Colonel.
Merlaux.
What a surprise.
Traitor! I don't know what's holding me back...
Don't try to act brave, it doesn't suit your face.
André Merlaux...the mole.
And you are?
A better version of you.
Lock him up!
I'd like to explain myself, Colonel.
We'll listen but we'll have a hard time believing you.
You're a bunch of losers, idiots!
Schmucks!
How do I get rid of Merlaux now?
If people like you had fought the Resistance,
the Germans would still be marching down the Champs-Élysées!
You call yourselves CAS, Civic Action Service?
Is that it? You should rename yourselves CRAP!
Numbskulls! Bozos!
Where are you going?
Don't talk to me that way. I've got my dignity.
I'll talk any way I want to bozos who can't even kill a dead man
or do better than my agents!
So what do we do? You can go screw yourselves!
Shoo! And wait for my call.
Give me the names of the three agents who brought him back to France.
Calot,
Moulinier,
Jacquard.
Anything else?
Why didn't you tell me you had another French mole?
Who authorized you to ask questions?
Do I need to remind you that you are not a mole, but a weasel?
Yes, I know, but...
So just focus on your weasel work.
But I want to become a mole.
I can eliminate the mole that betrayed us.
I can kill Merlaux.
I thought you were going to let me rot in here.
It was reckless of you to mess with the KGB.
Set me free and I'll explain everything.
Set you free? Certainly not.
You'll leave me with Mercaillon?
If you get out, he will shoot you like a dog. Cottin told me everything.
Cottin?
Marie-Jo.
Did you track down your mother?
No, but I've got a good lead.
My only chance to find out the truth.
What truth?
Mercaillon claims he's my father.
Your father?
I don't have any proof of that, but my father thinks it's possible.
Your father?
Which one? Be precise. My adoptive father, Father John.
Until I find out for sure,
I can't eliminate the Colonel. Mercaillon is manipulating you!
I too could be your father.
My father? It's a turn of phrase.
The priority is to save your skin.
Don't take any further action.
Moïse.
You thought I'd switched to the KGB? I had my doubts.
It looks like you've had good training.
Cottin...
On the Colonel's orders,
I went to the Kasbah of Algiers where I was told I'd find the mole.
Suddenly, Moïse appeared in front of me, and used
his weapon on me,
because he was probably thinking I was the mole.
When I regained consciousness,
I was a prisoner of the FLN, who then delivered me to the KGB.
I was sent to Moscow, where I was subjected to unspeakable acts of torture.
Hogwash.
But thanks to the excellent training I received by my colleagues in France,
I managed to escape. When they caught me,
I was on my way to France via Algeria to cover my tracks.
Lies.
All the more so as Algeria is actually France.
I declare on my word of honor
that I have never betrayed France.
I am not a mole, I am André Merlaux,
the victim of a manipulation...
Enough!
We've heard enough of this.
I'm sorry, I didn't get all that.
In Algiers, you thought Merlaux was the mole,
but you never killed him? I thought I did.
But I believe we fell for fake Intel
aimed at destabilizing our agency and that Merlaux was not the mole.
Merlaux was the mole!
And he's still the mole.
No need to look for a twisted explanation to dissimulate a mission's failure.
Merlaux used Moïse's failure to flee to the East, period!
There is another possible explanation.
Merlaux was able to pass as a dead mole in Algiers thanks to an accomplice.
Once he was officially dead,
he was free to contact the KGB,
pretend to be recruited there, infiltrate its inner workings,
and then...
flee from Moscow to return to Algiers.
But...what would be his motive?
This is what we need to find out.
Priceless!
You have such a vivid imagination, Calot!
We've wasted enough time.
Merlaux is the mole, a traitor who sold out to Moscow.
He deserves the ultimate sanction.
Death.
Death? You'd need evidence, wouldn't you?
I believe it's the procedure?
You're a highly sensitive person, Marie-Jo.
Well...I feel bad for Merlaux.
He already died once, you get used to it.
Hold on, Colonel.
Merlaux's been declared a mole, but he's also been declared dead.
So he's in the "dead mole" category.
However, there are no rules about the execution of a dead mole.
We've all observed that he isn't dead.
You filled in the dead mole declaration form
but I don't see the declaration of non-death for a dead mole.
And where's the non declaration of death for a non dead mole?
God forbid!
Right?
So...Merlaux cannot be executed, under any circumstance.
But he could possibly be court-marshaled.
It's the only option.
Yes.
Moïse, what should we do about André?
For now, we stay put.
If he escapes, he's got a chance. But if...
we leave him to Mercaillon, he's doomed.
I'll find a solution.
And the fire? It's over.
My poor Sophie, you startled me. What a day.
Don't ever use this stove again,
all right?
Mr.Legrand's right. With all the accidents lately.
Imagine if the blast had harmed
these beautiful shoulders of yours?
This beautiful neck?
This beautiful...
But you're naked!
I am.
How much?
I like being helpful. I have my dignity.
Do you want me...to leave? Yes, please.
What do you think you're doing?
I need to get out. You will stay right here.
I said I'd find a solution and I have.
You...aren't going to tell us?
When I explain things, you don't listen.
What's the point?
Come with me.
You're going to your own cell.
What are you doing, Moïse?
You both get the same treatment. You seem to love doing things together.
In this outfit? You wouldn't.
Get me a dress suit from the supplies room.
The hounds-tooth one with the raw silk blouse will do fine.
And flesh-colored stockings.
And brown pumps with a glossy finish.
What size? 6.
And a scarf for the draft.
Will that be all? Yes.
Let's go.
Do you have any witnesses? I saw it with my own eyes.
Are you positive about this?
I caught her as she was about to give Merlaux some biscuits!
