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Honestly, it's so crazy!

Everyone is here...

Happy birthday, girl!

- [shouting of joy] - THANKS !

[laughs]

Uh, guys?

- Have you seen Thib? - Non.

Non.

He's being shy. It's okay.

He must be in the room.

[sighs]

[moans]

Is he giving me a surprise?

[moans]

OK, we're here. Shh...

- [moans] - My love !

[cri]

- Are you serious? - [Thib] My heart...

[indistinct words]

[Tulip] Get out!

[phone vibrates]

[vibrator]

- Hello ? - I know you're jetlagged,

but you have to come quickly at the hotel.

- What ? - We have a problem with Tulip.

I'm coming.

OK, thanks. See you soon.

[sigh] Why did you put that?

- You said it was urgent. - But the uniform, what.

Technically, I am still a janitor.

He got caught and he wants to be forgiven?

Yeah.

So what am I supposed to do?

Bah, ton taf.

[Thib] I can't lose her. I love him too much.

This is so my baby.

I have to get it back.

You can start by apologizing?

Yeah, no. Because there,

I really screwed up.

Oh, I know.

I'm going to ask her to marry me.

- Pardon ? - But yes!

Obviously. I need a ring, with a beautiful diamond, and everything.

Oh, and roses.

No, a heart of roses.

That's what you need.

There's something that would be really awesome.

A fireworks display.

No, better, drones

who make drawings in the sky, she will love it.

- Do you write it down? - Yes.

Something that would be really good.

Right after my request, un live de Taylor Swift.

- Taylor Swift ? - Taylor Swift.

That seems a little less to me...

obvious.

- Afterwards, I have contacts. - Wow, great.

- [he sighs] - OK.

I'll get back to you by the end of the week.

No, no, no. Not the end... No.

I need it by midnight.

The end of the week...

Tonight, midnight.

Midnight? I'll never make it.

I didn't organize all this for the biggest influencer

don't even make a fucking story.

You're in control, okay?

OK, I'll handle it.

Girls, the drama !

Tulip locked herself in the toilet. We are at the heart of the news.

- What are you doing ? - I send a DM to Taylor Swift.

You are desperate.

I can ask to my cousin's correspondent,

she saw her at the airport two years ago. [he laughs]

- Pardon. - Jo, would you mind finding me a taxi?

Theo, tell the kitchens to make a wedding cake.

That's not how it works.

Please do it.

I have to find a ring, a heart of roses

et Taylor Swift.

I saw his agent on Grindr, should I try?

[upbeat music]

[Alma] Good evening, sir! [effort]

I'm going to Place Vendôme to start.

Yeah, am I bothering you?

What are you doing tonight?

And after?

I'm getting off here.

No, I wasn't talking to you.

Do you want to come and play at Folie? Don't leave.

- THANKS. - You are welcome.

SO ?

It's true ?

Thank you, you saved my life.

I know it's late. It's for the Madness.

Alma Carretti.

I'm his daughter. Don't move.

Hello? Great, I'll be there in 5 minutes.

Excuse me. We were saying?

Ah, 23... OK, but not later.

Perfect, thank you.

- [sigh] - [driver] Are you getting married?

Oh no, I'm not getting married. It's for a client.

It's not for me.

Isn't this for you?

Marriage, love, guys... No.

After all, it's not all guys.

But a package. And apps are hell.

Between the perverts, the rednecks, the liars...

I don't need that, I have a great life.

I have friends, a new job.

Well, technically, not yet. Are you married?

- Me? - Hmm.

- Non. - Well, there you go.

Afterwards, I understand. Fall in love,

not being alone anymore is cool. But hey, I can't be bothered.

- It'll be OK. - I'll manage.

For your story.

- No need for help? - It's okay, thank you.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

[sigh of effort]

[engine starts]

[horns]

Shit...

Excuse me, sir?

Can you help me?

Yes of course.

- Uh, shall I take it this way? - Yeah.

- [effort] - [flow]

Holy shit!

- Be careful! - Sorry, I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter.

- Are we going back? - Yeah.

Is it good? Where is it?

- It's over there. - OK.

- Excuse me for the... - It doesn't matter.

- I am Alma. - Watch where you are going.

