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Similarities with people or events are random.
The Bureau
How long will you stay here?
Two or three weeks.
Is that you who decides or them?
Both.
It's better that we agree.
Hmm.
When you are free, are we going to live together?
What do you think?
It would be good.
Even if it's a little scary.
- A little? - No?
How long we lived together in 5 years?
You mean less than 5 meters between us for more than 2 days?
Three and a half days, four days.
Without attack, without bombardment...
without attacks, without hostages...
How are we going to handle this, Guillaume?
We'll do the same. Like normal people.
You say "normal people" as if to say "ordinary people."
We will have to learn a lot of things, not necessarily glorious.
Learn to wake up every morning next to each other.
Endure our manias, our moods.
Take into account what hurts us or saddens us.
Remember our birthdays.
By the way, is it August 26th?
Yes, Paul's.
Guillaume's is November 14.
It's a good start.
Every night God does, every day of our lives,
don't forget to look at each other when he undresses,
to join him in bed.
Was he worried?
Within normal limits.
Couldn't you protect him?
- It was suicide. - Suicide?
A Russian agent goes through the window and it's suicide?
Surveillance cameras, security guards, I checked everything.
At 7:00 PM, he received his passports.
His family had a new nationality.
Throwing himself out the window ensured their safety.
- Did the Russians find out? - They didn't say anything.
A guy like him doesn't commit suicide
without leaving anything for his enemies.
Something destructive would have escaped analysis.
Something to remind us of him for a long time.
What method do he use?
Guillaume?
What would we do to harm our enemies?
If he planted a "mine" somewhere, we have to dig.
It will not explode immediately.
He doesn't want us to see it,
but he wants to fall on us so let's check the strategic files.
Here they are, sorted by priority.
He didn't plant it in the first place.
It would be too obvious.
Between the 6th and the 10th, I think.
Karlov will bring to light something old.
Discreetly.
In the background.
It will not be visible right now.
It can be an address, a link, a site, a name...
Something a brilliant analyst will think he found himself.
So let's find it.
Before it explodes.
In the end we decided to shut down the Russian mics in the Boston City Hall.
Okay. Got it.
But for now,
we are going to leave the ones in Grand Hyatt in New York.
With their agreement, of course.
Any reason?
Well, let's just say they are not bothering us.
Got that too, we might be interested.
Of course.
Ah. We submitted your new list of infected websites.
They're interested.
So here's what we got for you.
We've had to stop processing the material for the time being.
We be getting back to in the next few weeks?
I can't answer that.
Is there a problem?
Since Kennedy's death we've been re-accessing everything.
As a security measure.
Of course.
When you find out where that rotten smell is coming from,
give us a call, will you?
- okay thank you. - Take care.
- See you soon. - See you soon.
I already knew.
- Have a nice day, Liz. - Have a good day, Marie-Jeanne.
Oh sorry. It's you.
Am I bothering you?
No, no...
I came home to try to sleep 2 or 3 hours.
So?
I didn't find anything. I spent the night there.
Can I get you some coffee?
I'll manage.
It's ready.
How did you find Guillaume?
Clear, operational.
A little tiring.
Guillaume, I mean.
Do you believe in this "Mine"?
He knows Kennedy better than we do.
Until we know what we're delivering, Ponte suspends the exchange.
What?
Even from the the Perche, he blocked the Kennedy operation research room.
Don't you believe him?
I don't know.
You presented yourself to Ponte's position?
News travels fast.
I was asked questions.
What do you think?
What I told them.
It's a good idea.
In a word, she knows the land and the house.
Resistant to pressure.
She has all the competent skills.
And in two words?
No, she is an excellent candidate.
In three, then?
You're starting to piss me off, Raymond.
It takes a lot of energy to hide her feelings.
Maybe too much.
Explain?
- If I had to find a fault... - You have to.
Sometimes she is fighting two enemies.
The second is herself.
Wow!
What?
I had to ask 6 or 7 people to hear something a little harsh.
Thanks, that's all I wanted to hear.
For?
To support someone else.
That's a very good idea.
I think it's super.
"Super". Is that what you told them?
Aren't you supporting me?
Is that why you came?
Yes.
Where are you from?
Don't understand, madam.
Which country?
Uzbekistan.
Where's that?
- Very far, East.
Ah, yes.
Mass grave
Hello, I'm Marina.
Raymond told me to come.
Hello, Jonas.
Do you want to sit?
Are we going to be here long?
I don't know.
Do you know Iraq?
I know Halabja.
There was a strong earthquake there in 2017.
- Okay, yes.
Uh...
Raymond says you train secret agents?
I admit.
I...would like to know if there is a way to find an agent?
Yes, if he's weak.
He's not weak.
Anyone you know?
No.
Do you sense a spy?
No.
Okay.
So...woman or man?
That change anything?
Yes.
Woman.
Does he know where you work?
If she's a spy, yes. Otherwise, no.
