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Mm. Only the best for my bar mitzvah.

This is fucking amazing!

-Right? This salmon tataki. Okay. -Mm-hmm.

-Who votes for this? -For sure.

No way, guys. Salmon tataki makes your mouth smell like a litter box.

Especially with champagne. We should definitely avoid that.

Plus, veggies are better.

What about the asparagus?

No, guys. Asparagus is terrible. It makes your pee smell super gross.

Apparently, she's planning a golden shower for my bar mitzvah.

Let me know, maybe I'll need to provide a tarp.

Yeah, right.

Anyway… And the shrimp? They're huge, right?

Shrimp this big come from Madagascar. So just imagine the carbon footprint.

Whoa, is everything on your hit list today or what?

Seriously. I book a great place just for us,

so we can try all this amazing food by a great chef,

and you're busting my balls with, like,

carbon-footprint shrimp and litter box salmon, c'mon.

Fuck it, you know what?

It's my bar mitzvah, so I choose the salmon,

and the meat will be prime rib.

And Léo, I'll throw in some julienne veggies on the side for you, okay?

Thank you, my friend.

-Everyone happy? -Perfect.

All right. Great. L'chaim!

-L'chaim! -Great.

L'chaim!

Huh?

What the fuck is this?

Shit.

I-I don't get it, what do they want?

They're accusing us of stealing the ticket from Mr. Pivot.

No! We didn't steal anything. It was our ticket.

We know that, but how can we prove it?

Yeah, but he's mainly accusing us of trying to kill Pivot.

That's literally a one-way ticket to jail.

My legs are numb.

We're in deep shit.

Let's think this through. Who would threaten us like this?

Loads of people, hate to break it to ya. There's Jordan, we ruined his life…

That man from the LJF, David threatened him with a screwdriver.

And there's Victoire.

We tried to screw her over too, right? To mention just a few.

All right, guys, calm down. You know what?

We'll just give him money, and he'll leave us alone.

Well, if he wanted money, he would've asked for it.

I mean, that's what blackmailers do, right?

Yeah.

-Fuck. -What?

What did he say?

He said he just wants to play.

This code is driving me nuts.

It makes no sense. The numbers don't correspond to letters.

Wait, did you try going backwards? Y'know, reversing the alphabet?

Yeah, forget it, I've tried everything. It's meaningless.

Same here.

I turned it into GPS coordinates. I mean, I get nothing.

The whole thing's baloney.

Oh, I love baloney!

Baloney, mustard, and cheese.

That's my favorite sandwich.

Goat cheese.

Honestly, bro, nothing personal, but this is really not the time.

We're all toast. Okay?

What kind of toast?

-No, man… Tom, he doesn't mean-- -Can I join you?

Five heads are better than one, know what I mean?

No, Tom, seriously. It's an equation.

It's really complicated, it's not your thing.

Let's see.

Oh wow.

Is this the math homework? Fuckin' A.

This is crazy, what the hell?

One of your balls is out.

Oh! Oh.

-Sorry. -Mm-hm.

What's going on here? Shit.

Okay. Got it.

You're lucky I'm a genius.

Léo, gimme your phone real quick.

Wait. Don't get too excited. What're you gonna do?

Ninety-two.

That's where all the rappers live. Yeah?

But it's also…

C'mon, Tom, now's not the time for your endless guessing games.

-Seriously… -Okay.

I'll break it down.

No worries.

Plus, 92 is Pakistan's country code.

There's 20 numbers. How can you possibly think it's a phone? Are you crazy?

It's not one phone number, David. It's two phone numbers in a row, idiot.

Okay? Look, what caught my attention were the two 92s.

This one right at the start, and this one smack-dab in the middle right here. See?

Look.

Well, we might as well try, right?

So, uh, I'm calling.

Sometimes he's right…

Pretty impressive, Tommy.

Fuckin' A!

Hm.

The number you have dialed is not in service.

