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... it therefore appears
to be evident that,

when the defendant,
Josselin Beaumont,

arrived in Malagasy
on the 14th of May,

he had the full intention
to make an attempt on the life

of Colonel Njala, President
of the Republic of Malagasy.

It is hard to believe
that the defendant claims

to be acting in his own
initiative, Mr. President.

You admit to coming
to Malagasy

for the sole purpose
of killing President Njala?

Yes, Mr. President.

Are you aware of how
deplorable such crime is?

Yes, Mr. President.

And you were not subject
to any political manipulation?

Are you aware,
Josselin Beaumont,

that I'll have to set an example
with your punishment?

Defendant, answer the
Attorney General's question!

The defendant
will rise!

The defendant needs to be
excused because of the heat.

The session is suspended
until further notice.

No, no, no, no!

No more of that!

You're driving me crazy
with that stuff!

Hey, what's
wrong with you?

Come on.

Don't be difficult now,
come on.

I don't want
anymore of that!

See?

Be reasonable,
come here.

Very well,

put his clothes
back on.

Let go of him, now.

Well, Mr. Beaumont...

Perfect, excellent.

Let's continue where
we got interrupted.

I'll have to set an example
with your punishment.

Yes, Mr. President.

There we go, good!

Do you think you deserve
an exemplary punishment?

Yes, Mr. President.

Make three copies for me,
one for the President's staff,

one for Matignon
and one for Colonel Martin,

so all our friends can read it
every once in a while.

Yes, Mr. President.

We are reporting live
from the courthouse,

where Josselin Beaumont's trial
is presently under way.

It seems that only
the President's grace

can save the terrorist
from capital punishment.

Everything depends on
the infinite compassion

of your Excellency.

If we want to gain
the sympathy of the French,

Beaumont must be
a very sick man,

so we'll have to
teach him a thing or two.

Up, get up, pig!

Get up!

You bastard!

Hurry up, get out of here,
they're coming!

The soldiers are
getting closer!

Get out, get out!

Don't stay here!

Hurry,
they're coming.

Ready?

Almost.

They're
coming closer.

Don't shoot!

We'll sneak out
through the back.

Okay.

No!

Am I going to die?

Yes...
are you afraid?

No, why?

Because I would be.

That's because
you'd go to hell.

What does
"Ludo Koda" mean?

That's the signature.

Oh, okay.

Captain Valera.

We got this strange telegram,
could you come up for a second?

I don't understand
any of it.

It doesn't seem like
any of the codes we're using.

Where was it sent from?

From around the corner.

It looks like the code
we used in Africa.

That's really weird,

you know how long it's been
since we used those codes?

More than two years,
Captain!

Who would use a code
that's two years old?

Someone who disappeared
for two years.

Well, we'll know more when
we put it into the decoder.

Hello?

Hello, Alice?

Edouard.

Am I bothering you,
were you in the bathtub?

No, I just got here.

Excellent, then you can just get
into a taxi and come over here.

Alice,
did you hear me?

Yes, Edouard.

And hurry!

Why?
What's going on?

Nothing good,
hurry up.

Yes.

Joss Beaumont
to Colonel Martin.

Go call the colonel!

- Call him, where?
- Anywhere, and do it now!

This is not funny!

Joss Beaumont is back!
Bravo, he's very strong!

So what does it say
in this telegram?

One second.

It says that the contract
will be fulfilled

between the 12th
and the 15th.

The contract between
the 12th...

The 12th...
starts in an hour!

And let me remind you that
President Njala

will be in France from
the 12th until the 15th.

That's why we didn't hear from
Beaumont after he escaped.

I'll be right with you.

Call Rosen, from our
special section immediately.

And tell Alice Ancelin to stay,
she might be useful.

And call the guy from
the shooting school there,

he could
help find Beaumont,

What's the name of
that brute again?

The instructor, Picard.

That's it, Picard.

And above all, find the Minister
for me, will you?

I want to be covered!

Understood, Colonel.

- Captain Valera!
- Yes?

Put Joss Beaumont's wife under
surveillance immediately.

Isn't it a crazy idea
to go there?

And the telegram, that's even
crazier, don't you think?

Sure, Colonel.

Maybe we should
let his wife know.

What do you think
I'm doing?

Somebody's on the line
with her right now.

Hello,
surveillance service--

Can't you give them
a few minutes?

Jeanne, darling, you'll be
under surveillance very soon,

so we won't
be able to talk.

No, Joss,
don't hang up!

Please, Joss,
come here!

They'll probably come
to your place.

As soon as they're gone,

you close the shades
in the living room,

and I'll come see you
during the night.

What, what is it?

I'm clean, I took
a shower last month!

All right, yes,
where's the truck?

Oh, you're not
the police?

What time is it?

What do you want
in exchange?

- An associate.
- What?

An associate to
do some business for me.

Are you aware,
Josselin Beaumont,

that I'll have to set an example
with your punishment?

You are a monster,
Josselin Beaumont.

