Georges!
Georges, I've come to bum you a smoke!
My wife!
The bastard!
May 31, 1961. 8:34.
The Presidential Boeing 707 lands at the Orly airport.
8:45, the official US delegation gets in...
the vehicles provided by France.
9:45, the American Presidential couple enters Paris
via Porte d'Orléans.
10:04...
The motorcade drivers, they're Communists.
We don't know that.
That's the problem. You don't know that.
We'll look into it.
10:04, crossing of the Seine
via the Pont Alexandre III.
A squad of republican guards will provide the escort.
Republican guards are all Communists!
It's turning into an obsession!
Yes, it's getting out of hand..
Communists are everywhere.
People used to say that about Jews.
One thing led to another and, at the end of the day,
nothing good came out of it.
10:15,
President John Fitzgerald Kennedy is officially greeted
by General de Gaulle.
He put some Communists in his government.
Oh come on! No! It was a national unity government.
The war had just ended!
We refuse to discuss President Kennedy's visit
with Communist sympathizers.
What? He's got some nerve!
We want to talk to your boss.
All right, let's go then.
We want a private meeting.
Congratulations.
If you have no qualms about shooting your President,
killing a former colleague will be child's play, right?
Child's play.
There's an explosive device at the store "Aux Dames de France".
It will explode in one hour. Long live French Algeria! Long live the OAS!
Quick!
Everybody get out of the building! Go!
Maurice?
Since you won't answer my calls,
I had to bring out the heavy artillery.
The heavy artillery?
You did this?
I warned you, Irène. I'm a dangerous man.
Maurice... Don't worry. There's no bomb.
You're pathetic. I'm telling my colleagues.
What about Moïse? What?
I know you have a lover. Is it Moïse? Is it Georges Préjean?
Moses, Judas, Cain...leave me alone, Maurice.
You need to come back home now. I'll forget everything.
Well, I won't. I really like my new life.
I'm not bored, I'm having fun...I feel alive again.
In this ridiculous maid outfit? Look at you!
You're a colonel's wife, goddammit!
Not for long. I'm getting a divorce.
Think of our honor, our reputation.
I don't give a crap about your honor and my reputation.
I order you to return to your marital home!
No.
If it's war that you're asking for, you'll get it.
Right, you'd need at least an army to bring me back.
I don't have a lover...I have several.
We all know how important President Kennedy's visit to Paris is.
The future of the world is at stake.
Your agents don't realize the extent of the Communist threat.
Our agency, just like yours I would guess,
conducts surveillance of the USSR and its satellite countries.
The Communists aren't just over there!
They are everywhere. They're here.
Gentlemen, will you please remain civil.
It's France you're talking about.
We know that the KGB just recruited an agent from your agency.
What are you saying?
One of your agents
just got recruited by the Soviets.
Could you please be more precise?
Are we dealing with a mole, a defector or a double agent?
We don't know.
I'll personally take care of this.
Resume your meeting, you don't want to arouse anyone's suspicion.
With these three agents? Calot,
Jacquard and Moulinier are outstanding agents,
men whose integrity is the honor
of the free world. Our free world.
I hope your agency has assets of that caliber.
What are you doing, Maurice, you're not at work?
Sir.
Do you like my wife's clothes, Marthe?
Here you go. Keep them.
And the money I owe you. Go back to the Sarthe, Marthe.
But I've had this job for the past 20 years.
Thanks for those 20 years. So long.
I need to get my nightgown. It's in your bed.
Is that all, my dear?
No, not here.
So tell me something nice.
I love you.
I'm not worried, but...
I got your message.
Are you still in touch with you-know-who?
More or less. He passes messages on to me and I pass messages on to him.
Otherwise it's "hello" and "good evening".
I happen to have a message for them.
I'm listening.
I know that you-know-who recruited one of our people.
And I know who it is.
Well, eliminate him, then!
I want him alive.
So we'll have to suggest something to you-know-who.
I'm ready to give you-know-who
the names of two individuals who could potentially go over to you-know-who.
Oh? And where do these two individuals come from?
From you-know-where.
Really? Really.
