01x05 - Episode 5

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Who are you?

Professor Mazauric.

Berthier is my first assistant.

A German commando unit has broken in!

k*lling everyone.

Mazauric.

They wiped out

most of the scientific team.

-What happened?

-He wasn't human. He k*lled everyone.

The statements confirm it, sir.

We know this soldier is real.

Then he must be eliminated

immediately.

They say there's a demon there.

You know why we're here?

To k*ll your demon.

You're the Sentinels?

What happened to my husband?

Colonel Mirreau put pressure

on the doctor.

Hire me as a journalist.

Armand!

f*ck!

May God be with you.

Will you write to his parents?

Not until the w*r is over.

You know the rule.

You're losing the plot, Etienne.

And you're getting soft.

It's not the first time

you've buried a brother-in-arms.

But with him, it's different.

We say that every time.

Morphine trafficking?

It's old news.

But these are medical students,

working with a countess.

You don't see a dope-dealing countess

every day.

What else have we got?

I've got a young man who's telling

tall tales at a cabaret.

An amputee who bought some

military medals. He's a huge success.

b*stard.

The women adore him.

He autographs postcards

and poses in uniform.

Irène,

can you go with him?

A first-timer never goes alone.

You need a chaperone.

- Can I suggest a story, instead?

- Like what?

Something on fashion?

No. Something on the army.

Nobody's really covering that

at the moment.

All the more reason for us to,

don't you think?

What have you got?

I can't tell you yet.

Hold on. Your first day on the job

and you're already keeping secrets?

Give me 48 hours.

You won't be disappointed.

I'll give you 24.

This time tomorrow, you can tell me.

- General.

- Let's make this quick.

What do we know

about the German super-soldier?

He's very powerful.

More than our Sentinels?

They say his endurance is superhuman.

They also mentioned

mental abilities.

They say he enters his enemies' minds

and controls them.

Is that possible?

On the Atlas project, some

individuals had similar abilities

but they didn't last.

Keep it quiet for now.

The mission failed.

Your critics

will give you both barrels.

And I'm told Captain Bonnefond

is still snooping around.

We need to keep him at bay.

He's started going through

the Ministry's archives.

Could he find anything?

I've removed all the Atlas documents,

but you know the Army.

I'll see what I can do,

but he's got their backing.

As for you,

you'd better prove

I can still trust you, and quickly.

Yes, General.

Baron?

It's Gisèle. We can't find her.

What?

She's packed her bags and left.

Where is she?

Where is she?

She can't just leave like this.

That's not possible!

Where is she?

Go and find her. Find her!

You bunch of parasites!

Not the most beautiful hideout,

but at least it's quiet.

He won't find us here.

Charming.

We leave in two days.

Two days?

You couldn't get tickets any sooner?

No, sorry.

But until then

We celebrate my freedom?

Thank you.

Can you do some kind of ritual?

You must have been a choirboy, right?

I turned my back on religion, sir.

I've forgotten it all.

I don't remember anything, either.

Then we'll have

to make do with alcohol.

To our comrade.

- Armand.

- To Armand.

Here's to you, kid.

I read your report.

Thanks for keeping quiet.

Ferraud won't talk, either.

I'll never forgive myself.

Armand is all alone,

under the ground.

We'll go the same way.

We'll all end up in a hole.

Forgotten.

For the guys at the top,

that's all we are.

A number on a tag.

We agreed to this, sir.

You're good at accepting things,

aren't you, De Clermont?

Keeping your little mouth shut.

I'm going to avenge him.

I'll search every trench.

Every last f*cking German ditch.

I'll go to the darkest depths

of Germany if I have to.

I'll find that soldier of theirs,

and bleed him dry.

Disgusting.

Look me in the eye. I'm telling you.

Not one soldier survived.

And I've seen plenty

of battlefields in my time

I don't like your paper.

Yet you agreed to meet.

How did you find me?

I did some research.

You're the only journalist

to take an interest in Mirreau.

Actually, he took an interest in me.

When I started investigating,

I had an accident.

I was hit by a carriage.

How do you know

Mirreau was involved?

What do you want

to know about him?

What is he hiding?

I didn't get that far.

Can you tell me?

Ten years ago, I reported local news

in the 19th and 20th arrondissements.

One night, this guy was

attacking people on the street.

At random, for no reason.

He had bloodshot eyes

and was k*lling anyone he saw.

It was a m*ssacre.

He was shot dead by police,

and, well, bloodshed in the ghetto

is my kind of thing.

So I started investigating

for an article,

but the body disappeared

from the morgue.

An army officer collected him

before he could be identified.

And that officer was Colonel Mirreau?

Do you know what his role is,

in the army?

I know that he studied medicine,

then he was posted overseas

to various embassies,

but after 1905

there were no further postings.

- Perhaps they let him go.

- No.

I think they hid him away.

A military secret.

The night of the m*ssacre,

did you find any witnesses?

One first-hand, a woman.

A prost*tute who was a heavy drinker,

so my editor

never took her very seriously.

Then, after my accident,

I gave up.

Could you give me the woman's name?

This is a dangerous road

you're taking.

I'm a good little soldier.

I don't know

how to do anything else.

I do what I'm told to do.

Go where I'm told to go.

I think you've drunk enough.

But you?

You must have plans after this.

You must!

With all your engineering degrees?

You'll rebuild the country!

But me? What do I have?

- What?

- Alright.

Time to sleep. Let's go.

