forces.

Already it is known that

the new chief of operations of the OAS...

Colonel Mark Rodin, a former

paratroop commander in Algeria...

is on the run

and hiding somewhere in Austria.

Today's execution must surely mean

that the OAS is finished...

once and for all.

What are the finances like, Rene?

No wonder our people are giving up.

They've lost faith.

We've failed them every single time.

We won't fail again!

What can we do? We're paralyzed.

Every cop in France knows us.

Informants are all around us.

We must find an outsider. A foreigner.

- A foreigner? Why?

- A contract k*ller.

One that hasn't worked in France,

so he won't have a police record.

- He can come and go as he pleases.

- That sort of person costs money.

Yes.

I'll find the right man.

We'd better meet again

in three months, in Vienna.

In the pension you both know:

Pension Kleist. June 15.

It's a limited market.

I've compiled 11 dossiers

over three months.

Only those four men

seemed anywhere near right.

Now that you've read the files,

what do you think?

- One Englishman did all these jobs?

- I don't believe it.

- (It's true.

- He did that fellow in the Congo')?

And Trujillo?

- Yes.

- That's our man then, isn't it?

I should say so.

I'm glad you agree on the final choice.

Because he'll be here any moment.

What?

He's arriving this afternoon from London.

Wolenski.

A normal precaution, you understand.

Come in.

We are not t*rrorists, you understand.

We are patriots.

Our duty is to the soldiers

who died fighting in Algeria...

wand the 3 million French citizens

who live there.

You want to get rid of him?

Speaking as a professional,

do you think it's possible?

It's possible.

The point is getting away with it.

As a professional,

it's an important consideration.

In principle, you'd say it could be done?

Yes. With enough time and planning.

It would be more difficult

than most targets.

Why more?

Because De Gaulle has

the best security in the world.

Their information is first-class.

You see, gentlemen,

not only have your own efforts failed...

but you've queered the pitch for others.

- How dare you suggest...

- You can't afford to be emotional.

It's why you've made so many mistakes.

- If we decided to employ a professional...

- You have to employ a professional.

Your organization is

so riddled with informers...

that nothing you decide

is a secret for long.

The job would have to be done

by an outsider.

The only question is

by whom and for how much?

Will you do it?

- Yes.

- How much?

Understand, this is a

once-in-a-Iifetimejob.

- They can never work again.

- How much?

- Half a million, in cash.

- What?

Half in advance and half on completion.

- Half a million francs?

- Dollars.

Are you mad?

Considering you'd get France in return,

I thought it a reasonable price.

But if you can't manage it,

there's nothing more to be said.

We accept.

How many people know about this?

- Just the four of us.

- Let's keep it that way.

This job depends on absolute secrecy.

No notes must be kept.

If any of you is captured,

I shall call it off.

I suggest you stay in a safe place under

guard until the work is done. Agreed?

Agreed.

The planning will be mine.

No one else will get the details

and you won't hear from me again.

Here's the name and account number

of my bank in Switzerland.

When they tell me the first $250,000

has been deposited, I'll move...

provided I'm ready.

But I'll not be hurried in any way.

Agreed.

All I want from you is

a phone number in Paris...

thatl can call

about changes in De Gaulle': plans.

The contact mustn't know

who I am or what this is about.

Send me the number by mail.

How do you expect us

to find the money so soon?

Use your network to rob some banks.

One last thing.

What code name will you use?

Why not "The Jackal"?

Why not?

There's nothing more you want from us.

You'll be working completely alone.

Not completely.

One will have the cooperation of De Gaulle.

He won't listen to his security service

and stay out of the public eye.

A pleasantjourney home, Mr. Jackal.

960,000 francs? This has got to stop!

You're the Chief of Action Service.

You've had 3 weeks to find out

if the OAS is involved...

- and if they are, what are they up to?

- It is the OAS, General.

But the ones we've caught are small fry.

They've been ordered to do it,

but they don't know why.

The Minister's been after me again.

We've questioned all known OAS people.

They know nothing.

- What about the informers?

- Nothing.

But we found out this morning

that Rodin and the other two are in Rome.

They arrived on June 18.

They've taken the two top floors

in Hotel Garibaldi.

- You're watching them, of course?

- Twenty-four hours a day.

'Morning. Birth certificate, please.

Paul Oliver Duggan.

Born in the parish of Sambourne Fishley,

April 3, 1929.

Fill in the form.

You'll find the 1929's up those stairs...

- and left at the first gallery.

- Right. Thanks.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, please.

How many krone to the pound?

The official parity rate is 19.34.

Hello. Two bottles of hairpin, please.

One in chestnut brown and one in gray.

I've only got Clairol, dear.

That's fine. And also a tin of solvent.

- It is here.

- Is it?

Hello?

Yes.

Hello, Zurich?

Mr. Kola, this is he.

That's right. Account Number 50664.

The money's been deposited.

How much?

