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THIS IS A TIME OF TURMOIL, OF CLASHES BETWEEN TWO WORLDS,

OF ECONOMIC CRISIS AND THE MIRE OF BLOODY CONFLICT.

TERRORISM STRIKES EUROPE AND THE MIDDLE EAST DAILY.

WELCOME TO 1976.

IN DJIBOUTI...

FRANCE'S LAST REMAINING COLONY.

♪ Don't you know ♪

♪ Nobody grows up bad ♪

♪ Do you hear them losing ♪

♪ Here and there ♪

♪ Don't you know ♪

♪ See the people bubbling here ♪

♪ Will they spend their life flirting ♪

♪ Citizen from nowhere ♪

♪ Won't give up Won't give up ♪

♪ Won't give up Won't give up ♪

♪ Could you hear our music ♪

♪ You could feel real homesick ♪

♪ We will never look down ♪

♪ Never, ever give up ♪

♪ Will you finally come too ♪

♪ Reason is the heart we go through ♪

♪ Every day ♪

♪ God had put away ♪

♪ Never, ever give up ♪

WE WANT OUR INDEPENDENCE EVEN IF WE MUST PAY IN BLOOD

♪ Won't give up Won't give up ♪

♪ Won't give up Won't give up ♪

- Hello, Francois! - Hello.

Hello.

Hello, Louise.

Where's your brother? Still ill?

Yeah, right. He's never sick.

He just heats up the thermometer.

And Mom never notices.

But who's going to school daily and will become a doctor or an astronaut

while her brother's at home with Mommy?

Thhat's true.

Hello, Zyed. How are you this morning?

Good, and you, Miss Jane?

Very well. Have a nice day, Zyed.

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 3RD, 1976

- Hi, François - Hello, Bernard.

How's it going, Gary?

- Bernard Le Renard... - Sit down, Bernard.

Don't move or I shoot it.

You understand? You understand?

Gary!

Nobody move! No talk!

Border Somalia.

- Now. - Okay.

Gary!

Gary!

- How many are you missing? - Four.

- And you? - All of them.

- Miss! Coming..

Mister? Aren't we going to school?

Shut up!

Listen up! All of you sit down!

No more noise!

Otherwise...

You slow, you die.

You understand? You stop, you die.

Speed. More speed.

Don't let them pass you!

Speed. Speed!

Close the border! Do you copy?

Copy! Get the stinger!

No. No, no, idiots.

Don't close the border.

Get out of your seat.

Do not waste my time.

Come on

The children...

You see those soldiers?

Tell them to go.

Now.

- You understand? - Okay.

- Now. - Okay.

Inspired by true events

Is it good?

Take it easy. - But it hurts.

Show me, I'll tell if it hurts...

- What did they do?

They did the wrong side!

You're lying

I never had appendicitis.

So you're still a kid then.

- Precisely. - So that's it then?

Am I a kid?

Monsieur Gerval? Phone call for you.

- Here. - Thanks.

Thank you.

Yes?

OKf, thanks.

Pierre, it's Andre.

Contact Lorca, Campere and Larrain..

Bye.

21 hostages. AH children.

Held by three or four terrorists.

- In French-Somali No Man's Land. - Any demands?

France's immediate withdrawal, the release of political prisoners..

Nothing new, nothing acceptable.

Three of the kids are US citizens, so the Yankees are pressuring us.

They sent a military advisor in order to force our hand.

I've called General Favrart, the head of the Legion there.

They will deploy, but it's unlikely they'll intervene.

- Why? - Most of the kids are from their base.

That's understandable.

Anyway, what would they even do?

Rush in with bayonets and guns?

This isn't their strong suit.

The President's advisors are shitting their pants.

If we negotiate, we're cowards.

If we act, it's dead kids all over the papers.

- Perhaps by our own hands. What then?

You'll fly to Cairo as civilians

There, you'll join a convoy, arrive on site and await orders.

You'll need to prove what's so "special" about your "special" unit.

