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You betrayed us, you bastard.

Go on, get down. Get down!

Don't shoot, guys.

- Don't shoot! - Go on.

Don't shoot!

Jump!

Get up. Run! Run!

- What's the problem? - I want rid of him.

I wouldn't worry about that.

Freeze, freeze.

- Fancy a ride? - I couldn't be happier to see you.

Do I not deserve a little reward?

A little kiss?

You're taking advantage of the situation.

You're not wrong.

No?

That was the Secretary of State.

We have 24 hours to stop Koskas and retrieve the drone or we're all fired.

We need some ideas.

Good ones.

If it's surveillance, don't bother.

No sign of Koskas, let alone the drone, at either known location.

Koskas' only weak point is his son.

- How will you find him? - I have an idea.

The problem is that...

if Koskas doesn't think Bertrand is dead,

he'll know we're working together and that endangers Alex.

There's a good chance he already knows I'm alive.

Through Alexandra herself.

- How come? - I couldn't resist.

I called Alex.

What? What did you do?

- I just wanted to speak to her. - Vincent.

- Did you think about her? - Enough, Vincent.

Exposing Vincent and his ex was a serious mistake.

So fire me! I'll protect her myself.

His ex is almost my wife.

What an excellent idea.

Step outside and Koskas will shoot you dead.

Let me go, my wedding is tomorrow.

We'll have dealt with Koskas by then. Until then, Bouly...

- Keep the bride-to-be safe. - Very good, sir.

- Be careful. Be extremely careful. - Don't worry.

You can leave, but only for the wedding.

- Under strict surveillance. - If Alex hasn't given up.

- You can call her, to reassure her. - Yeah?

What should I tell her? The Secret Service kidnapped me?

It's not like you've never lied before.

Trust me. Once you're married, I'm sending you far away...

on your honeymoon.

Is that a good enough wedding present?

I never trusted that bastard.

Why didn't you foil him sooner rather than flirt with him?

You think I haven't noticed your little game?

I see why you didn't mind sacrificing me earlier.

I've always sacrificed my men, myself included.

Who cares if you're gay? This is more important.

We can't fuck it up.

If Vincent and the lawyer were infiltrators,

maybe the lawyer's wife is too.

- Perhaps hiring her wasn't so clever. - Spare me the sarcasm.

I'll deal with that bitch.

Just do as I say.

Valéra the bent cop. It's hard to believe.

Keep quiet until we have solid proof.

Be a mate.

Check out this list of names. This should help us.

A bunch of young thugs, all called José or Manu.

It's like pinpointing a dog called Rex.

Is it worth dirtying Valéra's name now he's dead?

Maybe he had accomplices.

And we need to find the crook he was working for.

Shit. I don't believe it. That's three times this week.

They've put scales down in front of the machine.

To combat obesity.

- Really? - Yep.

They could have said! I've wasted two euros.

Yes, but you've also avoided 300 calories.

Check this one out.

"T. Massenot", with a meeting arranged for this evening.

You're going to make me eliminate all possible first names.

Got something better to do?

Come on, get to work.

When you see Marco, call me, and say "OK"!

As soon as I see him.

- It's all right, he understood. - Mamadou, let's establish a code.

You call me and just say: OK.

OK?

- I call and say: just OK. - Goddammit, keep it simple.

You call me and say: OK.

- OK. - There you go.

- And me? What do I do, Vincent? - I've got another mission for you.

Of the greatest importance.

Check me out, mate.

- What do we have to do? - Idiot.

I didn't really understand.

Come on, Lola. Hurry up.

- Everything all right? - No problems.

Stick to her like glue.

If someone approaches, punch them and ask questions later.

That's my speciality.

Shit, it's Arthur. You didn't see me.

- What about shopping? - Another time.

What do I do now?

- Why are you here? - Ditto.

- Morning, is Lola here? - Sorry, she's just gone shopping.

No worries, I'll come back later.

- Goodbye. - Take care, Arthur.

Actually, it was me who cheated on Arthur.

We broke up.

Come with me.

I thought things were going well.

You've met another boy.

Is it the guy you chained yourself up next to?

Yes, he's called Virgile and he's lovely.

You were wild about Arthur, but you're suddenly with this guy.

Wasn't it easier before?

It's no big deal.

I feel bad about Arthur.

That's normal. It's actually reassuring.

It would be worrying if you didn't.

- What should I do? - Listen.

You've come to the right person, because I'm a great authority

when it comes to dating advice. I give conferences around the world.

The choice is yours.

Just be honest with people, starting with Arthur.

What if it upsets him?

Sometimes in life...

we make choices that hurt people, or even ourselves.

Oh yeah?

Like when you give up on someone you love,

- but you know they'll be unhappy. - For example.

We haven't talked about it, but doesn't Mum's wedding bother you?

