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In 1961,
at the end of the Algerian war,

Some French military officers
rebelled against their government.

NO WOMEN ALLOWED

Good evening, Mr. Reichau.

Good!

Good, Jean not. Raise your hands.

Spin to the left.

Block, Jean not.

Easy, Taïeb.

Use your left, Jean not.

Easy, Taïeb.
This isn't the real thing.

Something you must know.

I've recovered my...

my toys.

Stop, Taïeb.

He slaughtered him.

Did you know her?

- She said she knew you.
- Me?

"I'm a friend of captain Reichau's,"
she said.

That's why I let her in.

I don't like
gals hanging round my boxers.

They're all nuts, hysterical.

You should've seen her
during the fight...

fighting has resumed in Yemen,
where mountain troops

led by Imam Ahmad harry
Egyptian Expeditionary Corps patrols.

Advancing in a basin like that
without scouting out the sides.

Idiots.

Munich.

Models showcased for you, ma'am,
what will be...

Worse than booze for boxers.

Girls are worse than booze.
You've no idea.

Two years ago,
I was coaching this young boy.

Terrific, 17.
I mean, he was good!

The right mindset and all.

Cut out to be a European champion.
Six months ago...

Can you lend me 10,000 francs again?

Six months ago, he got engaged.

His gal saw him with a black eye
and it was over.

She prefers him at a factory.

- I only have 8,000.
- That will do, thanks.

Thanks for everything.

- Don't worry, Captain.
- Don't ever call me that again.

3 years in jail taught me
Captain Reichau is no more.

I got told that often enough.

Let's make a clean sweep.

Call me whatever you like.
Jean, Reichau...

But never that again.

- Got it?
- Yes, Captain.

You idiot.

We're not dead yet, you know?

And the Devil walks with us.

Tell your captain that I love you

Tell your captain
I'm unhappy without you

Say, old chap, laughing on your own?

Tell your captain that I need you

Next summer for the vacation

From July 10 till late August...

She has some nerve honking like that.

- Looking for me?
- Yes.

Here I am. Be warned,
I only have 8,000 francs.

I'm paying. Get in.

Get in, Delta 12.

Flight Air Algérie 1405 to Algiers...

What are you after?

Answer me!

OK, I am...
I was Delta 12. So what?

What are you after?

A change from them boxers?

Someone to scare you?

Alright.

I know plenty of horrible stories.

In the Cobra Squad,
I learned to kill sentries.

Not with straw dummies.

With living pigs instead.

We'd hang them by their front legs
at eye level.

They bellowed abominably.

We had to jump, grab them by the belly
and slit their throats.

The point was to know
how life expired with a stab.

And the smell of running blood.

Warm.

Excellent training.

Very efficient.

- Shut up.
- What do you want from me?

To blow up the airport?

It would be quite a blast.

Shut up.

I can't stand men
who think they're men

because they fought in the war.

Come.

I'm going to show you something.

Look at that aircraft carefully.

An aviator is walking towards it.

It's a Dakota. Is that all?

Look.

Inspection done.

He's getting down.

Must be the mechanic.

He is the mechanic.
He's going to check the fuel level.

The plane will soon be taking off.

- Do you know about planes?
- Our para squad had the same.

I have the impression
they've slightly altered it.

There's something different.
Some kind of fairing.

Look attentively now.

To the left. Further to the left.
Further still.

There.

Those are mail bags.

Keep looking.

They're going to load them.

Listen, in a quarter of an hour,

that plane will fly to Bordeaux.
It's the night airmail flight.

Once a month, in one of those bags,

there is a little over five million.

500 million old francs.

You're mad.

Completely mad!

As mad as I am. I adore you.

500 million, every month.

I know which day.

So?

What do you propose?

Come with me.
I'll take you to meet someone.

He claims you're the man I need.

- Do I know him?
- Yes, very well.

I love champagne!

Bastard!

- Where are you going?
- Leave me alone.

Don't be stupid, I'll explain.
Come on.