Very well.

Michelle?

- And the American? - You figure it out.

Don't forget. You work for the Republic.

And the Republic...

You seen this?

Think she'll say yes?

I found it in my civvies.

We were supposed to have dinner Cecile and I tonight.

But honestly, do you think she'll say yes?

- It's been five years... - Lorca.

I'm not worried she'll say no. I'm worried that...

Lorca.

Friend is not my job.

Hey, check it out.

I made it from my Mum's old coat.

You get suspenders, add a stitch here...

The guns are just an alibi. Georges' true passion is needlework.

It suits your age, no?

- You got a problem with my age? - Not at all.

What happens to your toys when you're behind a desk?

Your wife gets them.

I don't have one. If I do, you'll be a bridesmaid.

Hey, Georges! What's this?

To make myself pretty for you.

That was on the list? A “hair-dryer"?

Hey, Campere...

- Ever been to Africa? - When I joined up.

So, what's it like?

It's hot.

No, I mean, what's Djibouti I Ike?

It's very hot.

- Captain. - Good day.

I've just been told about your situation.

It's OK, the gear will go in the hold...

Look, the problem is, my plane is full.

What do you mean?

Full with passengers. There are no extra spaces.

Look, prick, f you don't want your legs broken,

you get us on that fucking plane, understood?

Captain I've come to act as a volunteer.

Captain! I've come to act as a volunteer.

Who are you? Why are you here?

I'm their teacher. I'll get on the bus with them.

Stay with the parents at the base. I've got enough problems here.

The parent don't need me. But the children do.

They're all alone, I can help..

Nobody approaches the bus. Now you need to get out of here.

Madame, stand aside, please.

Madame, get back here! Shit..

Come back!

Captain.

General.

What's that?

- The children's teacher, General. - Good work.

- The children's teacher, General. Good work.

Now we have 22 hostages.

It's Miss Jane! She's come to get us!

Stop right now!

Go back, woman, now!

I'm the children's teacher.

I just want to see them.

I'm American, not French.

You're American?

Hmm.

We no need you here, Teacher.

The children are okay. Now go back.

They're okay for now, but soon they won't be.

You'll need help with them.

The driver is gone.

I can help you.

If the French want to save the children,

they'll be okay.

I've seen them prepare.

I swear, you'll need me.

So tell me, what are they doing?

They brought in the Legion.

Are you okay?

Children...

Everything will be all right. I'm here, OK?

So, who's hungry?

Who wants to pee?

I'll go see what we've got in store.

- Philip Shafer. - Captain Gerval.

- You're the military advisor? - Relax. I'm just an observer.

- You're the military advisor? - Relax. I'm just an observer.

- You speak French? - Three tours in Indochina.

In Vietnam, you mean?

Oh, good. You speak American.

I get the gist. But that's about it.

I'll teach you.

Pierre! We're off!

Are you sure this is France?

Looks like Nanterre.

Oh wow... Mister?

Sir?

Excuse me.

Your holster, um, it's real?

What I mean is, is it like Clint Eastwood's?

Can I take a look?

- I've got one too... - That's why Georges was chosen.

To keep us abreast of fashion trends.

I thought there was only one criteria to join the unit.

Don't worry about my shooting scores.

Thank you.

We were all chosen for the same reason.

- The question is, why did you accept? - For my hair.

They said I wouldn't need to get it cut.

The beauty of youth..

How about you?

I had no choice. I was getting kicked out..

You see Georges here?

He wanted to see if he could blow up a tank with a remote-control car.

- I made a tiny mistake... "Tiny"?

You blew up the Hyeres ammo depot!

Only half the depot!

You put a grenade under a tank, Georges!

All right, give it a rest!

Why did you accept, Lieutenant?

We were both at Chaumont.

Careful kid, LT enlisted out of conviction.

And Larrain?

Because he's the best.

Bernard?

Bernard, what happened?

Let me see.

I didn't do anything, Miss.

