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Hello. How are you?

IN LOVE

- Hello. - Hello, love. How are you?

ETA: AN END TO VIOLENCE?

Bixente!

So, then.

- Did you like my article? - It was very faithful.

I never thought I'd let you interview me for the French press.

See?

The great reporter, Iona Gorrigan.

You've made progress.

Not as much as you. You've become a pacifist,

an easy-going family man.

So, anything specific?

- No, they seem to know each other. - Stay on them.

So has anyone reacted?

No one.

I don't know what'll happen.

Ten years in exile.

You were hard on your former comrades.

Who have you seen since you gave up?

You know very well I won't answer that.

I think we need to talk, Miss Gorrigan, don't you?

- Do you know me? - Yes.

And I know your paper sent you too.

For your old friend, Arrosteguy.

I don't blame you though I don't think he deserved a platform.

So the police still controls the press,

do they, Superintendent Verdier?

- What did he tell you yesterday? - Don't you read the papers?

I want to know what you didn't write.

I've got nothing to tell you.

I can't accept that answer.

An important ETA leader returns after ten years in exile

and is assassinated in broad daylight.

I want answers to my questions.

ETA members only usually mix with other members.

Your relationship with Bixente Arrosteguy

was clearly somewhat privileged.

How did you know him?

You tell me. You seem well-informed.

You didn't appear anywhere in the file,

until today.

Miss Gorrigan, it's possible, even probable,

that ETA assassinated Arrosteguy themselves.

For reasons you can easily imagine.

- Because of my article? - No, no.

It came out this morning. They didn't act so spontaneously.

Were you his mistress?

May I leave?

Iona?

Are you alright, sweetheart?

They shot down Bixente like a dog!

His old brothers in arms, his childhood friends!

Maybe it's an underhand police job?

But Nan, the GAL is ancient history.

Hard-line ETA members never forgave him for condemning armed combat.

So, you didn't call back.

- I never promised. - Are you taking the piss?

Listen, I can't talk.

You'd prefer the press accepted the police's story,

that you're all assassins?

I need to know why Bixente was killed.

Buy me a little something. I'll give you a sign.

Stop this, Nikola.

Don't take me for a bloody fool.

You're beautiful when you're angry.

He died in my arms.

And he was your friend as much as mine.

Here.

Is it sorted?

She was shopping, saw some people. She's at her grandmother's.

Back to Paris later. She just saw him.

- Do we know him? - Nikola Arnao.

He's got a board hire shop on the beach.

Duteil, is he in your regional files?

- Never seen him in my life. - We need to look into him. Her too.

The journalist?

You never get anything from them. You tickle them and they cry rape.

It's time you told me what the hell you're doing here.

It's my jurisdiction and my business until you prove otherwise.

- I want to know everything on her. - Watch out.

Really? What for?

- You were lucky. - You could put it like that.

These are from a German tourist who was filming his wife at that moment.

Do we have space in the weekend supplement?

We could miss the evergreen on the Freemasons.

- We'd have to fill three doubles. - Will you have more for us?

Of course, I can find something.

I'll find out who had Bixente Arrosteguy assassinated.

Bring in the biscuits. Which photographer shall we send?

There's Julien Scholl. He's free. We get on well.

I'm counting on you, Iona.

Will you be okay?

- Elisabeth, have you found him? - Come and see.

Martial Verdier. 48. Single.

No children.

Chief superintendent. Head of anti-terrorism since 2002.

Known for being tough and pushing boundaries.

Very good results.

Has had a barney with most people.

- Interviews? - None. He hates journalists.

That would be a first. Montaigne will be over the moon.

Could you email me a summary of all that?

Nan, call me back.

Heading back already?

I have to. For Bixente.

What was he to you?

A big brother.

A fantastic big brother.

Big brothers never abandon us girls.

I know what I'm on about. I've got four.

You just have to think he's a little further away.

Excuse me.

Hello? Nan? Yes.

I'm coming to stay for a few days. I won't be alone.

No, just a photographer from the newspaper.

Nothing more.

Okay, I'll phone from the airport. Lots of love!

Hello, it's Iona Gorrigan.

