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THESE CHARACTERS
AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL.

ANY RESEMBLANCE
TO REAL LIFE IS ACCIDENTAL.

THE BUREAU

Do you recognise me?

- Do you recognise me or not?
- Yes.

When I ask a question,
you answer me. Got it?

Yeah.

The HD camera in this phone is good.

Is the phone sturdy?

Answer me now!
Is it sturdy?

I don't know.

Is it sturdy?

Looks like It is.

Had to happen.

Pull up the GPS in his shoes.

They're heading for the border.

Are you Jewish?

No.

All lawyers are Jewish.

I forgot, you're not a lawyer.

What are you, anyway?

A cop? A DGSE agent?

DGSI?

- No...
- Keep your mouth shut!

Ask yourself
if your god will rescue you.

They're almost in Syria.
Via Guvecci.

And our two men?

They can intercept them
before the border.

Good.

The men who escorted Raymond
can try to bring him back.

One was a sniper in Beirut.

Just the two of them?

They'll hold them
until the Turks get there.

- They'll blow their cover.
- Yes, they will.

- They've been doing a great job.
- I know.

Henri, your opinion?

Do we blow two valuable sources
to save one of my men?

That's the gist of it.

Pontus and Calais
are five minutes from Guvecci.

If the convoy enters Syria,
we lose Raymond.

Is this really my decision?

No, it's mine.
But I want your opinion.

If they were my men, I'd say no.

We can't blow their cover

for a hasty, dangerous
and uncertain intervention.

They don't intervene.

So we abandon Raymond?

It's too hasty, dangerous,
and uncertain.

Welcome to AI-Sham.

Those aren't my shoes!
The smugglers...

Save your breath.

Your friends are very high-tech.

Let's send them a message.
Bring me the sabre.

Lie him down.

What are you doing?

Stop!

You...

Film it with my phone.

Use both hands or it will be blurry.

Stand there.

Can you see me?

Very clearly.

Wait!

Your sister brought me here
to save you.

I can get you immunity.
You won't go to jail!

Stop behaving like a child.

OK?

- Ready? Is it in the frame?
- Yes.

What are you doing?

Sorry. It's for you.

The dogs!

What?

Fine.

We'll do an exchange.

You're going back in one piece.

More or less.

Are you OK?

I'm OK!

Where is the Frenchman?

He got a little scared, that's all.

Release my sister!

Forgive me.

OK. Thank you.

We have Raymond.

Pontus and Calais can go.
Your guy comes home.

Good job, Marcel.

C�line.

You knew from the start
something was wrong.

If it weren't for you, Raymond would be
in the hands of the executioner.

You saved him.

Thank you, but it was really
Guillaume Debailly...

I know.

I'm sorry about earlier.

I won't forgive you,
but I don't hold grudges.

Is that the full story?

- What if it's not?
- But he is OK?

He's alive.
That's what matters.

I'm here to see Marc Laur�.

Nice to see you, Guillaume.

I need your ID card and phone.
I'll give you a visitor's pass.

Thanks.

Guillaume.

Great work.
We wanted to thank you.

You've got a funny way
of showing it.

Good one. Henri's usually
the joker round here.

Any news of Raymond?

I assume C�line kept you up to date.

He's doing OK,

as well as can be expected.

Thanks to you,
he came back with his head.

We can't have you
back at the Bureau.

There's been a breach of trust.

But you rescued Cyclone
and saved Sisteron.

Your choice regarding Zamani
was relevant,

despite your insubordination.

There's talk
of an invitation to bid

for the construction
of a new nuclear reactor in Iran.

Majid Zamani will probably be
the project's main advisor.

We need someone close to him

in the war we intend to wage
on the Americans.

But I'm still fired?

Let's say, transferred.

I can't work with you again.

We have a job for you.

_ "We"?
- Henri is in agreement.

Neutralise the bastard
who did this to Raymond.

- Interested?
- Yes.

You run the crisis room,
like you did with Cyclone.

