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THE BUREAU

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
February 2017

Hi.

Here it is.

It's all there.

- What's that?
- Tetanus shot.

Bring your kids tomorrow.

They're scared of shots.

They should be scared of tetanus,

not shots.

Tell them they'll get a notebook and pencils.

Can you feel the wind?

Bad news.

A storm, maybe.

Today? A big one?

Today or tomorrow.

Not big, but a storm.

Bring the kids when it's over.

Come in.

How are you?

Already here?

No point trying to sleep,
I dream about double agents.

A mix of all the books and movies I've seen.

Double agents everywhere,
impossible not to see them.

I asked for all the intel
from the sources identified by Cyclone.

A list of Russian subs in the Mediterranean,

a report on Bouteflika's trip to Qatar,

and on the Gulf Cooperation Council.

All apparently false!

A list of Salafi hideouts
discovered by the Algerians.

Fake, too.

All our intel on Algeria
from the past two years

is corrupt.

Operation FELIS, mean anything?

Not really.

One of the potential disasters.

If Cyclone's been working
for the Algerians from the start,

our men in the Sahara are in danger.

Cyclone being a double agent can't be true.

Then let's pretend nothing's happened.

Between us in this office,
we refuse this theory.

I'll call Mag, tell him it's impossible.

I remind you that all the big shots
from the Algerian service

were trained at the KGB.

They know how to double-cross.

So Cyclone had us recruit fake informants

to give us false intel without us noticing?

Yeah, it's unspeakable.

This guy, for instance,

he works for the Algerians?

The other day, he pretended to be scared,

wanting to be exfiltrated,

and I imagine he wants a job?

What's planned for the transfer?

An armoured van, Granpa,
Gramma and them.

And our limits for the interrogation?

We scare him, that's all.

No physical contact?

No.

You won't be credible.
In Algiers, intimidation won't cut it.

We can shake him up a bit.

- Will there be a doctor on site?
- Dr Balm�s.

- What are the figures?
- 30,000 euros.

10,000 euros for the transfer,
three agents, one van.

10,000 for the interrogation.
Two agents for the mission.

Equipment, costs...

And 10,000 for post-interrogation
preventive measures.

That can work.

And the risks?

30,000 euros and losing Gherbi.

- What'll we learn?
- If Cyclone is a double agent.

OK, let's do it.

Prepare an operation order for Mag.
I'll fill it out.

Understood.

I saw mice. Are there mice here?

Mice? Three blind mice?

Very funny. No, real ones.

I'll set traps.

Hello.

I need some intel on this person.

What, exactly?

Her activity in Paris,
her arrival date, her visa... Everything.

- I'm on it.
- Thanks.

I had that journalist fooled.

It just came out of my mouth.

You said a business brunch,
not a press conference.

Same thing.

I'm in charge of security.

What you're doing is dangerous.

No, everything's fine.

I told you I'm here on business.

And the girls, at night? Not so discreet.

I'm allowed to have friends.

What if someone recognises you
and starts to talk?

Game over. I go to jail.

You'll have problems too,
despite being Bashar's cousin.

Without this interview,
he would've hounded us.

He's still hounding us.
Behind you, the scooter.

- Shit!
- What scooter?

Can you lose him?

It'll be difficult He's fast.

I could hit the brakes.

You think you're in Moscow?

Hi, I'd like a motor-taxi
for 5 Boulevard des Italiens.

That's it, thanks.

Go to 97 Rue de Richelieu.

Why there?

The charm of Parisian passages.

We'll drop you at a passage,

a motor-taxi will be on the other side.

The journalist won't be able to follow you.

We'll be gone by then.

We'll meet at the Russian's.

Thanks, Nadim. I'm sorry.

How do you know the passage
on Rue de Richelieu?

My grandfather's a Bedouin.

He taught me how to escape from jackals.

Sorry I'm late.

Nadim probably explained.

We ran into some problems.

You're forgiven. Let's proceed.

