Gentlemen, Merlaux's in Algeria.
You're leaving immediately.
And you'll bring me back that traitor. Alive.
Or dead.
You'll get your full bonus. Alive
and the bonus will be doubled. Tripled if he's dead!
Colonel, Merlaux must be brought back alive
for the interrogation.
You've forgotten that this is the standard procedure
for double agents that you implemented yourself.
I render to Caesar what belongs to Caesar.
Right.
Alive. Single bonus.
But we're on extended code, right? Limited code! Now go get
that turncoat and drag him back to me!
You're getting better at this, Georges.
I learned from the best, Colonel.
Is it my position that you want?
No, Colonel. I want to take you down.
And I will.
Colonel, why are we on such good terms with the FLN?
And what's the problem with the OAS?
They're unruly, a bit over the top, but...
they feel like they were misunderstood,
even though they were told otherwise.
Jacquard, we obey the General's orders, period.
He knows better than anyone what needs to be done.
Remember the Appeal of 18 June 1940.
Exactly!
"But has the last word been said?
Must hope disappear? Is defeat final? No!"
What's this? The Appeal of 18 June.
Look, Jacquard.
If the General says Algeria stops being French, it stops being French.
He's never been wrong, and he's not going to start now!
And the French people who live there?
They'll go live in France since they're French.
It's a colony, not a summer camp!
Both you and Algeria are a pain in the ass.
Is that clear enough? Or do I need to shout it out on Radio Paris?
Radio London. Radio Paris was collaborator propaganda.
Thank you, sir.
Ain Beida Monastery, January 1961.
This notebook belongs to andré merlaux
Moktar!
I'm so happy to see you, Sidi Jacky!
Sidi Moulinier, it's been a while!
Sidi Calot.
Well, it's a warmer welcome than in Moscow.
So do you know where he is? Not yet.
But we're going to find him...
That renegade!
Sir, taxi!
Sir, taxi.
Sir, taxi!
THE OAS PUNISHES TRAITORS
The smell is unbearable.
Come on, Calot, it smells of jasmine, honeysuckle,
wisteria, lavander, lemon trees and orange trees!
I like the air in Moscow better.
This is the best quality there is. Handwoven. Touch it.
Touch it! Premium quality, you can't find this anywhere else.
I'll take four of them.
I can give you two liters of motor oil
and 500 grams of chicken drumsticks.
What? What drumsticks? Calot.
We're in North Africa.
You can't shop like you're in Moscow.
I'll show you how it's done. There are four stages.
How many tunics do you want?
Four.
They're for Anna-Maria.
One, and one to spare.
Yes...anyway.
Stage one.
Tell me, khuya, shal rabaa tunics?
Four of them? Télte mia.
Télte mia?
No, no, no. Mitine, max. Two hundred?
You want me to go bankrupt?
Not surprising if you never sell anything.
We'll go somewhere else. It's too expensive. Serak!
Go away then, hraymi!
That was stage two.
Stage three.
Shuf, premium quality.
Nobody else has that. Americans are crazy about it!
Americans? Do you see any Americans around here?
Sometimes. Give me a reasonable offer.
But 200, no. 200, safi.
250.
No! Come on, 210 because they are beautiful. Baraka.
Aya, 210.
I lose, but it gets it off my hands.
210, and that's generous of me. Stage 4.
Choose a gift.
Thanks.
I'll take this turban.
Saha.
Barak lahufik!
That's odd,
this merchant is both furious and friendly, like a double agent.
Who's he working for?
You should know. It's your region.
Oh no, Calot...
I'm sorry...I don't like it.
Saha.
Yes?
Good evening. I've brought your towels.
Come in.
Salam alaikum, André.
You took your time, Marie-Jo.
Oh. Sorry. Excuse me.
I'd rather have the top bunk, I'm afraid of falling.
So take the bottom one. I can sleep in the top one.
No.
If you sleep in the bottom one,
you're at the bottom. You think you can't fall off.
You're sleeping soundly and that's when you fall off.
Whilst up there, you know you could fall off.
You stay alert all night and never fall off.
You'd rather have a bad night's sleep on top.
Not falling isn't a bad night's sleep.
The Colonel sent agents after you, limited code.
What about Moïse? He's in Paris, coordinating everything.
From his comfy office.
André, you're not being fair, he...
Your towels, Sidi.
Well, well, well...
Hello, Merlaux.
We've got orders to bring you back to Paris.
You'll be tried for high treason and collusion with the enemy.
I'm innocent. You guys know me.
Nobody knows you anymore, Merlaux.
You're just another target in another mission.
So how should we do it?
Who's going to shoot first?
Drop your gun, Merlaux.
And put your hands up.
What are you doing here, Marie-Jo? Yes, that's odd.
Moïse sent me over as backup.
Just in case.
By the way, he said the mission is now on "Extended Code".
Yes!
Great news!
Hey, let's all go
have dinner in the dining car. Marie-Jo?
I'll guard Merlaux.
Well, hmm...
see you later then.
And no funny business, Merlaux.
That's what I call mission accomplished!
Perfect timing, I'm starving.
Do you think they have borscht?
We could always ask.
I do know that the couscous is excellent.
Come in.
Code...no limits.
I'm going to pound you, Marie-Jo.
I hate crude language, André.
Our colleagues from the French Petroleum and Gas Company,
Marie-José and André.
Marie-Jo.
