Au service de la France (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Code Étendu en Algérie - full transcript
Calot, Moulinier and Jacquard are sent to Algeria by the colonel to bring André back to France.
Gentlemen, Merlaux is in Algeria.
You travel immediately
-and bring us this traitor.
-Live.
Or dead.
-The bonus will not be decreased.
-Live.
-The bonus will be doubled.
-Tripled if he is dead.
Colonel, Merlaux must be alive.
for questioning.
Have you forgotten that you are
a standard procedure
in case of a double agent,
that you've set up yourself.
I give Caesar what is Caesar's.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Alive. Simple bonus.
-Extended code, anyway.
-Restricted code! Go
and bring this criminal by the hair!
You've made progress, Georges.
I had a good master, Colonel.
You want my seat?
No, Colonel, I want your skin.
And I'll have it.
Colonel, why do we have good relations
with the LNF?
And what's the problem with the OAS?
They're turbulent, excessive,
that's true, but...
I'm under the impression that you feel
that are not understood
when we said we understood them.
Jacquard, we obey orders
of the general, period.
He knows better than anyone else
what must be done.
Remember the summons
of June 18, 1940.
That's right!
"But the last word was said?
Should hope disappear?
Is defeat definitive? No!"
-What's that?
-The convocation of June 18.
Listen, Jacquard.
If the general decides that Algeria
is not French anymore, it will not be French anymore.
He's never been wrong.
and it's not gonna start now.
What about the French who live there?
They will come to live in France,
because they're French.
It's a colony,
not a summer camp!
You irritate me and Algeria irritates me.
Is that clear? Or do I need
reprimand you on Radio Paris?
Radio London.
Radio Paris were the collaborators.
Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.
AÏN-BEIDA MONASTERY
JANUARY 1961
ANDRÉ MELRAUX'S NOTEBOOK
Moktar!
Good to see you, Sidi Jacky!
Sidi Moulinier, it's been a long time!
Sidi Calot.
Very different from the welcome in Moscow.
-Do you know where Melraux is?
-Not yet.
Let's find
the renegade.
Sir, taxi!
Sir, taxi.
Sir, taxi!
OAS PUNISHES TRAITORS
That smell is unbearable.
Calot, it's the smell of jasmine,
mimosa, madressilva
glycogenia, lavender,
lemon tree, orange tree!
I prefer the Moscow air.
The best quality.
Handmade. Touch.
Touch it! Extra quality,
you don't find that anywhere.
I'll take four.
I offer two liters
motor oil
and 500 grams of chicken thighs.
-What? Chicken thighs?
-Calot.
We're in North Africa.
Purchases are not
as in Moscow.
It's my turn to show.
Here we buy in four phases.
How many tunics do you want?
Four.
It's for Anna-Maria.
One and one for trade.
Got it.
Phase one.
Tell me, khouya,
shal rabaa tunics?
For the four of them?Télte mia.
Télte mia?
300?
No. Mitine, max.
Two hundred?
You want to ruin me?
You risk not selling anything,
no wonder it's ruined.
Let's see somewhere else,
very expensive. Thief!
Come on, hraymi!
It was phase two.
The third stage.
Chouf, the extra quality.
Nobody has that.
The Americans go crazy.
Americans?
Do you see Americans here?
Offer a reasonable price.
But not 200
-200, safi.
250.
No! Come on,
-210 because they're beautiful. Baraket.
Aya, 210.
If you don't win well,
at least I'll get rid of it.
210, it's well paid for.
Fourth stage.
Pick a gift.
Thank you. Thank you.
I'll pick this one.
Saha.
Barak lahoufik!
It's weird,
this merchant is furious and warm.
Like a double agent.
In whose service?
You should know.
It's your region.
No, Calot...
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I didn't like it.
Saha.
Are you?
Good evening, I've come to bring towels.
Come on in.
Salam aleikoum, Andre.
I didn't expect you, Marie-Jo.
I'm sorry...excuse me.
I prefer the upstairs bed,
I'm afraid of falling.
Just take the one below.
The one on the top suits me.
No.
When he sleeps underneath,
is underneath. He's not afraid to fall.
Sleep deep and then fall.
When we're high,
we know we can fall.
We'll keep an eye out for the night
and we will not fall.
You'd rather sleep badly on it.
Sleeping without falling is not sleeping badly.
The colonel sent agents to the
in simple code.
-And Moïse?
