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Previously in the Service...

Algiers is Heaven.

You can't just kill tenants!

They'd paid for six months!

How do you think we fight terrorism?

I own a few apartments.

Good cover.

Real estate.

STAMPED

Stop seeing my daughter!

Forgive me, for I will sin.

He does what he wants!

He'll give her up.

Tell him about his dad and the Nazis?

That has never been proved.

A traitor's son won't marry my girl!

There's a mole in the Service.

Ask if I'm the mole,

not about the war!

Clever bastard.

I'll have your hide, Moïse!

I'll have your hide, Moïse!

WHEREVER NECESSITY KNOWS NO LAW

Churches are for getting married in,

not for making love.

You're a wicked sinner!

I have to go home.

They'll soon be up.

If my father knew...

He'd kill you!

You're damned, André Merlaux.

You have disobeyed,

you have sinned

and you will be punished.

A VERY SECRET SERVICE

Calm down.

Calm down.

All that's... nothing to do with him.

He doesn't know.

He doesn't know a thing.

Is it the hairstyle?

Not at all, you're lovely.

A bad dream.

A bad dream, when you're up and about?

You're odd, André.

The Colonel wants to see you.

Hello Merlaux.

What's that on your shirt?

Ink?

Merlaux.

We have been informed the mole is in Algiers.

There for a secret meeting with the FLN tomorrow.

All the information is here.

You leave for Algiers immediately,

identify the mole and eliminate him.

-What about Jacquard? -Never mind about Jacquard.

It's his area.

This is a mole mission, not an area mission.

Not at all the same.

The General goes there in a fortnight. I want no ructions.

Very well, Colonel.

This mission is classified Very Top Secret.

It is a silent, solo mission.

What does that mean?

You go alone and tell no one.

Roger.

Remember, the mole is one of us.

A colleague.

Maybe even a friend.

No personal feelings allowed.

Do your duty.

It's time you gave something to France.

She has given you so much.

Very well, Colonel.

Fall out.

Beslama, André.

Jacquard!

As-salamu alaykum, Merlaux.

Are you OK?

Not bad, yes.

You look...

-What's up? -What's up?

Where shall I start?

Plenty's up.

Terrorists?

No, we've got them in hand.

If only real estate was the same.

It's dropping - it keeps on dropping.

How far can it drop?

If this carries on,

no one will invest, they'll all sell!

No one! And who will buy?

Who, eh?

Who do you think? The Arabs!

We'll get ourselves kicked out!

It's gone too far.

And what are you doing here?

It's for the IEPT module, Level one.

I forget to get it signed.

That's why Moïse sent me.

A plane, just for that?

Yep.

Quite right, too.

Rigor and compliance

ensure a good secret service.

See you later.

Eight o'clock at the St George.

I'll be there.

WHEREVER NECESSITY KNOWS NO LAW

-Daddy! -Quick!

Open up!

Open up, please!

I've come to declare an occupational accident.

Gomez, Moulinier.

But it's more in your line.

It's an area-related accident.

And?

Have you seen the black children in the hall?

No. Are there some?

Sometimes, yes. One or two.

Today there are three.

So, then.

The children?

Well, I think...

That is, I presume...

that the children...

Those children?

They're from Africa.

Negroes often are.

So what?

That's my area.

Spit it out, Moulinier.

I believe it my not be impossible that those children

from my area

might be mine.

Your children?

It's not impossible.

That would be why they use the word

"Daddy".

Why the hell are they here?

Their mothers sent them.

Mothers? Is there more than one?

There may be.

Why send them here?

I might not have paid their maintenance.

And why not?

I didn't think I had to.

If they'd still been colonies...

but now they're independent...

As De Gaulle says,

you can't have your independence cake and eat...

And eat...?

Independence.

What's this new trend for inventing things De Gaulle has said?

Sometimes he's not very clear...

I hope I'm wrong,

but I'm wondering whether that's why

-you're so laid-back about decolonizing. -How can you say that?

An agent putting his personal interest

before that of his country?

That'll do.

That'll do.

Are they all downstairs or are there others?

Not impossible.

Africa's a big place.

Asserting French presence there getting to know people...

ends up like that.

And you'd like that,

those kids, to go down as accidents?

Yes. Well, I don't know...

if that's the right term.

Like I said, see Gomez.

Do you think I should

claim per child, per country...?

