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We're going into the car park. I may get cut off.
Network Unavailable
Yeah.
He doesn't want us to locate him.
There, at the back.
Go back up to level -1, report back and then wait.
Right you are. Be careful.
Thanks.
Want one? - No, thanks.
Two scooters are coming down towards you.
OK, thanks.
Shit. - Wait.
OK, they're taking him with them.
They're taking the A86. - OK.
Ellenstein? What's in front of me?
A bottleneck in 300 metres.
I'm losing them.
What do I do? - Exit.
Stay on.
Turn right into the industrial zone.
After the warehouses, turn left.
Accelerate.
Can I put my flashing light on? - No, just accelerate.
What if I run over an old lady?
Turn left. Concentrate.
Concentrate?
In 400 metres you can turn back onto the motorway.
Right you are.
300 metres. - All right. I'm not blind.
50 metres.
They can't be far.
It's OK, I've got them.
They're doing it again. - What?
Car Park 8, freight zone.
We're in. They're going down. Where are you?
We're just arriving.
Shall I follow the scooters?
No, stay with Guillaume.
Device XB37 is trying to connect
Accept
I've found your scooter
It looks as if he's received a text.
It's not sending.
It's not a text, it's Bluetooth.
He must be nearby.
We're too far away. I'll go and see.
In good condition?
Yes
With a guarantee?
Receiving 1 file
Where is it?
At the garage
Hello?
You're breaking up.
Listen, I'll call you back.
How much?
Make an offer
Who to?
Wrong question
I'm not buying without a guarantee
Bidding ends in 2 days
XB37 disconnected
Bidding? What does that mean?
Is he going to sell it to someone else?
No, I think he's offering to sell us information about Cyclone,
where he is and who's holding him.
I've sent you a link.
I've checked. The photo's identical.
The reserve price is 140,000 euros. There are only two bidders.
To up the stakes, obviously.
SecretSquare I get.
As for Terrifying...
It's to terrify us.
Our agent put up for auction on eBay.
We're not playing that game.
I'll warn the boss that the Algerians are declaring war on us.
Wait.
What if Cyclone isn't being held by the Algerians?
What if it's just one Algerian?
Why is Pigalle being so cautious?
Why that fiasco with car parks, scooters and Bluetooth?
If the Algerians were holding Cyclone they'd let us know.
Right?
Why haven't they been in touch? We're in contact.
Why do they need an anonymous go-between?
He's scared we'll identify him. Why?
What happens if we identify Pigalle? What difference does it make?
None.
Then why is he hiding?
If we identify him, he's in deep shit.
Why?
It could cause him problems.
Why?
Are we going to cause him problems?
Yes.
How?
By exposing him.
To whom? - The Algerians.
Pigalle is going behind their backs. The Algerians aren't holding Cyclone.
Pigalle is.
We must identify him.
I saw that you had booked a taxi.
Yes, I have some errands to run. - I can take you myself if you like.
That won't be necessary. Thank you.
The taxi is on its way. - I took the liberty of unbooking it.
Shall we go?
I don't need you to hold my hand.
I'm sure you don't.
But as long as we have doubts about the people you spend time with,
I must ask you not to leave the hotel unaccompanied.
Outside your working hours, I mean.
I've brought you something.
You do like sushi?
I'll leave you to it.
If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call us.
That's what we're here for.
For after. - Where did you find that?
The jacket? I didn't find it, I stole it.
What have you done to him?
We just had words, that's all.
What do you mean, you had words?
What are you doing? - None of your business.
Don't phone him. I can tell you how he's doing.
He's making a good recovery.
The number you have dialled is not currently in service.
What if he goes to the police and alerts the press?
What then?
Don't worry about that. He hasn't been to the police.
It can't have been that serious.
Or else he wants nothing to do with the police.
Let us know if you're planning to go out.
And get yourself a real man instead of a wimp like him.
Even my nephew could beat him.
Enjoy the sushi.
Hello?
There's a call for you, Mr Lefebvre.
