02x02 - Episode 2

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Martin!

Martin!

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

You've had to change it for an hour.

- I'll dry off and do it.
- No, it's done.

I breastfeed him, I change him, I take care of him.
There's nothing to worry about.

Simply, why did you come?

Careful.

Hello, my love.

I'm going to sleep, okay?

It's Martin.

- Just in time, we were going to call you.
- How are you, boss?

I'm fine, how are you?

Look who we're with.

Oh...

How's she doing?

Better, she's better.

But then, she hasn't said a word.

She's mute.

Can you put her on, please?

Yeah, hold on.

It's Martin.

You remember Martin?

Je vais venir te voir.

I'm coming to see you.

OK?

Thank you, my darling.

This vacation
at army expense going well?

Yeah. You bet.

- How about you? How's the exchange going?
- Don't worry about it.

I sent you to Crete
to get you out of Iraq.

Your family needs you.
So you do the right thing.

You relax and enjoy it.

Do you guys agree?

They agree with me.

A week goes by very quickly.

See you soon.

Ciao.

The hardest part of this business isn't
getting married, it's staying married.

- Hey!
- No!

Moktar,
CIA informants in Erbil...

Did you get the American to talk?

There's nothing more to get out of him,
but this is solid.

We're going to organize a public execution
to avenge Verdier.

I've got some news too.

Your son-in-law, Farès,

he didn't desert.
He was attacked in his house.

- By the fedpol?
- No.

The fedpol, they don't hide.

Nobody saw them there.
The neighbors just heard

the bangs.

Is it the Americans?

The French.

Tipped off by a traitor.

Someone close to Farès, apparently.

Wait, wait.

Who gave you this information?

A guy who survived the attack
contacted me this morning.

Did he give you his name?

No.

It's so big
he wouldn't say anything over the phone.

He knows I'm the head of the Amniyat.
He's coming to tell me in person.

Be careful.

Maybe it's a Kurdish trap, right?

Don't worry.

We'll be careful...

Did he mention my daughter?

No.

He just said something about a traitor.

C'est Zaïd.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Listen to me, it's important.

When you went to Farès,
you didn't get rid of them all.

There's one survivor.

He's going to denounce me
as a traitor to the Amniyat.

You're on the spot.

- You eliminate him, period.
- I don't know who he is.

Or where he is.

I just know he's coming to Mosul
to talk to the head of the Amniyat.

And if he talks, the military is f*cked.

You hear me?

To save your skin,
make the exchange right now.

You free the hostage,
you get your daughter and grandson back.

- And you leave Iraq.
- Agreed.

I want proof that this guy is dead.
Then we make the exchange.

I'll see what I can do.
I'll call you back.

Can we talk?

What's gotten into you?

You're committing yourself to Zaïd
without consulting me?

- I could fire you right now.
- Oh, yeah?

Fire me? Because I didn't
piss off the kidnapper?

You're not to make any decisions
or initiative without the approval of the DGSE.

Is that clear?

Don't you think there's something more urgent
than respecting your protocol?

A witness saw Zaïd capture Sab.

If he gets to Mosul,
they'll t*rture Zaïd and he'll hand Sab over.

- Do you understand that?
- What if it's a trap?

What right do we have to ask our men
to throw themselves into the jaws of Daesh?

Do you think Martin
wants to die for nothing?

It's over.

We're not going to do anything
because Zaïd is in danger.

We can try to neutralize the guy
before he talks to Moktar.

In less than 24 hours, is that possible?

It's worth a try.

Call Zaïd back.
Tell him we'll take care of his guy.

There you go.

See you whenever.

Kev, is everything all right?

Val, yeah. Did I make you run?

No, it's my fault.
The phone was in the bedroom.

- Hmm.
- Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Is the weather nice?

Yeah, very.

I've got plenty of work in the garden.

Kev? Wait, I can't hear you now.

Kev, I don't know if this is your place,
but you're breaking up.

Kev?

Ah.

Someone help you?

No, why?

No, nothing.

I've got lots of stuff to do.
I can't stay. OKAY?

Yeah, I understand.

Kisses.

Kisses.

Hello, Salwa.

We have a problem.

One of Fares' men wants to turn in
your father to the Amniyat.

If this man says you're being treated here,
that your son is with you,

and that your father is negotiating
to get you back...