-Please check the number and dial again. -Fuck.

Wait, I know, let's…

We're not getting anywhere like this. We need someone who knows computers.

I'm sorry, Samia, you won't like this.

No, no, no, no way, c'mon. Just forget it.

I'm so lost. What is all this?

It's an address that opens the interface, apparently.

Damn, this guy's good.

I mean, I've never seen anything like it.

What the…

Wait.

What the hell is this?

-Oh no. -Oh my God.

Hold up, hold up.

I don't get it.

What did you do to Mr. Pivot?

-Nothing. -Seriously.

No, I'm out. Whatever trouble you're in, I'm not getting involved, okay?

Th-This is not my problem.

He had an accident, it wasn't our fault.

Who do you take us for? We didn't hurt Mr. Pivot.

Yeah, we just asked him to cash in our lottery ticket.

Wait, cash what in?

So you're the ones who won the lottery.

Not Jordan.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Now I understand why you dumped me all of a sudden.

That had nothing to do with it.

Okay, I'll help you out.

For half a million euros.

-A quarter million. -Don't start, David, come on. Okay.

So what is this app thing, anyway?

It's a bootleg app.

You have to download it if you wanna get in touch with this guy.

Okay, then. Let's do it.

Oh. Huh.

What's that?

Fuck.

I don't understand.

What the hell is this?

Oh fuck.

"No talking."

"Don't try to fool me."

"Don't try to cheat."

"Keep your phones on."

Fuck…

Guys, I… I don't feel well. I think I'm gonna faint.

What if we just ignore his game? What's gonna happen?

He'll go to the police. It's pretty obvious.

Honestly, if I were you, I wouldn't risk it.

This reminds me of Anonymous, y'know, heavy stuff.

I'm sorry, guys.

-Shit… -Jesus Christ.

Take your time and stay focused, okay?

You've got 45 minutes left on this practice exam.

Turn off your phones, please.

Yeah, yeah, sorry.

I'm sorry, uh…

Um…

Uh… can I please go? I'm about to have an accident.

-Really? -Yeah.

-Okay, but don't be too long. -Thanks.

I have to go too.

-Come on, you can't go at the same time. -But, I, uh…

-I've got the runs? -Uh… Okay, just go.

Me too.

-My stomach's doing backflips, sorry. -Yeah. Me too. Me too.

It's not hard to understand.

You either pay four and a half million euros

or accept the challenge to keep David out of prison.

Yeah, so just do it.

She's gonna hate me, isn't she?

Chloé's just a gold digger.

She doesn't give a damn about you.

I could pay him, though.

Are you out of your mind? You won't pay four million for Chloé.

Seriously, snap out of it. Okay?

-Fucking do it. -Okay!

Yeah, okay, yeah, you're right. Okay.

Go on.

-Yeah, I, uh… -Let's go. You're doing it.

Yeah, I'm doing it, yeah. I'm doing it.

Oh fuck.

Okay, we've got one hour to sneak into Chloé's place and get back the gifts.

David, you keep watch out front. The three of us go in.

Okay, you're good to go. The coast is clear.

Don't worry, I got an awesome spot, can't miss her.

Yeah, okay, great.

Okay, he says we're clear. Go, Léo. Time's ticking.

-I'm not sure about this. -Come on!

-Hurry up, Léo! -Okay.

Help me down.

-It's three feet, you're kidding, right? -Help me down!

I did it wearing six-inch heels, man, just…

Come on, one, two, okay.

Not so bad.

It's fine, no one's home.

Look! There's an open window. Perfect.

Léo, climb up this way.

-No, it's too high. -Shh.

It's too high.

-I'll give you a boost so you can climb. -Yeah, good idea.

-Just get on my back, c'mon. -No.

Hey, come on. Give me your foot.

Hurry. Put your knee on my back.

-One, two, go! -Okay.

Yeah, push.

A little more. Hang on… Got it.

