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He said "bingo."

The jerk got it wrong.

Please! Who cares?

So I sold him a video, too,

that you'll shoot, Vad,

and suckered him

into the whole package

for 17,000, and he said yes.

Which means with what

we sold already, we can pay Omar.

Incredible!

I've come to see Madame Simone.

Are you family?

Not really.

I'm sorry,

only family members

are allowed to visit.

Alright.

Could I leave my number in case...

- No problem.

- Thanks.

Here.

Wait, sorry.

Could you give her this?

It's a doll, but she's fond of it.

Alright.

Have a nice day.

Maia, wait, please.

I f***ed up. Let me explain.

I'm listening.

Right here, now?

So I figured.

Please!

If I didn't call,

it's because I'm also an intern.

I work nights in a hospital

for...

Sh*t!

I'll say what comes to mind:

I've been flying since I was a kid,

The air force gave me

a secret mission.

I was abroad. No signal, no 3G.

Sometimes some crappy Edge.

Even better.

I'm shy. Pathologically shy.

A headbanger

who can't even punch a number.

I go nuts.

You know what?

That's not even f***ing true.

I've got this instinct

that makes me say stuff like that.

But it's not true, that's all.

Today I'll tell the truth.

The truth is

I owe 20,000 euros

to a hothead dealer,

a wacko billionaire

is buying back my debt,

and I didn't want to involve you.

But I was thinking about you.

Really.

And that's the truth.

You really take me for a fool.

If you're not into me, that's fine.

But don't give me nonsense like that.

You're pathetic.

It's true, dammit.

It's true.

Why'd you run off that evening?

What?

- You'd lost something.

- Totally, yeah.

I remember. I'd lost my bracelet.

I figured, if you...

A dump.

I took a dump

on Mr. Limoges' doormat,

and I was holding my turd.

It'd look odd.

Oh, I see.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

I was afraid you thought

I was the one who farted.

You must be kidding.

I'm the one who farted.

lt was you. Good.

I'll get back to work.

So long.

You scared me!

I thought it was the neighbor.

What're you doing?

Switching names with Limoges.

Why? He'll get our mail

and we'll get his.

It's to steal his mail.

But we won't get ours.

I'm too tired. Do what you want.

But don't wake me at 5 a.m.

The party's tomorrow.

Okay, don't worry.

- Everything going well?

- Hey, man.

Canap!

It's in the shape of a canap.

I got it, Tim.

Gentlemen.

It's the right time

to introduce the one all this is for.

This is my daughter, Sophie.

Pleased to meet you.

My pleasure.

And happy birthday.

This is my jewel, my star.

Isn't she gorgeous?

She's what matters most to me

since her mother...

Excuse me, man, stop

when I'm talking.

Thanks. Since her mother left me

on a misunderstanding.

Be very careful

to avoid misunderstandings, guys.

Thanks for the advice.

Good advice.

There.

I'm going back out.

Me too. Guests are arriving.

Naturally.

How's it going?

- Okay, and you?

- Fine.

Those two are already smashed.

- Good job!

- Not bad, huh?

My croquembouche

with pot cream stuffed pastries.

Wild!

Hold on.

I'll stuff my daughter's last puff.

Sure.

I like the symbolism.

Squeeze the pastry bag,

but not too hard...

Sh*t!

Put hot water on it.

Scrub hard. Sorry, you can't...

F***!

The guy's wacko.

Why won't you tell the others?

You're such a pain.

I don't get it.

Only Nestor and Tim don't know.

Stop! I can't take any more.

What's with you?

It's over, is that it?

Leave me alone!

Okay, have a nice evening.

Ballbuster!

His damn cream won't come out.

Look at this! Brand new...

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

No, fella.

None of that between us.

This is the house of joy.

I want my guests to feel comfortable.

Go on,

enjoy yourself.

Take it slow,

that's good,

like that, right.

Tell her stuff.

Say things to her, I tell ya.

Go on, say stuff to her.

How's it going?

You idiot, not "how's it going?"

Tell her wild stuff.

Like "I love licking

your fleshy little tit."

Go on!

I love licking your fuzzy little tit.

Skip it, you lack the vocabulary.

Pull her hair back, like that.

Go on.

I love it, go on.

It's me, Daddy,

Sorry.

Think you can kiss a chick

and I don't care?

I thought we broke up.

- I didn't say that!

- Yes you did.

- You did.

- You don't get it!

I just wanted time to...

Not rush into it.

Rush into what? It's been a year.

What d'you want me to say?

That I'm pregnant and

want to keep it because I love you?

I dunno. Why say that?

There, I told you.

What?

That I'm pregnant.

I love you, Vad.

Where is he?

Where's that scumbag?

The bastard

who fucks my daughter under my roof!

The little b*tch.

That a**hole!

You thought I was easy?

You'll see how easy I am!

Get your ass back here.

You sonofabitch, when I find you

I'll pulverize you!

Deal of the day:

I'll blow you a new a**hole!

Man, I'm primed!

Little bastard! You gave me a boost!

Hang on, I think it's him.

It's him. Move it! C'mon!

I didn't know she was his daughter.

Not now, man.

- Where's Julia?

- At her mom's. She's tired.

I thought

she went to suck some guy off.

Shut up, now!

What's the deal?

Shut up, I said.

Talk about Julia and I'll sock you.

Hiding something?

Yeah, go get f***ed!

Why not say you were together?

When I talked to you about her?

Hang on, who's together?

What is this?

Julia and me are an item.

- Okay? Can we move on?

- Let go of me!

A**hole.

But he's right.

We really are in deep sh*t.

Are you serious?

And who's fault is it?

Once again you thought

with your dick.

Don't pull your level-headed

niggah act.

Cut it out. Something's more urgent.

We have no dope, no money,

and 24 hours to find a solution.

You're raving mad!

You put us in the sh*t

and then tell us to calm down.

And cut the "we."

It's your problem to start with.

So what do we do, guys?

Are you serious?

Okay.

So that's how it is?

That's just great.

A fine family we've become!

Thanks. You know what, Tim?

Omar dealt with you and me,

so you're f***ed, too.

Even more,

because it was your contact.

If it's everyone for himself, fine.

I'm outta here.

You can all go get f***ed!

Sam's right.

I'm the one who found Omar.

- I'm a dead man.

- Stop, Tim.

I'm dead.

So we wait for Omar's thugs?

What's the plan?

I might have an idea.

A good run

in the Longchamp Abbey Cup...

...is set for an excellent run

in the Brocher Cup.

Gregory Benoit

is riding Spirit Quartz

once again heading to Ascot.

I'd like to put

2,390 euros on Ruby of the Islands.

- Odds are nine to one, right?

- That's right.

We'd like to speak

with Captain Latour.

Regarding?

Drug dealing.

One moment.

That's...

Goddammit!

What a moron!

You can yak away about bumfucking

Julia and be totally focused,

but too spaced out to check your

pockets before going to the police.

Almost neck and neck.

Off to a good start

is Number 10 coming up with

Roboba from the inside.

Yeah, good going!

Number 3 is making progress

alongside Grand Galil...

Yes! Not bad.

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