01x01 - Episode 1

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[suspense music]

[eerie music]

PARAMEDICAL

SPECIAL FORCES UNIT
MINISTRY OF THE INTERIOR

[we slam the doors]

[music stops]

[barking in the distance]

As we said,
I go first with Rimbaud.

Paco, Olivier and Spit,
you check the building.

[in Arabic] Hamdani, it's good.

[in English] Let's go, guys!

[on touch]

[in Arabic] Open up, federal police!

[on touch]

[soldier 1, in Arabic]
Open up, federal police!

Get up !

Upright !

Upright.

Upright.

Is that you Saleh?

Take off your niqab.

Remove it !

Otherwise, you don't pass.

I won't take it off!

- Clear.
- I won't take it off.

Mohamed, block the way.

Clear.

Advance !

You are welcome.

[soldier 1] Take your kids
to the other room.

[dispute in Arabic]

[suspense music]

[in French] Clair.

[music stops]

[in English] How are you?

[soldier 2] Here.

I have some questions.

[he translates into Arabic]

[in English] Daesh fighters
are hiding here.

[he translates into Arabic]

[in Arabic] I see men
in the neighborhood, but I don't know them.

[he translates into English]

[in English] Have you seen the French?

- [he translates into Arabic]
- [in Arabic] I don't know.

[he translates into English]

[in English] Have you heard
of French?

[he translates into Arabic]

[in Arabic] I don't know, I can't say.

[in English] He doesn't know.

- [in English] Look at these photos.
- [he translates into Arabic]

[in English] Look at these men.

- Have you ever seen them?
- [he translates into Arabic]

- [in English] Look.
- [he translates into Arabic]

[man, in Arabic] Sorry.

[soldier 1, in Arabic] Take a good look.

- [in English] No?
- He doesn't know.

- You're sure ?
- [he translates into Arabic]

- [in English] They were seen here.
- [he translates into Arabic]

[in Arabic] I don't know.
They speak several languages.

How to know ?

- [in English] He doesn't know.
- OK.

[in Arabic] Your neighbor saw
people entering your house.

Which neighbor? There is no one here.
I tell you.

He also said

that you wanted to join Daesh.

[man, in Arabic]
I swear, I'm not Daesh.

[suspense music]

[in Arabic] Get out.

Come on, get out.

Don't be afraid, I'll talk to them.

- What's your name ?
- Bilal.

[soldier 3] You're a good boy, Bilal.

Tell me who is hiding in your house.

Person.

[soldier 3] Are you sure?

Oui.

Look at me, tell me the truth.

It's the truth.

[soldier 3] If you lie, I'll get mad.

I can hurt you very badly.

So tell me,

who is hiding in your house?

Daesh?

[soldier 3] Are there Daesh here?

Speak, don't be afraid.

I'm going to get mad.

There is nobody.

[suspense music]

[eerie music]

[in French] Don't move!

[Paco] Don't move! Do not move !

I don't move. I am French.

Paco, serflex.

- [man] I'm French.
- [Olivier] The scan!

[Spit] We bring it back.

[suspense music]

[Olivier] Spit !

French ?

[soldier 2] Yeah? Here, open your eye.

- Bigger. Open your eye!
- [beep]

Do not move.

[soldier 2] Here, stay put.

[bip]

So. Come on, let's take it.

- [soldier 1, in Arabic] Dog!
- He forced me.

Choose. Your wife or your children?

Pity.

Not my family.

Who do I k*ll first?

[in French] Martin!

[in Arabic] Your wife or your children?

[in English] Stop, let's calm down.

Calm.

Calm.

OK ?

[in Arabic] Open the car! Go quickly.

[in English] Okay. I take it.

[in Arabic] Come on, you dirty dog.

[cry in Arabic]

[eerie music]

Head down !

[word in Arabic]

[in French] Eleven, from 45.

[man] Forty-five, here, 11.

Here 45, take message.

[man] Here 11. Send.

Ici 45.

Francophone captured on 36.34.08,

43.15.84.

- [man] Forty-five, well taken.
- [a woman shouts]

Here 45, we return to BOA. Ended.