-He's in Paris, he's coordinating.
From the office, in the heat.
Andre, you're being unfair.
He...
It's the towels, Sidi.
Definitely...
Hello, Merlaux.
We have orders to take you to Paris.
You will be tried for high treason...
and intelligence with the enemy.
I didn't do anything about it. You know me.
Nobody knows you anymore, Merlaux.
You're more of a target
for one more mission.
How are we gonna do it?
Who shoots first?
Drop the gun, Merlaux.
And raise your arms.
-What are you doing here, Marie-Jo?
-It's strange.
Moïse sent me
as a second team.
Just in case.
In fact, good news,
the mission changed to extended code.
Oh, great!
Good news!
Let's all go
-Dinner in the dining car?
-Marie-Jo?
I'll keep an eye on Merlaux.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay,
See you later.
No tricks, Merlaux.
A well done mission!
It all worked out, I'm starving.
Do you think they have bortsch?
We're not in the region,
but we can ask for it.
In any case,
I know they make a good couscous.
Come on in.
Code extended.
I'll stamp you, Marie-Jo.
I hate vulgarities, Andre.
Our colleagues
of the French Oil and Gas Company,
Marie-José and André.
Marie-Jo.
Mr. Muf... Have I changed?
Ali Muhiddin Haci Bekir,
manufacturer of Turkish delights
-seven generations ago.
-I love Turkish delights.
Please join us.
Andre? Is that it?
That's right. That's right.
Do you know Istanbul, André?
No.
It's the most beautiful city in the world.
Khouya!
Homeland of ancient traditions
anchored in the 20th century,
atheist and Muslim,
European and Asian.
And yet, Istanbul is coherent.
Don't you find it fascinating, Andre...
What's that?
That we can be both
instead of just one?
Yeah, I do.
Whiskey for everyone.
I'm sorry. Marie-Jo?
A Cosmopolitan.
Give us zeitouns.
All right, Sidi.
I need to go to Constantine
to express my discontent
to this vendor
who started selling Turkish delicacies
and must respect our commitment.
What do you think, André?
Contract is contract, isn't it?
Not respecting is perjury,
don't you think?
Maybe,
I don't understand anything about Turkish delights.
It's much more than
Turkish delights to me,
my friend.
It's almost a crime.
Which must be punished.
Absolutely.
Sorry, Mudidi!
-Do you want to order another one?
-After that,
Yeah.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.
To this beautiful encounter, to Istanbul...
and the Turkish delights.
And contracts
that we respect.
Calot?
Calot!
Calot, what's up?
I can't breathe.
You scared us!
Don't kid yourself,
I met someone else.
Mudidi?
Mr. Mudidi?
Turkish delights
are greasy.
Arteries don't like that.
Shit.
You!
Wake up! Wake up! We must go!
-All right, Marie-Jo?
-All of it.
-Thanks to Merlaux, he saved my life.
-Very well.
But Merlaux is still a criminal.
Yes, he is.
He didn't take his pajamas...
regulatory PM412V?
Constantine, Constantine
This is the termnial station.
All passengers
should debark here.
They tricked us.
He took Marie-Jo.
Or she took him.
Sidi Jacky!
The renegade Merlaux is on his way...
to Aïn-Beida Monastery.
Good job, Moktar.
Sidi Moulinier?
I brought the bill for the dining car.
What's that? What's that?
Moktar, what is it?
I don't know. Maybe the FLN.
Or the ALN.
Or Wilaya Clada.
Or the OAS.
No, Sidi Calot,
is not the OAS.
-It's the Arabs.
-Or the members of the OAS
disguised as Arabs
to blame the FLN.
This region has a
very hectic weather.
Fucking pussies!
I told you we'd see each other again.
Tsalâmâleiskoumme.
Aren't you the Quebec boys?
I told you I'd create
our Quebec Liberation Front,
playful.
Why me?
Now we get along with the FLN.
We're well trained and equipped.
Your condescension
last time
hasn't been forgotten.
-That's why you'll pay.
-Exactly!
I speak your language.
May I approach?
It's crazy in the
to meet here.
Maybe we have a
proposal to be made.
Beslâmâ!
But..,
what did you tell them, Calot?
I promised France would go
help liberate Quebec
of Canadian imperialism.
That's it!
I've committed to the general saying:
"Long live free Quebec!"
-What does that mean?
-I have no idea.
