Le Bureau des Légendes (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Episode #2.8 - full transcript
That's no good.
Make it more powerful.
I can.
Change the direction.
It has to hit the chest.
As is, he'll survive.
Disfigured but alive.
That's it.
Let's do the command unit.
CYPRUS
- Hi, Marina.
- Is something up?
- Are you alone?
- Yes.
Is Marie-Jeanne OK?
There a change in plans.
I'll brief you instead of her.
OK.
- Now?
- Yes, now.
I need precise answers
to a few questions.
In Tehran, during the approach phase,
did you see Americans
hanging around Shapur Zamani?
There are no Americans in Tehran.
Take your time.
Think it over.
No, I'm sure.
I would have mentioned it.
In Paris, when Guillaume
was instructing you behind my back,
did you see any Americans?
What Americans?
People covering up the fact
they were American.
When Zamani and his girlfriend
came to Paris,
no Americans either?
Why?
Because Zamani works for the CIA.
That's impossible.
We knew they were interested in him.
That's why we stepped up
our efforts on him, but...
we didn't think they'd move so fast.
If I had noticed anything,
I would have told you immediately.
Let's take it from the beginning.
I need to know everything, in detail.
I need to know if you missed something.
Not because you're not good,
but because these things happen.
We have the whole day.
Let's calmly review everything.
- What time is your flight?
- In 2 hours.
- Is my mission over?
- Not yet.
What do I do?
When you return to Tehran,
start to pull away from Zamani.
You know how.
Slowly and silently.
He shouldn't link your distance
to his CIA activity.
OK.
You'll receive new instructions.
Can I leave here earlier?
No, you took a 5-day holiday.
Stick to it.
Polos look nice on you.
You have nothing
to feel bad about.
Just behave normally.
"Enjoy Turkish delight",
as they say.
Sure, I'm paranoid.
And you think I'm stupid too.
Al-Qaeda doesn't exist anymore!
Even the little scattered bases...
aren't the solution anymore.
The caliphate is the Prophet's will.
We are making progress.
We kill miscreants every day.
The journalist is German.
Andreas Schnabel.
I know of him.
He has connections in the region.
We could use him to get to Chevalier.
He's the only one
that ISIS has accepted.
He'll succeed where we have failed?
He's a journalist.
ISIS takes information warfare
very seriously.
Schnabel relays their propaganda.
With his shocking TV reports,
he serves ISIS' interests.
And Chevalier knows it.
Chevalier films himself.
He stages himself.
He's a narcissistic criminal.
He'll accept an interview with Schnabel.
Will it take long?
We've already started.
It may go fast.
- What are the risks, for Schnabel?
- What risks can we take?
I don't have much esteem for him,
but a 20% risk factor is the limit.
- 20%.
- 20% maximum.
How was the vacation?
Have some Turkish delight.
A gift from Turkish Airlines.
It helps to sweeten the pill.
That bad?
Nothing.
We reviewed everything.
The CIA recruited Zamani
without us noticing?
Phénomène spent time with him.
She couldn't have missed this.
I have absolute faith in her.
And Marie-Jeanne and Malotru
didn't see it either.
Do we know how long
he's worked for the CIA?
Is that why he came to Paris?
Is it possible...
That they asked Zamani
to recruit Phénoméne?
If you had Majid Zamani's son,
would you care
about a French seismologist?
She would have figured it out.
She's not stupid.
Don't eat too many.
You'll feel sick.
You got a job offer on Linkedln.
From a journalism school in Luxembourg.
Well, not you. Chloé Depoid.
- Where did you get that name?
- An old phonebook.
It's been an hour
since I left a message.
With a girl,
I wait 24 hours before giving up.
It's him.
Chloé Depoid?
Hello, this is Andreas Schnabel.
Hello, Mr. Schnabel.
- Thanks for returning my call
- Of course.
What can I do for you?
I'm a journalist with l- Media.
I work with Guillaume Hoffner.
I have a proposal for you.
Can we meet?
What kind of proposal?
I have an exclusive scoop for you.
I need to know more.
Not over the phone.
A man like yourself
attracts attention.
It's big and it's urgent.
We need to meet quickly in Paris.
Give me a date. I'll book tickets
and a room at the Hilton.
Friday?
My assistant will contact you
for details.