-Hey, watch it! -Hurry up, come on!

-Hold onto something. -Pull yourself up.

Fuck, he hurt my ear.

-This is high. -That's, like, five feet high, bro.

I'm going in.

-Oh fuck… -You okay?

-Yeah. -Oh man.

This pergola's barely hanging on.

-It feels really unstable up here. -You're fine, just keep climbing.

Okay.

You know, I'm glad he's taking that stuff back from that little bitch.

Whoa, oh, oh!

I'm okay, I'm okay.

What's up, are you in?

Yeah, but Léo's panicking. You sure we're clear?

He's so annoying. I mean, I told you, there's no one around.

You're in the clear.

Fuck.

COME SEE ME TODAY

YEAH OK

Jesus Christ.

Okay, hacker person, so here are all the boxes,

the boxes and, uh, and the purses.

This one's a Prada. Um…

Um, some shoes too.

Uh, these are McQueens.

Uh, Ale… Alexander McQueen.

Not Lightning.

Uh, some jewelry.

Uh, I don't know what brand.

Oh shit.

-Damn it. -What the fuck is this?

-What are you doing here? -Uh, wait.

Chloé, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I…

I mean, I really wanted to call you first, okay?

I didn't wanna break in, I mean--

I don't care about that, Léo. What the fuck have you done to my room?

Uh…

It's… It's just…

I just have to take back the gifts I gave you.

-I'm sorry? -Well, yeah. There's--

-Get out of here! Now! -Okay.

-Out! -Yeah.

-Are you kidding me? -I'm sorry, I forgot my bag.

Léo, just go!

I'm already gone.

I'm sorry, bro. I really am.

I looked away for two seconds, and she slipped by.

I don't even know how it happened.

I didn't see her.

But now that it's done, you need to send the video.

Only one minute left.

There, it's done.

It worked, we did it.

Okay.

Thanks, Léo.

No, whatever. David, get off me.

Forget it.

-Léo, wait-- -No. Get-- Get off me.

Shit.

Léo!

BUYING FAKE SPORTS HEALTH TESTS

Motherfucker.

WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK TO THE GOLF CLUB?

YOU LOOK GOOD FOR A 21-YEAR-OLD

YOU LOOK GOOD BY A GARBAGE CAN

Oh my God, man! That's insane!

Mm.

No.

Oh man!

-Whoa. -My eyes! C'mon, you're a pain in the ass!

You okay, man?

Well, not great, to be honest.

I can tell.

Wanna rub one out? To take the edge off?

The fuck, man?

Hmm… You sure?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

Well, I guess I will.

Oh! Hold on.

I've got some good news for you.

Samia likes you.

Right, good one, yeah.

No, I swear. She loves you.

She told me.

Tom!

Okay. I'll leave you to it.

Good night, bro. Love you.

I'll show you my new rap tomorrow.

That'll cheer you up.

Mm.

Hello, you've reached Léo's voicemail.

Please leave a message after the tone.

He won't pick up.

Because of that fucking blackmailer stirring shit up between us.

You know, he's not gonna stop, right?

I've been thinking, it's gotta be someone who hates us.

No way they're just doing it for the money.

Wouldn't make sense.

I have something to tell you, but don't get mad.

What?

I've got a bad feeling about Victoire.

What do you mean, a bad feeling?

The other day at school, she was acting really weird,

like, passive-aggressive, and I…

I haven't been able to reach her since. She's avoiding me.

I fucking knew it. I told you guys that bougie bitch was fake!

She found out we tried to fuck her over.

-Now she's turning on us, blackmailing-- -No, wait, calm down, David.

We don't know that.

Anyway, we can't mess this up. We have to be careful with her.

Our money's still in her account.

Did you order food?

-No. -No.

Careful.

Yo. Easy there, tough guy.

Yeah, sorry, bro. I'm a little tense right now.

It's Tom.

-Oh, great. -Yo.

