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Holy shit, I can't believe it.

Where'd those cars come from? I didn't see them, did you?

Oh, man, this is awful.

And the ticket's still on him, shit!

Where's Jess?

I think she's with him.

They're leaving, let's follow. Come on!

Hey, you think he'll make it?

Well he better, because if he dies, it's our fault.

He's not dead, okay? Calm down. Mr. Pivot is a strong guy.

We'll take care of him once he's out of the hospital.

My God, David, you really fucked up the car.

Good thing I had my helmet, I kept hitting my head on everything.

Who gives a shit? We need to find Mr. Pivot.

The ticket's in his jacket.

-Goddamn it, David. -I can't get the helmet off.

But anyway, let's come up with a plan.

We need to be method--

Guys?

Guys?

Excuse me? Excuse me?

Okay…

Mmm…

Ah, ma'am!

Hello, ma'am.

-Hi, excuse me. -No, not "ma'am." My name's Gwenaëlle.

-Oh. Right, um… Hello, Gwenaëlle. -Hello.

Uh, the thing is… Well, my dad, he-he was in an accident.

And-and he's in the ER.

-Um, his name is Armand Pivot. -Okay.

I really need to get his stuff back, actually.

No problem, I'll see what I can do, honey.

-Thank you. -I'll be back.

All right.

OUTPATIENT CARDIAC INTENSIVE CARE UNIT

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh.

It's totally jammed, shit.

-Out of the way! -Ah!

What the hell, are you okay?

-What the hell? -What are you crazy? Sir!

Hey!

He's stealing the patient's jacket!

-Sir, what are you doing? -Security!

Hey, stop! Come back here!

-The fuck are you doing, Léo? -Just run! Run, run, run!

Stop right there!

Run, Léo! Run!

Stop running!

There you are, holy shit! What the hell is going on?

You're here? Where were you?

Well, I got in the ambulance with Pivot, and I mean, after that, I…

I improvised. I said I was his daughter.

Damn, that's amazing.

-Yeah. -How is he? What's going on?

He's about to have surgery.

Oh man…

But the nurse was super reassuring.

She said she'd let me know if she had any updates.

Well, you know what? We could pay him a visit.

Look what I have here.

-Awesome! -Boom.

Dr. Lopez.

That's not bad, but… I think I have something better.

-His jacket. -Nice one, Léo!

Oh, man!

-That's awesome! Fuck yeah. -That's amazing!

Yeah.

Wait, what? His wallet's not here.

Where's the ticket?

Give me that. That's impossible. We saw him, right? He put it here.

It has to be there.

-Oh, my God… -Wait a minute, it's torn in half.

No.

Sorry, guys, I'm so sorry. They must've cut it.

I did what I could, you know? It wasn't easy.

-Yeah. -I did have to run.

Wait, David, where are you going?

I'm getting the other half, bro.

I'm sure they won't let us in, they just kicked us out.

I don't give a damn. There's 17 million in there, dude.

We know, but Léo's right. What are you gonna do in there, improv?

I mean, I'm not gonna sit here and do nothing like you.

We need a plan. Otherwise, we'll get kicked out again, come on.

Well, uh, actually, they're not onto me. I can stay and keep you updated.

Okay, perfect. Let's go, come on.

They didn't plan Money Heist in some sketchy parking lot, right?

Okay. Okay, I'm getting it.

-Come on, Léo! -Wait up.

-Jess, you stay in touch, huh? -Yeah, don't worry!

Okay, guys, listen to me.

It's simple. We'll split the hospital into zones before searching.

Léo!

So. Let's be smart about this. Okay?

The main entrances are off the table. This should be obvious.

We're too exposed.

-Bro, can you stop? -The main thing--

Cut it out, dude!

Are you listening to me?

It's his fault, he was touching my ass. What are you doing?

Sorry, I'm just looking for my charger.

I'm down to 87%, it's stressing me out, okay?

Seriously, Léo? You're worried about your battery now?

This is super important. Can you just focus on the plan for two seconds?

There's nothing on the board.

