(silence)
(Charlotte sighs)
Dammit! They said the results would be up by 1 p.m., it's 1:02 p.m.
- Don't worry about it. - How could I not worry about this?
Uh, did you call Elsa?
No, forgot to.
It's stress city, and I don't know, she's been weird the last few days.
- Hmm. - And I mean, if we don't win this bid...
- What? - Hmm.
- What? - It's nothing, just...
Just proud of my sister.
- Mm-hmm. - If I don't win?
It doesn't matter. You're giving it all you've got.
(Antoine chuckles) Safe to say, you're the best of the Ben Smires.
(Charlotte chuckles)
- How are things with Milou? - Hmm. We're fine. We're... dealing.
- Hmm. - You guys?
You still pissed about the whole app thing?
Hmm. Don't you feel a new little spark between you two?
(lighter clicks twice)
(Antoine laughs)
I mean, something about switching off with Eddy maybe kind of revs your engine?
Like, "Hey, you. It's the babysitter. Hmm. It's so hot."
Uh, never mind. You're the worst Ben Smires!
- (both laugh) - Hey, I'm just trying to help, man.
- (doorbell) - (heels clack)
- (Antoine) Hey. - Hi.
It's the babysitter.
For the shift change.
Uh, OK.
- Still waiting on results? - (Milou) Yeah, nothing yet.
- (door closes) - Look at you.
On time three days in a row. Impressive.
Look at you, showered and dressed three days in a row.
(Antoine) Suits you.
I'm impressed.
Hmm. Thanks.
You hot?
- Or is it just me? - Uh, no, it's freezing, but OK.
Oh, watch out. He's got diarrhea. Later!
- (door opens and closes) - Bye. Hmm.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
(theme tune)
THE LAME PLAN
THE CRAZY PLAN
THE BOOTY PLAN
THE HOOK-UP PLAN
(Milou sighs) What's the holdup?
(Milou sighs)
Still nothing.
(silence)
- (Milou sighs) - (phone ringing)
Fine. Charlotte...
(phone ringing)
I'm sorry I let you down, but, uh... frankly...
If it weren't for Elsa, would we still be friends?
What?
Well, um...
It feels like we...
Well, we never talk anymore,
and, like, we're hiding behind her, know what I mean?
(melancholy music)
Guess you're right, yeah. Without her, we'd never be friends.
(music continues)
Because we're more than that.
We're sisters.
We're sisters. For real.
Sisters who laugh together.
Sisters who... who fuck up.
Who blow insane recon missions.
(both laugh)
Sisters who live together, you know, and I mean, so much more.
Just short of being sisters-in-law.
- I mean, unless you were... - Just don't.
Come on, what else are sisters for, huh?
(music continues)
(both laugh)
ONLINE
(melancholy music fades)
(rhythmic intro)
NEW MESSAGE TO: ANTOINE I THOUGHT YOU WERE FEELING HOT...
DON'T YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF YOUR SWEATER?
(message sent chime)
(upbeat music)
ONLINE
(Charlotte gasps) Holy shit, the bid!
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I won!
- We actually won! - Yes!
- (screaming) - (Arthur) Congrats!
- Hey, we talked about that. - Sorry.
(screaming and laughter)
- Wow, we can't make this a habit now. - Oh, my bad, but whatever!
- Who's the best? Me! - You are!
- Who's the best? - It's you!
(Elsa gasps)
PIOTR KAMINSKY FOUNDATION
Oh, crap.
(music continues)
"THE KINGFISHER" BARGE WINNER: ELSA PAYETTE
- (Max) Holy shit. - (music stops)
(silence)
PIOTR KAMINSKY FOUNDATION
(screaming)
(Charlotte chants) Ta-ta, ta-ta, ta, ta!
- Ta, ta-da! - Uh, what's that?
Ta-ta, ta-ta... It's my first Pinkar!
It's over, that's it, we won the bid!
So, I splurged a little. But honestly, isn't she gorgeous? What a deal, too.
Oooh! Look, plus it's electric: 300 kilometers per charge.
Hear this door. Just "pop." Little "pop." "Pop." Bam! Automatic windows.
Check, check, close them up.
- (car horn toots repeatedly) - (Milou) Love it!
- (Charlotte) Crazy, right? Yeah! - And totally green.
- (dog barks) - (Elsa sighs)
Don't just stand there, get in! Let's go celebrate!
Uh, I mean, well, not right now. Let's celebrate later, I'm not feeling...
- Oh, come on! Because we're going on a... - (both) Road trip!
- To Barcelona, baby! - Or Amsterdam!
- Barcelona! - No, Amsterdam.
(Charlotte) Or Barcelona!
- Uh, no. Definitely Amsterdam. - Well, I don't think so.
Or, you know, Barcelona!
- Oh, come on! - (Milou) What are you, 12?
- (Charlotte laughs) Ugh, whatever! - (jazzy electronic music)
- Vamos a la playa! - (Milou) Or vamos a Amsterdam!
(Charlotte) No! Vamos a la playa!
(jazzy electronic music continues)
(music fades)
(Julio inhales deeply)
(Julio exhales sharply)
(electronic female voice) Come in, it's open.
