Your girlfriend's birthday - I love it.
- Keep a low profile. - I'm just your roommate.
- And your colleague. - Yeah.
You know, like Pinky and the Brain. A real team.
They'll buy me, for sure.
Particularly the Dead Poets Society fans.
- "O Captain! My Captain!" - Right...
So now it's the Dead Poets Society from Marseille?
Hey, the teacher from the calanques who silences the cicadas...
- and the sun... - No.
- OK, not Marseille. - No.
- Nor Dead Poets Society, all right! - Thank you.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
THE LAME PLAN
THE CRAZY PLAN
THE BOOTY PLAN
THE HOOK-UP PLAN
Surprise!
Not bad, a bit punchier, all right?
Philippe? Happy face.
Matthieu? Less depressed.
Charlotte? More meerkat.
Ten minutes!
I don't know what we're doing here.
You always moan about not seeing my friends. Now's your chance.
- Don't leave me. - I won't.
Hey...
- Hey! - I love your style.
- Thanks. - It's great you're so at ease.
I mean, in your condition.
Very, very tight and very sparkly.
Yes, I'm Katarina Witt, figure skater.
Olympic champion in '84 and '88.
The '80s! Tonight's theme.
Well, the theme which was changed behind my back!
"Walk of shame" was better.
Cells in the bowl, Polaroids for the pics.
It's the '80s, guys!
- Seriously? - Yes!
Champagne for the beautiful Gaïa, welcome! Here you go.
- '80s! - Walk of shame!
- In the '80s! - Walk of shame!
- No! - To us!
Coats this way, follow me.
Oh, Antoine. "I'm coming." About time!
Nine minutes! Everybody, hide!
He's taking the piss.
I'm making a big effort because dinner with your dad...
Shit!
- Fuck! No! Open up! It's me! - Mom, don't start!
I have an idea, let's go back downstairs.
Two floors for the glutes.
- Tighten them up. - No, Mom!
You need it, come on!
- Let's go! - "Come on..."
Come on, for real.
Otherwise, we'll be early for...
- Oh, no... - Don't worry, Mom, I can fake it.
- Sorry, darling... - Come on!
Open up!
Three, two, one...
Surprise!
No!
Surprise...
Whoa...
- You guys are crazy! - I'll handle the music.
- I really didn't expect this! - Oh, yeah?
Really?
- Give me your coat, cell in the bowl. - Yeah! OK!
- Louder, Matt! - Yes!
You OK?
I'm so happy!
Hey.
Good evening.
You sure you were invited?
Hey, you!
- Happy birthday! - Thanks, Daddy.
Wait a sec.
Let me take a photo. Hang on.
There you go, step forward.
- Like this? - Yeah.
Come on, let's take a pic together!
- Photo! - Photo!
- All good? - Yes!
OK, OK!
- One, two, three... - Waikiki!
Look at Gaïa in the pic.
- Oh, yeah, you can't see her. - You're such bitches!
- Come on, come on! - Come on!
- Are you OK? - This bouncer here is my sister.
And that guy, there...
he's the traitor.
- What about your class? - Where were you?
- I got away. - You've been drinking.
- Roman, nice to meet you. - Guys!
Nice to meet you.
This Taliban here is my girlfriend.
Not my wife, my girlfriend.
We're not married.
I was with some mates and I smoked loads.
Yeah, all right.
Happy birthday!
He's drunk...
Yeah...
I'm happy you came.
- Hello. Roman, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
It was my idea to invite him in case
you had the idea of throwing me a surprise party without me knowing,
of course, because I absolutely didn't know.
- So, I thought he could... - Very well.
- We can get to know each other. Sweet! - Yes. You're so sweet.
This is so cute.
You like each other already.
Did Matthieu go this way?
- Yeah... - I'll go find the traitor.
- Take it easy, it's Elsa's birthday. - I want to kill him.
Please, for once, think about me.
Antoine! Now's not the time!