This is a message for Nikola.

I've got the information you wanted.

Iona Gorrigan. 38. Single. No kids.

She's from here. Her parents are buried in Saint-Jean.

She got a masters, started with local radio, then took off.

Worked freelance for various national papers.

At Le Matin for three years. She tends to the left.

But it was rumoured she was sleeping with a presidential adviser.

We don't know for sure, and we don't know it all.

Very sexually active.

I daren't imagine what they have on you!

Nice profile.

Do you think?

A leftie journalist who sleeps with the right.

And intimate with ETA. She knows where to go.

Why such interest?

Are you sure we're not wasting our time here?

A year ago, five guys from ETA vanished into thin air

at exactly the same time on the Spanish coast.

A carpenter, two masons, an electrician and a plumber.

All the workers from a site.

Three months later,

an explosives factory is attacked in Finistere.

They took two tons of explosives and 3000 detonators.

Assumed to be Breton extremists. At the same time, in Toulouse,

Felicia Ortiz, thought dead in '76,

orders almost 10,000 euros-worth of electronics

for making long-range detonation devices.

So we've got stolen explosives,

a resurrected woman buying electronics,

and five missing workers.

So they're building a new arms cache to replace what we took a year ago?

They'll pack it tightly to blow up all they can in Spain.

And in France too.

They want to start a war to prevent peace.

We need to stop them before cars are exploding here and in Spain.

At police stations, airports, bus stops.

They'll go to extremes.

What is this to do with Arrosteguy's death?

He was part of the apparatus. He knew where they were at work.

He'd just condemned violent action. He might have squealed on them.

Luc.

Would you be prepared for an interview? Iona Gorrigan.

- When did she get your number? - When I decided she should have it.

Would it hurt for him to reply? Who does the pig think he is?

You're chasing a guy for once!

- Are you jealous, Julien? - Me? Are you kidding?

I'm fed up with lasses like you, thank you.

Really? What sort of lass am I then?

One that wants us to be far when we're close and vice versa.

One that only thinks of her face, her career and her waist.

I'm that type of girl?

Iona, I've never seen you with a guy for more than three months.

- You've missed a chapter or two. - I know I have.

What have you found on him?

He was reported by members of his team for psychological abuse.

So, you know, a man who spoils his men.

- What time is it? - Five to.

- Shit! - Are you off?

I've got a meeting.

What am I supposed to do? Play Scrabble with your nan?

Sorry, I'm meeting the only guy who can help me find the killers.

- That's not a good idea. - Don't worry. I'm at home here.

- Can you give me a hand? - I can't, Nan.

I'm leaving you my photographer. I'm taking your car!

- I've got something for you. - I just want to know who did it.

I'm just the messenger. I can't speak.

You can publish that tomorrow. Does that suit you?

The press agency has passed on ETA's demands. It seems genuine.

They've quoted the serial number of the Uzi we found on the scene.

It's the gun which killed Arrosteguy.

"For betraying his brothers in arms to the Spanish and French occupiers,

"Euskadita Askata Suna,

"the Basque Revolutionary Organisation,

"has sentenced Bixente Arrosteguy to death

"and carried out this sentence today.

"Long live the free Basque Country."

- Do you believe it? - Of course. But we'll say we don't.

- We won't authenticate it. - They'll be furious!

Even better.

Do you realise what shit you'll get me in?

Martial, look at this.

Nikola Arnao again.

- Her fella? - He likes her, but no.

They're childhood friends.

He's the contact.

He can't be. We know all of them. We may be hicks but we know our job.

- Call Iona Gorrigan. - I'll arrange a meeting.

Will you tell me what you're thinking?

Just of having a drink with a pretty woman, that's it.

Why have you decided to talk to the press today?

Did I tell you I would?

- You're here with me. - And only you.

Yes, but I'm a journalist.

Yes, unfortunately.

To your exclusive!

You can't pull out now.

Shit, there isn't a thing! Bloody hell!

I won't judge a cause, only the methods employed.

ETA's are clearly criminal.

Your methods have been criticised too.

Why is the head of anti-terrorism leading the investigation?

Why not leave it to Duteil? It's his territory. It must irk him.

