Original subtitles

["Sexy and I Know It" by LMFAO playing]

♪ I'm sexy and I know it ♪

♪ I'm sexy and I know it ♪

-Hey man, how are you? What's up? -Great, thanks!

-Hi, Steve. -Hey! Come on in.

-Aziz, how you doin'? -Hey, man?

What's up?

Look. Two VIP tickets. Saturday night.

-They're all yours. Happy or what? -Very happy.

It's gonna be a hell of a fight. I'm talking boxing at its best!

Bah-bah-bah. Keep your guard up, okay?

-Hey, Sam! -Hey, beautiful!

Are any of the photo shoot pictures ready?

-Ah, they need editing, hon. -Editing?

Yeah, hon! You insisted on doing it at a friend's house.

Now look. If you'd listened to me, you'd be on the cover of Vogue.

Only one bottle of champagne? Who orders just one bottle? Cheapskate!

-Hey, Paul. -How you doing?

-Great, and you? -Doing good.

Hey, Tonio. What's up?

Hey, Thibs! Thibs!

[patron] Yeah, I knew I recognized him. Look, every time…

-[Thibs] How are you? -[man] Fine, and you?

Wait, wait. Tell me something.

Why haven't I heard back from your friend in Dubai, huh?

Did you send the deposit?

Of course I did. 30%.

-30? It's 60. -60%?

What's he gonna do with 30% in Dubai?

-You can't even buy a doormat with that. -Doormat?

-Since when? -If you want your money back, just say it.

No, no, no, it's fine. But I'm counting on you, okay?

Pay what you owe and we'll be good, huh? 30% in Dubai. What a joke.

Hey! How are you?

Oh, oh.

You're handsy. [chuckling]

-[knock on door] -Yeah?

Hey, Nico. Hm. Sit down.

I hope you weren't followed. The cops have been on my ass lately.

Nah, don't worry.

Hey.

Nice stuff.

-Told you so. -You did.

So.

This small trinket weighs…

33 grams.

Hm.

Magic potion time. [chuckles]

[sizzling]

32.75.

Hm.

50 ducats times 32.75,

times the price of, uh, of pure gold which is…

95.53.

-Really? -Yeah.

[chuckles]

That comes out to 136,430 euros.

I'll just round it up to 137. Hm?

-Huh. -[laughs]

-You sure that's, right? -You smarter than a calculator?

Hm.

It's 156,430.

[scoffs]

Oh. Yeah.

[chuckles]

[guard] Boss! The cops are here!

[exciting music playing]

-Give me that! -I swear I didn't call them.

Here, keep the change.

[patrons screaming]

-Hey, hey! Police! -Huh?

-Where do you think you're going, huh? -[drunkenly] What do you want?

Okay, get out.

Moron.

[school bell ringing]

FLUNKED

-[sighs] -[lock beeping]

Finally.

[sighs]

Benjamin Costa. Boxing manager.

Sam Gendrec. Photographer.

Thibault "Thibs" Willers.

Real estate developer in Dubai.

Nico Mandred. Art dealer.

A real shapeshifter.

So tell me, who are you?

-If I tell you, what do I get? -Theft, concealment, repeated offenses…

Seven years minimum.

-Hm. -Hm.

Seven years is quite long.

-If you count it in days that's-- -That's 2,555 days.

61,320 hours.

How does zero sound to you… Eddy?

Ah.

I've been keeping an eye on you for a while now.

Eddy Santozzio.

Born on July 3, 1989, in Paris.

Your father's an accountant. Your mother is…

Is ripping people off a job? I'm not sure.

Very talented student, especially in mathematics,

but got thrown out of school at 17.

First sentence at 18 and then snowball effect.

Like Mom.

-Bravo. -Mm.

I'm not a snitch.

Amazing. But nobody's asking you to be one.

I'm looking for someone to go undercover.

[sighs] As what?

As a teacher. In high school. Pretty low-key.

No, no, no.

I'll never set foot in high school again.

Anton Sagirov. He's in charge of the heroin travelling around France.

And the AK's the dealers use to blow each other away? Also his doing.

-This guy? -Mm-hm.

-Nice back. -Yes.

A picture of his feet might help too.

[chuckles]

I've been on his ass for three years. Night and day.

-I barely see my kids or husband. -Your hairdresser either apparently.

I don't know what he looks like but two weeks ago I intercepted a message.

He has a kid that goes to Charles Baudelaire High School in Lille.

If I can identify the kid and the mother then we can put pressure on Sagirov,

get him to come back to France and catch his ass.

And you…

you're gonna find that kid.

What's his name?

-Sagirov. I told you. -Your husband.

What's your husband's name? Huh?

He probably has some weak-ass name.

Like Jonathan.

It's not Jonathan. Anyway, you in?

Find another person.

Please, hello? [sighs]

-Can someone come get me? -I had a colleague go undercover.

