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I love you.

SOLDIERS OF THE SHADOWS

So?

So nothing. We have to wait.

She say anything?

A Black Squad team came across something it never should have found.

They took the two corpses on the carpet.

Saber, of the Regulators, surprised 'em and chased 'em off.

Why was he there?

Dunno.

Anything useable?

Elie will tell us, if she lives.

And Saber?

Leave Saber alone, he's someone else's target.

You know that those who betray the clan pay dearly, Eva.

No, no!

No place for beauty in the shadows.

Yukov will kill you for this!

He doesn't even know I'm here.

You're gonna call your pal Yukov,

arrange to meet tomorrow at the Kremtoski hotel.

Try to be persuasive, or he won't see you alive again.

We'll split into two teams.

One to look for Baby Gun,

The other for the fuckers who beat the shit out of Elie.

The little 'un won't be hard to find.

For the other bastards,

the only useable thing we've got... is that.

One had it tattooed on his neck.

What is it, what does it mean?

Your mother's killer had one.

One of our local kids told us.

Stir up the assholes in this sodding town

and find them.

Diane, this is Mila Egerton,

she's the head of Téo's new school.

I'm pleased to meet you, Diane.

Hello, Téo

Hello, Madame.

You can call me Mila,

here pupils call teachers by their first names.

OK?

Good.

Say bye bye to your Mum.

Bye my love.

Any problems, phone and I'll come, OK?

This school has a top-notch psychology unit,

for children having trouble adapting.

Luckily that hasn't happened yet.

Come on, young man, or we'll be late.

Madame...

Don't worry Diane, he'll be fine.

Teaching here's 1st class,

and most pupils are in the same situation.

Which is what?

Coerced and forced?

It's all for your benefit,

only for your own good.

What's next?

CONNECTED

I'm Lt-Col Brandt,

the psychologist who evaluates the MEKAs

in this establishment.

For this, I'm going to start a series of tests.

The results will indicate whether you rejoin a combat unit.

Your mother's first name is?

Irina.

Your father's?

Don't know.

Your best memory?

The day I killed for the first time.

Your worst?

The same day.

- How many men have you killed? - A lot.

- Women? Children? - I don't know.

- Why? - I've forgotten.

No, Sgt Sorensen, one never forgets.

Have you killed women and children?

All I did was follow orders!

You haven't answered me.

Fuck off!

Don't forget, lack of respect for a superior

is a category 3 offense.

I could kill you right now,

you and that whore of an assistant...

Don't make me.

Sgt Sorensen is a typical example of the current problems with our MEKAs.

Despite all the treatment designed to regulate their emotions,

most suffer from the same divergences and problems,

due lo a neuronal dysfunction which we can't fix.

As if their brains are rejecting

the artificial elements grafted into them.

What do you mean by

"control and regulation of emotions"?

MEKAS were built to follow orders,

not the dictates of conscience.

An army of soulless soldiers, dedicated to total obedience,

capable of killing without shame

or regret.

These images are from this morning training.

Test terminated.

All targets eliminated.

MK5, return to quarters.

MK5, you're ordered to leave the firing zone.

MK5, come in!

MK5, come in!

As you'll understand,

Such behavior isn't acceptable in this type of army.

What exactly do you expect of me?

To make them into the dogs of war we need.

We're aware of the progress of your work

in neurosurgery and nanotechnology.

Your skills will be very useful.

Don't count on my accepting such a proposition.

You don't know my work,

or you wouldn't ask such a horrible thing of me.

I don't think you entirely understand, my dear.

You don't have a choice.

The equation's simple:

you look after our MEKAs, we look after Lou.

If you say no, she dies.

You're still too weak to move.

I'm thirsty.

Food and drink tomorrow, now's too soon.

Where am I?

My place.

Remember what happened?

You took a fully calibrated bullet in the head

in a police operation against someone called Yukov.

Serious lesions near the occipital,

fortunately, your brain stem was spared,

or you wouldn't be hearing me now.

FYI, you were posted dead

by your unit 13 days ago,

and your funeral was yesterday.

Wanna go to hospital.

You'll get no better care than here,

where your life was saved.

The shock's caused major amnesia.

Although initial tests on your brain

indicate that 80% of your memory is intact,

we know nothing about the other 20%.

Only our treatment will allow you to regain your entire memory.

Trust me, Sirius, you're in good hands...

and perfectly safe.

My wife, my children?

You made it, Elie,

I'm proud of you.

I swear we'll find the fuckers.

Could you identify them?

Did they find what they came for?

Have you still got it?

It has something to do with Nadia Rosen?

Is it here with you?

Where? Can you tell me?

Why?

You've never...

liked sifting through

other peoples' shit.

There were 5,

led by a little pockmarked thug.

Shit, I couldn't do anything.

Black Squad?

Seems so, yes.

No uniforms?

No.

Looking for what?

Autopsy report for the two dead guys in the car on the lake road,

near Elie's place.

Did they find it?

What did it say?

Not a lot,

except the passenger had a barcode tattoo,

and underneath a 3-digit number and the letters "MK".

Guess it piqued the curiosity of whoever blew them away,

'cause our driver, the one with half his brains on the dash,

had an ugly wound on his neck,

as if he'd had a tattoo the size of his friend's cut out,

in the exact same place.