Before we start,

please hear me out.

I'm here to ensure secrecy,

the absolute secrecy of these talks.

The rules we set when arriving in Paris
must be respected.

We don't go out at night.

We don't talk to anyone,
especially not the press.

Women are forbidden in the rooms.

We take no risks.

You're changing hotels tonight.

The slightest infraction
will end our negotiations.

Where's the new hotel?

I don't know yet.

Before we pick up
where we left off yesterday,

I remind you
of President Bashar al-Assad's position.

You didn't know, at that point.

That Bashar al-Assad was negotiating
with the opposition in exile?

Impossible to predict.

He'd never done it and swore he never would.

Even under Russian pressure.

What could they have discussed?

Post-Bashar Syria, what it might become.

How to guarantee the safety of his clan.

How to share the territory,
who had a right to what.

Between Sunnites, Shi'ites, Druzes,

Alawites, Kurds...

They needed an expert.

The best expert
on Syrian history and geography.

Was it Nadia El Mansour?

It was Nadia El Mansour.

Villages in the Ain al-Fijah and Barada basins

are complaining
about the administrative division

into two provinces...

A woman, also impossible to predict.

No woman has ever played
a role close to Bashar.

I didn't target any women in Damascus.

It was considered dangerous to recruit one.

Nadia couldn't be a target.

Ready?

I think so. I hope.

Pretend you took a flight.

That's Iran over there.

You're already on the mission.

The Paris Institute of Earth Physics
is not your employer.

It's not where you go to work.

It's a hostile territory.

Your hunting ground,

infested with enemies.

You have three types of enemies.

First, the prey.

They're your rivals.

One may be chosen over you to go to Iran.

You must identify and observe them,

analyse their weaknesses
and deflect them: Your adversaries.

That's the maintenance studio,

the geo-dynamics lab.

This is Alice's office...

The second enemy type

are your friends.

You drop your guard, become vulnerable,

they'll lead you to mistakes.

Eric, our doctoral volcanologist.

We want to recruit him...

The people you like

you must destroy.

The third enemy type is the predator.

The only one who can defeat you.

You mustn't defend yourself from him.

You must seduce him.

Attract him into your web.

He must think that he's choosing you.

You're like the orchid attracting the bee.

The insect thinks it decides,

but doesn't know it's part of your strategy.

In the end, it's you in control.

Hello.

- Your desk?
- Yes.

Sorry.

I just arrived, I was told to wait here

until she finds me a desk.

Shit, she knows
I'm never in before 10:00 a. M!

Marina.

PhD student.

Fanny, tectonic technician and always late.

Anne introduced you to everyone?

Yes, I think so.

Them too?

No.

Reza Mortazavi, an Iranian engineer

who runs an exchange programme
for France and Iran.

He'll bring back a French engineer
so everyone's sucking up to him.

They all want to go to Iran?

Of course.

It's well paid,
and Iranian tectonics is the dream.

- You know why?
- No.

No one ever goes.

It's virgin territory.

And that guy...

That's J�r�me.

J�r�me figured it all out.

I'll introduce you.

Hello.

Reza, this is Marina, our new recruit.

- Polytechnic School, right?
- Yeah.

Nice to meet you, Miss.

We have 45 minutes. Time for a rematch?

Sorry.

If that's not butt-kissing...

You don't want to go to Iran?

No, forget it. The Iranian never takes a girl.

Copy that, our men are in place.

Go ahead.

It's 5:05 a.m., the operation has begun.

Traitor! Get up!

Get up!

Go ahead.

Who are you? What do you want?

I'm Toufik. He's Nazir.

- Where are we?
- Shut up!

We ask the questions.

Why are you in Paris?

Visiting the Eiffel Tower?

I came to see my brother. He's sick.

He's at Pompidou Hospital.

Really?

We were told

you work for the French. Is that right?

That's nonsense.

I'm an analyst.

I work for counterterrorism,

the DRS.

