Was he paid to be at her birthday?
Hey, was there no other solution?
A therapist, a retreat, something nice to stroke like a jumper?
A stripper, a hamster, I don't know!
- You're crazy. - Go back to stroking your blogger, then!
Watch out, jealousy is a couple thing.
- Don't tell the others or I'll... - Or what? You'll leave me?
Tricky. We're not together, so you can't leave me.
- Shut up. - It's true!
- Were we together... - Shut up!
- So, you're never going to tell Elsa? - See you!
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
THE LAME PLAN
THE CRAZY PLAN
THE BOOTY PLAN
THE HOOK-UP PLAN
You don't have his address? Any other way of contacting him?
- No email, no Snapchat, no Skype? - Nothing.
If he hasn't replied yet, that's it.
I mean...honestly.
Nowadays, who can be phoneless for more than an hour? An Amish?
What's weird is the empty contact list and the deleted texts.
- It's really weird. - A friendless Amish.
- Or a terrorist. - Do you think so?
- Or he wants to dump you. - Still no news?
Honestly, forget it.
- You OK? - Yes.
You'd say if you'd told him something at the party, right?
Speak of the devil.
Is it him?
Is it him or not?
Shit...
Anaïs just showed up.
My little sister!
- Hey... - Hi!
My dumpling!
I'm passing through for work. I'm in Paris for the afternoon.
- Oh, right... - I couldn't miss the birthday girl!
No.
I've just told your mom. I think I woke her.
BIZET HOSPITAL
Pretty.
Thanks. You too.
Emilie, right?
What's going on between you?
I don't know.
You?
From what I read, you know everything.
I almost got married, aged 20.
My boyfriend at the time said no.
At the altar.
He couldn't have told you, he doesn't know.
I'm sorry.
What's crazy is that, 12 years later, I'm scared it will happen again.
Nothing happened.
Is he unhappy with me?
You should ask him, don't you think?
- At least the party didn't destroy you. - I'm a machine.
You'll never be ready, the marathon is in two weeks.
Don't worry about me.
He's seen Elsa's new man, he wants to get back into shape.
Totally unrelated. Why do you say that?
- Jules is pretty ripped. - Ripped?
Nonsense! Have you seen him? He's a shrimp. Did you see his calves?
- He boxes so I reckon... - You reckon what?
Go get my water.
Come on, dammit! So sluggish! I need more energy!
Matt had sex all night and he's operational.
I didn't have sex.
By the way, Jules is a really nice guy.
Show-off, douchebag, shitty sense of humor.
Are you kidding me? He's a sweetheart.
- He has it all. He's a teacher... - Good for him.
It's about sacrificing yourself.
Sacrificing your salary on shoes, more like.
Max, don't fuck this up.
What?
- Are you doing your lap or what? - I'm going!
Look at this, Anita.
Relax.
Amazing! It looks so real!
- Whoa! - Isn't it great, Anita?
A getaway in Lisbon without leaving Paris.
Is that luxury or what?
And the final touch...
Click.
Thinking about Elsa?
Remember who you started this job for?
This amazing woman.
Bide your time, OK?
Keep saving for her old age, then you can play it romantic.
Faster! You lost two seconds. You're sluggish!
But he gained three.
- Keep him on his toes. - Yeah.
- Is there something going on with Jules? - No, I don't think so.
"Sweetheart, teacher, self-sacrifice." My sister gave me the same spiel.
- Did she brief you? - No.
She's done something stupid.
- I don't know. - You're lying.
That's ugly, man, after ten years. Is there anything I should know?
No. I don't know. There's nothing you should know. Really.
OK, I believe you.
If you want to know anything, just go and see Jules.
- So there is something I should know? - No, there isn't.
But if I wanted to know something, I would ask him.
- Why would I ask him if there's nothing? - Oh, please!
I'm kicking his ass with his stupid calves!
You're losing time!
OK, I'll go and see him.
Enough with the memories for now.
I need to move forward.
What's wrong, Mom?
I have to leave the apartment.
What do you mean?
I didn't want to bother you again but...
They've been nice, my contract ended two months ago.
- New caretaker in three months. - In three months?
They can't kick you out like this, where will you go?
I don't know.
Fuck...
- Thanks, Daddy. - I'm tired.
- I forgot! - What?
Well, yeah. And a little one for Mom too.
- I couldn't resist the duty-free. - We'd said no extravagance!
