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Stop!

Stop! Stop running!

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Fuck. My heels! Shit!

Stop!

Ah!

-Hey! -Stop running, you son of a bitch!

Fuck!

Léo, look! There they are! Look!

Stop!

That's it, David!

Yeah!

-Ahh! -Fuck!

-I'm really sorry. Here. -You okay, David?

Oh fuck. Ah, I was so close!

-Man… -Why'd you call my name, man?

I was being supportive.

So? Where'd he go?

He… He…

He what, he what?

Construction site.

-Huh? -What?

He jumped into a construction site. I couldn't follow him.

Fuck!

God damn it, that son of a b--

"In jail, you are placed in a closed-off environment,

surrounded by thieves, rapists, and murderers."

Oh, right. Rapists. Fuck.

Oh come on.

Hey, bro, I won't let any rapists get near your ass, man. Okay?

Don't worry. I'll tell Paul the blackmailer's here.

Give me your phone, Jess. Thanks.

Hey, Paul. It's David. The blackmailer is in Marseille.

We only have 48 hours.

SURVIVING LOCK-UP

He's here, he's in Marseille.

He's here, damn it. We saw him. So stop busting my balls and do something,

or else you can kiss the money goodbye, bitch.

Take it easy, man. No need to talk to him like that.

Right.

"Avoid joining a gang."

"In most prison deaths, the victims are affiliated with gangs." Hm.

You're stressing me out, Léo, c'mon.

I bet I'm next.

I can't go to prison. I mean, I've never even had sex.

Well, I've done it three times, that's not why I'm, uh…

-Where you going? -There's something I gotta do.

Three times? Really?

-Hey! How are ya? -Mm. Good.

I have to tell you… to tell you something, actually. Um…

I mean, I know this might sound, uh, a bit weird,

but I-I, uh… I've never hooked up with anyone.

Like, I-I never wanted to, because I was scared of getting pregnant.

-Okay. -Uh, because, y'know, I… was an accident.

And, uh… My mom got pregnant with me when she was 17, which is my age.

And, um… my dad left because of that.

I didn't have a dad.

And, uh, my… my mom had to drop out of school, y'know, to… to raise me.

But, uh… Anyway!

Uh, in short, I'm just trying to tell you

this is very urgent, and I absolutely need a condom, so…

Oh, I mean, I uh, need to have sex with you,

but wearing a condom.

Y'know, just to be safe.

Okay. Well, uh… why don't you come in first.

And then we'll, uh… see about that.

Yeah, we'll see.

-Sorry, I talked your ear off, didn't I? -Yeah. It's fine.

Okay.

Okay, take your pants off.

Hey, uh, there's no rush. Okay?

Well, there is, actually.

For your safety, steer clear of confrontation

whenever you can and keep a low profile.

-When learning self-defense… -What's up, bitches?

What's going on… Oh, hey…

You look bummed out.

Hup!

Oh…

Crazy.

Oh, God damn it.

Yeah, Tom. We are bummed, okay?

So, do you have any actual news on Victoire,

or are you just gonna tell us that

she walks using both her feet,

but weirdly, she uses her right hand to open doors?

No. No news for now, but man, gotta say, she's pretty awesome.

We don't care, Tom.

Oh no, I swear. She's one hell of a woman.

She's got a big heart, beautiful energy,

She twisted herself into a pretzel to get a gift for her mother.

-Mm-hmm. -What?

Twisted herself.

Yeah, y'know.

Like, all twisted up.

You know, like a pretzel that's all fucked up

-and twisted-- -I don't care, forget that.

You said "mother". Right? Her mother.

It's her birthday, uh, so Victoire took her to a restaurant, you know?

That's why I'm giving myself a bit of a couch break.

Her birthday? She told us she was an orphan. You sure about that?

Uh, yeah.

Well, I heard her calling her "mama".

Then again, it could be a nickname.

Maybe she's not her mom.

I mean, like, rappers say it all the time, right?

"My man."

"Ma man."

"Mama…"

Damn it, what the fuck is going on here?

-Tell me you took photos. -Tons of 'em.

-Okay, show me. -A whole photoshoot.

Okay, check it out.

Okay. Uh…

Okay. Uh, No, not that.

No.

Oh, That's a, uh… a super cute street cat I saw.

Think he's malnourished.

-I hope he's okay-- -Just cut to the chase.

-Give me that, come on. -No, David. Please--

Tom…

Uh, that's--

Wait. Here it is.