- I asked if we were going to school... - OK, Bernard.

We need to get this treated.

- Don't worry, I'll handle this. - Yes, Miss.

- Are you cold? - No, I'm all right.

- Try to get some rest.

It'll be all right, OK?

What do you want, Teacher?

Did you hit that kid? He's injured.

He needs medical care, or it will get infected.

Let him go.

Inshallah. He okay.

No, he's not okay.

One won't make any difference.

Maybe I kill him now.

Simpler.

Well...

that would upset the Legion even more.

Go back inside, Teacher.

Damn... Those poor kids.

So, you're the cavalry?

I was promised the elite.

Sure doesn't look like it.

Which of you is Captain Gerval?

That's me, General.

Firmin, show these men their quarters.

Your father is Colonel Gerval? Of the 11th Shock Regiment?

- How is he? - He died last year.

So, you're the CIA cowboy.

Don't act surprised. You don't look like a diplomat..

He's not wrong.

Who are these clowns?

- I have to go. - Why? Bored already?

On reconnaissance.

I need to find a firing position.

Relax. You can't see a thing now.

If things turn sour, we need men in position, just in case.

Anyway, neither of us have orders from Paris.

The kids are asleep. Nothing will happen tonight..

- Tell me about the terrorists. - Rahmani.

We have four heavy-armed individuals.

They're from a rebel group demanding Djibouti's return to Somalia.

- No ultimatum? - A message.

Tomorrow at sunset, they kill the kids.

- We've got movement. - What the hell is going on?

Where's this idiot going?

Shafer, did you know Somalia lets them come and go?

Of course. They fight for the same cause.

Get me Paris!

Do your recon, but stay at a distance.

Of course.

Rahmani, go with him.

I'm borrowing this.

Uh, be careful. I like my...

jacket.

Did you notice that my scope wobbles?

It does?

- Damn, there's condensation. - Can you fix it?

Hold on...

I knew it'd come in handy!

Can our gear cope in this heat?

The gear isn't the problem.

The problem will be us.

Why doesn't this thing work..

Pierre? What do you think, really?

Yeah, it's great.

How long are their knives?

- 20cm? - 22.

Standard-issue bayonets.

Not exactly precision shooting...

It's the Foreign Legion, after all.

It's really not the same business.

You're just a bunch of pussies.

He sure is a strange one.

You know the hammer game?

There's two players.

Each guy takes a nail and hammers it into a table a bit.

You tie a scarf across your forehead.

First to hammer the nail down wins.

- Using your head? - No, your cock...

It's their favourite past-time.

- Where's Jean-Luc? - Making friends.

Larrain!

Lorca, get your gear. You're coming.

I'm going out on recon.

Take rooftop positions. You cover us.

How old were you when you last rode a bus like that?

I must have been 12, tops.

But you don't care, do you.

You're not the sort who has kids.

You know what people call you?

"The Machine".

I know you're the best, but damn...

- Make an effort. - You know nothing, Lorca.

All you ever do is run your mouth.

You're good, but you'd be better if you'd shut up.

It's just as I said. You really don't care at all.

You don't care about these kids.

That's not our job.

"That's not our job"?

Victims are for shrinks and politicians to deal with.

But only if you did your job right.

Hit your target.

That's your problem. Nothing else.

I've got three kids.

Tell anyone, I'll gut you.

There's nowhere to hide.

We're too close!

Gerval.

What's he doing?

Is he trying to end it now?

Morad, it's OK.

They're going to help us.

You wanna hold my skirt?

I'm just gonna go around the bus, okay?

Can I have some privacy?

- Ma'am? - Yes... No!

It was a snake!

Uh, I'm okay.

I'm coming.

I hate snakes.

Shit..

See, Teacher?

We have some friends.

Who turned the lights on?

Turn it off right now!

- Who are you? - Gendarmes!

- From Paris.

The big-shots from the capital.

We know you guys are scared in the dark. It's to make you feel safe.

Hey, we're on the same side.

