Ronald Pickup credited as playing...
The Forger
- The Jackal: What about the French documents?
- The Forger: French identity card's all right. The other one, I don't think I've ever seen what they look like, let alone copy it. I'll have to get a colleague of mine in France to pick someone's pocket so I can make a duplicate. It'll mean more time, more money...
- The Jackal: How much more?
- The Forger: Five hundred... three hundred pounds?
- The Jackal: Half now, half on delivery.
- The Forger: When will I hear from you?
- The Jackal: I'll be returning to Genoa on August the 14th. Be in the same place we met tonight at six o'clock.
- [pays the Forger]
- The Forger: Must be a big job you've got on, eh?
- The Jackal: Now there are certain things I wish to make clear: when you've finished the work, you will hand over all the negatives and all the prints of the photographs you've just taken. You will also forget the name of Duggan, and the name on the French documents you are going to produce. Is that understood?
- [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]
- The Forger: I knew you didn't come to Geneva for a driver's license. Anyone in London could've done that.