Who is it? - A woman.
I'm not here.
Thank you.
I've slipped a disc, so I can't carry it.
I'll help you. - Thanks.
Where shall I put it? - In my office.
Here, just put it down there.
Let's open it and hide the bottles.
Champagne? Cool.
Is it for us?
It's for Friday.
What are we celebrating?
I've been dying to tell someone.
But don't say a word to anyone before Friday, OK?
I'm off to Iran. It's official. Mortazavi phoned yesterday.
No way! - Yes.
Congratulations.
It's great news. I'm really excited.
Good for you.
See you later. - See you.
Champagne?
Researchers must get paid more than us.
What do we do now?
How do you mean?
We're in deep shit if he's the one who's leaving.
Him and not me.
I was meant to be going to Iran, remember?
Oops! Sorry.
You're right. You have to go.
So what do we do now?
No, what do you do now?
But...
But what? Mummy and Daddy won't always be there for you.
I know, but this assignment...
What about when you get there?
Do you think it will be any easier?
You'll have to figure things out for yourself.
But if I get into trouble, you'll help me.
Of course we'll help you.
We'll be there for you 24/7.
But do you think we can do everything?
Even here in Paris you want us by your side.
No, I don't.
Don't break both his legs.
Don't put cyanide in his coffee.
Don't attack his family.
You can try blackmailing him, but it rarely works.
Apply pressure if you have to, but don't leave any physical trace.
Oh, dear.
She looks as if she's about to burst into tears.
How will she cope?
You can do it.
That's why we chose you.
Plus the fact that you look naive, bordering on stupid.
Right.
Right, shall we go?
Thanks.
Look, could you give me a little... - Don't even think about it, kiddo.
OK.
Only long-sleeved shirts.
No bright colours.
Khaki, for example, and black, especially in government buildings.
Right.
And change some money here first.
Hello? - Hi. How's it going?
Fine. You?
Fine. Am I disturbing you?
Yes, but it doesn't matter.
Do you want to go for a run?
No. I mean...
That's not why I'm calling.
OK, so it's not the Algerians. That's something. Who is it?
We don't know yet. - Is he negotiating?
You could say that.
What does he want?
Surely you don't think we're going to pay up?
No, I came to reassure you. Aren't you reassured?
So long as he's not in the hands of the Salafists.
He's not in the hands of the Salafists.
Good.
I asked for my steak rare.
Rémi Boisselier.
What of him? - He's my wife's brother.
I didn't realise. - I'm a bit worried.
Me too.
What's FELIS? A training camp?
I could have kept quiet about Cyclone.
Then you should have kept quiet. - Point taken.
Look, FELIS is a trap.
To catch a terrorist leader the Americans are looking for.
His name is Chacal.
If the Algerians find out, they're bound to sabotage it.
We've been working on it for 18 months.
What's Cyclone's role in it?
When he was at the Algerian office, he helped find a location
where we could set up the FELIS clinic.
He knows where it is but not what it's for.
All being well, by next week your story will no longer affect me.
We'll have caught Chacal and shut down FELIS.
So no more nasty surprises, just for the next 10 days.
I don't want our trap to close on my men.
And your wife's brother.
Can I go and change my steak?
Thank you.
I refuse to participate in this masquerade.
The bidding closes tomorrow. What about Pigalle?
We'll identify him by then.
Right.
He's saying he can sell Cyclone to anyone.
He's right. French operatives are worth a lot.
Do you believe that? - Don't you?
Identify the bastard for me.
And fast. - OK.
I've brought you most of the team. - Gentlemen.
Yacine Belkacem is our first contact.
Pigalle is in his circle.
He might be his boss, but not necessarily.
Pigalle is experienced. He's using unconventional methods.
They're here.
How is he? - Worried.
What has he been told? - Nothing.
Good. Show him in.
Come in.
Gherbi. Come in.
Come and sit down.
It's good of you to come.
I wasn't really given any choice.
You said you'd leave me alone now.
Don't worry. This is just to finalise some administrative details.
