The Sentinels (Les Sentinelles)

Who are you?

Professor Mazauric. Berthier is my first assistant.

A German commando unit has broken in!

Killing everyone.

Mazauric.

They wiped out most of the scientific team.

-What happened? -He wasn't human. He killed 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 kill your demon.

You're the Sentinels?

What happened to my husband?

Colonel Mirreau put pressure on the doctor.

Hire me as a journalist.

Armand!

Fuck!

May God be with you.

Will you write to his parents?

Not until the war 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.

Bastard.

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 fucking 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 killing anyone he saw.

It was a massacre.

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 massacre, did you find any witnesses?

One first-hand, a woman.

A prostitute 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?