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- Who are you?

- Professor Mazauric and this is Berthier, my assistant.

- A German commando is in block B.

It's a massacre. - Mazauric.

- They decimated the scientific team.

- Speak. - He was inhuman.

He killed everyone. - The testimonies fit,

the existence of the soldier is proven.

- So, we must eliminate him as quickly as possible.

- We're not going. - There's a demon.

- We're here to kill him.

- Are you the Sentinels?

- What did they do to my husband?

- The colonel presses the doctor.

- Hire me.

Suspense Music

- Armand !

Fuck!

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- God bless you.

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- Will you write to his parents?

- After the war, not before.

You know the rule.

- You're becoming stupid, Etienne.

- And you're softening. Yet, he's not the first brother in arms

that you bury yourself.

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- It's not the same with him.

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- We say that every time.

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- We've already done morphine trafficking.

- No, but these are students associated with a countess.

A countess who peddles drugs is rare.

- What else is there?

- I have a young mythomaniac who tells his exploits in the cafe.

Having lost one hand, he bought

military medals. Great success.

- Bastard...

- He has admirers.

He signs postcards where he poses in uniform.

- Irene, would you go with him?

- Uh... - No one goes solo

the first time. You need a chaperone.

- What if I suggested a topic to you instead?

- That's to say ?

Something about fashion?

- No. Something about the army.

- No one is venturing into that at the moment.

- Exactly, it would be good if we went there, wouldn't it?

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- What do you have?

- I can't tell you yet.

- Wait, you started this morning,

Are you already keeping secrets from me?

- Give me 48 hours, you won't be disappointed.

- I'll give you 24.

Tomorrow at the same time, you tell me.

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- General. - Let's hurry.

- What do we know about this German super soldier?

- He is very powerful.

- More than our Sentinels?

- My men say he has supernatural resistance.

They also talk about... mental faculties.

He would enter the minds of his opponents to control them.

- Is that possible?

At the time of the Atlases, some had developed

comparable capabilities, but they didn't last.

- Not a word about it. The mission is a failure,

Your detractors will tear down the program.

Especially since Captain Bonnefond is still snooping around.

- We have to get him away.

He consulted the ministry's archives.

- Is there anything left?

- I removed the documents on the Atlases, but you know the army.

- Well, I'll do my best, but he has support.

As for you, find me a reason to maintain my confidence in you.

- My general.

- Baron ?

Gisèle... we can't find her anymore.

- What ?

- She left with her things.

- Where is she?

Where is she?

She couldn't have just left like that... It's not possible!

Where is she?

Go get it for me! Go get it for me!

Bunches of parasites!

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- It's not the most beautiful hideout, but it's discreet.

We won't be found here.

Barking in the distance

- Charming...

- We're leaving in two days.

- Two days?

Didn't you find any tickets before?

- I'm sorry, no.

But in the meantime...

- Are we celebrating my freedom?

(THANKS.)

- Give us a little ritual here.

You must have been an altar boy, right?

- I've drifted away from religion, Sergeant. I've forgotten everything.

- I didn't remember anything either.

- Then the alcohol will do its job.

To the comrade...

A Armand !

- A Armand.

- A Armand.

- Cheers, kid.

I read your report.

Thank you for not saying anything.

- Ferraud won't say anything either.

- I will never forgive myself.

Armand is in a hole, with nothing. It will be the same for us.

We'll all end up in a hole.

Forgotten.

For them, up there, that's all we are,

registration numbers.

- We accepted it, Sergeant.

Sigh of disdain

- You're strong enough to accept, you, from Clermont.

Very strong to shut your little mouth.

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I will avenge him.

I'm going to search every trench, every fucking German hole.

I'll go to the back of Germany if necessary.

But I'll find them, their soldier, there...

and I'm going to bleed him.

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Discussion in the distance

Clinking of dice

Someone is snoring.

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Chip tapping and clicking

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Tapping

Discussion indistinctly

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Click of a door

Snap

Discussion indistinctly

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And yet, I have seen some

battlefields and soldiers...

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- I don't like your newspaper very much.