Ended up taking leave for burnout 48 hours in.

[clears throat]

You. You're good at math.

You're very good at playing pretend.

The clock's ticking. In three weeks its final exams time.

After that Sagirov gets his kid back and it's over.

Then it's over.

I choose seven years in prison over three weeks in high school. 'Kay?

[scoffs] Yeah. Okay.

-Good. -Mm.

All right, well, good luck then because seven years… it's long.

-Don't worry. I'll be fine. -Especially for a pedophile.

What?

Uh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I've never touched a kid in my life.

I believe you.

But, uh, you know how it goes.

Once the rumors start spreading…

2,555 days getting your ass kicked.

Trust me. You'll end up counting every second.

[exhales]

Don't be upset, Eddy.

We'll take care of you.

Here we are! Home sweet home. Édouard Martin.

Édouard? Ugh! What's up with the shitty name?

New life calls for a new identity. Uh, by the way give me your wallet.

All right, so you got a degree in math.

Then you got a few jobs at accounting firms.

-Wow. -And last but not least,

you felt a sudden urge to give back to our Republic.

-For all it's given you. Right? -[grumbles] Obviously.

Yeah. So you became a math teacher.

There. The Police. Funny coincidence.

July 2007?

Tsk.

-You missed it. -That's my lucky charm so give it back.

I took the room in the back.

-We'll have check-ins twice a day. -All right.

Guess now it's, uh, bedtime. 'Cause tomorrow…

-Tomorrow? -You've got school.

What? I start tomorrow?

No, no, no, no. Wait a sec! I have to study! I don't remember--

Relax. All substitute teachers are lost.

Yup. That's our education system.

[foreboding music playing]

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE HIGH SCHOOL

-[inhales deeply] -[heartbeat pounding]

[school bell ringing]

[students chattering indistinctly]

Substitute?

Yeah. Mathematics.

-Hi. I'm Édouard. -No, no. I won't remember.

Too many of you come and go. I don't need your name.

-Okay. -Where's your first class?

I don't know. Nobody told me.

-Nobody told you? -[boy] What did you say?

-Come say it to my face, motherfucker! -Cut it out, Delbeck!

Do you need help?

Okay, okay.

All right, well, I'll call Viviane. She'll take care of you. Okay.

Perfect. Thanks.

[Delbeck] You gonna cry or what?

[chuckles] Look at him. He's so pathetic.

You okay? Here.

Yeah thanks.

[both grunt]

Sorry, sir. I didn't see you there.

Yeah, no problem. No problem at all.

-What's going on? Kylian, get to class! -[kisses]

Let it go. Hey. Don't start playing his game, 'kay?

Otherwise you're done.

You just have to stay calm. But be prepared.

[laughs] Welcome to our school.

-Ah, Viviane. Great timing. -Édouard? Édouard Martin?

Édouard?

Édouard? Édouard Martin, yes. Nice to meet you.

-I'm Viviane, the PEA. -Okay.

Oh dear. Straight from a Title One?

-A Title One? -Yeah. A low-income district.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Exactly. I came straight from there. -Follow me.

Oh.

Oh my! Always stick to the walls, okay?

Walking these halls is more dangerous than walking on a highway.

-Last year a colleague got trampled on. -Trampled on?

-You're teaching three AP classes, right? -Yeah.

-Did you bring your tup for lunch? -My what?

Your tup. Your Tupperware.

It's either cafeteria or tup.

But for the cafeteria you have to book your spot a day before.

Don't worry. We'll manage for today's lunch.

Give me your number and I'll add you to the WhatsApp group of teachers.

We share little tips and tricks. Send funny pics.

-[chuckles] Trash talk the minister too. -Ah.

It's not very useful but it builds team spirit.

Did the principal send you your codes for your ENT and KOXO?

-For the ENT we use PRONOTE. It's not bad. -Uh.

But don't worry! You'll be fine. And you're not a HT and you won't do OTs.

I mean, unless you want to do ECAs? If you do you'll let us know, okay?

Whatever the case, you can sort that out with EDA.

-All right. Come on. Follow me! -Great.

I'm so fed up! Viviane!

Madam is accusing me of stealing her coffee pods.

-This is absurd! -I'm not accusing you.

I'm blaming you cause you're guilty.

You're always stealing stuff to bring to the migrant camp.

First the coffee pods, then the Post-its.

Excuse me for wanting to bring decency to their lives.

Bring all the decency you want but stay away from my pods.

-They're ten bucks a box. -I'll go buy more.

-There, okay! -No, no, no, no, no, no! No! Listen.

The problem isn't the pods, Viviane. The problem is that I can't take it anymore.

I am fed up!

The teacher's room is supposed to be a safe space.

I am done working with a fascist.

-Oh. -Come on!

If being a fascist is not believing in your dumbass bullshit

of "parent 1" and "parent 2" on report cards.