How are you getting on in your rest home?
I've started smoking again, so I strike deals to get cigarettes.
If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.
I want permission to smoke in my room,
so I don't have to go outside with the other cretins.
Permission granted.
I've got a proposition for you.
What do you plan to do when you're better?
I plan to go home. Why?
I fear that might be unwise.
Why?
You left the territory almost a month ago now.
So? I'm here for my brother.
And you just dropped everything, never enquiring after anyone?
You forbad me from contacting Algiers.
For obvious security reasons that you are well aware of.
Are you saying my cover's been blown?
Probably.
What am I meant to do now?
We have a history
of never abandoning anyone who has worked for us.
I refuse to work for you again. - Stop making such a fuss.
I know your rest home. It's like being at Club Med.
Don't tell me you're suffering.
We need your expertise on the Algerian secret services.
You're going to help us.
Or we can send you back to Algiers
where the intimidation sessions are in a different league.
Shit.
Excuse me. I don't suppose you've got a pump?
Yes. Have you got a flat tyre?
I'm not sure. It might be a puncture.
I've got something for that.
Great.
Thank you. It was good of you to help me.
No problem, any time.
But if you want my advice, don't go to Iran.
What? - Don't go to Iran.
How do you know I'm going to Iran? - Sheer coincidence.
I process the visas. I recognised your face.
Really? - Yes.
What visa are you talking about? - Haven't you applied yet?
No.
Just as well. You're Sagittarius, aren't you?
How do you know that? - 26 November is Sagittarius.
Yes. - Right?
So, Sagittarius.
'Love: Perfect communication with your loved one.
'Success: Make a bit more effort and you'll achieve your goal.
'Health: Don't take any risks.'
'Don't take any risks.'
That's the stars speaking.
Don't try to understand, just pay heed.
The kettle's on. It will be ready in 30 seconds.
Everything OK?
Great.
We can have a chat, you know.
We're just two colleagues meeting at the coffee machine.
OK.
We can talk about the weather,
the sales,
the new aftershave worn by the security guy downstairs.
I won't be writing up a report on you after a two-minute chat.
Right.
Not bad. Fruits of the forest with vanilla.
A bit sweet perhaps.
Actually, I do have a problem, but it's nothing serious.
I'm glad to hear it.
What about you? Are you OK? - I'm fine.
Like a leper at a cocktail party,
I show up and everybody scatters.
That bad, huh?
I haven't been this physically close to a colleague for two or three days.
That's because Duflot is very busy at the moment.
Actually, I'm in a bit of a quandary about that problem I mentioned.
Marina needs to learn to stand on her own two feet,
but I think I pushed her too far.
It's like teaching a kid to swim,
knowing when to put them in the big pool.
Precisely.
I feel as if I threw her off a cliff with a ball and chain round her foot.
Having said that, she's strong.
Stronger than she looks.
She's a tough cookie.
Do you want...
Do you want me to assess her?
There are tools for that.
If you think it might help you or help her...
Yes, why not?
That's what I'm here for.
The data needs to be complete because once we get the rundown...
Right.
Excuse me, sorry.
Excuse me. It's my wife.
Yes? What's up?
How have you been since the other day?
Who is this? - I helped you repair your bike.
Is Isabelle there?
Where?
Do you mind? - Of course not.
Where's Isabelle? - Nearby.
What have you done to her?
I borrowed her phone.
She was very sweet.
I made up a story about needing to phone my wife urgently
and that my battery had died.
She didn't hesitate to lend me her mobile.
Isn't that funny? She thinks I'm talking to my wife.
Put her on.
Have you changed your mind about your trip?
Leave me alone! What harm have I ever done you?
None. You've done me no harm.
But if you go to Iran, you'll die.
Make no mistake. This is not a threat.
No, it's a prediction. I don't threaten, I inform.
I'm like the horoscope man. I foresee things.
Only I'm never wrong.
Who are you?
I told you. The horoscope man.
Shall I put Isabelle on? - Yes, put her on.