You're exhausted.

What are you looking at?

You know what I think, De Clermont?

We're all done for.

They're going to throw us in a hole.

Beheaded by the Devil himself.

I'm telling you, De Clermont.

We're all dead meat!

Let's get you to your bunk,

then we'll see.

I'm here to collect a file.

Please, come in.

Is that the notebook

you found on Gruber?

What I liked about Gruber

was his meticulous nature.

The pleasure he took

in a job well done.

But the problem

with meticulous people is,

they leave traces.

They can't help it.

They do what they say,

but unfortunately for them,

they also say what they do.

All his notes

are carefully written in code.

This encryption technique

is something of a challenge.

There's no denying

those Germans are well trained.

The last page mentions

an equipment delivery.

Materiallieferung.

Connected to the attack on the lab.

Did they steal anything that night?

The night that Mazauric died.

Did any equipment go missing?

Your Dyxenal?

No.

None of our samples went missing.

How strange.

After all, they would have wanted

to know how you make the serum,

wouldn't they?

It's been a while.

I hope the w*r isn't giving you

too much trouble, Commissioner.

What are you drinking?

Nothing. I'm in a hurry.

Just like every time you come here.

Well

all the information that he gave you

when you hired him,

I checked and it's all fake.

There's no Louis Duval

at that address. There never was.

Not in the 11th arrondissement,

or nearby.

- You're sure?

- Certain.

No criminal record, either.

So, Baron,

we're getting hoodwinked by kids,

now?

I have to go.

So, who is this "Louis"?

He comes and works for you,

showing his face here

for three months.

He knows you're no pushover.

So he knew exactly

what he was doing.

And now, the false papers?

That proves it.

This was all carefully planned.

She's walked into a trap. I know it.

Last one?

-We can't stay here. They'll find us.

-I know.

Oh, dear!

Why don't we go and lie down?

Careful.

Wait.

My head is spinning.

Come on.

Easy, now.

I won't be long.

What are you doing?

Louis?

Here.

Water. It'll do you good.

My little man.

You're handsome.

I love you, you know.

And I miss you.

I miss you.

Is that you?

Yeah.

- Sorry. I didn't want to wake you.

- It's alright.

- How did it go?

- Very well.

That's great.

I'll warm up the soup.

No, I'm going out again.

I just need some money for the taxi.

Where are you going?

I'm meeting someone for my article.

- She works in a cafe.

- Where?

In Clignancourt.

Clignancourt?

And you're going alone?

Yes. Don't worry.

Irène?

I know what I'm doing.

Go back to sleep.

Now we're going to Clignancourt.

Yes, ma'am.

- Be careful, ma'am.

- Thank you.

CLIGNANCOUR

NORTHERN PARIS

What?

Looking for business?

There isn't any, it's raining!

You're pretty

but you look like a snitch!

You're just a wh*re!

A wh*re!

Sorry, buddy.

Wow, where did she come from?

Hey, sweetie.

Excuse me.

- I'm looking for Roxane.

- Roxane?

She's right there. The skinny lady.

Roxane? Could I discuss

something with you for moment?

Discuss something?

She wants to discuss something!

It's about what happened near here,

ten years ago.

When something bad happens

I prefer to forget it.

So do I, but some memories

are hard to forget.

You're right. They haunt you.

What do you want to know?

Apparently you saw the k*ller.

Apparently what I saw was impossible.

Nobody believed me.

Even the journalist

who came to see me.

I'm here to listen.

You work for a paper, too?

Looking for something?

From my window,

I saw him tear two guys to pieces.

They were hardly weaklings.

But him

His strength, his speed!

He was like an animal.

Can you describe this man?

Around 40.

Foreign-looking.

Probably a gypsy.

And this whole part here?

Tattoos all over his arm!

Must have been in the Legion.

Why do you think that?

Some of my clients

have the same tattoos

and they're in the Legion.

Evening, beautiful.

Care to dance?

I don't dance. Sorry.

She doesn't dance!

Go on, make her!

Had you seen this man

around here before?

No.

- You don't turn me down, miss.

- Didn't you hear her?

Thank you.

- You're not leaving?

- I have to go home.

Don't you like me?

- Don't act shy.

- Let go!

- Come on!

- Excuse me. She doesn't dance.

- Who are you?

- Get lost.

I said, get lost.

Thank you.

Wait.

Can I buy you a drink

to say thank you?

Where were you wounded?

I mean, which region?

Near Strasbourg.

At least that's all behind you, now.

Wait!

- There. Look.

- Here he is!

We meet again.

Remember me?

He remembers!

Stay there.

Not so clever now, huh?

You heard him. Stay there.

Look at me when I'm talking.

You think you're clever?

Get him up.

Come here, you.

Alright. Let's see your ugly face.

There!

Gabriel

k*ll them.

Get that son of a

Get him!

Please!

Wait

What are you doing?

Thank you for coming so quickly.

I have news for you, both good

and bad.

I'm listening.

I had to exhume Mazauric's body.

I'm sorry, but I had no choice.

It's the wrong body.

Excuse me?

This is not Professor

Mazauric's body.

After analyzing his teeth,

I believe it's actually a vagrant

picked up from the streets of Paris.

Which leads me to conclude

that Mazauric is alive.

He's alive?

The Germans came here for him.

If Mazauric is with them,

their program will develop

much more quickly.

A whole army of super-soldiers

will descend on the frontline.

They'll annihilate our army

in a matter of days.