Zaïd is dead.

- Who's going to rat him out?
- We don't know, that's just it.

We're counting on you to identify him.

These are photos of Farès' men
k*lled when he was arrested.

If one is missing,
it'll be the one who survived

and wants to rat out your father.

I don't see Fares' cousin.

He was probably there
when you arrived.

He lived with us.

What's his name?

Rachid Laouri.

Rachid Laouri.

Thank you.

We risk
to make the exchange earlier than planned.

The other groups won't have time
to be briefed. The 45 will take care of it.

When do we talk? Before I get home?

Don't worry, Kevlar will be group leader.

Colonel, you can't do this to me.

I can't disconnect here,
I've got nothing to do.

Me too, I'm all about Sab.

Listen, we'll figure it out when the time comes.

- Enjoy.
- Damn.

Are you in love with her?

What?

Sab.

- Sab, do you love her?
- No.

- I need to know.
- It's not that at all.

It's not that.

I told you I didn't want
a woman in the band.

What can happen to a woman,
is worse than for a man.

It's as if I didn't know how to protect her.

Do you understand?
I can't abandon her to Daesh.

f*ck, honey, I'm the one screwing up.

I'm the one screwing up.

I'm asking you to be a normal husband,

but you can't have a normal life,
it's impossible.

I know you want to, you're trying,
but it's not possible.

You can't be with me right now.

If I want to find you, I have to...

You have to go back to Iraq
and free Sab.

- I'm sorry.

Don't cry.

This is Rachid Laouri,
a Franco-Algerian, cousin of Farès.

His number was
during the attack on Farès' house.

We've tapped his phone.

For the moment, he's turned off his mobile.

He's careful.

Especially if he's about to rat out Zaïd.
But I'm not worried.

These guys can't help
from communicating with each other.

He'll turn his cell phone back on
and we'll locate him.

Last point.

We must be able to make the exchange
as soon as Laouri is neutralized.

I must advise
of operations.

They'll want to take over.

The special forces
know the terrain better.

I know... but operations management

is susceptible right now.

They think that the intelligence
takes too much of the limelight.

I don't get it.

Long story short,

I'm going to leave the hostage release
to the action department to calm them down.

OK.

- We'll be in touch.
- Yeah.

Jonas, can you post the points for me,
please.

Thanks.

The red dot,
is Rachid Laouri's cell phone.

Fortunately, we're dealing
a young man on the run.

He often turns it back on,

in any case, every time he stops,
the DGSE has established POIs.

Point of interest.

Since this morning, there have been several.
So, is he on a tour?

Does he want to escape pursuers,
like Zaïd's men, for example?

I can't send a group
to all these POIs.

I need a more precise
to intervene.

Hello?

So, do you know who this is?

Rachid Laouri,

does that mean anything to you?

He's Farès's cousin.

Do you know where he is?

Not yet, no.

- Don't you have any idea?
- No.

Find out, then call me back.

He's under pressure,
He's making more demands.

I wanted to tell you...

maybe it's the action department
who will intervene in the exchange,

not the Special Forces.

That's not true!
Instead of preparing the exchange,

they're holding their noses
about who should go and who shouldn't.

I'd advise against intervening,
Colonel.

You'd alienate the entire DGSE.

Thank you very much.

But I couldn't care less.

This is a very serious threat
from the DGSE, General.

We recruit sources.
We have information channels everywhere,

a perfect understanding
with the Kurdish services, with the ICTS.

We're well established,

so it makes people jealous.

You think the Service
covets your network...

If they take Sab's release away from us,

we'll be forced to hand over
our database to the DGSE.

And then what do we do? What do we become?

We become the DGSE's service providers?

We might as well close up store
and go back to France, mon général.

I share your analysis, Roques,
but it's a political decision.

If we want to show what we're capable of,
it's now or never.

I'll see what I can do
and get back to you.

- Thank you, General.

Come in!

Can we talk for two minutes?

Of course.

It's not coming from me.

The Service doesn't have a clear picture
of your capabilities here.

They don't realize that they're going to
disorganize a system that works...

pretty well.

Compared to the hostage, it's a risk.

All you have to do is tell them.

You don't have to
to keep your mouth shut?

Woman 2] I'm sorry.
I think we're going to stop the sessions.

