They'd said 1 p.m. for the results, it's 1.02 p.m. Fuck!
- Come on, calm down. - How am I supposed to be calm?
Have you spoken to Elsa?
Forget it. She's totally stressed out. And she's been acting weird lately.
If we don't win this call for tenders...
What?
- What? - Nothing, I...
I'm proud of my sister.
Even if I lose?
Even if you lose. You're giving it everything, you've changed.
I think you've become the best Ben Smires.
And how are things with Milou?
Fine. We're handling it.
What about you?
You still mad at her for ditching you?
Don't you feel a spark reigniting between you?
Stop it.
Like, doesn't something in the handover with Eddy turn you on a little?
Like, "Hey, you...
I'm the babysitter.
I'm feeling so hot..."
Actually, you're the worst Ben Smires!
Come on, I just want to help.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm the babysitter.
Changing of the guard.
OK...
- Still no results? - No, still nothing.
Hey! Bang on time three days in a row. Well done!
And you, showered and dressed three days in a row.
Well done!
It suits you.
Thank you.
It's hot.
- Aren't you feeling hot? - Uh, no, it's freezing. Anyway.
Oh, careful, he's got diarrhea. Kisses!
Kisses.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
THE LAME PLAN
THE CRAZY PLAN
THE BOOTY PLAN
THE HOOK-UP PLAN
What are they waiting for?
Still nothing.
Charlotte...
I know I disappointed you but... honestly...
Do you think we'd still be friends without Elsa?
What?
Well...
It's true, we...
We don't talk anymore, we don't tell each other anything.
We've been hiding behind her. Have you noticed?
Yeah, you're right.
We'd never be friends without her.
Because we're more than friends.
We're sisters.
We're sisters. It's true.
Sisters who get the giggles.
Sisters who fuck up.
Sisters who go on failed spy missions.
Sisters who suck, who share a flat. We're high-class sisters!
Yeah, since we won't be sisters-in-law... Unless you changed your mind?
Stop it.
Come on, that's what sisters are for, too.
ONLINE
NEW MESSAGE TO: ANTOINE I THOUGHT YOU WERE FEELING HOT...
DON'T YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF YOUR SWEATER?
ONLINE
No...
Oh, fuck!
Fuck! I fucking won!
- We'd said enough of that. - Sorry.
Yes!
- Calm down, it's becoming a habit. - Yes, sorry, I got carried away!
- Who's the best? It's me! - It's you!
- Who's the best? - Charlotte!
PIOTR KAMINSKY FOUNDATION
Oh, shoot.
"THE KINGFISHER" BARGE WINNER: ELSA PAYETTE
Oh, fuck.
PIOTR KAMINSKY FOUNDATION
What... What's this?
It's my first Pinkar!
We won, my business is saved!
I splashed out a bit, but isn't she beautiful?
She's second-hand.
Electric with a 300-kilometer range.
The doors open. Hear that?
Electric windows, too.
- And again. - I love it!
I love it. I love it!
- Crazy, right? - And we'll drive green.
Yeah!
Come on, get in! We're celebrating!
Yeah, but no, because I...
I don't want to celebrate, I feel a bit queasy...
- Yes, you do! We're going on a... - Road trip!
- To Barcelona, baby! - Or to Amsterdam!
- Barcelona! - No, Amsterdam.
- Or rather Barcelona. - We'll see, I think...
- I don't think so. - Amsterdam.
Or rather Barcelona.
- Oh, no! - You're such a pain.
Come on, you're the pain.
- Come on! Vamos a la playa! - Ik ben...
Vamos a la playa!
Come on in, it's open.
Turn your phone off.
Step forward.
Stop.
Good. You're going to need to be very obedient.
Barcelona, Barcelona, here we come
Here we come
ONLINE
Amsterdam...
- Barcelona, Barcelona... - Amsterdam...
Barcelona, Barcelona...
- Barcelona... - Amsterdam...
- Ona... - Amsterdam...
ONLINE
Oh, right! This is getting hot.
ONLINE
Hang on.
OK. It's Charlotte.
It's Charlotte. She sent me the new app, we can download it.
- Elsa. There's no point. - We can. What?
- What? - I replaced Pinkars with another business.
- What? - You won't be working with Charlotte.
But...
how could you do this to us?
You'll never change! You can't be trusted.
Girls...
- I need to... - Are you on chat?
- Who with? - With a guy from an app.
Ah, I think we're going to hook up...
- So, your nympho phase is not over at all. - Girls...
- It's not nympho. - Yes, it is.
- No, it's not. - It is.
- Girls... - Look up the definition of nymphomania...
Please, you jump on anything that has a pulse.
Will you fucking listen to me?
You, stop your music. You, give me your phone.
And now you two listen to me, OK?
Chill out...
- There's no need to scream. - Yes, there is.
You're not listening and I need to tell you something.
The Foundation won with my incubator project...
Well, yeah.
...but not with Pinkars.
And not with your plans, Milou.
I'm really sorry but you're not part of the project anymore.
- What? - What?
Come on in, it's open. Step forward.
Is it your first time, too? You nervous?
You deserved it. You acted like a dick.
Listen, I'm not really into all this, can we maybe agree on a safe word?
Test-test. One-two.
This thing works well.
Be-a-bi-bi-bo-bu. I want couscous.
Shit! This thing doesn't work!
OK, cut. What are you doing? We rehearsed! You ruined everything.
And you, it was sluggish. Pep it up a bit, seriously.