I think not. We don't like old faggots like you.

I think you've sucked off too many goats to take that tone...

Oh, yeah?

No! Stand down, Private!

- I'm a lieutenant! Yeah?

So where are your stripes?

We're dressed as civvies...

I might be a fag, but I'm not fucking old.

Campere doesn't seem to like the Legion after a

What happened?

- They mentioned his age.

Okay.

- What the fuck? - Captain, change your tone.

What the fuck, General?

Local diplomacy. They light up, so we light up.

1 could've been killed.

Thank you.

Anyway, how was your walk?

The terrain is flat.

I saw a spot, but it's not ideal...

Where's your friend?

The CIA hippy.

Come with me.

Firmin, fetch Shafer. Even if he's taking a shit.

What's the deal with you guys?

- Simultaneous shot. - What?

Five synchronised guns, a single shot.

Everyone goes down, no return fire.

- Bravo. - Is that even possible?

When you're well trained, yes.

Has it been used outside of training?

- Affirmative, General. And?

- During a mission. Did it work?

- Not perfectly.

- Not perfectly.

That's reassuring.

What do you think?

I'd love to see that.

What if the Somalis engage?

We'll need your help.

With the kids in the middle, it'd be a bloodbath.

Got a better idea, General?

Can you give us a minute, Shafer?

Do you even believe your own bullshit?

Of course.

That's why my unit was created.

To engage with no resulting deaths.

For our side, at least.

Why are you here in Somalia, Teacher?

That's a long story,

and I don't share it with strangers.

You like the French?

I don't care about the French.

I care about the children.

The white children.

Any color.

You know, this not a place for nice girl like you.

You should go find good husband and have your children.

Maybe I had a good husband.

Maybe I even had a kid. Lots of them.

Maybe they died in a plane crash.

Or maybe they're at home, waiting for me.

Maybe I'm just someone who likes to live in godforsaken shitholes

like this.

Or maybe this is all bullshit.

Today...

my life is with these children here.

And I'll do anything to protect them.

I was a teacher too.

Long ago.

And I cared about the children too.

The children of my country,

so they can be free one day.

Want some kat?

You're wasting your time.

It'd be better to kill her now.

Morad... Always in such a hurry.

We'll get rid of her when we evacuate the hostages in Somalia.

I'll even let you take care of her yourself, since it's so important to you.

I'm telling you, you're wasting your time.

Have you ever shot to kill?

I thought fanatics and hostages were worth the same.

What about our motto "To enlist for life"?

We don't decide who's right or wrong.

These guys have kidnapped kids.

So don't even ask that question.

And you didn't answer mine.

Twice.

I killed two guys.

It still keeps me up at night.

Not every night, but...

There.

Either you accept it or you get out.

Or do what Larrain does.

Tell yourself it's just a target, paper or otherwise.

But then, you'd become a real bastard.

Pierre, listen up..

OK, guys, this is what's going to happen.

We start at 5:00am. The terrain...

Here's France, Somalia, and the bus.

This will be our firing position..

Positions: Cazeneuve, Larrain, Campere, Lorca, and myself...

SOMALI BORDER

FIRING POSITION

FIRING POSITION

FRENCH BORDER

Captain, Paris is on the line.

For now, remain in position.

Only engage with one terrorist on the bus.

We can't risk harming a child.

I don't understand the order, Madame. There are four hostage-takers.

One might leave, but three at once is very unlikely.

The kids may be taken and then we'll never see them again.

I'll say it again, diplomacy's our best solution.

What? They're right in front of

20 kids are in danger and you want diplomacy?

Enough, Gerval...

- If you negotiate... - Hold on. May I speak?

I'm also noticing suspicious movements.

You're both starting to piss-me off!

If I wanted a discussion, I'd play Bridge!

Those are the orders. Nothing more.

Damn...

It's hot.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

We should've brought talc.

For Lorca's ass?

Get in position.

OK, let's see how this goes..