Can we look at the tattoos?

No.

The pockmarked guy's people took the bodies.

Have we identified the 2 corpses?

I haven't done their prints.

When I said this reeked of shit...

It looked like that?

Yeah...

Where d'you get these images?

A shit playing the press in the Steps

was carrying them.

Gunman’s named Sorensen.

We had him for something else, but Munro & co. swooped in and got him.

I researched his neck tattoo,

came up with nothing.

Because matey-boy was posted dead 7 years ago.

- Which means what? - Dunno.

But if the dead walk, it's for bloody awful reasons.

Like killing a cop and trying for another within 10 days?

No, I can't believe Munro would risk hiding that,

it's impossible.

According to what Elie told Papa Charly in hospital,

the bullet that got Sirius wasn't fired by Yukov.

It came from a weapon like those used by Black Squad snipers.

Nadia Rosen's report proves it,

that's why she's dead, why they tried to kill Elie.

But why Sirius?

Because he meddled in their business.

He was sure Black Squad was involved in drug trafficking.

So where is this report?

In a safe place.

We should get it tomorrow.

If Elie stays stable.

I suggest you sit down,

and give up the weapon under your jacket.

At the Hotel Kremtoski, we don't meet to shed blood.

Whose blood?

Mine?

Or yours?

You should fix things, Yukov, not avenge them.

Revenge takes too much time,

it's neither great nor noble.

I’ve invited you to make a deal.

I need someone like you to lead operations in the Steps.

Undercover operations

for an ambitious science project

our Directory has been running for several months now,

But is no longer allowed to show Black Squad's involvement.

What do you mean by "undercover operations"?

You'll know more when you've given me your word and your commitment.

In return, I'll ask you to return the bag of Chimaera

which you annoyingly took with you when you fled,

after that appalling shootout

which took the life of our dear

and much-missed leader, Becker.

I'll let you off the money.

You're nothing now, Yukov, you know it.

The police are after you,

old friends are no longer friends,

enemies have become worst enemies.

If you accept, I guarantee you safety in the Steps,

a High City residence permit

and a payoff every bit as good as

you had in your former life.

Why should I accept?

Because you have no choice.

A man always has the choice

of eating with the Devil, even with a long spoon.

The Devil only appears to those who fear him.

Believe me, if you say no,

you'll have reasons to fear me.

How much?

How much what?

How much if I accept?

A lot of money.

And an opportunity to rebuild an empire in the Low City.

How can I trust it's not a trap?

You're still alive.

Why not?

Excellent!

A car will take you to your new accommodation.

From now on, there's no reason to hide,

and I'll leave you in pleasant company.

Some advice, Yukov:

don't try to screw with me.

Those who have aren't around to boast about it.

And: today's special's... a bit greasy.

Why the hell are you here?

Give me that, Elie.

She's breathing.

Let's take her to ICU.

Know where Balestra is?

Why?

The fucker got into Elie's room, tried to kill her.

What?

Go and join the patrols...

Find that son of a bitch, drag him back by the balls before dawn.

- Go! - OK.

And her?

I didn't do it.

What do you mean you didn't?

Medics arrived just as...

No shame in failure

or being less than the enemy,

Lieutenant Balestra.

Shame's in being less than yourself.

Know the difference between good and bad soldiers?

Good soldiers

stay alive.

How are you?

Where's my family?

In a highly protected zone called "The Village".

A gilded cage for the rich and those

whose work is valued by Prometheus.

Your wife is one of those they need

to establish a unique army.

So they took her and your son.

As for Lou, we still don't know where she is,

but we think she's still alive.

Where is this "Village"?

First things first, Commandant.

They think you're dead. If you surface, you'll be a problem.

Dead, you aren't.

That's all fancy words,

I want to find my family.

And risk reprisals on them by those who took you out?

You'll be most effective in the shadows.

Your famous phony section, eh?

That's right.

Removing your body discreetly cost me a lot,

so did the fake autopsy report.

As for what we had to do to revive you:

medical kit, the best surgeons... It all costs.

We did all that because only you can stop Munro.

We need men like you, to try to halt this machine.

Whatever it takes to persuade you.

So...?

I've already said no.

Something you need to know:

your escape was anticipated.

We were sure that first-off

you'd go and see your family.

We daren't risk losing you.

That's why, with the help of our nanotechnologists,

we put an implant in your brain,

a micro-chip grafted onto your brain slam,

which allows us to track and locate you

and also makes your brain work properly.

Which means what?

That sadly you have no choice.

You accept or you leave feet first.

On two conditions:

I want my family to know I'm alive,

and I pick the men myself.

Already picked.

ELIAS JANKOVSKI Codename: JANKO

No. 123 457 692

Federal Police Officer Ex-member: Cobra Group

Former Mercenary Sniper, San Gior company

AMOS BAUER Codename: FOETUS

No. 429 876 332 Federal Police Officer

Ex-member: Cobra Group Explosives Specialist

FLEUR ANDERSON Codename: Lucy Lee

No. 799 413 2856 Federal Police Officer

Ex-member: Cobra Group Degree: Religious Sciences

Follower of Taoism Martial Arts Specialist

Why them?

Why do you think?

Subtitling: Monal Group