Obviously!

And you were not subject to
any political manipulation?

Yes,
Mr. President.

Josselin Beaumont,

are you aware of the
recklessness of your plan?

Gentlemen.

Good morning, Martin.

Thank you for coming, sir.

I have to rest a little bit, I...

Do you have coffee?

Of course.

Alice.

Yes, sir,
I'll bring some.

I hoped for
a good night's sleep,

I've been sleeping
terribly lately.

I took a sleeping pill.

Did I ask
for some coffee?

Here it is, sir.

Thank you.

So, I'm all ears,
Colonel Martin.

Josselin Beaumont
is in Paris.

Who's that?

Commander
Josselin Beaumont,

an agent of
the Special Action Service,

He came back after
two years of captivity.

His return is causing us
major problems.

Why is that?

He wants to kill
President Njala.

Njala?

Kill Njala, but why?

It's not easy
to explain...

Well, we...
how should I put it?

Because we gave him the order
to do it, two years ago.

Who's "we"?

Your predecessor, sir.

Marchadeau?

Yes.

Philippe Marchadeau?

Yes, sir.

I can explain
his political motives--

That's not necessary.
What happened exactly?

Well, we sent
Commander Beaumont to Africa.

You've already
told me that.

Miss, would you give me a little
bit of coffee, please?

I'm listening.

When he arrived
in Malagasy,

the political situation
had completely changed,

there was no more need
to kill President Njala.

Of course not!

So, did you
call Beaumont back?

No, sir.

Why?

Would you like some cognac
in your coffee, sir?

I'm asking you,
why you didn't call him back?

Well, because we considered
it appropriate

to inform President Njala
of Beaumont's presence.

You sold him!

No, sir, not sold,
we gave him for free...

for governmental reasons,
usually that means for free.

Let me introduce you
to my associate.

He'll explain everything
about our business to you.

We'll walk around together
and I'll tell you what to do.

What do we get
out of this?

Yeah, what?

Ask my associate.

Don't worry,
you won't regret it.

He's an honest guy.

Can we go?

Okay, yeah.

Let's go.

Hey, slow down,
we're not athletes!

I'd really like to know
why he sent this message.

Why?

Look at us, sir, this is only
our first sleepless night.

There'll be many more.

What are you
planning to do?

Whatever it takes.

Ha! It's not gonna be
a piece of cake.

Instructor Picard, he's the one
who trained Beaumont.

That's the worst
part of it, sir,

Beaumont knows
all the tricks.

And why?

Because we taught him
every single move,

every clever turn.

He was my favorite
student, sir.

If I had a son, I'd want
him to be like Beaumont.

That's very touching,

but it won't help us
solve our problems.

If he's that good, it'll be
very difficult to stop him.

Still he'll have to move around,
contact some people.

Unfortunately not,

I taught him how to be
completely self-sufficient,

to operate in
enemy territory.

Whatever the circumstance,
he's got the "white ones".

Huh?

It's a term used in chess.

The white ones have the benefit
of the offensive.

He'll always be
one step ahead.

He'll pull some
amazing tricks on us!

He'll improvise everything.

He'll know where we are,
he'll drive us crazy!

Beaumont won't come here.

The whole night we'll
sit around for nothing.

If you were free tonight,
would you go see your wife?

No, I'd go see yours.

Very funny.

Go ahead!

You dirty bastard!

- What's this?
- It's a bunch of bums.

They seem
completely drunk.

Go, for God's sake!

They stole my cognac!

My cognac!

Follow me!

Get lost,
you stinkin' drunks!

Get out of here!

Help me, you idiot!

I can't, I'm stuck!

Go, out of the way
get lost!

What's this?

It's my alarm clock, for when
I take my little nap.

Go, get lost already!

on a little boat...

Hey, my alarm clock,
my alarm clock!

Maybe now is a good time to have
a little coffee, isn't it?

Yes, you're right.

What is it with
this shitty neighborhood?

It's a shitty neighborhood,
all neighborhoods are shitty,

and it's not
gonna change because

they put a little bit
of green in it!

It stinks like
the gutter here.

Gentlemen, I find you
to be very pessimistic.

Remember, Beaumont had to first
go through brainwashing,

then two years
of brutal treatment in Malagasy,

and finally the difficulties
of his extravagant escape.

He's probably weak and tired.

Weak and tired?

On the contrary,

the Biribian regime had to
invigorate Beaumont.

He'll be at his best!

Let me tell you
one thing, sir.

There's a lot on the line.

I mean, if the politicians don't
kick him out soon enough,

then, boom!
No more blacks!

Enough!
Thank you, Picard!

Wait, I'm not finished.

Thank you, Picard!

Gentlemen, after that brilliant
thesis, let me tell you this:

if there's no more blacks,
there's no more service,

and no more Minister.

Boom!
The whole world would blow.

No, we'll get him!

We'll stop him.

Stop him?

Who will stop him?

I will.

Inspector Rosen from
the Intervention Bureau.