Ugh…

Sorry, I'm listening.

Okay, so… What's the best way to get into a hospital?

-Mm. -By getting injured.

So, we need a volunteer.

But it can't be me, you know?

I can't afford to get hurt, because of soccer.

I can't afford it either, same. 'Cause of music.

Oh, guys, come on.

This kinda stuff always lands on me.

I don't know, man. Honestly, I just think--

Okay, well, I mean, if no one's up for that,

we could just play rock, paper, scissors for it,

and whoever loses, uh, gets kneecapped.

-What? -She's insane.

Insane.

Okay, fine, I mean, whatever. A sprained wrist, something less drastic.

Whoa! Careful. A sprain can actually be much more painful than you'd expect.

Can't you keep him locked up or something? Damn it…

He's my step-brother.

Uh, Tom, have you seen my charger?

No.

-Damn… -What about you, Léo?

-What? -Have you seen my money?

Tom, there is no money. We lost the ticket.

What?

Yeah. Yeah, we're fucked. It's at the hospital.

We're waiting on news from Jess.

DUFAYARD HOSPITAL

-Hi, mom. -Hi, sweetie.

I can't find the envelope. Have you seen it?

The one with the car money?

Uh, no, no, I'm not sure where it is.

Ugh, I'm such an idiot. It's hard to believe.

Mom, don't worry, I'll help you find it. It's… It's fine.

I'm sorry, honey. I'm the worst.

I swear I'll try to do better.

-Hello? -Goddamn it, finally! So?

Yeah, sorry. I had a little setback, but it's okay now.

We seriously need to find that ticket, you guys.

Well, obviously. We already knew that, Jess.

How about you just give us an update?

Yeah. I talked to the nurse after all,

and she told me that Pivot's things are either in a locker, in his room,

on his bed, or in the trash.

-Great, so basically anywhere, right? -Anywhere.

Yeah, I know, it sucks.

But in other news, I found a map of the hospital. I'll send it.

Okay, nice. Send it over.

-Yep. Okay, I have to get back. -Okay, call us back.

-Be careful. -Bye.

Here's what we're gonna do. I'll be down in the basement--

Okay. I know. Hold your horses.

-What? -What is it?

The hospital was built in 1981.

-Great. -Yeah, so what?

Who cares about that?

Just wait, okay?

It's just that this article is longer than I expected,

so just give me a minute.

Yeah, you read that.

David, you make your way through the back--

Ah, okay! Now I've got it!

I've got the name of the architect.

We can go see him. His name is René Egger, and he…

What?

Died last year.

That's not ideal. Dead meat.

Technically we could still try to see him.

-Um, okay, shut up, Tom. We're good. -Oh. Okay.

Okay. I have a badge, so I think I should go in through the OR with Léo.

Okay, great. So, David, you pretend to be a resident.

Léo, let's keep it simple.

Forget the fracture. Just play dead.

Fuck, David.

It's super hot in here, I don't feel good. I think I'm gonna pass out.

Don't worry. You're already on a stretcher.

I'm having trouble breathing.

What's with those stupid masks?

I'm just trying to hide from the cameras.

Hide, hide.

Hey, chief.

Did you just call him chief? What the hell?

Shut up.

David, use your badge to head straight to the OR and find Pivot's room.

-Oh shit, this is it. -Oh, great. Okay

Ow!

Sorry. Shh, shh.

OPERATING ROOM REGULATED ACCESS

Damn it, it's not working! The badge isn't working!

Sir? Is it demagnetized?

Yeah, it's not working.

Oh, well… happens to me all the time, I'm used to it.

Okay. Have a good day.

-Thanks, chief! -Stop calling people chief.

And make sure you stay together.

-Yeah, of course. Together. -Together.

Exactly.

Okay, great.

Now that we have access, I think you should bring me along.

We'll wait by the OR, and then…

Pivot…

BLOCK 4

Yeah, that's the best plan I can think of. What do you think?

David?

David?

David?

David, where are you?

Damn it.

Oh no.

-Hello. -Hi.

Cleaning crew.