Larrain, you take Orange Shirt.

Campere, you take Moustache.

Pierre, you take Bob Marley.

Lorca, you take the leader.

I'll take the cover shot.

- Start the code. - One, ready.

Two, ready.

Three, ready.

Start again.

One, ready.

Two, ready.

Three, ready.

Four, ready.

Wasp to Queen.

Queen here, over.

We're ready.

Four targets. Requesting permission to fire, over.

The order has not changed. Over and out.

- Andre. Yeah?

What are we waiting for? What's the order, exactly?

At ease.

For now, the order is to only fire if there's one hostage-taker on the bus.

- What? - Are you serious?

- So why the five of us? - I said, "for now".

We have to let the diplomats work.

Why7 Is Giscard sending sweets?

We wait for orders.

We could have waited by the hotel pool instead.

Don't bring that up.

Get in position! Start the code.

Damn...

They're in and out of that bus non-stop.

That's funny.

That's what Cazeneuve said about your fiancee.

Don't listen to Ginger. He's not made to be out in the sun.

Start the code.

What did you say about my fiancee?

One, ready.

Two, ready.

No.

These damn kids need to stop moving.

Start over.

Queen to Wasp.

Wasp here.

Provisions are being sent to the bus. At ease, over.

Copy hi

Take a break, guys. Larrain, continue to observe.

- Captain. Yeah?

Two o'clock, Captain.

Wasp to Queen.

Listening, over.

I'm seeing activity.

Can you be more precise?

At least one assault unit. And two MG-42.

60 armed officers is a lot for a small border station, no?

Paris has no reports of anything suspect occurring.

Well, if Paris says so..

Understood, over.

Campere.

Sorry.

- No way... - What?

- No way... - What?

It's just the heat.

- I have a delicate sphincter. - Shit...

Fucking hell, Georges..

Quickly!

You could let some

It'd be easier.

Don't worry about what is easy for me, Arab.

Then tell me who can we negotiate with.

Then tell me who can we negotiate with.

Negotiate?

There is nothing to negotiate.

Is that what you did in Algiers?

Negotiate?

Let him take the injured kid.

Shut up, Teacher!

There's an injured child?

-Let the girl go. -Lower your gun..

Put her back in!

Don't make me shoot you! Move!

Put her back in!

We have a problem.

In position, now!

Wasp to Queen.

Wasp to Queen.

- This is Queen. - Rahmani has a girl.

They're aiming at them.

Don't make me shoot you!

- Calm down. Please

- Va rog! - Put your gun down!

Pierre, I only see three.

Same.

On the other side, at the front.

The girl's in the way.

- Can you engage?

Too risky, too much movement.

- Lower your gun, calm down. Please

Lower your gun.

Let them go!

Show good faith.

Shut up! Don't let him leave, Barkad.

Don't worry, I know what needs to be done.

Put your gun down.

What are you waiting for? Shoot or he'll die!

Shut your mouth...

- Campere? - I've got him.

- Cazeneuve? - The teacher is too close...

Only if it's clean.

Don't take another step.

- Lower your gun... - Children!

Lay down across the seats and close your eyes, now

Shut up now!

Don't take another step.

Lower your gun...

Not here to show good faith, Teacher.

Andre?

Andre, what do we do?

- Guns down. - They shot a gendarme...

Guns down!

Wasn't that enough, Lorca?

Do you want a bloodbath?

We're here for the kids, not to be heroes.

Understood?

We could have saved him.

We could've also lost the gendarme and the woman, and started a bloodbath.

That could've turned really bad.

I don't want a dead kid on my conscience.

A dead gendarme means nothing?

That could've been you or me.

He had no choice. The girl jumped on him.

Shut up, Lorca.

He could've put the girl with the others.

That's what you get when you care so much.

The boy that you hurt, it's getting worse.

Let me go and get medicine for him.

You never quit.

You have no idea.

Ah.

Good to see you. Is everything ready?

The bus will be here shortly.