Alitalia announces the departure

of Flight 121 to Geneva.

Now boarding at Gate 5.

The Hotel Garibaldi is owned

by a Frenchman with OAS sympathies.

Extra Action Service staff have been sent

from Paris to Rome...

to keep watching them around-the-clock.

Rodin, Montclair and Casson

live at the top floor alone.

On the next floor down

are the bodyguards...

ex-paratroopers or

foreign legionnai res.

- How many?

- Eight.

- They're afraid of being kidnapped.

- I know Rodin. He's not a man to be afraid.

The lift doors on the top floor

are welded together...

and everything goes through

the bodyguards.

Not one of them has set afoot

outside the hotel for five weeks.

The only contact

with the outside world is one man:

- Adjutant Wolenski.

- Tell me about him.

Bersie, run the film, please.

This is Wolenski.

He goes to the post office

every morning and afternoon.

See that?

You'll have to cut his hand off

to get the mail away from him.

He always waits until the collection van

arrives before he posts any letters.

Then he goes to pick up the mail.

All their mail comes to general delivery

and is addressed in the name of Partrier.

Wolenski, of course,

can identify himself as such.

Colonel Rolland here.

I want everything you've got

in the archives on a foreign legionnaire.

His name is Viktor Wolenski.

If the OAS is planning something big,

their agents must be working on it now.

You must find out who they are

and where they make contact.

I let myself in.

I'll make us some coffee.

Denise.

I ask you to get rid of these.

It's for your own safety.

I'll do it tonight.

Maybe I should do it for you now.

They know all about your fiancé.

I have an assignment for you

that sounds very important.

It's not very pleasant.

Go on.

They want you to get involved

with an official of the Elysee Palace...

someone fairly close to De Gaulle.

It might be dangerous.

It's certainly distasteful.

Who is this official?

I'll show him to you in a week or so.

Good afternoon.

Yes, please come in.

You think you can do it?

Certainly.

I can take an existing g*n,

make the modifications.

It must be very light in weight,

and it must have a short barrel.

A short barrel. That's a pity.

Lastly, there must be a sil*ncer

and a telescopic sight.

Over what range will you fire?

I'm not sure yet,

but probably not more than 400 feet.

- Will the gentleman be moving?

- Stationary.

Will you go for a head shot

or a chest shot?

Probably head.

What about the chances of a second shot?

I might get the chance, bull doubt it.

In any event, I'll need

a sil*ncer to escape.

In that case,

you better have expl*sive b*ll*ts.

- I can prepare a handful for you.

- Glycerin or mercury?

Mercury, I think.

It's much cleaner.

- More Campari?

- No, thank you.

It seems then...

the g*n must be carried past customs

without arousing suspicion.

Recognize that?

The whole thing should be made

of hollow aluminium tubes...

which screw together. The top one...

holds the r*fle strut. The one below,

the bolt with the breech inside it.

The shoulder rest of the r*fle

doubles for both purposes...

- without changing in any way.

- That's excellent.

The last two sections house

the telescopic sight and sil*ncer.

Here.

It's very remarkable. It's so simple.

I shall need the g*n in about two weeks.

If you could meet me here...

August 13, you could try out

the g*n and discuss last minute details.

Very well. August 13.

Now the question of your fee.

I have to ask a fee of 1,000 pounds

for this kind of a job...

you see and, say...

another 100 or 200 pounds

for the raw materials.

Done.

I'll pay you half the fee now

and the rest on delivery.

What do you think? Marvelous?

I knew you didn't come to Genova

for a driver's license.

Anyone in London could've done that.

Problem is I won't have time

to play around with makeup.

- I'm not much good at it anyway.

- Forget about makeup.

The important thing is the skin.

It must look gray and tired.

We used a trick in the army to fake illness

and get out of fatigue duty.

- Can you get hold of some cordite?

- I suppose so.

You swallow a couple

of small pieces of cordite.

It'll make you feel sick

and turn the skin a gray color.

After about an hour...

you'll feel all right again,

but your skin looks gray much longer.

I'll try it.

What about the French documents?

French identity card's all right.

The other one, I don't think

I've seen what they look like...

let alone copy it.

I'll get a colleague in France to pick

a pocket so I can make a duplicate.

Give me more time, more money.

How much more?

Five hundred.

Three hundred pounds?

- Half now, half on delivery.

- When will I hear from you?

I'll be returning to Genova on August 14.

Be in the same place

where we met tonight at 6:00.

Must be a big job you've got.

There are certain things

I wish to make clear.

When you've finished,

I want the negatives...

wand all the prints

of the photographs you've taken.

You will also forget the name Duggan...

and the name on the French

documents you're going to produce.

Is that understood?

Taking it easy? I wish I had your job.

All my tenants are on holiday.

What time is it?

- Half past 5:00.

- I must hurry.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

That's him. See?

In the light coat.

He's the official at the Elysee Palace.