See you on Friday.
See you Friday.
I have an IP on a German server.
He's checking your profile.
Bravo.
You can make yourself a coffee.
No thanks.
You want one?
I can get it for you.
I'm sorry.
I should have done
a better job of breaking up.
It wasn't worth the bother.
I've always behaved like an ass
with women.
Are we recalling Phénoméne?
Why would we do that?
Because her Iranian friend
works for the CIA.
- So?
- It's dangerous.
It would be the same
if Shapur worked for us.
It's not the same.
We'd be in control.
- Phénoméne is careful.
- Zamani isn't.
This guy isn't reliable.
He's not cautious.
If his cover's blown,
it'll affect his entourage,
including Phénoméne.
Zamani has become her Achilles' heel.
Tehran - IRAN
Incoming call
Hi.
Can I play with you?
Sure.
Are you all right?
What's up?
- What happened?
- Nothing.
- What's wrong with Prune?
- A boyfriend problem.
Tristan.
What problem?
Ask her. She mouthed off to me,
so I sent her to you.
What does she say?
She's impossible right now.
Good luck.
What did she tell you?
That you're rude to her.
I'm rude to her?
What's up with Tristan?
It's a mess.
- It's not working anymore?
- No.
Is he pulling away?
No, I am.
I don't know why I'm like this.
At your age,
it's normal for things to end.
- It's better, in fact.
- I don't want it to end.
Then what?
We can't go on like this.
We fight all the time.
We don't get along anymore.
You just wanted me to get you dinner.
Not at all.
You got enough for all of us?
Hi.
She's crying.
Have dinner with us.
Did you see Nadia El-Mansour?
That's where I was.
She wants internet.
Is she OK?
I think so.
She asked me to buy books.
Which ones?
Chronicles of a Middle-Eastern War,
by Gilles Kepel.
The Kingdom by Emmanuel Carrère.
And 1000 Easy Everyday Recipes.
That was a joke.
You make jokes now, do you?
I'm practicing.
Is she depressed?
I'm not a shrink.
I'll set the table.
You go get my daughter.
Go on.
- I think it's time to eat.
- I'm not hungry.
You work with my father?
What do you do?
I do favors.
When there's a crisis,
I get a call.
Is this a crisis?
No.
How old are you?
I'm 20.
Poor girl...
- At 20, you can't handle these things.
- How old are you?
Old enough to handle it.
Look at me.
Do I look like a shy virgin to you?
Do I look like a hopeless romantic?
They call me "the Mule".
And it's not because
I'm white as a dove.
When I was 20, I cried every day.
Every single day.
I fell in love twice.
2 assholes.
And each time, I cried.
Endlessly.
My mother hit me on the head
to toughen me up.
It made no difference.
I cried and cried,
and cried.
20 is a lousy age.
Let's go eat.
Is it blinking?
It is now.
You came out here
to install my internet?
I wanted to see you.
And I brought some books.
Are you doing OK?
Yes, I'm OK.
Not too bored?
A little, but it's nice to be bored.
I don't worry about being woken up
or seeing Nadim appear in my room...
How are you?
I'm fine.
A book like this could wake you up
in the middle of the night.
I read an interview with the author.
Now that he's uncovered
these Mafia networks,
he leads a miserable existence.
He lost everything:
His freedom, his friends...
A normal life.
Everything.
He lives in barracks,
in windowless rooms.
But the worst is that every day,
he wonders if it was worth it.
That's not what he wonders about.
He says he wouldn't do it again,
if given the choice.
I have something to show you.
That's why I came.
This is your home?
"Guillaume..."
"Guillaume" doesn't suit you.
Paul's my middle name.
You can still use that.
No, now you're Guillaume.
November 13, 1970.
You didn't lie about your date of birth.
I'm honest.
I could have chopped off a few years.
Real identity is only shared
with a wife.
But I'm not your wife.
This is where we might have lived,
in another life?
A normal one?
It's a company-provided apartment.
Something temporary that's lasted.
Why are you doing this?
Why tell me who you are?
I wanted to be honest,
before we part company.
I don't think it matters anymore.
What matters is your new life.
I worked hard to make it possible.
We won't see each other again.
But I won't forget you.
I doubt you will either.
Now, when we think of each other,
it will be painful.
