I'm glad you came.
Are you OK?
Are you paid to be here?
OK...I was going to tell you tonight.
It's all true?
So, it was all fake.
The aquarium.
Roger la Grenouille.
My dad's couch.
Boby Lapointe.
You must have had fun.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I would have lost you.
I was caught off guard.
What could I do?
Does it matter? You lost me.
But I must have made it easier for you.
I'm a fucking idiot.
I was so scared you wouldn't like me that I didn't ask anything.
- I'm such a fucking idiot... - I'm being sincere.
Elsa!
I'm in love with you.
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THE LAME PLAN
THE CRAZY PLAN
THE BOOTY PLAN
THE HOOK-UP PLAN
You're pissing me off, not Milou.
Whatever. We can make noise now.
The failure is late for her shitty job!
What's this?
I couldn't sleep.
So, I worked all night. Well, "worked."
I had another stupid idea: Pink Cars.
Uber by women for women.
Pink Cars?
See, you think it's lame too.
At least wait till I'm gone to laugh.
A gift.
Stop clomping around. I'm going crazy.
Yes, OK.
Thanks, Antoine, for the Weetabix!
Milou, for fuck's sake!
Love you, bro!
It's hell.
I'm sick of them.
Oh, it's you?
No, it's Catherine Deneuve.
- Where are you going? - To yoga. For real.
That's how out of control I am.
Now we both feel left behind.
I know. That's what you told Manon in those texts.
OK, I kind of asked for it. But we could have talked about it all.
About Jules.
About the construction site, about yoga.
About Manon.
I don't care about Manon. Honestly.
You don't believe me?
No.
I don't believe in myself.
I thought I could deal with it all.
I feel like such a loser.
Come here.
Listen to me.
The Emilie I love is a strong woman.
A super talented architect.
She makes me proud to be the father of her child.
She's not this selfish Emilie who thinks only of herself.
Who lies and destroys everything.
I'll be careful.
Thank you.
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Right, Jules works the streets. So what?
I'm sorry?
You're on a date. One of you pays the bill. Prostitution.
In a club. A guy, or a girl, gets bought a drink. Prostitution.
At work. Sleeping with your boss. Prostitution.
- That's borderline. - OK, bad example.
- That's going too far. - A little, but lighten up.
I'm pathetic.
Wow, you're good at lightening up.
But how do I crawl out of this loser's spiral?
Chantal, I...
It has to stop, it has to change.
- That PR dick is the last thing we need! - Elsa, we need to talk.
- Oh, no... - Or I'll talk and you don't have to.
I'm on mat leave, I have time.
- Please. - No, no, no...
Tell her no.
Two minutes, they won't let me in. Please, I miss you.
Elsa, I beg you, come back.
- I know I fucked up. Elsa! - She can't hear you.
Sorry.
BIZET HOSPITAL
What's up?
Mehdi told me you taught him to draw rockets.
Well, yeah.
He was struggling so I showed him.
FOR MANON
Oh, right.
We need a different method.
Right. His parents would appreciate that.
I'm sorry.
About Emilie.
I know she came by.
- She read our texts and I didn't want... - Don't worry about it.
Did you say anything?
Did you tell her...
The truth.
So, nothing.
Well, enough for her not to want to come back.
Your wife is sweet, you know.
Free ice-cream tasting!
Ice-cream tasting!
Come on, ice...
Fucking hell!
Fuck!
Are you OK?
Are you coping?
You came all the way to laugh at me?
- Pink Cars. - Oh, yeah, that.
I've been thinking about it. It's a great idea.
- Yeah, whatever. - I'm serious.
- Madam, free ice... - No, thanks.
As if you were on a diet.
Hey. I'll help you.
- Do what? Sell dodgy ice cream? - No!
You really think it's good?
Are you motivated to work on the project or not?
Maybe, I don't know. Forget it.
Sir? Ice-cream tasting? Chili rose?
- See? I'm useless! - No, you're motivated.
You're direct, you're frank, it's great.
- Would saying "No, thanks" burn your ass? - Maybe a little too frank.
It's OK, we'll work on it.
Are you saying that to make me happy? To be "couply"?
You're so fucking annoying, you're unbearable.
- Nice hat... - Stop it!
Jules?
Jules Dupont?
Himself.
Right...Well, come in.
Let me talk to her.
Well...
Yeah.
So, what do I do now?
Let me talk to her so she can tell me herself.
Karine?
How are you?
I'm sorry about Jules, what happened with the girls.
Don't be, it's not your fault.
You're the only one who's not been a dick.
I saw Milou came by? I thought I saw her...
She left.
Is Karine not Gaïa's sister?
She cancelled the wedding.
Oh, right...
Shoot, I...
I'm the one who's sorry. Why?
Too many doubts.
That Gaïa may not be as stupid as she looks.
Have you got your coffee now?
Sweetener.
- What are you doing tonight? - Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I don't fancy anything.
Do you want to...
Stirrer.
And you're stirring here?
I don't know if I want milk.
Don't you want to talk to a friend? I could do with that.
Please.
OK.
Cool.
OK, so...
- I'll pick you up. - OK.
Great.
What?
It's all right, he's a mate now.
Yeah.
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CHANTAL: ELSA IS SEEING HER EX TONIGHT!
Where are you going?
To sell my suits and the scooter. For rent money.
I need to tell you something.
I'm listening.
It's about Elsa.
We last fought just after your birthday.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
She thought there was still something between us.