Listen, don't go there. I won't answer.

You have consideration for no one. Your colleagues all hate you.

You ensure the ministry shields you, regardless of party.

I'm a civil servant who believes in the Republic.

Why agree to an interview to say nothing?

To seduce you, of course.

Is that all?

Right, we're talking about you now or I'm leaving.

Okay.

On the condition that we talk about you afterwards.

This is my life.

No, earlier, much earlier. Before your parents disappeared

and you left your home region.

Very well.

Let's start with you.

Iona, I value you a lot. Your work is usually great.

But this is shit.

When we promise an interview with France's most notorious cop,

blood has to flow and you know it.

So if he turns out to be kind and clever, I show him the door?

We couldn't care less about that, Iona!

Have you read it?

Yes, of course.

It was interesting to get another perspective.

Jesus, Iona!

Verdier is accused or torture, fraud, manipulating witnesses,

and falsification of evidence!

- We don't know if it's true. - We don't care if it's true or not.

You could have at least made him talk.

Made him answer your questions. That's your job!

He dodged the question, fed you with childhood memories

and remarks about the Basque Country which no one gives a toss about.

Are you a journalist, or an expert in PR?

It's in your interest to deliver substance, not folk tales.

Where is it?

Yes!

THE BEN EHAUD AFFAIR

Here, try and tie in your information with my notes.

Oh thank you, that's great.

I let him dupe me like a beginner!

What an idiot!

Montaigne is right. My article is rubbish!

Levine is clearly the arsehole who'll step into the breach.

Yes, that's it.

What has he turned me into? That's it. I don't get it.

You're an intrigant.

An upstart. And probably a real bastard.

The only problem is that you're also a good cop.

Thank you for the compliment, sir.

That doesn't mean you can act without informing your superior!

The minister invited me over. Should I have said no?

You should have informed me and reported back.

Should I have told him you'd ordered me

to undertake a confidential report about him?

Verdier.

Several investigations are being conducted parallel to mine.

Watching the same suspects. On your orders, Mr Berthelin.

Ronsard is writing reports for you which you never pass on to me.

You, the Director-General of the Police.

You want to ruin my work, thinking I'll let it be!

And you told the minister this?

I certainly did.

I want a free hand.

Unless you're acting according to a terror threat.

But I doubt that.

Clear up this Basque case as quickly as possible

and hand it over to me.

I'll then take it to the minister myself

because that's how things work!

Hello.

Evening.

Is this place alright for you?

One of your haunts?

You've not given me the information you promised.

So I looked elsewhere.

I've read it.

I've checked the sources. They're incontestable.

You crossed the line at least twice.

You don't have a clue about the police

if you think anyone can do anything and no one will ever find out.

So when you're dealing with terrorism,

your backs are covered, no matter what?

Thank you.

I'm just saying I'm doing my job, using suitable methods.

We have to prevent more attacks.

So actually,

what they say about you is correct.

It just cannot be proven.

Cheers.

Do you know what?

I don't care.

You're very beautiful.

I like the light in your eyes. You sparkle.

Why can't I bring myself to distrust you?

Because I like you, you know it, and you like it too.

Something's missing.

- Something real that you can prove. - You doubt your seduction?

You know full well I don't mean that.

Okay.

But off the record...

Okay.

I don't believe in ideals.

I believe in necessities.

That's what people ask of me.

To prevent attacks and car bombs.

It's just here on the left.

Thanks.

You're a funny guy.

I even manage to be a funny guy. Crazy, isn't it?

What's your flaw?

What's yours?

Top secret.

That was good.

No comment?

Okay, I'll start.

I'd say I've just committed the most unethical act possible.

It's a disaster.

And otherwise?

Otherwise, I'd been waiting for that for a long time.

A shag?

A good shag.

I've not had one in so long.

You can add that to my file.

No, let me watch you.

Not my behind.

What's wrong with it?

It was never a priority.

I love it.

I love your body.

Its taste.

HI, IONA. I HOPE YOU'RE WELL. SINCE I LAST SAW YOU...

I liked that. A lot.

Me too. A lot.