But it will be real.
So, now we're even.
- Can you take me back?
- Of course.
How long can I stay in the house?
As long as you want.
Let us know when you need it.
Have you ever heard
of Nadim El Bachir?
He's the senior
Syrian intelligence officer
that Nadia admitted everything to,
when we tried to recruit her.
He sent her back to Syria.
He's in one of our safe houses.
He defected
and he's telling us everything
on the situation in Damascus,
on deserters
from the Syrian secret service,
on the manipulation of the opposition
and armed groups...
He's an incredible gold mine
of information.
That's wonderful.
Who do we owe all this to?
Guillaume Debailly.
- How is that possible?
- He trapped Nadim.
It'll become a case study
in our training program.
How did he contact him?
Through Nadia El-Mansour.
Have they seen each other?
She's in our safe house in Picardy.
Why?
She asked Céline for permission
to see Malotru,
to ask him for protection.
Against whom?
Nadim El Bachir.
Why are you telling me this?
I'm going to ask Nadim El Bachir
what he knows about Malotru.
You want me to see Nadia El-Mansour?
To know exactly where the con is.
- Did you have a good trip?
- Yes, thanks.
We know the name of the French jihadist
who executes hostages.
What is this nonsense?
This is a serious offer.
How did you get his identity?
We have it. That's it.
I can't say how we got it.
Personally, I don't even know.
Why don't you interview him yourselves?
We're unable to get to him.
You're the only one who can get near
and return alive, with footage.
If we send even our best journalist,
he won't last 2 seconds.
You've succeeded
where everyone else has failed.
Why would I accept?
I don't know that you will.
I'm here to convince you.
All eyes are on this guy.
We think someone should meet him,
talk to him.
You're the only one who can.
I told Gaddafi it was incredible,
that I hadn't read
such magnificent poetry since Aragon.
Professional ethics in that context...
At least with ISIS, there's no chance
I'll be asked to read poems.
You're not scared with them?
I've always felt sympathy
for those everyone else despises.
It took me 6 months
to approach my ISIS contacts.
6 months of...
discussions,
negotiations,
and seduction.
It's work for me, but for them too.
Why spend 6 months negotiating,
if you plan to kill me?
And I was right.
We'll find the right format
to highlight the interview.
A special program.
You'd control the contents
and the presentation.
We could also work on a partnership
with a print media.
A weekly magazine,
such as "L'Obs" or "Le Point".
I want the rights to my footage.
You know that's impossible.
Then, I went them
to revert to me after 3 months.
5 months,
and I have to discuss it.
5 months, with the option to sell them.
OK.
All intermediaries and my local guys
need to be paid off.
There's my salary and my cameraman's.
I don't go anywhere without him.
Benghazi
LIBYA
Make sure you have a signal.
Always record the sound
on two tracks.
Like this.
OK.
You can adjust during the interview.
When it's in the red,
lower the sound.
OK.
Clip the command unit
to his pants.
What if he's wearing a tunic?
Put it in his pocket, under the tunic.
OK.
Then, place the clip-on microphone
as close to the face as possible.
If there's wind,
use a windscreen.
OK.
Ask him to do a voice test.
You have to rehearse these moves.
You can't look like a novice.
Your turn.
I'll pretend to be Toufik.
Where will the explosives be?
We don't know yet.
Probably in the unit.
Or in the mike.
We're looking for the right place.
God willing, you'll find it.
Tehran
IRAN
Did I scare you?
No.
Look! New responsibilities, new car.
It's great.
Are you mad at me?
No.
Why?
I call, you don't pick up.
I just got back.
You used to call right away.
You have no time for me anymore.
- Is that why you're here?
- Yes.
No.
Actually, I'm going to a meeting
at the strategic research center.
It's on the way.
I'm not the one with no time.
You are.
Lots of work, fancy cars...
That's true.
Let's hang out soon.
Agreed.
- You promise?
- Yes.
You swear?
Yes.
Where?
We'll see.
We replace the aluminum alloys
with titanium,
with a good weight/resistance ratio.
But it's much more expensive.
I'll call Mousavi, to speed things up.
This is the centrifuge
replacement schedule.
The first site to change to IR2...
will be the Natanz site.
Let's take a break.
I'm sure everyone could use one.
You have a cigarette?