You're an asshole.
But I got used to the idea.
Right...
- Wait, used to the idea of what? - Of us, I think.
Of us? Like, you and me?
Like hand heart, lovey-dovey couple, ew?
- "Ew"? Really? - Yeah, it's a trap!
- We go rather well together, don't we? - "Go rather well together..."
Leggings and Converse go well together but I can also wear jeans, get it?
- No, not really. - I don't mind if you see other chicks.
Am I interrupting?
- No, we were talking about clothes. - Great.
Eviction operation. I'll take the whore, you take Harry Potter.
- I mean, Henri Pottier. Now. - OK.
So, you're a teacher too?
Well seen. Did the velvet jacket give me away?
His classical side.
I'm actually a Latin teacher.
At primary school?
Well, I...
I need to borrow him a sec, birthday secret.
- OK. - Come.
Fancy a...beer?
Veni, vidi, vici.
Latin...
I like Elsa, I don't need to be paid to be here.
Listen, I want to believe what you're saying, really.
In other circumstances, we could have been mates.
But you booked me because you love her, no?
- Yes. - Right.
No one could have predicted this, so let her choose!
But you're the Frankenstein of sex. A big green-eyed lie.
You don't even exist.
And that will destroy her. Get it?
Because you two have done nothing wrong.
If Elsa finds out the truth, you'll be in trouble too.
Yes, we'll all be in trouble. But some more than others.
We'll see.
Hey, I'm not saying this just to be a pain.
I get that you want to play a role, be part of our group.
But you'll never be like us.
- I trained as a dancer so... - Oh, right! Sorry.
Tell them to stop the coke in the bathroom. I'm bursting.
- Right. - Are you flirting to evict him?
Who's that "passionately curious" trashy chick with Matt?
She's Cédric's guest. His cousin.
- Lives in London. - She didn't dress for the theme.
- She did. - She didn't.
Hey, you forgot the theme! It's supposed to be the '80s!
- She didn't! - The '80s, really?
She didn't dress for it.
Get rid of him now.
Hey! You didn't dance like this before our divorce.
Just saying, though. I don't care.
Of course not.
30 years old.
You must have done something wrong.
- I don't know what but... - What are you saying?
I don't know, what 30-year-old still lives with her dad?
You're smothering her.
Listen, this is her night, let her be.
Cheers!
I actually work at the SRS.
You mean at the CNRS?
- Exactly. - Right, OK.
So, you wrote a thesis on quantum physics and you teach Latin at primary school?
- Is that not frustrating? - I'd say it's pretty dodgy.
Teaching is the art of adapting oneself.
I mean, Latin is dope!
I love it!
Bottoms up!
I love it!
- She's out of line! - Forget about it.
Wait, no.
What? Are you ashamed of me?
No, not at all. It's just... This is very new to me, that's all.
It's new to me too.
Here.
I have something for you.
A gift!
Whoa! A pig?
Miss Piggy.
So cute.
The gift is actually inside.
- So cute! A USB stick! - No!
- I mean, yes, but the gift is inside. - Oh, right.
It's kind of homemade but...
it's for you.
Thank you.
Don't mind me!
Mom, I...
This is Jules.
Great!
Look, honey. Look what I made you.
A beautiful cake.
There you go!
You'll be pleased, there are only 130 calories per slice.
So you don't get fat. Now's the time to be careful!
Right?
How are you, Jérôme?
Have fun! This is cool.
Your mom seems nice.
Are you OK?
Yeah, it's just that photo isn't me.
Oh, right. Who is it?
It's my sister, Anaïs. You know, the one who's more...everything.
Right, OK.
You know what?
As much as I like your mom, this is one ugly-ass cake, no?
There we go. Look.
Safe place for it.
If we get hungry, there's pizza.
No?
With Cha and Milou, that's our ritual:
two flavors, three girls, six slices.
Whoa...
And I eat both flavors.