What brand?
"Galettes Saint-Michel".
Has it been established that she talked with the prisoner?
No.
Then the sanction that applies is...
A warning and 48 hours of confinement.
With or without lunch trays, at the deputy director's discretion.
With lunch trays. You'll bring them to her.
But I'm currently doing the "Supplies" module.
And when are you doing the "Obeying orders" module?
You'll also bring trays to Merlaux.
Thank you, Schmid.
How dare you come in without knocking? Who do you think you are?
I'm not going to let you off so easy just because I've got Merlaux.
I still know what I know about you.
I wanted to show you something, Maurice.
Maurice? How dare you call me Maurice?
It's a beautiful name. But what about your friend's name?
I could undermine your authority,
call you a faggot or "twisted".
I know who I am,
but I also know who you are.
A cuckold.
If you harm Merlaux, these pictures will be everywhere.
And don't bother robbing my home, I have doubles.
And even triples.
Have a good day, Maurice.
Colonel Mercaillon speaking. I need to talk to the General.
What is it about?
It's about executing a dead mole.
The nation's greater interests require his personal involvement.
An assassination attempt? Yes, Colonel.
Against the General? Where did it happen?
In Pont-sur-Seine.
Pont-sur-Seine? I've never heard of that town.
The OAS...
Anyway, the General wasn't harmed, was he?
Good.
So could you tell him to call me right back?
The General has more urgent matters...
More urgent matters?
What is more urgent than France's greater interests?
Hello?
Moron...
Yes, we were cut off. Mr.Mercaillon, Plecq speaking.
Are you with the General?
No, it's Plecq, a family-owned catering company since 1876.
We're doing your daughter's wedding, with André Merlaux.
It's canceled! I'm sorry? What is canceled?
The wedding's canceled! I'm sorry to hear that,
but, as was stipulated in the order, which you signed yourself,
for a "Versailles" buffet package for 150 guests,
I find myself obligated to deposit advances 3 and 4 to the sum of 2,445 francs.
2,445 francs?
New francs? Yes, obviously.
I wanted to remind you of this operation.
But you can't do that!
Well it's been the Plecq policy since 1876, Mr.Mercaillon.
Then change your policy!
For God's sake!
Mr.Guy!
Let me do it. I'm sure you have better things to do.
That's true.
Thank you, Nathalie.
You're welcome, Mr.Guy. Always a pleasure.
What the hell are you doing here?
I was bringing food to prisoner Merlaux.
No, let me handle it. Are you sure?
Are you deaf or stupid?
There you go. You must be hungry.
You'll be more comfortable to eat.
You know, André,
you're my only son. And that's priceless.
Mercaillon speaking. Listen to me carefully.
If you don't get Merlaux this time, you will be eliminated. All of you.
Tell the other bozos.
You're going to tail my daughter again. Don't lose sight of her.
Merlaux will surely try to see her.
Get him.
And bring him back to my place.
Alive.
What the heck are you doing here? How did you escape?
Mercaillon let me out. The bastard.
You're being followed. He can kill you discreetly now.
I was careful. I didn't see anyone. Stop worrying!
Your naivete is baffling. Just like your cowardice.
Well I'm going to Marie-Jo's, it's better that way.
You let her out, didn't you? Not really.
That's stupid.
Look, André, I have something on Mercaillon that could destroy his career,
he'd lose his civil servant stat...
I'm tired of your petty civil servant schemes.
What is it?
I won't tell you now. I don't trust you enough anymore.
Me neither. I don't trust you anymore.
If you walk through that door,
you'll be on your own for good.
Pads are not there for ornament.
You were right, Colonel. It was easy.
Well done! And here's Merlaux!
Who is this nincompoop?
I didn't understand.
I love your daughter!
Guten evening, Herr Calot!
Good evening, Anna.
Good evening, Maria. You look stunning tonight.
Thank you very much!
Please come in.
Calot...good...
Yvon!
Yes, Father?
I have good news for you. You're getting married on June 3.
That'll be Sophie's wedding. She's not getting married anymore.
Your wedding will be just as beautiful as hers. You too will have the "Versailles" buffet.
Who is it? I beg your pardon?
Who am I marrying?
The daughter of our upstairs neighbor, Chamoiseau.
Her father agreed. But she's 31.
And? I'm 19!
She has experience, you don't. You were made for each other.
But she's got facial hair.
Enough! I've had enough problems for today.
It'll be on June 3, the date suits everyone...
and you'll get leave.
Yvon.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Herr Calot...
I love you...
I love you too...
I told you the mission
was too difficult for you.
You're just a weasel.
Where's Merlaux now?
He disappeared.
Nice job.
You were right,
I've been presumptuous and individualistic
because I still have some Capitalist reflexes.
I can make it up to you. No.
I understand. I had my opportunity, I failed.
On the other hand, I think I've identified a potential recruit here.
I'm sure I'd work better in a collective framework.
I'm listening.
So...
The recruit may not be a mole, but it would be a dormouse,
without a doubt.
Or an otter.
Or even a polecat.
Yes...
Algiers Airport
Passengers for the Algiers-Tunis flight
can now board their plane at gate number 4.
Passengers for the flight to Casablanca
can start boarding at gate...
Mercaillon speaking.
Merlaux is in Algiers. I just saw him at the airport.
He was here. I saw him. I swear!
Hello?
Thank you, Moktar. This is very good news.
Uh, yes. Good news, Colonel.
Can the bride and groom move a bit to their left?
That's great.
Why did you order a buffet for 150 people if there's only ten of us?
What do you care? I'm the one who's paying for it.
Pay attention everybody. Smile.
Madam, look at the camera.
Okay. One, two, three.