Gomez, Moulinier.

Gomez.

Put your hands up!

What's come over you?

Put your hands up, I said.

Come on.

So you're...

the mole.

What? Are you off your head?

And that dynamite?

It's for the General's next visit.

Is that all?

André, come on, whose fault is the real estate crash?

De Gaulle's!

He's lost his touch.

If he sells off Algeria a whole heritage goes too.

"I understand you"!

"I understand you." Oh, OK, fine!

Well done! Great!

Understand? Understand who? Do you understand?

-No... -No, no one understands.

I can't let it happen.

I'll be ruined.

You're plotting to try to kill the General?

Trying to...?

No, no...

Let's say it's for real estate.

But, Jacquard,

you're serving France.

Indeed.

Serving MY France.

The mole will be next door tomorrow.

-It's you, isn't it? -What?

I'll be on Rue d'Isly then!

With some top brass friends.

Tenants of mine who are also very concerned about real estate here.

I don't give a damn about this mole business.

-Step back! -Merlaux...

Get in there, I tell you.

If you're bored,

do some work.

It's a big mistake!

My friends are generals.

They aren't patient, believe me.

If I'm wrong,

I'll apologize.

André!

Be reasonable.

André!

No personal feelings allowed.

Do your duty.

Lord Jesus Christ,

before rising, you laid in the ground for three days.

Since those times,

the tomb of the living has become

for believers a sign of hope of resurrection.

We pray to You,

who are the resurrection and the life,

may André Merlaux rest in peace here

until the day You awaken him

so he can see

with his own eyes

in the light of Your face

endless light

for ever and ever. Amen.

We have been informed that the mole is in Algiers

for a meeting with the FLN.

All the information is here.

You go to Algiers, you identify the mole

and you eliminate him.

No personal feelings allowed.

Do your duty.

Very well, Colonel.

Fall out.

Hello Merlaux.

What's that on your shirt?

Ink?

On this sad day,

I think of the famous words

"We will know who we are when we see what we've done."

André Merlaux knows,

and we know what he did.

He is a hero in the shadows.

He gave his life for France.

We lose a companion,

but we lose more still:

we lose...

a traitor who despised France

and her most faithful servants.

A traitor who didn't hesitate to shoot a superior,

a Category A agent and leading Resistance member.

Luckily for him, and for us,

that brave patriot saved his life

and, at the same time, saved the nation.

Now that André Merlaux is dead,

Code Mole is deactivated.

May this trial be for all of us

an example

urging us to be more rigorous

and more demanding.

To work, gentlemen.

Who'd have thought it?

It's true he was a strike-breaker but even so...

He said he was in Algiers for the mole.

How is it possible to be so twisted?

In any case, it proves how efficient Code Mole is.

QED.

We've put the mole in the ground.

The mole.

Put it in the ground.

The mole is under ground.

I know!

Let's have a drink.

So Merlaux was the mole?

André?

Does that bother you?

Give me one good reason to believe it.

AFRICA

CENTRAL BANK OF FRANCE

So, Republic of Dahomey...

Done.

Central African Republic, stamped.

Upper Volta,

stamped.

Ah, Gabon. We forgot Gabon.

Your hair's changed.

No.

It suits you.

Thank you.

Stamped.

RATIFIED

CLOSED FILES

Merlaux was the mole.

Therefore it wasn't you.

Yes it was, of course!

It's like Russian dolls.

Each time a mole is found,

you realize there was one inside it that had another one inside it,

but no Russian mole is aware of being either contents or container.

You are one of those moles.

No.

You're the mole womb.

Who gives birth to moles indefinitely.

Including Merlaux.

You're the overall mole. You are...

the King of Moles.

Could you just shut up a while?

I'm just trying to help you think.

Today left me sad and exhausted.

I liked Merlaux.

Of course you did:

it's a parental feeling.

You're the mother of all moles.

QED.

Daddy?

I've got big news.

Ah, do tell.

André sent me a postcard.

He's asking me to marry him.

Wonderful.

I knew you'd be glad.

Can he come to dinner soon?

Please?

Of course, sweetheart.

MOONRAKER

Nice funeral, André.

This was in the maquis, 1943.

Father Jean,

Mercaillon,

your father:

Lucien Merlaux.

Mercaillon gave him to the Nazis.

Subtitles: Victoria Britten