Mister Muf...Mudidi?
Ali Muhiddin Haci Bekir,
my family's been making Turkish delights in Istanbul
for seven generations. I love Turkish delights.
Please, come and join us.
André? Did I get that right?
Yes.
Have you ever been to Istanbul, André?
No.
It's the most wonderful city in the world.
Khuya!
Steeped in age-old tradition,
it also embraces the 20th century. It's both secular and Muslim,
European and Asian. Nevertheless, it remains consistent.
Don't you find this fascinating, André?
What do you mean?
To be two things at the same time?
Indeed.
Whisky for everyone.
Sorry. Marie-Jo?
A Cosmopolitan.
Hey, get us some zeituns.
Very well, Sidi.
So I feel obligated to travel to Constantine
to express my discontent
to this distributor
who committed to sell our product and needs to honor our deal.
What do you think about this, André?
A deal's a deal, right?
Breaking the deal would be perjury, right?
If you say so.
I don't know much about Turkish delights.
It's not about
Turkish delights, in my opinion,
my dear friend.
It's kind of like a crime
that needs to be punished.
No doubt.
I'm sorry, Mudidi!
Do you want to order another one? After I'm done with that one,
yes.
If I may.
To this wonderful encounter, to Istanbul,
and to Turkish delights.
And to deals
being honored.
Calot?
Calot!
Hey, Calot, are you okay?
I told you the air here makes me choke.
You scared us to death!
Don't get any ideas, I've met someone else.
Mudidi?
Ah, Turkish delights...
are high in fat.
Bad for the arteries.
Damn it...
You!
Wake up! We need to get out!
Are you okay, Marie-Jo? Yes.
Thanks to Merlaux, who saved my life. Great.
But Merlaux is still a traitor.
Yes.
You didn't get your regulation PM412V pajamas?
Constantine, end of the line.
All passengers must get off the train.
He duped us.
And he kidnapped Marie-Jo.
Or she kidnapped him.
Sidi Jacky!
Merlaux, the turncoat, is on his way to the Ain-Beida monastery.
Nicely done, Moktar.
Sidi Moulinier?
I've come to give you the dining car bill.
What's this now? Moktar, what is it?
I don't know. It could be the FLN.
Or the ALN.
Or the Wilaya Tlata.
Or the OAS.
No, Sidi Calot, it's not the OAS.
These guys are Arabs. Or members of the OAS
dressed up as Arabs so the FLN gets blamed.
Everything is so far-fetched in this region.
Damn fags!
I told you we'd meet again.
Tsalâm âleiskoum.
It's those weirdos from Québec, right?
I told you we'd found the Quebec Liberation Front,
right, taouin.
Why me?
Now we're good friends with the FLN.
We're well trained and well equipped.
Your damn condescending tone from last time...
we remember that.
You're going to pay for it. Correc'!
I can speak your language.
Can I come and join you, eh?
It's crazy to bump into each other here, eh?
We have an offer for you guys.
Beslâmâ!
But,
what did you tell them, Calot?
I promised them that France would liberate Quebec
from Canadian imperialism.
Oh? Is that all?
"Long live free Quebec!"
What does it mean? No idea.
It's like "I've understood you", it works every time.
Hello.
I'm looking for Yannick.
André?
André...
Mom?
The road's full of rocks!
Why did you go this way? Because it's this way, Sidi Jacky.
Oh, a gas station.
No, Calot, it's just a man selling chickens.
Odd country.
No.
Mercaillon is not your father.
I knew it.
He had your father killed.
I was madly in love with Lucien. And Mercaillon was so jealous.
So...
he reported Lucien and our network
and had them all killed by his friends in the Gestapo.
I was arrested too, but I managed to escape.
I couldn't stay in France.
Mercaillon would've tracked me down.
I knew that Father Jean
would take good care of you.
I thought I'd never see you again, André.
Who is this young lady?
I'm a colleague of his. Marie-Jo, my fiancee.
I left you just a child and now you're engaged.
Édith Merlaux.
We haven't found Yannick, but you found your mom.
I'm Yannick.
No one has called me that in years.
It was my moniker in the Resistance.
Yannick is your mother?
You're as stunning as ever.
Mercaillon.
Don't move, secretary lady.
Why did you tell me you were my father?
To save my ass. Nobody kills their father.
So nothing can stop me from killing you now.
Scumbag! Traitor! Collaborator!
That's all in the past, Édith.
You and your spawn are the last remnants of that past.
To quote the General,
France needs to move forward.
So long, son.
Perfect timing. Kill him.
Yannick is his mother. I order you to kill him!
We always obey your orders. And your orders
he's alive,
we get a bonus. Full bonus.
And we're in "limited" code.
The orders have changed, I want him dead!
What about the bonus? I'll double it, triple it.
Come on, eradicate this turncoat!
Well, well, well.
Now that's a surprise. To kill someone, you need balls, kiddo.
You need to be an elite agent, not a second-rate one.
The blundering fools who trained you
won't ever change that reality.
I like men.
Moïse?
You killed the Colonel.
Since the beginning, I've been wrong.
I thought you were a... A what?
A pen-pusher.
It's so nice of you to give me hand, Mr. Guy.
Don't mention it.
They're about to storm in, you need more manpower.
Couldn't say no to that.
Are you sure there are drinks?
With the Colonel's death...
Yes, these are the rules.
For the Colonel's death, there are posthumous drinks.