- Yet you come to see me.

- How did you find me? - I made inquiries.

You are the only journalist to have taken an interest in Mirreau.

- He was the one who was interested in me.

Right at the beginning of my investigation, I had an accident.

I was knocked down by a cab.

- Who told you that Mirreau is linked to this?

- Well, what do you want to know about him?

- What he's hiding.

- I didn't go that far.

- Are you telling me?

- Ten years ago, I was covering news stories in the 19th and 20th arrondissements.

One night, a guy attacks people in the street.

Just like that, randomly, for no reason.

He has bloodshot eyes and kills people he comes across.

A real massacre.

He is shot dead by the police,

and me, the blood of the slums, that's my thing.

So, I investigated to write an article.

But at the morgue, the body disappeared.

An army officer recovered him before he could be identified.

- And that was Colonel Mirreau?

He nods with a sigh.

Do you know what his function is in the army?

- I know he studied medicine,

then he was assigned to foreign countries, embassies.

But from 1905 onwards, there is no longer any known assignment.

- Could he have been laid off? - No.

I would rather say "put incommunicado". State Secret.

- On the evening of this massacre, did you have any testimonies?

- A direct witness, a woman.

A prostitute who drank a little,

so it didn't seem serious to my editor.

And then, after my accident,

I stopped everything.

- Do you have the name of this woman?

- It's dangerous, miss.

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- I'm a good little soldier.

I don't know how to do anything else.

I do what I'm told to do.

I go where I'm told to go.

- You've had enough to drink, haven't you?

- And you, there?

You definitely have plans for later, right? Of course!

With your engineering degrees, you will rebuild the country.

But what do I have? What do I have?

- Come on! Let's go to sleep.

Let's go. You're exhausted.

- What are you looking at?

Do you want me to tell you about Clermont? We're all going to go there.

They're going to put us in a hole, beheaded by the devil himself.

I tell you, from Clermont,

(Shouting.) We're all going to die!

Hey!

Crazy laughter (Shh!)

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(Come on.)

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Come to your room, we'll see later.

Snoring

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There's a knock at the door.

- Yes ?

- I'm here to pick up a file.

- But... come in, please.

- Is this the notebook that was on Gruber?

Bonnefond agrees.

- What I liked about Gruber was his meticulousness,

his unique taste for a job well done.

The problem with meticulous people,

It's that they leave traces.

They can't help it.

They do what they say, and unfortunately for them...

They also say what they do.

All these notes have been carefully coded.

This encryption method gave me a hard time.

In this area, German information is remarkable.

The last page talks about a delivery of equipment.

"Materiallieferung", in connection with the attack on the laboratory.

They didn't steal anything that night?

The evening of Mazauric's death.

No missing material?

Your Dyxenal?

- Non.

No samples have disappeared.

- That's curious...

Yet, knowing how you make this serum,

They should have been interested, right?

Opera music

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Laughter in the distance

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- It's been a long time.

How are you? The war isn't taking its toll on you too much, Commissioner?

What are you drinking?

- Nothing, I'm in a hurry.

- As always, when you come here.

- Well, all the information he gave you

when you hired him, I looked carefully

and everything is false.

There is no Louis Duval at the address, there never was.

Neither in the 11th nor in the surrounding area.

- Are you sure? - Certain.

And no locker either.

So, Baron, are we letting ourselves be fooled by kids now?

I'll leave you.

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- So, what is this Louis?

- He comes to work at your place,

with their faces uncovered for three months.

He knows you're not a softie,

so he has to be very sure of his move.

And there, the false papers, that confirms it.

It was well prepared, Baron.

She fell into a trap, that's for sure.

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He pours a liquid.

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- We have to finish.

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- We mustn't stay here, he'll find us.

- I know.

Whoa! Let's go lie down, okay?

Gently.

- Oh... Attends.

My head is spinning.

Come on, come on.

- Come on.

Moans

Gently.

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I'm coming.

(I'm coming.)

Squeaking

- What are you doing ?

Louis ?

Here. It's water, it'll do you good.

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Soft music

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(- My good man.)

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(You're handsome.)