Joss...
Is that you, Joss?

Two years!

I almost went out of my mind
waiting for you.

Jeanne, I've hurt you
so much already.

I don't want to give you
fleas on top of it.

The guy who gave me this coat
hasn't seen soap in years.

One minute of tenderness,
hours of itching.

Did you tell Alice Ancelin
that you're back?

Forget Alice Ancelin,
it's been two years...

with expiration today.

I haven't forgotten.

And I'm sure
she hasn't either.

Now I'm here with you,
aren't I?

The service called me just
two minutes after you did.

Valera.

He told me
about the telegram.

Why didn't you come here
before you sent it?

It was the telegram that
triggered the surveillance,

the searching the apartment,
the roadblocks downstairs.

Why did you
do that, Joss?

Did you come here to see me,
or to play with them?

Your return, is it for love
or provocation?

Valera told me you want to kill
Njala, that you went crazy!

I couldn't stand
losing you once again, Joss!

I love you.

I don't like them,
Jeanne.

They've killed a soldier
named Josselin Beaumont,

he was killed in ambush,
years ago...

You can imagine, it took
a lot of explaining

before they sent
me down there,

before I would slide
their guns into my suitcase.

They told me that
Njala was a monster,

that he had to be killed,
that it'd be an honor to do it.

I had foolish conceptions about
honor and pride back then.

I was so wide-eyed
and eager.

I hate them, Jeanne, and I want
them to pay for what they did.

In the beginning,
Valera came every Sunday,

then every other Sunday,
then every three weeks.

Then one night,
he came and said to me,

"I'll resign."

The papers had just announced

your trial and your
condemnation.

His resignation was refused,
but he handed it in.

Yes, he did.

At what time does the concierge
throw out the garbage?

Around seven,
seven thirty.

Put the bum's clothes
and the alarm clock

on top of the garbage,
so that it is clearly visible.

Why, what are
you gonna do?

I'm leaving.

They'll certainly
pay you a visit.

Hopefully it'll be Martin,
in the worst case, Rosen.

He's a bastard,
but a great cop.

He'll definitely
come to bother you.

And then?

Then he'll leave.

No, I'm talking about
the two of us.

Listen, Jeanne,

right now, there is
Njala, Rosen, Martin,

the four of us, the six of us
the twelve of us.

As long as all these people
are involved,

there'll be no such thing
as the two of us.

Hello.

Edouard?

Joss.

I'm at Jeanne's,
but I won't be for much longer,

'cause I can smell
Rosen's arrival.

Why Rosen?

As if you didn't know.
It would be better if you came.

Why are you calling?

You know
we're being tapped.

It's illegal to tap people's
lines, isn't it?

The noise you just heard was
birds sitting on the cable.

Be a good boy,
come here.

The concierge brought out
the garbage.

I put your stuff in
just in time... Joss?

Joss?

So, Mr. Inspector,
now you're a garbageman?

Tell Rosen
to come immediately.

Beaumont was here.

Tell the others, too, ask them
if they noticed anything.

How did he do it?

The bum!

Where is he?

Where is he? I not gonna
ask you fifty times!

He's gone.

I'm warning you,
you better not mess with us!

So, I just found the clothes in
the trash, and the alarm clock.

I recognize it,
I know it was him.

So, for the last time,
where did he go?

You're making a big mistake
by not telling me anything.

Rosen's methods are a lot
less pleasant, believe me!

You won't get him,
anyway!

Bitch!

Farges, Rosen is coming,
I'll get him.

It's on the sixth floor.

Good morning,
Inspector.

Morning, Inspector Farges
is waiting for you upstairs.

Bravo,
my compliments, Farges.

He came and left again and all
that right in front of you!

Then again,
I understand you well.

You were waiting for
a nervous officer by himself,

instead you see a group of bums
drinking and singing.

One thing has nothing
to do with the other.

You're certainly right,
Inspector Farges...

Assistant
Inspector Farges.

So, get lost now
and lift all the roadblocks.

He won't come back.

Very funny, the alarm clock
in the garbage.

Are you gonna tell me
when he left now, or what?

Who?

Miss Beaumont, please,
when did he leave?

I don't know.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

Where are you going
to see him again?

I don't know.

I think I'm
losing my patience.

Don't get carried away,
Inspector, there's no point.

She's protecting him,
she can't help it.

It's love, passion!

It's nobody's fault,
really.

You're certainly right,
sergeant,

I shouldn't
get carried away.

I beg your forgiveness,
Madame.

See, he apologizes,
that's how he is.

You might become good friends
if you tell him the truth.

I'm sure
you're gonna tell me.

When are you going to see
Beaumont again?

I'm not sure that your
friendliness is very effective.

Sure, we're getting
along just fine.

You'll tell me,
won't you?

The whole truth.

You'll tell me the whole truth,
l know you will.

You're looking
pretty good, girl.

Beaumont must have been more
than happy to see you again,

after two long years!