She's clearly her mom. They look exactly alike.

So she lied about her dead parents?

I mean, who does that?

A psycho. Or maybe a blackmailer.

Yeah, but look at that.

It's 3:00 p.m., so it wasn't her we chased.

Unless she has an accomplice. Victoire couldn't run that fast anyway.

Wait. Hold on, go back for a sec.

What's she putting in the trash?

That? Yeah. It's the thing she picked up at the store.

Tom, you know where this trash can is?

No fucking idea.

Just kidding, it's one of my favorites.

You don't have to… Hey, watch it!

Fucking idiot…

Here! All right, I've got it.

Wow. I got spooge on my hand!

What the fuck's that about?

Hup!

-Fuck, it's on my bracelet. God damn it. -Okay.

"Topalovic."

Wait, her name's Victoire Varrois.

Why's she collecting packages that aren't for her?

Because she's helpful? That's so sweet…

Maybe this is the guy we were chasing earlier.

-Oh, right. -Her accomplice.

Topalovic, that sounds Russian, Eastern EU.

Wait, "ic." I think that means "s-son of".

-Son of a bitch? -No.

-Fucking son of a bitch? -No, no, no, no.

-Uh, uh, son of Topa-- -Son of a tramp?

-No! -What's wrong with you?

-Son of Topalov. -Jesus, guys, we're getting nowhere.

C'mon. We need to make up with Paul, or else we're fucked.

He pissed me off.

Money or not, I don't care. He can't talk to me like that, period.

I get it, but c'mon, we were all hanging by a thread.

I mean, it's nothing personal.

Whatever, Sam. I know your friends never liked me.

I'm just useful to them right now, that's all.

So do it for me. C'mon.

You… You used to love me, didn't you?

I'm sorry, I've been awful.

Yeah, I'm sorry too.

For what?

For thinking that money could change you. I…

I mean, I should've known you were struggling.

Struggling?

I talked to Sofiane. He told me about your heart thing.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

Talk to me, it's okay. I know you, don't I?

I know you won't admit when things are bad.

People don't like you just because you're strong.

I love you so much more than them…

That was great.

Yeah.

You were right, that was a good call.

Uh, y'know, starting slowly, taking our time…

with foreplay and all that stuff, going step by step.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, it's better that way.

Hm.

Oh fuck. I gotta run.

-Oh shit. -Uh, so…

Franck and Joumana's gala.

I have to get ready. I'm super late right now, I, uh…

I'll come with. So we can stay together.

That's very sweet.

But it's not the kinda party you bring the bartender to, right?

Oh wow. Okay. Say it like it is.

Sorry, sorry.

I managed to trace the blackmailer's app.

You see, it changes server every hour.

There's a pattern of addresses in Serbia.

At first I thought it was a fake,

but now that you've mentioned a Topalovic, it seems credible.

Something's not adding up. He's here.

We saw him here.

It could be a network, y'know? Or…

she could be paying a hacker somewhere in Serbia and someone here to watch you guys.

Fuck. She's a master manipulator, I swear.

Hold on.

Victoire must be in touch with the guy in Serbia.

Yeah, and…?

I could check her computer and phone records.

Okay.

Then we'll have to search her place.

K…

Topalovic.

-Oh fuck. -There we go!

Ugh, I don't feel well, man.

I think it's because of all this jail stuff.

It's messing with my stomach.

What's up? D'you find anything?

I'm watching some weird stuff.

Apparently Topalovic is, uh, like, a really common name in the Balkans.

Ugh. Now what?

Well, no idea, bro. I can't find him like this.

There's like 50,000 results.

Ugh, I gotta run. Oh fuck.

Sweetie! What are you doing?

I'm getting ready.

You've been doing that for two hours and you're not telling me why.

It's gotta be for someone special, right?

-Ugh, Mom! Gimme a break! -I mean, it's been two hours.

I can't. I can't. There's no way. I can't.

Hey, c'mon, you're overreacting, Jess.

Yeah, he's right… I mean it's not that bad, is it?

Yeah, this is awful.

I'm not doing it, absolutely not. Sorry, guys. I'm not.

I don't give a fuck if that bitch Victoire wants to keep all the money,

I'm not gonna screw up my life.

No way. But, Jess. That's such a lame challenge.

Damn it, David, you know my mom, right?

She's gonna embarrass me, she'll act up, do a bunch of crazy shit.

Plus, I mean, it's not just that.

You wouldn't get it.

What wouldn't we get? Tell us, at least. What is it?