It's complicated between your mother and I,

but I'm glad she's marrying Bertrand. It's a good thing.

- I want her to be happy. Are you? - Yeah.

That's Mum. Without me, she had no shopping to do. I should...

I was just quickly dropping off one of Lola's books.

- Apparently you heard from Bertrand? - Yes, but he didn't say much.

- He didn't even say where he was. - Don't worry. He'll be there.

Bouly here, leave a message.

Did you hear something?

Maybe it was Arthur.

- Poor guy. - Mum!

Look, someone's calling you.

It's Bertrand.

Hello, love.

- Where are you? - Sorry, darling.

My old uni lawyer mates threw me a surprise.

- Hey, Alex. What's up? - Couldn't you call?

I lost my phone on the plane.

We kidnapped him for his stag do. We're in Morocco.

That's enough, Tony... We're in Casablanca.

- Casablanca? - I'll be there for the ceremony.

You must be joking. Didn't you think I'd be worried?

Sorry, I had no choice!

- You know what old chums are like. - We'll buy you some slippers.

A bit intense, but hey.

- You're sure that's all it is? - Yes, my love. Please don't worry.

I can't wait to get married. I love...

Here's a little snifter to help you relax.

Isn't half five a bit early?

You've been studying that journal for an hour. Time out, Superintendent.

Can we go?

- Where? - You forgot?

My scooter's broken and I'm going to the cinema.

- The film starts soon. - Can't we even chink glasses?

Mum!

- Yes, Bago? - The identity search was fruitless.

- No viable suspects. - Nothing at all?

- Not even for "Massenot"? - No, nothing.

- Can I go home now? - Yes, thanks. Goodnight.

Good evening.

Can we go now?

Is there a problem with the L2? Isn't the site protected?

- What do you mean? - You mentioned Massenot?

Yes? Do you know a Massenot? Who is he?

No one. I only know the Massenot Tunnel.

- The site near the L2. - The abandoned motorway?

Yes, the biggest tunnel is the Massenot.

It's about time they resumed construction. It's been 25 years!

You're amazing, love.

- I know. - Let's go.

Hey, how about a little present tonight?

We'll see.

Come on, let's go.

See you.

- Survived, did you, bitch? - Shut it.

Stop it, look at me.

I promise we'll take him down. He's going nowhere but prison.

- Your child's mother. - What?

- I don't know, but she's not happy. - What's going on?

Sit yourself down.

How could he just piss off to Casablanca the day before?

Yeah, but he was up against his mates.

What mates? I've never seen these mates.

I've never heard about them. They looked ridiculous.

That's not the kind of company he keeps.

In a night club of all places!

It's not like him, or he has a different side to him.

- That's messed up. - Trust him.

We all have stupid, degenerate friends,

but that's why he didn't introduce them.

This guy loves you. He'll be there tomorrow.

Why do I choose men that are never there when I need them?

Why didn't I see this coming?

Bertrand's seemed weird for weeks. He lies, makes excuses, or he's away.

- Like you used to be. - Stop beating yourself up.

Bertrand's a good guy. He loves you. You chose well.

I didn't choose well with you?

Sorry to disturb you, Vincent.

I...

I should have given you this earlier, but...

I hope you'll forgive me.

I'd better go.

I'll be off. I still have to visit the printer's and the church.

And Bertrand should have collected his suit from the dry cleaner's.

- And then... - I can help, if you like.

I can help you! Of course.

- Would you? - Yes!

- Are you all right? - I'm fine.

You collect the suit and we'll meet at the church?

I have a little emergency, but I'll be there.

Thank you.

You could get 30 years for what you did to her.

Until then, I have two options.

Either I grab a bite at the old port,

while you chat nicely with her,

but watch out...

- She can be spiteful when upset. - Your average chick.

Or you tell me where the drone is...

and I'll consider giving you immunity.

In brief,

you'd remain safe when your father and his cronies are caught.

You have 15 minutes to think about it.

You can't give him immunity!

I don't have a choice. Time is short.

Boissieu.

I'm in remission.

My body is curing itself.

And you decide to hide that from me?

If you'd seen the results mid-mission you'd have lost motivation.

Alex was in danger. I'd never have dropped you cold.

I'll find the drone and deal with Koskas, but that's it.

I'm leaving Hydra. It's over.

I like it when you get angry.

Too bad, we could've done great things.

What great things? Tell me.

What great things?

I don't know. Guess.

A big boy like you.

Marco, we share everything here. It's just a matter of time.

Tell us where the drone is.

How does it feel to be a disappointment?

How does it feel?

You targeted Bertrand's wife to impress your dad

and you screwed it up.

He still thinks you're a cock-up, that's unfair.

Shut your mouth.

You didn't die in Afghanistan like Romain.

You're not his first-born, you're a mistake.