I'm not playing your game.
Find someone else, I'm not your man.

Are you sure?

That's right...
You want an 8,000-franc girl.

I'm much more expensive.
I'm worth 500 million.

A new moment of truth in Brussels.

Ministers of the Inner Six are meeting

to settle the financing
of European agriculture.

Experts agree that the problem,

after a crisis
that has lasted eight months,

and two months of negotiations...

In Vietnam, war rages on.

North of the 17th parallel, Air Defense
shot down a Phantom fighter-bomber.

Its pilot was taken prisoner.

War rages on-
It broke out' 20 years ago,

in 1946.

Look at that marine,
he looks like Kolowitch, the Pole.

The third company sergeant

who committed suicide
on the last night in the duel.

He used to say,

"Wine's first virtue is, it's red."

Captain...

I spoke to one of my lads.

He's trained here for a year.
Rather plump but quite aggressive.

His father needs someone.

He runs a façade renovation business.

He needs someone
to guard his renovation sites.

It would pay better
than your last job.

With him, you won't have to fight.

He has a good mentality.
I mean...

The fact that you just left prison
won't scare him.

He shares your views on Algeria.

At least, I think he does.

I'll go see him.

I promise you I'll go see him.

I'll go see him.

I forgot to tell you, that gal is back.

She waited an hour for you.

Taïeb went crazy,
nearly knocked Jean not out.

Then he showered with the door open,
the bastard.

So...

Did you know her?

I'm fed up.

I'm truly fed up!

I'd like to go away. Far away.

To get out of their tiny sphere.

I mean their Hexagon.

I'd like the jungle and the monsoon.

Do you remember
our last night in the regiment?

We said we'd settle down
in South America.

And live in a community like a kolkhoz.

Or a kibbutz.

We'd teach rail engineering
to Brazilians in the jungle.

And grow mountain rice.

We were probably a bit mad,
but we were right.

I hate Paris.

I hate it!

I'd like the jungle and the monsoon.

To get out of the woods,
for God's sake!

Or else, there'll be casualties!

The gal...

left a message for you.

She'll wait for you tomorrow, 8 pm,
at that address.

Next time, I'll tell her to phone,
or she'll ruin my club.

Mind you don't get embarked
on a lousy scheme.

Hey, I'm keeping the car.

The mechanic got on the plane.

Inspection.

He gets up on the wing
to check the fuel level.

The mail.

AIRPLANES HAVE RIGHT-OF-WAY

He's not coming.

I told you.

Listen to me, Captain.
Five minutes.

We're worth 500 million.

I know the date of the transport.

You're a squad expert
and Pierre is a pilot.

Most of all,
he'll know what to do with the money.

Pierre has friends in Tangier.

They'll exchange it for dollars.

I know, after your kind of revolution
in Algeria,

he informed your hideout
to the police in Oran.

But that's in the past.

He told me where I could find you.

At your misogynist
non-commissioned officer's club.

Pierre used to be your friend.
Now, he's paying.

500 million for three years.

A fair price, isn't it, Captain?

Never call me "Captain" again.

Bastard.

I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.

Listen, Jean.

You've socked me,
now, you insult me...

But I'm not afraid of you.

I'm not ashamed either.

Because I am alive.

I came out intact
of your crazy plan in Algeria.

So don't push me.

I could kill you to live in peace.

Do you have a gun?

Please, Pierre.

It's OK, Yo.

- Is that short for Yolande?
- No.

Pierre has a plan.
Do you want to hear it?

Go ahead, Pierre.

Here's my plan.

The plane lands at half past midnight
at Mérignac.

Bordeaux-Mérignac.

The field is virtually deserted then.

The plane taxis to the runway end
to reach the garage.

The runway end is three kilometres
from the tower.

It was extended
because of the Boeings.

15 meters from the runway end,
there's a fence,

and beyond the fence, there's a road.

And a car.

Guess what happens next.

In under seven minutes,
we're on the motorway.

You'll be on the plane.
I'll explain.