Yes.
Mobile check.
What's happening?
The GPS picked up
a functioning mobile phone.
It's forbidden on this floor.
Who forgot to turn off his phone?
It's me. Sorry.
We'll have to check.
Check what?
The phones.
Give me your phone.
You've heard of respecting privacy?
Shapur.
That's enough!
Shapur, give him your phone
so we can move on.
What is this?
What does "A4" mean?
It's a video game thing.
Your contact, here...
Who is Agus?
He's a friend.
We play video games.
Istanbul - TURKEY
I thought I heard a car.
Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.
Olivia Ansalem.
I work for the DGSE.
I'm here for some logistic issues.
Nothing to worry about.
Forgive me.
My imagination runs wild
out here in the country.
Excuse me, it's 9 PM.
I'm going to make dinner.
Oh, yes.
Sorry, I'll make room.
Would you like some wine?
You know,
Paul Lefebvre is a good friend.
Really?
He told me a lot about you.
That doesn't seem to surprise you.
- Not really, no.
- Why not?
If I had had a friend,
these last years,
I would surely have talked to her
about Paul Lefebvre.
Saying he's a friend
is a slight exaggeration.
But he's more than a colleague.
We have the utmost respect
for each other.
We tell each other things.
We confide in each other.
You know...
In this job, it's hard to maintain
close relationships.
You can't tell people things.
But you can explain.
You can say,
"I can't tell you about this."
And they understand.
I know it was complicated
between you and Paul.
If you want to interrogate me,
just do it.
It'll be quicker and less unpleasant.
No, not at all.
I know many people like you.
I know your tricks.
OK.
I have only one question.
Paul Lefebvre
isn't his real name.
I figured as much.
Did he ever tell you
his real name?
No, he never did.
I haven't the slightest idea
who he really is.
The Mule says
this is the best cure for heartache.
- Booze?
- A Cosmopolitan.
I think it's ready.
You want one?
You work with cool people.
You mean the Mule?
Who said I worked with dreary people?
I just pictured you all in suits...
All boring.
Like me?
Is Mule her code name?
- No, it's a nickname.
- You have one?
A nickname?
Behind my back, maybe.
But I have a code name.
Paul Lefebvre?
No, that's a false identity
for my Syrian missions.
So what's your code name?
If you're hesitating,
that means you can tell me.
"Malotru".
"Malotru"?
Why?
All our code names
are insults from Captain Haddock,
in Tintin.
- Are you kidding?
- I swear it's true.
There's "Cyclone",
"Moule à Gaufres", "Phénomène"...
- That's crazy!
- But it's true.
You've never told me anything cool
about your work before.
- You've never made me a cocktail.
- Want more?
No thanks.
Have you ever had a heartache?
Come on...
Pour me another one.
Will you tell me?
"Prune, that last evening
we spent together
"meant a lot to me.
"I think about it very often.
"I relive each moment...
"I'm going to take it with me.
"I know that where I'm going,
"it's something I'll want
to keep with me forever.
"I'm sorry
for everything they'll tell you
"and for what's about to happen.
"And I am sorry
"that we won't share other evenings
like that one."
I want you to know
that you're not under suspicion.
Only Shapur is.
I'm sure we'll find an explanation.
Shapur isn't a bad boy.
He's just a little thick.
To accuse him
of espionage
is giving him too much credit.
The text message is quite clear.
He was probably showing off to a friend.
That's enough!
Stop taking me for a fool!
I have a son, too.
His messages are about the jeans
he plans to buy,
football and scooters.
Not about Natanz's A4 unit!
Out of respect for you,
I could try to make things easier
for Shapur.
What does he risk?
Hopefully we can spare him
death by hanging.
I'll cooperate in any way.
Very well.
How long has he worked for you?
For 5 years.
He went from intern to project manager.
How long has he been allowed
in the conference room?
One month.
Any new people in his entourage?
His girlfriend left him.
I'm not talking about
people who left him,
but those who have gotten closer.
People who seem
to hang around him innocently.
New friends, for example...
- What's wrong, Reza?
- Put on your hijab.
- Everything OK?
- No.
It's not OK.
- You're under arrest.
- What are you doing?
For sharing intelligence with the enemy.
What?
I want to speak to my Embassy.
Shut up, bitch.
