Sylvain!
Hi there.
It's not easy to find.
- Not even with your special GPS? - Not even.
Come in.
How are you?
Is this your place?
Yeah, my little love nest.
Expensive?
No. I rent it from an old couple in the building.
It's a good deal.
- Want some tea? - Sure.
Everything going okay?
Fine. Like I said, I have odd jobs here and there.
I'm an immigrant.
I like it.
- You've become Russian. - "When in Rome...
do as the Romans do."
What about you?
What did you tell them?
That I was going to Estonia.
Holiday?
To see friends.
You didn't mention Moscow?
No.
I've been wanting to see Estonia.
Did you know Estonians invented Skype?
Niklas Zennstrom and Janus Friis.
If the DGSE gets rid of me...
You'll have many other opportunities.
He is nervous.
Yes, he's taking a big risk.
I'm sorry, but...
since I last saw you...
you were captured by ISIS and presumed dead.
Then we thought we'd found you,
but you escaped.
Is Lefebvre nervous?
I spent weeks looking for you. The whole time...
He doesn't appear to be.
...traitor, defector... Every name in the book.
Then you call me. And here I am...
You know what they say about you?
You're toxic.
I'm living proof that it's true.
You believe that too?
At times, I have.
But now, they say that about me too.
What do you mean?
I feel sidelined. It's not overt but...
They look at me like I'm a Russian.
You know what I mean? So, now...
Is he wary of him?
Hard to say.
I don't get the sense they're very close.
There's no reason they wouldn't know each other.
And yet...
Who are these guys?
You'll meet Anton Leonidov and Vera Chupak from IP.
Intellekt Povedencheskiy. Behavioral Intelligence.
- You speak Russian? - I know the name.
- I was hoping it was them. - It is.
What did you say about me?
That you work for the DGSE,
in the Technical Directorate,
and that you were a little genius.
Could this be a masquerade?
...met a guy who knows everyone...
You're sure they're not FSB?
I am sure.
I won't work for the FSB.
That's not the intention.
- They know I won't discuss my work? - Obviously.
Where are you staying?
I'll walk you. It'll be nicer than here.
The only thing I'll say
is that throughout what I just saw,
nothing rules out the possibility of a charade.
If we had seen something totally unexpected,
then we could be more assured.
Moscow's like New York. You'll see.
Everything's open all night.
I know you don't go out, but the bars are cool.
Okay, you're not wired and our phones haven't been hacked.
But you're carrying a GPS chip.
Where?
I can only say within a 20-inch range.
I'm left-handed with a deformed thumb,
I wear contacts and am flat-footed.
I speak English, Italian and Hebrew.
I get hay fever. I code in Python.
- You must know that. - Keep talking.
Both my parents are alive. I'm straight and don't smoke.
I can only drink one beer, and I take Atarax to sleep.
I never sit first. It's an OCD thing.
Sometimes, I breathe loudly so I know I'm breathing.
I massage my carotid artery when my heart races
because I'm afraid of heart attacks.
I have vertigo and claustrophobia.
I don't read novels, so don't bother with quotes.
Same for movies, because I don't see any.
But I'm unbeatable at Watchmen and a whiz at Wow.
And you have Asperger's.
Did you tell them?
Sorry, I had to. You know what it is?
I'll research online.
I was told to tell you this is a NF mission.
- NF? - Yeah.
You know what that means?
No Fail mission.
Agents can be sacrificed on this mission.
Who?
Anyone.
But not you.
What am I risking?
Arrest...
Roughed-up questioning...
Jail, maybe for a while.
With a little luck, they'll swap us.
You, not me.
But if you mess up, I'm screwed.
- Is this your 1st mission? - Yeah.
It'll be fine. Never let your guard down.
That's word for word what Raymond told me before I left.
- Raymond trained you? - Yeah.
- How is he? - Great.
Tell me...
Are they bluffing?
No.
- They're for real? - Who?
Miss Bossy.
Yeah.
Thanks.
See, it's not far.
See you tomorrow.
Sylvain!
See you tomorrow.
Calling: Mom
Hi, Mom. It's Sylvain.
I just wanted to tell you
that I'm fine.
Tallinn is a really interesting city.
Pacemaker called his mother.
So everyone can move to all-digital...
No more paperwork. Everything is stored
on a single card, which is your ID.
I hope you're okay.
I'm going to grab a bite. I'll call tomorrow.
But I'm fine.
Love you, Mom.
Everything's fine.
It looks that way.
Damascus Syria
Mezzeh morgue
Management office
Mr. Atassi asks you to wait a bit longer.
It's been two hours.
Indeed...
He asked me to bring you some reading material.