And I think you're beautiful.
Hey, lovebirds!
You're so cute!
Five, four, three, two, one...
See? I told you.
Unbelievable.
Can I hang?
- I'm not sure this is great for the baby. - Not at all.
Here.
OK...
Things seem a bit tense.
Totally.
What about you, with Elsa?
Is it serious or...?
I mean, she introduced you to her parents.
Knowing Elsa, that means something.
- You know how to stress a guy out. - Dude, stress-wise, I have my fair share.
- I'm struggling to deal with it too. - Don't deal with it.
Let off some steam!
It's simple. I box every Sunday at 5 p.m. in the 8th.
Come along if you want.
Silence, please!
Elsa! Young Elsa is wanted in the living room!
Yes...Milou!
- So formal! - Yep.
Queen of the night, right? Milou!
Right, well...
We lied to you, the online kitty was full to bursting, right, Milou?
Yeah, absolutely!
We wanted to get you a gift that reflects you, a special gift.
A generous gift.
You're crazy!
Yeah, crazy...
A cow?
A gnu! Saved from the slaughterhouse by you. Meet Caroline!
You're her sponsor! Amazing, right?
Right?
Thanks, everyone.
And thanks to "gnu".
That's the last time I contribute online.
1,200 euros! Fuck!
Caroline earns more than me! Milou should marry her.
- Caroline! - Thanks, buddies!
- It's so cool! - You'll need to write to her.
- You think? - No!
It's a gnu!
So?!
- You OK, honey? - Great!
A gnu!
Right, OK...
Sorry.
- You teach at Jeanne d'Arc, right? - Yes.
Was it not renamed Simone Veil last year?
Yes, of course, force of habit.
You teach in 1,000-euro shoes?
They were a gift.
That wasn't my question.
I know where to get a deal.
Does your ugly buddy know too, with his 800-euro Jordans?
- At least, he knows how to dance! - He better take it easy.
Haven't we met?
I don't think so.
Hey, buddy. The chick at 11 o'clock.
She's not hitting on me.
Not at all.
She's setting me on fire.
Hey, easy, tiger.
Right, enough of that.
Leave me alone.
What if the baby were to come now?
Huh?
I'd pray for the baby to be cooler than you.
What?!
Who are you texting?
Thanks for the invite.
Sorry about the other day. I think...I was a bit blunt.
We're even.
I was never the queen of finesse either.
Not to be mistaken with fitness.
Shit, you're so not funny!
I'm really happy to be here. You mean a lot to me.
- I'm sorry? - You mean a lot to me.
I'm exhausted, shall we go?
Honey, it's only 11 p.m. and it's Elsa's 30th.
- But you promised... - The one time we go out, Gaïa...
Forget it. I'll go.
Sorry, this isn't going to work.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Here.
It's only small but I thought you'd like it.
Thanks.
- Shall I open it? - You shouldn't have. Yes.
- May I? - Yes.
Thank you.
You know what? I shouldn't fucking be here.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Elsa
Happy birthday to you!
Where's Jules?
Happy birthday!
Blow!
Hey, Elsa.
Here's a song I wrote for you, for your birthday.
I hope you like it. That's it.
Happy birthday.
Your Katie chucked you out Your Katie chucked you out
Heading home from work, miss?
Or maybe you're starting?
TRYING NOT TO THINK ABOUT YOU SO WATCHING NETFLIX.
WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?
- YOU NEVER BORE ME. - HOPE I DIDN'T BORE YOU.
- GOOD TO SEE YOU TONIGHT. - NOT TOO DRUNK?
What's good about you gays is that you're supposed to be open-minded.
Just go for it, Chantal.
I'm a great opportunity for you.
A new experience.
Understand what I'm saying?
Chantal?
Where are you going?
- We can just be friends, that works. - OK but shut up.
Shall we share an Uber?
I'm sorry...
I did something awful to Elsa.
Subtitled by: Julia Knapp