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Subtitling TITRAFILM
Make it more powerful.
I can.
Change the direction.
It has to hit the chest.
As is, he'll survive.
Disfigured but alive.
That's it.
Let's do the command unit.
CYPRUS
- Hi, Marina.
- Is something up?
- Are you alone?
- Yes.
Is Marie-Jeanne OK?
There a change in plans.
I'll brief you instead of her.
OK.
- Now?
- Yes, now.
I need precise answers
to a few questions.
In Tehran, during the approach phase,
did you see Americans
hanging around Shapur Zamani?
There are no Americans in Tehran.
Take your time.
Think it over.
No, I'm sure.
I would have mentioned it.
In Paris, when Guillaume
was instructing you behind my back,
did you see any Americans?
What Americans?
People covering up the fact
they were American.
When Zamani and his girlfriend
came to Paris,
no Americans either?
Why?
Because Zamani works for the CIA.
That's impossible.
We knew they were interested in him.
That's why we stepped up
our efforts on him, but...
we didn't think they'd move so fast.
If I had noticed anything,
I would have told you immediately.
Let's take it from the beginning.
I need to know everything, in detail.
I need to know if you missed something.
Not because you're not good,
but because these things happen.
We have the whole day.
Let's calmly review everything.
- What time is your flight?
- In 2 hours.
- Is my mission over?
- Not yet.
What do I do?
When you return to Tehran,
start to pull away from Zamani.
You know how.
Slowly and silently.
He shouldn't link your distance
to his CIA activity.
OK.
You'll receive new instructions.
Can I leave here earlier?
No, you took a 5-day holiday.
Stick to it.
Polos look nice on you.
You have nothing
to feel bad about.
Just behave normally.
"Enjoy Turkish delight",
as they say.
Sure, I'm paranoid.
And you think I'm stupid too.
Al-Qaeda doesn't exist anymore!
Even the little scattered bases...
aren't the solution anymore.
The caliphate is the Prophet's will.
We are making progress.
We kill miscreants every day.
The journalist is German.
Andreas Schnabel.
I know of him.
He has connections in the region.
We could use him to get to Chevalier.
He's the only one
that ISIS has accepted.
He'll succeed where we have failed?
He's a journalist.
ISIS takes information warfare
very seriously.
Schnabel relays their propaganda.
With his shocking TV reports,
he serves ISIS' interests.
And Chevalier knows it.
Chevalier films himself.
He stages himself.
He's a narcissistic criminal.
He'll accept an interview with Schnabel.
Will it take long?
We've already started.
It may go fast.
- What are the risks, for Schnabel?
- What risks can we take?
I don't have much esteem for him,
but a 20% risk factor is the limit.
- 20%.
- 20% maximum.
How was the vacation?
Have some Turkish delight.
A gift from Turkish Airlines.
It helps to sweeten the pill.
That bad?
Nothing.
We reviewed everything.
The CIA recruited Zamani
without us noticing?
Phénomène spent time with him.
She couldn't have missed this.
I have absolute faith in her.
And Marie-Jeanne and Malotru
didn't see it either.
Do we know how long
he's worked for the CIA?
Is that why he came to Paris?
Is it possible...
That they asked Zamani
to recruit Phénoméne?
If you had Majid Zamani's son,
would you care
about a French seismologist?
She would have figured it out.
She's not stupid.
Don't eat too many.
You'll feel sick.
You got a job offer on Linkedln.
From a journalism school in Luxembourg.
Well, not you. Chloé Depoid.
- Where did you get that name?
- An old phonebook.
It's been an hour
since I left a message.
With a girl,
I wait 24 hours before giving up.
It's him.
Chloé Depoid?
Hello, this is Andreas Schnabel.
Hello, Mr. Schnabel.
- Thanks for returning my call
- Of course.
What can I do for you?
I'm a journalist with l- Media.
I work with Guillaume Hoffner.
I have a proposal for you.
Can we meet?
What kind of proposal?
I have an exclusive scoop for you.
I need to know more.
Not over the phone.
A man like yourself
attracts attention.
It's big and it's urgent.
We need to meet quickly in Paris.
Give me a date. I'll book tickets
and a room at the Hilton.
Friday?
My assistant will contact you
for details.
See you on Friday.
See you Friday.