We'll evacuate at nightfall, it's safer that way.

Go.

Let me take the boy with me.

Please.

Andre...

There's too many of them.

It looks that way.

Hey, guys.

I could really go for a beer right now.

Georges...

What?

Please shut the fuck up.

Take a break, guys.

Lorca, come with me.

Pierre, you're in charge.

They're not doing anything.

Five shooters.

No, captain says five.

Draft the letter to Rahmani's family.

Their gendarme is KIA.

- About Rahmani... - Save it, Captain.

There was nothing you could do. I was wrong.

Fetch water and food for Captain Gerval's men

Lorca, give him a hand.

My men won't last much longer, General.

It's time to make a decision.

- Withdraw. - Excuse me?

Assemble your men.

If Paris had orders, we'd know by now.

Sampieri was clear. One terrorist on board.

I don't unders

You're only here to keep your American friend calm, who's no fool.

To stall until we find the right person to pay.

But these guys...

It's not money they're after. It's their country.

It's not money they're after. It's their country.

Nobody's for sale here.

You've seen what they've ne to Rahmani?

The kids are' next, and you know it.

- How long can your men last? - Three or four hours tops.

Very well.

Once we fire

they won't react, they won't know what hit them.

The kids can walk here. We'll cover them.

- That's your plan? Yes.

Well, if Paris grow < spine.

I just want some order.

We're short one sniper.

What's that?

Three tours in Vietnam.

Can you shoot?

Officially...

Officially, I'm not even here.

There's nothing to it.

You want me to go for it? You get your hands dirty too.

Anyway, nobody will find out.

- I need someone in the bus. - What do you mean?

- If the teacher... - You want to talk?

After killing the gendarme, they expect the Legion any minute now.

After killing the gendarme, they expect the Legion any minute now.

They want to calm things down.

- Here. - Thank you.

- Feeling b -ter? - Yeah, thanks.

Apart from assault rifles, have'you seen other weapons?

Yes, the leader has a pistol.

OK. What about explosives?

Grenades, they hava one or two each.

They're tired, low on khat, and are starting to get aggressive.

At sunset, they're taking the kids to Somalia.

OK, then I'll call Paris.

We have to act fast. The kids won't last much longer.

By the way, who the hell are you guys?

We're here to help you.

You'll evacuate the kids two by two.

What?

Evacuate them two by two?

The French are usually arrogant, not suicidal.

Hey.

We have two Legion units. That should be enough.

We need the kids to remain calm.

They can't enter our line of sight.

They're 6-12 years old, Captain.

It's hot, they've been captive for 4 hours.

I can't perform miracles.

Unless we drug them, perhaps.

That can be arranged.

Ma'am.

We need sleeping pills. Lots of them.

Thank you.

I'm so damn hungry..

So thirsty...

- Georges. - Hmm?

One of my neighbours is going to a nursing home.

Her place is nice. Want to see it?

Give it a rest!

Why do you want me to move out of my mum's place

My stuff is there, there's no rent..

And Mireille is great.

If I leave, what will she do7

And what will I do?

Lieutenant, you should come see this.

Two o'clock, the jeep at the back.

the hell is this?

Ah, Teacher, you came back.

Good for you.

I said what I'd do, and I do what I say.

OK, everyone gets a bottle each.

It's very, very hot.

And when it's hot, you need to drink lots of water.

I've never had sardines as good as these.

Sardine?

You say "thank you".

Or you make a little smile. Something like that.

Here.

In the jeep.

I've been watching for a while.

That guy isn't in charge, but he's giving orders.

Hey, Shafer.

Go have something to eat.

Tell the guys to get ready.

In the jeep, two o'clock.

Oh, fuck.

You know him?

- Does Paris know. - No, they weren't sure.

Who is it? GRU? KGB?

KGB, most likely.

Uh...

I wouldn't do that, if I were you.

If you tell Pani they'll order you to stand down.

I know how to shoot, but..

This simultaneous shot thing... I'm not trained for this.

