"The lamb is out of the freezer."
The mist… You know it's there, but you can't touch it.
Pull over! Stop!
Oye, Sapapaya!
You and your friend fancy a chase with me?
Coño, va.
One, two, three, four, five, six, ten, twenty followers!
Stronger than ever on Insta!
Hands up!
Put the dick away!
Okay, but I have a larger caliber.
I need both hands to hold my weapon.
Coño, va!
Watch out! My hair!
-We're letting him go? -Yeah. No choice.
Immunity, classified Secret. Nothing we can do.
Here, Mr. Archibald Al Mahmoud.
You can go. We've checked everything. With our sincere apologies.
What did you check?
The size of my rod? You small-dick.
I like you, and your stupid-ass face.
Don't like you though.
Morning, Alain-Guy!
Morning, Michel.
Morning, Cyprien.
No!
There you go. Just great.
And with my car.
Paul, we need to talk!
Morning, Mireille. Morning, Josiane. I need to talk to him.
-Good morning, Paul. -One second.
One second.
How do they do that?
Yes, sorry.
Paul, I did not want an official car.
Don't we have more important things to do than talk about cars? But you're the boss.
Yes, I know it's you who hired me, and I'm still uncomfortable about that.
Fine.
But we'll keep the car because I use it.
-It's easier that way. Okay? -All right.
-That works. You're right. -Great. Let's move on.
And, Paul, I came across an old bank transfer.
A payment for some kind of a…
no-show job.
It's weird that it's under the Foreign Ministry,
given the president's exemplar pledges…
-You're not wrong. -It seems a little…
You're right. He promised some great things.
I think this president is great. Love him.
-What a man. -Gorgeous.
Then again, don't you think we should keep our noses out?
-Well, yeah, but I was thinking-- -Don't think.
You're the boss.
I'm the boss.
"Keep your nose out…"
Not me. I'm going to stick my nose in.
OVERDRAFT LIMIT: NONE TRANSACTION TYPES: NOT ACCESSIBLE
REGULAR PAYMENTS: CONFIDENTIAL
Archibald Al Mahmoud. 1,580 euros a month since 1995.
Great. Living it up on public money.
Well done, Archibald Al Mahmoud.
PRIVATE ACCOUNT
I hope you had fun. The party is over.
Daddy. Grandpa Jacques.
It's time.
SECRET CLASSIFICATION REVOKED
Shit.
Well, that's not good.
Al Mahmoud's Secret classification has been lifted!
Approach at the 77th department! Watch out! He's armed and dangerous! Go!
CARD WITHHELD
Got to be the first time Mr. Archibald Al Mahmoud has no money.
How do I buy weed now?
This is still what it's for? I already gave you 20 euros for Dalila.
I'm not going to steal weed from my little sister. I have principles.
What principles? Making me an accomplice in drug trafficking? Momo!
You're too caught up in your student world.
I'm from the streets. I need to smoke. I have no choice.
What streets? We grew up in Europe's safest housing project.
I choose to smoke before going to work. You've never had a job. You don't know.
Now I'm twice as late. Bye. Fernand is going to kill me!
I know, Fernand. I'm late.
-I don't like when you loiter. -Two minutes.
And I wasn't. I was with Momo.
Beat it! Or you'll feel my broom!
Let's get out of here.
You're something.
Look. I ironed everything.
How are your finals going?
What are they already? My little genius.
Environmental Accounting. Might switch to Sociology of the Middle Ages.
That's great. Just keep studying.
If I could have…
Could you help me out? My card got swallowed.
Mom's money didn't come through.
Didn't come through?
The money didn't come through?
Bastards.
-Let's send an email. -They've lifted your cover.
My covers are okay. The transfer's the issue.
Away from the window! They're coming!
We have to awaken the Mist.
The lamb is out of the freezer.
I repeat, the lamb is out of the freezer.
We're having lamb tonight?
I haven't often mentioned Richard, your dad.
Why bring him up? You're the only father I have.
Listen to me. Your father never abandoned you.
Never.
He had me look after you because of that damn Cup-and-Ball.
Cup-and-ball?
Did you take that Alzheimer's test?
They're here for me.
No. They've come for me too.
You too? You wanted to buy weed?
The Big Mac…
Okay, Fernand, you're freaking me out. Please, let me check your pacemaker.
My phone!
Don't call anyone. Avoid train stations, subways.
You have to become elusive, like… mist.
Okay, let's calm down. Aren't we overreacting?
-I never broke any laws. -Leave now!
What am I to do with this? Where did you get that?
No point in shooting police over a bit of hash.
-Get out! -All right! Where do we meet?
Archie, you know I love you.
Go now! Go!
My little genius.
Let's search.
Stop! Don't move!
-Get down! -I said get down!
Don't move!
Police! Get down!
I swear I didn't know it was for cannabis!
It wasn't me!
Please!
Hold on! Don't shoot! This is a major mix-up! Don't shoot!
Son.
Thank you so much.
This calls for a celebration.
NATIONAL SECURITY TOP SECRET
-Commander? -Yes?
-We received a fax. -A fax?
Yes. Who sends a fax with a code from 25 years ago?
A guy last seen 25 years ago.
What an imbecile! How can you be so stupid?
-Wouldn't want to be in that guy's shoes. -Idiot!
What an absolute idiot!
Seems we have a little problem.
What did you do with this transfer?
Anything jump out at you?
A red banner that says "Secret" and flashes, "Don't touch me"?
Well, yes, I saw that, but just a little too late.
We agreed you're my boss.
-Yes. -That's decided.
However, we also agreed you'd do nothing without my consent.
What part of that sentence do you not understand?
"Nothing"? "Without"? "Consent"?
-All three at the same time? Maybe it's-- -I understand all three words.
What we'll do is this.
I'll take full responsibility as your superior.
Yes, Paul.
Stop constantly nodding your head.
You can count on me.
Gen. Hugo, sorry to drag you out of retirement.
-Madam Minister. -General.
Jouard.
We're here to talk about the return of a former agent. Is that right?
Richard Brumère.
Brumère?
-Isn't he a myth? -You should leave.
Hugo, inform Madam Minister who we're dealing with.
The iconic commander of Alpha Section.
A special unit within the division under my command.
Elusive. Hence the nickname.
The Mist.
After we let him go, he became the world's most celebrated mercenary.
A legend.
Top pilot, weapons expert…
But unarmed is when he's at his best.