Huh?

Someone will be there, and I can't run into them while I'm with my mom.

Jess, did you see my challenge?

I mean, I had to go to Chloé's, climb that wall, right?

-Go into her room-- -What, you want a medal?

-No, I'm just saying she probab-- -Drop it.

The blackmailer isn't playing fair, so--

-Stop. -Okay.

Okay, fuck it, come on. I'll do it.

God damn it, I gotta get moving.

Léo, can you look after my little brothers, please?

Wow, look at this entrance!

Thank you, my friend!

Oh wow.

My God, sweetie!

-Let's go, hurry up. -Hold on, I'm wearing heels.

Wait, sweetie.

Slow down, these shoes are a fucking nightmare.

It's beautiful!

Oh! They're taking photos!

-No. Mom, don't start. -Okay. That's it, perfect.

-And one more. -Come on, smile. Huh?

Wonderful!

-Oh wow! -Let's go, come on. Get moving.

-We need to cherish this moment. -We don't have time.

-Just step right up there. -C'mon.

Smile, sweetie.

-Hold on, this is in my way. -You want to put your purse down?

-Yeah, well, you're in my way. -Nice and close.

Let's make a little heart, hon.

-Mom, no, that's enough. -You're no fun. Let's do a crazy one.

-We can put them on the fridge! -Mom…

You're making me uncomfortable.

-Come on, let's go. -Wait!

-That's beautiful. -Get your purse.

Jesus Christ!

Okay, my turn.

You're going to jail! You're going to jail!

-You're going to jail! -Yeah, yeah, okay.

-I get it. -You're going to jail!

-You're going to jail! -Can you shut up?

Seriously.

Well, if you roll a double, you'll get out.

No, uh… I'm not playing anymore.

DANGEROUS GUY PRISON

-Hey, my hotel! Give me that! -He was on my square.

USA: CRIMINAL WHO ESCAPED…

No!

Steph, follow me.

Stéphane, allow me to introduce you to the new generation.

This is Jessica Dayalala.

SUCCESS YOU JUST SAVED SAMIA!

She's studying law at Aix.

Delighted to meet you, miss. Stéphane Le Carpentier. How are you?

Uh…

Pardon. Uh… Sorry.

Nice to meet you. Sorry, I, uh… Yeah.

Yeah. So, uh… We've been friends for 30 years.

We met when we were your age, you know.

Really? Whoa, yeah, that was…

…ages ago, right?

Well, we know, uh, we're not that young, but no need to rub it in.

Oh no, no, wait.

-That's not… That's not what I meant, I-- -Oh, baby. Good. Great timing.

Our Jessica is being very mean.

I think she just called us a couple of old farts.

-Not at all! That's not what I meant… -I must say, she really hurt our feelings.

Where did you find that one, Franck?

At this rate, man, I hope you have enough booze.

I plead not guilty. My wife's in charge of the guest list.

Oh, stop it!

He's a magistrate.

We studied law together, so I thought you'd like to meet him.

-I remember, you turned up in an R-five. -It was a Turbo.

Jessica…

Are you okay?

-Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm good. -Good.

I'm great. Yeah.

So, as I was saying, he was going to speak right after me.

-I must've been speaking… -Sweetie. Have you tried the shrimp?

It's so good, it's insane.

-Mmm. -Not just the shrimp, right?

So good.

Are you okay, sweetie? You're pale.

Oh, um… Excuse me, sorry. Is that… Is that your mother, Jessica?

Well, it's a pleasure. Franck Veracci.

Is that why you brought me here?

-Oh! -Damn it!

Tom, take off that stupid cap.

No! This is my disguise, my process. Without it, it'll never get you in.

Stop messing around--

Yes?

Good evening, ma'am. I'm here for the census.

-Oh. Tom. -Oh, Victoire…

What are you doing here?

Well, you know, temp job, doing the census.

Then bam! Victoire.

What a small world, right?

Got any Coke Zero?

Uh, I don't think so. Why?

Because I'm so thirsty. I mean, with that hill, the heat and all.

Right, uh, wait here. I'll get you some water, okay? Wait here.

Yours is the last house. I've been around the whole neighborhood.

Congratulations.

-For what? -Awesome choice of neighbors, really.

Ah. Well, then, thanks.

Okay, well, have a seat right over here.

-Okay. -Be right back. I'll get you some water.

There.

You get her phone. We'll get her computer.

Ah.

Hm. Yeah, thanks.