Hello?
Come on.
Hello? - Isa? Are you OK?
Fine. And you?
Where are you? - Out shopping.
Hello? - Hello. It's Dr Balmes.
Am I disturbing you? - No, no.
Marie-Jeanne has asked me to assess Marina Loiseau.
I figure the first step is to check out her flat.
Can you come with me? I gather you have a key.
OK, meet me at Saint-Ambroise metro, Montreuil direction, 11:00.
Will do. Thank you.
See you later.
Did you understand what we said?
Yes.
Good.
Go ahead.
Is something wrong?
Do you need a bit more time?
It's true. Things changed dramatically from then on.
Shit.
How annoying. I could have got on if I'd known.
Are we waiting for the next one? - No, we're leaving.
So it's here?
Come with me.
We could have met at Marina Loiseau's flat.
Protocol. - Of course.
How stupid of me.
Hello. - Hello.
I'm Prune Debailly. I gather my student card has been handed in.
So it's your card.
You're in luck.
People don't always hand things in.
Here. - Thanks.
Coffee. - Sure.
Do you like chocolate? - Yes. Who doesn't?
But I'm not particularly hungry.
Hello?
Calm down. What's happened?
I don't know. He asked me loads of questions.
He asked me if I knew Paul Lefebvre. I think he's following me.
I don't know. Tall, dark hair.
Can you see a shop nearby that you can go into?
Go on.
Good. What's it called?
What's the address?
Now, listen. How much cash do you have on you?
Right. I'll send you a taxi.
Go to your mother's and wait for me to call.
I'll talk to you later.
Who was that on the phone?
No one, just my daughter.
Are we here? Is this it? - Not yet.
Hello? Yes. I need a taxi, please.
When we get to the street, turn right and hail a cab on the main road.
Go anywhere you like, then take another cab to Boulevard Mortier.
Aren't we going to Marina's flat? - Not any more.
Why not? - For security reasons.
What's wrong? - I can't explain. Just do as I say.
Hello, Miss.
82, Rue Gaston Lauriau in Montreuil, please.
Stop here, please.
Are you getting out here? - No. Just give me a moment, please.
Ellenstein? - Yes?
Is it possible to put a GPS in a magnetic strip?
A hotel key card, for example?
Of course.
If they're pros, they can even convert them into credit cards.
Right. Thanks.
We need to do a U-turn.
So not Porte des Lilas? - No.
Right.
Where's he going?
It doesn't make sense.
Come on. Let's follow him.
Who was that bloke, anyway?
No one.
OK.
But he was going to Iran? - Not any more.
Did he mention me?
He said his dad had Parkinson's and he had to look after him.
So no, he didn't mention you.
So now you're going, right?
When?
Seismology.
Plenty of scope for that in Iran.
Is it long-term?
How long for? Three months, six months, a year?
I'm not telling you. You know that.
Just one question. - No.
Just answer yes or no.
Just one, then.
And I might not reply. - OK.
Us.
Are we just fucking or is it a bit more than that?
No.
No what? - I mean, yes.
I don't understand what's come over him.
In half an hour he gave me more than enough
for me to be categorical.
He has all the symptoms of the syndrome I mentioned.
Serious hypervigilance.
What are the risks?
Lapses in concentration
caused by constantly anticipating imaginary risks.
His mind is elsewhere. He's miles away.
He gets bogged down in minor details and misses the important things.
So he could land us in it? - Yes.
But worse still, he could turn on himself.
He could blame himself for everything.
He could become a victim of his own paranoia.
That might lead to suicidal tendencies.
Don't exaggerate. - I'm not exaggerating.
We're on a sinking ship.
Can you submit a report?
First thing tomorrow.
I must admit, I forgot all about it.
The guy who stole my jacket must have thrown it away.
That guy was really shifty.
Why? Because he was an Arab?
Guillaume! What's the matter with you?
What, then? Why was he shifty?
He did her a favour but he was obviously a bit intense.
Did he chat you up? - No, but he asked me questions.