I'll need access
to the undercover files,

Mamlouk, the Turkish agent,

the Libyan
and probably the Pakistani.

Full clearance is restored
for this mission.

Thank you.

You're an excellent agent.

Here's a chance to prove it again.

It's true. You are excellent.
That's what's so tragic.

Henri.

Make it happen.

Mr Bidjedi,

the armed combat you support
only strengthens ISIS.

You know that full well.
It makes no sense anymore.

You think we can negotiate
with a child killer

who murders his own people
with barrels of chlorine?

I think the Syrian people are victims
of your suicidal stubbornness

which helped create ISIS.

- You're nothing but Bashar's parrot.
- Gentlemen.

Is the release of our guest

a sign of openness
on behalf of Syrian leadership?

Mrs El Mansour?

My experience has taught me
that Syria's greatest hope

lies in dialogue between government
and a determined opposition.

I believe that Mr AI-Roumi
represents an opposition

that is both moderate
and comprehensible.

We'll end on that note.
Thanks to our guests for joining us.

Thank you.

May I drive you somewhere?

Thank you but I'm going to walk.

See you Friday.

Friday?

The TV debate with the French MPs.

Have you forgotten?

No.

OK, see you then.

- Thank you.
- Thank you. Goodbye.

It's Nadim.

Very good, Nadia.
I listened to the programme.

Are you with AI-Roumi?

No.

You should be.
You could get closer to AI-Roumi.

Be seen with him more,
like a teammate.

How close do you mean?

What you're doing is crucial
for the country, Bashar, and yourself.

And for your family.
Don't forget that.

I haven't forgotten.

Wear some makeup
for the TV debate on Friday.

AI-Roumi thought you looked pale.

MINISTRY OF THE INTERIOR

Last time you spoke
of a man named Hachem

whom you had worked with.

Yes, Hachem AI-Khatib.

- Have you seen him since?
- No.

I don't even know if he's in Paris.

This is Julie Ledel

from the DGSE,
in charge of Syrian affairs.

Julie asked to attend the interviews.

Is that OK with you?

Yes.

Good.

This man.

Have you seen him?

No.

But you do recognise him?

Yes, it's Nadim El Bachir.

I didn't note
what you told me on the plane.

When you were in Syria,
did he contact you?

No.

Would you like some water?
It's very hot in here.

SHE'S LYING

Any news of your family?

Do you have
a phone number or address?

- Would you like us to look into it?
- No. Don't bother.

I'm only trying to help, you know.

Don't be afraid of me.

Are you afraid?

Excuse me?
I don't understand.

No.

I mean, of us.
Are you afraid of us?

No.

We're here to protect you.

That's enough for today.

We can help you, you know.

No one can help me.

Why do you say that?

No reason.

I was born in the wrong country.
I met the wrong people.

Like everyone
who comes through here.

This is my private phone number.

Call me anytime.

Just say you want to know
when you can pick up your black dress.

Then hang up and I'll come and find you.

Can I talk to you?

Raymond is OK.
He's in the military hospital.

He'll be there for a while.
You can visit him soon.

- I already told you.
- I know. I'm not going senile.

What do you want?

You know Nadia El Mansour is in Paris?

Yes.

A humanitarian organization
called Woman Save secured her release.

- Yes.
- You know it's funded by the CIA?

Perhaps. So what?

Why would the Americans
want her released?

- Why are you wondering that?
- I'm curious.

It's my job to be curious.

You're paranoid.

That's also my job.

Go on, spit it out.

Nadia El Mansour refused
to be recruited by us.

Maybe she was already working
for the Americans?

It's possible.

- Can I continue?
- Go ahead.

Let's say she does work
for the Americans.

She gathers intel on the talks
she participates in.

She runs into Guillaume Debailly
by accident.

- They get back together.
- Stop.

What if the Americans tried
to recruit Guillaume

via Nadia El Mansour.

Stop there.

The leaks are coming from somewhere,

or you wouldn't be following
those dots.

They're reflected on your lenses.

I'd like to see all phone movements
during the past year.