Hi there.

Cleaning crew.

Where's the new resident?

-Bastien? -Yes!

Yeah, uh… Bastien, that's me.

Oh, no, that's… You're kidding, right? That's upside down.

Here, use one of these.

Come on, hurry!

One of these?

What-What are those?

My kicks.

Your kicks? Haven't you learned anything yet?

Don't you have your OR clogs?

My OR clogs? No, uh…

No, yeah, sorry. They're… they're--

There was a problem, uh, with the delivery.

Well, uh, you're lucky I keep spares for emergencies.

Here. They're a little small, but just scrunch your toes a bit,

they should do the job.

By the way, David, don't go into the OR, it's too dangerous.

Wait out front until they bring out the trash, then grab it.

Duh, I'm not going in.

Come on, hurry. Go.

Whoa.

More gauze, please.

Is he gonna be okay?

Ten blade.

There you are.

-Hey, chief. How we doing? -Suction.

-Scalpel. -Fuck.

We're ready to start.

Why do you have your phone in here?

Ah, uh…

Who is this?

He's the new resident, Dr. Peyroche.

He's not the new resident. Bastien is the new resident.

-Oh, he's not Bastien? -Who are you?

Well, I think… I thought I was Bastien, actually, at first.

And, uh, I think… I think I got confused.

It… It's… We look alike, it happens all the time!

As soon as you have any news, send it to the WhatsApp group.

That's really important.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Wait a sec.

What?

We've got a problem.

What is it?

I'm not in your WhatsApp group.

-Okay. -Yeah.

We'll add you to the WhatsApp group, Tom. That's not a problem.

Okay. That's great.

Great.

In any case, I'm not even sure I'll get reception in that place.

I guess it's a matter of fate.

STAFF ONLY

Ah, shit.

I'll check the dumpsters…

POTENTIALLY INFECTIOUS WASTE

…in case his things were thrown out.

You sure you're okay with that?

I'm not a wimp, Léo, I'll be fine, yeah.

Jesus Chr--

Okay, it's all bueno. Found a map of the hospital.

I'll tattoo it on my arm, like in Prison Break.

Michael Scofield.

Should come in handy for finding my way. Yeah.

Okay.

Ah!

Oh, goddamn it.

This isn't very accurate.

NOTHING IN THE OR

No, no, no! Oh, fuck!

NAME: NOÉMIE PIVOT RELATIONSHIP TO PATIENT: DAUGHTER

Miss Pivot?

Miss Pivot.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's me. Sorry.

Follow me, please?

Uh… yeah. Uh, sure.

Damn it!

Come on, turn on!

Oh, fuck.

What the fuck did you do to our car, bitch?

What's up, David?

You trying to fuck us over?

No, not at all, that's not…

I had some trouble, okay?

I wanted to get it repaired, that's why I didn't pick up.

Anyway, I'm doing a job, give me a second--

I'm not giving you anything.

You're gonna pay me back what you owe.

You know, you're a real piece of shit.

And you know what else?

The only reason I'm not gonna break your legs is because of my little brother.

You get me?

Okay, now get outta here.

Go on, beat it.

Fuck off!

Don't forget your phone.

You got one week.

Don't make me look for you.

Hey, Coach.

Yes, Samia. I tried calling three times.

Sorry I couldn't answer sooner. It's been kinda hectic. What's going on?

Listen to me. Uh…

I've got bad news. Okay?

Uh, you know those cardiac stress tests you took?

The doctor called, and he says you have a heart defect.

And, uh, I don't know, Samia… I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say.

Sofiane, there's gotta be a mistake. There's no way I have that.

It's not a mistake. This type of anomaly is rare, but…

But I feel… I feel great.

If something was wrong, I'd feel it, but I'm feeling fine.

That's not the point, Samia.

You can't train with us. That'd be too dangerous.

You can't play soccer anymore. You need to accept that.

Fuck!

Right now, he's stable.

The operation went smoothly, so don't worry about that.

So now, uh… we just wait for him to wake up.

But you can talk to him. You can touch him, if you like.