- (beep) - Turn off your cell phone.
(click)
- (beep) - Closer.
- (whipcrack) - (beep)
Stop.
Good. I need you to be very obedient.
♪ Barcelona, Barcelona, here we come now, here we come, oooh ♪
ONLINE
- (Milou)♪ Amsterdam ♪ - (Charlotte)♪ Barcelona ♪
- (Milou)♪ Amsterdam ♪ - (Charlotte)♪ Barcelonaaa ♪
- (upbeat music) - Oh!
ONLINE
Oh, yeah! That's so hot!
ONLINE
- (music starts to fade) - (chime)
- (music stops) - (chime)
Hold on.
(chime)
Oh!
OK. It's Charlotte.
She just sent me the new app. She says we can download it now.
- Elsa. It's no use. - (Elsa) We're on. What?
I had to replace Pinkars with another company.
You won't be working with Charlotte.
I don't believe this.
How could you do this to us?
You'll never change!
(Elsa) You only think about yourself. You can't be trusted.
- (music resumes) - Hey, guys.
- (Elsa) I need... - Are you on Tinder?
- Who are you chatting with? - Don't worry about it.
(Milou) I'm so gonna hit that.
- You're not over your nympho phase, then. - Guys...
- I'm not a nympho. - Yeah, you are.
- (Milou) No, I'm not. - Hey, guys.
- You need to listen to me. - Look up the definition...
Oh, come on, man! Fucking anything that moves...
Will you just shut the fuck up and listen?
(music continues)
You, turn off the music. You, give me your phone.
And now you're gonna listen to me, OK?
- (silence) - Fine, here.
- Jeez, girl, no need to be screaming. - Yeah, I do need to scream.
Because you're not listening to me.
(passing traffic)
So, the Foundation won the bid with the plant nursery project.
- Uh, yeah. - Mm-hmm.
But not Pinkars.
And without your plans, Milou.
(passing traffic)
I'm really sorry but you're not part of the project anymore.
- (car horns) - (both) What?
(car horns)
(suit squeaks)
- (beep) - Come in, it's open. Closer.
(Julio chuckles)
- This is your first time, too, huh? Oh! - (whipcrack)
- (beep) - You deserve this. You've been a bad boy.
- (whipcrack) - Hey!
It's only my first time but I think maybe we're supposed to come up with a safeword?
- (beep) - Test-test. One-two.
This thing works great.
Bee-bop-bee-bop-bee-bop. I want some couscous. This is...
- (weird chime) - What the fuck?
(woman) Oh, fuck! This piece of shit won't work.
OK, cut. What happened? We rehearsed this! You ruined it.
And you, come on, man! I need some pep, seriously.
- What the hell are you doing? - (Chantal) We need to talk.
Let's all agree that this is clearly a case of prostitution.
- (Roman) I still have your app logins. - No, seriously, what is this?
Oh, this? This is just some imitation leather.
- Huh, 64 euros online. Not too bad, huh? - Take a look. It's super practical.
Got zippers everywhere. All right. Cool it, Roman.
That said, it's hot as fuck in here.
Look, not what I'm talking about. Now untie me.
- Untie me! I have better things to do! - That's the character! That's it!
- Just like that! - Yeah, yeah. I get it, you know. I get it.
Things aren't going well, you feel helpless, so you do it again.
(silence)
Julio?
(Chantal) Five years ago, I was living on two bottles of vodka a day.
- Point three BAC. - Pff, that's pretty high.
At that point, you're sure you're in control.
That you can slide back, just a bit.
(Chantal) That this time, it won't leave a mark.
I spiraled out.
I told my friends and family to fuck off. Even my wife.
(Chantal) Worst part is I couldn't see it.
As if it was normal.
As if I didn't deserve better.
(distant footsteps)
(Chantal) And that leaves a mark.
(suit squeaks)
(Roman sighs)
(Chantal) Doesn't take much to relapse, you know that.
(Chantal sighs)
Seriously, Julio? Nothing to say? You good with this? You're happy?
(Julio sighs)
No. Of course I'm not.
Problem is...
is that I find this world comforting.
(Julio) It's familiar.
It's straightforward: no disappointment, no judgment.
Nothing changes.
(Julio) When I met Elsa, I thought I could stop all this lying.
But I couldn't convince her.
Maybe it wasn't enough to...
to be myself.
(Julio) But you guys are right.
- (Julio) I was about to mess it all up. - (distant sirens)
How the fuck could you hide this?
Max had already submitted everything.
- Look, he told me after the fact. - Fuck, Elsa!
I bought that car on credit! I'm fucked and you...
And me? Are you serious?
- Pff! - I already quit the project!
- I needed you. - (Charlotte) Please.
I knew without you we wouldn't get the bid. Fucking Max!
No, it's my fault. It always is. It's me.
Every fucking time I really believe in something, I'm let down.
- Of course not, Char... - Don't even try to make excuses!
You just fucking used us and now we're left holding the bag.
- You really mean all that? - Yeah, I really do.
Look, I mean what I said, all right?
(distant traffic)
I'm done, we're out of here.
