The Bureau (Le Bureau des légendes)

So? How did it go?

Terrific.

Don't want to talk about it?

Sure, I'll talk about it.

When did it happen?

This morning.

How did she take it?

How do you think?

And you?

Loved it.

Are you OK?

I'm leaving.

Where?

Jordan.

What for?

I accepted a job at the French school in Amman.

For how long?

It's a replacement, I don't know.

Are you telling me you're leaving, or something else?

Both.

What strategy did you use, in the end?

The worst. The one with no strategy.

Both pathetic and lame. Where we just stop.

What did you say?

The worst thing in the world.

That I didn't know why I was in Damascus any more,

that I couldn't cope with my divorce,

that I couldn't stand getting old, being a teacher,

and that I missed my daughter.

That I had to leave and leave alone.

What did she say?

What could she say?

She insulted me.

It had to happen.

She cried a bit.

I knew you wouldn't stay forever in Syria, especially now.

The usual break-up scene, but a bit more brutal.

It didn't bother me.

It even suited me because of Marwan.

She yelled at me.

Are you sad?

I'm sad too.

It was good.

Very good.

It's good you're telling me now.

I wouldn't have liked to know in advance.

She wanted to throw her bag in my face, but refrained.

She left.

Slamming the door?

Slamming the door.

It's time I leave the country.

You don't have a choice.

No.

I'm off. OK, see you soon.

See you soon.

4 months later.

Go with them, I'll follow you.

Hi, they call me Granpa. Hi.

I'm Gramma. Nice to meet you.

The Mule is behind us.

What's the plan?

We're going to your place via the buffer zone.

The one at Etoile? No, Op駻a.

From now on, you always go via a buffer zone. OK?

Whatever your destination, go via a buffer zone.

If you're going via Mortier Blvd,

change your transport method as well.

OK?

If you're on foot, you take a car and vice-versa.

OK.

Welcome, Malotru.

Another half hour.

Just enough time to blink.

Look at that!

Stop!

Stop!

Licence and registration.

What was that?

Come with me.

Move it!

Take him away.

That's enough.

He was driving at a snail's pace, apparently.

He was completely drunk.

He told the cops he was going slow to avoid an accident.

They took him to the station.

This is where he was stopped.

In Belouizdad.

In downtown Algiers, near the Sofitel.

This was the route based on the cell towers used.

He followed this itinerary.

This is the Belouizdad police station.

Since then?

Since, he hasn't moved.

We check every 15 minutes.

Cyclone is still inside.

Our team is at the entrance. Was Cyclone really drunk?

Yeah.

There were witnesses.

Was he a devout Muslim?

Yes.

Let's send someone to check what state he's in.

Good, and let me know once he's out.

Tell me...

Did you train him to be interrogated under the influence?

Can I have the recordings to see how he got on?

Did he do all right?

Yeah.

I'll find them for you.

Do you need something?

No, no, I'm fine.

It just arrived.

It's top-notch.

I tried it at HQ, it cost an arm.

I bet. No more back pain with this.

Want help unwrapping it?

No thanks. Later.

If I missed something once, I won't miss it twice.

Where's Mr Jacques?

He got transferred.

An offer he couldn't refuse.

A promotion.

So I gathered.

He informed me.

I'll be your new handler.

My name is Raymond Sisteron.

Sisteron?

OK...

You've been...

Yes, I studied the files in detail.

If you're OK, let's start with Colonel Bazire.

OK.

What's this?

Ch穰eau Girard 2005.

A Pauillac, a very good wine.

You want me to drink it?

You want something else?

Beer or vodka?

You know I can't drink, it's against my religion.

You can make an exception.

We must know you can keep your cover under the influence.

Sorry, that's impossible.

Rachid, you must drink.

No point arguing, it's protocol.

But you're sending me to Algiers because I'm Muslim.

We can't let you go unless we know you can keep your cover

when you lose control.

I've never drunk alcohol and never will.

If I'm forced to drink, then I must be in danger,

meaning that my cover is blown.

If I'm forced to drink in Algeria,

that means it's too late.

You're really stubborn.

FRENCH HIGH SCHOOL IN DAMAS

BLOOD GROUP CARD

FRENCH REPUBLIC

I want to see my daughter.

Paul,

it wasn't easy.

It wasn't rational.

It wasn't moral.

It had no future.

But I'll cherish these moments for the rest of my days.

Hello, Colonel.

Hello, Henri.

How are you? Fine, you wanted to see me?

I hear something happened in Algiers.

Really?

Something's happening?

Nothing special. At least...

Nothing special? No.

Good.

The one place where nothing should happen is Algiers.

If something's really happening, I'd tell you right away.

Excellent.

It's Henri Duflot. Do you have the interrogation files?

Yes, but we can't read the files.

What?

What's going on?

The file's corrupted.

No backups?

Yes, but it's the same.

The problem is the recording.

That's ridiculous...

It wasn't flagged?

I never needed to see them until now.

My predecessor didn't ask for them?

No, he trusted me.

Right.

OK, thanks.

It's nice.

Whose flat is it? A painter

who's retired and rents me his flat.

It's great. Is this where you'll live?

Until I find something else.

Just two rooms? Yes.

OK.

You got too much!

I wasn't sure how you eat.

Or that you drink wine.