Pierwsze 200 wierszy.
Is the camera working?
The statement!
Hurry.
Bring him to me.
Get up!
He's waiting for you!
Move it, move it.
On your knees!
Read this, you dog!
Read!
"In exchange for my life,
"France must give weapons to my kidnappers.
"If they don't obey within 72 hours,
"I will be executed.
"For very too far long, France, both imperialist
"and coloniolist
"oppresses people.
"It is very time for these people to slay France."
I cannot say that.
Read!
Everyone wants to be French, even you.
There are too many mistakes!
Let me say it my way.
Fine, but fast it you do!
Now I know who wrote it.
Hurry up, you dog!
Hello. My name is Hubert Bonisseur de La Bath.
And I'm alive and well.
To the displeasure of despots,
tyrants and adversaries of our beautiful country.
Sorry, enemies, send back the champagne and confetti.
OSS 117 is not dead.
What did he say?
I address President Giscard d'Estaing.
Via him, I address all of France.
France as well its regions,
its landscapes and countryside.
I refer also
to our forests, our salt flats.
And our coveted products like Burgundy,
Beaufort,
nougat, calissons, kouign-amann.
What's kouign-amann?
Kouign-amann, I'll kill you!
Before transmitting my captors' grievances,
I wish you all a happy, healthy 1981.
Erase the end and edit the tape!
Where you going?
Just dawdling.
PANJSHIR VALLEY, AFGHANISTAN
We'll have a little talk.
With pleasure.
So you have no more weapons?
Pity for a military superpower.
We have all we need!
No, there's nothing in the USSR.
Tons of weapons! Enough to blow up the planet.
Dream on!
Ready for takeoff?
Yes, hurry!
What are these?
Wood crates.
And these?
What are they?
They look like weapons.
But do they work?
Good luck, comrade!
Sorry, this is my taxi.
Original.
Found it!
I guess you're OSS 117.
And you're CIA.
In case of trouble, you Americans...
you lend a hand but... always late.
Sorry, it was Near Year's Eve. Lots of traffic.
Isn't it midnight on the dot now in the States?
Happy New Year, 117.
Well, it's getting off to...
one hell of a start.
FROM AFRICA WITH LOVE
The fate of our country...
You are my brothers!
...to offer the country
a government program for all.
January 5, 1981
Hello, boss.
Giscard for President
Mitterrand for President
Hi.
No thank you.
Service of External Documentation and Counterespionage
Good to see you.
Nice! Thanks for the peek.
- Hubert! You're alive. - Of course.
- Happy New Year, Chantal. - Same to you.
Happy New Year, Annie. Pretty view.
Happy New Year, Hubert.
Moulinier.
- De La Bath. Happy New Year. - Same to you, old chap.
"Oh!" she said!
- Hi, Jacquard. - Good to see you.
Hello, Martine.
- And thank you. - You're welcome, hello.
- Hello, Calot. - De La Bath.
I don't get a "hello"?
Excuse me.
Hello, Margaret.
Politburo!
De La Bath, you scared me stiff!
I made a blotch.
Happy New year, Ledentu.
Good to see you.
Me too. Best wishes.
And lots of health!
- Health is important. - I'll say!
Years go by and we don't grow younger.
What are you getting at?
Time flies but leaves you untouched.
I found another wrinkle this morning.
Come now. Where?
Here.
Where, pray tell?
Where? What's this?
Oh yes!
Yes, yes.
There's another one next to it.
There's one here.
Lots of tiny ones! You didn't say so.
They're all over.
Enough.
I'll go see the boss.
No, no he's busy.
I have my post-mission debriefing.
But there's...
- Happy New Year, boss. - Hubert! Happy New Year.
Glad to see you alive!
I like to see life as a series of...
Yes, of course.
Serge...
meet Hubert.
OSS 117.
OSS 1001.
1001?
117.
117!
The...
the real thing, the one and only.
The Legend.
Clammy palms, totally.
Hello.
Hello.
I am so loving this... Sorry.
Serge is our new recruit.
Really.
Forgive me. For me, you're a reference.
I'd even say, a goal.
And you're still...
in good shape. Not someone to mess with.
Handsome.
A handsome...
I mean a real...
a handsome...
Sir, I just wanted to say France is what it is thanks to you.
Yes. And General De Gaulle too.
Yes but...
- It's true. - True.
- Yes. - Yes.
- Sorry, have a seat. - I'm fine.
Serge, your passport.
And President René Coty?
What was President Rene Coty like? Was he cool?
Suit, clean-shaved, short hair.
We knew what he wasn't.
Serge, come and take your passport.
Your name is Bob Nightingale.
Bob Nighting-what?
We use American aliases now.
Cool, right?
Very.
France counts on you, Serge.
He's off to Africa tomorrow.
You know how fond
our President is of the dark continent.
He hunted 3 more elephants last month.
3 elephants?
There are tons.
Armand.
I'll kiss Africa for you and I may go further.
Start with a tie and slacks.
- Slacks? - Pants.
Good one, Hubert.
Very funny.
This is cool.
That Serge is an excellent recruit.
Seems so.
So full of pep.
Dynamism galore.
So talented! So entertaining!
And those eyes... that hair.
Like you 30 years ago.
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