He'll pack his wife and children off

to the Loire Valley for the holiday.

You haven't got much time.

I need Wolenski.

Arrange to get him across the border.

What? Never mind the Italian government.

Once you have him inside France,

bring him to Paris immediately.

You're being very foolish, Viktor.

You know yourself,

they always talk in the end.

You've seen it with your own two eyes

in Indochina.

And in Algeria, of course.

Tell us what they're waiting for

in that hotel!

What are they planning?

Who have they been meeting with?

Nobody? Not a soul?

Then where were they

before they went to Rome?

Tell us, Viktor.

Go back a bit.

Hold it. Stop.

Question:

Rome, Viktor. Why did they go to Rome?

- No answer.

- Check.

Question: why are they in Rome?

- Answer: secret.

- Check.

Question: where did they stay

in Vienna, Viktor?

- No answer.

- Check.

Was it the house?

I am asking you, was it a house?

Answer:

Kleist.

Go on.

Question: who is Kleist?

What does he do?

What did they do to the b*stard?

I can't understand a word.

- Put it on the speakers.

- Where from?

"Who is Kleisl?" That bit.

Who is Kleist? What does he do'!?

Jack? Jackie?

- That wouldn't be Jackie? Would it?

- Jackie?

That's not possible.

Go back, and this time turn up the sound.

Heel, Rex!

Rex, come here!

Are you all right?

I think so.

- Do you want me to call for an ambulance?

- No.

Are you sure?

I'll survive.

There. See?

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

- Sorry to drag you away, Colonel.

- Nonsense.

The tape is on your machine

in case you want to refer back...

- and here is the transcript.

- Yes.

Jackal.

I thoughtwolenski used it

as a swear word...

but it doesn't sound like him.

Fair.

Excuse me, Colonel. The foreigner...

could it be a fair foreigner? A blonde?

Is Kleist the foreigner?

Colonel, it's 4:30.

The plot described above constitutes,

in my view...

the most dangerous single conception

that the t*rrorists...

could possibly have devised...

to endanger the life

of President De Gaulle.

If the plot exists as described...

and if a foreign-born assassin,

whose code name may be "Jackal"...

has, in fact, been engaged

for this attempt on the life...

- Sorry.

- On the life of the President...

it is my duty to inform you,

Minister, that in my opinion...

we face a national emergency.

New paragraph.

The above report is top secret

and intended for your eyes only.

Written at 0800 hours...

August14, 1963.

Address to the Minister of the Interior.

Have the dispatch rider stand by...

and forget everything you've heard.

Well?

If what Rolland says is true...

the whole network of our agents

inside the OAS is no good to us.

The President must be told.

I'll ask for an interview.

Get me the Elysee Palace.

Minister. One moment, sir.

The Minister of the Interior.

There you are.

It's all there.

The Duggan driving license

and French identity card were easy but...

that third card was a big headache.

It's nicely dog-eared, isn't it?

- Have you forgotten something?

- Sorry?

The original driving license.

The onel said I wanted back.

I thought we might have a chat about that.

The fact is,

the original driving license is not here.

But don't worry.

It's put away in a very safe place.

Nobody can get at it but me.

- What do you want?

- I'm coming to that.

What I propose is simply a little trade.

I give you the original driving license...

wand all those negatives I took of you...

for a certain sum of money.

- How much?

- A thousand pounds.

Isn't itworth that

to get those documents back?

Yes, I suppose so.

An English gentleman can always

be trusted to see sense.

I can find the first 500 by noon tomorrow,

but we don't meet here.

There's nothing wrong with this place.

It's very quiet and private.

There's everything wrong with this place.

Forget about that. Nobody comes here

unless they're invited by me.

One has to be very discreet,

you know, in my little sideline.

I asked for aluminium.

I tried the aluminium

but it just did bend...

like tissue paper.

I had to use stainless steel.

But it's all right. It looks the same.

Where can I practice?

There's the Montemorro Forest.

You could be there and back in a day.

- Excuse me.

- I won't need the case.

sil*ncer, please.

Strut.

And the sn*per scope.

Here.

Trigger.

Trigger, please.

- Beautiful piece of work.

- I know.

- It's really excellent.

- Yes.

These are for practice.

I took out six of them...

to convert to expl*sive tips.

Let me have one.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- Good evening.

Please sit down.

I trust that you've all read

Colonel Rolland's report?

I delivered a copy

to the President this afternoon.

Unhappily, in the interest

of the dignity of France...

he feels obliged to impose

enormous limitations on us.

He refuses to alter in any way...

the summer schedule

of his public appearances.

Good heavens.

The search for this Jackal

will be conducted in absolute secrecy.

Needless to say,

you are all sworn to total silence...

wand won't discuss this matter

outside this room.

But Minister...

But it's impossible!

The President was absolutely adamant.

What extra security precautions

do we take, Minister?

None.