It's like, "I got it all."
always works.
Good morning, sir.
I'm looking for Yannick.
Andre?
Andre...
Mommy?
It's full of pebbles!
-Why did you come this way?
-Because it's the way, Sidi Jacky.
There, a service station.
No, Calot,
it's a chicken salesman.
What a curious country.
No.
Mercaillon is not your father.
I knew it.
He had your father killed.
I loved Lucien so terribly.
And Mercaillon went mad with jealousy.
So then,
he denounced Lucien to our network
and killed him through
his friends in the Gestapo.
I was arrested, too,
but I managed to escape.
I couldn't stay in France anymore.
Mercaillon would have chased me.
I knew that Father Jean
I'd take good care of you.
I thought I'd never see you again,
Andre.
Who is this young lady?
-I'm his partner.
-Marie-Jo, my fiancée.
I abandoned you as a child
and I found you engaged.
Edith Merlaux.
We can't find Yannick,
but we found your mother.
I'm Yannick.
It's been a long time since
they don't call me that.
It was my name in the Resistance.
Yannick is your mother?
She's still pretty.
Mercaillon.
Don't move, secretary.
Why did you say you were my father?
To save my skin.
We didn't kill his father.
Now there's nothing to stop me from killing you.
Bastard! Traitor!
Collaborator!
It's all in the past, Edith.
And you and your sprout
are the last traces of the past.
Like the general said,
France needs to move on.
Bye, son.
You're on time.
Shoot him.
-Yannick is his mother.
-Kill him, that's an order!
We always respect orders. And yours
was clear: alive,
-bonus.
-Simple bonus.
And restricted code.
The orders have changed.
I want him dead!
-What about the bonus?
-Folded, tripled.
Finish off that criminal!
Well, well.
Impressive. But to kill,
it takes more, my friend.
You need to be an exception agent,
not an operator.
They're not clowns.
that will change any
to be the reality.
I love men.
Moise?
You killed the colonel.
I was wrong.
from the beginning.
-And I thought so...
-What?
A bureaucrat.
Very kind
to warn me, Mr. Guy.
It's natural.
They're gonna come
and you don't have four arms.
Of course no.
Are you sure that
...are you gonna have a cocktail?
With the Colonel's death...
Yeah, that's the rule.
For the colonel's death
there will be a posthumous cocktail.
You travel immediately
-and bring us this traitor.
-Live.
Or dead.
-The bonus will not be decreased.
-Live.
-The bonus will be doubled.
-Tripled if he is dead.
Colonel, Merlaux must be alive.
for questioning.
Have you forgotten that you are
a standard procedure
in case of a double agent,
that you've set up yourself.
I give Caesar what is Caesar's.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Alive. Simple bonus.
-Extended code, anyway.
-Restricted code! Go
and bring this criminal by the hair!
You've made progress, Georges.
I had a good master, Colonel.
You want my seat?
No, Colonel, I want your skin.
And I'll have it.
Colonel, why do we have good relations
with the LNF?
And what's the problem with the OAS?
They're turbulent, excessive,
that's true, but...
I'm under the impression that you feel
that are not understood
when we said we understood them.
Jacquard, we obey orders
of the general, period.
He knows better than anyone else
what must be done.
Remember the summons
of June 18, 1940.
That's right!
"But the last word was said?
Should hope disappear?
Is defeat definitive? No!"
-What's that?
-The convocation of June 18.
Listen, Jacquard.
If the general decides that Algeria
is not French anymore, it will not be French anymore.
He's never been wrong.
and it's not gonna start now.
What about the French who live there?
They will come to live in France,
because they're French.
It's a colony,
not a summer camp!
You irritate me and Algeria irritates me.
Is that clear? Or do I need
reprimand you on Radio Paris?
Radio London.
Radio Paris were the collaborators.
Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.
AÏN-BEIDA MONASTERY
JANUARY 1961
ANDRÉ MELRAUX'S NOTEBOOK
Moktar!
Good to see you, Sidi Jacky!
Sidi Moulinier, it's been a long time!
Sidi Calot.
Very different from the welcome in Moscow.
-Do you know where Melraux is?
-Not yet.
Let's find
the renegade.
Sir, taxi!
Sir, taxi.
Sir, taxi!
OAS PUNISHES TRAITORS
That smell is unbearable.
Calot, it's the smell of jasmine,
mimosa, madressilva
glycogenia, lavender,
lemon tree, orange tree!