Why do you say that?

Because we're wasting our time, you and I.

Perhaps a more experienced
therapist

could work with you,
but I can't.

No, I want you.

But you won't tell me
what you do for a living.

You don't tell me where you live,
with whom, how.

Your payments are anonymous.

And don't tell me
that Spit is your real name.

Are you in prison
and you don't dare say it?

That's where I am.

On a military base.

I'm an operator,
expl*sives specialist.

I've come here to talk to you,
because in my room, I'm not alone.

I do the most beautiful job in the world.

I love my comrades.

But...

w*r...

death...

I think it's starting to affect me.

So if I can't talk to you...

I'm going to implode.

Do you understand?

There you are! Are you coming to eat?

Yes, I'm coming.

Hurry up.

I'll see you on Tuesday.

Thank you very much.

If I can't make it, will you be able to

reschedule me?

Of course.

- See you on Tuesday.
- See you Tuesday.

- Your fingers in my plate!

What's he going to do there?

- He's adding salt.
- Come on!

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine, and you?

- Bon appétit.
- Thank you.

- Would you like to sit down?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- Would you like something to drink?
- I wouldn't mind some water.

- Thank you.
- Is the new guy getting on your nerves?

- Oh là là, a little, yes.
- Here you go.

- Thank you, that's kind of you.
- My pleasure.

Anytime,
I'll exchange your new one for mine.

- We'll let you have it whenever you like.
- Excuse me.

You're welcome to come.

There's someone I want you to meet.

- Now?
- Yes.

What are you doing here?

- I came back.
- Is she okay, Nina?

- Yeah, everything's fine.
- See you later.

- Oh!
- Well?

- How are you?
- Already?

Eh yeah.

- How did you do it?
- Do what?

- Did you sneak out?
- Nina gave me my exit slip.

What's up, my Spit?

- Hop, it's for me.
- Bah, of course.

Sorry, but I've got to
to introduce you to a friend.

Do you have a friend?

Well, yes.

Why, are you surprised?

Me too, I have my sources.

Forty-five years old,
single, no children.

You're good, but you've got a lot on your plate.
Above all, you're not well thought of in Paris.

Not bad for a little J2.

Condescending, misogynistic remark.

Typical of a guy
who has a big relationship problem.

Shall I continue or stop?

Sorry to disappoint you,
but we're really going to see a friend.

Xavier!

Meet Adèle, my J2.

- Commandant Brockner.
- I've heard of you.

Service action.

- Good.

As I was saying,
it's about Corporal Besson.

I ran into Sab in Mali, a great girl.
If we're told to go, we go.

Voilà.
We just need logistical support.

Not that you'll be on the front line.

Now, I know it's not kosher.

But you have to accept.

For the time being,
I haven't heard anything from my superiors.

That's normal, they're
in discussion with mine.

I suggest we take this opportunity
to divide up the roles

as we see fit.

We'll say that, given the urgency,
we had no choice.

Hold on.
You're going to do it like tomorrow?

We've agreed on a protocol
with the kidnapper.

If we bring Sab back, we'll be forgiven everything.

What if it goes wrong?

I've got your back.

Well, make the exchange to Gazna.

The area was cleared by the Iraqis
two weeks ago.

And we know it well.
We'll be back-up.

So?

Do I have a friend or do I not have a friend?

Well... It's more
a professional relationship than a friend.

Huh?

That's the first time
I've seen you smile.

- So aggressive, usually.
- Because I'm the aggressive one.

Well, yeah.
You look like you can't stand me.

You're perceptive.

Was it serious, then?

With Olivier.

Yeah?

Call from Rachid Laouri for Moktar Masry.

- I'll connect you.
- Yes, go ahead.

It's Rachid.

He's changing the appointment.

Bakri, do you know where it is?

No... But I'll find out.

Right.... There, I do this...

There...

According to Adele, Bakri could be
one of these three POIs, here.

What if we race Moktar?

Can we even locate him?

We've got his cell phone.
Well, one of his cell phones.

The one he uses

to communicate with Rachid.

For now, he's bound for Mosul.

We just have to get there before Moktar.

So... Rachid's
Rachid's cell phone landed here.

Bakri has been identified as POI 3.

If you leave right away,
there's a chance of bringing him back alive.