I have an IP on a German server.
He's checking your profile.
Bravo.
You can make yourself a coffee.
No thanks.
You want one?
I can get it for you.
I'm sorry.
I should have done
a better job of breaking up.
It wasn't worth the bother.
I've always behaved like an ass
with women.
Are we recalling Phénoméne?
Why would we do that?
Because her Iranian friend
works for the CIA.
- So?
- It's dangerous.
It would be the same
if Shapur worked for us.
It's not the same.
We'd be in control.
- Phénoméne is careful.
- Zamani isn't.
This guy isn't reliable.
He's not cautious.
If his cover's blown,
it'll affect his entourage,
including Phénoméne.
Zamani has become her Achilles' heel.
Tehran - IRAN
Incoming call
Hi.
Can I play with you?
Sure.
Are you all right?
What's up?
- What happened?
- Nothing.
- What's wrong with Prune?
- A boyfriend problem.
Tristan.
What problem?
Ask her. She mouthed off to me,
so I sent her to you.
What does she say?
She's impossible right now.
Good luck.
What did she tell you?
That you're rude to her.
I'm rude to her?
What's up with Tristan?
It's a mess.
- It's not working anymore?
- No.
Is he pulling away?
No, I am.
I don't know why I'm like this.
At your age,
it's normal for things to end.
- It's better, in fact.
- I don't want it to end.
Then what?
We can't go on like this.
We fight all the time.
We don't get along anymore.
You just wanted me to get you dinner.
Not at all.
You got enough for all of us?
Hi.
She's crying.
Have dinner with us.
Did you see Nadia El-Mansour?
That's where I was.
She wants internet.
Is she OK?
I think so.
She asked me to buy books.
Which ones?
Chronicles of a Middle-Eastern War,
by Gilles Kepel.
The Kingdom by Emmanuel Carrère.
And 1000 Easy Everyday Recipes.
That was a joke.
You make jokes now, do you?
I'm practicing.
Is she depressed?
I'm not a shrink.
I'll set the table.
You go get my daughter.
Go on.
- I think it's time to eat.
- I'm not hungry.
You work with my father?
What do you do?
I do favors.
When there's a crisis,
I get a call.
Is this a crisis?
No.
How old are you?
I'm 20.
Poor girl...
- At 20, you can't handle these things.
- How old are you?
Old enough to handle it.
Look at me.
Do I look like a shy virgin to you?
Do I look like a hopeless romantic?
They call me "the Mule".
And it's not because
I'm white as a dove.
When I was 20, I cried every day.
Every single day.
I fell in love twice.
2 assholes.
And each time, I cried.
Endlessly.
My mother hit me on the head
to toughen me up.
It made no difference.
I cried and cried,
and cried.
20 is a lousy age.
Let's go eat.
Is it blinking?
It is now.
You came out here
to install my internet?
I wanted to see you.
And I brought some books.
Are you doing OK?
Yes, I'm OK.
Not too bored?
A little, but it's nice to be bored.
I don't worry about being woken up
or seeing Nadim appear in my room...
How are you?
I'm fine.
A book like this could wake you up
in the middle of the night.
I read an interview with the author.
Now that he's uncovered
these Mafia networks,
he leads a miserable existence.
He lost everything:
His freedom, his friends...
A normal life.
Everything.
He lives in barracks,
in windowless rooms.
But the worst is that every day,
he wonders if it was worth it.
That's not what he wonders about.
He says he wouldn't do it again,
if given the choice.
I have something to show you.
That's why I came.
This is your home?
"Guillaume..."
"Guillaume" doesn't suit you.
Paul's my middle name.
You can still use that.
No, now you're Guillaume.
November 13, 1970.
You didn't lie about your date of birth.
I'm honest.
I could have chopped off a few years.
Real identity is only shared
with a wife.
But I'm not your wife.
This is where we might have lived,
in another life?
A normal one?
It's a company-provided apartment.
Something temporary that's lasted.
Why are you doing this?
Why tell me who you are?
I wanted to be honest,
before we part company.
I don't think it matters anymore.
What matters is your new life.
I worked hard to make it possible.
We won't see each other again.
But I won't forget you.
I doubt you will either.
Now, when we think of each other,
it will be painful.
But it will be real.
So, now we're even.
- Can you take me back?