- A history of the locations?
- Can you do that?

Yes. The software already exists.

I call it the "history cloud".

It's animated and easy to use.

Perfect.

This programme allows you
to follow the movements

on a daily or even hourly basis

of any phone,
over a yearly period.

Is that what you wanted?

Yes.

I type in a number.

I launch the search.

There.

This one goes from his home
to the office every day.

At weekends
he goes to Rambouillet,

to his country house
or his mother-in-law's.

And in August his phone goes...
to the Morbihan in Brittany.

Pont-Aven is in the Finist�re region.

To the Finist�re, then.

Is this what you asked for?

Exactly.

Thank you.

You should know
that if you check my phone

you'll see I drive round the ring road
twice before going home.

Don't ask me why.
I won't tell you.

OK.

I just wanted to let you know.

That's the only weird thing I do.

OK.

SEARCH

TEHRAN, IRAN

Your recent weeks in Paris
have been productive.

The Caramel file
has become a top priority.

Now you need to find the basis
for a possible recruitment.

What are Caramel's specific ambitions,

his expectations, his fears
and his hidden weaknesses?

Without getting into situations
where you are too exposed,

you should focus your efforts
on this goal.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

This is from Paris.

Thanks, that's so sweet of you.

Come and sit down.

I hope they didn't melt.

I'm sure they didn't.
Come and sit down.

Shapur's coming.
He's talking with his father.

He "talks" to our father a lot,
these days.

They smash dishes together too.

By the way, I'm sorry to hear
about your grandmother.

Thank you.

It's hard to lose the people
that tie us to our childhood.

Do you have a brother?

No.

A father?

No.

I'm sorry.

Marina brought us chocolates from Paris.

That's very kind.

My son doesn't have your good manners.

He invites you over
and storms off like a teenager.

It's not a problem.

My son is proud.

That's his great strength
and his great weakness.

I'm asking him to do something
that serves his ideas and those of Iran.

But he is proud, like his mother.

Daria was whipped.

Don't ask him to kiss the hand
of the mullah who ordered their arrest.

If Shapur doesn't apologise,
his career is over.

His or yours?

Tell Mum I'm happy here.
I can be myself.

How can you be happy
when we're sad because of you?

I left for you.

I'm preparing a kingdom for you.

I have to tell you something.

Mum is sick.

That's a code.

"Mum is sick" means
"The cops lD'd you."

"They're onto me."

Chevalier now knows
someone's listening in.

He knows to activate
the emergency communication channel.

Is she still depressed?

No, it's worse.
It could be cancer.

Since when?

She's been having tests
for the past two weeks.

I'll pray for her.
Allah will protect her.

The chat on the dog hairdo site
started the next day.

He's not some poor idiot
indoctrinated by a sect.

He has mastered the art
of living undercover.

When Cyclone mentions the lawyer,
Matthieu Coujard,

to Yacine Boumaza,

is Yacine already suspicious?

Is it the sister who suspects
the cops are onto them?

Either way,
she goes to see Raymond.

She sniffs around,
to form her own opinion.

Maybe he's a real lawyer,
maybe not.

She calls her brother.
And she uses a code.

"Mum is sick."

She already suspects
her phone is tapped.

Toufik had told her,
"They'll be clever.

"They follow you everywhere.
They'll tap all your phones.

"We'll find another way to communicate."

What does he tell himself?

"The cop wants to trap me? Fine.

"Bring him here.
Let's get the cop."

Police, DGSE or DGSI,
he doesn't know and he doesn't care.

But he tells his sister,

"Play the game.
Do what he says.

"Bring him to the barn.
He'll make a good hostage.

"They want to trap me
in the barn? Fine.

"They think I'm dumb.
They want to use you as bait

"and they think I'll fall for it."

They could have acted earlier,
but they chose to wait.

They saw Sisteron leave.

Chevalier knew we'd never leave
our agent behind.

He plays chess.

It's in Raymond's first report.

He's played for years.
He's in a chess club.