I watched him with my own eyes
as he took down a rhino with his bare hands.
Mythomaniacs.
He'd get out of any situation.
Like the night when Brumère saved my life.
By performing open-heart surgery,
in the middle of a savanna, using bamboo sticks.
Come on. It's not like he's James Bond.
1995.
Operation Cup-and-Ball.
For state reasons, the government abandoned Brumère.
Left in the field, in the hands of the enemy.
-Hey, Colonel. -Hello, Richard.
Is Farah there?
Minister, it's him!
Put her on.
No!
Yes! Put her on!
Yes!
Richard?
What is she saying?
It's a little intimate. Personal. Couple stuff.
Translate.
For example, she just said, "Go back to your whores!" Charming.
It must be their own secret code.
She compared Richard to jerboa poop…
Richard, you there?
Do what Farah asks.
I'll disappear for good. That's the price for my silence.
Farewell, Colonel.
The worst insult in Arabic culture!
-He hung up. -Did you locate him?
Ten seconds short. Too bad.
Just like in the movies.
She wants her son, Archibald, to carry her name.
-Al Mahmoud. -She can't be serious.
She wants him to recieve a monthly allowance
for the rest of his life.
And that he be granted lifelong immunity, protected as secret information.
-No, Minister. No. -Agreed.
Come on.
Want to end up in Traffic? With me in agriculture?
Right, no. So, yes.
And she wants daycare.
Oh, no. No. This is a farce!
The president has agreed.
It is my duty, Minister, to tell you that this is a huge mistake.
-In any case, we've got him. -No. He's the one who got us.
If he talks, the Cup-and-Ball will become public.
Cup-and-Ball?
I'd hoped to never hear that name again.
There we go. Thank you, Hugo.
He gave us every reason to liquidate the bastard.
It's time to make the '90s obsolete, once and for all.
Let's transfer his son to Brou.
-Brou? -Yes, Brou.
In Perche.
Less exotic than Guantanamo, but just as effective.
Do we have any recent photographs of Brumère?
There he is.
What's that?
The summer fair at Jean-Baptiste Poquelin Middle School.
The Mist has never been photographed since.
Sure, act smart.
Bournette?
Commander?
This just came through.
A cup-and-ball from Brumère.
Well done.
I arrived feeling confident. Now I'll leave feeling anxious.
You should be.
When the last mercenary returns, things will start to happen!
A finger bowl.
And some cachous.
Richard.
Marguerite.
Between Fernand's death and your son's arrest… A hell of a day.
They shouldn't have touched my son.
-Is Jouard still active? -More than ever.
Aren't you looking for his wife, though?
-There were circumstances. -Not for him.
This is still personal for him.
Your son's file.
He lives in the suburbs.
He's been using that money. Made the most of his immunity.
He didn't inherit your discretion.
This isn't what Fernand reported.
He wanted you to have a good impression.
I've seen his diplomas.
Knowing Jouard, he will transfer Archibald to Brou.
Let's do this Boar-style.
Archibald Al Mahmoud. Let's try this again.
Farah…
Shit! What's wrong with you? Let go! You're hurting me!
Let go!
You think I'm going to let you rob Archie because you know judo?
I'd rather smash everything.
-You won't get a thing. -Wait.
No!
Wait!
Stop! Enough.
Put the TV down, please.
Young man. Miss.
Miss.
Sorry. I wasn't sure.
-You're replacing Fernand? -I am replacing Fernand.
The authorities moved fast for once.
What a mess. It's a waste, all this damage.
Who's got to clean it up? Yours truly.
Tell me, this Archibald, is he your fiancé?
That dweeb? No way. He's just my brother's friend.
Your brother's…
So he's the neighborhood's boss, and you're in the business?
Archie, a boss?
What a joke. He's a loser, sure.
That arrest with the SWAT team? It makes no sense.
Was he arrested before?
You ask too many questions for a janitor.
You're right.
All this chitchat…
Meanwhile, who will take the bins out?
Yours truly.
Hey, I'm not done with you.
Yeah, I'm onto you.
Just admit you're a cop.
You thought we wouldn't come to your turf to find you?
Shit.
-Colleagues of yours? -Stop dealing on our patch!
Do you think this place is your mother's pussy?
Next time, we'll take you down, bitch.
Listen. That's enough.
-Let's calm down-- -Who are you?
-Shut up, or I'll smack you. -Smack your mother! What you going to do?
My mother? You've gone too far. I'll fuck you up!
Excuse me.
-She's mine. Beat it. -Let's talk this through.
Beat it.
Hey, old-timer, move it or I'll snap you in two.
Spread the news. New janitor in the hood.
What's that?
-We will. -Thank you.
-We're leaving. -It's all good.
Don't bullshit me. You don't fight like a janitor or a cop.
More like a secret agent.
What do you want with Archie? You're investigating, right?
Dalila.
Richard.
Cool. So, listen carefully.
We'll figure this out together. Fernand was a good guy. Archie is family.
So I won't leave you, bro.
Okay.
Fernand…
Its ear is missing.
So what?
Djibouti, 1993.
What is this place?
Fernand has a panic room? That's crazy!
No way! He had everything under surveillance.
That's why the business is dead here.
Yeah. Fernand made sure Archibald grew up somewhere safe.
What's that?
Stop ignoring me. What's the deal?
You'll have to trust me at some point.
And to me, it looks like you're all alone. So you could use some help.
Archie, an arms dealer?
No way he did all this.
In GTA maybe, but even then…
Fernand thought someone was using Archibald's immunity.
Archie has immunity?
Why put that in the same file?
Big Mac?
Known in-house as… the Big Mac.
A weapon developed in 1990 to disable any electronic device.
That's sick!
No.
It's not at all sick. Too much collateral damage.
Even pacemakers get knocked out.
The other day, in two seconds, Fernand's building had an outage.
Everything was down. Even phones.
Fernand's last day.
-Looking for footage from the last day? -Yes.
-Shit. Police? -Special agents.
Whose work isn't exactly official.
The Big Mac.
You called the wrong Fernand Bouchard becasue it's a very common name.
Let me call him.
Fernand Bouchard is dead!
-Okay? Stop thinking we're idiots! -That's not possible.
-There was no Fernand Bouchard. -There was.
He was Fernand Eisenberg!
"The Bomber." Retired special forces.
He's stiff. He can't say a word.