The worst about this is I can't call my girlfriends and tell them.

It's better you don't.

Which of us is going to ring the other?

Let's make it a surprise.

I don't believe in ideals. I believe in necessities.

That's what people ask of me.

To prevent attacks and car bombs.

They can kill and mutilate dozens of people.

Do you see?

And no matter what methods are used,

I have to adapt to each situation and concrete reality.

Verdier and the journalist.

Pillow talk. He's doing well.

We've never caught him out before. But this is a start.

This may be quite bothersome, sir.

She's a journalist for a big daily paper.

So what? You're doing your job for Internal Intelligence.

It's not our fault if this journalist

has an embarrassing encounter,

a very intimate encounter.

And here? Isn't something blindingly obvious?

He's looking at our photographer. He's seen him.

He'll try to manipulate us.

Just like he's probably manipulating this girl.

Listen, stop quibbling. Let's stay a step ahead of Verdier.

He'll mess up, and I won't miss it.

And her?

She'll fall with him.

We'll even make use of her. I get good vibes from this girl.

This is explosive.

I hope you're not hoping to make a friend.

They're his own words. I recorded it all.

"Wars between public bodies are a detrimental reality.

"Civil servants today are responsible

"for the failure of several major internal security investigations,

"notably in the Ben Ehoud affair."

Wow. He's agreed to let you publish this?

Watch out, Iona.

He clearly has as a score to settle and he's using you to do so.

He's slamming the new Internal Intelligence.

Pretty much his own superior too.

Exchange of courtesies.

I've checked it against all the facts in the Ben Ehoud book.

I've got my own sources at the ministry.

I've got rid of all that can't be proven.

Something's not right.

Is there something you haven't told me?

Anything to tell me before we lay it out?

No.

Fire away.

Do you know what?

I don't care.

You're very beautiful.

I like the light in your eyes. You sparkle.

Why can't I bring myself to distrust you?

Because I like you.

You know it, and you like it too.

NATIONAL SECURITY SPECIAL REPORT

Thank you, every one. I'm relying on you.

NATIONAL SECURITY: WAR BETWEEN PUBLIC BODIES

Yes, Ronsard?

You have no new messages. Main menu.

POLICE: WHAT NEEDS TO CHANGE

Martial, I know what you'll say.

I've had a dreadful night.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry for what?

What can I blame you for?

You haven't twisted my words. It's amazingly faithful.

Did you record us the other night?

It's fair game. I'd have done the same.

Really? You don't care?

You were doing your job. I'm doing mine now.

Have you got the recording?

- Is it all on this? - There wasn't that much.

- I'm going to deny certain things. - What?

And press charges against the paper.

You can't!

Don't worry, your boss will be on cloud nine.

It'll boost sales.

It was all calculated?

You used me!

You used me in your little cop gang warfare!

- You used me! - But it was to put an end to it!

How could you?

Listen, Iona, once and for all.

Having scruples wastes a lot of time.

You needed material to avoid a dire report like first time round.

That's not it!

How do you know that?

Listen, Iona.

We can never both be entirely upfront.

But you know I like you.

I missed you.

Pack a case for two days, I'll take you away.

I don't know anything about your life.

There isn't much to tell.

Maybe you've got a house and children.

A family, a dog? A wife who's waiting for you?

Whatever the case, I don't care.

I'm in love.

It's okay!

You can't die of it!

No, it's okay!

Yes, I'll call you back. Speak to you in a second.

I've got a seat!

I can get a direct flight to Poland from Paris.

You've got a great job, you know. I'm jealous.

- Here. - What are you going to do now then?

Water my plants and watch them wither away while you wait?

Hopefully we can both reap the fruits of our successful labour.

Tell me frankly: See you around or never?

To be frank, it'll be hard to reach me.

Your article will start a debate.

My ministry is going to put forward a new bill

to reinforce the anti-terrorist arsenal.

- It's what you wanted, right? - We haven't won yet.

I've got the ministry behind me,

but the Director-General is in the way.

The small guns are often worse than the big ones.

It's very interesting. I'll follow it closely.

And us?

I don't know.

I've never felt so good with a woman.

Thanks. Very flattering.