Come on, Mom, that's enough.

Mom!

Come on, Mom!

Why are you crying? I should be the one crying.

What the hell? He's supposed to be your childhood sweetheart.

He didn't know who you were!

Why didn't he recognize you?

What do you want me to say?

Hmm?

That you were the result of a wild night at a bar?

Wasn't the whole impossible love thing better?

The truth would've been better, Mom.

Oh, baby. Please…

Jessica, wait.

Wait!

Where's her fucking laptop?

Hey, Samia, is that Russian?

Oh shit, yeah. Looks like it.

Google says it's Serbian.

Damn it, it has to be her.

I'm gonna check that on my laptop.

-No, you don't have to. -Yeah, I mean, I need my laptop anyway.

Oh, a shoe!

-Huh? What? -What?

Nothing.

Uh. No.

What are you talking about? What shoe?

That, uh… Shoes, uh, are my life.

What are you saying?

Uh… I'm saying that in my life… uh, I, uh, struggle to find shoes that really fit me.

So I end up, um…

Y'know, I um… I hurt myself.

Y'know? I get big blisters.

It's really unpleasant, then when I take my shoes off…

-I get the picture. -Smells awful.

-What? -It really does.

-It reeks. -Oh shit.

Exactly.

Smells like shit. Y'know, my feet.

Uh, so?

Mm.

I really like you.

Hm.

And you, uh, came all the way here to tell me that?

Oh Tommy.

-Fuck! Yes! -Oh my God, Tom!

I'm gonna call you Vicky. Vicky, Vicky.

I'll call you Vicky!

Jess, why didn't you tell us about this?

I just wanted to see the pride in his eyes, you know?

When I told him I… that I was his daughter.

Instead, I just find out I'm the result of a fucking one-night stand.

No, c'mon, don't say that.

No, don't. Uh…

K-Kerouac--

Kerouac wrote On The Road in one night.

And he created a masterpiece.

Or maybe it was three weeks or, I mean…

Anyway, I don't know, but even three weeks for a novel,

that's super quick, so…

Yeah.

You're sweet.

Ow, fuck!

Damn it, watch it!

-What are you doing? -Just keep looking.

You're stressing me out!

Wait. There's a safe.

Weird.

Oh yes!

Check this out.

Katarina Topalovic.

Holy fuck, she's the blackmailer.

I'm telling you, Victoire is fucking terrifying.

She wants to get us all locked up.

Don't worry, she doesn't know we know.

-It's okay. We just have to play it cool. -Yeah.

That's right, we gotta suck up to her, win her trust.

-Right. -Oh wow, dude! Look at that!

Whassup.

What's good?

-Uh… -Léo, damn, I like it…

Looking lit, bro.

You look cool.

No, I don't look cool. I'm dangerous, Jess.

Anyway, what do we do about Victoire?

We get her on her own and make her talk.

And if it goes wrong, we'll be killed by a bunch of Serbians.

Don't worry, come on, it's fine. Uh, I found the perfect place.

We just need to get her to come to the port.

Okay.

I know… I know what we could do.

One, two, three!

-So, will you help us? -No way.

I've been thinking lately…

and I won't lead her into a trap.

Please, Tom. Do it for us.

I love her.

You hear me?

-Tom. -No. No way.

Let me practice, okay?

I have to work on minha expressão.

Obrigado.

Shua! Hya!

Pow!

Yeah!

Perfect.

Actually, Tom, you're really good at this, uh…

What's it called? That, uh, uh…

-Capoeira. -Yeah.

It's great. But shouldn't you be using a little, uh, a little mat?

We wouldn't want you, well, to hurt your neck, you know? Right?

Right.

Yeah, come to think of it,

I just remembered that my mentor's mentor is paraplegic.

So yeah, maybe throwing down a little mat isn't a bad idea.

His name is Fernando Salgado. He was from Pipa.

Well, I guess he's still from Pipa, he just can't go there anymore.

Look out, look out!

-I got his phone. You know his password? -Yeah, sure.

-So… -Let me out! David!

"Hey, Victoire."

Uh, "Meet me at Corbière Port at 6:30 tonight."

-Let me out of here! -Yeah.

-Not cool, guys. -That's it. Yeah, send that.

-Add an emoji. A rose. -Yeah.

-I rapped for you! -And an eggplant.

And an eggplant.

-Are you sure? -Yeah, well…

-Seriously, guys, come on! -Okay. Sent.

-Okay. Let's go. -Okay.