- [man] Watch out! - [fracas]

[Alma] We can put that there.

- Is it good ? - Yes.

Thank you so much. Sorry to have ruined your evening.

- Go to the bar, it's for me. - It's good.

I have other things to do, thank you.

- Asshole. - Who is it ?

An influencer, I think. Is everything okay?

Tulip has changed. Her boyfriend got sucked but the party continues.

You give that to her boyfriend?

- As soon as she arrives, we launch. - OK.

- Do you know where Jules is? - On the turntables.

THANKS.

[Jo] See you later.

[guests' hubbub]

- How are you ? - Yeah.

What's the plan?

Put on a song when she comes on.

OK. Like "Turn the towels" or "The Caterpillar"?

For example.

[electro music]

- [guest] Oh, look. - [cheering]

["Higher Thoughts", the Stephanie Standerwick]

[muffled blow]

[a man laughs]

[Jo rit]

[Alma sighs]

[sigh]

- [man] Like this? - [Jo] Yes.

[Jo] Go ahead, baby.

[they moan]

I love you.

- Kisses. - [Alma] Kisses, Oscar.

How hot are you, girl!

- Isn't that too much? - No, not at all.

Let your hair down, just to see?

Well, that's great.

[notification]

["Higher Thoughts", on the phone]

I can't believe she said yes.

She's not stupid.

In 6 months, he will meet her again,

so, it's creating a buzz again.

Then she dumps him,

and she gives an interview to explain

that he's an asshole, and bam, double buzz.

At least we broke the internet, it's cool.

It's depressing.

[sigh] Yeah.

It's because of this that I believe more in love.

Nobody asks you to get married, neither.

If you could just ken a little.

It's okay, I'm okay, huh. You're the one who's not discreet.

"Baby..."

I thought you were sleeping!

Well no.

Sorry.

[upbeat music]

Hello!

Is everyone here?

Can we start? Perfect.

Let's respect traditions. Let's welcome Alma,

who attends his first briefing new Guest Relations Manager.

You've already started your duties, haven't you?

- Yes. - [Marco] Yes.

The Tulip team was delighted, a priori.

Well done to you and Joséphine, too.

Shall we move on to the program?

You have the schedule by email...

We have the arrival of Alexandre Blake. It's been 2 years since he came.

- There will be 24 hours left... - Excuse me.

I'll cut you off, it arrived yesterday.

- So. - Oh!

- I put it in the Prestige suite. - Alright.

Impeccable. Like This is one of our biggest customers,

Alma, I wish that you were going to introduce yourself,

as we do for VIPs.

Shall we move on to the check-outs? So,

we have news from Mrs. Provance, part with the mini bar

of the bridal suite?

[upbeat music]

[loud voices]

No, but it's really annoying.

- Yes ? - Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Blake.

Even the hotel girl is looking for you.

The presentation is in 3 hours. Find it.

Call me back. Call me back, it's annoying.

[music resumes]

- [discussions] - Excuse me.

Manue, you did the sequel by M. Blake?

- Amélie, is Prestige good? - Uh, no. Well, yes.

- More... - Is it done or not?

It's done.

But there was only his suitcase. He didn't sleep there.

THANKS.

Holy shit!

Alone.

Do you know where Mr. Blake is?

- I haven't seen him since yesterday. Why? - Fuck.

What did you do?

OK, so let's relax.

I'm not your superior anymore. Go ahead.

I met him yesterday and I didn't know who it was.

I asked him to help me carry things,

but I spilled my beer on him.

And I called him an asshole.

I don't think he heard.

Hmm.

OK. Reassure me, Are you looking for him to apologize?

Very good idea. Uh...

Listen, go look at the pool.

He swims lengths in the morning.

- [splashes] - [laughs]

M. Blake ?

[she coughs]

Excuse me, Mr. Blake?

[swimmers laugh]

Sir ?

[screams, laughter]

Can you give him to me for two minutes?

Fuck...

What's wrong?

What the hell is this?

Excuse them.

[he growls] Who are you?

I am Al...

Miss Carreti, Guest Relations Manager at Folie.

Speak less loudly.

Pardon.

A woman is looking for you about a presentation.