Go ahead, touch him.

It'll do you both good.

Okay, I'll leave you to it. Take care, now.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pivot.

I'm so sorry this happened.

And I feel really bad, because I lied.

I told them you were my dad.

And I know this might sound a little weird, but…

actually, it felt great to be someone's daughter.

I mean, I do have a dad, but…

He doesn't know I exist, so…

All I know about him is that he's a lawyer and he loves golfing.

Nothing like karma kicking you in the ass, huh?

And all because we were too greedy, y'know, we pretty much ditched Victoire.

I keep thinking that if we'd gone about this the right way, then maybe…

…right now you'd be giving us a lesson on Spinoza and all that…

Please, Mr. Pivot…

Give me a sign, I mean, say… Show me you're gonna wake up, like…

Please.

I hear you, thanks.

Oh. Oh wow. Oh.

No way.

This way? Where is he? I want to see him!

Dad?

Dad!

Okay, I--

I'm ready, go ahead.

Do it, make it quick, please.

Make what quick?

Pull the plug. Let's get it over with.

No. No, no, no, we're not doing that.

Your father's in a coma, but he could wake up at any moment.

Don't spare my feelings, just do it, please.

Your sister's in shock. You need to be here for her right now.

Sure.

It's okay.

I've never had a sister, what do you mean?

-I mean, uh, no, I just-- -It's the shock.

Call me if you need me.

Okay.

It'll be all right.

We're here to take care of your dad. I'll get you a glass of water, okay?

EMERGENCY IN ROOM 215

-No. -It's going to be all right.

Uh…

Uh…

Bingo.

It's that way, 100%.

A sister? More like a bimbo, right?

Ha!

Who the hell is your mother, you bastard?

Uh. It's, um, Michèle.

Michèle?

Yeah.

Michèle, my orthodontist?

Oh, no, no, no. Not at all, no, no, it's not her.

Oh God, I knew it!

-Oh, that bitch. -No…

I'll give her a piece of my mind.

-Ha, I'm calling her. -No, no.

Yeah, I am. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, because she's, uh, because she's… abroad right now.

So what's the difference?

I'll FaceTime her. I mean, it's free, right?

But actually, she was murdered there.

She was murdered?

Yeah.

Yeah, but she had it coming, didn't she?

That slut.

See, Dad? It's like death follows everything you touch.

You know what I'm thinking? It's hard to believe…

Even with your ugly face,

you still managed to knock up someone while cheating on Mom.

No wonder she left your sorry ass.

Just because my mom got pregnant doesn't mean he was living a double life.

You shut the fuck up.

Okay.

And to think I let you cheer me on at all my badminton tournaments.

You never missed a single one.

And now I'm being forced to split this ridiculous inheritance with this bimbo.

Where is she?

Here, I'm here. Uh, but don't worry, uh, we're not splitting anything. Because…

You won't split anything? You're taking everything from me, then?

No, no, like, I… I don't want the inheritance.

I don't want it.

-I-- -Why, is he drowning in debt?

No, I mean, I-I-I don't know, I wouldn't bet on it.

-So what? What is it? -What?

-What's up with the inheritance anyway? -What?

-What? But-- -Where is it? Is this it? Is it here?

-Here we go, then. -No.

We're splitting this 50-50.

Yeah, that's what we're doing.

Right in your stupid little face. And what's this? What's in here?

Stop!

Hey! What is wrong with you?

I'm sorry, but I…

My God!

-Who the hell is he? -Fuck me.

It's me. The architect's son.

He died last year. René.

René.

I wanted to test the strength of the dropped ceilings.

I have to say, I'm disappointed, so…

Absolutely, I get you. It hurts to be disappointed by your dad.

Yeah, but I think a table hitting you right in the stomach

hurts a little more.

Oh my God, are you okay?

What kind of question is that? He's not okay!

Damn.

Guys, where were you?

Jess is in trouble, and you left me all alone.

You know I'm crap in situations like this, don't you?

-Sure, okay, maybe I-- -Okay, Léo, whatever.