I prefer the Moscow air.
The best quality.
Handmade. Touch.
Touch it! Extra quality,
you don't find that anywhere.
I'll take four.
I offer two liters
motor oil
and 500 grams of chicken thighs.
-What? Chicken thighs?
-Calot.
We're in North Africa.
Purchases are not
as in Moscow.
It's my turn to show.
Here we buy in four phases.
How many tunics do you want?
Four.
It's for Anna-Maria.
One and one for trade.
Got it.
Phase one.
Tell me, khouya,
shal rabaa tunics?
For the four of them?Télte mia.
Télte mia?
300?
No. Mitine, max.
Two hundred?
You want to ruin me?
You risk not selling anything,
no wonder it's ruined.
Let's see somewhere else,
very expensive. Thief!
Come on, hraymi!
It was phase two.
The third stage.
Chouf, the extra quality.
Nobody has that.
The Americans go crazy.
Americans?
Do you see Americans here?
Offer a reasonable price.
But not 200
-200, safi.
250.
No! Come on,
-210 because they're beautiful. Baraket.
Aya, 210.
If you don't win well,
at least I'll get rid of it.
210, it's well paid for.
Fourth stage.
Pick a gift.
Thank you. Thank you.
I'll pick this one.
Saha.
Barak lahoufik!
It's weird,
this merchant is furious and warm.
Like a double agent.
In whose service?
You should know.
It's your region.
No, Calot...
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I didn't like it.
Saha.
Are you?
Good evening, I've come to bring towels.
Come on in.
Salam aleikoum, Andre.
I didn't expect you, Marie-Jo.
I'm sorry...excuse me.
I prefer the upstairs bed,
I'm afraid of falling.
Just take the one below.
The one on the top suits me.
No.
When he sleeps underneath,
is underneath. He's not afraid to fall.
Sleep deep and then fall.
When we're high,
we know we can fall.
We'll keep an eye out for the night
and we will not fall.
You'd rather sleep badly on it.
Sleeping without falling is not sleeping badly.
The colonel sent agents to the
in simple code.
-And Moïse?
-He's in Paris, he's coordinating.
From the office, in the heat.
Andre, you're being unfair.
He...
It's the towels, Sidi.
Definitely...
Hello, Merlaux.
We have orders to take you to Paris.
You will be tried for high treason...
and intelligence with the enemy.
I didn't do anything about it. You know me.
Nobody knows you anymore, Merlaux.
You're more of a target
for one more mission.
How are we gonna do it?
Who shoots first?
Drop the gun, Merlaux.
And raise your arms.
-What are you doing here, Marie-Jo?
-It's strange.
Moïse sent me
as a second team.
Just in case.
In fact, good news,
the mission changed to extended code.
Oh, great!
Good news!
Let's all go
-Dinner in the dining car?
-Marie-Jo?
I'll keep an eye on Merlaux.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay,
See you later.
No tricks, Merlaux.
A well done mission!
It all worked out, I'm starving.
Do you think they have bortsch?
We're not in the region,
but we can ask for it.
In any case,
I know they make a good couscous.
Come on in.
Code extended.
I'll stamp you, Marie-Jo.
I hate vulgarities, Andre.
Our colleagues
of the French Oil and Gas Company,
Marie-José and André.
Marie-Jo.
Mr. Muf... Have I changed?
Ali Muhiddin Haci Bekir,
manufacturer of Turkish delights
-seven generations ago.
-I love Turkish delights.
Please join us.
Andre? Is that it?
That's right. That's right.
Do you know Istanbul, André?
No.
It's the most beautiful city in the world.
Khouya!
Homeland of ancient traditions
anchored in the 20th century,
atheist and Muslim,
European and Asian.
And yet, Istanbul is coherent.
Don't you find it fascinating, Andre...
What's that?
That we can be both
instead of just one?
Yeah, I do.
Whiskey for everyone.
I'm sorry. Marie-Jo?
A Cosmopolitan.
Give us zeitouns.
All right, Sidi.
I need to go to Constantine
to express my discontent
to this vendor
who started selling Turkish delicacies
and must respect our commitment.
What do you think, André?
Contract is contract, isn't it?
Not respecting is perjury,
don't you think?
Maybe,
I don't understand anything about Turkish delights.
It's much more than
Turkish delights to me,
my friend.
It's almost a crime.
Which must be punished.
Absolutely.