Your eyes look like you didn't
get too much sleep tonight.

I'm sure you two
were having fun last night,

a lot of fun...

fun... fun!

After a night like that,
you must want to take a shower,

a nice warm shower?

No.

A warm shower, and then a cold
one and then a hot one.

No!

I'll soap you
from head to toe.

You'd be surprised by what
I can do with a bar of soap.

I'm begging you,
stop playing these games.

Miss Beaumont, I cannot remain
in the room with a naked lady.

That would be against
the regulations, wouldn't it?

Sergeant, you take
care of Miss Beaumont.

If that's an order,
Inspector.

No use in screaming.

Rosen couldn't care less about
what I'm going to do with you,

as long as
I make you talk.

And if it helps to find
this son of a gun, Beaumont,

He won't even care if
I rape you.

You'll see,
it's very healthy!

And good for
the blood circulation.

That's what they do
in Sweden.

Afterward,
they spank each other...

Do you want me
to spank you?

Oh, you're so cute.

All right.

Oh, she's soaking.

Rosen, I'm always
right behind you.

You knew he was there,
didn't you?

I'll get him yet,
I'll get him!

Oh, Edouard!

You know, Rosen, now I know how
we can find Joss Beaumont.

We'll follow you everywhere,
my friend!

Because the day someone puts
a bullet through your head,

Joss won't be far!

That was smart,
now you have no more coffee.

Leave it.

That's for me.

I didn't want to hit her,
I swear.

Rosen had me do it.

l didn't want to hit you either,
but my wife asked me to.

Come on, commander, it's my job,
I hate to slap people.

You're right,
that's your job.

It's your job.

The croissant
is on my friend there.

And he'll stay
for three days.

That's a long time,
a very long time.

Not for us, we're hoping to
trade a part of his reserves

for a nuclear plant
with immediate access.

Three days is no time at all
to be able to convince him.

Right, but it's more than
enough time to kill him.

Your Excellency, I'm sorry
to disturb you, but--

That's all right, Arthur.

The colonel of the security,
Martin, wants to see you.

I'll receive him
after dinner or tomorrow.

Your Excellence,
tomorrow you have a meeting

with the President
of the Council.

It'll be a busy day.

Well, in that case,
I won't see him at all.

It must be very urgent,
your Excellency,

he's waited for
more than an hour.

They let me
wait fifteen years, Arthur,

and for the most part,
in prison.

One little hour
certainly did him no harm.

Gentlemen, his Excellency
can see you now.

This way, please.

How are you planning to handle
my protection in this case?

We understand that this palace
can offer great comfort

and the neighborhood certainly
is a very pleasant one,

but right now, I'm afraid it is
not the safest place for you.

Too many come and go here,

and it is hard
to keep track of everyone.

As far as safety is concerned,
this is a disaster.

Please, tell me
if I'm mistaken,

I hope you don't intend
to lock me in my embassy.

Of course not, Mr. President.

We would have never
even thought of such a thing.

Does your Excellence
need anything else?

No, thanks.

So where are you
planning to keep me?

Luckily, there's many castles
in our country.

Unless you're talking about

the Senate's Palace
in the Luxembourg gardens,

I am afraid you must
be referring to

one of your giant isolated
castles in the country,

where your kings
died of boredom.

Oh, I'm sorry!

I thought you
were alone.

Miss Frederiksen.

Hello, Miss.

Doris, my love,

what do you think of
the French countryside?

Yuk!

You heard it, reason dictates
what politeness forbids.

So long, gentlemen.

Good evening.

- To you, too.
- Thanks.

Shit, another one.

So, what's
the first question?

Doris Frederiksen.

Having been faithful to
his Excellency for years now,

she recently began an affair,
very Italian and passionate.

You got it!

With whom?

Volfoni Salvatore that's
the ice cream and soda Volfoni.

Correct!

And where?

In the Hilton Hotel.

I can even tell you where to
reach Miss Doris Frederiksen.

Wrong!

2250563, under
the name of "Miss Claude".

One wrong answer
and you lose everything.

You're good,
though!

Please hold, I'll
put her on the phone.

It is Madame.

Madame who?

Madame.

Hello?

Hello, Doris?

Yes, is that you?

Is four to five
tomorrow good for you?

That depends
on who it is!

I have the black man
coming tomorrow at seven.

Salvatore Volfoni.

Ah, Salvatore, that's different,
at the Hilton?

Suite 1056.

Oh Claude,

send this to
Inspector Rosen.

Doris Frederiksen?

Yes.

Inspector Rosen,
from the savage squad.

Someone is planning
to kill President Njala.

I thought I'd warn you.

How does
that concern me?

Let's say you're
the president's weak spot.

The killer will try
to get to him through you.

In case he contacts you,
try to keep him there,

and call me immediately
at this number.

Two of my men will follow you
for a few days.

You're not even asking
for my consent?

Your consent?
I couldn't care less.

And what if I refuse?

If you refuse,
you'll have an accident,

for example,
in the elevator.

