Les Brigades du Tigre

1 July 1911. The Agadir crisis.

The sending of a German warship before the Moroccan port

takes on the appearance of a spectacular challenge to the

French claims on the Sherifian domain,

making the specter of war even more palpable.

The imminence of an international catastrophe haunts the world.

An unprecedented war psychosis agitates minds,

causing a wind of madness.

Two currents manifest themselves.

One clearly bellicose, the other of mystical inspiration,

which denounces human madness.

Certain fanatics, grouped in more or less fanciful organizations,

go as far as attacking technical and scientific progress,

accusing it of leading the world to its downfall.

Mr. Clémenceau, your cops have become incognito brains.

They have left their bicycles, their horses.

And meanwhile, certain novels tell us how.

To carry out a heist calmly to pass the time.

I would like to see them there.

In our place, so as not to get twenty years for it.

By brazenly defying, as you do, his supreme law,

you have drawn upon yourself the wrath

for God is also wrath

and he cries for vengeance.

His finger has rested upon you

and has designated the hour of punishment to strike.

His lightning will strike and annihilate your guilty industry.

Unless you immediately cease your malevolent activities.

Unless you immediately cease your malevolent activities. Signed:

The Companions of the Apocalypse.

This is what Mr. Bovillier has just received.

Mr. Bovillier, director of the explosives factory l'Appli.

Modern, works exclusively for national defense.

I know, Colonel, I know.

Have the ministers remained insensitive to this threat?

Perhaps it is appropriate, you know, not to exaggerate

the importance of this kind of elements.

Sir, one cannot

take lightly anything that concerns the defense of the homeland.

The minister keeps you to quickly lead the necessary investigation.

I leave you with Mr. Bovillier.

My respects, Colonel.

Good day Mr. Valentin.

Hello Michel.

Tell me, the Companions of the Apocalypse, does that mean anything to you?

Yes, why? Do you want to join? - Please.

One had to take this kind of ramblings seriously.

What exactly do you have on them?

Ah, my little old maid is more or less hysterical, visionary, moralizing.

A movement of American origin, I believe.

The French branch is hardly better.

No, a bunch of agitators, totally harmless, believe me.

That's what you say. Meanwhile, conduct an investigation on those fellows.

No, frankly, it is a mistake to take these people seriously.

Sir, one cannot take lightly anything

that concerns the defense of the homeland.

Why? - Your Companion of the Apocalypse.

The Beaubier factory has blown up: not a wall remains standing.

A bunch of hysterical old maids and

visionaries, harmless fanatics, bravo.

Bravo, once again bravo, come, come with me, Valentin.

And the angel descended upon the earth.

And the earth was illuminated by his glory.

And the voice of the angel was heard

She has fallen, she has fallen, Babylon the Great.

She has become a dwelling of demons.

A haunt of every unclean spirit.

She has made all nations drink of the wine of the fury of her impurity.

Woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth.

Salvation, power and glory belong to our God.

For he has judged the great prostitute who corrupted the earth.

And he has avenged the blood of his servants.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

Excuse me, sir.

Can you tell me where I could find a

certain Jean Blaise, a sort of priest?

It's the small door on the right.

What do you want?

I would like to see the head of your organization.

You mean our master Dominus?

I mean a certain Jean Blaise.

Dominus. - May I see him?

Who is asking?

Commissioner Valentin.

Our master is saying his mass. If you wish to wait.

If you wish, wait.

That is that gentleman there.

Wait just a moment, please.

I am told, sir, that you wish to speak to me?

It seems important to me.

Please, follow me.

Just another moment.

Mildred, sir is a police commissioner.

Miss. - Sir.

Mr. Rassafard is the daughter of the founder of our movement.

The venerable Cornelius Rassafard.

The venerable Rassafard has given us the honor

of delegating her to us for a time.

So that we may be imbued with his thought.

Please, commissioner, take a seat.

What can I do for you ?

Are you aware of this letter ?

I know it, indeed ; it comes from our secretariat.

It turns out that the factory of Mr. Beaubillier, recipient of this letter...

Blew up two hours ago.

If you want to insinuate that we could be at

the origin of this manifestation of divine anger,

You are mistaken.

Ah yes, and the threat is clear in this letter.

It is not we who threaten.

But God.

We are only his interpreters.

As an interpreter, one of you could have had the idea to place a bomb.

What do you think we are, nihilists ?

Believe me, commissioner.

God does not need our arm to strike as he sees fit.

And where he sees fit.

Be that as it may, pending the continuation of the investigation,

I ask you not to leave the city and to remain at the disposal of the police.

What are your orders, master ?

How do you want to search for traces

of explosives in a factory that manufactures them ?

Basically, it could also be an accident.

An accident ? Well, that is it, an accident.

We will let you explain that to Colonel Vallière de Saint-Pré.

Listen, I questioned the different members of the sect

and I do not have the impression that...

Here, sir, we do not work with impressions.

I must be precise.

Come on, gentlemen.

To work.

So I am really the only one who does everything here.

After the destruction of an explosives factory,

an oil refinery is in flames. Thank you, sir.

Is it a new wave of terrorism ?

Read Le Gaulois.

Le Gaulois.

Read Le Gaulois.

The crimes continue.

The attacks continue.

Read Le Gaulois.

Read Le Témoignage.

Thank you, sir. Read the testimony of the police secretary.

Read the testimony of a factory that survived the fire.

Read Le Gaulois, ladies and gentlemen. Le Gaulois.

Before this attack,

remember whether your factory did not receive any warning letter ?

A warning letter, you say ?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, it is true, now that I think about it.

It must be about fifteen days ago.

A gibberish so absurd that I threw it away,

without even forwarding it to Mr. Desjardins.

Do you remember who the signatory was ?

That...

In any case a strange name.

Would it not by chance be the Companions of the Apocalypse ?

Yes.

Yes, that is indeed it.

I have a few words to say to your boss.

What is it about ?

I am sorry, but it is impossible to disturb him at the moment, two minutes.

You will have to go get him. - I repeat: it is impossible.

He is in meditation, it is forbidden.

What are you doing ? You do not have the right.

Why ? You, leave, it is taken.

These gentlemen.

We wanted to speak with Jean Blaise.

Well then, sir, follow me.

Wait for me there, both of you.

This time you will not get away with

quotations and protests of innocence.

What do they want from me now ?

One coincidence, fine, but two is a bit much.

I assure you that I do not understand.

This factory that has just burned down : they had received a threatening letter from you.

No, not a threat, but a warning against divine anger.

It nevertheless burned.

You will admit that it is difficult not to see a cause and effect link.

I repeat that we have nothing to do with it.

I do not believe in the miracle, Mr. Blaise.

Especially not in the miracle that manifests itself with bombs.

You do not suppose that Dominique...

I suppose nothing, miss.

If it is not him, one of your must...

But that is stupid !

Who in your sect is aware of these letters ?

Mr. commissioner, everything we do at home is decided jointly.

In that case I ask you to provide me, on the one hand, the list of all your members,

on the other hand, the list of the companies to which

you sent these famous letters.

I forbid you, do you hear ?

I forbid you, in the name of my father, to deliver any list whatsoever.

I believe in France, a democracy.

At our place, in America, it is the police who must prove, not the accused.

If you do not want to provide me these lists willingly,

I have here a search warrant

that will allow me to find them.

I am sorry, but you will find nothing.