Tell you-know-who to set up a meeting.
I'll send one of my people to oversee the exchange.
The so-and-so who went over to you-know-who
for both names from you-know-where. Understood?
It's perfectly clear.
As a sign of good faith.
One of the potential defectors.
Two agents from you-know-where who adhere to Bolshevik ideals.
They could easily switch over to you-know-who.
Both names for our agent. I'll be expecting your message.
I can tell you now, honey. I never would've killed you.
I took the cartridges out when you were looking for your shoes.
You betrayed my trust.
You can't call Communists "crap"!
They were very much involved in liberating France.
Let me tell you something. Yves Montand isn't crap.
Want proof? He slept with Marilyn Monroe!
She even had an affair with President Kennedy.
That's what happens when you elect any old guy...
Instead of picking quarrels with our Communists,
I think you should worry
about all your enemies or non friends,
including the Soviet Union perhaps,
but also Cuba, the Mafia, Mexico, Nicaragua,
Korea, North Vietnam...
Here he goes again.
And, of course, Monte-Carlo.
Monte-Carlo?
You did infiltrate an agent in the prince's circle.
Grace Kelly is not a CIA agent.
So can you tell us
how an actress who worked with Clark Gable, James Stewart...
Gary Cooper, Hitchcock...
An actress who received an Oscar...
Why would she choose to live with a fat man in a casino?
Well. It's half-past twelve. Should we have lunch?
Ah! Good idea.
You're going to have lunch here?
No tablecloth, no cutlery, no plat du jour?
No wine?
I, for one, find them scarier than the Communists.
The Communists have lunch...several times a week.
Come in!
Someone just dropped this for you at reception.
Thanks.
Hôtel Du Lion D'Or, Room 7, 5:00 PM
Are the restaurants closed?
Moulinier, I need you.
Merlaux?
No, Merlaux, no! Merlaux! No!
Stop this, Merlaux.
Stop! Merlaux!
What's gone into you, Merlaux?
Have you gone mad?
Merlaux!
You are to meet a French agent.
Hôtel Du Lion D'Or, Room 7, 5:00 PM
You're a bunch of lowlifes, crooks.
You're ruthless, lawless, have no sense of honor.
You have no humanity. You're worthless!
This is why I put all my trust in you.
I've got a mission for you.
It requires all the qualities I just listed.
I want to know who sees whom, where, what, when and what for.
You can call me day and night.
Watch out. The two men are dangerous.
The women are...
not to be trusted.
Let me know when you find them and wait for my instructions.
Don't take any initiatives.
Come in!
Moïse said you needed to see me.
Yes!
I need us to review the drinks schedule
for the upcoming quarter.
Since when are you still alive?
Since always, I guess.
Boy, I can be such an airhead sometimes!
I'm so happy for you, André!
That's nice of you, Marie-Jo.
You're the mole.
And you're an agent?
I'm sorry you chose that path, André. France lost a great agent.
France just got a new one back.
I'll have to search you, Marie-Jo.
I'll have to search you too, André.
Gross negligence on Moïse's part. Sending you on a mission with no gun.
Well, I'm still a rookie, André.
He's not. He seems more worried about his career opportunities
and his retirement fund. André...
Or perhaps it just proves once again the arrogance of Capitalists.
Sorry about this, Marie-Jo.
Terrible...
This is terrible news.
For God's sake! Why did he have to do this?
I don't know, but he looked totally indoctrinated.
He died of it.
Mr.Moïse, I...
You're an agent now, Marie-Jo.
So please drop the "Mister".
Moïse, I'm so mad at myself...
From now on, there is no more room for feelings.
Missions are the only thing that count.
I know, but I killed André.
As painful as it was, mission accomplished.
Marie-Jo,
he wasn't the old André Merlaux that we used to know...
and love.
Don't shake me up like that, Mr.Moïse, I'm all teary-eyed.
Are you satisfied, gentlemen?
No more "Reds" in our house?
Can we resume the meeting?
What kind of a circus is this?
What the hell are you doing here?
But...you're the one who brought me here, Sidi Colonel.
Me? Why would I ever do that?
Because of the desert, but maybe you don't remember.