The cable will snap,

and they'll find you
six stories down

with your stiletto heels
up your throat.

See you soon,
mademoiselle.

Yes.

Mr. Volfoni,
the ice-cream-and-soda man?

Yes.

Joss Beaumont,
espionage and ass-kicking!

Does it amuse you to follow me
around like this?

We're not doing this
for fun, we're working.

Where are you going?

To work.

From here on,
it's private!

- Who is it?
- Doris.

I'm coming.
Good boy, stay there.

Oh, I'm sorry,
this must be the wrong room.

Is this 1056?

It is.
I have to apologize.

I came with no notice,
impromptu,

even a little shameless.

Salvatore didn't tell me
that we'd be three.

I don't have
a problem with it, but--

Three, Salvatore,
ah, good old Salvatore.

Where is my head?

Yes, he's in the closet,
next to the ties.

Which closet?

I should have specified,
this is a suite, after all.

I never lie.

I hope he won't
get too wrinkled.

I didn't have the time
to put him on a hanger.

What sort of behavior is this,
to lock people into closets?

I needed to see you
privately, alone.

I heard a lot about you.

From whom?

The black man.

Would you happen to be
the delinquent

that this furious cop
was talking to me about?

The furious guy,
did he give you his,

"Rosen, from the savage squad,
I'll make you eat your shoes"?

He didn't say my shoes,
he said my stilettos.

What does this brute
want from me?

Rosen?

He'd just love
to kill me.

But in order to do that,
he needs to catch me,

and in order to catch me,
he's counting on you.

And you, what do you
have in mind?

Do you really
want to kill Njala?

Would that cause you
a lot of pain?

Well, no,
that's not the point.

But if you put one half of my
sugar daddies in the closet,

and kill the other half,

I'll end up
with nothing to wear!

Well, that's just
an expression.

Listen,
let's make a deal.

You can keep Njala
for a little longer,

long enough to get a maximum
of money out of him,

and in exchange,
you'll do me a favor.

A favor?

Yup, you'll tell Rosen that
I asked you plenty of questions

about Njala's safety,
the number of body guards,

the placement of his bed,
his habits, that kind of thing.

How does that help you?

Rosen won't be able
to sleep at night.

And when you don't sleep,
your hands start trembling,

your head
becomes clouded,

let's say it could
be to my advantage.

He asked me to keep you here
and call him.

And you think
that's amusing?

No, I was just thinking that
I wouldn't be so against

the thought of keeping you
here... without calling him.

Where is that lunatic now?

Talking about espionage
and ass-kicking.

Work is calling.

I won't say anything.

I won't say a word or ask
any questions, but get out!

What are you doing here?

I am responsible for this,
and I'm leaving.

Pierrot returned
to Columbine

on tipped toes
goes the harlequin

You can't walk out like this,
there's two cops outside.

Are you nuts,
they'll jump right on you!

It doesn't matter,

I have what is called
"the surprise factor".

Some couscous with chicken
anyone?

First, Mrs. Beaumont,
then the presidential whore,

soon enough we'll be
the only ones in Paris

who didn't meet
Commander Beaumont yet.

My congratulations,
gentlemen.

Excuse me, Colonel, but I can't
keep an eye on Mrs. Beaumont,

on the presidential whore and
the five miles of hallways

at the Intercontinental
at the same time.

The Intercontinental
is no longer safe.

We're moving the President
somewhere else.

Don't you remember how he
reacted to this idea?

Because it was ours,
now it's the higher-up's.

Where are you
going to put him?

In the Ferriere castle
in the countryside.

Two towers, one main building,
one story and a pavilion,

with a great view.

- And Beaumont?
- What about him?

Well, Beaumont, should we stop
him or shouldn't we now?

Of course we should!

Why are you asking?

I'm not asking you,
Colonel, I'm asking Valera.

You're sick
in the head, Rosen!

I think I know what
you're getting at.

What are you
interrogating Valera for?

I'm not interrogating him,
Colonel,

I'm just asking him
whose side he's on.

Our's or Beaumont's?

Just a question!

If I remember correctly,
you and Joss

were very close friends,
weren't you?

What are you
trying to say?

I'm simply saying that if
someone he trusts, like Valera,

asked Joss Beaumont
for a meeting, he'd come.

Isn't that a good idea?

You're even sicker
than I thought!

Well, the previous maneuvers
weren't successful.

I'm trying something else.

The other tricks didn't work
out, so you invent another one,

preferably one that's even
more deceitful than your last.

No, Alice...
a meeting is not always a trap.

Captain, I think
Inspector Rosen might be right.

In any case,
if anybody meets with Beaumont,

it will have to be you.

All right,
I'll try to contact Joss.

But I want you to
promise me something.

Give me enough time
to convince him,

or at least to try.

Of course we will, Edouard!

Isn't that right,
Colonel?

Obviously!

Edouard,
how can you say that?

You know them, you know very
well that they want to kill him.