Oh, honey, that's so sweet.
You shouldn't have.
It's beautiful. See that, Elsa?
For fuck's sake, Mom.
Right. I need a cigarette.
- She smokes now. - She fucks, too.
Wow...
This makes a change from Eminem posters.
So...
How's City Hall? Not too much of a pain?
- No... - Not too much sun?
And with your man?
I don't know, you're dolled up, you're answering back.
There must be a reason.
Well...
- Tell me. - I don't know.
- What? - I don't know...
- He forgot his phone at my party. - Yeah...
It was my only way of contacting him so it sucks.
- Yeah, that sucks. - Totally.
There must be a way of finding him.
You could have called.
I'm 6,000 miles away, always between flights.
You know me and jetlag, I don't know what day it is.
- Well, I'm between Mom and Dad. - Ouch.
Now that's jetlag.
Singapore is cool but...
I miss Paris a bit.
And...
your sister?
What about my sister?
Do you miss her a bit too?
If she's asking, I don't say it enough.
Are you mad I left, my dumpling?
No, it's just...
We don't have the same idea of travel, that's all.
- And stop calling me your dumpling! - What?
I'm not a dumpling anymore. I "undumpling'ed" recently.
I can see that.
You're beautiful.
Right. Is there no way we can find your man's address?
I don't know...
Did he bring anyone to the party?
Yes.
Yes, he did!
"Roman Karic, Julio Saldenha. Back of courtyard."
Sorry, am I disturbing you?
No, not at all.
I was preparing a lesson. I'm the Latin Bunny.
The kids love it, they go crazy. Did Jules tell you to come over?
- No. - He's not here.
He's left for the evening.
And how did you find out...
- Good old Chantal. - What?
Chantal. You shared an Uber with her last night.
- Yes. - And she dropped you off.
Julio Saldenha.
No, Julio was my previous roommate. He was great.
But the real Jules Dupont, yours,
he gets his mail sent to his mom, Anita.
Anita...
- Anita Dupont? - Not at all.
Yes. Yes, of course, Jules Dupont.
So, yeah, Anita Dupont, obviously.
Could you give him this? It's...
his phone.
So he can call me - I haven't heard from him.
Cool. Great.
OK.
- See you. Tschüss! - Tschüss!
Boxing. Every Sunday, 5 p.m., in the 8th.
You're no Tyson yet but it looks like fun.
Why are you here? To train?
No. I never came, you didn't see me, I'm at work.
So...
Elsa's into you. I'd be pissed if you were a liar.
You came to her birthday.
So you're either dumb or into her.
I'm into her.
I just don't know what to do.
I can help you.
But I need the truth.
What you do.
Who you are.
Huh?
I'll buy you a drink.
You spoke to him towards the end. Why?
I've seen him before.
You know Jules?
Seriously? And you didn't say anything?
You're so obsessed with this new boyfriend, it's unbearable.
- Where do you know him from? - A hotel bar, three or four day ago.
I was debriefing a really annoying author. Jules sat down at the next table.
Was he alone?
- Was he alone or not? - No!
And she wasn't his mom. Or they're really close.
Fuck, I knew it!
- Max, we're getting married in 332 days. - Yes.
So deal with this ambiguity with your ex and focus on sending the invites, OK?
- I'm all or nothing, Gaïa. - Me too.
No, you don't get it.
- Why are we together, then? - Because you love me.
- Are you fucking kidding me? - I'm sorry.
- Elsa! - My name is Gaïa, asshole!
OK. Thank you.
No Julio Saldenha at Simone Veil.
No Jules Dupont either.
I'm such an idiot!
And my mates act weird when I mention him.
OK, operation "Time's Up for Jules".
Three phases. One, go back to his place.
Two, beat him up.
And?
Well...you'll have beaten him up.
OK...
Good afternoon, madam.
- Hello. - How are you?
I'm OK.
- You wore the shirt. Nice. - Yeah.
Thanks.
This summer, I have Fati till the 15th.
So, I was thinking Capri as I've never been.
Capri is nice.
I got you some Gucci trunks, you'll love them.
Thanks.
Valérie, I need your help.
Well, a favor. For my mother.
- As a friend. - Shit, is she sick?
No, that's not it...
No school today?
Private tuition?
Elsa, I can explain.
No need, it's very clear.
Julio Saldenha?!