Should Bashar al-Assad Lose his Legion of Honor?
Bashar al-Assad, Master of Chaos
Macron: Bashar al-Assad is a "criminal”
He won't see us.
We waited for nothing.
We waited to receive this message.
This is the answer we got.
It means, “Be less hostile and we'll help you...
- Did they make specific demands? - No.
What do you think they want?
An official meeting with a senior officer.
Or one notch below.
That's impossible.
Not even with you.
Nothing can be official.
We can't do anything with the Syrians. Our hands are tied.
Find a discreet solution, if you can. But I'm warning you...
If you're seen with a Syrian officer, we don't know you.
It's going to be tough.
Someone has seen these bodies.
Someone transported them and stored them here.
Surely someone can tell us if lode 3 is in there.
They'll all swear they're anti-ISIS.
But who knows, right?
Right.
Any one of them could think,
"I'll tell the two Fransawis lode 3 is inside, dead.
I'll pocket 300 euros and save him some time."
In a few months, he'll pop up and organize an attack.
Tea, my friends.
Does anyone want tea?
Yes, thank you.
France.
A Fransawi!
Asmahane?
You know Asmahane?
A great Syrian diva.
The Mata-Hari of the Arab world.
So they say.
It's the truth.
She spent a lot...
She had expensive taste.
She did it for money?
Why else?
They say she wanted to help Syria become independent.
How romantic.
Pragmatic, I'd say.
By working against the Vichy power
in Damascus,
she was serving Syria.
Are you saying
someone can work with another country
to help their own country?
Yes, if there are common interests.
It's dangerous.
That's why Asmahane was paid lots of money.
She was right.
How much?
Wait for me a moment.
I bet he writes reports on who comes here.
Yes, he's an agent.
Tomorrow we meet here.
Same time.
Assessment report Pacemaker
Teeth?
No more wisdom teeth. A crown on his upper left bicuspid.
Eyes?
He wears reading glasses,
but he doesn't have to. Never at the office.
Righty? Lefty?
- Righty. - Any scars?
Appendix and gall bladder removal...
And something with the kneecap.
Allergies?
They want to recruit me. Do they care about Malotru's allergies?
They want to recruit me, not you.
It won't work if you're not me.
He has no allergies.
When you arrive, they won't ask
if you can code in C++ using probability models.
The first thing they'll ask
is if Paul Lefebvre has a motorbike permit.
It's my job to know all the legends.
And they know I know.
Motorbike and HGV permit, both obtained in the army.
What do you think Malotru's been doing for weeks?
Telling them about me.
What mobile phone was he given when he left for Syria?
A Blackberry.
A Bold 9700.
Let's move onto the operations I worked on.
How do you know which ones Debailly mentioned?
We put ourselves in his shoes.
We picked ones that don't compromise anyone.
Like when you hacked the Russian embassy in Damascus...
You think he told them about it?
Yes.
- Security question answer... - Graziella.
Very good.
How did you get his code name?
I met an embassy secretary on a music lovers' forum.
We became friendly. I got him to talk.
His replies gave me hints about his password.
A music lovers' forum...
Let's go in my office.
I must say, you amaze me.
I just read the report on how you fooled
that poor guy from the Russian embassy in Damascus.
Absolutely brilliant!
A real lesson in flirting.
You get him to tell his life story, while musing
over dodecaphonic suites.
What a treat!
When, at one point, you analyze Shostakovich,
the 7th Symphony, also known as Leningrad,
he is totally spellbound.
But one thing keeps nagging me.
Can Pacemaker read music?
Not as far as I know.
That's problematic.
Why?
I happen to be quite familiar with Russian counterespionage.
If I'm wondering,
they will too.
They'll test our friend on his ability to analyze
a musical composition as complex
as the 7th Symphony.
A musicologist helped me throughout the chat.
I can't read music either.
That's what he'll tell them?
Yes.
I watched all the videos.
At no point did I see you discuss that with him.
I assume it took place off camera.
Probably. In any case, we covered it.
I hope so.
Forgive me, but I'm very touchy when it comes to the Russians.
The security of a mission isn't your responsibility.
Unless it is compromised by negligence.
You're nitpicking, I see.
No, I don't nitpick.
I look for serious mistakes.
Did you really cover it?
- I lied. - What?
There was no musicologist.
I can read music.
What about Pacemaker?
He can read music too.
So why make up such a story?
He told me he could read music, and I didn't double-check.
I trusted him.
Contact him tomorrow, before his meeting.
It's Mom.
Mom?
Am I waking you?
It's okay.
What time is it?
I was about to get up.
It's 5 a.m. for you. Is everything okay?
I can't sleep.