That's their only purpose,
their only desire.

That's why
I want to see him.

He's gone too far,
Jeanne.

He has to cut
this bullshit out!

If I can't make him
understand that tonight,

it's gonna be too late.

Well, I can't
promise anything,

but if Joss calls me,
I'll tell him to meet you,

but only if you swear
that Joss doesn't have

anything to fear
from you.

I swear.

That's good, Valera.

Really good job,
Edouard.

Y'know, you're cute when
you pretend you're sleeping.

I'm not pretending, why do
you think I was pretending?

Two years,
Edouard.

Two years, what?

You were gonna ask how long it's
been since we saw each other.

Two years.

I know that it's been
two years.

What's so funny?

Because I'd like to see
Martin's face

if he saw us together now.

I mean, you can always
hand in your resignation.

They won't accept it anyway,
so there's no risk.

Did Jeanne tell you about
my resignation?

Yes, and how
it impressed her,

which isn't surprising.

I can literally see you
telling her,

"Jeanne, I resigned
this morning."

Just like you told me
not so long ago,

"Joss, I would love to be
in your place and go."

You're good at these kind of
scenes, you know that?

Do you
have some coffee?

It's ready, I'll get it.

Speaking of Jeanne,
do you think it was

really necessary to go
to her house and see her?

Her house, that's funny,
don't forget I live there, too!

Oh, look,
the "Condor Interceptor".

Didn't I bring you that
from Hong Kong?

Yes.

It wasn't your robots
that drove me crazy,

it was your batteries.

German batteries don't work
in Japanese robots.

Batteries from Brittainy don't
work in robots from Auvergne.

How's Alice?

Fine, why?

Did she decode
my telegram?

Yes.

Did she think
it was funny?

Not, really, no.

She would have preferred to have
heard from you before that.

Me, too, actually,
everybody would have.

How many do you have now?

What?

How many robots
do you have now?

Oh, more than a hundred,
a hundred and fifty, maybe.

A small army almost.

And cops, how many are here,
around us, everywhere?

Also a small army?

I don't know,
but there are a lot.

We have some on the roofs,

in the unmarked car,
there's Louviers and Farges.

You really put him
in his place.

In the back there's Ropert,
Dugoineau and Perrin.

Down there,
at the corner of this building,

there's Vittoret
and Goulet,

In the cafe,
Martin and Michalon.

Why did you come here
if you saw them?

Because you asked me to,
Edouard.

I wanted to see you
to make you stop

before it
is too late, Joss.

They'll shoot you
like a dog...

and what for?

Things have completely changed
in the last two years,

the political
circumstances changed.

And... I've changed,
everything has changed.

Except Njala
and the Service.

And if it was good
to kill Njala then,

it must still
be good now.

Well, maybe it wasn't good
then, either.

Then you shouldn't have
convinced me that it was!

I don't understand
your stubbornness, Joss.

I'm wondering,
who do you hate more now?

Njala or the Service?

Guess.

Enough of this...
how am I gonna get out?

On my feet, of course.

Maybe you could give
me the password,

now that you've put
spies all around.

Joss,
you don't understand.

It's over, no more,
finito, hopeless.

No, dear Edouard,
it's not over.

It's overdue.

What the hell is this?

The press,
the democratic press.

They haven't written anything
about me in two years.

So I suggested they
do a follow-up.

What, what did you tell them?
What did you say?

I told them they
could have live coverage of

the execution of an
agent of the Secret Service.

They were
more than happy!

Are you out of your mind?

That is against
all the rules!

Is it in the rules of
the Service

to sell one of its agents?

And the call you made
to Jeanne this morning,

is that part of
the rules, too?

Hey guys, thanks
for being on time.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the press,

I'd like to inform you
that I'm in good health.

I just came back
from my vacation,

I have plenty of friends,

and therefore no reason
to commit suicide.

I'm saying this
so you know in case

you find me lying
on a doormat.

I just need to walk down
two stories to get to you,

so I'll see you
in a minute.

Why are you doing that?

Because I have
to walk downstairs

with my back to you.

Joss!

That bastard!

Block the doorway.

If you mind the light,
turn it off.

Whatever you like,
Colonel,

I can either use
the main entrance,

and answer all the questions
that are being asked,

or I take the back door
and you call your men back.

Take the back door.

In that case, I want a car
and nobody around, got it?

Call back Ropert,
Dugoineau, and Perrin.

You, Louviers, bring a car
to the back entrance.

All right.

There you go,
that's much better!

I didn't think
Edouard could convince you.

It's just a scratch,
it's nothing,

but it's bleeding
like crazy.

Thank you for
sending me flowers.

You see, Alice,
I ran and ran and ran,

and I had a plan that
I was not to forget on the road.

As soon as I arrived
in Paris, I knew the odds,

Colonel Martin's smile,
the fist of Valera.

You don't call him
Edouard anymore?

No, I don't call him
Edouard anymore.