You'd sacrifice yourself

for someone who'd willingly throw you to the dogs?

Seriously?

It's up to you.

It's ultimately your choice.

- Stop! Stop! - Vincent.

What? Oh yes, damn it.

You don't like this guy. He gives the green light.

I kill you or not, depending on his green light.

It won't be on my conscience.

All right! I'll take immunity.

Start talking.

All I know is there's a transaction at 7pm tonight.

Where?

Massenot Tunnel on the L2.

He can't get immunity, can he?

Shit. You'll spend the rest of your days in prison.

I didn't know about your remission.

It's great news.

Not for Hydra, because you're leaving, but for you...

Vincent, you're getting better.

You're going to live, but who with?

- Marie, now's not the time. - I disagree.

Your ex, who you let go because of your illness,

is getting married tomorrow, and you're not dying.

Are you in position?

- We're approaching the tunnel. - I'll stay at the entrance.

Perfect. Backup is 1km away on the road.

Stand down until you can see the drone. Understood?

- There's movement, two cars arriving. - Can you see the drone?

No, but I doubt it's in those cars.

OK. Your turn, Vincent.

I confirm. The drone won't fit in those cars.

Shit.

There are people coming.

Koskas' men aren't selling, they're buying!

Can you see what they're buying?

It's in a box.

It's missiles!

Send the photos.

No way.

Air-to-ground AASM, new generation.

They can carry any kind of bomb, explosive, chemical, even nuclear!

There's movement over here too.

Shit, it's your sister.

What? How did she find it?

I don't know, maybe through Valéra.

We didn't realise Koskas was buying missiles for the drone.

He's selling a lethal weapon. Do not lose the missiles.

It's not that straightforward.

Shouldn't we request backup?

- Afraid of the dark? - Yes, if it involves armed smugglers.

- Vincent, get out the other side. - No, I can't let the missiles go.

Plant a tracking device. Team 2 will deal with the sellers.

Our priority is the missiles, drone and Koskas.

Yes, we'd understood that much, Colonel.

Switch it off.

What is this, a joyride?

Vincent?

- Bago, there was someone there. - Perhaps it was our masked vigilante.

In any case, something definitely went down in this tunnel.

I agree.

Want to go back to mine?

We'd be alone.

Isn't it a bit soon?

- It'll be great, you'll see. - I have to go anyway.

My mum's getting married tomorrow. I have to help prepare.

- Lola, wait. - I'll call you tomorrow.

- Bye. - Bye, Lola.

I'm sorry about the tunnel yesterday.

I shouldn't have nagged, it wasn't the right time.

Your remission changes things for me too.

I see things differently since I almost died.

- Welcome to the club. - I don't want to waste time.

I've had fun, but I'd rather know where I stand.

Your ex is getting married today.

If you have something to tell her, now is the time.

I'd rather you were happy with her than unsatisfied with me.

I've prepared some rose and peony bouquets

for both sides of the steps.

OK.

And I'll put a large bouquet above the altar.

As for the pews, I've done some rose bouquets.

- Is that OK? - Perfect, thank you.

- I'll leave you to it, Mrs Rey. - Thank you.

Thank you, great.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

The groom-to-be!

Lovely to finally meet you.

- Sorry. - Don't be sorry.

Work is like that. The long hours...

But I'll tell you something:

I love couples like you who marry later.

It always seems a more mature decision.

- Even if you're too busy to meet me. - That's not it.

And, not to be rude, but...

at your age, it's wonderful that you're marrying in a church.

- What a beautiful statement of love. - Yes, I agree, but...

Vincent is my daughter's father. He's just here to help me out.

I'm sorry. I honestly thought that...

- It's no big deal. - Right.

Have you chosen the music and readings?

Everything's here. And my daughter will do the reading.

- Very good. - Thank you.

- Can you pick up the suit? - Yes.

I have to go back home, I really have to rush.

Yes, don't worry.

- Thank you. - Sure.

I'm off, I'll see you there.

- All good? - All good. The bride is waiting.

It's me.

It's me.

I'm here.

Here's the dry cleaning.

- Where shall I put the suit? - So, what do you think?

- Ready? - Yes.

Guess who.

To negotiate your son's freedom...

You shouldn't have messed with my family.

I can cause collateral damage too.

So?

His phone's encrypted, but I broke the code.

Koskas is 50m from Bertrand's.

You seem keen.

Vincent, come in. Koskas is 50m from where you're standing.

50m!

I don't see him.

No way.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...

I'm on it.

Move! Move it!

Juju, move!

I'm running late.

Come with us.

I'm running late, it's urgent!

Vincent, don't make things difficult.

What? This is madness, Juju.

You're hiding something from me.

Juju...

Come on.

Fucking hell.

Easy question. How do I make deliveries

- if my car is in the pound? - Calm down, sir.