-Hey. -What's up, weirdo?

Uh, not much.

It's Léo. He's not doing great right now.

-I've never seen him like this. -You, worried about your brother?

Yeah. Things are super sad at the house right now, kind of sucks.

So, yeah, y'know, I just want him to feel better.

'Cause even my little rap couldn't cheer him up, so you know, it's, uh…

Your little what?

My little rap.

What do you mean?

Well…

THC got me cray-cray Like I do with the ladies

They want my cock Smells nastay

I'm eating caviar all day

Bitch! It's summer, and I'm wearing kitsch

But I'm cheffin' up in my kitch…

…En

Wow.

Kitchen.

Kitsch, kitchen. Get it?

So you wanna help, right?

No.

You just said you wanted to help your brother.

Oh! Oh, yeah. Well, yeah. Of course I wanna help.

Sure. Sure, sure. Sorry, I misunderstood.

Okay. So you know Victoire, right?

Yeah.

All right, so you're gonna shadow her.

If she does anything weird, you tell us, okay?

You want me to follow her?

Yeah, follow her.

Exactly, but keep your distance.

In disguise?

No, no, no. Absolutely not. Keep it simple.

Of course, I'll keep it simple.

Just a fake mustache.

No. No way. No fake mustaches.

Simple.

Okay, got it.

Okay, guys, the target's in sight.

She's walking fast, confidently. She's heading towards…

This fucking mustache is so fucking itchy.

Okay, I'm back now.

So, she's heading towards Sadi Carnot Square. Pretty focused stride.

Uh, she's wearing shorts. Material, uh, acrylic.

Color, pale aqua. Or maybe pale green.

They look stretchy. Okay, why is she slowing down?

Maybe chafing? That fabric looks aggressive, so maybe.

She's wearing sandals, she probably bought the--

Fuck, what's she doing? She turned around.

I hope she didn't see me.

Oh shit! It's cotton.

Her shorts are cotton.

And they're not stretchy.

Material, cotton, not acrylic. Sorry, I was wrong.

Continuing my pursuit. Over, over.

I found it hard to give my heart away

You didn't do what you promised me

I trusted you and I regret that

-In time I got over it… -This song is so depressing.

He's must really be a mess.

That little idiot really got under his skin.

You were important to me I gave you my all

-Would I do it again? Never -Yo, Léo.

-Damn. -My eyes looking up to heaven

You broke my heart in two

-Mm. -Hey. You okay, bro?

C'mon, Leo, it really hurts to see you like this.

I wanna be alone for a little while, I think.

No way, man. We're getting you out of this, okay?

No, I'm good.

Come on, we could go shoot some hoops for a while.

Yeah, let's go out in the open. You could use some fresh air.

Yeah, or we could… go clean a beach.

I-I wanna be alone.

Can you guys please listen to me from time to time? Just listen to me.

Oh, I can't believe this shit…

Bastard.

Baby blanket… Is that the one your mom gave you?

Wait, hold on, David. You don't have to do this.

We can pay them. That's all you have from your mom.

Of course I'll do it.

I owe you that much, bro.

Thanks, David.

Let's go to my place and get it.

-Okay. -Get dressed, Léo.

Okay, guys. Uh, she's still at the shipping store.

She's, uh… sitting down right now, uh, at computer 4.

She's probably having a hard time printing a shipping label.

Well, she clearly bet on the wrong horse.

Computer 4 has the processing power of a fucking potato.

A total slug.

Update.

She's on the move.

-The manager's talking to her. -Oh.

-How thoughtful of you. -He gave her a package with red tape.

Oh, wow.

She's actually lovely.

Oh, she's got a beautiful vibe.

-I like that. -I'm going there.

She's, uh, upbeat, and sharp.

She doesn't put on any airs.

She's got a petite figure--

Oh! She's heading this way.

Stand by.

She's left her hideout.

I repeat, she's left her hideout.