Hamdani!

[word in Arabic]

[in English] Hamdani! Wait !

Hamdani!

- [the woman shouts]
- Hamdani!

[in English] Let him go, Hamdani.
Let him go.

[in English] Go back to your cars.
We are taking care of it.

I can't let you.
Not in my custody.

Guard ? What guard?

You understood me.
We had agreed.

Agree on what?

You don't know what he did.
He hid a man,

but perhaps against his will.
He could have been threatened.

Don't worry,
we'll just ask him a few questions.

Hamdani, there are procedures,
judges, facts.

You promised to respect them.
Not true ?

Listen to me carefully.
It's not your f*cking w*r.

Go back to your cars.

Hamdani, please.

[in French] Rimbaud, stop.

Let go of me !

- [a man shouts]
- [g*nshots]

[women scream and cry]

[in Arabic] You are only dogs!
You treat us like dogs!

[sobs] You humiliate our families,
women!

You are like Daesh!
You are no better than them!

Get out of here, we don't want you!

[cry in Arabic]

[tears]

[heavy music]

[rock music]

Zaid. From his real name Said Osman.

55-year-old Franco-Tunisian,
jihad veteran,

engaged from 89 in Afghanistan.

We saw it in Bosnia,
in Chechnya, in Libya,

but he was only arrested once by
S*ddam Hussein's Republican Guard

in February 2003.

Two months later, Bush invaded Iraq
and there, Zaïd disappeared.

And it only reappears in 2014 in Kobané.

It is believed that he became head
of regional intelligence for northern Iraq.

At this point, we don't know what it's worth,

we don't know what he knows,
but as a member of the Amniyat,

he probably knows Leterrier,
Shérif Ohmayoun, Kévin Troadec,

Abou El Françaoui, Mohamed Amsaleh
and Farid Bedioune.

Without being part of the
external operations office of Amniyat,

it is assumed that he knows those
who organized the attacks of 2015.

Could he know their location?

Yes it's possible.

If it is, Zaïd knows
of plans for future attacks.

[woman] Everyone understands what is at stake.

Zaïd Osman is French,

the Iraqis let us interrogate him.

Have we identified pressure levers?

We're working on it,
but we have to hurry.

The slot granted by Fedpol
is not extendable.

Zaïd needs to talk to us.

If we are unsuccessful,
the Iraqis regain control.

- In their own way.
- They're going to slaughter him.

It will always be one less.

Not until we've tapped into
its potential.

And on the DGSE side, what does it say?

[soldier] We have the green light
for the interrogation.

We have a list of questions,

but I don't see how to get
him to cooperate.

I don't understand what he was doing there.

A regional Daesh intelligence cadre in Mosul,

alone, unescorted,

a few days before the
American bombardment, that doesn't fit.

All the others have already fled
to Raqqa, Dubai,

and him, would he come and hide
in this lousy hiding place?

The two of them, who are they?

Members of his family
in France or elsewhere.

Our information
says nothing about it.

As soon as we know more, we will brief you.

Well, is it OK for everyone?

[soldiers] Yes, Colonel.

Finish the letter.

They pull him by the legs
to the waist,

then they pull out a shoulder,

they put a finger in his mouth
to hold his head,

don't let her go back,
so as not to break her neck.

[woman] Martin?

Yeah.

- [woman] How are you?
- Yeah.

Are they sure he won't turn around?

At seven and a half months, there
's little chance, honey.

Can't they do a cesarean for you?

So that I'm alone
in the operating room?

Well, I'll be there.

Where are you ?

We had a
somewhat complicated operation this morning.

It's lost in advance here.

[Olivier tap] Martin ?

- It's good, I typed my report.
- OK.

Hey, Nina!

How are you ?

It's fine as long as my husband gets home
before his son can read.

Well yes, I hope so, anyway.

Normally... Normally, it's fine.

Normally
it should be something like that, yeah.

You release it to us
when you get it back, huh?

Ah, well with pleasure.

Good, I kiss you.

- I leave you, ciao.
- [Nina] Hi.