Did you kill him for his business?
-Talk! -Look!
-No, it's not possible. -Look at the picture!
You'll get a life sentence!
With that sweet face of yours, you won't last two days!
What will it be? A cell with a ping-pong table?
Or your ass for them to play ping-pong with?
-It's not possible. No. -Talk!
-You're dead!
Want to pick up the soap?
He's good.
Hey, toerag!
Que pasa, hombre?
-I need your papers back. -My papers?
No way! I won't give my papers back!
-We have a problem. -Hey!
-That wasn't the deal. -But there is an issue.
-I'm banned from this country, remember? -You're busting my ear drums.
What part do you not understand?
I'm saying it for your benefit. I have lawyers--
Who do you think I am?
You want to fuck with Simyon? No one fucks with Simyon! Got it?
I do the fucking here! Understand?
-I can hear you from a meter away. -Shove your Big Mac up your ass!
I piss on you, the whole lot of you! Lick my nuts!
Hello?
The guy hangs up when I'm warning him.
-What do you have on the Big Mac? -Officially, the project is on ice.
No sign of the prototype.
-What about Archibald's transfer? -We gotta be quick. It's tomorrow.
They're waiting for the papers to be signed.
What's bugging you?
This isn't like you. You've aged.
How would you…
I'd set up a team, fast.
I'm not as fit as I used to be, but I'm here.
No. How would you introduce yourself to your 25-year-old son?
No idea. I've never been a mother.
Write to him. I don't know.
A letter.
That's good. A letter.
Be careful, Richard.
You spend time saving other people's kids. This one is yours.
Emotions complicate things.
An operation is still an operation.
Commander, the route is mapped out as instructed.
He'll be there for his son.
If he shoots, fire back. Legitimate defense.
If he doesn't, fire back. Legitimate defense.
Let me know when you have the kid.
Commander, they have the kid. The operation is underway.
-Who picked up the kid? -Our operatives.
Don't worry. All protocols were followed to a letter.
We even received a scanned copy of the document signed by the president.
We're covered, right?
Except it's not the right one.
The transfer for Brumère's son, signed by the president.
-He wants him gone. -Same here.
So we agree?
-Oh, my! -Goodness!
-It's everywhere. -May I?
Brumère…
I don't want to escape!
-Madeleine. -For the good old days.
You're on your own now, the Mist.
Okay, Joe. Madeleine. Thanks.
What good old days? Joe? Where are we going?
There's no time. Get in.
No way I'm getting in this car! I don't want to escape!
I'm someone who also grieves for Fernand. Get in.
All right. Sure.
First gear.
You can't drive?
No.
It's surprising you don't know how to drive at your age.
Relax. No one will think to follow a driving-school car.
I'm happy to meet you.
Really.
Plus, you look handsome.
What do you do?
I think I'll get out here.
You're not getting out. Put it in third.
Did Fernand ever talk about your dad?
I know he's a jerk.
No, he's not a jerk.
-You know him? -Yes, a little.
He's a great guy. He's smart.
And someone who…
Great reputation.
A good guy, you know?
-You know him better than I do. -Yes. He sent me to help you.
-What? -Yeah.
Help me?
-This is helping? -Yes.
You know what?
I'm getting out here.
And if you're such good friends, you can tell the jerk
to do as usual and forget about me!
Archibald! Archibald, come back!
-Archibald, get in! -They're shooting at us!
-Do as I say if you don't want to die. -I don't want to die!
Let go of the steering wheel. Let go of it!
-Like in the movies. -What do you mean like in the movies?
-The police! No, the police! -Pull over!
Stop the car!
Careful.
Help! I don't want to die!
That's pretty high-pitched.
Faster!
Put it in fourth. You're learning.
-Are you crazy? -Yeah.
I'm holding the steering wheel!
-Don't hold it. -You can have it!
Show some dignity! Archibald, let go of the steering wheel.
-But what did we do? -We turned.
-We turned right. -Are they gone?
No.
Breathe.
All right. I'm breathing.
Get down!
What's going on?
Are you crazy?
Get out of the way!
Brake gently.
Well, young man,
you failed.
All that to come back here?
Dalila?
Hey, Archie.
-Hey. -Sorry about Fernand.
Still, you were a badass. You escaped. Didn't you freak out?
Me? Seriously? Not at all.
Not at all? But a little though.
Or do you always squeal like that?
There was a minor setback.
A minor setback? Excuse me for not being calm while getting shot at.
-You got shot at? -From all sides. Everywhere.
You've met?
You're lucky to have a friend like her.
Real recognize real, bro.
How do I explain the escape to the president?
Our operatives are on his tail, sir-- Madam Minister.
And what does he have to say?
-Did you stop the bank transfer? -Yes.
-So you know Brumère? -No!
He says he was following some stupid ministerial memo.
Yes. Mine.
I'm sorry, sir-- Madam Minister.
Well, you know what I mean.
He can't be Brumère's accomplice.
Yes, I can see that.
-Not the sharpest tool. -Right.
-So? -He's more likely to be his target.
You want to use him as bait?
Yes.
-He's still a government member. -Yes.
So let's look after him.
Yes.
You'll get what's coming to you, big boy.
Fernand… Secret agent.
Your dad is a secret agent too.
Look, I don't care about the jerk.
I know his name is Richard, and that's enough.
What's your name again?
Call me Georges.
-Georges? -Georges, yes. As in Georges.
Georges.
I can't let you talk about Richard like that.
You'd abandon your son? Would you, Georges?
No.
You're hurt, Georges?
A bit of shrapnel, lodged between two vertebrae.
Every now and then, it hurts.
-Why do they all want my head? -Someone used your identity to sell arms.
-Why me? -Your dad gave you total immunity.
You hear me? Total.
What father gives his son a permit to break the law?
Says a lot about the guy.
-Maybe it was your mother's idea. -You clearly don't know her.
Has to be that guy's idea.
The guy who arranged for you to receive an allowance every month?
You have an allowance?
Yes. It's a small scholarship.
A small scholarship? 1,580 euros a month?
I have the government to thank for that, not--
The government?
It's responsible for your problems, Archibald.
All I know is that Fernand, my real dad, died because of my biological father.
Crazy shit.
I'm in the changing room-- Just thinking about this makes me laugh.
I get changed, put my clothes in, enter the code, and I look--
Shut up. Shut your mouth.