General Colbert. Any success in Vienna?

Inquiries were made by our agents

at the Pension Kleist.

They showed photographs of Rodin,

Montclair and Casson to the desk clerk.

Some money changed hands.

He stated that he recognized them.

They had arrived on June 14.

Were there any visitors?

One man the next afternoon.

He left half an hour later.

The only description the clerk could give

was the man was well-groomed...

in his early thirties and had fair hair.

Surely a better description can be found.

From whom?

Rodin, for instance.

I hardly think he'd accept an invitation

from any of our departments, Colonel.

Commissioner Berthier, any suggestions?

We're in trouble on this one.

Our agents inside the OAS

can't pin him down...

since not even the OAS know who he is.

Action Service can't destroy him.

They don't know who to destroy.

Surveillance can't get him at the border,

they don't know what he looks like.

The gendarmes, all 48,000 of them,

can't pursue him.

They don't know who to pursue.

The police can't arrest him.

We don't know who to arrest.

Without a name,

all other proposals are meaningless.

The first task, then, is to find it.

With a name, we get a passport and a face.

With a face, we get an arrest.

But to find his name,

and to do it in secret...

is a job of pure detective work.

Commissioner,

who is the best detective on the force?

The best detective...

is my own deputy commissioner,

Claude Lebel.

Claude!

Berthier wants to see you.

- What? Now?

- He's sent a car.

Don't be back later than 9:00.

Commissioner Lebel.

Good evening.

Remember, you have full powers

in this investigation...

and the resources of every department

represented here entirely at your disposal.

My instructions are simply:

no publicity and do not fail.

Keep your copy of the report.

Any questions?

No, Minister.

In that case, I'll not detain you.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Collect the reports

and put them in my private safe.

- Yes, Minister.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Thank you.

You'll have to drop whatever you're doing.

Clear the desk completely.

- You want a new office?

- No.

From now on, it's headquarters

for this job, nothing else.

The Minister said

he wants a progress report by you...

every evening from now on.

- Here. 10:00 sharp.

- Oh, God.

I know.

You'vejust got to find him

before he gets to De Gaulle.

- I wonder if he has a timetable.

- I'm sure he has.

The trouble is, only he knows it.

He might go for a hit tomorrow

or maybe not for a month.

You've got to work flat out

until you locate him.

After that, we can have Action Service

do the rest, the th*gs.

Obviously, you've got to have

a heavy mug for a thing like this.

Anyway, just go and find this Jackal,

will you?

What?

- I'll need help.

- Who?

Young Caron, and he'll have to be told.

- I'll have to get clearance.

- All I want is Caron. That's all.

You know, sir, what they'll do to you

if you don't catch him in time.

I've been given a job,

so we'll just have to do it.

But no crime has been committed yet.

Where are we supposed to start looking

for the criminal?

We start by recognizing that,

after De Gaulle...

we are the two most

powerful people in France.

Now make notes.

Get my secretary transferred

until further notice.

You will be my secretary

and assistant rolled into one.

I want a camp bed in here

with linen and all the usual...

including something to wash in

and shaving things.

Also, get a percolator and lots of coffee.

- Right, sir.

- Get onto the switchboard.

I want a good telephonist,

the best they've got.

I need ten outside lines

open around-the-clock.

If there's any nonsense,

refer them to Berthier.

This job gets top priority at all times.

Do you want anything

from them immediately?

A person-to-person link to the heads...

of the homicide divisions

of the following countries:

Holland, Belgium, Italy, West Germany...

wand South Africa.

The FBI in the United States...

and Scotland Yard's

Special Branch in Britain.

- How many is that?

- Seven.

Get the head man at home or in the office.

Ask them to take a call from me

tomorrow morning...

and see that there's

no one listening in.

In the meantime,

I'm going down to General Records...

to check if this Jackal

has ever operated inside France.

Sir, how do you know the Jackal

comes from any of these countries?

I don't.

But he must be on file somewhere.

- Sorry I'm late, darling.

- What kept you so long?

- There was along meeting.

- I've been waiting for hours.

Yes, I'm sorry about the hour, but...

Yes, Washington, I know it's 7:00 there.

It's midnight here.

What?

Could you call him at the club, please?

I didn't go out.

I just sat waiting for you to call.

It was impossible. There was a crisis on.

Crisis? What crisis?

Never mind.

- What crisis?

- It was nothin.

What crisis?

Mr. Mallinson.

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

It's Paris calling, Inspector Caron.

I don't wish to sound rude,

but wouldn't it be better...

if routine inquiries could be conducted

through proper channels?

Preferably when we're all awake?

I'm sorry, Mr. Mallinson.

It is very urgent.

Commissioner Lebel didn't wish

to make a formal request.

He was hoping

that you'd cooperate with us unofficially.

All right.

I'll take the Commissioner's call at 8:30.

Fine. Good night.

What's left of it.

- Who was that?

- The old boy network.