[light music]

Sorry, but you know what
the end of a term is,

it's a page that turns,
it's not easy.

And then I miss you too.

Me too I miss you.

I will call you tomorrow.

- OK?
- [Nina] Hi.

- How are you ?
- It's good and you ?

- How are you from Mali?
- Yeah, absolutely!

- Did you have a good flight?
- Very good.

Ah, cool.

- I'm really glad you're here.
- Yeah, me too, man.

Have you already taken your command?

- After tomorrow.
- OK.

Tomorrow evening, already,
we celebrate the departure of Martin.

The team is quite colourful,
but we work well, that's fine.

Anyway, thank you,
it's thanks to you that I'm here.

No. You're here
because of yourself, Sab.

Me, I become a team leader,

it's to surround myself with the best,
that's all.

Alright, let me explain.

There you have the infirmary.

Behind
it are the military engineering guys.

This is our operations office.

Here is the QHS.

Behind the QHS are the Iraqis.

There, it's... the Americans.

And there is the house. It's 45.

Well, the ops are dense, huh.

But I'm not very worried about you.

You have questions?

- No, no, it's crystal clear.
- OK.

Well, let me introduce you to the team.

Guys ! Move on !

How are you, guys?

Our guardian angel, him. Rimbaud.

Meet Sab, our new sn*per.

- Hi, Rimbaud, medic. Welcome.
- Nice to meet you.

[Olivier] Here, Paco, come and see.
Here is Sab.

She catches a fly on your a*s
a mile away.

- Paco, dronist. Welcome.
- [Olivier] I'll show you the fireplace.

- Hi guys.
- [soldier] Hi

- Yann, Valentin, Edouard... Edou, what.
- Hi.

You see, we cook,
we do briefings.

[Olivier] Spit ?

[Olivier] Spit ?

[Oliver hat]

My roommate.

I present to you Sab, our new TLD.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi. Spit.

- I'm the trapper.
- OK.

Alright, there you go. 45, updated version.

Ah, well Martin, this is Sab.
You won't see each other for long.

Well hello.

- How are you ? Ready to go ?
- Hmm. You are ?

- Sab, TLD.
- OK.

- Welcome to Iraq.
- THANKS.

- I can talk to you ?
- Yes of course.

Spit, will you put on a t-shirt,
please?

[Olivier] Paco, will you show him his room?

Can you explain to me, what the hell is this?
A chick ?

Well, where is the problem?

You bring a girl back to the fight, you?
This is new, right?

Well... so what?

Is it a story of quotas?
I don't understand.

I didn't recruit her
because she's a woman,

but because it is the best.

It's bullshit
to take a woman to Iraq.

Martin, you're leaving in three days.

Calm down. It'll be fine,
I'll take over. Everything's good.

That's your pad.

You'll be with Adèle,
our intelligence officer.

I don't think you will be bothered.

How is she ?

If you like the first of the class
who don't give their answers,

you will find it very nice. You see ?

No, his father was
in the Special Forces.

Commando Hubert, does that speak to you?

The guys who took Krechlin out of Serbia
to take him to court?

Exactly. He was their team leader.

Decorated several times...
It set the bar very high for Adèle.

Well yeah.

- I'll let you settle in.
- Yeah.

- If you need something, we're next door.
- THANKS.

See you later.

[light music]

[suspense music]

- Come in.
- I believe that I have understood.

Oui ?

The DRM has confirmed that it is indeed
Zaïd's daughter and grandson.

- OK.
- I found this in his bag.

We translated them,
they are safe-conducts,

Daesh passes.

So his family is in Mosul.

He is there for them.

All right...

Well done, my commander.

Alright.

Your chief warrant officer is very proud of you.

[a car starts]

Wait, I think there's...

- What ?
- No stop.

- Stop what?
- [Adèle] See you later.

Anytime, when?

Salwa Osman, 29 ans.

Born in Nanterre on February 12, 1987.
Fichée S.

- Because of his father?
- No, because of his posts.

- Security level?
- Eleven.

She's gratinated,
but it's not a public hazard.

