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I asked about Colonel Mirreau.

- Did you find anything? - I stopped looking.

Even mentioning his name put me at risk.

Ferreau's wife has decided to write a piece on our activities.

I'll handle it.

We're looking for information on the Sentinels program.

I don't work for the Germans. Too dangerous.

What if I told you we can help to find your protégé, Gisèle?

Get me information on this man and I'll help you.

The body was burned, sir. It was identified too hastily.

- So, what now? - The Sentinels, sir.

- They're the only option. - Two days.

Once Mazauric is sent to Germany it will be too late.

I wish I could have spared you this mission.

Because it's suicide?

WOLXHEIM PENITENTIARY FORT GERMANY

Your laboratory is too rudimentary.

It's impossible to make Dyxenal in these conditions.

I know that, Professor,

that's why we're transferring you tomorrow.

But first, there's someone I'd like you to meet.

Professor.

Thank you.

Commander.

Once again, we need your help with our research.

This is the French scientist who is running

the Sentinels program.

He has agreed to help us and will be needing some samples.

What for?

If the Professor can determine what makes you so...

unique...

he will soon be able to build you an army.

The Professor already knows what makes me unique.

THE SENTINELS

ROAD TO WOLXHEIM FORT GERMANY

Get ready, gentlemen.

There's a roadblock up ahead.

Halt!

Check their pass.

Pass, please.

Where are you going?

No idea. Hollenburg.

I'm carrying fuel for the 8th Division.

General Lüttwitz.

Your pass has expired.

- What do you mean? - The date.

Turn off the engine, please.

What is it?

The pass is expired.

- What's he carrying? - Fuel.

Fuel?

Something wrong?

Get out, please.

- Is there a problem? - Requisition.

I'm taking two fuel canisters.

I'm sorry, but...

I can't let you do that.

Excuse me?

I have orders to deliver it.

If anything's missing when I get there...

Then explain it to them.

That's an order, soldier.

Open it.

De Clermont!

Ferreau, give me a hand!

Henri?

I think I've found something.

Any news from our soldiers?

Not yet.

They must be close to the German fort.

It's too soon to worry.

We won't know until tomorrow afternoon.

At the earliest.

They'll bring back Mazauric. I know it.

A letter from your wife?

They're in Nice now.

Etienne, you should know,

if our mission fails,

the Sentinels program will likely continue...

I hope.

But you and me?

Joffre won't have much trust in us.

Last night, I made sure you can be transferred to the base at Toulon.

To be closer to your family.

And you?

Me?

I'll face the consequences.

They will succeed, Colonel. I know it.

Until then, the program proceeds at full speed.

Bring in the next test subject on the list, today.

And our surveillance?

Carry on.

Mirror! Get your Mirror! News from the front!

- Did you find anything? - Yes, but I risked a lot.

Too much. This is the last time we'll meet.

This is Mirreau's military file.

Gabriel Ferreau.

An inspector recognized him.

He used to "work" for the Ménilmontant Dogs.

The son of Paul Charpentier.

Charpentier, the card player?

A card player

with an unfortunate habit of beating his wife and children.

He was shot down by police,

one night when he flew off the handle.

I knew him from Ferrazzi's place.

- A scam artist. - He cheated?

He claimed he could control his opponents' minds.

- So he was cheating. - Probably, Commissioner.

What happened to his hoodlum son?

Nobody knows.

He left the area, stopped causing trouble.

Calmed down.

Any address? Is he married?

I can look into it.

After that, you and I are quits.

We'll see.

Faster, damn it!

Stay with me. Just hold on.

Talk to me.

Talk to me!

Ferraud! Get a fucking move on!

Hang in there.

Stay with me.

Fuck.

Open your mouth.

Go on, drink.

That's it. Calm down. You're okay.

- Sergeant? - Yeah?

Let's risk it.

Leave him. I'll take him.

De Clermont, look at me. Come on!

Come on!

Are you alone?

