The Hired Killer (Tecnica di un omicidio)

Target 150 feet, ready.

Target 200 feet, ready.

Target 300 feet, ready.

That's great, Mr. Harris.

An average of 98 at 1,000.

It's terrific.

You know, nobody around here can touch that score.

Will you be back next Saturday as usual?

No, this is my last time.

But why?

Clint.

Frank, I'm sorry.

Can I, uh...

Yeah, yeah.

Lucy, another coffee, please.

Yes?

Clint Harris.

The messenger will arrive at 5:30.

I'll call again after delivery at 5:45.

Here you are.

Going out again?

Yep.

Another job?

Coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

One of these days, that brother of yours is gonna get us into trouble with him.

He's my brother.

She's right, you know.

Forget it.

This place is yours.

As long as I'm alive.

Well, this is the last time.

I've had it.

I'm tired.

Clint.

Why don't you start up...?

What?

Well, you ought to start a business.

No.

No.

No, I just want to get away from everybody.

Get away from the smell of this lousy job.

Hmm.

Well, seems you're starting to think the right way.

Maybe, this will mean it's all over.

I'll be back later tonight.

And that'll be it.

What's this?

Come on, buy a present for the kid.

But you've done enough already.

I'm sorry, Lucy.

Listen, Clint, I don't want you to have the wrong impression.

I don't have anything against you personally.

It's just that every time that door opens and a cop comes in, it scares me.

I know.

Well, that's what the Chief said.

Thank you.

He said the same thing to me.

Two coffees, please.

Right.

Hello! Hello!

Car 322.

This is car 322.

Nothing we can do. He's dead.

It's Clint Harris.

That'll be all.

Good morning.

It's a nice job, Clint.

The best, in fact.

They still haven't figured out where the message came from.

Yes, we couldn't be happier.

No, we couldn't.

You really did a fine job.

Well, that's the third time you've said it, so it must be true.

Now, have you got the money?

What's the rush? Don't you trust me?

Sure, I trust everybody.

Especially that I'm tired and I want to go home.

15,000 on completion as per contract.

And another 50,000 in advance.

I have another job for you.

Well, it's either too much or too little.

I never heard of the organization overpaying.

What's the catch?

One of our Detroit men got picked up by the FBI about six months ago.

Ordinarily, there'd be nothing to it.

They turned him loose after about three days.

Now, we know he talked.

Not too much, but enough to give himself a ticket.

So now we're in trouble in Chicago and California, plugging up the holes he opened.

Worst of all, the bum is blackmailing us.

Now, he had a very large type position in Detroit.

And he knows plenty.

The point is, he betrayed us.

And you know that's an unforgivable sin.

His name is Frank Secchy.

He's now in Paris.

That's not my territory.

This was my last job, and you knew it when I took it.

I've had enough.

So thank you, but no thanks.

Frank?

Clint.

Listen, there's been a change.

Bring me my stuff.

Meet me in front of the billboard at Palisades Park in...

One hour.

No, I'd better not come to your place.

I've been followed.

I think I lost him, but I'm not sure of it.

There's no problem.

Okay.

See you then.

What happened?

Somebody was following me.

I had to get rid of him.

What are you gonna do?

Well?

I don't know. I haven't made up my mind about him.

Did you notice anybody following you?

No.

Clint.

Why?

Why Clint?

Who was it?

Who was it?

Secchy. It was Frank Secchy.

Who else?

Now that he knows we're after him, he's going after us.

Checking all our men.

Pinning down our operations.

They saw you come here today and called Paris.

So now it's an all-out war.

Secchy or us?

What do you say?

Two hundred thousand dollars.

Hmm.

All right.

You'll find thirty-five thousand in that drawer.

Let's get one thing straight, though.

You keep revenge out of this, Clint.

You're working for the organization, understand?

And one more thing.

I'm putting a new man on this with you.

I work alone.

Oh, he works along your line, Clint.

He's got a lot of promise.

He needs training, speaks several languages.

Besides, I want him with you.

All right, but if he gets in my hair, I'll get rid of him.

You're the boss.

Yeah.

Why, he'll come in handy.

The organization won't be able to back you up much over there.

And Secchy's building up a hell of a big outfit.

You'll need a man you can trust.

Tell me about Secchy.

Well, I've only met him once.

He runs around with a pretty horsey set.

Big champagne parties, fancy estate along the lake shore.

Otherwise, he runs most of his operation by telephone.

That's not much help.

Since these photos were taken, he's had plastic surgery.

This month, in fact.

The name of our agent in Paris is Mickey Durant.

Contact him as soon as you get there.

He's been tailing Secchy.

Send in Lo Bello.

Oh, another thing.

This is the message you'll cable me when the job is done.

Clint?

This is your boy.

Tony Lo Bello.

He'll grow on you.

I feel like I've known you all my life, Mr. Harris.

Hello.

Paris is on the line.

I lost him, Chief.

I'm leaving for Paris today.

Is there anything you want me to do before I leave here?

No. Maybe it's better this way.

Call me as soon as you get here.

Okay.

Rent a car and go to the Elysées Park Hotel.

I'll call you when it's time to look for Durant.

What about you?

Aren't you moving into the same hotel as me?

Do what you're told and don't get curious.

I like to live alone.

An eight millimeter negative.

Gastel isn't going to like hearing about this.

Photographer stamp. Rue DuPont 19.

Let's bring it with us.

He could have waited until after we'd talked to him.

Oh, you got it all wrong, kid.

He didn't commit suicide.

Whoever shot him had a drink with him first and then washed his own glass afterwards.

There was too much ice missing from the ice tray for one drink.

I think he shot him while he was writing.

Got him right in the middle of a word.