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Why am I here?

We can save your leg.

Your abilities will be unimaginably greater.

- Then what? - Join the Sentinels, our elite unit.

- I want to see my family. - Your wife thinks you're dead.

Your husband did not survive.

I supervise the Sentinels.

This is Sergeant Djibouti.

You're a rookie. What I say goes.

Our next mission? You're in at the deep end.

They're exfiltrating the leader that attacked the lab, Franz Gruber.

Find his source.

You said the operation would be discreet.

You supply the information. We use it as we see fit.

Ferraud's blood is fixing to the Dyxenal.

- That's great news. - It's an anomaly.

They are afraid.

That's why they crowd together

like vermin.

They are already dead, they just don't know it.

Smile, gentlemen!

That's it! Your families will be so proud when they see you.

Defending France! The pride of France!

Take cover!

De Clermont,

what does this say?

THE SENTINELS

Is he awake?

Not yet.

I told you, he needs to recover.

I want to be the first to speak to him.

Keep me posted.

But Captain Bonnefond has already asked...

Forget Bonnefond.

If anyone speaks to him before I do, I'll transfer you to the front line.

Is that clear?

SENTINELS CAMP PICARDY

Sergeant.

- I'll wait inside. - I won't be long.

Fifteen over ten.

That's not good, Sergeant.

You should take a cardiac stress test.

Don't worry about me.

I'm not sleeping much, that's all.

I don't think lack of sleep is the problem.

I'm fine.

I assure you.

Not according to the results.

Dyxenal takes a heavy toll on the cardiac muscle.

Eventually, it grows weak.

Have you found yourself short of breath recently?

Don't lie. I know what I'm talking about.

Doctor, I may not be as strong as I used to be

but I can still be useful.

This war isn't over yet.

So let me do what I do best.

You can get dressed.

Thank you, Doctor.

Your turn, Ferraud.

Is there a problem?

You tell me.

You were out of control at that aerodrome.

Can I go?

If you had killed him, you would have ruined everything.

I didn't kill him.

Armand, can you take a look at this article?

Well?

Fit for duty. As for Ferraud...

Physically, you're fine.

But I heard about what happened. Care to explain?

I hear voices.

I see things, too.

That aren't there.

It's your fucking serum.

- It doesn't cause hallucinations. - Yes, it does.

There may be other factors.

Such as?

I've done some research

into your family history.

Your father.

You were 7, weren't you, when they took you away?

I never saw him again.

I'm guessing he's dead.

Good.

Was he violent with you?

He beat my mother to death.

That's not in your file, is it?

Were you present?

You must be harboring a lot of anger. If you lose control...

What are you saying?

That I'm becoming like him?

THE DAMNED PARIS SUBURBS

Salomon says Louis is gone.

He's moved on.

Did you fire him? Is that it?

Because he liked me?

He was always late. I didn't like how he spoke to people.

- Or how he looked at me. - That's for sure.

- It didn't work out. - What's your game?

As soon as I like a boy, you throw him out?

I won't let anyone hurt you.

- This is your home. I can protect you. - No.

You're scared that I'll leave and you'll go bust.

You want to make all my decisions?

Then marry me off to Salomon.

That would help.

Did you check his insulin?

Yes, but I didn't find anything.

I checked all Ferraud's results. Still nothing.

I'll look into different myosins.

We've already tried that.

Young lady.

Colonel.

So, how are our Sentinels?

The Sergeant's health is deteriorating.

Djibouti is tougher than you think.

And Ferraud?

He's at 1.10.

The Dyxenal seems to build up in his body with every dose.

- And his vital signs? - Excellent.

Good.

Anything else?

He's having visions.

Psychological distress.

He thinks the serum is causing it.

- Impossible. - That's what I told him.

Before I joined, did you observe any patients having...

Never.

But Mazauric mentioned...

Mazauric knew his place.

So should you.

Yes.

Colonel.

MILITARY HOSPITAL ARRAS

I'm the wife of Gabriel Ferraud. You treated him here.