- What the fuck are you doing? - We need to talk.
This is a clear case of aggravated prostitution, right?
- Lucky I still had your app logins. - What's all this about?
This? This is imitation leather.
- Sixty-four euros online. Not bad, huh? - It's super practical.
It has zippers everywhere.
- Yeah. - Alright, Roman, we get it.
However, it's fucking hot in here.
Hey, that's not what I meant. Untie me.
- Fucking untie me, I haven't got all day! - There we go! Now, you're in character.
- Keep going! - Yeah, I know, I get it.
You're feeling down, you can't help coming back to this.
Julio?
Five years ago, I used to run on two bottles of vodka a day.
- Up to four grams of alcohol in my blood. - That's a lot.
You think that you're in control.
That you can go back to it, just a bit.
That this time, it won't leave a mark.
I went off the rails.
I sent my family and my friends packing. My wife, too.
Worst of all, I didn't see it coming.
It felt normal.
As if I didn't deserve better.
It's afterwards that it leaves a mark.
Fuck me!
One sip is a relapse and you know it.
Seriously, Julio? You're not going to say anything?
You good? You happy?
No. Of course not.
The issue...
is that unfortunately this world reassures me.
Because it's familiar.
The codes are simple.
No judgment. No disappointment.
I know what to expect.
With Elsa, I stopped lying.
But I couldn't convince her.
As if it weren't already enough to...
Well, to be me.
But you're right. I was about to mess up.
How could you hide that from us?
Max had already submitted the file, he...
He gave me no choice.
Fuck, Elsa, I bought this car on credit! I'm in the shit and you...
And me nothing!
I refused to continue!
- I believed in you. - Stop it.
I was sure we would lose without you. I'm so mad at Max!
Fuck! It's my fault anyway.
As soon as I believe in something, I wind up on my own.
- No, but Chacha... - Stop it! Don't justify yourself!
You used us and now you're dropping us like pieces of shit.
- You really mean that? - Yeah, I mean it.
Yeah, I really do.
Come on, we're out of here.
And to think we were fucking dumb enough to trust you.
- No... No! - What are you doing?
- But... - Elsa! No, not the key!
Have you lost your mind?
- Are you fucking dumb... - I know about Max!
He told me about your plan to get us back together.
I don't even care that you tried to fuck up my love life.
That you didn't trust Julio.
I love you.
I know we're shaky, we're awkward, we don't communicate well, but...
but we chose each other.
Right?
You're my little dummies for life.
It sucks being without you.
You're a dummy, too.
Clearly. I'm a mega dummy.
I'm the biggest dummy of them all, because...
However, regarding the key...
we're not looking too good.
- Can we agree on that? Objectively? - Yes.
- I think I went a bit... Yeah? - Yeah.
- A bit, yeah. - A bit too far.
- You totally got carried away. - Yeah.
I reckon it landed over here.
Here?
- I don't know. - Alright, bang in the middle.
- Chacha? - Yeah?
What are you going to do now?
Update my résumé, pack my stuff.
I need to work before being the boss.
You know, I wanted to do everything too fast, and...
and that's not how it works.
- There. There's something there. - Where?
- Oh, yes. It's a rat! - What?
No, sorry. It's not a rat.
Here's my date.
- So, what's up? - I'll explain later!
You coming?
No, we need to help them find the fucking car key!
You said, "You coming?"
- Traitor! Come and help us! - Yes, there are three of us.
- Come on! - Take your phone.
Let me go park.
- Where's that thing? - I don't know.
- There's the rat. - No!
- There's the rat! I see it! - No!
- Are you nuts? - I'm kidding!
I don't always say smart things.
But messing up once...
twice...
even a thousand times...
doesn't mean you can't make up for it.
- Yeah, for sure, Roman. - Yeah.
You can fool someone a thousand times...
Right.
- Right. - Alright, guys, I'm off.
Wait a sec.
- You really don't have any other clothes? - I do.
But I like it.
Hey, it's me.
Listen, I'd like one last chance.
Getting it wrong now and again doesn't mean you can't make up for it.
RENT ME
What are we doing here?
Get off.
- What? - Get off.
What?
You know Nadège Pitrouli?
I don't care about her.
Nadège Pitrouli? I haven't seen her since junior high.
Hang on.
Are you taking the 26?
- I'll come with you. - What? We just returned the scooter.
- Please, let's go home. I'm exhausted. - Know what we should do? On Saturday.
Let's go to the movies. See Sheitan.
Apparently, it's pretty scary, but I'll be there.
Are you nuts? Sheitan came out in...
Are you reenacting our first kiss?
Or we could go to my place.
Watch the Olympics.
Hermann Maier is racing.
The Herminator. He's the best.
Or we could go to the protest.
Alright.
- What happened to your pubes? - Shush, don't stop!
Hey!
Hey.
Listen...
It may be too late to tell you this but...
but it's not you I don't trust.
It's myself.
I should never have let you go.
And I should never have been so ashamed of you in front of my friends.
And I should have...
I should have been able to shout it from the rooftops.
That you're an amazing guy.
Please forgive me.
Evening.
Am I interrupting?
- I can come back later, if you want. - No, stay. I'm the one who called you.
Rachel, this is Elsa.
- Evening. - Elsa, Rachel.
- I think I better leave you to it. - Wait.
Good night, Elsa-Elsa.
Good night, Julio Saldenha.
This way.
Subtitle translation by Julia Knapp