That's your way of--
-Shut up! -Yeah. Okay.
There's a troublemaker who's creating a problem--
-But it's nothing serious. No need to-- -What's this hassa shit?
-You know what a hassa is, Paul? -Yes.
-Hassa is a pig… -That doesn't fly straight. I know.
It's from Scarface. Sick dialogue.
Did you know Oliver Stone wrote the dialogue?
Nonsense. It's Tony Montana.
Tony Montana is a character in the film. It's not a--
-Like we give a shit, okay? -Exactly. You're absolutely right.
I can't provide transport without the papers.
-If Dad finds out, he'll kill me. -What about me?
-And if I'm dead, no more sales. Got it? -What?
No, this sale has to happen. We must trust each other, for fuck's sake.
Listen to me, egghead. Okay? With your ball-shaped face.
In this life, I only trust my dick and my word.
Here's an idea. I…
The cogs are turning.
How about we arrange a home delivery?
-Like Uber Eats? -A Big Mac delivered to your door!
Is that a deal?
Right. I like to pull that trick too.
-Lazare. -No. Not again.
I've been telling your colleagues all I did was follow a memo.
We don't think you're an accomplice of our public enemy number one.
-At last. -Rest assured.
You're more likely to be his target.
You have nothing to fear.
-Maybe a little though? -Not at all.
We're going to fit you with a mic and a tracker.
And if there's a problem, here's my card.
I don't often give it out. Lucky you.
So if I'm getting shot at,
I give you a call?
Yes.
But not after 7:00 p.m.
-And not on Fridays. It's Sabbath. -Doesn't sound good.
Are you going to tell him you're his father?
As the Issa proverb goes,
"The camel can go without water for weeks, but it drinks every chance it gets."
Okay, great.
What's your point?
I haven't found the right moment.
I wrote a letter.
-A letter is good, right? -No, it sucks.
No! I never talked to the therapist!
You sure he's your son?
It's not exactly evident.
I ran some tests.
-You serious? -Of course. I had my doubts.
So his mother was just a booty call?
I refuse to be lectured by a drug dealer.
-I've done some evil things in my life. -No, just the bike.
But drugs?
Never.
It pays for college.
Got to hustle when you don't have a dad. Or an allowance.
I don't like steam rooms.
What do you study?
Forget it.
In any case, I was working while you were saving your "non-son."
Fernand took multiple pictures of the same car.
The car belongs to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The ministry is in charge of Archibald's immunity.
The name is Alexandre Lazare.
How did you get this information?
Let's say I have contacts. People who deal with cars and plates.
Good.
Magnum and Jeroboam. A pair of mercenaries.
Hired by governments for very special operations.
Are you a mercenary?
It's in the past. Stop trying to make it personal.
If you remember, during that infamous operation,
Richard and your wife were suspected
of not being a real couple on their honeymoon.
How can I put this…
So Richard went the extra mile to maintain their cover.
Extra mile? He boned my wife!
He boned my wife.
They copulated.
But who, if not Richard,
could have met this challenge while threatened with a flamethrower?
Okay, General, I think we get it.
Madam Minister, he screwed her.
He banged her brains out.
A madman.
She was high for eight weeks.
Seriously!
Listen, Guy,
the republic will not forget your sacrifice. I promise.
What worries me is this bastard building a team like in the Falklands.
Highly trained spies. Merciless. Willing to overthrow the country.
Mercenaries of the worst kind!
Bloodthirsty killers!
Godless! Lawless!
-Don't be stingy! -I'm going to hit you!
-No phones. -See?
See?
Archibald, I need Dalila to talk to this Lazare.
You're safe here.
What? You're leaving me here?
Don't you get it? You're wanted. They'll kill you the second they find you.
-All the more reason to stick together. -Trust me.
As long as you stay here, nothing can happen to you, Archibald.
Fine. Can you call me Archie?
Archibald sounds good.
Please call me Archie, Georges. Archibald is a clown's name.
-Georges… -Sure, Archie.
"Meet in an hour. Quai de Seine. Quai d'Orsay. Alone."
"Brumère." Brumère?
Brumère is here.
He's here.
Brumère?
Do you have a cig by any chance?
No cigarettes.
-You're coming with us. -But why?
Bye, madam.
Brumère?
Where is he?
Brumère?
Brumère? No.
Hello?
Lazare, it's Brumère.
It's Brumère!
What an idiot.
Are you alone?
Yes. I'm alone.
No concealed agents.
And no microphone on me.
-There you go. -A total idiot.
Turn around.
-Put the helmet on. -Okay.
-Can you hear me? -Yes, I can hear you.
-We're going to change outfits. -What do you mean change outfits?
Forgot to mention. There are explosives in the helmet. C-4.
You have ten minutes to reach your destination.
This isn't fair! This isn't an outfit!
If you take it off, boom!
It's heating up! Move!
-He's crazy. -Or a genius.
Careful!
-Turn left! -It's burning!
A guy in briefs is easy to spot, at least.
No last-minute changes of direction, okay?
Remember, I'm in my briefs!
Wait.
Who is this guy?
I won't make it!
Come on. Faster.
You say faster! You don't have toasters on your ears!
-Faster! -I'm doing my best! I'm not Schumacher!
See what you're making me do?
Just so you know, three minutes left.
Squeze through!
-Don't stop! Turn right! -Are you sure?
Something tells me I'm going the wrong way!
Go under the arches.
Okay, but I warn you, I'm not touring the whole Paris!
Careful!
Scooters aren't allowed here!
-So is driving in your briefs. -Well, I'm on a scooter and in my briefs!
Your methods aren't very discrete!
Sorry, my bad! I can't stop!
-Stop on the left. -It's going to explode!
I said left.
It's not that complicated.
-It's him! -Don't move!
We got him, Commander Joaurd!
Don't move!
Oh, Brumère.
My ass is already in the fridge. Could you take my head out of the oven?
Is it deactivated?
-What? -The explosives that burned my cheeks.
There weren't any.
What? There weren't any?
It was stress. Just stress.
Come on.
Get changed.
Get in.
No. I'm not going in there.
-You are. -No. I'm not a plaything.
MIMI ICE CREAM ICE CREAM MAKER
What are we playing at? You never told me the rules.
Sorry.
If you're going to torture me with music, give me something more peaceful.
Something relaxing? Beethoven? Bach?
-No? Nothing? -Sorry.