- What? - Sit down.

Sit down!

Alright, I'll sit down.

Check nobody's here.

Back soon. Stay with us.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Give him more Dyx.

De Clermont!

Open your mouth.

Swallow!

Hold on, hold on...

I can do it.

You stay there.

I can do it.

He's going to live.

No, you don't!

Hold him still.

Hold his legs!

We need to disinfect it. Get more cloth.

He's going to make it.

Everything is fine.

You're going to live.

You just need rest.

It has to work this time.

Is this Djibouti's hormone analysis?

The most recent that we have.

If we change the eluant we can make a second separation.

Which means we could identify the hormone.

It's the best option in the time that we have.

Colonel.

She's here.

Her name is Aria Sainte-Rose.

A prisoner from Bordeaux.

Sentenced to death for murder.

You know we're not ready yet.

We have no choice, Marthe.

With Mazauric captured we have to speed up the program.

Did she volunteer?

Not yet.

Thank you, Etienne.

Please, have a seat.

Why am I here?

You are soon to be executed,

I believe.

We're offering you a second chance.

If you join us,

you'll be allowed to live.

What do I have to do?

We wish to know how you respond to a medical substance

that we manufacture here.

Once the serum is injected into your body,

your combat abilities will be significantly improved.

So you're the army, is that it?

Yes.

An army laboratory.

Is it dangerous?

It's possible you won't be able to cope.

And?

It could kill you.

You have to decide.

Decide what?

Get my head cut off or try your serum?

Is that the choice?

Is there a chance I won't die?

Yes.

And if it works?

You'll be stronger.

Stronger than a man.

Suspicious disappearances in the Atlas region.

A certain Charpentier.

His whole company disappeared in the desert in 1904.

400 men in total.

And not a single body. Not a single survivor.

It's as if the desert swallowed them up.

Did the papers report it?

Mine didn't. I would remember.

A disciplinary battalion? Who would be interested?

Carry on.

Who was in the desert at the very same time?

A certain Colonel Mirreau.

Officially, to...

supervise archaeological digs.

And you don't believe that?

It's not about belief.

Mirreau was in Morocco in 1904.

That's where Charpentier vanished.

Mirreau was also at the mortuary in Paris in 1906,

making sure his body wasn't examined.

What happened in the meantime?

I don't know.

But I know that soldier couldn't have died twice.

But the other soldiers that vanished in 1904,

what became of them?

Mirreau must know, but...

It's like he's protected. Untouchable.

We don't have enough to go on. The article won't hold water.

One soldier out of 400?

Could be a deserter, an administrative error...

We can't take the risk.

I believe your intuition, Irène.

But we need more evidence.

De Clermont?

Can you hear me?

I can hear you, sir.

We can't wait for you to recover.

We're leaving you.

I'm sorry I let you down.

Get out of here as soon as you can.

Untie them,

and head for our line.

This will keep you going, soldier.

It's going to be alright.

Let's go.

His name is Ferraud.

Born Gabriel Charpentier. A reformed crook.

You'll find the details

in his criminal record and family papers.

Apparently he had a son, just before the war.

Perfect.

What do you want with him?

You're too curious, Baron.

And Gisèle?

I'll know her whereabouts in the next few hours.

I'll keep you informed.

My enemies may also be yours.

Be ready.

You'll be hearing from me soon.

Madame?

You're a journalist?

Yes.

That's rare, for a woman. My congratulations.

It takes a lot of courage.

It's a dangerous job, especially at present.

Should I take that as a threat?

As a warning.

And there won't be another.

And you are?

52 kilos.

Pupils normal. Look up.

172 centimeters.

Jaw, 15 centimeters.

Face forward.

Were you raised in the countryside?

Yes.

So was I.

I'll inject you now.

Any brothers or sisters?

I don't know.

And your parents?

My mother's alive. My father died two years ago.

The man you killed. Can you tell me more?

We need information on our patients.

So we can know them better.