Yes?

- Denise.

- Valmy here.

They found out about the Jackal.

All I found in Central Records was that

in the 10 last years there've only been...

four contract K*llers in France.

We've got three. The fourth is

serving time in Africa somewhere.

So, our man must be from abroad.

Surely he's come to someone's attention

somewhere.

- Who do I speak to first?

- Scotland Yard...

Special Branch.

Assistant Commissioner Mallinson.

There's no name.

Nothing to go on, I'm afraid.

It's pretty irregular,

all this unofficial secrecy, isn't it?

Makes my task difficult.

Yes, I know.

I've never heard of a political k*ller

in this country.

- It's not our style, is it?

- No, it's more your department...

- so, I'll leave it in your hands.

- Yes...

And try to get it out of the way

by tomorrow.

I'm understaffed as it is.

Yes, sir.

What's the cost?

Give me the Foreign Office,

would you, please, luv?

Extension 905.

Hello, Barrie?

Brian Thomas.

Could you meet me in an hour

at the usual place?

We've been plowing through the files

till we're cross-eyed.

None of them fits the description.

But before we drop it, I had a thought.

If this contract k*ller

did all his work abroad...

he'd be quite respectable

in England, right?

So?

Your people operate abroad. I thought

you might have tabs on a bloke like that.

I'll have a look.

Brian, call for you.

Thomas.

Yes, that's right.

Is this some sort of bloodyjoke?

What, now?

Personally?

Yes, I'll...

- The Prime Minister?

- The Prime Minister, sir.

He said, "if there's the remotest chance

of De Gaulle': life being threatened...

"by a person of these islands,

then it is to be stopped."

He's given me full powers and top priority.

- Is this some kind ofjoke?

- Of course not, sir.

I've got to drop whatever I'm doing.

I shall need six of your best men

straightaway.

Where's the notification for this?

Where's the proper authority?

Yes!

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

Nothing more than taproom gossip,

I'm afraid.

Do you remember Trujillo?

You mean the dictator

of some republic in South America?

Yes, Dominica. He was k*lled in 1961.

We got word that an Englishman

may have been mixed up in it.

Just an unconfirmed report, mind you.

- Did he have a name?

- Charles Harold Calthrop.

He was the Caribbean rep

for a small armaments firm.

According to the rumor,

he was a fantastic shot.

He disappeared after the assassination.

Nobody knows where he went.

Calthrop.

- Is that all there is to go on?

- Afraid so.

Just a name?

What makes you think it might be him?

Your friend's code name is "Jackal", right?

Jackal in French is...

"chacal."

See?

Now it might just be a coincidence...

but the first three letters

of his Christian name, Charles...

wand the first three letters

of Calthrop make up...

That's all the Charles H. Calthrop,

way back to 1958.

- How many does that make?

- 23.

Will you please tell Commissioner Lebel...

that there is a faint possibility,

very faint...

the name is Charles Harold Calthrop.

That's right.

We've checked with the Passport Office.

23 passports were issued

to Charles H. Calthrop...

mduring the past five years.

We've interviewed 12 of them so far.

Nothing at all, but I'll keep you posted.

Do you have a garage for rent?

Excuse me.

Would you happen to know

where Mr. Charles Calthrop is?

- Mr. Calthrop?

- Yes.

I think he's abroad. He often is, you know.

Thank you.

We better get a search warrant.

What's happening?

Come in.

We've been through the lot, sir.

He's away, all right.

Let's see what you've got.

- What's this?

- His passport.

We checked it. It's him.

Look. The Dominican visa.

There's no exit stamp though.

He must have got out on the sly.

You haven't rasped it yet, have you?

Yes, this is our man, all right.

Definitely.

But hasn't it occurred to you

that we're holding his passport?

If he is out of the country,

what's he traveling on?

- He might be on holiday in the UK.

- Yes, he might.

Then again, he might not.

His name is Charles Harold Calthrop.

Here's his passport photo.

I'll circulate photos

to each of you after the meeting.

Excellent.

Thank you, Commissioner.

It may be Calthrop has already entered

the country and is staying at a hotel.

- Phillison.

- Minister?

I want every hotel card for the past

72 hours checked by the police.

The same for you, Pascal, with those cards

that are filed for the greater Paris area.

Circulate to your staffs

this man's name and photograph.

He must be arrested on sight,

and my office notified at once.

I want every border post...

airport, seaport,

fishing village alerted.

- General Colbert.

- Minister?

Calthrop is probably still abroad,

so get your agents working on that.

Yes, sir.

In the meantime,

complete silence must be maintained...

until we're sure

the man's in this country.

- Thank you. Good night.

- Good night.

Commissioner Label': office.

Yes.

Thank you. Good-bye.

No one called Calthrop has crossed

any border point legally...

since the start of the year.

And no hotel has taken in a guest

under that name.

Maybe he's given up and gone into hiding.