Bizarre.

Why would we be told you're a traitor

working for the French?

I don't know.

I'm not a traitor.

I don't get it.

I don't get it.

You didn't think we'd find you?

Thought you'd be safe here?

You take us for amateurs?

What are you doing in Paris?

Bloody traitor, you dog!

I told you, I work for counterterrorism.

Who do you work for?

Who? Since when? Talk!

For who?

What are you doing in Paris? Talk!

I told you.

I came to see my brother.

He's sick.

He's in the hospital.

You can call the hospital.

Let him stew for an hour.

In the dark.

I don't understand.

He thinks they're accusing him
of working for us.

But it's true, he works for us.

But is he a double agent?

We want to see
if he's pretending to work for us.

How will you know?

If he really works for the Algerians, he'll say:

"Guys, I'm on your side".

OK.

We wait for him to say so.

- If he says nothing?
- Then he really works for us.

- If he lets them hit him...
- We're reassured.

- We won't let him drink?
- No way, not yet.

- How's it going?
- It's going.

Here, I found this.

She entered France
from Damascus on September 15th

on a six-month professional visa.

Then she made two round trips to Damascus.

She's enrolled
at the World Cultures Institute.

It looks clean.

How so?

Nothing fishy.

She's at the Marriott, before at the Regency,

under her real name.

Her telephone is encrypted, I couldn't see it.

- Encrypted?
- Yes.

I can take a look, but it'll take a while.

Thanks.

The waves propagate,
recorded by the Geoscopic Seismic Network.

The red dots represent the stations

that recorded the quake in real time.

This data, on the right,

is used by all research centres
to determine the location and magnitude,

the focal point and other seismic aspects.

The recording of this quake
by the Saint-Sauveur station,

nearly 6,200 miles from the epicentre...

Do you know the new spectral methods?

Yes.

Can you tell us in a few words?

I worked on multi-frequency oscillators...

Not now, but later, for a panel in 48 hours.

It's quite urgent.

Would 7:00 p.m. Be OK?

7:00 p. M? Yes, that's fine.

See you later.

- Sultan Saba Spa.
- Hello, it's for a leg wax.

Not at the spa, at home?

I only have an hour.

It's that or nothing.

OK.

What is it?

- How'd you get in?
- Does that matter?

How many are you?

Any more useless questions?

At 7:00 I have to give an overview
on spectral methods.

- I know nothing.
- Sounds terrifying!

Is it a joke?

How many pages can you learn in an hour?

I don't know.

Approximately? Ten? Twenty an hour?

- In an hour, we'll send you an email.
- Twenty-five.

Twenty-five per hour?

We'll send 125 pages.

- No, 25 in all.
- OK.

Fine, we'll see. Off you go.

- Still not talking?
- No.

He keeps his cover!

It only proves he's a good agent.

We can't know until he admits it.

How long can he hold out?

I don't know.
Psychologically, he's terrorised.

Physically, he looks weak.

Should we turn up the heat?

We must be sure that we can.

You'll examine him.

- What do you mean?
- You're a doctor.

Check his blood pressure, his heart.

I want to be sure he doesn't snap.

Hello.

May I take your coat?

Put on the hood.

You'll be fine.

OK?

Don't worry, it's just a doctor.

She'll give you a check-up.

Please, let me drink.

A little water.

Tell them to let me drink.

I'm thirsty.

I'm thirsty.

Tell them to give me water.

I'm innocent.

I'm innocent...

This way.

Sit down.

Hello?

The pulse is at 70 per minute.

His pressure is at 13/9, it's OK.

He just suffers from dehydration,

and consequences can vary. Let him drink.

We'll see to it.

We called the hospital.

Your brother's there.

But when we visited, he wasn't.

You're talking shit.

Are you having fun?

Tell us everything!

Talk!

Go get the tools, enough chatting.

You're right.

Enough is enough.

What's he saying?

He's blabbing.

What's he saying?