He was just interested in you.
People in those countries are much less snobbish than here.
They ask questions out of curiosity. They don't mean any harm.
Stop it. He grilled your daughter.
Why won't you admit it? You were freaking out too.
Have you got any ice cubes?
Yes.
What does Louis know? - What?
Does he know what I do? - No.
Then what are you playing at, saying he grilled Prune?
Because it's true!
What's got into you?
Firstly, he didn't grill Prune.
He just asked questions. - About Paul Lefebvre.
I'm not stupid. I know what that means.
What does it mean? - What?
You kept telling us not to say that name.
Has Louis heard you say that name? - No.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Louis is getting pissed off.
He'd better not cause us any grief.
Prune, wait.
Are you worried? - Yes, a bit.
I felt as if he was following me.
But he didn't follow you? - No, I don't think so.
But how did he know your name? - What did you tell Louis?
Just that the guy was intense, and I felt uncomfortable,
so you phoned for a taxi. - OK.
Were you freaking out? - No, but you seemed to be.
You sounded worried. - You said you were being followed.
By a shifty character. No wonder I was worried.
How did he know your name?
Are you sure he said Paul Lefebvre?
Yes.
Are you sure he didn't say Jean-Paul or another name or even just Febvre?
Did he keep repeating it? - I don't know.
If he did say it, it was a coincidence.
A coincidence? - Yes.
He found your card.
He meant another Paul Lefebvre. There are lots of Paul Lefebvres.
He said a name which meant something to you.
Still, it's weird.
Do you think I'd be here if it wasn't a coincidence?
No.
Self-control. Always being in control.
You'd have to be blind not to see that I wasn't in control of anything.
That night I knew what I had to do.
I had tried to avoid it, but now...
I no longer had any choice.
Bouteflika steamrollered the secret service for years.
He wanted all the power for himself.
Obviously that didn't please everyone, and it created schisms.
Colonel Boudiame did all he could to thwart Bouteflika's plans.
So he was sent away
to the edge of the desert in the middle of nowhere.
This man, General Messaoui,
is a real opportunist but not a betrayer.
He has too much to lose.
All these men have too much to lose.
As for your man, I think he has nothing left to lose.
Are you thinking of anyone in particular?
Kerbouche, a retired general.
Apparently he still works behind the scenes.
He was a champion for the organisation
before Bouteflika fucked it up.
He climbed up through the ranks.
He has a finger in every pie, so he's known as the Octopus.
He is a font of knowledge.
He was born into the organisation, and he'll die in it.
He's part of the old school. He trained with the KGB.
He could be our man.
I know he's your man. It has to be him.
Are you sure? - Yes.
The bidding closes in 15 minutes. We need a file on Kerbouche by then.
General Kerbouche's office speaking.
Hello. I'd like to speak to General Kerbouche, please.
Who's calling? - His cancer specialist in Paris.
Dr Gaudin.
Just a moment, please.
Dr Gaudin? - Yes?
I'll put the General on. - Thank you.
Hello, Doctor.
Hello, Mr Kerbouche.
I'm phoning about the scooter.
It's him.
I'll tell Mag we've got Pigalle.
Henri.
I need to talk to you and Mag.
Is something wrong? - Yes.
See you in my office.
It was time,
time to cut my losses, as the saying goes,
to extricate myself, whatever the damage,
before causing even more damage.
Marie-Jeanne?
You're wanted in Duflot's office.
What's up? - They need you.
My daughter was starting to get damaged.
The Russians were now involved.
I wasn't strong enough to deal with it on my own.
I didn't have the resources.
They meet daily on Rue de la Faisanderie
in a town house belonging to Maniakine,
one of Putin's advisers.
I don't know the exact agenda, but secret negotiations are held
between the government and the exiled opposition.
Nadia El Mansour plays a role
as one of the region's geopolitical experts.
She is in Paris under the pretext of doing specialised training,
but she joins in the discussions every morning.
It was time to attempt the impossible to avoid the worst.