Sorry, Mudidi!
-Do you want to order another one?
-After that,
Yeah.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.
To this beautiful encounter, to Istanbul...
and the Turkish delights.
And contracts
that we respect.
Calot?
Calot!
Calot, what's up?
I can't breathe.
You scared us!
Don't kid yourself,
I met someone else.
Mudidi?
Mr. Mudidi?
Turkish delights
are greasy.
Arteries don't like that.
Shit.
You!
Wake up! Wake up! We must go!
-All right, Marie-Jo?
-All of it.
-Thanks to Merlaux, he saved my life.
-Very well.
But Merlaux is still a criminal.
Yes, he is.
He didn't take his pajamas...
regulatory PM412V?
Constantine, Constantine
This is the termnial station.
All passengers
should debark here.
They tricked us.
He took Marie-Jo.
Or she took him.
Sidi Jacky!
The renegade Merlaux is on his way...
to Aïn-Beida Monastery.
Good job, Moktar.
Sidi Moulinier?
I brought the bill for the dining car.
What's that? What's that?
Moktar, what is it?
I don't know. Maybe the FLN.
Or the ALN.
Or Wilaya Clada.
Or the OAS.
No, Sidi Calot,
is not the OAS.
-It's the Arabs.
-Or the members of the OAS
disguised as Arabs
to blame the FLN.
This region has a
very hectic weather.
Fucking pussies!
I told you we'd see each other again.
Tsalâmâleiskoumme.
Aren't you the Quebec boys?
I told you I'd create
our Quebec Liberation Front,
playful.
Why me?
Now we get along with the FLN.
We're well trained and equipped.
Your condescension
last time
hasn't been forgotten.
-That's why you'll pay.
-Exactly!
I speak your language.
May I approach?
It's crazy in the
to meet here.
Maybe we have a
proposal to be made.
Beslâmâ!
But..,
what did you tell them, Calot?
I promised France would go
help liberate Quebec
of Canadian imperialism.
That's it!
I've committed to the general saying:
"Long live free Quebec!"
-What does that mean?
-I have no idea.
It's like, "I got it all."
always works.
Good morning, sir.
I'm looking for Yannick.
Andre?
Andre...
Mommy?
It's full of pebbles!
-Why did you come this way?
-Because it's the way, Sidi Jacky.
There, a service station.
No, Calot,
it's a chicken salesman.
What a curious country.
No.
Mercaillon is not your father.
I knew it.
He had your father killed.
I loved Lucien so terribly.
And Mercaillon went mad with jealousy.
So then,
he denounced Lucien to our network
and killed him through
his friends in the Gestapo.
I was arrested, too,
but I managed to escape.
I couldn't stay in France anymore.
Mercaillon would have chased me.
I knew that Father Jean
I'd take good care of you.
I thought I'd never see you again,
Andre.
Who is this young lady?
-I'm his partner.
-Marie-Jo, my fiancée.
I abandoned you as a child
and I found you engaged.
Edith Merlaux.
We can't find Yannick,
but we found your mother.
I'm Yannick.
It's been a long time since
they don't call me that.
It was my name in the Resistance.
Yannick is your mother?
She's still pretty.
Mercaillon.
Don't move, secretary.
Why did you say you were my father?
To save my skin.
We didn't kill his father.
Now there's nothing to stop me from killing you.
Bastard! Traitor!
Collaborator!
It's all in the past, Edith.
And you and your sprout
are the last traces of the past.
Like the general said,
France needs to move on.
Bye, son.
You're on time.
Shoot him.
-Yannick is his mother.
-Kill him, that's an order!
We always respect orders. And yours
was clear: alive,
-bonus.
-Simple bonus.
And restricted code.
The orders have changed.
I want him dead!
-What about the bonus?
-Folded, tripled.
Finish off that criminal!
Well, well.
Impressive. But to kill,
it takes more, my friend.
You need to be an exception agent,
not an operator.
They're not clowns.
that will change any
to be the reality.
I love men.
Moise?
You killed the colonel.
I was wrong.
from the beginning.
-And I thought so...
-What?
A bureaucrat.
Very kind
to warn me, Mr. Guy.
It's natural.
They're gonna come
and you don't have four arms.
Of course no.
Are you sure that
...are you gonna have a cocktail?
With the Colonel's death...
Yeah, that's the rule.
For the colonel's death
there will be a posthumous cocktail.