Stupid, right?
Yeah, it's...
That's stupid.
Then I told her I'd never seen you look so beautiful.
That's really stupid.
But...
thanks.
Elsa? Elsa?
I'll always be here for you. You know that, right?
Sorry.
- Excuse me. - No worries.
My name is Julio Saldenha.
Jules?
I was born on 24th September 1987. I'm 31.
6 foot, 12.5 stone, Libra.
Libra ascendant.
I'm a man-whore, an escort, a gigolo.
I did it to help my mom and then I continued.
160 euros an hour, two hours a day for four years.
- That's 573 clients aged 23 to 72. - We're out of here.
I support my mom and roommate but they're not a burden.
I have to pay my dad's debt,
which will be hard, as I've stopped everything.
I have no diploma, and even less experience.
- And my mom will be homeless soon. - That's enough.
Wait! I control everything.
I predict everything. I separate everything.
Except Miss Piggy.
43 days ago.
She eats like an ogre, laughs like a Viking, talks to the fish.
She freaks me the hell out.
- Thanks. - But there you go.
With a simple smile, she makes me want to start over.
If my dad was alive, I'd tell him I'd met my dream girl.
I got lost.
But thanks to you, I want to believe in myself again.
Start over.
We can start over.
Good luck, Julio Saldenha.
I hope it works out for you. Let's go.
Elsa!
Wait. I get that you need time to think.
But I will wait for you.
This isn't a rom com!
Listen, next Thursday.
Next Thursday, in a week, I'll wait here.
Until close at 8 p.m.
Until close, please, and if you don't come, I'll disappear.
Next Thursday!
Hi, honey.
THURSDAY / FRIDAY
I'M EXPECTING A BABY
FRIDAY / SATURDAY
Hello?
SATURDAY / SUNDAY
WEDNESDAY / THURSDAY
WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?
WHY, WHERE ARE YOU?
CITY HALL, BY THE FOUNTAINS
So, this guy is waiting for you.
And you ditched him.
Yes.
Him and...
everyone else.
What?
I'm leaving, Anaïs.
Far away. Like you did.
- You can't do that, my dumpling. - Stop that already!
OK!
Trust me, it won't solve your problems.
I know but I...
I want to create my own problems, I'm tired of people deciding for me.
I...
- I'm stagnating. - Huh?
I'm a sole.
A sole?
Yes, you know, the fish that hides at the bottom of the sea.
I'm the same, I hide.
I hide behind Mom and Dad.
At work, behind Maxime, I...
I'm a hider. A hider. I...
Gosh, it looks like that needed to come out.
Come here.
My love...
Thanks for coming to see me this time.
It does me good.
Me too.
- You know what? - What?
- Go. - No.
Go and ask him for his side of the story.
If he wants to see you, there must be something.
- Apart from all your things. - Stop it! No.
Go back to Daddy's, then.
Listen to a sad song, have a good cry and then go.
- No! - You've got nothing to lose!
Oh, boy!
Shit! You're going to miss your flight.
We need to go.
Elsa!
SORRY, ELSA
Hey.
OK.
Elsa won't come.
- She wants to forget you. - How would you know?
- You won't give up, will you? - No.
Too bad, I'd prepared some money.
You know, to tide you over.
So you disappear out of her life.
- But you wouldn't have accepted, right? - No.
And your mother...
Would she accept a City Hall flat?
Capped rent. Nice location.
What are you playing at?
Is this a quarter-life crisis?
You were engaged but couldn't deal with your ex seeing someone else.
What's that about?
I know guys like you. You know why?
Their girlfriends pay for me.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I am a dick.
But I've known Elsa for 13 years.
I know her by heart.
And you're making her suffer like a dog.
I gave her a hard time too but you...
Fuck! You're destroying everything.
Her self-esteem, her bearings.
You even separated her from her best mates, her sisters.
And that's not about to improve.
- I don't get it, what do you want? - What do you want?
You don't love Elsa.
You want to own her.
Except the Elsa you knew has changed.
And you won't accept that she's better off without you.
What can you offer her?
Huh? You know nothing apart from hustling.
You can't even make your loved ones happy.
Do you really want to involve Elsa in that shit?
I really went. Crazy, right?
I went to yoga.
But don't get too excited, I've never been so bored.
And you should see the other students with their tight Buddhist nympho asses...
Anyway...
Apparently, I do the butterfly and lightning bolt quite well so...
I'm trying.
It's a good start, right?
You'll need to tell your daddy.
SORRY, ELSA
So, you have threats...
opportunities...
strengths...
weaknesses.
Bit of a pain but it's the basics. You kind of have to do it.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
- It's nothing. - No, but...
It's true, though, studying,
traveling,
working,
I don't really relate.
Who cares? It doesn't matter.
This is two years of business school, a couple of books on marketing, it's nada.
- Your talent is priceless. - Yeah...
You can sell ice cream to anyone.
You smash every job you get.
You have the gift of the gab, you're radiant.
People want to listen to you.
That's priceless.
That's talent.
You can't learn that.
So, what could your threats be?
Uber.
Potentially.
G7 Taxis.
Strengths. What are your strengths?
- Your strengths? - My concept.
Your concept. Pink Cars.
- Here. - Thanks, Daddy.
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Back to square one.
Things will work out.
They meant well.
What if he was a good guy?
Why are you talking about him?
You've been going around in circles for a week.
Only Jules can answer your questions.
So, if I were you, I'd go and see him.
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