That he's a double agent.
He works for the French

- under Colonel Ahmed.
- Impossible.

Who's that, do we know him?

I'll get on it.

Tell him we don't believe him.

Ask him what department Ahmed works in.

Counter-espionage? Homeland security?

Well?

Nothing in counter-espionage
or homeland security.

- No Colonel Ahmed.
- He's bullshitting.

He says it's true.

Who recruited him?

- A certain Larbi.
- Look for him.

It's like Smith in the US.

This is ridiculous!

Where's his drop box?

He says he's got a locker at Algiers station.

What locker number?

He doesn't remember the number.

What was the last intel he delivered?

Proof of an attack on President Bouteflika.

Patch me in to the Head of Operations.

CLINIC

- I miss you.
- Me too.

I have a surprise!
I got tickets to come see you.

Really?

I can't wait. I arrive tonight,
maybe tomorrow morning...

Can I see you a second?

Finish up, first.

I'm coming.

We're leaving.

- What?
- I just got orders via Facebook.

For long?

Emergency protocol. We're not coming back.

What's going on?

I don't know.

But it's serious shit.

Pack it all up.

Call your friend to come get it.

What's the status?

Wild goose chase. Nothing checks out.

This Ahmed he works for,

- does he exist?
- Maybe it's an alias.

He may not know his real name.

Wait...

Ask him if he works

for General Kerfi, alias Ahmed.

Yes.

Fucking asshole.

OK, pull the plug.

He talked to avoid getting hit.

Brief him, we're on our way.

Good news.

General Kerfi has no alias.

He liberated the hostages of In Amenas.

- His name is not...
- I got that part.

- What's that?
- Two vehicles, two miles away.

Coming towards us.

Fuck, who is it?

I don't know.

But I prefer to play it safe.

Turn around.

Where are we going?

Back to the clinic.

Don't shoot.

They guided us because we were lost,
there's no cell network.

I'm R�mi.

This is Michel and Lucas.

- Hi.
- We got scared.

We thought we'd be taken hostage.

Since you cut the power,
Paris couldn't reach you.

- You're staying.
- Are we?

Can we help you get set up again?

"The spectral method
ignores maximum values.

"No harmonious relations exist
between the combined contributions."

I hope you understand

that we didn't have a choice.

I apologise
on behalf of the agency and myself.

We'll take you to a nice place.

You can take a few months to rest.

You'll be monitored by psychologists.

It'll take some time, but you'll get over it.

We'll help you.

Three years...

Three years of working for you.

And this is how you treat me.

You threaten me,

you torture me.

I'm loyal.

Loyal.

You're the bastards, the traitors.

You are!

It's a disgrace, sir.

It's a disgrace how you treat me.

A disgrace.

Put the hood back on, sir.

I'll never work for you again.

Never!

It's over, I tell you!

"It's a technique for evaluating
the structure's response

"based on the maximum response
of each modal oscillator."

"The approach is justified
if we ignore the shift in efforts

"by analysing the inertial effects."

That's very good.

J�r�me was kind enough
to prepare the summary for me.

It's a good summary,

this will do perfectly.

If you want to enhance it,
work it out together.

Of course!

Thanks a lot, J�r�me.

- Good evening.
- See you tomorrow!

- Good night.
- 'Night, Rim.

By the way...

I got it.

- What?
- The mouse.

Come see, it's awful.

- It's Henri.
- Yeah?

I wanted to thank you.

Thanks to you,
we got out of a tricky situation.

So, I forgive you for skipping out.

What did I miss?

Your session with Dr Balm�s.

- I totally forgot.
- I understand, but...

- But what?
- Don't neglect them. It's important.

You may find it useless,
but it'll do you good.

All right.

Thanks again.

Tomorrow, we'll be on the right track
and recover Cyclone.

Of course.

Where are you sleeping tonight?

I'm kidding. Good night!

Evening, Nadia.

Good evening.

How are you?

You're on the street side. Not too loud?

