[the Jackal collects his forged documents and sorts through them]
The Forger:
What? It's all there. The Duggan driver's license and the French identity card were easy enough, but whoo, that third card was a big headache! It's nicely dog-eared, isn't it?
The Jackal:
Haven't you forgotten something?
The Forger:
Sorry?
The Jackal:
The original driver's license, the one I said I wanted back.
The Forger:
[crafty smile]
I thought we might have a little chat about that. The fact is, you see, the original driver's license is not here. But don't worry, it's put away in a very safe place...
[holds up a set of keys]
The Forger:
Nobody can get it, but me.
The Jackal:
Well, what do you want?
The Forger:
I'm coming to that. What I propose is simply a little trade: I give you the original driving license and all those negatives I took of you, for a certain sum of money.
The Jackal:
How much?
The Forger:
A thousand pounds. It's worth that, wouldn't you say, to get those documents back?
The Jackal:
Yes, I suppose so.
The Forger:
[pleased]
An English gentleman can always be trusted to see sense!
The Jackal:
I can find the first five hundred by tomorrow, but on the condition we don't meet in this place.
The Forger:
There's nothing wrong with this place. It's very quiet, and very private.
The Jackal:
There's everything wrong with this place as far as I'M concerned!
The Forger:
Forget about that, no one comes here unless they're invited by me! One has to be discreet, you know, in my little sideline.
[chuckles. The Jackal laughs with him, and then chops his neck]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:33