If the British found

Calthrop's passport in his flat...

it's because he no longer needed it.

Don't count on that man

making too many errors.

He's not the type.

I'm beginning to get

a feeling about the Jackal.

He may be abroad,

traveling on a false passport.

What you're going to do now is

go down to the Passport Office.

Get every passport application

for the last three months.

- But, sir...

- I don't care who's closed.

Wake the buggers up.

Then take all those papers

down to Somerset House...

get started on checking

the applicants' names...

"against death certificates,

not birth certificates.

If you find an application filed by someone

who died as a child...

the one who filed it might be our man.

If you find nothing

in the first three months, go back three.

And another three if you have to.

Off you go.

Yes?

How's it going, Hughes?

How many applications?

8,041?

You'll be there a week.

How about I send you some more staff?

Bloody holiday season.

About 4,000 more to go, Mr. Thomas.

But if we work through lunch,

we should be finished tonight.

Superintendent Thomas, Special Branch.

Hughes here, sir.

Paul Oliver Duggan.

Born April 3, 1929, in Sambourne Fishley.

Applied for passport July 14 of this year.

Passport mailed July 17

to an address in Paddington.

That will probably turn out

to be an accommodation address.

Why?

Because Duggan died at the age

of two and a half on November 8,1931.

Passport, please.

One moment.

- Mr' Duflfln?

- Yes?

What's the purpose of your visit to France?

Tourism.

- You buy this in Italy?

- No, it's hired.

I shall be returning it to Genova

in about aweek.

Papers, please.

Got any luggage?

- In the boot.

- Bring it inside.

Thank you.

Once we've found his new name,

Lebel shouldn't have trouble catching him.

It's not that simple.

There are over two million foreigners

are in Paris at this time of year.

I'm very sorry, Minister.

Commissioner Lebel

requested this meeting...

because he has new information

on the British suspect.

Calthrop is traveling

on a false passport...

in the name of Paul Oliver Duggan.

The passport number is 29491.

The photo will reach us in a few hours.

What do we do now?

The Duggan passport

was issued on July 30.

No need to go further back than that.

Special Branch in Britain

is trying to trace him...

mthrough the passenger lists

of all airlines and ferries.

If they pick him up in Britain,

they'll detain him.

If we locate him inside France,

we arrest him.

If he's found in a third country,

Action Service will deal with him.

In the meantime, I'll be grateful

if you would do this my way.

- Good morning, sir.

- Paris, please. MOLITOR 5901.

Carrier Number One, please.

The Jackal is blown.

Wolenski talked before dying.

Repeat: the Jackal is blown.

Room 14. Thank you, Mr. Duggan.

I'll have coffee in the lounge.

Do you mind my sitting here?

Thank you.

Boring, aren't they?

The magazines.

- I find them fascinating.

- What?

Articles on pig breeding

and combine harvesters?

I'm enthralled by combine harvesters.

In fact, I yearn to have one as a pet.

Yes?

When did you say? This afternoon.

Repeat that again.

A white Alfa Romeo sports two-sealer...

license number GE 1741.

Duggan crossed the border

at Ventimiglia four hours ago.

Call London. Tell them

we'll handle it from now on.

- Where is he?

- How should I know?

Damned secrecy.

We have to wait for the hotel cards.

It's madness.

There's nothing we can do about it.

No, of course I don't live in the Alps.

I went there for a visit, that's all.

Climbing?

Good lord, no.

I spent the day at the Cadet Academy

in Barcelonnette...

mamongst a lot

ofjaundiced military types...

mwatching my son receive his commission.

He's nineteen.

I never know when you're being serious.

- It's true, unfortunately.

- Why "unfortunately"?

I see nothing unfortunate...

I'm not begging for compliments,

Mr. Duggan.

- Will you have a liqueur?

- No, I must go to bed.

I have to leave very early

tomorrow morning.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

Good night, Mr. Duggan.

I've got to leave in a couple of hours.

I've along way to go.

You've got to go back to your room.

Your husband meeting you?

No, he isn't there.

Good morning.

Excuse me, madam.

Only three new guests last night.

All right. Put them in the rack for Nice.

Cards ready yet?

Hello? Nice?

Repeat, please.

Stay by the phone until I call back.

Don't do a thing.

I don't want him disturbed yet,

but isolate the place.

Let no one in or out

and stop all phone calls.

He's been staying in

this hotel near Grasse.

- He's registered for two days.

- Shall I put out an alert?

No. He'll k*ll anybody

who tries to intercept him.

We'd better get there right away.

You have an Englishman

named Duggan staying here.

- Where is he?

- Mr. Duggan': gone, sir.

He left this morning, just after 11:00.

Assemble the staff and guests.

Don't let anyone get away.

Get the manager.

That's strange.

He was booked for two days...

then just after 11:00,

he suddenly asks for his bill and leaves.

He's got five hours start.

Put out an alert for the car.