Good.
I established a protocol to find out if someone is a secret agent.
But I need to know your exact relationship with her.
Camille!
Look at this.
2:41 AM.
I filmed all night.
Yes and?
Someone was here last night and that's all you can say?
Are you there to protect me or not?
Hey.
I couldn't sleep.
I went out to piss and ate a yogurt.
Can I ask you something?
You don't live alone here, there are two of us.
It's likely that if there's another person here, it's me.
What made you think it was someone else?
We live with our enemies.
We frequent them, we love them, even.
This is our job.
I did that for a good part of my life.
At first, it was exhilarating...
You think you are strong, you're in control.
Information, adrenaline...
But after a while, when you work with bastards, you become one too.
Do you consider yourself a bastard?
I destroyed a man's life.
Did you betray him?
Yes.
But that's not the problem.
What is the problem?
Fear.
When you destroy a man's life,
normally, what happens?
He gets revenge.
Normally.
That's what I would do.
Didn't you tell them you'd support her?
Yes, but I couldn't help slipping a mess.
Do you really think she's too emotional?
Not really. That is the worst part.
It came out, I heard myself say the words.
The words that end it.
You know what?
That's jealousy.
Why did they think of her and not me?
Where's her wooden leg?
Do you think I'm insensitive?
Do you want me to tell you something weird?
When you're like that, Raymond, you drive me crazy.
You are going to organize a dinner.
With her and a few friends.
You don't write anything down. You just listen to me.
You're going to invite four, five people from work.
If she's a spy,
this dinner will be an opportunity for her to catch her first fish.
Vicky...
Maude and Vincent, they live in Bordeaux.
She'll be discreet.
Neither too enthusiastic nor too distant.
Laura.
Among your friends, only one will interest her.
She's married to Simon, who works in the Ministry.
Nice to meet you.
So you make her understand that he works for the DGSE.
You point out her prey.
No one would notice she is focused on this friend.
But if you observe,
you will see that no one else exists for her.
From there, it can all start.
Are you are aware of the mission that we have?
It will turn out very well.
With each drop, everything turned yellow.
We don't know where it came from. The limestone, cleaning product?
The dunes of Pilate.
I was sure, it had to happen.
- I didn't even know her. - Last time...
I'm learning things.
It will be said, she is good company.
Interested without being intrusive.
She knows how to keep the right distance.
The next day, everyone will speak of her in the past.
She was this or that.
But there will be one who will talk about her in the future.
The only one who will have a reason to see her again.
Vicky has a former colleague who worked in Carrara.
He specializes in marble.
- That's great! - Great, right?
Macarons?
So...
When a secret agent is sleeping with someone like that...
isn't there room for feelings?
Yes.
They may exist.
It's better that there are, by the way.
When there isn't, we don't sleep.
And...
did it happen to you?
Yes, it did.
And I hurt him a lot.
Cool.
Turn left onto Colonel Oudot Street.
Continue straight ahead
You have reached your destination
Camille!
If I were him,
I wouldn't attack the organization,
but the one who betrayed me.
He is the one I would like to destroy.
You've finished?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Will he attack you?
Are you taking notes?
I note that you leave no room for doubt.
Your certainty of the existence of a time bomb,
that will explode on you...
Your certainty the end of Kennedy is the beginning of a new danger...
a certain logic.
Isn't the role of logic, to create a certainty?
No.
It would be peculiar to fantasy.
It is a defense mechanism.
To transfer a diffuse, uncontrollable fear to an environment
more familiar, that you know.
A fear you can name.
Kennedy.
For example.
It's much easier to face what awaits you.
A life without legend.
A simple life in which you bear the name you received. Your own name.
I understand you're afraid, Guillaume.
That's what Nadia says too.
Really?
So it's a plot...
the plot of those who want the best for you.
I'm going for a walk.
You were impeccable.
DGSI is in charge of it from now on.
What will they do?
Watch her.
See who her contacts are, her habits.
It's always better to observe than to arrest her.
To see how she will react to.
To what?
To the breakup.
Yes, you have to break up with her.
You have to do it right without thinking about her.
Okay.
Very well, but she'll want an explanation.
Tell her you met someone.
Is that credible?
Of course.
My love...
Dear Vi...
Vicky...
The nights spent together and your vows
they made me feel above the other men.
If you only knew how grateful I am.
And believe it, if someone could save me, it would have been you.
Leaving you breaks my heart.
But waiting for you to leave me is even worse.
Let me be proud to do it myself,
at least once.
Let me say goodbye
before you leave me.
Yours always, Jonas.
Congratulations.
Complicit to mass murder. Sentenced to death in Iraq.
Asshole
Benjamin?
Marie-Jeanne.
I told myself not to miss the opportunity to dine with the future Director.
The same goes for me, of course. Take a seat.
This little beauty contest is taking place between the two of us.
They should cut it short and flip a coin.