Iona, I mean it.

What am I to you?

Do you know what feelings between a man and a woman really are?

I've got a tough time ahead. We have to take things as they come.

No promises.

Just that we'll meet again, as soon as it's possible.

That's all I can promise.

Police!

Okay, Martial. Operation complete.

You alright?

- Did you remember my pepper vodka? - Shit, I forgot. Sorry!

Your report on the Kazynwsky brothers is too long.

- Montaigne wants it cut down. - I know, he called me.

Any news from my contact in Saint-Jean?

- Nothing. - And nothing from him?

What were you expecting? Flowers? Declarations?

You knew whom you were taking on, right?

Call him. Then you'll know where you stand.

- That'll send him running! - Good riddance!

You know he used you for his own devices.

If this guy gave a shit about you, he'd have called you long ago.

I don't know. Why am I complaining?

Circulation is booming, we've got a new bill rolling.

They want my opinion on TV. Worse things happen, right?

Not even a phone call. I'm such a bloody idiot.

I don't know where I am any more.

I dream of him. I want to see him all the time.

I'm crazy.

Do you think I'm batty?

No, I think you're in love. I wish it would happen to me too.

Aren't you married?

You're right, I forgot about the man I love most in this world.

Here. It's a gift.

"Huge anti-ETA raid in the Arrosteguy investigation."

Why didn't you tell me before?

Orly Airport. Who's your best friend?

Yes, sir.

It all went to plan.

Yes, beyond our expectations.

We seized a lot of documents. All my teams are down there.

Okay. Thank you, sir.

"All my teams are down there." Where are mine, then? Fishing?

- You're taking over, Verdier! - Do you think?

I'm just doing my job.

Berthelin will love you for calling the ministry directly.

I want to grill these guys slowly,

without the Director-General on my back.

We have to find the cache

before ETA sends a second team to blow the place up.

- There'll be more bother. - I don't give a damn!

Berthelin only cares about power. I care about doing a good job.

I'll stop ETA from blowing stuff up. Full stop.

I want my men in on the interviews! This is my patch, remember?

We won't be made fools of to the press!

Luc's organising that.

This is it. We've almost cracked it.

They use a graveyard in Saint-Jean to get all they need. Here, look.

Don't tell anyone and don't photocopy it.

I don't want this leaking to Ronsard or Berthelin

and us ending up with nothing to show.

Okay, guys.

Officially we're only after Arrosteguy's killer.

Don't even mention searching for the cache.

The vans used to transport the material we're looking for

belong to a rental firm in Ordiarp.

A van full of material is driven to a van full of left-over scrap.

The driver abandons the first van and picks up the second one.

No one sees anyone.

The scrap ends up at road works. But the road works are nearly done.

The last delivery contained electric cables,

doors and ventilation shafts.

We'll tap every phone we can.

Loved-ones, wives, kids, grandmas. Is the judge with us?

I called him.

He's liaising with the prosecutor.

You see, he's proven useful for something.

Luc, sort out the rota.

I don't want them to have a moment's grace.

Have them transferred to Paris as a diversion.

- To divert whom? - Do it!

This way.

FORGET PARIS. WE'RE STAYING HERE. I'LL WAIT IN THE USUAL PLACE.

DELETE THIS.

All that, just so we could meet, hey?

No, but it'd have been a good enough reason.

I love your ass!

You bastard! I love your shoulders!

I'm listening.

You must have things to tell me.

Oh, it's quid pro quo, is it?

You're so silly.

Tell me.

The day after tomorrow, there'll be press conference.

I'll say we've confessions from six men involved in Arrosteguy's murder.

And you'll be surprised.

ETA?

No, it was all to do with drugs.

Bixente and drugs? I don't believe it.

Your hero spent ten years in Bolivia.

It's not the first time coke has financed a guerrilla.

It's how most are financed. Sometimes opium, sometimes hash.

ETA has never raised funds this way.

Basque industrialists no longer fund them.

They've had to look for another solution.

Really?

I don't buy it.

No.

Names, faces, confessions. It's a gift.

Would you have preferred flowers?

That's not my style.

I'm listening.