(I love you, you know.)

(And then, I miss you.)

He sniffs.

I miss you.

Moving Music

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Door click

(- Is that you?)

(- Yes. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.)

(- It doesn't matter.)

(How did it go?)

(- GOOD.)

(- Good. I'll heat up some soup for you.)

(- No, I have to go back.)

I was just taking money for the taxi.

(- Where are you going?)

- I have to see someone about the article.

She works in a cafe. (- Where?)

(- At Clignancourt.)

(- To Clignancourt? And you're going there alone?)

(- Yes, don't worry.)

(- Irene?)

(- I know what I'm doing. Go back to bed.)

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Now we go to Clignancourt.

- Very well, madam.

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Rumble of thunder

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Take care, madam. - Thank you.

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Slight hubbub

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Someone is whistling.

The man laughed.

Moans in the distance

Dark Music

Cris

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Drunk man in the distance

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Clinking of glass

Growl

- Turbiner who? There's no one here, it's raining!

- You're beautiful, but you smell like a weasel!

You're just a cod!

A cod!

The drunkard laughs.

A cod!

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Music from the bar in the distance

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- Sorry, old man.

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Light piano music

- Oh! But tell me, where did that one come from?

- So, my dear?

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- This way, boss!

- Excuse me? - Yes?

- I'm looking for Roxane, please.

- Right here, there. The thin woman, there.

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- Roxane? Can I talk to you for two minutes?

- Do you want to talk?

She wants to talk! - About what happened

very close to here, 10 years ago. - Bad memories,

I prefer to forget them. - Yes,

but for some it's harder.

- It's true and it haunts you. What do you want to know?

- Have you seen the killer?

- What I saw was not possible.

No one believed me, not even the journalist.

- I will listen to you.

- Do you work for a newspaper too?

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From my window, I saw him beat up two guys.

They weren't twigs, but he was,

he had strength, speed, a real beast!

- And could you describe it?

- Forty-something, a bit typical,

surely a gypsy. And above all,

there was like this...

tattoos all over his arms. I mistook him for a legionnaire.

- Why did you think that?

- I have a few clients with these tattoos,

and they are in the Legion.

- My dear... shall I invite you to dance?

- No, no. I don't dance, sorry.

- She doesn't dance!

- Go on, insist!

- And this man, have you seen him around here before?

- No. - Hey!

You don't refuse an invitation. - Didn't you hear that?

- Good... thank you.

- Well, don't go. - I have to go home.

- Don't you like me?

Are you being shy?

- Let go of me!

- Okay, come on!

- Don't you understand? She doesn't dance.

- Who are you?

- Cleared !

Get out, I tell you!

- THANKS.

Sad music

Wait !

Can I buy you a drink as a thank you?

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Where were you injured?

In which corner, I mean?

- Near Sarrebourg.

- At least you're away from all that.

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Wait !

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Brouhaha

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- Hey, look!

- Ah, bah tiens !

- We know him.

- How we meet again.

Do you remember me?

He whistles.

Hey!

Hey!

Don't move.

Are you being less smart?

- Don't move.

- Look at me when I'm talking to you. You were being smart.

Pick it up!

- Come here, you!

- Come on !

Show us your ugly face.

Oh well, there you go!

- But stop him!

- Son of a bitch!

Howl

Dark Music

- Get him out!

(Shouting.) Son of a bitch!

- Attends !

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Moans

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Disturbing music

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Thunder rumbles.

Dark Music

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- What are you doing here?

- Thank you for coming so quickly, Colonel.

I have some news to tell you, both good and bad.

- I'm listening to you.

- I had Mazauric's body exhumed.

It was necessary.

This is the wrong corpse.

- Pardon ?

- This is not Professor Mazauric's corpse.

And judging by the analysis of his teeth, I would say that it is rather

of a needy person who was picked up somewhere.

Which leads me to conclude that Mazauric is alive.

- Is he alive?

- He's the one the Germans were looking for.

- If Mazauric is with them,

their program will move forward much faster.

It is an army of super fighters that will surge on the front,

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and annihilate our army in a few days.

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