- Of course.
How long can I stay in the house?
As long as you want.
Let us know when you need it.
Have you ever heard
of Nadim El Bachir?
He's the senior
Syrian intelligence officer
that Nadia admitted everything to,
when we tried to recruit her.
He sent her back to Syria.
He's in one of our safe houses.
He defected
and he's telling us everything
on the situation in Damascus,
on deserters
from the Syrian secret service,
on the manipulation of the opposition
and armed groups...
He's an incredible gold mine
of information.
That's wonderful.
Who do we owe all this to?
Guillaume Debailly.
- How is that possible?
- He trapped Nadim.
It'll become a case study
in our training program.
How did he contact him?
Through Nadia El-Mansour.
Have they seen each other?
She's in our safe house in Picardy.
Why?
She asked Céline for permission
to see Malotru,
to ask him for protection.
Against whom?
Nadim El Bachir.
Why are you telling me this?
I'm going to ask Nadim El Bachir
what he knows about Malotru.
You want me to see Nadia El-Mansour?
To know exactly where the con is.
- Did you have a good trip?
- Yes, thanks.
We know the name of the French jihadist
who executes hostages.
What is this nonsense?
This is a serious offer.
How did you get his identity?
We have it. That's it.
I can't say how we got it.
Personally, I don't even know.
Why don't you interview him yourselves?
We're unable to get to him.
You're the only one who can get near
and return alive, with footage.
If we send even our best journalist,
he won't last 2 seconds.
You've succeeded
where everyone else has failed.
Why would I accept?
I don't know that you will.
I'm here to convince you.
All eyes are on this guy.
We think someone should meet him,
talk to him.
You're the only one who can.
I told Gaddafi it was incredible,
that I hadn't read
such magnificent poetry since Aragon.
Professional ethics in that context...
At least with ISIS, there's no chance
I'll be asked to read poems.
You're not scared with them?
I've always felt sympathy
for those everyone else despises.
It took me 6 months
to approach my ISIS contacts.
6 months of...
discussions,
negotiations,
and seduction.
It's work for me, but for them too.
Why spend 6 months negotiating,
if you plan to kill me?
And I was right.
We'll find the right format
to highlight the interview.
A special program.
You'd control the contents
and the presentation.
We could also work on a partnership
with a print media.
A weekly magazine,
such as "L'Obs" or "Le Point".
I want the rights to my footage.
You know that's impossible.
Then, I went them
to revert to me after 3 months.
5 months,
and I have to discuss it.
5 months, with the option to sell them.
OK.
All intermediaries and my local guys
need to be paid off.
There's my salary and my cameraman's.
I don't go anywhere without him.
Benghazi
LIBYA
Make sure you have a signal.
Always record the sound
on two tracks.
Like this.
OK.
You can adjust during the interview.
When it's in the red,
lower the sound.
OK.
Clip the command unit
to his pants.
What if he's wearing a tunic?
Put it in his pocket, under the tunic.
OK.
Then, place the clip-on microphone
as close to the face as possible.
If there's wind,
use a windscreen.
OK.
Ask him to do a voice test.
You have to rehearse these moves.
You can't look like a novice.
Your turn.
I'll pretend to be Toufik.
Where will the explosives be?
We don't know yet.
Probably in the unit.
Or in the mike.
We're looking for the right place.
God willing, you'll find it.
Tehran
IRAN
Did I scare you?
No.
Look! New responsibilities, new car.
It's great.
Are you mad at me?
No.
Why?
I call, you don't pick up.
I just got back.
You used to call right away.
You have no time for me anymore.
- Is that why you're here?
- Yes.
No.
Actually, I'm going to a meeting
at the strategic research center.
It's on the way.
I'm not the one with no time.
You are.
Lots of work, fancy cars...
That's true.
Let's hang out soon.
Agreed.
- You promise?
- Yes.
You swear?
Yes.
Where?
We'll see.
We replace the aluminum alloys
with titanium,
with a good weight/resistance ratio.
But it's much more expensive.
I'll call Mousavi, to speed things up.
This is the centrifuge
replacement schedule.
The first site to change to IR2...
will be the Natanz site.
Let's take a break.
I'm sure everyone could use one.
You have a cigarette?
Yes.
Mobile check.
What's happening?