I know it's late, but I've got an interesting name.

I thought I should tell you now.

Fire away.

According to this report,

the driver swapping scrap for materials is Nikola Arnao.

The surfer.

Okay, thanks, Luc.

Write your article here. Don't go back to Paris.

Why?

Another gift?

Maybe.

Don't leave so soon.

I feel like I'm being awfully venal with you.

Is that a problem?

I'll resign myself to it.

We've been watching Arnao for two days.

His home, his hire shop, his family.

Yet still no sign of him.

Either it's been leaked and he's on the run,

or he's already at the cache.

If Internal Intelligence are in the know,

it'll get back to Berthelin and he'll be lapping it up.

It may well fall into your protegee's lap.

Unless she helped us to locate him?

Would she be prepared to do that?

We don't have to ask her.

"Arrosteguy's murder:

"Drug trafficking lead."

She wrote that this morning. Look.

Did you know about this?

I hope you know what you're doing.

She may pay dearly for the role you've given her in this case.

I'm getting off.

See you later.

So then?

My boss has given me four pages in the next issue.

Tell me what I should put in there.

Is that an order?

Don't start. Everyone's onto it. I was the first.

Don't walk out on me, Martial.

I've read the statement from ETA. Your info isn't completely correct.

- Does that surprise you? - You've led me on once already.

You prefer to believe assassins to your childhood friend?

I know you're using me.

What have you done to me?

I've never wanted a man so much.

ETA denies everything we've published.

They say the six charged by Verdier have nothing to do with the murder.

The previous statement was authenticated but not this one.

Doesn't it disturb you that ETA are sticking to their guns?

ETA has never mixed with drug-traffickers. Never!

Have you forgotten their battle with dealers on their territory?

What I find disturbing is the fact

that you question Iona's professionalism each time!

Get her to confirm her sources and give me a break!

We can't trust her sources! That's the problem!

ETA maintains that the drugs story is pure myth,

and that they'll prove it.

You should have proof!

I need proof, Martial. I need to know more.

My credibility is under threat.

As is my job.

Who do you believe. ETA or me?

Has a single revolutionary movement admitted they use drugs for finance?

Any one of them?

Hezbollah? The Taliban? FARC in Colombia?

I don't know of one.

And a big cop like you? Were you ever led on too?

You must have been!

Iona, I can't tell you everything.

Only this.

You're the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

Do you think one day we could stop hiding?

For once I've not fallen for a married man.

My boss is more dangerous than a scorned woman.

And I doubt yours would thank you either.

I know.

If my boss found out the source of my scoops

and decided to kill him, it'd be bad for you too.

Are you blackmailing me?

- Marry me or I'll spill all. - I'm not the marriage type.

What if I wanted to try?

Cop plus journalist equals trouble for everyone.

I don't like it when you talk to me like that, Martial.

I don't send you to sleep with "never" and "always".

A little "always" never hurt anyone.

I need it.

Separate things.

What happens between us two, and what happens outside.

You don't seem to find it too hard.

It's the only way I know.

If you don't like that, it's better you say now.

Do I have the choice?

No.

I've done it.

- Hi, Eli. - How are things? You never called!

I'm resting, getting my head straight.

Whatever!

Give me a break! What about your cop?

- He isn't mine. - And the sex?

He's driving me crazy.

He could ask anything of me at times like these.

He's driving me crazy.

He could ask anything of me at times like these.

- Don't tell him that! - No, I don't mean it like that!

He screws me like a god!

I don't think I've ever had a shag like it.

Leave it.

You've had it, you old thing.

This bit is interesting.

Come back for the conference tomorrow please.

No, I have to stay a few more days.

What do you mean? This pig shags you like a god and it's too good?

I need something concrete for the conference.

It isn't that. Just tell them ETA is back in touch with me.

They maintain it was political assassination

and want me to cover it.

- Does your cop know this? - No way.

I'm waiting to hear from my contact.

She was under constant surveillance. We're screening her post. Nothing.

There's only one possibility.

The old woman?

They may well be using her as an intermediary. We're on her.

We know they've killed.

Don't lose sight of her or her grandmother.

Good work, guys. Good work.