-Goddamn it, can you hear me? -Hey, that's Tom.

-Yeah. -What the hell's he doing here?

-And what's wrong? -He fell through the ceiling.

I'm sure he's gonna be fine.

What a nutjob-- Oh shit, there's the wallet!

Fuck, who's that? She picked it up.

-I think it's Mr. Pivot's daughter. -Emergency in room 215!

Get out of the way!

Out of the way, please!

-Careful! -Watch out. Let me through!

-Miss, what happened here? -Sir, are you okay? Can you hear me?

-Okay. Come on, miss. Miss, let's go. -Can you hear me, sir?

-Put him in the recovery position. -What happened?

-How many fingers am I holding up? -Gonna be fine.

-Jess! Get in here! -Hey, what the fuck?

-Shh! -Come on!

Okay, I'll cut to the chase. Pivot's daughter picked up his wallet.

We'll follow her and snatch her bag.

No, no. Wait. Come on. Don't start with your crazy shit.

You wait. I don't want your opinion. I'm telling you what we're gonna do.

-So just listen. -You're not telling me shit. We don't--

-You don't ever shut up, do ya? -Shh. Guys…

I'm not following your shitty plans anymore,

you'll do what I say until we get the money back, okay?

Who do you think you are, David?

I don't think I'm anyone. I'm taking charge.

If you wanna end up doing trashy nails for a living like your mom,

that's your problem, not mine.

Chill out, David. They'll hear us. And we're not alone.

Show some respect.

Really? He's treating me like shit, and that's what you care about?

-Jerk. -Get out of here, I don't give a shit!

Shut up!

Seriously, David? What the hell is wrong with you?

You're not the only one struggling. Stop being an asshole.

We lost the ticket, so just accept it.

Not the only one struggling?

Are you struggling, Samia?

Huh? Are you? With your star career in soccer

and your loving parents, are you struggling?

Without that ticket, I have nothing.

It's all about you, I guess.

Aren't you gonna follow her, like her lapdog?

Yeah.

What a surprise.

Yeah, get out, go!

I'm better off without you. I'm better off on my own!

And don't come begging to me when I make it big!

Woo-hoo!

Oh no, don't start with me, please. Leave me alone.

-No. Listen, please. -Leave me alone.

We need to talk.

-Please. -What do you want now? What is it?

I'm sorry about earlier, I was a little…

But now, I'm afraid of losing you.

Because I realized that Dad's not leaving us anything.

But, still…

Thanks to him, we found each other,

and that's what really matters, right?

That's just David.

Yeah, eventually he'll come around. Don't worry.

You don't have to defend him all the time, okay?

I don't even care anymore.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, honestly.

Why? To get the ticket?

No, it's not about that.

I gotta tell you something.

-You know the-- -Wait, uh…

If it's about the other night, I don't know what came over us,

but no big deal, I've already forgotten it, I mean…

Yeah.

Yeah, absolutely.

Uh, whatever.

Oh yeah. Uh…

Hm.

I fell right on my stomach, God damn.

Hey, feeling better?

Not really, but, uh…

I'll be okay.

Gonna head home on foot. Get some fresh air, clear my head.

Okay.

Ciao.

-See you. -Later.

Now that we've found each other, I don't wanna lose you, know what I mean?

But I mean, I…

Do you know what I'm trying to say?

Because I get the impression that you don't.

Um, well… Yeah, I get it.

Now we need to be real sisters,

but-but I don't mean like…

M-My bag!

He stole my bag!

Call the police! Police! Call the police!

Damn it!

-Hello? -Hey, Léo. It's me, David.

Finally, man. I was worried.

But where are you?

Yeah, I'm in custody at the police station.

What? In custody? What do you mean? What are you doing there?

Doesn't matter. Listen to me.

Yeah, sorry. I'm listening, you're with the police.

Léo, I found the wallet in that woman's bag.

I hid it in a dumpster.

-No way. Where? -Right outside the hospital.

It's a yellow dumpster. Yeah, the lid is yellow.

Oh, fuck!

What the absolute fuck?