So I'm defined by who I killed?

You tell me.

Just ask for my case file.

I've read it.

It's very brief.

A man, aged 45. A farm worker.

- You cut his throat with a knife. - And?

Did you know him?

Not really.

Did he do something to you?

If I survive, I'll tell you.

It's a two-hour walk from here.

And then?

We pick up Mazauric and get out of there.

You alright, Sergeant?

This fucking Dyx is eating me alive.

You want to stop?

No, we keep moving.

You know...

I was 16 when I became a soldier.

I wanted to leave home but...

I had nowhere to go. I was broke.

The army was perfect for me.

You eat...

fight...

and sleep.

No more pesky questions.

But what I didn't realize...

is that I was made for this.

Like you.

I don't know.

Yeah. You do.

You saw, in the trenches.

Maybe, what, one guy in ten is truly capable of fighting.

Nothing against them. That's just how it is.

They're not killers.

But we are.

So, even if the Dyx is burning me up inside,

I'm going all the way.

I don't know what's happening to me.

Their soldier, it's like he's...

He's what?

Getting inside my head.

That's normal. It's the fear talking.

He's just a fucking soldier like the rest of us.

If we survive, they'll put me in an asylum.

Don't worry, Ferraud.

You have more chance of dying here than of ending up in a nuthouse.

But still,

dying with me in a German forest?

Probably not the end you were hoping for.

I'd imagined plenty of ways to die.

But not this one, no.

Me neither.

I guess I imagined my end would be...

more glorious.

Your super-soldier has lost his mind.

He's barbaric,

a threat to humanity.

The horrors he commits on the battlefield are your fault.

We have merely been continuing your own research.

You shouldn't have.

Do you think you're in a position to lecture me, Professor?

Yes, but we learned from our mistakes.

You want to repeat them.

And reproduce that monstrosity.

Our super-soldier is a necessary evil.

Once we have a hundred like him,

the war will be over in a matter of days.

But you will have created monsters.

But we'll be able to eliminate them.

And if you fail?

We won't.

You have a difficult task, Marthe.

Mazauric also failed several times, before you.

But like him, you'll succeed.

The Colonel won't admit it, but he's worried

that the program will be shut down.

Did he send you to tell me this?

What are you trying to test?

My loyalty?

I need to be able to tell him that you're up to it.

Tomorrow's operation must succeed.

Your place in this laboratory depends on it.

Sorry.

It's Gisèle.

What is it?

The Germans.

They've found her.

This is it.

Stick to the plan.

We find Mazauric and take him home.

I'll follow you.

Nobody's here.

Up there?

Nothing.

Keep moving.

Too quiet. This isn't normal.

What do we do?

No choice. We have to risk it.

We meet at last.

Seize them.

- You're going to regret this. - Keep walking.

- What will they do to me? - I don't know.

But you're important to them.

- You're scared. - Shut up!

Time to say goodbye.

Good evening.

She's dangerous.

Perfect.

- This way. - And my fee?

Of course.

I'll guide you.

Nobody move!

- The girl's coming with me. - Baron?

- Don't move. - You neither.

Who are you?

Who sent you?

We have a lot to discuss.

- Get down, Baron! - Salomon!

- The girl! - I've got her!

Don't be scared.

Stay down.

Come on, Baron!

No, wait...

Who were they?

I don't know.

- You were working with them! - I never knew who they were.

How did you meet them?

- He approached me outside the jail. - That guy?

Yes.

He told me to go work for you and seduce Gisèle.

- Where was he taking her? - He wouldn't say.

- No name or address? - No! He told me nothing, I swear.

I swear, that's all I know.

Then you're no use to me.

No!

Don't kill him.

Please.

Open the door.

As you wish, Commander.

Did you know

that the French had another program known as Atlas?

I was there.

You and I are connected, Gabriel.

Like you, I was created by Mirreau.

Translation: David Buchanan

Subtitling TITRAFILM