I'm listening to music.
You're listening to music?
Yes. You recognize it?
No.
You played it as a child.
I can't hear well.
I'll turn up the volume.
Yeah, I used to play it.
It was hell.
You insisted on playing a difficult piece.
So the teacher suggested Shostakovich's 7th symphony.
You had trouble reading it.
It was a real pain.
What's for breakfast?
I don't know.
I pick up whatever's in the shop.
Good-bye, honey.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Was it helpful?
Very.
You're sure he understood your point?
Yes.
Good.
Sorry for the early wake-up call.
Damascus Syria
You came for the French terrorists?
You know where they are?
Those guys aren't in the fridge yet.
They just arrived.
They have to make room for the "French martyrs".
They're VIPs.
We have to see them.
You can see all the corpses if you want.
My cousin is the night guard.
I come back every night.
To help people out.
Families come looking for their sons, brothers, mothers, fathers...
all missing.
But they're not inside.
Only Bashar's dead soldiers are in there.
Everyone else, outside.
That's their punishment.
Me...
I check for them.
It's a good business.
Like Asmahane.
The families that wait there
never find their dead.
These poor people check all the bodies every day.
What can I say?
Their loved ones have been gone for years.
How can they recognize anyone, after all these years?
Look.
This guy's hair is styled and slicked back.
He's been photoshopped.
You think you could recognize him now?
- Impossible. - You're probably right.
I worked at the Tadmor jail.
On the register.
You understand?
You managed the inmate register.
No, in Syria, it means something else.
When a political prisoner arrives,
the first thing they do is change his name.
You have to make him remember his new name.
And force the other prisoners
to call him by the new name.
If anyone disobeys...
he's tortured.
He is tortured until he forgets his old name.
After a few months,
if he's still alive,
he transfers to a new jail
and gets a new name again.
Like that, he doesn't exist anymore.
What were French prisons called
during the Dark Ages?
"Oubliettes".
That's a nice word.
Here too,
we have "oubliettes".
If you recognize someone, you tell the family, right?
Sometimes.
But sometimes I see the photo
of someone from the opposition, who I know is alive.
I tell the authorities where the family lives.
If the guy refuses to talk, we pressure his family.
Thank you very much.
It's sheep's brain.
- Eat. It's very good. - Thank you.
Why do you make a face?
You eat frogs in France, don't you?
When certain bodies arrive,
you can smell the...
the torture.
Torture has a scent.
You know it? It's a very unique smell.
A mixture of blood,
sweat,
urine...
Of burnt flesh.
Personally, I don't like electricity.
I'm afraid of electricity.
When I was a child, I put two fingers in a socket.
It hurt very much.
I've been terrified of electricity ever since.
I like to use the dullab.
It's much better than electricity.
Dullab means tire.
You put the prisoner like this inside the tire,
and you pull him up.
He's stuck, like a chicken.
And you beat him.
You beat him with a cable.
Why are you making a face?
Are you the "intellectual"?
What about you?
You've never beat anyone in your life?
I have.
You see?
How else can you talk to a terrorist?
You want to communicate?
You want to talk nice to him?
No. We have our own kind of dullab.
You won't admit it, will you?
He's smart, this Fransawi.
Here's to you!
They were here.
Where did they put them?
Wait for me here.
What if he doesn't find them?
Do we check all of them?
Follow me.
They're inside.
But they're being moved tomorrow.
My cousin was told
to turn on the engine every two hours
to keep them cold.
I told him I'd take care of it.
Would you recognize his eye color?
It's not him.
We spend the evening with an asshole, smell corpses, and in the end...
We still don't have lode 3.
He's probably under the rubble in Mosul.
Or clean-shaven, flying from Ankara to London.
What was the singer's name?
Asmahane.
Moscow Russia
It's a video game.
It's normal procedure here.
Hello, Paul.
You look well. Do you remember me?
Have a seat.
Let's see how your young friend does.
Clever...
I also have questions for you.
How does Sylvain get to work?
He rides a bike.
No, he doesn't smoke.
Does he have phobias?
He's claustrophobic and afraid of heights.
My wisdom teeth were removed
and I have a crown on my upper left bicuspid.
Do you think it went well?
I think so.
When they asked if you were here to spy on them,
I was afraid it might be true.
You're not here to spy on them?
No.
And the lie detector confirmed it.
It would have been the same if I had lied.
A word can either be a variable or a constant.
If it's a variable, it has no link to reality.
I replied "no", as if it were a variable.
Not a constant.
I'm going back up.
I have to debrief with them.
See you later.
Attempted intrusion
Intrusion blocked
Attempted intrusion
Intrusion blocked