Valérie Ziegler-Lagarde, Department of Education.
Innovative programs, Montessori, London, Paris, New York.
Hello.
- Hello. - So...
I work with Julio.
Well, I used to. I've found him less engaged recently.
It turns out he's setting up his own structure, such a dark horse.
So we're celebrating him leaving like old friends.
- Right? - Yeah.
Of course.
Elsa, we could meet, us two.
I don't know, tonight?
8 o'clock at the Chics Types? Does that work?
OK.
- Have a good evening. - You too.
Shit...
Thank you.
Pick up...
Hello, you've reached Emilie Châtaigne. Leave a message and I'll call you back.
Milou, it's me, I...
I'm totally lost.
I'm coming over.
I need to talk to you.
I know you miss me.
Start the site meeting without me, I'll be there. OK?
Yeah, we'll see about that.
- Excuse me. - But...Sorry, just a sec.
So, in 30 minutes.
OK, see you.
- Hello. Is this for prenatal yoga? - Yes, it is.
- Does that ring hurt? - What are you doing here?
I just...What are you doing here?
- Namaste, Emilie. - Namaste, Elise.
Emilie? No, I'm Emilie.
- Oh, you're the surrogate mother! - I'm sorry?!
What you're doing is really beautiful.
- Do I look... - You've skipped class for months.
Someone needs the info.
I dealt with the sun salutations, the perineum obsession...
You have no limits.
It's going to be great. The three of us can do yoga! The familia!
- Can I have a second towel, please? - Of course.
- You went all out. - Wait.
Thanks.
It's Antoine.
- Elsa's at home. - Really?
Come on, let's get changed. Thanks.
- Namaste! Come on, let's go. - Namaste...
What did you just do?
Did you just shake your head?
He didn't want to say anything. What's going on?
Go ahead, tell her.
OK, I fucked up.
You're going to hate me but you should know...
She's dating Matt.
- What? - Everyone knows.
It's been two months.
- For fuck's sake, Milou. - Matt, come down!
- We all know you're there. - He is?
- It was bound to come out one day. - Seriously, Milou?
How could you not tell me?
We're not really together, it's early days...
Hello!
- OK... - Right.
Now tell her the truth.
Like what? She knows Milou goes to work every day, not yoga.
- What? - Well, yeah.
And Matt got fired.
What?!
I'm sorry, are we really talking about me? Seriously?
What about taking responsibility?
What about Jules?
Why?
Wait a minute, what's going on with Jules?
Do you know something about him?
Huh?
- It was Charlotte's idea. - Are you kidding me?
A shit idea. Like all your ideas.
- You paid for the third date! - Paid?
Of cou...
What do you mean you paid for a date? I don't get it.
You...paid Jules?
I don't get it.
- And... - And what?
Because you all know?
Come on, spit it out!
Fucking talk!
- Well...Jules is... - Jules is what?
- It's his job. - What's his job?
I don't get it, what are you talking about? What's his job?
- A prostitute. Jules is a man-whore. - Nonsense...
No, Jules isn't...
a man-whore.
Right...
- It's OK, this is all wrong. - We meant well.
- You were so sad. - We're sorry.
- We didn't know how to save you. - Save me?!
Save me from what? Am I that pathetic?
No.
Don't touch me.
You know what? I never want to see you again. Any of you. Ever.
I want you out of my life.
It's all your fault.
I'm sorry?
Are you serious? "Let's call him back." Ring any bells?
The unemployment, the overdraft, the half-assed plans.
You needed a good old fuck-up to spice things up!
Fuck off with your scorn!
What? Do you have any life plans other than pissing about?
Depending on your brother?
Fucking up Elsa's love life?
Secretly blowing Matt?
Go ahead, I'm listening.
Nothing.
A failure. That's what you are. You're a failure.
- I'm such an idiot. - For once, we agree.
I'm the only one who defends you!
"No, Emilie isn't a bitch who treats her man and friends like shit."
"She's not a rich kid with fascist parents."
- They're not fascists. - Sorry, they're just very conservative.
Well, you're going to leave my very conservative parents' flat.
I was wrong actually.
You see yourself as a mother?
You're nothing, man, you're hollow.
You have no heart. You're empty.
You're the worst.
If you weren't dating my brother, I wouldn't look at you, you disgust me.
On the contrary, look at me closely.
This is the last time I waste my energy talking to you.
Subtitled by: Julia Knapp