To think we were dumb enough to think we could trust you.
- (Elsa) No way! No. No! - (Milou) What the hell are you doing?
(Charlotte) Elsa! Give me that key! Are you insane?
- (Charlotte) You fucking moron! - I know all about Max!
(Elsa) He told me all about your plans to try to get us back together.
And I don't give a crap that you just keep fucking with my love life.
(Elsa) That you never trusted Julio.
But I still love you.
I know we always say the wrong thing and that we're clumsy and messed up but...
(Elsa sighs)
...but we chose each other.
(Elsa) Right?
You're my pains in the butt for life.
(Elsa) And being without you guys sucks.
- You're a pain, too. - (Elsa laughs) Clearly, I'm the biggest.
You know, I mean, the kind you can't even sit on because, well, you know...
(Elsa sighs)
About that car key...
I think we can all agree we're screwed. We can agree on that, right? Objectively?
I guess I may have been a bit...
- (Milou and Charlotte) Yeah! - Kind of overdid it.
Maybe just a smidge there, yeah.
- (jazzy electronic music) - I think it landed somewhere around here.
- (Charlotte) Here? - (Elsa) Pff, I don't know.
(Charlotte) So, you have no idea?
- Char? - Yeah?
What are you going to do now?
Uh, well, work on my résumé, start packing.
(Charlotte) Bust my ass before trying to play boss.
(insects chirping)
It all went too... too fast, and, uh, that's not how it all works.
- Oh, there. There's something there. - Where?
- Oh, yes. It's a rat! - What?
No, sorry. Not a rat.
(tooting)
- Ah! Look who's here. Yoo-hoo! - (vehicle approaches)
- (Antoine) What's up? - I'll explain later!
You ready?
No, not yet, got to help them find their damn car key!
Wait, what did you say?
- You traitor! You better come help us! - (Elsa) There's only three of us.
(Milou) Grab your phone.
(Antoine) Uh, let me park. Be right there.
- (Milou) Where is it? - I don't know. That's a rat, definitely.
(indistinct screaming)
- Such an asshole! - Just kidding!
(laughter)
I don't always say the smartest things, right?
But I mean, just because you fuck up once...
or twice...
or a thousand times...
doesn't mean you can't fix it.
- Yeah, that one's definitely true, Roman. - Yeah.
It's true. You can fool someone a thousand times.
Right.
- Right. - All right, guys, I'm out.
- (Chantal sighs) It's time. - (Roman) Ah, wait.
(Roman) Don't you have a change of clothes?
- I do. - (soft intro)
But I like this.
(slow heavy beat)
(Julio) Hey, it's me. Listen, I'd like you to give me one last chance.
Just because we make mistakes doesn't mean we can't fix them.
(beat continues)
(soft music)
RENT ME
- (engine stops) - (Milou) Uh... What are we doing here?
- (music stops) - Hop off.
- What? - Hop off.
(Milou giggles)
(Antoine) Ah...
You know Nadège Pitrouli?
Well, screw her.
Nadège Pitrouli? I haven't seen her since middle school.
Hey, waiting on the 26?
- (Antoine) I can go with you. - What are you talking about?
- I'm exhausted. Please, let's go home. - You know what?
Saturday.
Let's go to the movies. We'll see Sheitan.
(Antoine) I hear it's really scary, but don't worry, I'll be there.
Are you nuts? Sheitan was out in...
What?
(Antoine chuckles)
Are you redoing our first kiss?
Or we could go to my place.
Watch the Olympics.
With Hermann Maier.
- The Herminator. He's the best. - (Milou giggles)
- Or we could maybe check out that protest. - Let's go.
(soft electronic music)
(woman sings in French)
(music builds)
(labored breathing)
- What happened to your pubes? - Shut up, keep going!
(music continues)
(moaning)
(music continues)
- (gate buzzes) - (music fades)
(Elsa) Hey!
Hi.
(Elsa) Listen, uh...
It might be too late to tell you this but...
but you're not the one I don't trust.
It's me.
(Elsa) I never should have let you go.
(silence)
I never should have been weird about being with you in front of my friends.
(Elsa) Look, I should have, uh...
I should have been able to shout it from the rooftops.
- (footsteps approaching) - That you're amazing.
- (Elsa) I hope you can forgive me. - (gate clangs)
- (footsteps stop) - (woman) Hi, there.
I can wait.
- If this is a bad time to... - No, stay. I'm the one who called you.
Rachel, this is Elsa.
- (both women) Evening. - Elsa, this is Rachel.
(silence)
Oh, well, I should... Um, I'm gonna get going, all right?
Good night, Elsa-Elsa.
(familiar drums)
Good night, Julio Saldenha.
(electronic chords added)
(gate buzzes)
(gate clangs)
It's this way.
(music continues)
♪ I'm feeling you closer ♪
♪ Oh, so close to me ♪
♪ I'm feeling you closer ♪
♪ Oh, so close to me ♪
♪ So close to me ♪
♪ I'm feeling you closer ♪
♪ So close to me ♪
♪ I'm feeling you closer ♪
♪ So close to me ♪
♪ I'm feeling you closer ♪
♪ So close to me ♪