Martial, have you got a minute?

What is it?

I didn't want to tell everyone.

She was at the pharmacy several times,

most recently, to buy a pregnancy test.

Thank you, Luc.

They're following me!

- Are you sure? - Three of them were taking turns.

On foot, then on a motorbike.

I don't know if it's the police or...

Okay, are you ready.

Yes.

I'll take them for a walk. You wait ten minutes.

Then do what you have to do.

Remember where you used to go to play with the Ipezteguy boys?

- Then afterwards... - Afterwards, I don't know.

Nor do I want to.

No one's going to torture me, Nan!

Iona, this isn't a game. This is war here.

When they start seeing traitors, they're deadlier than their bombs.

Remember they're the ones who killed Bixente.

Promise me you'll take care of yourself!

I promise.

Don't say anything, okay?

It means "Every hour hurts. The last one kills."

- Is that a threat, Nikola? - Should I threaten you?

- Why so aggressive? - You shouldn't have written it.

- Did they follow you? - I took precautions.

We never take enough. Come on.

You know Verdier. He's a fascist and a lecher.

Where are you taking me?

Your phone.

Shit, where is she?

She's dumped her car.

Don't stop.

There must be someone watching them.

Shit, we've lost them.

- Don't worry, I've found them. - No shit!

You bugged her?

Yes. On the beach.

- It's in her bag's lining. - That's Arnao's van.

Keep your distance!

Listen...

Nikola, stop!

I just want to know who killed Bixente.

That's why I'm here. I'm trying to understand.

Do you really think he was a traitor?

I promise I won't quote you!

Nikola...

I'm a soldier.

I'm not meant to think. It isn't my job.

What do you mean, you're a soldier? What's your job?

- If they'd told you to kill him... - Quiet!

Be quiet, Iona. It's better that way.

They're slowing down. Wait.

I don't suppose you can explain what's going on?

We're here. Get out.

Thanks for what you're doing for me.

It's not for you.

Get in.

Get in!

We still can't see them. What do we do?

They're coming back down.

Shit! She's still up there.

She's moving again.

We follow from a distance. No intervention.

Aren't you scared for her?

We have no choice, if we want to get the flaming cache.

And I want her to meet them so she can publish her article.

It's the least I owe her.

If she finds out you used her...

She knows I'm a cop, doesn't she?

Everyone's using everyone.

Miss Gorrigan.

...fighting for the rights of the Basque people

and to form an independent nation on this historic territory,

currently occupied by the Spanish and French states.

Faced with these states' refusal to negotiate a political solution,

we were forced to see armed combat

as the only way of bringing an end to this intransigence.

This armed combat rests on our undercover military wing, ETA.

By rallying alongside the occupying forces,

Bixente Zabala endangered his former brothers in arms.

As a result of this treason,

he was sentenced to death and executed.

Hello?

Eli, this is a disaster.

What's going on?

I've been sick with worry since your interview.

ETA want war!

Eli.

Elisabeth, I'm pregnant.

You're kidding me?

No.

Did you suspect you might be?

Yes, well... no, but...

I didn't take any precautions.

Have you gone mad? Does he know?

No.

No, and I don't know if I should tell him.

Listen, take care of yourself and above all, think long and hard.

Men don't like being tricked.

Especially men like him.

I know.

You've reached Martial Verdier.

Leave me a message and convince me I should phone you back.

...in the afternoon, in Saint Palais, the Basque Country.

Rocket launchers, munitions,

a significant amount of explosives and detonators

we seized from the cache,

which was still being built up in the foundations of a villa.

Police in the Basque Country are still questioning suspects.

It's the biggest blow

to the Basque autonomist movement in recent years.

Among the ETA members being questioned

is the supposed leader of the organisation, Miquel Irujo.

He is alleged to have taken part in the theft of explosives

in the Grenoble area in the spring,

and in a shooting which left a police officer dead...

You're a bastard, Martial.

You used me to discredit ETA, to pass them as drug traffickers.

You used me as bait.

You used me too.

You led me on from the start.

You were calculating, devising your shitty plan!

Not all the time.

So when weren't you? When we were screwing?