- I don't know if you remember. - I do. You can't be in here.

-I've spent days trying to reach you. -I don't have time.

What is it?

Maintain pressure. I need morphine here!

I just want to know what happened to my husband.

I remember him clearly.

Don't worry. He didn't suffer.

You told me he was going to make it.

He deteriorated very suddenly.

There was nothing we could do. Sorry.

- I want to see his body. - It's too late!

You think we have time to bury them?

Come on, keep moving! Bring them in.

Don't look at me like that. I had no choice.

Ferraud?

Ferraud.

Where were you wounded?

In Notre-Dame-de-Lorette. Near Arras.

You?

I got taken out in Septsarges.

At night. I walked right into a Maxim.

One bullet in the belly, three in the hand.

You'd never know.

As good as new.

Within days, my section was down to two men.

Me and the captain.

Brossard.

Not the sharpest guy.

He would charge at them, yelling, with his little pistol.

He must have taken a bullet in the end.

All those captains, first in line to step out of the trenches.

No armor, no serum.

I don't know if I could have done it.

Forget that love-of-country stuff.

You'll love what's in store tonight.

Typical Armand!

I'm glad to see you improving, Mr. Gruber.

I'm sorry it came to this. Sometimes my men get a little...

emotional.

Colonel Mirreau.

It's an honor to finally meet you.

You just missed me the other night. My apologies to your superiors.

But the rest of the operation was successful.

Successful?

Killing all those people? Civilians, researchers...

Researchers who build weapons.

Those weapons kill my people. Don't be a hypocrite, Colonel.

You also have blood on your hands.

How is their serum coming along?

Who took over from Streller?

Your spies don't know that yet?

Let me guess.

Maximilian Neuer.

Age 36, trained at the University of Heidelberg.

You're full of surprises, Colonel.

My superiors believe your research has run aground.

But I'm not so sure.

I'll ask you again,

what stage are you at in your research?

Unfortunately, my scientific knowledge is rather limited.

A spy always knows something.

I know one thing for certain. You know nothing.

Étienne has a gift for causing pain

without killing.

I'm sorry it had to come to this.

The pain...

In our line of work, we learn to love it.

But we always tire of the things we love, eventually.

Don't we?

Now, tell me.

Are you scared, Colonel?

On the battlefield, one of the deadliest adversaries

is fear.

Shrapnel, gunfire,

the enemy's bayonet...

They can be avoided. But fear...

You can't escape it.

You can't control it.

It's there, inside you

like a black heart.

You ask me these questions, Colonel.

But inside yourself, you already know.

You know...

what is already happening.

Trust in your instincts.

Go to the front line.

Your defeat is inevitable. You'll see.

See what? Where?

On the front line.

- Not now. - It's Captain Bonnefond.

- To see you. - He can wait.

Go to the front line and see.

Gruber is under my jurisdiction. He's my prisoner.

- I have more questions. - Ask them later.

Once you have written authorization from General Joffre.

Find out if there have been any unusual deaths on the front line.

- But be discreet. - Of course.

I need to know as soon as possible.

- It's Gruber. - What about Gruber?

The French have captured him.

- When? - Last night.

Outside the Paris border.

- Go and get her. - She's about to go on stage.

Get her. Now.

Gruber, I've been hoping to meet you for a long time, now.

Your notebooks were very useful to us.

In different circumstances, we might have been friends.

I made some inquiries. You clearly take pride in your work.

You value your work above even yourself.

I respect that very much.

I need you.

If the German talks, we'll go to the guillotine.

You have to find him.

I ordered this machine from the United States.

They're making progress over there.

The Sanderson Lamp.

Named after its inventor, I suppose.

I'm aware of him.

Of course.

We don't have a moment to lose.

I can't promise it won't hurt but at least it's quicker.

Physical violence works eventually,

but it takes a lot of time and patience.

Don't you think?

Concentrate on the photo.

What do you see?

He's too far away.

I'm going to ask you a series of questions.

First, who let you into the laboratory?

I want his name.

Please, Gisèle.

Help me.