She was two years old when Zaïd
left for jihad in Afghanistan.

He leaves home.
She was raised alone by her mother.

At 16, she dropped out of high school
before doing odd jobs:

hostess, waitress, etc.

She remains in contact with Zaïd.

She grew up in the admiration
of a hero father who wrote to her

several times a year.

[woman] In 2005,
she was summoned by the SDAT

who is looking for Zaïd for a series
of actions carried out in Chechnya.

In 2006, she gave birth
to a little boy, named Yanis.

The father abandons him.
She raised him alone, until 2010

where there, she joins Daesh in Iraq.

[woman] She finds a man.
Fares Al Krim.

She marries him.

- He was born in Garches on March 4, 1983.
- [Martin] Is he French?

Yeah. A little scum no doubt.
Finally, a priori, nothing more.

I am awaiting a return from the DGSE on this.

- Have we located them?
- [woman] No, not yet.

Do we know if they are in Mosul?

[woman] There's no indication they're here.

Me, I really believe
that Zaïd is there for them.

How long would it take
to confirm their presence?

Well hard to say.
Days, even weeks.

But Fedpol won't wait until then
to question him, it's now.

Let's go ?

Merci.

[brouhaha]

[laughs]

Four three!

- What's happening to you, my Paco?
- Well then?

Well then?

- [Paco] I'm here for the show.
- [Olivier] It's not piloting.

[brouhaha]

- You had some there?
- Yeah, I had some.

- Keeper good.
- To add up the ones?

Oh dear ! It's... It's serious.

Come on, little moment of seriousness, there.

[silence]

The departure of a group leader
is a difficult moment.

It's a scary moment.

And there, he's just scared,
he's very scared, huh?

[laughs]

I know him very well and he knows
that I have a very good memory.

[soldier] I remember the corporal
for his first mission.

- [Martin] Oh, oh...
- No, but I'm not going to talk about it.

[soldier] There is a duty of reserve.

But OK,

after the trial and error,
let's say, of a corporal,

there were the exploits of a lieutenant,

that must also be said.

But... the ranks, after all...

But above all, what I remember
is that I had...

in front of me, a man, a real one,

with a sense of duty and sacrifice,

along with the biggest
ballbuster I know.

[laughs]

- Nice.
- [soldier] You have to say it.

What I really wanted to tell you...

I was very proud to work with you,

and for your men, it's the same thing.
We will miss you.

Olivier, you're going to replace
a great guy, it's stupid.

I'm under pressure, Colonel.

- It'll be OK.
- [colonel] I know you well.

I don't worry,
you're going to be great.

- Thank you, sir.
- [Martin] Long live 45.

[cheers, whistles]

Merci.

[soldiers] At 45!

- [in English] How is he?
- GOOD.

No water, no sleep,
never hurt anyone.

That's it...

[in Arabic] Open.

- [the door slams]
- [Adèle, in French] Hello, Zaïd.

I am an intelligence officer
in the Special Forces.

My name is Adele.

You and me, we don't have much time.

Me, because I have a lot of work

and you, because of the time,
you've almost run out.

I convinced our Iraqi friends

that you might be
more interesting alive than dead.

You have to prove it to me.

I don't know if you were told,
but the guy who was hiding you was ex*cuted.

I would like to understand one thing.

What is an
Organization Intelligence Officer

was doing there, in the middle of the liberated zone, alone,

in a rotten hideout?

'Cause the trend in your house, up there,

is to go abroad
to hide with bearded men

while the basic fighters

are being massacred in Mosul, right?

Yes, it's not easy for you to speak.

I will help you.

[heavy music]

Do you know what
the good news is, Zaïd?

The good news is that
in all this sh*t, this butchery,

even a guy like you
still kept a bit of humanity.

So, the bare minimum, of course,
but anyway, anyway.

The sense of family.

'Cause you're not here for business
. It's for them.

Your grandson, Yanis, and Salwa, your daughter.

You still blame yourself a little
for having involved them in this sh*t.

Because for them,
the future is not a party.

At best, in two days,
they die under the bombs.