What's Yo short for?

Yo van ka.

Why?

It just is.

Anyway, it's not my real name.

Yes, you can get on that plane.

When the mechanic is on the wing,
before the trucks get there.

But your plan is stupid.

You could come up
with something much...

much better.

Practically with no risks.

A routine operation.

So? Are you in?

So?

He'll do it.

I've known him for 15 years.

- He'll do it, too bad for us.
- Sorry?

He's completely mad.
He'll bring his madness to the scheme.

His idea won't be good?

It will be impeccable.
He knows his job.

Only, he is crazy.
Didn't you see his eyes?

- He has sad eyes.
- "Sad eyes"... You make me laugh.

Do you know the story
of the Russian partisan?

Malaparte?

He was going to be shot
by the Germans, he wasn't afraid.

Or he was a Ukrainian Jew,
I don't remember.

The officer says: "You're gonna
be shot, aren't you afraid?"

"-No.
- Why?"

"I can see your right eye is sad.

"It is telling me you won't do it."

The German officer
gets a handkerchief from his pocket,

raises his eyelid
and removes his eye to wipe it.

A glass eye.

The Russian partisan was hanged.

Or the Ukrainian Jew,
I don't remember.

Don't trust people with sad eyes.

You're always telling
horrible stories.

What's wrong with you all?

I don't give a damn
about your literary memories.

You want facts then?

In '61, that handsome sad captain
along with his pals

planned a retaliation response.

A cliff road, a gas truck.

One of those red and yellow tankers.

Down below, a shanty town,
on rebel side as they all were.

Brakes released, engine declutched...

You're crazy too.

You want to burn, you want...

If only I knew what you want.

And that nutcase
is planning a kamikaze operation!

Why did you ask me to contact him?

You're right. That's probably
my biggest mistake ever.

Funny, huh?

I wanted to see him again.

Shall we give up?

You've very beautiful tonight.

Do you think he'll do it?

Hello.

Mr. Reichau!

Left!

C'mon!

- You've taken up boxing?
- Judo.

Health and sobriety.

Here's what you asked me
yesterday on the phone.

We're annoying my misogynistic
non-commissioned officer.

C'mon, back to work!

Left.

Left!

In boxing,
women are worse than booze.

So he says.

To your right.

Fantastic. This is fantastic!

Even better than I thought.

Nice, isn't it?

A PPK Kalashnikov.

Russian.

An assault rifle.

400 meters away,
there's a guy running.

It puts him down.

No matter where he's hit.

With 200 items like this one,

in one night,
we can seize the Republic.

What do you do with the Republic?

Right, what do you do with it?

Nothing.

It doesn't like us.

We've seized it once, you know?

It is very beautiful.

Very, very beautiful.

It doesn't like us.

If I'd had this Kalashnikov in Oran
when that bastard gave me away...

Never get taken prisoner.

I never will again.

Death isn't great.

I thought I was gonna be executed.

I was just a target.

Have you even seen
any men get executed?

They're standing like this.

Sometimes, they're blindfolded.

Their hands tied behind their backs.

Sometimes...

They do this and say "no'.

Rarely though.

They're almost always mere targets.

Why Yovanka?

You're German.

Why the Slavic name?

- Why do you want all that money?
- I just need it.

Yes, of course.

It's more fun than all this.

Don't you need me any more,
Captain?

- No one is French here?
- What?

Are all builders foreigners?

The French don't do
this kind of work any more.

Sorry, chief.

You were a Fellagha in the war,
right?

Yes.

- Where?
- In Jijel.

- 47?
- You know all about it.

In my line,
there's work for several years.

I need someone
who can manage the builders.

A boss.

80,000 francs a month initially.

Social security,

three weeks' paid leave.

And after six months,

if it works, which it will,
you'll be making 100,000.

Here's what the maneuver is about,
hijacking the plane

and divert it to a DZ
marked out with beacons.

The maneuver is based
on the Cognac radio beacon as a fix.

Then coarse for the DZ, a beach.