-You went out? -Me? Not at all.
It was stuffy, so I aired the place.
-New smells. -Goodbye!
Turn around.
I have been briefed, sir.
I know you want revenge.
To bring down the republic. But I won't say a word!
Contact.
I ran into the killers you work with.
Yes, they're killing it. No need to exaggerate.
We do have excellent staff at the office this year.
They tried to eliminate us.
I'd love to help, but… I don't see how.
I saw that Uzi I had under my nose very well.
Who stopped the transfer?
That was my personal initiative.
Is this your car?
Your team?
The car is mine, but… I don't use it. I'm against these benefits.
No, I don't know these guys.
Your father was the fall guy for Operation Cup-and-Ball.
-My father was innocent. -I know.
And now the fall guy is you.
Ridiculous lies.
Don't try to bamboozle me. I'm nobody's fall guy.
Jacques, your grandpa, a young prefect.
In 1940, he didn't hesitate to go underground and join the Resistance
when it would've been easier to collaborate.
Were you friends with Grandpa Jacques?
-We're not the same age. -Right.
Anyway, he joined the Resistance to fight the Nazis. Right?
Not to rat on his coworkers.
The solution.
You're my accomplice, and you end your days in jail.
In prison.
No, you're way off, my friend.
"In prison."
Did you like the scooter?
It's revenge for Cup-and-Ball, you little shits!
Terminator-style.
No!
-One call to the minister is all it takes! -You can't do that!
Yeah.
Come on! Spill the beans!
Do it for Grandpa Jacques.
I don't like this…
Paul.
-He's the only one who uses the car. -Paul?
Paul. Paul Lesueur, my subordinate.
Although he's the one who hired me. A bit weird, right?
Smart, you mean. He can say he was following your orders.
Surely he hasn't taken me for a fool?
Archibald, did you go out or not?
No.
I didn't go out.
-Yes, you went out. -No, I didn't go out.
Archibald, tell me. Did you go out or not?
-No, I didn't-- -Yes or no?
Yes, I went out! I got sad, you know?
I called Momo instead of doing something I'd regret!
-Headset, glasses. -No!
I thought we were over this.
Quick!
Where are we going now?
What's going on?
Thanks for the classical music. It's nice of you.
Get down!
Who is blowing on my neck? It's not funny!
We're not in kindergarten!
Don't leave me here!
Where are you?
Quick, to the panic room!
-Okay! Enough! -Go!
Well done, Archibald.
World champion!
Aren't you going to use guns too?
Killing kills.
It's an armored door. It'll hold up, right?
Unless it's C-12.
It's not C-12.
It's C-54.
It's worse.
Don't you forget about me, okay?
You're moving.
What are we looking for?
Every panic room has an emergency exit.
Okay. And if not, what's the other option?
But if you don't tell me, I can't guess!
You have to communicate!
Gentlemen, I can sense something is going on.
Am I wrong?
Here!
If something is up, I would like to know.
-Please, I can feel something is going on. -Archie…
Come on!
I couldn't dare, so I wrote you a letter.
I have to tell you--
Fernand! I love you, Dad!
I'm not all-seeing, no pun intended, but I can sense something.
-No. -Yes, okay.
But you kind of seem to overestimate my sense of direction.
-Dalila? Where are you? Far? -In position, Georges.
Isn't it a little warm?
Come on! Hurry! Go! Come on!
Let's go! Come on!
Come on, Momo! Drive!
-Yeah. -Hey.
Problem solved.
Once and for all.
Know what we did there?
We eliminated the Mist. We blew up the legend.
Your weakness led the enemy to the headquarters. Okay?
You put us all in danger. Everyone.
You really are totally stupid.
I was feeling down.
Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.
But I exist too!
I've just about had enough here.
No one tells me anything!
I'm being pushed around, people blow on my neck, dress me up.
I'm not a puppet!
And I'm sick of this playlist!
He's right. What should we do with him?
Mr. Agent, could I get a gun, please? It's not at all secure here. Over.
The explosion happened in the lodge.
In the rubble, a hidden room was found. Definitely their hideout. Nothing left.
Did we find any bodies?
Let's hope we find patches of Mist all over the place.
Lazare was certainly there.
At least it was a clean sweep.
Shame a government member had to pay with his life.
-May he rest in peace. -Amen.
The people who tried to blow us up knew you were with us.
Now it would be nice to know if this Paul guy is one of them.
Paul…
What a disappointment.
So? Are you ready to go underground?
Microphone on the collar.
Under the jacket.
Secret service agents are very suspicious, so I need to mark your face slightly.
Listen, I've put up with a lot,
I've been cooperative, but this is a little too far.
He who wishes to get close to the lion must smell like a gazelle.
I don't see the connection.
It won't hurt. But visually, it's very striking.
As long as it doesn't hurt, I'm okay with it.
Here or here?
Alexandre?
You-- you're alive? I mean, you're not dead? I mean…
He's alive. You're alive.
I didn't catch that.
Sounds like Bantu.
-What? -Bantu?
-An African dialect? -Seriously?
-Yes. -All right.
Did you just scream?
Speak in sentences. I don't understand.
Try singing it maybe?
No.
What? Caress? Ass?
I can swear he just said, "Goodbye. God bless."
-Yes. -Okay?
Right, then.
Alexandre, Did Brumère mention anything that seemed a little odd to you?
Did he show you someone's picture?
A picture of her? Me? Anything?
No? Okay.
So, what we'll do is, you stay here, please. Okay?
Don't move.
You're moving.
Hello? Yeah, he's alive…
Maybe within the circuit…
On the contrary.
I usually bring luck.
I'm like a lucky charm.
Is it my fault if it went wrong? No.
I'm sorry, but no way. Anyway, I'm meeting him tomorrow at the pool.
We'll set a date for the sale, and then--
Can I call you back? Love you.
Morning.
-Is Lazare here? -What? Who is that?
Is Alezandre Lazare here?
Yes. Yes, he's here. Sleeping.
If you could keep it down…
We'll borrow him from you. We have a few questions.
Come on.
Big eggs…
Ah, right, eyes!
Eyes.
Like this?
Suck? Let's keep it clean, please.
Ah, bigger?
Okay. Bigger. Still bigger!
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Richard Brumère.
-Are you sure? -Sure.
Because…
Well, it looks more like Homer Simpson.
It's Richard Brumère.
Okay.
That's him. That's Brumère?