At worst,

as Kurds and Iraqis
know who they are,

they will survive to slowly die
at the bottom of a cell.

So you came to get them.

Alone, in person.

And there, no bowl,

you get caught by the French.

Even if it's sh*t for you,
there may be one last piece of good news.

France.

If you work with us,
we can finish what you came here to do.

Save Salwa and Yanis from Mosul.

That's the deal.

I'm going out for three minutes.

And I'll cross the door only once
to hear your answer.

[heavy music]

[on touch]

[Hamdani, in Arabic] Open.

[the door slams]

[in English] Here we go.

- Who told me that you're going to bring them back?
- [Adele] Nothing.

If you succeed, I want
them to be repatriated to France.

I can only offer you life
and another life for them.

All right.

- I'm going to need a lot more.
- That's to say ?

That is to say more than the word
of a t*rror1st m*therf*cker

so that my bosses mount the operation
and the Iraqis let us go.

- Like what ?
- [Adèle] I don't know, Zaïd.

It's up to you to sell yourself.

[Adèle] Prove that you are credible,
that you are worth it.

- I need time.
- You don't. Salwa and Yanis neither.

The Americans and the Iraqis
are going to b*mb Mosul.

[Adèle] Pray that we find them alive
under the rubble.

[thinking music]

[she knocks]

The Sherif El Alaoui garage!

[suspense music]

[Zaïd] It's in the Aden district.

What they are preparing
should interest you.

I'm listening to you.

[soft music]

[eerie music]

Eleven, here 45.

Forty-five, here, 11. We welcome you.

[Rimbaud] 45,
we have just arrived in position.

[soldier] Here 11, well taken.

[suspense music]

We send you the pictures.

[soldier] Signal received.

[Rimbaud] Forty-five, over.
Paco, go.

[suspense music]

Where is that f*cking entrance?

Go ahead, find us something here.

What are you on here?

Zaïd gave us the coordinates
of a car b*mb workshop.

He says that Daesh has screwed up everywhere
to counter the Iraqi offensive.

[suspense music]

Vehicle approaching, south-southwest.

[Rimbaud] Un pick-up.

- Follow him.
- [Paco] OK, I'm gaining height.

[eerie music]

[Rimbaud] Go, go, go-y, Paco!

[the music intensifies]

Yes.

[suspense music]

OK. First clear piece.

Go ahead, follow up.

I think I have something.

- Yes.
- Yes, damn, she's beautiful.

- I ask myself.
- Go ahead.

[in English] In this garage
in the district of Aden,

they make car bombs.

[in English] Thank you for the information.

I wanted to update you
on one of my missions.

My team is going to exfiltrate a civilian
in the suburbs of Mosul.

- When ?
- Tomorrow morning, at the time of the as*ault.

I don't want anyone in my way.

- It won't be long.
- How long ?

Fifteen or 20 minutes, maximum.

I will inform you of our position.

She's a Frenchwoman,
we need her now.

She is the daughter of Zaïd Osman,
the car b*mb informant.

He'll give us more information
if we bring her back.

I dropped leaflets on Mosul
to warn civilians of our arrival.

- I understand.
- All my forces are mobilized.

We'll strike at dawn, and hard.
You must cancel or postpone.

Fifteen minutes. We go in and we go out.

If you're stuck, I won't back down.

Noted.

[heavy music]

[sigh]

[Olivier] Okay, listen to me.

We're going to pick up your family here.

Away from the checkpoints
that are there and there.

We sit there, we cover the area.
The danger is minimal.

You call your daughter and tell her
this recovery point.

- Al-Intissar?
- Hm.

It's sh*t.
I'm not sending Salwa there.

You do what we say.

We have an as*ault coming up, okay?

This is the best place
to be away from the fights.

This city, I know it,
this place, it's sh*t.

[Adele] Why?

Checkpoints are one thing.

What should be avoided
are the patrols.

[Zaïd] And it's too far from home.

My daughter and my grandson,
I don't let them cross town.

[Adèle] What do you suggest?

I can tell you, but I have to detach myself.

[suspense music]

That's the Al-Huriya bridge.