We head out to sea, wait till she's in the water,

and then we go for it. Okay?

This thing is awful. It burns 130 gallons of fuel per hour.

Let's just get a rowboat.

-What is this, a trap? -Oh, Vic!

Oh!

Well, no, uh, it's not a trap, it's not a trap. It's a…

It's a surprise!

Surprise!

-Woo! -Check out this boat!

Yeah, so we, uh… We booked the yacht for the day,

so you could spend a day on a yacht, with us.

A boat day.

With the fam, right?

Hold on, I don't get it. You've all been ghosting me for days.

And now you come up with a surprise?

Um… No, come on, girl. Nobody's ghosting you, okay?

Oh please.

So, like, nobody's doing rooftop drinks without me?

Uh…

Actually, we met up on that rooftop because…

Without you, because… because we wanted to organize this, so…

so we couldn't invite you, right?

-That'd ruin the surprise. -Yeah.

That's right. Uh… Yeah. Exactly. That's why we, uh…

We met up to figure out what to do for you.

Yeah, right. You're, uh, taking good care of our money.

We had to thank you.

I mean, I thought you ditched me

because you didn't need me anymore, actually.

Of course not!

-Never. Not in a million years. -No way!

You sweet kitties.

You're too cute.

So, uh… Let's go!

-Let's go. -Let's.

-Wait, what about Tom? -Uh… No. Tom, uh…

Tom can't make it. He has a thing with Mom.

He has a thing with Mom.

Oh, what a bummer…

I'm the king!

I'm the king of the world!

Yeah, Victoire! Are you having fun?

Léo, cheer up, man!

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!

Fuck!

Guys! It's been two hours!

Too long for a prank!

Ladies and gentlemen, we're anchored, if you'd like to swim.

That's great.

-Yes. -Awesome.

Oh, I wasn't planning on swimming,

and I didn't even bring my bathing suit, so, uh…

I brought you one.

-And it's pretty adorable too. -Oh, thanks.

Pretty. Well, I'll, uh…

-I'll go get changed, then. -Yeah, awesome.

-Bathroom's below. -Woo! Be right back.

-Mm-hmm. Okay, see you. -Yeah.

Ciao.

Okay, guys, it's time.

Just keep your cool, all right?

What if she doesn't confess? We're not gonna kill her, y'know?

I hope not.

What? She's fucking crazy!

She's been gone two seconds. What the fuck?

Fuck her.

What the fuck? How did she even manage to put that in your bag?

Is she trying to end your career? If you snort that, you're banned for life.

I mean, she could even overdose with that much cocaine.

-Whoa. -I'll fucking kill her, guys. I swear.

No, wait, hold on, Samia. Just sit down and press play.

Press play before she suspects something.

-Stick to the plan, okay? -Okay, okay.

But you know, uh, plastic in the sea…

I mean… not cool.

Oh wow, I can't wait to dive in.

Yeah, me too. The water looks great.

Yeah, well, you guys go ahead. I'll watch you from here, just in case.

Come on!

Uh… Yeah, I'm not sure about this.

Uh, it looks pretty cold, y'know? I get cold really easily.

-What? No. -I'm not sure.

-The water looks perfect, right? -No way. Totally.

Where's Samia?

What the hell, guys? You're completely nuts!

What are you doing? Put the ladder back!

You've fucked us from the beginning, huh?

What? Just let me back up, it's not funny.

Let me make this very clear.

You're not getting back on until you tell us the truth.

Tell you the truth about what, damn it?

I don't know, "Katarina." Depends on what lie you wanna start with.

Oh no. Did you see the video?

What do you mean? What video?

Uh, if I tell you the truth, will you let me back up?

Uh, yeah, yeah, we're listening.

Okay.

Okay. Uh…

Last year, I was dating a senior from school, and…

Anyway, he-he… He wanted us to do things with two of his friends.

And, well, I didn't know they were filming me.

They posted the video online.

And it went viral.

That's why I… why I had to move here and change my name.

That's the truth, I swear.

Yeah? What about your mother, then?

No, my mom's not dead. She wasn't murdered.

I don't know, I-I guess I just wanted to feel accepted, y'know? Because…

I was scared of being alone, or whatever.

It's pathetic, I know. I'm sorry.

Come on, guys, that's enough.

Fuck, I think she's telling the truth.

What do you mean?

We're chasing the wrong lead.

-Hold on, what do you mean? -She's not the blackmailer.

-I don't know, David. -You okay?

Game over.