Okay…
Well?
Do we have anything? What does he look like today?
Here.
I recognize him.
That's definitely him.
The king of camouflage.
Well played, you bastard.
-He's good. -Very good.
-Very good! -Very, very good.
What?
Paul, tomorrow. Meeting the buyer at the swimming pool.
-You can understand what he says? -Of course.
The numbing of the hyoglossus muscle inhibits the percussive consonants.
Now we have to find somewhere safe to spend the night.
Either the woods or the sewers.
Ah, yes, first mission, straight to the sewers.
The sewers, Georges? That kind of sucks.
They're totally secure.
Unless someone knows a safer place.
More secure for the night, that no one knows about.
No!
As if I knew of any secret places.
He knows a secret place.
Pole dancing?
Yes, pole dancing.
It's a sport like any other.
You'll have to show us!
Oh, no. I haven't warmed up.
-Well, I'm red hot. -No.
Okay. I'll show you.
That's what I call dancing.
Yeah!
See, that's why I don't mention it. To avoid that type of reaction.
That's how we dance.
I love the pole. Yeah.
-The pole is my friend. -You're bad! You suck!
Looks like it requires agility.
Excellent for the dorsal muscles.
Exactly! See?
Your father understands the fitness side of this discipline better than you.
Why are you talking about my father?
Why?
-Because of him. Standing here. -Who?
You're wrong. Georges isn't my dad.
Aren't you Richard Brumère?
Known as the Mist.
Isn't that you?
-Yes. -There you go.
The father of Archibald Al Mahmoud.
None other than you.
You-- Surely you haven't just found out?
The old guy is his pops?
Oh, okay.
It's him?
Well, I'm not surprised. There are some similarities.
Nah, nothing.
I'm going to give you some family time.
Turn off the lights, Momo, please.
Archibald, I meant to tell you.
No.
You wouldn't have said anything if he hadn't mention it.
Considering the circumstances, I didn't have the time to tell you.
Circumstances?
-You're a bigger coward than I thought! -You can't say that.
He's here for you.
You all piss me off!
Archie!
Bro!
He's not that bad a father.
I think you need to step in.
Me?
Can't you go for me?
-You serious? -Yeah.
That shrapnel in your spine, you sure it's not an emotional issue?
-What do you mean? -It is. I'm in psychology.
I'm studying psychology.
Okay, I just started. But I can see you've been carrying this for too long.
You know, I was on a mission one day. In Chad.
Some days, nothing goes right.
That day, I took five bullets to the body. .22s.
They cuffed me and put me in a crate.
And threw me off a cliff.
-You should be dead. -No.
The hope of seeing you again pushed me to break the lock
with my teeth.
I lost three molars.
And because speeches aren't my thing,
I decided to write you a letter to explain everything to you.
I don't need your sob story.
It's simple. You weren't there for me.
To keep you both safe.
To keep your quiet little life safe.
Farah, your mother, I met her on a mission.
And you…
my son, you came along.
Agents have a rule.
Don't get attached.
Okay. I get it. I wasn't planned.
I loved your mother.
And where was your love when she got cancer?
-I was getting tortured in Chad. -He was tortured in Chad.
Yes.
Fernand wasn't tortured in Chad. He was always there for her.
And for me.
He's my real father.
Not you.
Archibald…
Stop calling me Archibald! I'm Archie!
Archie, okay?
That's not the bathroom? Okay, got it.
Archibald is your grandfather's name!
-Breakfast! -What-- Where are we?
Had a crazy nightmare. Thought we missed breakfast.
Today, Operation Swimming Pool.
We need to identify the buyer, the date, and place where the Big Mac will be sold.
The buyer is using Archie's identity?
Yes.
The sale of your "hamburger" isn't my problem.
We need to find this impostor in order to clear my name. Got it?
-That's what's most important. -We need to get the Big Mac.
We're talking about the national security of France here, Archibald.
I don't give a damn about national security!
This is my life here! Get it?
-I'm coming with you! -Archibald.
If the beard endowed wisdom,
all goats would be prophets.
-What? -Sorry.
Armenian proverb.
-Seriously? Are you crazy? -Isn't that a bit extreme, Richard?
Untie me! Dalila!
Dalila.
Momo, untie me.
For your own safety, buddy.
Momo, untie me. Momo!
-So how about a gun? -This way, young man.
-I'm a whole other guy when armed. -Untie me! You can't do that!
You've picked your side, is that it?
I don't trust her. I swear I can feel it.
-Why would he prefer to go with her? -Jealous?
Jealous? Of that old bag?
He likes that old bag.
You know, when Richard and I pick people for an operation, we look at their skills.
Right now, you don't have those skills. Maybe you'll have them one day.
-Anyway, the old bag rocks. -Do your job. Listen.
-Stretch your legs. -I am doing my job.
That's it, Mrs. Wolf. Deep breaths.
Richard, target is here.
Look. He's here.
Okay. Stay in position.
Yeah, Paul. Where are you, dickhead?
I'm not going to be able to make the meeting.
-It's a little risky. -Shut up. Why risky?
-What about the deal? -Shush.
Did you say "shush"?
Listen to me carefuly. No one tells me to "shush," okay?
I didn't mean to say it. It slipped out.
Angelo, I'm starting to get a little tired.
-Keep going, Mrs. Wolf. -No, really. I'm tired.
Okay.
What about the Big Mac?
-Marguerite, keep going. -Okay.
Marguerite, what are you doing?
I'm done. I can't keep going.
Deliver to the land of falafel, as planned.
Careful. The microphone.
-You're overacting. -I'm doing my best.
It's not an act.
Falafel. Got it? It means home delivery.
-Mrs. Wolf, are you okay? -It's either tonight or never, coño!
-Okay? -Shush.
-Stop shushing me! -I'll hang up otherwise. And you'll see--
He hung up on me.
Fuck!
-Mission aborted. -What's going on, Richard?
Richard, what's going on?
I'm drowning!
Get me out!
Archie?
Angelo, help!
But--
I do what I want!
Archibald!
Marguerite…
Mrs. Wolf!
Very slowly I want to change atmosphere, attitude…
Archibald Al Mahmoud!
Got you, impostor!
Do you mind?
-Archibald. -I'm okay.
Ladies, let's take it easy.
I'm okay…
-You killed Fernand. -The Mist.
I'll kill the legend.
Why did you kill Fernand?