We went there, Sidi Jacky and me,
we took the Green Jerboa across the desert.
Then, we ate monkey meat
and we both prayed together when we buried Irène.
Irène? Yes.
I don't understand a word you're saying!
You even said, "Moquard, you're my friend, I'm inviting you to Paris". So here I am.
Excuse me...can I go back to Algeria then? Or...
Marie-Jo!
It makes your butt look big.
Oh, really?
Thanks. That's what friends are for.
Gentlemen, let's get back to business.
Now that our American friends are completely reassured...
About what?
That's confidential.
Our meeting to prepare for President Kennedy's visit
can resume. Calot?
10:04, crossing of the Seine via the Pont Alexandre III. A squad
of republican guards will provide the escort.
10:15, official welcome of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy
by General de Gaulle.
10:20, private meeting between General de Gaulle,
President Kennedy and their spouses.
Mr.John Fitzgerald Kennedy and his wife Jackie Kennedy.
General de Gaulle and his wife Yvonne de Gaulle.
In France, we don't chuckle when we're someone's guests!
It's rude!
Well, you chuckled too.
Yes, but this is our country.
Thanks to whom?
Oh no, not again!
Gentlemen, I'm going to ask all of you to please get ahold of yourselves.
Nobody here forgot that the United States helped France
win back its freedom,
and France has also helped the US in its quest
for independence. This is why it's imperative
that we all work in a spirit of mutual respect and friendship.
11:00, General de Gaulle...
Who let these foreigners in without telling me?
I don't understand a thing!
These gentlemen are CIA, Colonel.
Both our agencies are coordinating
President Kennedy's visit.
What's so funny?
Are you making fun of the General?
No!
How dare you? You should
go back to your brand new country devoid of history, culture,
and roots, and you can keep your secretary-humper
and his big-footed, tacky wife!
While you're at it, bring back your Coca-Cola,
your chewing-gum, your jungle music, your hay cigarettes
and the whole shebang! Just go home!
We'll handle our President's security ourselves.
We do not wish to collaborate with you.
President Kennedy will travel in an American-made convertible
driven by an American patriot and will be escorted
by American patriots!
Blah blah blah American!
Communist! Blah blah blah Communist!
Gentlemen!
It's a great loss.
A huge loss.
Such a promising agent.
Don't you think?
I do.
Marie-Jo was probably their best agent.
But I no longer serve France,
I serve the USSR.
Mission accomplished, comrade.
The KGB's expecting you in Moscow.
Here are you plane tickets.
Paris-Tunis, Tunis-Tripoli,
Tripoli-Geneva, Geneva-Amsterdam, Amsterdam-Moscow!
That way, you won't be followed.
And it's cheaper too.
The answer to your question is "yes".
What question?
The question you asked me without asking,
and which I had not answered earlier.
I'm sorry. I don't understand, Mr.Calot.
I accept. I'll marry you.
But Mr.Calot, I...
Wasn't that the meaning of your little skit?
Wasn't it some kind of mating dance?
Things have changed, Calot, I...
I don't want to get married anymore. I have new opportunities.
What's his name? Whose name?
The man who changed you.
It's Moïse, my boss. He made me the woman I am today.
Well I offer to make you the woman you used to be.
Jean-René...
When you'll be the woman you used to be we'll see where you're at.
I don't love you.
I'm so sorry.
Don't be. I don't love the woman you are now either.
I will love you when you're back to being who you were.
I'm listening.
Your wife is at a bar. Le Colibri.
Moïse went to a bar.
Le Colibri?
No, the César.
What should I do? Do I move in?
Hello? Should I stay or should I go?
No. I'm on my way.
No, no, don't worry about that.
Nobody wondered where the folded piece of paper came from.
That's the whole point of middlemen.
Nobody will ever wonder that.
"Workers of the world,
unite!"
Don't get too close.
I killed André.
I just hate myself!
I just hate myself...
I killed André!
No!
Marie-Jo, no! What's the matter?
You're overacting.
They'll never believe it.
Go on.
I killed André.
I just hate myself!
That's it. All right.
That'll do. Good.