At 240, roughly.

Given the drift and all,
we can't miss it by over 2 degrees.

We're talking
10 kilometres on the field.

I need the weather forecast
24 hours beforehand.

The TV is the best option.
We always watch it before leaving.

Fine.
What's their radio contact routine?

Usual radio contact at take-off,
QAP.

The plane only contacts Mérignac
on its approach.

What about the radar?

No problem about the military radar,
it's a regular flight.

What's annoying is the civilian radar.

It's very powerful.

What is its lower detection threshold?

1,000 feet.
At 1,000 feet, clutter jams the screen.

So we're fine at 1,000 feet,
south-east of Cognac?

Affirmative.
No obstacles above 400 feet.

Three main points remain.

First, the date of the operation.

Second,
locating and marking out the DZ.

Third, and most difficult,

I want to visit an airmail plane.

It's been three years.

OK, I'll sort that out.

It's up to you now.

- To me?
- Hey!

You give us
the green light and the date.

On the 27th.

Every month on the 27th.

That's in six days.
We'll do it next month.

Next month,
I'll be either in jail or abroad!

Go tomorrow and locate the DZ.
Take Yo with you.

No women in an operation.

Six days, dammit! It's too soon!

Listen, Jean.

On the 27th, you won't be on the DZ.

Yo has to inform me
the place you've chosen.

Say, a romantic weekend away...

Don't forget that three weeks ago,
you were in jail.

I don't forget it, Pierre.
I don't forget it.

That's settled then.
We're leaving tomorrow.

Well then...

We have one hour
till the police start searching.

We could have life ahead of us.

A plastic explosive,
the plane falls in the ocean...

An accident.

Life ahead of you.

Ma'am or sir?

Doesn't matter.

It's the leaning tower
of the Atlantic Wall.

An antitank barrage.
They placed steel girders in there.

Who did?

- The Germans.
- They got this far?

The sea.

These tracks are real mousetraps.

We'd stand a good chance
of getting nabbed.

No. I think I got our DZ.

Let's go back to Bordeaux.

The DZ will be Lacanau.

The tide is going out.

What were you looking for?

Nothing.

I wanted to know the currents.
It's OK.

So this is where it'll take place?

Right in front of the village?

You saw the funeral yesterday?
In winter, it's practically deserted.

And Bordeaux
is under 30 minutes away.

Are you really going
to blow up the plane?

Why?

Are you afraid?

There's a lot of blood
in a man's body.

You don't know until you've seen it.

Litres and lighters of blood.

The sea is going out.

It will come back in after six hours.

If we poured everyone's blood
in the sea between its ebb and flow,

it would barely rise
the thickness of my nail.

I don't like that, Jean.

We lose a war because
we don't like to do certain things.

During the putsch in Algiers,
if we had...

They should have executed me.

Yo!

If you want, we can stop it all.

Let's go back.

- The elevator cables.
- I know.

And that?

Flares in the event of a crash.

- How many bags in each compartment?
- About ten.

- The radio?
- There and there.

Light it.

- Course?
- Affirmative.

Altimeter.

Radio compass now.

There. 90 degrees from Cognac,

the big hand will switch.
The longer, thin one.

That's when you change course.
From 209 to 243.

It will be around midnight.

Who is it?

Don't know, a security guard.

At 5 am, there shouldn't be anyone.

Where are the fuel tanks?

In the wings, there and there.
Why?

If the plane explodes
and they find debris,

it should look natural.

I'll place the explosive here.

You're going too far.

- Not a move!
- What are you doing, are you mad?

You're a scumbag, Pierre. A bastard!

I could kill you.

Look at my hand.

You really are crazy.

I haven't forgotten about Oran.

And I never will!

Pull yourself together, old chap.

You're white as a sheet.
You were scared, huh?

I wanted to know
if I could still scare someone.

Come on, let's have a drink.

Who will be in the crew?

On the 27th? You looked into that?

The captain will be Delpierre.