Valera's fist,
the irreproachable Jeanne,

the wonderful Alice,

in short, all the reasons why
I couldn't do what I had to.

That's why
I sent the telegram,

so that all these reasons
wouldn't exist,

so that my craziness
would be irreparable.

A guy's allowed
to change his mind.

My point exactly.
Even if I did, what for?

The machine
already started running.

There's just screams,
orders, targets.

There's only two targets,
Njala and me.

I must admit,
I wish there was only one.

Earlier the door,
now the window...

Do you really think that
anyone would be sick enough

to look for you here?

I know two sick guys,
Rosen and Farges,

especially Rosen.

What if we both left,
what would Rosen find here?

Well, there's a few things we
could do, we could make plans,

take an airplanes,
and get out the sunscreen.

But unfortunately,
today's the 15th,

and I have an appointment
at a palace in Paris

to kill a president.

You're right,
it's the 15th,

but you no longer have
an advantage on the others.

In fact,
you have a disadvantage.

Your president
is not in the palace anymore.

He's at
the Ferriere Castle,

five miles outside
of Rambouillet,

in Yvelines.

By now they should be digging
pits, putting bags of sand up.

What is it?

You seem surprised.

Did you think they'd
give you an update?

Are there many
of them down there?

Well, the cops, special squads,
Rosen's bloodhounds,

oh, and a pilot!

A pilot?

Yes, I think
they're planning to have

Miss Doris Anderson
come there.

Frederiksen.

Right, to have Miss Frederiksen
come by helicopter.

There you go,

that's what we should have
started with, my dear Alice...

the helicopter!

I'm sure I'll hit him,
I'm positive!

Where can he go?

I'd know if he was
in the hotel.

I'd know if
he was at his wife's.

He doesn't have
any friends left.

Listen, you take care
of Beaumont,

and I'll go keep an eye
on the President.

Farges and Valera
are there already,

at the castle,
I'll join them.

Poor Valera,
I feel for him.

Colonel, Miss Ancelin
is asking to be excused.

She won't be able
to come in today.

What's wrong with her?

I don't know, she doesn't
feel well, she's tired.

Overworked, maybe?

Rosen.

I told you I'd always
be right behind you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Do you know where I can find
Dr. Touchard, please?

I looked at the...
the apartment listings...

I came to leave these.

Well, I'll go to ask
at the front desk

for that information.

Excuse me.

No I.D.

Hello, hello,
no I.D.

Just dog tags under the name of
Commander Josselin Beaumont.

The first reports say that the
officer was killed by a bullet.

Oh, shit!

He was wearing dog tags
with the number 322460,

registered under the name
of Josselin Beaumont.

The first reports show that
he's been killed by a bullet.

I don't understand how he could
fall into such a trap

because a direct confrontation
is unthinkable... by a bullet.

I'd like to meet
whoever did that!

Is that all it says
in the report?

It also says
that the body is at

The Institute
for Legal Medicine.

By the way,
tell Colonel Martin

that I won't go
to identify the body.

That's his business!

He knows how I feel
about this.

Calm down,
I'll tell him!

We knew this would
go badly, didn't we?

Why was he so stubborn?

Okay, Farges, you're
off to Paris.

Go to the morgue
to identify Beaumont's body.

Yes, what is it?

Your Excellency
would like to know

if all the measures
have been taken

concerning the helicopter
for Miss Frederiksen?

What the hell should I care
about his stupid whore?

Yes, yes,
everything is ready.

He just needs to whistle
and she'll land on the lawn.

So, is that good enough,
Arthur?

Yes, very well.

Isn't all this going
a little too far?

We'll send all these people
back to their normal posts.

The regular service
is more than enough

to protect this whorehouse.

Oh, my god!

Hello?

Give me Colonel Martin,
immediately!

Hello, Colonel?

Hello, Farges,
hello, Farges?

It was me that you saw
laying on that table.

Hello?

Colonel... I did identify
Beaumont, it was him.

What's up, Farges?
Your voice sounds funny.

I liked Beaumont.

Well good,
see you in a bit.

Let's go!

I didn't believe Rosen when
he told me he had hit Beaumont.

He's a strange cop,
that Rosen,

a real ass,
but what a cop!

Meet me at the office.

I'll give the good news
to his Excellency.

What time will the helicopter
with the girl land?

Three-thirty, why?

Because we'll make plans
according to that.

Relax, Inspector, relax,
isn't it nice to be driving?

Breath in,
it smells like springtime!

When we pass the gate,

try to look as natural
as you look dumb!

You hear me,
natural!

See that, the Colonel's
sending his men home.

The path is clear.

Don't forget what
I told you, natural!

Now you're pushing it,
that's almost friendly.

Thank you!

Stop in front of
the entrance stairs.

Where are
the president's rooms?

Do you want to end up
in a freezer like Rosen?

Where are Njala's apartments?

First floor, opposite
the stairs, the large windows.

The helicopter, does it land
in front of it or behind?

There, on the grass.

Wait.

Hello.

