- So...Are we ready? - Yes.
Let me see...
No looking just yet.
There we go.
I've noticed the first client of the day is often the keenest.
You could say that.
Take a look at yourself.
Beautiful.
Tell me, what kind of ceremony are we talking about?
Complicated.
All right.
Do you want me to take a photo for your mom?
Absolutely not.
All right...
Here.
- For your bridesmaids? - I don't have any.
I accused one of blowing our friend and we hired a man-whore for the other.
- For your groom? - He doesn't know.
He might not say yes, I've been awful.
All right.
All right...
- Keep the dress and we'll call a taxi. - All right.
All right?
Taxi!
We have a woman in labor!
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
THE LAME PLAN
THE CRAZY PLAN
THE BOOTY PLAN
THE HOOK-UP PLAN
FOR DADDY
You're even late telling me you quit.
HR sent an email at 7.
Sorry.
I'd asked them to wait so I could tell you myself.
So, you weren't kidding?
- Buenos Aires? - Yep.
Actually, you picked the right time.
ELSA. Establishing Liaison for Street people Association.
The association you contacted is applying to transform the sports hall.
Well, at least, I served a purpose.
It's a great leaving gift.
Come here.
- Are you leaving because of the PR dick? - No.
His demented hyena eyes have been looking for you everywhere.
Come on.
- Get out of here! - OK.
So, we're letting that asshole win?
- You stop the only thing you're good at... - Thanks.
It's better for Elsa.
What if she came to the bar?
It's over, dude, OK?
Now we need a solution for my mom.
You can tell Mom...
"Mom, I lost my job, I'm struggling, but don't worry, I've got it."
Tell the truth, be honest, Chabichou-style.
I'm done with lying, OK?
My dad did enough of that.
So, I want to save, find a normal job, move and take responsibility.
OK, so, we're breaking up?
What are you talking about, stupid? Hang on.
You know you're the only person I can trust.
What film is that from?
- No film, I'm being honest. - Yeah, whatever.
A smoking relapse isn't the best way to avoid me.
What? I'm not avoiding you.
That was me being hysterical.
You seem to like it.
Milou isn't hysterical, she's just insecure.
HR-43-OI-75!
- Write it down! - Fuck!
The jerk kicked me out, thinking I'd give birth in his wreck!
Calm down! Up you come!
Breathe!
- What's this dress? - Is this the right time?!
I'm going to be a dad!
I better get a room ready.
Crazy to think we're going to meet their baby.
Our best friends' own human being.
It wasn't supposed to be today. She'll do anything to piss me off.
Fine but hurry or we'll be late.
Calm down, a baby is born every four seconds around the world.
And it's Moules-Frites's 180th birthday.
I bought him Lebanese kofta, he bloody loves it.
- Did you not have an interview? - Postponed.
She could postpone.
I'm working on my project, Pink Cars, remember that?
With your stupid marketing tools,
I mean, tools that are essential to the setting up of a company.
Page 183: "Take advantage of your anger before it takes advantage of you."
I.e. stop being a dick.
Right, I'm off.
- Bye! - Yeah, whatever.
Wait! We need to take Milou's bag!
Just like his mother.
No, that voice is from my side.
- What's this? Who's this? - Who's this?
- Who is it? - Oh, yes...
- Oh, yes. - Who's this?
That's better, isn't it? You just needed Auntie Chacha's dolly.
Didn't you? Yes, you did!
- I'm your favorite, right? - No, I am!
- Uncle Matt is your favorite. - No, Daddy is!
Let him be, he must be tired.
Are you tired after a water park?
Milou didn't exactly help him down the slide!
- Right, my love? Mommy's lazy! - I can hear you!
- A bit lazy. - Still can.
Thanks for bringing the bag I'd prepared for the charity shop.
- Really. - Milou.
If it wasn't so messy, I'd have found the right one.
- Messy? Seriously? Who's talking? - You two seem to be getting along.
Great.
Hey.
Here.
Thanks.
Coffee?
- Coffee? - Yeah.
Oh, coffee! Yes, coffee.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
- He's beautiful. - Thanks.
Hold him if you want.
This is for him, too.
- What's his name? - We haven't decided yet.
Are you OK?
You?
- Great. - Amazing.
Same.
- I'm happy you're here. - Me too.
I came for him, really.
- Hey! - We'd given up on you.
- Yeah. Congratulations, dude! - Thanks, man.
- Thanks. - It's amazing. Really.
- How's it going? - Good and you?
- Right... - Where are you going?
To see Elsa. And the baby. The baby, as well.
I mean, not as well. I'm going to see the baby and if...
Max, now's not the time.
- Why not? - How's your breakup?
- Gaïa? It's awful. - Yeah...
- It must be hard. - Is Elsa up there?
Let them be, they need to talk.
She's upset, she needs me, that's all.
Hey, guys, I'm a dad!
- Let's grab a coffee. - OK.
Come on.
Are you really leaving?
It's funny.
No one believes me when I'm the only one who hasn't been lying.