Brumère!
Terrorist!
I'm sorry!
No!
Archibald?
Hey, girls. Ready to twerk?
You want to play games? Okay!
You'd need an army to fuck me over! You hear me?
I am Archibald Al Mahmoud!
You chose your team well.
Archie, you're going to get us killed! You moron.
Hey. Stop talking to me like that. No more!
Yeah.
-Water was never my thing. -We noticed.
I can't handle this mission.
Not with him.
So now it's my fault.
Always to blame.
I wanted to help you.
I know.
Honestly, Mr. Agent, if you'd given me a gun,
we'd be celebrating right now.
Just a scratch.
At least we know who the buyer is now.
Simyon Novak.
The son of the king of Taarghistan?
Isn't he banned from the country?
Paul Lesueur gave him papers in Archibald's name.
To sell the Big Mac without any hassle.
Home delivery tonight.
I'd love a Mickey D.
Did you get the fake passport?
In the heat of action, I picked up his phone.
Really?
Taarghistan is six hours away. Long way for a home delivery.
How would you get to Taarghistan without leaving the country?
The embassy!
We'll have to catch them in the act,
retrieve the Big Mac,
and apprehend Paul and Simyon.
Excellent!
Plus, Simyon's father got him sent straight back to his country.
That jerk won't bother us anymore.
-That's not good? -Of course not.
No sale means no proof, no crime, no nothing.
No, it's not good.
-I'll never clear my name? -Your dad will get the blame. So will we.
Well, I regret to inform you that my career in politics ends today.
That's a real shame, Alexandre.
Thank you, Momo.
Did you plan something? A plan B?
No plan B.
He comes to save me, and I'm still not his priority.
I did come to save you.
I put national security first.
You did right.
As an agent, yes.
As a father, no.
As an agent, you're great. You were perfect.
Yeah…
As a dad…
Agreed.
Thanks, bro.
Archibald, maybe the same goes for me.
I'd have liked a 25-year-old son who takes responsibility.
Not a spoiled brat like you who can't drive!
Who squeals like a baby when there's a fight!
Who hides behind being a student.
Look at me, Archibald.
Life is like an operation.
Life-- life is real.
You do your best with what you've got.
And you, Archibald,
you'll always be my most precious scar.
We have one thing in common.
We're both disappointed.
Sorry to bring it up again. How did you mix up a phone for a passport?
-Shut up. -They're different.
You can't miss it's a phone. I mean--
What if the sale took place tonight at the embassy?
Yes, you've clearly missed one detail, Richard.
Simyon's flight took off hours ago.
Perfect.
I don't get it.
-Simyon, where are you? -Where do you think, coño?
-At the embassy, dick face. -Yes!
We'll carry on as planned tonight. Don't forget mi regalo.
As for you, don't forget my 30 millones de fajitas,
por favor, señorita!
-You making fun of me? -Not at all. You speak Spanish…
9:00 p.m., in my private room, coño!
Hello?
He's good.
Given the security, none of us will be armed.
I sense a major operation!
This is my operation. I won't involve anyone else.
-Especially not him. -What? No!
This affects me. I'm coming. That's not negotiable.
Miss the grand finale? No way. Me and Archie are a team.
I'm not leaving Archie's side or my sister's.
What's the deal? Do I get a gun?
Nobody asked, but I'm in.
For Daddy, for Grandpa Jacques. I don't like to be taken for a fool.
One small detail.
No cash, no sale.
Thirty million isn't a small detail. It's a big detail.
Depends for whom.
Listen, the Mist, 30 million is a big sum.
But I can't say no to a man who saved my son.
The Mist, look. I almost don't feel my bruise.
What are we looking at?
But remember. Twenty-four hours.
-Okay? -Not an hour more.
It'll be here in an hour.
Thirty million in an hour? What app are you using?
TAARGHISTAN EMBASSY
Okay. The ballerina makes her entrance.
Now, Fox. Hey, buddy.
Oh, don't touch.
Why do I always play the minion?
-Hello. -Hello.
-I'd like a sparkling water. -And I'd like a Mercedes.
We all have our struggles.
That's a real man.
He's got a game room!
-A train track! - Archibald!
Stop touching everything.
Okay. The cameras are here.
We'll film the transaction and catch them in the act.
They'll check the money before the transaction.
-Let's change. -Okay.
Let's go.
-Commander? -Yes?
Richard Brumère is on the phone.
-Richard? -Guy, my friend. How are you?
You have no friends here.
For old times' sake, I'll save you some trouble.
Hugo is with me. He wants to say hi.
Constantin?
Good to hear from you.
Let's meet, Richard.
Let's chat. The three of us.
Fieldwork isn't your thing.
As your wife said, tough to perform without the right tools.
Listen to me, asshole!
He hung up.
Thirty-eight seconds! Asshole.
It's not one minute these days though.
So who's the small dick now?
Who is taking it up the ass?
-What on earth is this, Jouard? -Apologies, sir-- Madam Minister.
We're under pressure.
-Where are we at? -Good question.
Maurice, where are they?
Archibald…
Archibald.
You're upset with me about your mom.
My absence in your life was…
unforgivable.
But I wasn't ready to start a family.
Understand? I wasn't ready to start a family.
I knew Fernand would be a better father.
But I was always by your side, Archibald.
Even for your mom's funeral.
I was always by your side.
That was you?
I swear this is the last time I get dressed as a hooker.
You look great.
That dress, with your figure…
It's-- You're--
Never mind. I'll get changed. Yeah.
ARMED FORCES
-Great reception. -Thanks, I did it myself.
The ice cream is in the cone.
I repeat, the ice cream is in the cone.
What? When at the ball, you dance.
It's a little weird.
And we're on camera.
-Put your left hand on my shoulder. -What?
Put your hand on my shoulder.
-Like this? -That's it.
This is insane!
Commander Jouard. Let me in. I have full authority.
You're starting to annoy me. Not on this side of the gates.
-There is a terrorist. -Mrs. Meister-Mayer.
-How are you? -Are you joking?
You stop him.
He let her in.
Find me a tuxedo.
Simyon! I'm here, bro!
My buddy.
Is Simyon okay?
He's livid. He's watching a film to cool down.
-You okay, Simyon? -My dad chewed me out thanks to you!
-No need to-- -Shut up! I'm stuck here, like a rat.
Well, anyway--
-Please-- -You have my gift?