Look for his heartbeat, his scent...

- Focus on his eyes. - I can't do it.

Allow me to jog your memory.

The man you are protecting is a French traitor.

He worked in this laboratory.

If you're as methodical as you appear to be,

you will have eliminated him during the raid.

This man is nothing to you.

Give me his identity.

Give me his identity.

That's it.

Get inside his mind.

I want to know. Who helped you to access the laboratory?

Who was the mole? Give me his name!

I don't know his name!

Why prolong your suffering?

Give me his name!

I don't know!

I was not in direct contact...

with this person.

So there was a middle-man?

Is that it?

Who was the middleman, Gruber?

You have to shut him up.

Do you know?

Yes!

It's almost over.

Give me his name!

Stop him!

Nobody knows his real name.

He runs a bar in the suburbs.

Kill him. We have no choice.

People call him...

- Kill him! - Tell me.

People call him...

Kill him!

Tell me!

Get out.

What is it, Ferraud?

Not your kind of party?

You know,

with Dyxenal it's common to lose control, at first.

You'll learn.

Do you know who you are?

I don't think I want to know.

You're afraid to look?

I did a lot of stupid things.

Before I met my wife.

She set you on the right path?

She showed me there was no right path.

You?

Why aren't you a captain,

or at least a lieutenant, with a background like yours?

Let's just say...

I have a few demons, like you.

And not the kind that our fine institution tends to appreciate.

De Clermont!

Duty calls. I need to dip into our stash.

I'm afraid you've used your quota this week.

Comrade! What if we're dead two days from now?

I don't need it next week.

I need it now, while I'm alive.

Please!

Okay.

Thank you.

Dyxenal residue. We smoke it, it's not as strong.

We save it for special occasions, and...

I'm the one who looks after it.

Care to dance, handsome?

Sorry, ma'am. I'm saving myself for my intended.

- Your intended will never find out! - Of course.

And you?

Do you like to dance or are you saving yourself, too?

Excuse me.

I need a little air, too.

Are you following me?

Don't do anything stupid.

They can't stop me from seeing my family.

I understand. I'm not a father but I can imagine the pain you're in.

But if I were you, I'd think twice about upsetting Mirreau.

Lucien.

I have something to tell you about...

your father.

Mirreau will stop at nothing to protect his program.

It's his life's work.

You shouldn't disobey him, Gabriel.

He's dangerous.

Trust me, hiding the truth from them is the only way to keep them safe.

After the war is over, you'll find them.

Coming?

He loves you like a daughter.

He feels terrible for making you do that.

He'll make me do it again when it suits him.

No.

Really, Crécelle?

Should I force you to say what you really think?

Gisèle, stop.

Please.

Stop it.

Gruber wasn't lying.

A whole detachment. Nobody's heard from them in 24 hours.

Warn the Sentinels. Nobody else.

Djib, get your men together. You're heading out.

Why are they sending us? Are we medics, now?

It's an order from Mirreau.

That means the Chief doesn't know.

It means keep your mouth shut.

Where the hell are we?

I don't like this. Keep the motor running.

Dose up.

And you... you'd better not fly off the handle.

Djib!

What happened here?

Ferraud!

Ferraud, are you okay?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Careful. They could still be here.

What the fuck is this?

You okay?

Let's keep moving.

It's a bloodbath.

Whatever did this, it wasn't soldiers.

Don't shoot!

Don't worry.

We're French. We're not going to hurt you.

Calm down.

What happened?

He spoke to me...

He was inside my head.

His voice was controlling me.

The captain shot him.

At least twice.

It did nothing.

He killed everybody.

- Just one man? - He wasn't a man.

He wasn't human.

He was like you.

Like us, how?

He was... made of metal.

Gabriel...

You're destined for a different path.

You belong to the Titan race.

Soon, you will join me.

Mrs. Ferraud? I'm a nurse.

I work with Doctor Roux in Arras.

Yes, I remember.

I've been transferred.

I don't know what happened to your husband but...

But what?

Doctor Roux is hiding something from you.