There's a tunnel with sewers
going from here all the way to the end.

We could get Salwa and Yanis across

from here

and we'll wait for them at the exit here.

Give me your hand.

[tone]

Dad, what's going on?

[in Arabic] Why
didn't you call me yesterday?

- [in French] Where are you?
- I am hide.

I was late because of controls

in the area, but all is well.
And you, where are you?

- [Salwa, in Arabic] We stay with people.
- Where ?

[Salwa, in Arabic] I have never seen them.

Dad... He's gone crazy.

He doesn't want to leave despite the bombs.

He wants Yanis to fight with them.

Don't worry, it'll be fine. It'll be OK.

[in Arabic] If he knows we're talking,
he'll k*ll me.

[in French] Please, dad.
Please come quickly.

Can you leave your house today?

No I can not.

Maybe tomorrow.

He will fight.

I will leave at this time.

All right.

- Listen carefully...
- [Farès] I'm talking to you!

She's calling from Al Korneesh neighborhood
, western neighborhood.

Who owns this house?

No idea.

[vibrator]

[sigh]

It's Yanis.

Yanis, my grandson. Habibi.

Hello, grandfather.

Hey, t'as grandi !

It's been a long time since we've seen each other.

- [Yanis] Where are you, grandfather?
- We'll see each other soon, I promise.

You stay well with your mother, huh?

And you obey him well.

- [Zaïd] Where is mum?
- [Yanis] She's with daddy.

[Zaïd] And you don't tell dad
that I called, okay?

Promis.

- [Farès] Yanis, what are you doing?
- Nothing, Dad.

[Farès] Yanis, come here. Hurry up.

[heavy music]

It's okay, he's gone.

Salwa, listen to me. Listen to me carefully.

At the El Basha-Al Jamhuriya crossroads,
near the Al-Huryia bridge,

there is a courtyard, a vacant lot,
and further on, a small hut.

Behind it is a ladder
that descends into the sewers.

Sewers ?

You follow the tunnel for 100 meters,
you go to the end,

it'll take you out of town.
Someone is waiting for you and Yanis there.

- [in Arabic] Will you be there?
- [in French] No.

- It will be someone you trust.
- [in Arabic] Why not you?

[in French] I can't.

[in Arabic] I want it to be you.

[in French] It's dangerous.

You can recognize me.

[in Arabic] Who is it?

[Zaïd, in French] Her name is Adèle.

Tomorrow morning at 6 a.m.

she will be at the entrance to the sewers
in front of the door.

The shelling will begin
at this time.

Farès will be at the front.

You take Yanis and you come.

[in Arabic] OK, dad. When do we meet ?

[in French] Just after. I promise.

Salwa,

you and will be, hein?

[heavy music]

[in Arabic] My daughter.

[in French] OK, dad.

[she cuts]

The Al-Huriya Bridge.
Salwa and Yanis will borrow it

and walk through the sewers to this point,
outside of Mosul.

Zaïd says there is a door under this bridge,
but I have no vision on that.

Do we know if it's unlocked?

He pretends she is,
but she may have to be forced.

And I will be there

to retrieve them.

How do we ensure your safety?
There will be an ongoing as*ault.

I suggest we go with two vehicles.

Sab in sn*per cover here,

with Paco and me,

you guys here.

The as*ault is going to be launched at 6 am,
so if we go fast, we're good.

Besides,
it's not a priority combat zone.

Or Sab goes with Adele
in close protection?

Hey, no.

Why no ?

This is not the plan given by Zaïd.

- Me, I'm fine.
- No, but Martin is right.

Salwa had a plan with her father,
she had to find him.

He announces to her that it will not be him,
but a woman,

and there, she sees two women disembarking.

She can freak out, huh.

[Adèle] We don't know her reaction,
I prefer to go alone.

Alright.

Give me reports
as soon as the operation is launched.

Good, general.

[General] Martin,
you're postponing your departure by 24 hours.

[Colonel] Fin the letter.

- [Olivier] Paco, you are preparing Brutus for us.
- [Paco] Yeah.

Anything to review, Commander?