This guy is like us.

He was trained by professionals.

He's not your basic soldier.

He's an intelligence officer,

skilled in the art of manipulation.

He's a future ISIS general.

And he's French.

Go and get a coffee.

There's a machine here.

Sure, but it makes shitty coffee.

How would you explain one phone

not appearing anywhere
for several days?

The battery and SIM card were removed.

No. The phone was used to make calls.

You can make a phone disappear

but you need special technology

that erases the location data
in real time.

It fits in a briefcase.

Do we know how to do that?

- Yes.
- Who else does?

The Americans, the British,
the Russians, the Chinese...

Fine. Thanks.

VAL DE GRACE MILITARY HOSPITAL

One of the bearded guys told me
why he's called Deep Blue.

It's the name of the computer
that beat Kasparov.

Do you want to know the worst part?

Deep Blue beat Kasparov
thanks to a computer glitch.

It made a mistake.

Unbelievable, huh?

What's that face?

I can't tell if you're smiling or not.
It's unnerving.

I don't want my feelings to bother you.

Why not?

On the contrary,
show me your feelings.

I don't want to look at Mona Lisa.

Go ahead.

Cry-

Scream.

Throw yourself at me.

Hi, Raymond.

- Leave us, please.
- Sure.

How are you today?

Stuffed full of happy pills.

Anti-depressants?

Yeah.

So, I can't answer your questions.

I'm not really myself, on any level.

I want to tell you something.

We had the option of sending
our two agents in the field to help you.

The traffickers?

Yes.

If we had, things might
have turned out differently.

And?

We chose not to blow their cover.
I agreed with this.

Two years of covert work was at stake.

In a way I'm responsible
for the state you're in.

I'm a disaster
whenever I'm in the field.

It's pathetic.

Don't say that.

Tell me,

do you remember the night
we freed Cyclone?

Yes.

And Guillaume Debailly
was at his father's for the weekend?

Yes.

Did you keep him informed
of the situation?

- Of course.
- So you called him on his phone?

Did I screw up again?

You didn't screw up.

I'm the reason you're in here.

And you're probably alive
thanks to Guillaume.

I know.

I'll repeat the question.

Did you call him on his mobile?

Yes.

Did he answer?
Did you speak?

Yes.

Did he say where he was?

No.

OK.

You waited?

I wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

C�line?

Aside from the foot...

everything else works.

Good.

Are you here to talk about Debailly?

Yes.

You're obsessed.

I guess I am, in a way.

We could talk about your obsession

but I should refer you to a colleague.

No, thanks.

I don't need to be cured
of Guillaume Debailly.

Why do you think I'm here?

To extort confidential information
on Guillaume

that might calm your paranoia.

I see.

I must admit,
I have been seeing blue rats lately.

It's an in-joke.

It means I'm being paranoid.

You're looking at me
like I was a blue rat.

You once said to me,

"He's not well. He'll betray you."

- Do you remember?
- Yes.

Well, he's betrayed me.

You're clever, aren't you?

When I bait you, you don't react.

Don't you want to know
how he betrayed me?

I care more about your need to tell me.

But truthfully, I'm not curious.

Isn't it your job to be curious?

No.

- You know what?
- What?

Those who see blue rats

are always right.

I've given 30 years to the company

and I've been unfailingly loyal.

I truly believed in it,

and I still do.

In what?

In the nobility of our mission.

I've given a lot.

Almost everything I have.

And I don't have a single regret.

But my greatest fear,

my greatest terror,

the one that keeps me up at night

and creates terrible anxiety,

is to end in disgrace.

And the worst is that I know
I'll end up that way.

You see? I've ended up
talking about myself after all.

How much do I owe you?

- You're in Paris?
- Are you ready?

I was going to call AI-Roumi to cancel.

I don't feel well.

I think I have a fever.

A fever?

You don't have a fever.

Get ready. We'll be late.

This is an important programme.

I'm not going, Nadim.

I don't feel well, I really don't.

You don't feel well?

I'm sorry.