He fought in Indochina,
Royal Air Cambodge.

You must know him. He spotted
a section of back-up troops in '54,

in the Tao Sai region.

He's worked many times
for the army.

I'll wear a mask.

Whatever for?

If the plane explodes,
you don't care.

You're afraid he might find out
before he dies

that you too are a bastard?

The others?

Young people.

They've only flown in France.

Well...

There have been some changes
to our initial plan.

First, with the noise of the waves,

you'll hear the plane at the last minute
and won't be able guide me.

In Cognac, I'll set the course
at 2 or 3 degrees further north.

As we come out over the ocean,

the DZ will necessarily be south.
Got it?

- We don't need the radio then.
- We do.

You'll give wind speed and direction
on the ground.

You'll need an anemometer.

The DZ is Lacanau-Océan.

The village?
You must be out of your mind!

No, you'll see.

Yo will explain it to you.

In barely half an hour, we'll be
in Bordeaux. It's a straight road.

The village makes me nervous.

Listen.

I've had an idea for the device.

I may not be able to get on the plane.

You guys needn't wait on the beach
all night.

You can wait for me in Bordeaux,
at this café.

No one will notice you.

If I haven't phone by 11...

Got it?

By the way, how did it go with Yo?

She's a cynical and selfish bitch,
you know?

Did she vamp you?

A bit of a nymphomaniac too.

She's a bitch, don't trust her.

Focus on the radio.

A bit more. That's it.
Your eyes!

That's it. You're beautiful.

Aphrodite, Mélisande!

Your breasts. Give me your breasts!

Right there.
Your thighs! Yes!

I'm right there. Oh my God!

Careful now! That's it.

Don't move, bitch.

I'll be back in two hours.

Are you off? Goodbye, honey.

- Goodbye!
- Make sure you come back.

Back to us now.

I'm afraid, I saw Pierre.

He told me. He's afraid.
He's afraid of you.

Yes, he is.

Since Oran, he's been afraid of me.

That's why he sent you to look for me.
In order to know.

He told me you were mad.

He thinks you're mad.

- Did you love Pierre?
- No.

I mean... I liked him.

He was very kind to me.

And his realism and eagerness
amused me.

You shouldn't have scared him.

Are you sure
that money will be on the plane?

Yes, I am.

The day after tomorrow,
it will be ours.

A routine operation.

No.

Everything will play out
on the beach.

If I were Pierre,
that's where I'd liquidate Reichau.

You're mad!

You and I will go to South America.

The regiment veterans
will meet us there.

You'll see.

Perhaps you will, Jean.

Not me. What are you thinking?
I want to live!

Listen.

You could get a job,
with your skills.

Only three jobs suit a man.

King, poet

or captain.

Unfortunately, I'm not a poet.

I was posing.
Had no time to change.

I liked the idea of meeting you
like this.

- The veterans are waiting for you.
- Be right there.

As soon as I've put all this way.

We don't only have guns

But the Devil walks with us

We don't only have guns

Hello, Captain!

But the Devil walks with us

What's it like to be free, Reichau?

It's nice to see you.

12 years ago...

Some wine?

Do you remember, major?

On the night
the regiment was dissolved,

we all decided to go away
to a new country.

In South America.

We wanted to found a kibbutz
with our men only.

Only, we needed money to do it.

Well, gentlemen, that's settled.

I will have the money.

If you want, in a month's time,

we can all meet up in Brazil.

Wine's first virtue is, it's red.
Right, Edouard?

As your pal Kolowitch used to say.

Reichau,
I hope you haven't done anything crazy.

Crazy?
My best commando raid.

My 7th landing.
No, my 8th landing.

Only this time, without
the 7th fleet as fire support.

It'll be all or nothing.

What if it's nothing?

Jail?

I'll never go back to jail.

Reichau,
do not cross the 7th circle.

- What circle?
- Come on.

That old Chinese legend.

Death is in the centre
of the seven circles of fear,

like the bullseye.

He who has never crossed
the first circle is a coward.