No, no, nothing, it's fine.

Thank you, Commander.

[heavy music]

[we knock and open the door]

Why don't we go in the humvee?
It's bigger and it's armored.

No, seriously, this is going to be
our new hideout?

Well I have a new roommate.

Thanks, by the way.

Yes, it's true.

Exactly, I was wondering...

Would that tell you

that on our next perm',
we're both going somewhere?

I don't know where, but far.

Ben...

Aren't we far enough here?

Bah...

[soft music]

[music stops]

[beep]

[suspense music]

His phone has been stuck
in Al Korneesh for ten minutes. No movement.

Here too, still nothing.

[roar of propellers]

It's starting to send the solder.
Soon, it will be sounds and lights.

[Adèle] We are still waiting a bit.

We don't move.

[suspense music]

[beep]

[Adèle] That's it, she's moving.

Eleven, here's 45. We have a follow-up.

Forty-five, here, 11. We welcome you.

We follow her too.

[Adèle] She approaches the entrance.

[sigh]

Damn, why did it disappear?

[Adèle] She must have lost the signal
in the tunnel.

But she knows where to go. She will arrive.

We all join.

[bangs]

[roar of propellers]

There, it is the Al Jamhuriya road.

800 meters ago.

She took it here, Stiklal Street.
She turned.

From here to there, what, 45 meters ago,

and there she went down. Technically,
she's on the other side of the bridge.

Wait, what is that thing?

It must be a condemned part
of the tunnel, but we don't have the plans.

You want me to send Brutus
to check what's up?

Does he go in there?

- Of course he passes.
- Come on.

[bombers whistle]

[heavy music]

Vas-y, grimpe, bordel.

Holy sh*t. wh*re.

- You want to send us in there?
- We fold the case in five minutes.

- Me, I am.
- [Rimbaud] Wait, guys.

There's nothing to tell us
she got inside.

And you, do you want us to go home
without knowing what's inside?

Guys, there are 50 meters to go,
there are seven of us.

There won't be another chance.

Me, I say, try it.

- [Olivier] Eleven, here 45. Speak.
- [beep]

Our.

Here 45. Salwa is not there.
Authorization to enter the sewers.

[soldier] Here 11. Well taken.

Wait. Ended.

[bip]

[heavy music]

Oui.

- [beep]
- 45, here 11. Authorization granted.

[detonation]

Forty-five.

Guys, we're getting ready to go.
Spit in the lead,

Rimbaud you bring up the rear. Come on.

Sab, stay at the car,
on frequency one.

[suspense music]

[Spit] Second tunnel at five meters.

OK. Everyone, double column.

[the music goes low]

[detonation]

[soldier] Here 11. Hurry up,
the shelling is getting closer.

Forty-five. Well taken.

- [soldier] Eleven. Ended.
- No joke.

[detonation]

[suspense music]

[roar of propellers]

[Olivier] Clair.

[Spit] Clair.

Damn, where is this b*tch?

[heavy breathing]

- [Martin] Damn, pomegranate!
- [Olivier] Pomegranate!

[bangs]

Martin.

Contact ! Contact !

[eerie music]

[Martin] Withdraw! Retreat!

[Martin] Man down!

[Martin] Rimbaud !

Passe !

[sh**ting]

How are you ?

[sigh of effort] Look at me.
Look at me.

- [bang]
- Huh?

- Hold on.
- [crash]

Turn around.

It's good ?

Open your eyes, open your eyes.

Are you hurt somewhere?
Look at me, are you okay? How are you ?

OK. Can you get up?

Oui ?

- [disturbing music]
- [sh**ting]

Paco, reply!

f*ck off, f*ck off!

[Martin] Spit ! Flash bang !

[sh**ting]

[Oliver shouts]

wh*re...

- [suspense music]
- [bombing]

- Hang on.
- [Olivier] Rimbaud! Rimbaud!

- Martin !
- [Martin] Rimbaud !

Rimbaud !

[Oliver moans]

- [Olivier] My jam...
- [Spit] It's fine, it's fine.