Yes, I have it.
Do you have my little envelope?
Evening. How are you? Yeah.
This is the latest version of the Big Mac!
-Cuddle me. -No.
Stop it!
-Touch me. -But…
Why? We have our backs turned.
There. One Big Mac to go.
Okay, right, well--
Okay. So… Fascinating.
-What's that? -I panicked.
Holy cow.
-Come on! -I'll go.
I'll leave you to your personal affairs.
-Deal! -And we have a deal.
Let's watch a movie.
-Not interested. -Simyon!
I'm here, bro.
My buddy.
They're using scramblers.
Looks like a minor technical issue…
Richard Brumère, also known as the Mist.
Dalila, plan B!
Girls.
Want to play?
Let's play.
With music!
You okay?
Magnum, get off!
No!
-No, Archie! -What?
-Follow the plan! -You're not in charge.
Let go!
No! Dad, duck!
Where are you going?
This is our mission!
No "yours" or "ours." It's mine!
You're biting me? Are you crazy?
Let go! No!
-Richard. -Marguerite?
Let go!
I've always got your back.
Hand Paul over to the police. Take the money.
You two, go with Marguerite.
-I won't leave you. -Archibald.
You're my priority.
Back in the game, at last. So long as I'm not in a bathing suit.
-Do as your dad says. -You're hurting me.
Shut up!
Hey! It's all good.
Get ready for your suppository.
Do it!
No, killing kills.
Looks like I've arrived in time.
Right?
Good job.
Very graceful, slick, and efficient.
Thanks. I haven't even warmed up. I messed up my landing.
I usually add a little more pizzazz.
You're making a big mistake.
You're hurting me, Mom.
-Did you say "mom"? -No.
Yes, you said "mom."
-Yes, you said "mom." -You did.
-I didn't say it. -Dalila.
What are you doing? Marguerite!
I'm not a weapon!
We don't need her.
Coming through. Sorry.
-Sorry? -Sure, she's his mom.
I never forget a face. I recognized her. He carries a picture of her in his wallet.
Marguerite? But… No.
No.
Don't tell me you're learning who is whose parent from me again?
You should do your homework, Mr. Brumère.
Okay.
Okay. Let's go.
Can you help or do I have to do everything?
Stop talking me down, Mom. Why do I lack confidence?
Because for all these years, you belittled me.
I have a lot going--
Hands off my son.
Marguerite…
Marguerite.
Why?
Why? For the dough, Richard.
And for justice, above all.
I had no one to keep my kid safe.
Your kid's no better than mine.
Here we go again.
In front of people. You have no shame.
Didn't know you had a son.
Had to give birth in secret in order to join the department.
But for the son of Richard Brumère, nothing was too good.
Pampered by the Republic!
Had to redress the balance.
Simyon isn't my first client. There were loads.
No trouble borrowing his immunity. Your kid is a goodie two-shoes.
Fernand was suspicious.
You killed Fernand?
-Before that fool opened your eyes. -It's over.
There was Alexandre from before. Now there's an after.
He's not the same guy.
This guy is crazy!
What happened?
-The swimming pool… -You should've done your homework.
I was a regional water polo champion.
A whiz.
-A real fish. -A dolphin.
Why the Big Mac?
The last job, and we can finally live a little.
-Yeah. -At last. I won't let you get in the way.
You're making this personal.
Dad!
We have some unfinished business.
Guy, you're late.
Yes, I'm late.
Don't worry. You'll get out.
On a stretcher.
The embassy is surrounded.
I've been waiting for this.
What? What is it?
Okay. I get it.
You mean, you and me? Okay. It's been a long time coming.
We'll do it mano a mano.
Look. There.
See?
Mano a mano!
My little chicken. Was she wearing panties?
What color?
Gently!
-Richard! -Not bad.
Santiago, 1984.
When you freed the ambassador, I was there.
Bogota, 1988.
The blind man trick.
Stop it.
Djibouti, 1993.
-Marguerite. -Hi, Guy.
You killed Jouard!
The only one who could testify against us.
-Call! -Yeah. Okay.
-Let's go! -Yeah.
Yeah. I've just witnessed Richard kill Jouard.
Protocol 62! Sorry.
-Archie, are you okay? -Is he dead?
Good evening.
Going somewhere, grandma?
You want to play?
Holy cow.
I arrest you in the name of the law!
Do something, will you?
My sister was right.
You're an antique.
Let go of my mom!
Thanks, Emmanuel.
Green light from the president. Protocol 62.
-Yes. -We can storm the embassy.
Protocol 62? Don't even think about it!
It only applies in times of war.
And what about the kid?
-Collateral damage. -Sending them to be slaughtered!
His records tell me he's not the next Nobel Prize winner.
-Let go! -You let go! It's Versace!
Let go of my mother!
Marguerite.
Buddies.
It's not what you--
Yes! It's them! I'm one of you.
-Stand back. -I'm one of you. Paul Lesueur.
Great timing, guys.
Good job.
Arrest these two clowns.
Yes. Bulletproof tuxedo.
Made in France. I'd be dead if it were Bangladesh.
Marguerite.
You betrayed me.
It's mostly Marguerite. So I'll--
-You stay here. -I'll stay. Of course.
And you, Lazare?
I'll soon be calling you Mr. Minister Lazare. Yeah…
Your family can be proud.
So?
Who is the fool now?
Minister Lazare.
And you, Richard…
you always worked with the best.
I've never had…
a better team. Really.
Archibald, you were great.
Thanks, Dad.
-Thanks, sir. -You're ridiculous.
"We won!"
-I'm so proud of you, bro. -Really?
Me too. I'm so proud. You nailed it.
-Really? -Yeah.
Marguerite?
As they say in Guatemala, the llama has always--
Shut up, Richard.
Bullshit. Guatemala, stories about llamas--
-Shut up. -All right.
-I wasn't convinced anyway. -What a loser.
Sacrificing himself for his son…
What about that plastic gun of yours?
-The Big Mac. -Yeah…
Good job. Great job.
You'll have to come to the HQ.
Of course.
Richard?
The lamb is out of the freezer.
"The lamb is out of the freezer."
Did I miss anything?
-Only the birth of your son. -Fernando…
Do it again, Doctor! I have to film it!
-You're out of your mind! -Why?
Stop looking!
Get out!
Sweetheart…
What are you doing?
I'll always be here for the big moments in your life.