What was I to you? An idiot? A shag? Two birds with one stone. Well done!

The entire national press has fallen in behind you.

You must have been promoted, right?

Do you realise they could have killed me?

A special unit was protecting you and your nan.

You think you've got rid of ETA? That only one member is out there?

Is that it? You don't think they'll find out how you got to them?

How could I be such an idiot.

There are more important things than our dramas, Iona.

There was enough down there to make 20 or 30 car bombs.

Enough to kill and mutilate dozens of people.

Now it's me they want to blow up. Doesn't that bother you?

My nan might be shot down when she's hanging out the washing!

What does that make you?

This is my home. My family.

My friends.

I can't look anyone in the eye any more.

You've just ruined my entire life.

That's why I brought you in.

You'll be kept here for 24 hours.

You'll be questioned as a witness.

You're under investigation

for withholding information concerning state security,

but the charges will be dropped and no one will know.

Great.

What shall I say in my statement?

I let myself be screwed for the good of the nation?

I suppose you'll dictate what I should say?

Yes.

We have to agree on a single version.

You're never fazed, are you?

Are you scared I'll tell the truth? If I do...

I'll be a goner, yes. Probably.

But I won't be the only one.

Is that a threat?

To hell with you.

To hell with you, I tell you!

You called me before but you didn't leave a message.

Didn't you have something to tell me?

Are you sure?

Hello, you've reached Iona Gorrigan. Leave a message.

It's me.

Hello?

Okay, you're still not picking up.

I'm in Paris.

You know where to find me.

Where were they?

In the post this morning.

- Anonymous. - Clearly.

Verdier's enemies?

His superiors, most likely.

Ours too, probably.

If another paper gets hold of these photos

we'll pay dearly.

It's war, Iona.

Knives up their sleeves, guns round every corner.

They want to shoot me down,

and you hide the fact that you're pregnant!

- I know I should have told you... - Do you know what they'd do to you?

- They'd put a bullet in your head! - I don't care!

You have to be strong? Will you do that?

Can I rely on you?

And can I rely on you?

- It's my skin that they want. - I'm talking about the baby.

Can I rely on you?

The baby?

Wait, you... you're thinking of keeping it?

HOW DO YOU SAY GOODBYE...

TO SOMEONE

YOU CAN'T IMAGINE

LIVING WITHOUT?

Iona?

Montaigne wants to see you.

The guillotine?

Something like that, yes.

Mind how you go.

I think it's too late for that.

You pose a problem for us, Iona.

Because you're so professional,

I turned a blind eye to your relationship with the cop.

- It was controversial. - Excellent for sales.

But this is a step too far.

Our paper must be impartial and the facts indisputable.

Your mistake could reflect on the paper as a whole

and discredit all of our work, and you know it.

But I won't walk out on you.

I've spoken to my colleague at Var-Matin.

You'll receive compensation. I've cleared it all with HR.

I hate what I'm doing right now, Iona!

You've got talent. You'll get through this.

Idiot!

Bloody idiot!

Calm down.

Iona,

come on, let's go and lie down.

Calm down.

- I'm here. - Stay!

- Martial, don't leave me! - I'm here, Iona. I'm here.

I'm sorry about last night.

Don't worry.

I was talking shit, right?

Well, I figured that Ronsard and Berthelin are behind this.

I can't fight any more. I've already given too much.

You scare me.

I'm sorry.

You always said there'd never been a woman that mattered in your life.

I thought I could be her.

I've neither the time nor the life needed for that.

Work comes first.

We're hardly set up

to have a quiet life with a garden and kids.

I'm sick of what my job's brought on me!

I'm having a baby.

That's more important than anything else.

I thought the man I loved would share this happiness with me.

Forget the world.

I'm 38 years old and I want to be happy, Martial.

I want to watch my child grow up.

To love a man and be loved by him.

That can't be me and you know it.

I've tried to forget you, but I can't.

You'll find a way.

Get lost.

Get lost!

Tell your daughter her father is a policeman called Martial Verdier.

That he loves foie gras, fine wine and fast cars.

And that he really did love her mother.

But that he's not interested in children and animals.

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