Mission in Tangier (Mission à Tanger)

We are approaching Tangier.

In 1942,

and especially one week before the Allied landings in North Africa,

the intelligence services of all countries

were fiercely competing.

Documents published after the end of hostilities,

revealed a number of absolutely incredible adventures...

people in every corner of the world

who served our cause in dangerous circumstances.

Their courage and self-sacrifice often saved many lives.

Tangier, which had contacts with all the warring parties...

and thanks to its location...

made it easy to observe all world conflicts, and

soon became an extremely active spy center.

Hey, Marcadier!

Marcadier!

Hello? Mr. Segar is in a meeting.

Call again later!

Okay, I'll note it!

Yes, my brave Maureen, they are writing about the accident...

under "miscellaneous".

Well, Peletier?

I just saw his wife and two children.

Too bad... - Yes.

Besides, Marcadier was carrying a very important document,

which suddenly disappeared!

Ask Maureen what he thinks about it!

Since half past one at night, I had been waiting for him in my boat, as agreed.

At two in the morning, Mr. Marcadier was still

not there, so I thought: "Damn, what happened?"

Sorry... but at night the wind is so cold...

So I stopped by for some rum at Said's bistro,

where it is always busy.

Suddenly, a man came in with a broken nose...

and he said he was cycling along the boulevard...

fell and collided with someone.

So I said to myself... It was him...

I tried to lift the body onto my shoulders,

but I heard footsteps and ran off.

Well done.

Those who stole the papers will gain nothing from them.

The documents are encrypted according to the instructions

of Connetable with an entirely new code.

But we must send duplicates through our channels to London!

And continue your mission tonight, the one that failed with Marcadier.

Prepare your set for midnight!

Don't worry, boss, everything will be fine!

Goodbye, Mr. Peletier!

See you tonight!

Hopefully it will go better this time than yesterday!

I hope so too!

And your assistant can cheer you up!

Yes, he does not always find the right words, but...

he is really a nice fellow!

Who knew about Marcadier's mission from Morin?

I didn't know! - No one.

You know Marcadier! Exceptionally loyal, but recklessly brave.

How serious is this for us?

You cannot act without risk!

This morning I received clear instructions by radio:

from Connetable: secure the mission, at all costs.

I was ordered not to send you alone.

I hope you are not superstitious, because...

Agent No. 13 will accompany you.

The document you must deliver,

contains very important information...

about future landing possibilities.

You can do it. - You have no choice!

Moreover, the team is breaking apart. One month ago: Boden, yesterday: Marcadier...

By the way, are you friends with Mass?

Ah, Georges... this is the man of my dreams!

Loves beautiful women, whisky... especially whisky.

Also an unbearable bouncer!

At first he seems rude, then... he becomes a friend.

Henri, did you tell him about my export business?

Oh, just as a joke!

He called me Mata Hari.

Yes, he has a sharp tongue.

Could that be a new approach?

And would he want to join us? - I doubt it.

He is in Spain, and before leaving he said: "If I

do not return within three days, then I will be"

"married and have Spanish citizenship." That was five weeks ago!

When he returns, send him to me. - All right!

Give this to Agent No. 1,

who will confirm the mission and take you to Agent 13.

Now I am being called for a less noble

mission: cocoa butter to Lisbon.

And I still have to go to the office, Goodbye!

Hello, are you listening? - Wait a moment, I'm listening!

What did you say?

In the United States?

What are you talking about?

Good afternoon, Mr. Peletier! - Good afternoon, Dubois!

Message for you, Mr. Peletier! - Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Peletier!

Here is a press release from Radio Paris. If I may say so...

Thank you. Yes... they are not rude!

Have you received any remarks?

Yes, at the end of the day there is something pleasing.

Well, I felt I couldn't remain without news!

Ready? Come in!

Sorry! I forgot to replace the lamp.

Do you mind repeating it?

So... a draw... and a smile!

Ready? - Yes.

Yes! Thank you, Mass.

Oh... charming as always!

Talented, as always!

Uh, uh... naughty, as always! - Oh, sir...

Trouble with your liver again?

As witty as always!

Good afternoon, Mass!

Good afternoon, children! How are you, girls?

You will remember this day for a long time, won't you?

And everything around it!

Who are all these people? As I described myself, I am writing...

They write with lipstick on deep red lips!

That's better than writing with vinegar, like you!

He is amazing!

Oh, Barcelona... He is a clever man...

and he has an exceptional memory.

And he knows how to use it!

His last article started with fragments from Marcel Proust,

then with someone else's thoughts...

and ended with a direct quote from Anatole France!

That proves he at least read it!

Ah, my children, what a city this is - Barcelona!

What an atmosphere!

It boils! Entertains! Kills!

Not deadly… but it hits the mark! A paradise for

night owls, spectators, and true poets. Right, Louis?

A magical place, as if I had come to the fair!

Girls from Barcelona threw themselves under

my train to prevent me from leaving.

They swarmed around my plane!

But you can't please everyone! Isn't that right, darling?

Now I truly know how modest and shy you are...

But that does not show at once!

Hello! - How are you?

I will tell you in 10 minutes.

Good afternoon, dear cashier!

You look wonderful!

What bad luck! - Well, shall we order?

No, this is not good!

How can you live in such a mess?

The cash desk smells musty!

Yes, in Barcelona I swam in gold!

Wait, I'm coming now!

It's good that you're back!

No one knew where to put your mail:

in fact, there were only envelopes soaked in perfume.

That is the price for fame and more fame, my dearest!

Because every coin has two sides.

Listen Georges, did you know Pierre Marcadier?

Marcadier... Marcadier?

Oh yes, that little engineer! He played bridge well...

That's all, maybe...

Well, he was also run over tonight.

What!

A subtle way to let me know he did his duty.

And then, as long as I know you,

you separate those who do their duty from those who do not.

And then you immediately offer me...

to take part in the cocoa butter delivery.

We don't have enough people, Georges! - Yes, I know this tune!

You don't have enough people, farm workers,

Fritz gets butter and I some money. Yes,

everyone misses something, in times like these!

What do you want from me? - You could do us a favor.

Oh yes, favors... Secret!

This is no joke, Georges!

Yes, of course... Well, given the shooting this morning, nothing more...

See, to take risks, I must believe in it...

But I do not!

Now I have all the currency in one pile.

And I still talk to him!

Ha, it's already afternoon!

Don't try to appear worse than you are! I must not laugh.

It is a fact, my dear, that people now die in haste.

Wonderful... of course I will eat with you.

Are you inviting me? - I did not say that!

You dine with me, but I eat with you - there's a difference!

At 11 o'clock. - "Morocco"? - No.

"Orchid"? - Of course at "Orchid".

Do you want to have breakfast with me?

No... I have breakfast... with a pink envelope!

Yes, I had forgotten that.

You are the best manager I know.

You understand everything perfectly!

Good!

Imagine, for weeks now I have been asking myself:

"Georges, my friend, what is missing from your happiness?"

And my inner voice replies: "You miss Margarita".

What a pity! I am Antoinette.

That's all! So I said to my voice:

"Wrong, Antoinette is missing:

I bet 1000 francs and cigarettes,

that you told this story to all the typists in Barcelona.

Good evening, Mr. Mass!! - Good evening, Said!