- It's simple. - Oh?

We count to three.

Sorry?

Each shooter has a number. You'll be number five.

I choose a target. If it's clear, say "Five, ready".

I'm the last one.

If I have a clear shot too, I say

We count to three in our heads,

and we shoot.

That's it? You count to three?

That's it.

Why "Zero" and not "Fire"?

"Fire" is too stressful.

Everyone get in position. Shafer, to my left.

Larrain, you take the giant.

Shafer, you take Orange Shirt.

Get ready.

Start the code.

One, ready.

Two, ready.

Three, ready.

Start over.

One, ready.

Daddy...

I'm here, over.

They're preparing to evacuate the kids.

One of them has left the bus. We need to act.

Negative, Wasp. Only one terrorist in the bus.

Let me be clear, General. Night's coming, we're getting tired.

If they take the kids, you'll never see them again.

Negative, Wasp. This will be seen as an act of war.

Take a break.

The Elysee won't take action. Soon, the kids will be gone.

Either we give up now

and we go home...

Or we save these children.

Will you take the shot?

It's a simple question.

So, what do you want to do, Captain?

Campere, this is for you to decide.

Just know that without orders...

We're taking a big risk.

All of US.

- Wasp to Queen. - Queen here.

Get ready. Put your units on alert, over.

What did he say?

That we can go ahead.

He won't act without orders. Do you think he'll do it?

Start the code.

One, ready.

Two, ready.

Three, ready.

Four...

Five...

Ready.

Zero.

We wait. They don't know where we are.

They just heard the shot, nothing more.

Get up, get up.

Wake up now, come on.

Come up, wake up!

Come on, wake up. Get up, now!

Wake up!

- What happened? What did you do? Please!

I beg you!

Come on, get up! Quickly!

Wake up, quickly!

Shit!

Get down!

I think they know where we are now!

Captain! What's the Legion waiting for? For us all to die?

No! To be shown how it's done!

Larrain! Only shoot those with weapons!

Reload!

Reload!

Captain! We have to go now!

Georges! Pierre! Follow him! We'll cover you!

Shafer, go

I'll be back!

I'm sure that our diplomats

have assurances of neutrality, but I'm here right now,

and if you don't act, there won't be any children

or any gendarmes left.

Yes. I'll hold.

Drop your weapon!

Just you? - No.

- Just three? - It'll be all right.

Louise!

Get down here, quickly!

Hide at the back of the bus! Get down!

On the ground!

Reload!

Georges! Are you OK?

- I got shot in the fucking foot! - In the foot?

How the hell did you get shot there?

I don't know, dickhead!

Grenade!

Grenade!

- I can't see anything! - Neither can they!

Here comes the cavalry!

Fuck!

Let's go

Come on! Let's go

Get down, nice and easy...

Keep low!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on, hurry.

Protect the kids! Get in!

Get in!

Go! Come on!

Louise!

Gentlemen, honestly, that was a success.

A success?

Are you kidding?

You call this a success?

Is that what you'll tell her parents?

And the enemy?

Have you seen them?

Do you think we're butchers?

Where were you, General?

We were waiting for orders.

Imagine what would've happened if we started firing.

It wouldn't be one girl we'd be putting in a coffin.

It'd be the whole class.

- Papa! - Mama!

THE HOSTAGES AND THEIR FAMILIES WERE NEVER OFFICIALLY RECOGNISED

Thank you, Captain.

THREE MONTHS LATER, THIS SPECIAL UNIT WAS OFFICIALLY NAMED THE G.I.G.N.

IN THE LAST 40 YEARS THEY HAVE FREED OVER 600 HOSTAGES

AND LOST 11 MEMBERS IN THE LINE OF DUTY.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

The ring is ugly.

But you'll make a good husband.

A YEAR LATER, DJIBOUTI BECAME AN INDEPENDENT STATE.

THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS.

FACTS MAY HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO SUIT DRAMATIC PURPOSES.