I need a change of scenery.
Buenos Aires.
How long?
I don't know.
I wanted to tell you...
It's too late for that.
Right?
It's too late.
I'm not a fairy godmother.
I won't tell you that life is amazing.
You'll be disappointed.
Frustrated.
You don't even have a name so that's not a great start.
But it's worth it.
You've got to hold on.
And grab all the love you can.
Because love really is...
Love is great.
Well...
usually.
I'm leaving.
I don't know how long for.
Long enough to get over...
a dirty trick.
In the meantime, look after these two nuts crying behind me.
Bye.
Buenos Aires?!
Buenos Aires.
I've never seen her like that.
Don't worry, you'll work out.
And you're an auntie now!
Yeah, and you're going to be seeing a lot more of me.
What do mean? We already see you every day.
Yeah, but you're going to need me 24/7. You won't be able to cope on your own.
You live upstairs, Milou's letting you stay.
I'm talking about sleeping with him. Next to him, right there.
What's going on?
Charlotte?
Spill the beans.
OK, fine. I put the flat on Airbnb and we have guests tomorrow.
It's only temporary!
Are you crazy? Do you want her to kill you?
You just made up!
So what, the Airbnb guys come down while we're having breakfast?
Please, Antoine, just while Milou is in the hospital.
I'm in the shit, I need money to invest. Please.
OK, I mean, I don't know. I'll think about it.
I'm off to see the baby.
- What? - You're going to be a great dad.
- You think so? - 100%.
- Best bro del mundo! - And you'll be the best auntie del mundo.
- Right, see you! - See you.
- Buenos Aires? In Spain? - Huh? No!
Why is she leaving? To get a job?
To raise llamas?
- Excellent. - Wait a minute! 6 o'clock.
Au-pair. Scandinavian. Arrived a month ago.
Not a word of French.
Culture shock. Emotional isolation.
Feeling blue, she's for you.
"Brüstübrüt"?
No, I'm good, thanks.
- You're as useless as your mate. - What's this got to do with Jules?
"I'll let you think about it for a week and then be a no-show."
No wonder Elsa's leaving.
- Hang on, Elsa came? - Think in terms of situation.
CASTING FEEDBACK
Stay focused!
Sorry, I have to go.
Sorry! See you!
Yes, but keep the target in sight.
Miss!
No? OK.
Or Sabri.
Sabri's nice, right?
Even he seems to agree.
- Edouard? - No...
- Edouard? - No!
- I think he prefers Edouard. - I just want a nod to his roots.
And honestly, Edouard?
Talk about a stuck-up old snob.
Precisely. I also want a nod to his roots.
What about Eddie?
Eddie's not bad.
And it sounds Arab.
His surname is Ben Smires.
That's not a nod, that's a headbutt.
We are his roots, anyway.
Your grandma is Breton.
Your name isn't Nolwenn, you don't eat crepes.
But this is different!
You want to piss off your parents, thinking it will make me happy.
When honestly...
Will you marry me?
Will I...marry you?
Yes! Of course.
But it's not a priority now we have the baby...
Eddie, do you agree?
- Let her know we're here? - Right away.
I don't care, you're the stupid-looking one bringing your girlfriend.
Oh, no, he just regularly inserts his penis in my vagina.
- I'm here for decoration. - Are you dumb or what?
It's OK, don't stress.
- What's the job? - Pink Cars?
What's going on?
A pitch for your project. Sell your idea. If they like it, they'll invest.
Are you crazy? I'm not ready!
- Charlotte Ben Smires? - Yes, she's here.
Yes?
Breathe. You're the best.
- Charlotte? - Yeah?
- I love you. - What?!
I love you.
- Hello. - Hello. Sorry about the wait.
Oops!
Anita, put that pastry down, stay where you are.
Bow down before Flatulor, King of Flatuland!
- Flatuland? - Flatulor?
The international Flatuline mascot.
- No! - Yes! The dodgy casting.
- Oh, yeah? - You don't get it.
I'm going to "oops" all over the world!
Hello!
- Long live the king! Champagne! - Thanks, Anita.
That's awesome.
A one-year contract.
Not enough for a new life but enough for us to have a fresh start.
- For us? - We're family!
Yes, but no, absolutely not.
It's non-negotiable, man. It's the least I can do.
By the way, did you know Elsa came to the bar?
- Elsa? - No...
The reason he stopped...
- For the... - Where is this girl?
Buenos Aires.
Brazil.
Yep. She's leaving tonight.
I checked. Her flight is at 23:54. What's the plan?
A good last impression?
The Pink Cars concept
is basically taxis for women by women.
Good evening.
Did you order a pizza?
- No, did you? - No.
I think Elsa has forgiven you.
- Jules. - Good evening.
Listen, I'm sorry, Elsa's already left.
Yes...
OK, she's going to kill me but there's a Buenos Aires in Paris too.
I don't get it.
You didn't hear this from me.
But you can still catch her.
BUENOS AIRES STREET
Subtitled by: Julia Knapp