What are
we gonna do now?

My respects, Colonel.

Beaumont.

So, who was it
at the morgue?

Rosen,
disappointed?

Rosen, yes,
very much so.

I was just saying
what a great cop he was.

Oh, but we're all
great guys.

Now, if you could just
hand me your weapon,

with only two fingers,
just like on TV.

You don't know how much
pleasure it gives me

to see you in such
a picturesque palace

for this, the final act
of our drama.

It was Njala who arranged it,
so we should go thank him.

Go ahead.

You can leave us now, Colonel,
you have other things to do.

Go listen to Farges'
explanations and excuses,

put your elite hitmen
on the roof.

In other words, the usual
calm before the storm.

Tell the Minister,

as soon as all that shit
is in place.

Come in!

I would love to chat
a little longer,

but you never make
his Excellency wait.

Don't turn the light on and
above alI don't speak, Arthur!

I'm not Arthur.

How can I help you,
Commander Beaumont?

Open the curtains,
turn on the light,

and die,
Mr. President.

I can see the corner
of an office

and make out a silhouette.

They just
turned a light on.

Is that a signal,
or what?

I'm sure the President
had the clever idea

to make the other idiot
stand in broad daylight,

so I can kill him
with one shot.

Farges, you should know
if it's him.

You just saw him at the morgue,
where he was dead.

I told you that
I had a gun pointed here.

Do you know how that feels
to have a gun right here?

That's not like invoices
or reports, or numbers.

It's a gun!

The curtains are open,
can you see anything?

If I see Beaumont's gun peeking
through the curtain, I'll shoot.

How much more
time do we have?

You, about ten minutes,
not more.

And quite frankly,
I don't see any reason

why you
should live any longer!

My country needs me!

No country needs
a tyrant.

Word of your death will
trigger joy among your people.

They'll dance
in the streets.

They'll burn you in effigy under
the coconut tree of freedom.

There'll be no regrets.

I have one, the regret
of not having killed you.

That I really regret!

I often ask myself
why I didn't do it.

Maybe for
religious reasons?

No, I think I saved you in order
to trade you in one day.

But for what?

You don't represent
any value to me.

That's exactly what
misled you thus far,

your system of values--

the good, the bad,
the kind, the evil--

in short,
the general concept of values.

Here we are,

and we're heading toward
the most simple solution.

Unfortunately, for you,
it's the final solution.

So, what are you
waiting for?

The helicopter.

I'm not asking you
to take a message!

I'm asking you to put
the Minister on the phone!

Let me speak to
the Minister, Miss!

You're something else!

It took you French three
revolutions and five republics

to achieve some semblance
of democracy,

and you want me
to achieve it in one day!

I don't care.

I don't want to hear
all this chatter

about ethics, morals
and comparative history.

I don't give a shit.

You see?

Even your cleverness
won't save you now!

Call them!

What's going on?

I don't know,
I don't understand,

something's going on.

Yes.

Captain,
it's President Njala.

Hello?

When we come out, we don't
want to see anybody,

not on the stairs, not in
the hall, not on the lawns.

And the helicopter has to be
ready to leave.

And the helicopter
ready to go.

Give me Beaumont.

He wants
to talk to you.

Hello?

Hello, Joss.

We may never
see each other again.

Why not?

Invite me over,
it's always a great time.

Is there anything I could say
to make you change your mind?

I can't think of anything,

but I'll give it a thought,
I promise.

Go ahead,
let's get it over with.

Get it over with?

Okay, but I never intended
to kill you.

Oh, really, so what's
that in your hand?

This, it's empty,
Mr. President.

I can see his gun.

I don't understand
anything anymore!

You will very soon,
Mr. President.

I got him!

I'm telling you,
I got him!

One second,
Mr. Minister.

No one moves, wait
for further instructions.

Hello, Minister?

President Njala is dead.

No, Inspector Farges.

No, no, it's not a mistake,
it's some sort of a scheme.

Everyone stay put
and wait for my instructions!

Are we being tapped?

Of course, Minister!

Don't shoot!

No one moves without
an order to do so!

I am waiting
for your order.

There's a helicopter
ready for takeoff,

and Beaumont is going
to take it.

Of course,
so what should I do?

Colonel, do whatever
you think is necessary.

I don't know
anymore, sir!

I'm out of it now.

My resignation will be on
your desk before six o'clock.

So, what are you going to do,
Mr. Minister?

What can be done?

Well, we can kill him
or let him leave,

but that's up to you, now.

What's going on here?

Rosen is dead.

Njala is dead.

And they're deciding my fate
as we speak.

Come to Paris with me.

No.

But if I were you, I wouldn't
stay in the line of fire.

Minister, we only
have a few seconds.

Well, there's
a criminal aspect to it,

but also
the political aspect,

especially after the comments
that Beaumont made to the press.

Well, shit,
what am I gonna do?

We have to stop him!

Is that an order?

I'm ordering
you to stop him!

Farges,
we have to stop him!