But Madame de Montpellier': bed

was slept in by two people?

Yes, sir. Definitely.

You can always tell.

And you saw them in the lounge together?

That is correct, sir.

I served them coffee and liqueur.

They seemed very engrossed.

- In what?

- In each other, sir.

What did Mr. Duggan': luggage

consist of when he left?

- Two bags.

- Nothing else?

No parcels or packages of any kind?

Just the two bags.

I carried them to his car.

That will be all.

- You photographed everything?

- Yes.

Go over his room for fingerprints.

Send the stuff to Paris.

I'll have a talk with the lady.

There's more news.

They have a description of your car.

Keep out of sight for a few days.

- How's the lady?

- Very disturbed by all this.

You told her nothing?

I know nothing at all

about Mr. Duggan': whereabouts.

We only met in the lounge of that hotel.

- Hejoined me for coffee.

- What did he want?

What did you talk about?

Social chit-chat.

I imagine he was trying to impress me.

Why do you think that?

Commissioner, please, we're not children.

No, madam.

When you both met later,

was it only in your bedroom?

- " Later"?

- Afterwards. After the coffee.

Madam, be in no doubt

as to the seriousness of your position.

We met in my bedroom. That's all.

I'd never seen this man until yesterday.

He doesn't even know my real name.

I regret to say

that we have lost track of him.

Temporarily, I hope.

But he simply disappeared.

Could that mean he's changed his mind?

We've obviously scared him off.

Is it possible he's decided to give up?

His only chance to escape

is to get across the border fast.

I think he's still in France.

He may be waiting.

- Waiting for what?

- I don't know.

Bull don't think we can assume

that he's given up.

Good morning.

Madam, there is a gentleman...

Surprised?

Thank you, Michel.

- Do that later, Ernestine.

- Yes, madam.

- Yes, I am surprised.

- Why?

Your husband's still away, isn't he?

Why did you come here?

To see you.

I had to.

But why?

Does it matter?

Make a search of hills,

farmhouses, cafes and hotels...

in a ten-kilometer radius

from the scene of the crash.

Lookfor afair-haired,

young foreigner with two suitcases.

He may have been injured

and gone into hiding.

The police were here yesterday

looking for you.

Did they say they were coming back?

Only that I should phone if...

I know you stole that car.

It has a local license plate.

I know it must be very serious.

I don't mind.

You can tell me what you've done.

You can stay here. It's safe.

But you must tell me, Paul.

I won't say anything.

Good-bye, Mr. Duggan.

You r coffee, madam.

Madam?

Good morning.

A single ticket to Paris, please.

- What class?

- Second.

- How soon will the train be here?

- In an hour.

Platform One.

Your papers.

Danish?

Please?

- Denmark?

- Yes.

What is your business here?

I'm a schoolteacher on holiday.

Madam?

Commissioner, Madame de Montpellier

has been m*rder*d!

- Do they know who did it?

- It sounds like Duggan.

He arrived at her place yesterday,

but disappeared again with her car.

There's no need for secrecy.

It's a straight m*rder hunt now.

Put out a general alert for Duggan.

Describe the car.

6:30 time check.

Listen, I've found that car.

The gendarmes by the station say

only three men...

boarded the midday train to Paris.

Two were locals...

and the third was a teacher

traveling on a Danish passport.

Age: about 34. Five feet ten,

brown hair, blue eyes.

He can't remember the name.

What time is that train due

at Austerlitz station?

Ten past 7:00.

Come on!

- You know a good Turkish bath?

- Of course.

Take me there.

It's obvious that the Jackal

has been tipped off all along.

And yet he's decided to go ahead,

regardless.

He's simply challenged the whole lot of us.

Are you suggesting there's a leak

from inside this room?

I can't say.

We think the Jackal is now in Paris

with a new name and face...

mprobably masquerading

as a Danish schoolteacher.

Minister?

Can you estimate how many Danes

might have entered Paris this afternoon?

Several hundred at this time of the year.

We must check on the men personally.

I'll have every hotel visited

at midnight and 3:00 A.M.

All registration cards will be collected.

Every likely Dane will be investigated.

Good.

In the meantime, I'll try to persuade the

President to cancel all public appearances.

You're getting all steamed up.

I think so.

- I haven't seen you here before.

- No, I'm on holiday from Denmark.

Really? I know Copenhagen very well.

Unfortunately, I come from Silkeborg.

It's a very small town.

My name is Jules. Jules Bernard.

Lundquist. Per Lundquist.

Perhaps you' d like to come

for a drink at my home?

I live quite nearby.

That would be nice.

So, this Jackal has

a Danish passport, right?

- He must have got it somewhere.

- Yes.

But if he's had to dye his hair,

it looks as if he stole it.

Yes, go on.

Since his trip to Paris in July,

he's been based in London.

The chances are,

he stole it in one of those two places.

What would you do if you were a Dane

and lost your passport?