Please go now.

Nadim, I...

Put on some make-up.
You're coming.

What's so bad
about supporting AI-Roumi?

Why is it so bad to allow
President Bashar to choose

the people he puts his trust in?

It's normal.

Excuse me.
I need to make a call. May I?

Hello?

Hello, this is Mrs El Mansour.

Hi.

I bought a black dress from you.

Yes?

I want to know
when it will be ready.

- What's the name?
- El Mansour.

It'll be ready later this afternoon.
Shall I let you know?

Yes, please.

Consider it done,
Mrs El Mansour.

I bought a dress.

Paris will always be Paris.

We're meeting here because I want
Raymond to hear the conversation.

Good idea. So?

We can't use a drone
to neutralise Chevalier.

He hides behind civilians.

He makes his calls from schools,
markets and stadiums.

What's the solution?

A suicide bomber.

ISIS is hated by AI-Qaeda
and the Taliban,

both capable
of blowing themselves up.

We need to find a kamikaze

who wants to leave his mark
by killing a future ISIS leader.

I can't authorize such an operation.

It can't be run from within our walls.

Move the crisis room
to the music studio.

I understand.

Excuse me a minute.
I'll ask for more tea.

Hello.

Hi, Shapur.

I've come to pay you my respects.

And to apologise.

Why?

How have you offended me, my son?

With my lifestyle

and my excesses.

They are an of fence
to my religion and my country.

Does your apology

come from fear and ambition,
or from the depths of your soul?

From the depths of my soul.

All the better.

Try to be reasonable from now on.

It's better for you and your father.

Spin your concierge a line
and hand her a few notes

and she'll let anyone in!

I've come to apologise
about lunch the other day.

Your father explained things.

I'm not mad at you.

What did you do to yourself?

I had to kiss the hand of the arsehole
who ordered Daria's whipping!

Why did you have to do that?

Because my father is spineless.

He doesn't want me
to be in trouble with the mullahs.

He needs them
in order to keep his position.

That's why!

He's offered me a job,
working with him

as his right-hand man.

So what happened to your hand?

Nothing. I beat up some embers.

I could have eaten one!

My father is a frustrated man.

He wanted a position
with the IAEA, the UN,

anywhere.

But he never got one.

He wanted to negotiate
for Iran in Geneva

but they sent his friend Jawad Zarif

who became an international hero.

So he's stuck here in Tehran,
kissing the mullahs' arses.

It's pathetic.

It stinks.

It stinks in here too.
What is that?

It's my refrigerator.

That's nothing. I'll fix it.

Have you seen a doctor?

Let me dress it for you.

Let's fix your fridge first.
Then we'll work on my burns.

The Iranian president's special advisor
on atomic issues, Majid Zamani,

has confirmed his intent
to closely involve his son Caramel

in restricted
decision-making meetings.

Within three weeks

we can expect Caramel
to take up his new role

and therefore have access
to relevant information.

Recruiting Caramel
may be a possibility,

based on his ambivalence
towards his father

and his desire to help his country
join the modern, globalized world.

Caramel may be open
to achieving a status

that his father coveted
but never obtained,

a career allowing him
to represent modern Iran abroad.

If we promise Caramel a job

in a prestigious
public or private company

with an international reputation...

“Caramel will feel that,
in surpassing his father,

he's helping his family and country.

'I recommend approaching Caramel

'through a prestigious
public or private international company.

'Caramel won't see it as a betrayal

'if he feels he's emboldening
his father and his country...

'...especially if we promise him
in the coming years

'the international status
that his father never had.'

CHECKMATE

- It's C�line.
- Yes'?

I have something important to tell you.
Can we meet?

You know where I am?

I'd rather meet elsewhere.

OK. Where?

The Grand V�four at Palais-Royal.

Very well.

Some meetings are best avoided.

Some invitations are best declined.

They are traps.

You can feel it.

You know it.

But if you go anyway.

If you ignore the alarms
going off inside you,

it means that you truly desire

the pain that awaits you.