He who crosses
the first, second, third,

forth and fifth circles is brave.

He who crosses
the sixth circle is fearless.

And he who crosses the seventh circle
is a madman.

He enters the kingdom of death.

The kingdom of death...

We entered the kingdom of death
a long time ago.

Look at them.

They all have new jobs.

They have their wives.

They share their feats while lamenting
the ingratitude of their homeland.

Won't they come?

How about you?

My father-in-law
has a furniture business. I run it.

Perhaps one day
I'll write my memoirs.

Over the next 48 hours,

a high pressure area will persist
from North Africa to Russia.

Strong morning frosts in the east.

In the afternoon,
clear skies in the south of France,

with cloudy weather up north.

We don't only have guns

But the Devil walks with us

When our seniors in the legion

Fight over there
We follow close behind

B-52s and Sky Raiders
have dropped 800 tons of bombs

over the Iron Triangle.

Last month, the tonnage of bombs
dropped in Vietnam

reached 90% of the entire tonnage used

in the 37 months of the Korean war.

AIRMAIL
FRANCE

What?

Missus!

Make sure he doesn't move.

It'll take him 40 days.

What does the doctor say?

Reichau was right, 28 minutes.

Give me a light.

Thanks.

You're everywhere!
Even in Lacanau-Ocean.

Pierre, there's someone there.

Help me instead of talking nonsense.

Fancy doing this in the village!

Paulo, go check the back.

The elevators are hard.

What's taking Paulo so long?

I'll screw them over!

What was it?

Don't move.

Don't move.

You, get out of there.
Easy or I'll shoot!

Don't touch anything.

You want the plane?

What for?

Not the plane, the cargo.

If you do anything,
I'll shoot your friend.

90° degrees from Cognac.

Get off autopilot
and descend to 1,000 feet.

Course 243.

If you're that good, do it yourself.

Do as I tell you
or next time, it's in his face.

Quick!

Course 243.

There. That's enough, stop.

Southerly course. Along the sea.

You're going to kill him.
I know you are.

Or he is going to kill you.
You're both mad.

You're afraid for your captain.

He won't kill me.

What would you two do
with the money?

I know the guys in Tangier.

Red-black Cobra.

Cobra black to red, come in.

On the other hand, in a few minutes,
I'll need him no more.

Cobra black to red, come in?

Cobra black to red, come in.

Cobra red to black, copy.

Repeat.

Twenty kilos, two times ten,
west, north-west.

I repeat, twenty kilos, two times ten.
Whiskey, November, Whiskey. Copy?

Negative.

I repeat, twenty kilos, two times ten.
Whiskey, November, Whiskey. Copy?

Roger, over and out.

OK.

Listen carefully.

You'll soon see beacons,
keep the course for them.

I'll be with your pal.
Try anything and I'll shoot him.

And don't try to outwit me.

I'll hold the gun against his back.

If you try anything,
I'll kill you both.

Don't do anything stupid. Got it?

You'll never get away with it.

Shut up.

Jump!

Take cover,
it will explode above us!

The bastard!

I thought he'd blow it up!

Flares.

Look out, Jean! He's gonna kill you!

- Bitch!
- He's gonna kill you!

Pierre, don't!

Give me that!

No! Pierre!

I could have killed you.

- Yo was sure I'd do it.
- No.

You gave me away
but you're too stupid to kill me.

Watch out, Jean.
I can still kill you.

No.

You bastard!

Now, I'm gonna tell you.

I am screwing you over.

Mail! No!

Here! Take your money!

Pierre!

Look for a phone.

Quick!

Hello?

The line is not working.

It doesn't matter.

The bullet hit his liver.

He's doomed.

It's all your fault.

Why didn't you take the money?

Why?

What are you gonna do now?

No!

No!

Bastard! Coward!

Bastard!

Go get yourself killed,
that's what you've always wanted.

Bastard.

Stop!

Stop!

In the name of the law, stop!

Shoot

The idiot won't go far.

Bastard.