I'd go to the consulate.

- Are you calling Superintendent Thomas?

- Yes.

- Then the Danish Consul in Paris.

- Good.

- How is it going?

- Notwell.

678 Danes arrived in Paris yesterday.

We're interviewing every man

about five feet eight.

No Danish schoolteacher

has turned up though.

- Have the list sent to my office.

- Right.

You are quite right, sir.

A Danish schoolteacher

had his passport stolen...

at London Airport on July 12.

Name: Per Lundquist

of Copenhagen, age 33.

Five feet ten,

chestnut brown hair, blue eyes.

That's it! That's the one! Per Lundquist.

Look him up. Yes?

- There isn't one.

- What?

One moment, Superintendent.

I don't understand it.

There isn't a Lundquist

on the hotels list. Not one.

The following conversation

was recorded at 6:15 this morning.

The number being dialed

was identified as MOLITOR 5901.

- Hello.

- “lea?

- Denise.

- Valmy here.

They know he's a Danish schoolteacher.

They're visiting every hotel in Paris.

The contact was arrested an hour ago.

Unfortunately,

the information came from this room.

Whose voice was that?

I regret to have to inform you, Minister...

that it was the voice

of a friend of mine.

She's staying with me at the moment.

Excuse me.

- I feel we owe you an apology.

- Thank you.

I must report that the President

will not change his mind.

Excuse me.

It's occurred to me that we've got

two days to catch the Jackal.

What? Why? How do you know?

Itwas silly of me

not to have seen it before.

Am I right that the President

has no engagements outside the palace...

- today, tomorrow or Saturday?

- Nothing.

And what is Sunday, August 25?

Of course! Liberation Day!

- That's what he's been waiting for.

- We have a little over 48 hours.

We must have been blind, gentlemen.

All we need is the passport

photograph of Per Lundquist.

Copenhagen promised to send it

by this evening's conference.

There is one thing.

How did you know

whose telephone to tap?

I didn't, so I tapped all of them.

Are you home already?

We now have the passport photograph

of Per Lundquist.

The ban on publicity is off.

This is now a straight m*rder hunt.

Lundquist': photo will appear

in the papers tomorrow morning.

We'll have news flashes on TV

every 30 minutes.

Every policeman and CR8 man in Paris will

be on the street to check the papers...

of anyone remotely

resembling the suspect.

Every detective will be called to help.

- How many men does that make?

- Almost 100,000.

- Commissioner Lebel.

- Yes?

My congratulations

on the splendid job you've done.

We shall take over from now on.

We need detain you no longer.

And, again, thank you.

Did you see it?

- What?

- Your face on the TV just now.

- What do you mean?

- I was passing a TV rental shop...

wand I saw your face.

- No.

- Yes.

Don't turn it off.

- What was it about?

- I don't know.

But I swear it was you.

See?

We apologize for interrupting

with the following announcement.

Police still searching for the m*rder*r

of Madame de Montpellier.

His name is Per Lundquist,

and this is his photograph.

N you have seen this man,

contact the police immediately.

For God's sake, wake up, will you?

The Minister wants to see you!

We can't find him. He's vanished.

Just disappeared off the face of the earth.

I don't think we had any idea

what kind of man...

- you have been pursuing.

- What about tomorrow?

The President rekindles

the eternal flame at 10:00.

High mass is at 11:00.

There's only one public ceremony

in the afternoon at 4:00.

He will present Liberation Medals

to veterans of the Resistance.

(What about crowd control')?

Crowds will be kept back

further than ever before.

Steel barriers go up several hours

before each ceremony.

Every house inside the barrier ring

is searched from top to bottom...

including the sewers.

Police will be issued

special lapel badges at the last moment...

in case he tries to masquerade

as a security man.

There'll be marksmen inside Moire Dame...

even among the congregation.

The priests celebrating mass

will be searched for concealed weapons.

We'll have firemen and marksmen on every

rooftop along the procession route.

Dumont has drafted

a number of very tall officers...

to hedge around the President

without him noticing.

- Can I pass, please?

- What for?

I live there.

I have a room at 154.

Papers.

All right.

Thank you.

Excuse me, madam.

Would you be so kind

as to give me a drink of water?

Of course. Come in. Please come in.

It's hot, waiting for the ceremony.

Are you getting a medal today?

I got mine two years ago with one of my...

Top floor!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Who are you?

- Charles Calthrop.

This is my bloody flat.

I think you better come down

to the yard, sir.

Too bloody right, I will.

There's no question of the British

government ever concealing...

that this Jackal was an Englishman.

So far as one can see...

there was a period when

an Englishman came under suspicion...

but he has now been cleared.

Certainly, the Jackal

masqueraded as an Englishman...

but he also masqueraded

as a Dane and as a Frenchman.

So there's no way o! proving

his identity at all.

But if the Jackal wasn't Calthrop...

then who the hell was he?