Yes, and with a small bonus in case of a tie.
Is there a quota policy?
- It's bad for my self-esteem. - That's the spirit of the times.
Even here, it's like that.
Know that it would be an honor to work under your direction.
Same for me.
You know, after 21 years in the service, on the field and then at the Technical Department,
I never thought about running the Intelligence Department.
Never.
That's not why I chose this service.
Is that what you think about my leadership?
I have nothing to say.
It's just a question of style.
Your position of trust is very clear.
Out of curiosity, an element is missing.
You didn't mention the Bureau of Legends.
What are your plans?
Long version or the short version?
The short one, if you don't mind.
It must be disbanded.
I don't mind the long version, then.
Guillaume, I need you.
I'm here, Marie-Jeanne.
What is your analysis?
A service that allowed me to become what I am now,
it's a service that doesn't work well.
This is about you, not your job.
At one point, you had the feeling of being all-powerful.
We're all powerful.
When we destroy a man's life with the snap of a finger, we really are.
But it's not about power.
What is it then?
Being able to rebuild.
How do I do it?
How to do that?
We can rebuild only over ruins.
Otherwise, it's patching up.
Are we in the middle of the ruins?
You, no. I am.
You will succeed.
After all, I don't care.
Come in, Marie-Jeanne.
Congratulations, Marie-Jeanne.
Congratulations.
- It's okay? - Hello.
Do you have your license?
Hello.
It's a lot of work. Do you need help?
No, it's organized.
Go for a walk and I'll make dinner.
What time do you want us back?
I don't want anyone around me for 2 or 3 hours.
Okay.
I thought you didn't get along with Math.
Me too.
It was a matter of work.
I didn't go out for about 6 months and then I won the contest.
That's incredible!
- When did this happen? - The contest?
Last year.
Where do you live now?
Didn't you find out?
No.
You're interested, that's nice.
You didn't want to see me nor talk to me.
So I respected your wish.
- I live with my boyfriend. - Okay.
- Will I get to meet him? - Not right now!
Before I left, she wanted to stop her studies.
I come back, to find her an economist.
What do you think, Guillaume?
You should leave more often.
Oops.
Okay, then we walk in silence.
You coward.
* Happy Birthday to you *
* Happy birthday, dad *
* Happy Birthday to you *
Bravo!
Now the presents. Presents! Come on!
Thank you for this.
You're welcome.
- Good evening, Marie-Jeanne. - Good evening, Guillaume.
I wanted to wish you a "Happy Birthday".
Thank you, Madame Director.
That's it, get me up.
It would be nice to meet next week
to discuss what you know.
Yes, let's meet to talk about what we know.
Good evening, Guillaume. I'll leave you to your family.
Thank you, Marie-Jeanne.
(St.Matthew Passion, BWV 244 By Johann Sebastian Bach)
Wake up, we're here.
Did I sleep long?
From the toll booth.
Excuse me.
You can leave me there.
No, I'm dropping you off.
What are you listening to?
Bach, do you like it?
It's beautiful.
Right there.
See you soon.
Yes.
- Good night. - Thank you. Good night.
* Happy birthday *
* Happy birthday to you *
Happy birthday, Pasha.
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday, Pasha!
Get up!
Everyone is gathered and waiting for you.
Be careful where you step, Pasha.
Ladies and gentlemen, your attention for a moment.
Your attention, please!
We welcome, we greet our friend,
Paul.
Let's applaud him!
No need to make presentations, you know some.
The rest are collateral victims.
But we don't care.
Move in.
So, Guillaume, how are you?
What bullshit are you still doing to us?
Huh?
Guillaume?
I thought your name was Paul.
No, it's Guillaume.
And sometimes Malotru.
Or Pain-in-the-Ass, finally ...
I'm Henri.
I'm Anatoli.
Thank you, Guillaume.
For my wife and daughters.
They are very beautiful.
He promised to visit them, and he kept his word.
My friends,
I raise my glass
to Pasha
who brought us
that in each of us,
there was something healthy left,
and who used skillfully
to destroy us.
To Pavel!
It's crazy.
Now.
Nadia?
Guillaume, my dear.
What are you doing here?
But...
it's over, my love.
It's over.
(Cold Cold Ground By Tom Waits)
* The crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe *
* Slept with a dream before he had to go *
* There's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round *
* Don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground *
* In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground *
* Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed *
* There's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed *
* When the road's washed out they pass the bottle around *
* And wait in the arms of the cold cold ground *
* In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground *
* There's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope *
* Briar patch of berries takin' over the slope *
* Cat will sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town *
* Til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground *
* In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground *
In memory of sound engineer Marc Engels who died at the age of 54 to Covid-19
* ...in the cold cold ground *
* Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells *
* Blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill *
* The piano is firewood, times square is a dream *
* Lay down together in the cold cold ground *
* In the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground, in the cold cold ground *
* Cold cold ground *