Tell me! Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

Don't touch me. Ever!

Talk to me.

Talk to me, please.

- Talk to me, Juju. - Superintendent Libérati.

- OK. It's official. - Yes.

You're off your rocker!

What were you doing last night at the Massenot tunnel?

The Massenot tunnel? Where's that?

What are you on about?

Great. Keep doing that.

Juju...

Place your finger there.

And then what?

Then what?

You'll rough me up to make me confess?

Now, we'll compare your prints with the guy we've been pursuing.

A masked vigilante who's really starting to do our nut in.

- Do your nut in? - Yes.

Some Batman bullshit.

If it's bullshit, then you're safe.

Go on.

Go on.

So, is it me?

- Is it me? - No, it's not you.

No, it's not me.

- I don't understand. - I don't understand, it's not me.

Sorry, I don't understand.

It's all right. Don't worry. I forgive you.

- Juju. - Yes?

Take a holiday, Superintendent Libérati.

- Yes? - No need to lock me up.

I'm not going to steal the bride.

It's silly, I almost believed your version.

My brother's not in it, but this secret organisation still exists.

And we'll find it, believe me.

Come on.

- Good news, Vincent. - I'm not in prison, is that it?

Yes, I'm glad you're still with us.

Be glad, because it'll soon be over, I'm warning you.

Exactly. We've just located Koskas.

He called from an abandoned airfield near Berre Lagoon.

- Are the drone and missiles there? - We'll meet you there.

What do you say? Thanks, Mamadou. Thanks, Tony.

A little kiss or something. We're not dogs.

Go!

Don't suppose you have a spare miracle fingerprint changer?

Because Mamadou and I are interested. Right, Mamadou?

Hey, guys. What's up?

Yes!

Oh shit.

Hey.

Hands up.

Put that down.

Koskas lost his gang and his toy.

It's all yours, I have an emergency.

Vincent.

- Good work. - Good work.

Damn it.

- You don't hang about. - Drive gently, I need a nap.

Don't worry, Mum. He'll be here.

I'm so sorry, love.

- You look amazing. - Yeah. Hi, Alex.

See, we brought him back, with the Casablancan sun.

This is that degenerate friend.

My sister's behind me. Smile.

You're in rehabilitation, you're working with me on alarms.

- I'm employed? - Yes.

- Why are you here? - To see Lola.

- You know... - It's over, but I miss her.

This isn't a great time.

Sometimes you just have to let them go.

Everybody enter, please.

Hey Lola,

I'm not really a lawyer, but I can certainly navigate the law.

- Call me, if you need to. - OK.

You never know.

- Thanks. - Is there a problem here?

No, I just gave her my business card, just in case.

I'll go and find Mamadou.

- I didn't realise Tony knew Bertrand. - Small world.

You may be seated.

The bride and groom

have asked Lola, Alexandra's daughter, to do a reading,

but I believe she would be touched

if her father were to read instead.

"It is good to love: because love is difficult.

For one human being to love another

is perhaps the most difficult task.

It is the ultimate proof,

the work for which everything else is but preparation.

Loving does not at first mean surrendering,

or uniting with another person.

It is a unique opportunity to ripen,

to take shape,

to become a world in oneself for the sake of another person.

It is a huge ask, and a limitless ambition,

that calls your loved one to vast distances."

Rainer Maria Rilke.

- The witnesses may come forward. - You owe me big time.

The bride and groom.

Please stand.

In the presence of your friends,

your parents,

your witnesses,

I will now ask you to exchange vows.

I, Bertrand, take you, Alexandra, to be my wife.

And I promise to be loyal, in good times and bad,

in sickness and in health,

till death do us part.

I'm sorry, Bertrand. I...

I can't. I can't.

Alex?

- Isn't this what you always wanted? - Stop, Bertrand.

Let me speak to her, OK?

I'll go talk to her. I'll bring her back.

If you want Lola, go and surprise her. Show her you still care.

Show her you'd do anything for her.

I just saw you.

- I'm sorry about this morning. - It's fine, it's not important.

She's not happy.

Go on.

Go.

- May I? - Yes, you may.

It's not the life I want.

Not with Bertrand, anyway.

Shit, it's an electromagnetic bomb!

Fucking hell. What's happening? Nadine?

Emergency protocol.

Nadine?

- What's going on? - The computers are down.

- We've lost all the data. - Shit.

The electromagnetic waves have destroyed Hydra's core.

We've been tricked.

- Koskas tricked us. - Yes, and to avenge Marco.

No, Koskas sacrificed his son for the bloody drone and missiles.

- We're missing something key. - We're back to square one.

Not quite, we've got Marco.

What is his cooperation worth?

I already offered him immunity, before Vincent got involved.

Precisely. Vincent won't like it, and he's not alone there.

I'll deal with Vincent.