I believe.

Oh shit.

Have you lost something?

But he dresses.

- I must have forgotten it at the bar. - That bar?

I can help you ?

Uh...

[he sniffs]

Oh yes, I see very well...

It's not very close, but...

[he sighs]

Wouldn't you rather I buy another one?

Let me be clearer.

No jacket, no presentation. Find her.

Bye.

Alright.

[laughs]

[muffled laughter]

[Alma] Seriously,

you're a billionaire, buy yourself a jacket!

[Jo] Did you really say that?

No. This is the 5th bar I've done.

It's the barathon the saddest thing in my life.

You don't have much time left.

- I'm just hurrying. - OK.

- I'm hurrying. - I'm waiting for you.

[upbeat music]

- [Jo] So? - Non.

Fuck...

He locked himself in his room. 60 journalists are waiting.

- Who is this guy? - Tech guys,

- they are weird, a little. - Good.

- Save time, I'll handle it. - [Jo] What do I say?

It's you, the communications manager.

OK.

- Excuse me ? - Hmm ?

This is a customer's jacket.

Who says it's not mine?

It's a Zegna,

which must cost around 3,000 euros.

Don't take this the wrong way, but...

Yeah.

How do you know?

My mother works in fashion, so I know a little...

Anyway, pass me the jacket.

So.

Are you the new bartender?

Wow.

Is this the uniform?

Or because I'm at the counter? [he laughs]

Yes, I am the bartender.

Wait, by the way. Excuse me, but...

There was this in the pocket.

There you go. I don't know whose jacket it is, more...

the guy is hot.

[woman] I thought you stopped this bullshit.

I had a complicated evening.

- Yeah... - Forgive me.

I found Mr. Blake's jacket.

- And who are you? - Okay, Océ, I'll join you.

- [Océane sighs] - Thank you so much.

You're welcome. Goodbye.

Do you have two minutes?

Yes.

Great, come in.

[sighing] So...

[sigh]

Beautiful. I received the pitch from the launch of the app.

- Can you tell me if it's clear? - OK.

SO...

[he clears his throat]

"We no longer count dating apps

who sell real encounters.

And yet, users go from disillusionment to disillusionment.

That's why I created Dear You.

Instead of basing on superficial criteria,

like the physical,

as classic apps do,

Dear You is without a photo.

Users match based on targeted questions

and learn to discover themselves through their sensitivities.

What makes Dear You the first real...

romantic dating app."

SO ?

- It's very clear. - It's good, huh?

- [sigh] - Good luck.

- And welcome back. - THANKS.

Could you take this to the dry cleaners? There are traces of beer.

I'm sorry.

You found my jacket, Let's not talk about it anymore. Here.

Download Dear You!

[hubbub and rhythmic music]

[Jo] No, but it's okay.

No! "Download Dear You."

He is married and hangs out in bars with its condoms.

It disgusts me.

After that he is there, with his application.

“Download it, it’s romantic.”

Shut up, actually!

If it happens, They are an open couple.

No, don't take off your wedding ring. in bars.

It's my beer, but go ahead.

With his smug air there.

- Who ? - [ensemble] Blake.

He is so handsome.

And he makes an app for ugly people!

You have to like the genre.

Um, the hot, millionaire kind?

- Well done, judging by his Insta. - [Alma] Our mistake.

The guy's hypocrisy. Apart from his money and his physique,

he has nothing going for him. I'm single because of him.

Him, who? Blake?

Yes, Blake, the influencer, Jules.

All these guys who make believe that they need you,

and when you trust them, they fuck you. It's in their genes.

It's the guys' genes, They're all big idiots.

Well thank you.

You don't count, you're gay.

It's true that straight people, they get tired.

Am I supposed to care here?

No more, you, you are...

Kind of like... harmless.

[outraged laughter]

Yeah, OK...

What are you looking for?

- My dick, but it's gone. - [laughs]

But are you going to download it?

Given the money and the physique, it doesn't count.

Never.

You will never see me in your life on a shitty app, like that.

On the other hand, I can pay my tour with...

- his 50 balls. - [Theo] Come on.

[soft music]

[electronic chime]

[music continues]

Subtitles: EVA France ST'501