The Sentinels (Les Sentinelles)

Why am I here?

We can save your leg.

Your abilities will be unimaginably greater.

- Then what? - Join the Sentinels, our elite unit.

- I want to see my family. - Your wife thinks you're dead.

Your husband did not survive.

I supervise the Sentinels.

This is Sergeant Djibouti.

You're a rookie. What I say goes.

Our next mission? You're in at the deep end.

They're exfiltrating the leader that attacked the lab, Franz Gruber.

Find his source.

You said the operation would be discreet.

You supply the information. We use it as we see fit.

Ferraud's blood is fixing to the Dyxenal.

- That's great news. - It's an anomaly.

They are afraid.

That's why they crowd together

like vermin.

They are already dead, they just don't know it.

Smile, gentlemen!

That's it! Your families will be so proud when they see you.

Defending France! The pride of France!

Take cover!

De Clermont,

what does this say?

THE SENTINELS

Is he awake?

Not yet.

I told you, he needs to recover.

I want to be the first to speak to him.

Keep me posted.

But Captain Bonnefond has already asked...

Forget Bonnefond.

If anyone speaks to him before I do, I'll transfer you to the front line.

Is that clear?

SENTINELS CAMP PICARDY

Sergeant.

- I'll wait inside. - I won't be long.

Fifteen over ten.

That's not good, Sergeant.

You should take a cardiac stress test.

Don't worry about me.

I'm not sleeping much, that's all.

I don't think lack of sleep is the problem.

I'm fine.

I assure you.

Not according to the results.

Dyxenal takes a heavy toll on the cardiac muscle.

Eventually, it grows weak.

Have you found yourself short of breath recently?

Don't lie. I know what I'm talking about.

Doctor, I may not be as strong as I used to be

but I can still be useful.

This war isn't over yet.

So let me do what I do best.

You can get dressed.

Thank you, Doctor.

Your turn, Ferraud.

Is there a problem?

You tell me.

You were out of control at that aerodrome.

Can I go?

If you had killed him, you would have ruined everything.

I didn't kill him.

Armand, can you take a look at this article?

Well?

Fit for duty. As for Ferraud...

Physically, you're fine.

But I heard about what happened. Care to explain?

I hear voices.

I see things, too.

That aren't there.

It's your fucking serum.

- It doesn't cause hallucinations. - Yes, it does.

There may be other factors.

Such as?

I've done some research

into your family history.

Your father.

You were 7, weren't you, when they took you away?

I never saw him again.

I'm guessing he's dead.

Good.

Was he violent with you?

He beat my mother to death.

That's not in your file, is it?

Were you present?

You must be harboring a lot of anger. If you lose control...

What are you saying?

That I'm becoming like him?

THE DAMNED PARIS SUBURBS

Salomon says Louis is gone.

He's moved on.

Did you fire him? Is that it?

Because he liked me?

He was always late. I didn't like how he spoke to people.

- Or how he looked at me. - That's for sure.

- It didn't work out. - What's your game?

As soon as I like a boy, you throw him out?

I won't let anyone hurt you.

- This is your home. I can protect you. - No.

You're scared that I'll leave and you'll go bust.

You want to make all my decisions?

Then marry me off to Salomon.

That would help.

Did you check his insulin?

Yes, but I didn't find anything.

I checked all Ferraud's results. Still nothing.

I'll look into different myosins.

We've already tried that.

Young lady.

Colonel.

So, how are our Sentinels?

The Sergeant's health is deteriorating.

Djibouti is tougher than you think.

And Ferraud?

He's at 1.10.

The Dyxenal seems to build up in his body with every dose.

- And his vital signs? - Excellent.

Good.

Anything else?

He's having visions.

Psychological distress.

He thinks the serum is causing it.

- Impossible. - That's what I told him.

Before I joined, did you observe any patients having...

Never.

But Mazauric mentioned...

Mazauric knew his place.

So should you.

Yes.

Colonel.

MILITARY HOSPITAL ARRAS

I'm the wife of Gabriel Ferraud. You treated him here.

- I don't know if you remember. - I do. You can't be in here.

-I've spent days trying to reach you. -I don't have time.

What is it?

Maintain pressure. I need morphine here!

I just want to know what happened to my husband.

I remember him clearly.

Don't worry. He didn't suffer.

You told me he was going to make it.

He deteriorated very suddenly.

There was nothing we could do. Sorry.

- I want to see his body. - It's too late!

You think we have time to bury them?

Come on, keep moving! Bring them in.

Don't look at me like that. I had no choice.

Ferraud?

Ferraud.

Where were you wounded?

In Notre-Dame-de-Lorette. Near Arras.

You?

I got taken out in Septsarges.

At night. I walked right into a Maxim.

One bullet in the belly, three in the hand.

You'd never know.

As good as new.

Within days, my section was down to two men.

Me and the captain.

Brossard.

Not the sharpest guy.

He would charge at them, yelling, with his little pistol.

He must have taken a bullet in the end.

All those captains, first in line to step out of the trenches.

No armor, no serum.

I don't know if I could have done it.

Forget that love-of-country stuff.

You'll love what's in store tonight.

Typical Armand!

I'm glad to see you improving, Mr. Gruber.

I'm sorry it came to this. Sometimes my men get a little...

emotional.

Colonel Mirreau.

It's an honor to finally meet you.

You just missed me the other night. My apologies to your superiors.

But the rest of the operation was successful.

Successful?

Killing all those people? Civilians, researchers...

Researchers who build weapons.

Those weapons kill my people. Don't be a hypocrite, Colonel.

You also have blood on your hands.

How is their serum coming along?

Who took over from Streller?

Your spies don't know that yet?

Let me guess.

Maximilian Neuer.

Age 36, trained at the University of Heidelberg.

You're full of surprises, Colonel.

My superiors believe your research has run aground.

But I'm not so sure.

I'll ask you again,

what stage are you at in your research?

Unfortunately, my scientific knowledge is rather limited.

A spy always knows something.

I know one thing for certain. You know nothing.

Étienne has a gift for causing pain

without killing.

I'm sorry it had to come to this.