The GPS picked up
a functioning mobile phone.
It's forbidden on this floor.
Who forgot to turn off his phone?
It's me. Sorry.
We'll have to check.
Check what?
The phones.
Give me your phone.
You've heard of respecting privacy?
Shapur.
That's enough!
Shapur, give him your phone
so we can move on.
What is this?
What does "A4" mean?
It's a video game thing.
Your contact, here...
Who is Agus?
He's a friend.
We play video games.
Istanbul - TURKEY
I thought I heard a car.
Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.
Olivia Ansalem.
I work for the DGSE.
I'm here for some logistic issues.
Nothing to worry about.
Forgive me.
My imagination runs wild
out here in the country.
Excuse me, it's 9 PM.
I'm going to make dinner.
Oh, yes.
Sorry, I'll make room.
Would you like some wine?
You know,
Paul Lefebvre is a good friend.
Really?
He told me a lot about you.
That doesn't seem to surprise you.
- Not really, no.
- Why not?
If I had had a friend,
these last years,
I would surely have talked to her
about Paul Lefebvre.
Saying he's a friend
is a slight exaggeration.
But he's more than a colleague.
We have the utmost respect
for each other.
We tell each other things.
We confide in each other.
You know...
In this job, it's hard to maintain
close relationships.
You can't tell people things.
But you can explain.
You can say,
"I can't tell you about this."
And they understand.
I know it was complicated
between you and Paul.
If you want to interrogate me,
just do it.
It'll be quicker and less unpleasant.
No, not at all.
I know many people like you.
I know your tricks.
OK.
I have only one question.
Paul Lefebvre
isn't his real name.
I figured as much.
Did he ever tell you
his real name?
No, he never did.
I haven't the slightest idea
who he really is.
The Mule says
this is the best cure for heartache.
- Booze?
- A Cosmopolitan.
I think it's ready.
You want one?
You work with cool people.
You mean the Mule?
Who said I worked with dreary people?
I just pictured you all in suits...
All boring.
Like me?
Is Mule her code name?
- No, it's a nickname.
- You have one?
A nickname?
Behind my back, maybe.
But I have a code name.
Paul Lefebvre?
No, that's a false identity
for my Syrian missions.
So what's your code name?
If you're hesitating,
that means you can tell me.
"Malotru".
"Malotru"?
Why?
All our code names
are insults from Captain Haddock,
in Tintin.
- Are you kidding?
- I swear it's true.
There's "Cyclone",
"Moule à Gaufres", "Phénomène"...
- That's crazy!
- But it's true.
You've never told me anything cool
about your work before.
- You've never made me a cocktail.
- Want more?
No thanks.
Have you ever had a heartache?
Come on...
Pour me another one.
Will you tell me?
"Prune, that last evening
we spent together
"meant a lot to me.
"I think about it very often.
"I relive each moment...
"I'm going to take it with me.
"I know that where I'm going,
"it's something I'll want
to keep with me forever.
"I'm sorry
for everything they'll tell you
"and for what's about to happen.
"And I am sorry
"that we won't share other evenings
like that one."
I want you to know
that you're not under suspicion.
Only Shapur is.
I'm sure we'll find an explanation.
Shapur isn't a bad boy.
He's just a little thick.
To accuse him
of espionage
is giving him too much credit.
The text message is quite clear.
He was probably showing off to a friend.
That's enough!
Stop taking me for a fool!
I have a son, too.
His messages are about the jeans
he plans to buy,
football and scooters.
Not about Natanz's A4 unit!
Out of respect for you,
I could try to make things easier
for Shapur.
What does he risk?
Hopefully we can spare him
death by hanging.
I'll cooperate in any way.
Very well.
How long has he worked for you?
For 5 years.
He went from intern to project manager.
How long has he been allowed
in the conference room?
One month.
Any new people in his entourage?
His girlfriend left him.
I'm not talking about
people who left him,
but those who have gotten closer.
People who seem
to hang around him innocently.
New friends, for example...
- What's wrong, Reza?
- Put on your hijab.
- Everything OK?
- No.
It's not OK.
- You're under arrest.
- What are you doing?
For sharing intelligence with the enemy.
What?
I want to speak to my Embassy.
Shut up, bitch.
Adaptation: Holly Diener
Subtitling TITRAFILM