[the music intensifies]

Okay okay. Look at me.
It's gonna be okay, okay?

Come on, let's extract it, hurry up!

- [Martin] Rimbaud!
- Talk to him. Do not worry.

- [Martin] 45, contact! Contact !
- [Rimbaud] I'll give you a tourniquet.

Stay with me, stay with me,
look at me, look at me.

A Charlie-Alpha, I repeat,
A Charlie-Alpha!

- [Olivier screams in pain]
- [sh**ting]

[Spit] Stay with me, mate.

- Allez !
- [Martin] Go, go, go !

- [Rimbaud] Go, go, go !
- Paco, reply! Reply !

[Martin] Paco, I replied! reply!

[low music]

[bangs]

[bombers whistle]

[Rimbaud] Go ahead, take it easy.

Come on, again.

[Martin] Contact !

[Rimbaud] The doors! The doors !

[Martin] Damn!

Here 45. We return to BOA
with a seriously wounded commando.

Forty-five. Ended.

- [Olivier shouts]
- [Rimbaud] It's going to be fine.

- [Martin] Come on, hold on!
- [Rimbaud] We are on our way.

- [Olivier yells]
- Go ahead, Martin, b*mb!

[action music]

[Rimbaud] Where does he go?

Hold on, everyone!

[Sab] Pass!

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

Look at me. So. That's it.

Holy sh*t, shitty gloves! OK...

Oliver, look at me! So.

[Adele] There you go.

I'm going to give you an IV.
Take this. Still in the air.

Still in the air. OK ? Listen to me.

I'll give you a tourniquet, okay?
I'm going to give you a tourniquet very slowly.

[Rimbaud] I'm looking for a vein,
it will help you.

Don't move, don't move, don't move!
Don't move, buddy.

- [sad music]
- [Rimbaud] Great!

Put your leg, your knee.

You press there. I will clamp it.
All right ? It will sting a bit.

I'm going to spin a little more. Come on !

- [he moans]
- [Adèle shouts]

- It's nothing.
- [Oliver shouts]

It's okay, that's it, that's it.

Hold on. Hold on !

[he gasps]

I'm looking for your artery. All right ?

[she moans]

It's good ?

Wait two seconds.
Wait, wait... Come on.

[he moans in pain]

[Martin] Here 45.

- Arrival times, fifteen minutes.
- [Rimbaud] Press hard.

- [Martin] We are at the level of Charlie Un.
- [Olivier shouts]

We're taking you home. We bring you back!

[sigh] It's good!

[Rimbaud] It's good, I had your luck.
It's very, very good.

[Adele] It will be fine.
It's okay, it's good.

It's clamped, okay?

[rock music]

[roar of propellers]

[low music]

[Martin] So we get out of the mess of pipes
at the second minute.

We are progressing with...

Spit in front.

I'm behind
and Adèle brings up the rear.

On continue la progression.

Adèle checks here,
nothing happens, we continue.

[Martin] We check the opening
from where Salwa was supposed to come.

Spit will check at the end.

There, a frag goes down on our face.
We fall back with Spit here.

[Martin] The commander is hit.
At this point, I pull her back.

Spit remains on the cover here,
Rimbaud arrives quite quickly,

takes Adele and brings her back.
We stay here, in support.

We take the corridor on the left
in the lead with...

Olivier behind, Rimbaud closing.

- Are you here?
- Yeah.

Rimbaud stands
in front of the pile of stones on the left.

[Paco] Olivier recce ahead.

[Martin] OK.

[Spit] Me, I step back and...

I send a deafening sound
to cover our withdrawal.

When I come back later,

Olivier, he's... down.

[low music]

[Rimbaud] There…

I hear you say...

[Martin] I'll call you
when Olivier is on the ground.

Yeah.

[Martin] Olivier is...

on the floor with Spit
who was already there and...

- So I called Rimbaud...
- [noise]

We should never have gone there!

That's all,
we should never have gone there!

[low music]

[Paco] I'm done. Am I waiting for you or not?

Hello ?

I am waiting for you ?

No, go ahead, I'll join you.

[the music intensifies]

[low piano music]