No, not at all.

It's the same room as mine.

Is there something to drink?

Whisky or vodka?

Whisky.

Dinner?

The hotel restaurant looks nice.

Sorry, I can't. I have plans.

Plans?

With friends.

But we're not allowed out of the hotel.

I'm here to study. I can't during the day.

Having my colleagues see me
prevents suspicion.

True.

It's the pretext for your presence in Paris.

Your cover, as Nadim says.

Yes.

What's yours?

I don't need one.

That's right.

See you tomorrow?

Yes, tomorrow.

She's trying to trick us.

Not just us!

Also those who sent her here.

She's going too far.

Yes.

Women are dangerous.
I told Bashar: No women.

But the Russians insisted.

She's useful for coaxing the opposition.

And getting us hanged.

It's your job, Nadim, to control her.

You're failing.

I've wanted this all day.

- Did you go to class?
- Yes.

- What?
- I went there, they didn't know you.

You never go, do you?

Are you spying on me?

I wanted to have lunch with you.

I went to pick you up,

but they've never seen you.

- Playing the jealous husband?
- No, I'm not playing.

I don't understand why

you're lying about your class.

I skip class because it's pointless.

No French civil servant
can teach me my trade.

Why did you enrol?

Because I have to, or I don't get my grant.

Tell me, why did you lie?

I didn't lie.

It's true, I'm enrolled.

But...

I thought I'd go at first...
Until I realised it sucked.

They show old films on the destruction
of the temples in Angkor.

So I stopped.

Why are you in Paris?

What do you mean why am I in Paris?

The real reason why you're here,

what is it?

Contacts for sharing knowledge.

With who?

Be more specific. That means nothing.

Who do you work for? Where?

What do you do all day?

Why are you questioning me like a cop?

Yesterday I spent all day
at Quai Branly Museum.

They're organising an exhibition
on the Antara frescoes.

We're lending the works,

and our students will spend
a semester in Paris.

Want the curator's number?

Are you here for me?

For you? What do you mean?

Are you in Paris for me?

I'm not here for you.
I didn't know you were here.

You contacted me, remember?

You could've waited in Paris,

waiting for me to call you.

You're not yourself.

You think I came to wait for you to call

after months of silence?

Why not?

You're crazy... Completely crazy.

Do I ask you where you live?

Why we always meet at a hotel?

What do you write? What do you do all day?

Why'd you go to Jordan?
Why'd you come back here?

Why'd you let me know at the last minute?

No.

This isn't working.

What's going on, Paul?

What are you afraid of?

I just want you to tell me why you're in Paris.

You're right.

This isn't working.

Hello, Nadia.

Hello.

- Where were you?
- Is there a problem?

Yes, you're back late. Where were you?

The last time I was asked that, I was 16.

Didn't you understand me, at the meeting?

Worry about Hachem's call girls.

Same goes for you too, Nadia.

I can't go out at night?

Yes, but I have a right to know with who.

Yeah? And if I don't want to tell you?

I have to know who you were with
Tuesday, until 4:00 a.m.

Thursday, you came back at 4:00.
Tonight, out again.

Answer me.

I was with a friend.

Can I go now?

You weren't with your classmates?

I told Hachem that so he'd leave me alone.

What's this friend's name? What does he do?

He's just a friend.

A friend or a lover?

What if he was?

- Would you have a problem with it?
- Yes.

Your husband would too.

- Do I know him?
- No.

- Is he French?
- Yes.

- What's his name?
- None of your business.

It is my business. What's his name?

Is he a journalist? Or a teacher, like you?

A teacher, like me.

Where does he teach?

His name is Paul Lefebvre.
I met him in Damascus.

He was a French teacher there.

Is that it?

Happy now?

Now leave me alone.

When you see someone,
you never know what's to come.

Maybe paradise or a nightmare.

Usually, it's a bit of both.

But when you're a secret agent,

if it's not paradise,

then it's definitely a nightmare.

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