Okay, I'm going in.

Computer 4 will soon reveal its dark secrets.

-Hello, sir. -Hey.

Search history, search history…

Yep.

"Urinary incontinence shorts."

"Skydiving." "Irritable bowel."

Oh no, poor thing.

All right, what's this?

It's a video.

Oh.

Let's take a trip up the PCH

Let's take a trip and get away

Yo, guys. This has nothing to do with the mission,

but I'm gonna send you this squirrel video, super funny.

This squirrel is doing some crazy shit!

God damn it, I wanna watch it again.

What the fuck? Why is the door open?

Wait here, I'll go see.

Be careful, David.

Son of a bitch.

What is it?

What the hell?

Oh…

They even took the safe.

I TOLD YOU TO COME SEE ME

Oh, that fucker.

Where's your blanket? Time's running out.

In the safe.

Oh no, shit…

But I know where it is.

Hurry up, David.

Now you come see us.

I was gonna come see you tomorrow, damn it.

Yeah, and lie to my face again.

Plus, I got to see your penthouse.

What do you mean, lie to your face, Samir?

Sit down.

Sit down!

You didn't sell any tracks in Korea.

But you did win the lottery.

So don't make me come after my own money, dude.

Hey, I've already paid you back, Samir.

I owe you nothing.

Yeah, that's true. You're right.

But you know what? I don't give a shit.

I want my share. How much did you win?

Hundred and fifty K.

David.

I've had enough of your bullshit.

I've had it!

Okay, fine, I won 17 million.

-Shit. -You're fucking rich!

Time to pay up.

No, that's-that's impossible. I didn't win alone. There's five of us.

Six.

There are six of us now.

No, we already split the money. That won't work, I can't.

Why won't you share with your family, David?

You didn't mind sharing our couch, remember?

Or our food.

Not even our mother.

For years, right? Did you forget?

Okay, you know what, Samir?

It's fine, we'll talk it through, just not now.

I'm in a hurry right now. I need something from my safe. Just a rag.

Okay?

Who are the others?

I can't tell you that.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait!

Keep stalling, and I'll blow you away next time. Get it?

Okay.

-Okay. -Talk!

Jessica Dayez, Léo Panzoni, Samia Lasry, and Victoire Varrois, okay?

You know what? I can't wait to meet 'em.

Jesus, Samir…

Don't try to fuck with me, David!

Yo. Just wanted to say, Victoire's incredible.

Super bubbly.

She reminds me of a Fanta orange I was drinking on vacation last summer…

Ugh, he's so annoying. He's just feeding us garbage, fuck.

-Well, that's Tom. Y'know? -Yeah, well, he's a pain in the ass.

Hey, are you okay? Did you get it?

Yeah, I got it, it's here. We're good.

I was worried, I mean, I thought I heard a gunshot. What was that?

No, that was, uh, a tire that burst.

Well, come on, we have to hurry.

Samir was actually super chill.

Yeah, well…

For someone who broke into your house.

David, I'm so sorry, but we're running out of time.

Okay, the video's sent.

-No, wait! -The fuck are you doing?

David!

What the fuck! He can't swim.

-Oh no. -Fuck.

Wait, wait, wait, no, Samia.

Oh man!

Oh my God.

Breathe! Breathe!

You jerk! You really fucking scared me.

I'm sorry. It was a reflex, I wasn't thinking, okay?

A reflex? You could have died, you dumbass!

Oh shit.

What do they mean, failure? That's impossible.

I swear I sent the video. I sent it in time, what the fuck?

Damn it.

Now he's saying we cheated by getting it back.

Oh fuck. I'm sorry, Léo.

That's it, I'm fucked.

But how does he know?

How does he know we got it back?

Jesus, that means he's watching us…

He must be here.

Where the fuck is he?

Where are you, motherfucker?

Show your face!

Hey, guys, wait.

Guys.

Look over there. I think it's him.

There he goes!