If not?

If not, what matters is that Rachid doesn't
doesn't rat Zaïd out to Moktar.

Here we go.

Le gars dont je t'ai parlé
can't come to Mosul.

We'll go and see him.

Your phone.

Go on, get in.

f*ck.

Zaïd is with Moktar.

Moktar suspects something?

I hope not.



Zaïd is with Moktar.

We don't know if Moktar
suspects anything.

But that doesn't change the original plan.
You have to get there before they do.

OK, well done.

Eleven out.

Guys, if we're going to treat the guy,
it has to look natural.

Moktar must have no idea
that he's been eliminated.

Well taken.

Come on.

It's stupid, isn't it?

Bon,
we've got good news.

We just got a live feed from Zaïd.

He's returned to Mosul.

He agrees to make the exchange
where we want, when we want.

Oh.

Operation Saphir is
officially launched.

- When is it due?
- Tonight.

We're operational, aren't we?

- I'll show you what's planned.
- Come on.

So...

The defined area is 34 km

south of Mosul,

on the edge of the Nineveh plain.

Passable road, open environment.

We have information
about jihadist groups in the area?

Yeah. Elements
have been spotted in Bab-el-Nour.

- Sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Pardon. Yeah?

As I was saying, Bab-el-Nour,
it's 22 km away.

What if we need backup?

There's a joint
fedpol-ICTS operation going on

south of Mosul, 35 km
from our point of contact with Zaïd.

In a non-conforming case,

the Iraqis could intervene
within an hour.

- Should I ask the Americans for a drone?
- No need.

I saw that with the guy at 56,
we'll have a surveillance drone.

- How do you feel about it?

Well, good. We've still got a couple of things
to see, but we'll be ready.

- I'm waiting for your backbrief.
- Very good, sir.

- Gentlemen.
- Thank you.

- Shall we take Tyson?
- No, that won't be necessary.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

What's going on?

Where are we going?

Into the car. Come on.

- Come on.

Ah. Martin!

Martin.

I want to see my daughter.

Say hello to your father.

Hi, Dad.

Now I want to see Sab.

You see, I only have one word.

OK, let's go.

What's that?

Oh!

What's that?

Where are we going, Mom?

We're going to see Grandpa.

Don't worry.

Hey.

Oh.

Take the GPS points
parachutes.

It's okay, it's already done.

That's it.
Paco, give me the bags.

Kevlar, here, Martin.

We'll be in the area in 40 minutes.

Kevlar.

Kevlar for Martin.

Radio control. Speak.

Kevlar here, loud and clear.

Martin.

Get into position, it's coming.

The vehicle
is heading for your position.

Well taken, it must be Sab.

Four pax.

Zaïd, front passenger.
One hooded person in the back.

Zaïd has just passed in front of the SA.

He seems to respect the deal.
There's only one car.

And she's in it?

OK.

He's coming into the area.

He's got something in his left hand.

Careful, he's got something
in his left hand.

We need to be more specific.

It's potentially a trigger.

OK, got it.

Make sure it's her.

I want to see it.

First my daughter and my grandson.

She's had a belt of f*cking explosions.

f*ck.

He's gonna blow her up and us with her
as soon as he gets his daughter.

We're calling it off. I repeat, we're calling it off.

- What's going on?
- He wants us to pick up.

- No.
- Pierre, we're not moving.

You hear me? We're staying right here.

Forty-five, we're continuing the mission.
I repeat, we're continuing.

Well taken.

I protect us.

You, protecting us?

Zaïd,

have you gone mad?

Take the expl*sive belt off her.

She's my life insurance.

By the time I pull the plug,
I'll be long gone.

I know you posted sn*pers
to sh**t me.

But I'm not the only one
with a remote control.

If I die, she jumps.

Nobody's going to k*ll anybody.

I'm sending Yanis to you.

Now,
I can send you Salwa.

But first,

you remove her belt.

No, I can't, otherwise I'm dead.

I'm going with her.

Come with me.

In position.

Green for me.

Red.

Repeat, red.

Oh, what the hell?

This is 45. Eleven, this is 45.

- Repeat.
- Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

I repeat, do not fire!

f*ck! What the
this piece-of-sh*t chopper?

Bijou, vert.

Red, repeat, red.