Then yes! I can say loud and clear that I'm a fascist!

I'm sorry but a child needs a dad and a mom.

I was brought up by a father and mother who came from overseas.

Kept their heads down and worked their asses off to buy their own pods!

I'm gonna stop you, you liar, because back then there were no pods.

-Uh. -There, bam! Timeout card. Shut it.

Listen up, honbuns. This is Édouard, he's our new substitute teacher in math.

Hello.

This is Nora. History and geography teacher.

-Hi. -And Pablo. Physics and chemistry.

-Hello. -And Gilbert, biology.

Hello.

-Nice to meet you, Édouard. -Hi, how are ya?

-Welcome. -Thanks.

-So tell me, is there a pronoun? -Ah, damn it. There we go again.

He? She?

-Is there… a what? -They?

Tsk. Is he joking?

Undetermined? Undetermined is perfectly fine.

No worries. No judgment. You want a coffee?

-All right. If there are any pods left? -No.

Hey. Do you have an extra pod for me?

-Yeah. -Ah.

Okay so I give you a pod and you just take it?

-Yeah. -What if I had poisoned it?

They already poisoned you with their vaccine, no?

-Wake up and smell the coffee. Hm? -That's Laurence, our Russian teacher.

Laurence, this is Édouard. Our new substitute teacher for math classes.

-Hey. Hello. -Say hello. Come on.

Be careful.

[speaks Russian]

[chuckles]

-What does that mean? -You know what I mean.

No. Not really.

-[sighs] -Ah! Well, anyway. There are no pods left.

[muffled] Gilbert, it's time.

Gilbert!

-Huh? Oh. -The bell rang.

The photocopier is in the teacher's room

but either it doesn't work, is out of toner or there's no paper.

Hi, Michel.

Anyway, try to avoid using the photocopier.

Here's your classroom.

Okay.

Hello. Come on in. Hello.

Zelie, how's the sprain?

-Hello! Good morning. -Morning.

-Hi! Hello. -Hi.

-Theo, please. Hood off. Thanks. -Hello.

-[Viviane] Hello. -[boy] Hello.

There. Here's your pass.

Be strong, buddy.

Wait, you're leaving me on my own here?

Uh, I never taught a full class.

But you said you were a teacher at a Title One.

-I was very sick at the time. -Ah?

Practically the whole year. Staphylococcus.

-No way? -It was terrible.

[sighs]

I can't deal with this right now. It's too late.

You didn't watch a YouTube tutorial or something?

Can't you just stay for one class only?

Honbun, you'll be fine. Don't worry, okay? Just don't get upset. Ever.

Once they smell fear, it's over. You're toast.

Teach those who follow. Forget about the rest it's a waste of time.

That's awful, you serious?

I know but that's life.

You throw them in, see who floats and save those ones. Okay?

You've got this! And remember Jefferson.

Who the hell is Jefferson?

[exhales]

[students chattering loudly]

[softly] Good Morning, I'm Édouard Martin. Your, um…

[chattering continues]

[exhales]

Morning everybody. I'm Édouard Martin, your new math teacher.

Of course nobody gives a damn.

[shouting] Shut up!

[Lucie] Sagirov has a kid.

[sighs]

And you…

[exhales]

You're gonna find that kid.

Morning.

[all] Good morning.

I'm Édouard Martin. I am your new

math teacher. I mean for now, all right?

It's an honor to meet you all.

Um, I'm not from here actually. I'm from thousands of miles away.

I grew up in…

in a… in a refugee camp.

In Bosnia. Mm-hm.

Both my parents are dead. But, uh, right before dying, my father, uh…

He told me, ''Doudou."

[speaking made-up Bosnian]

So that's super vulgar and not very cool for my mom.

But then he said, "Doudou, go to France."

"The country of Victor Hugo, Charles de Gaulle."

"France is lots of paid holidays."

"Protests and strikes. Baguettes and croissants. Kylian Mbappé!"

"Go to France…

and teach mathematics."

So that's why I'm here in your classroom today. As your new math teacher.

It's like a tribute…

to my dear father.

Speaking of fathers! Do any of you not know who their father is?

Yeah? Oh amazing!

Not the fact you don't know him. But amazing, nice to meet you. [chuckles]

-Your names please. -Océane.

Lucas.

-Lucas, 'kay. -Ah, Théo.

The rest of you? You, you're happy? Lucky jerks with both parents?

Maybe one of you has a father with a small criminal record?

What's wrong with this guy?

-[girl] Why's he asking that? -Ah!

He can't ask that!

Any ex-cons?

That's harassment, sir!

Harassment? What are you talking about?

-We're just getting to know each other. -He's crazy.

Wow. Calm down. Okay, that's enough guys! Hey!

If that's how it is open your notebooks. Where were you in, uh, in the syllabus?

-Function limits. -Okay, perfect. That's easy.

All right.

Let f be a function of x and y.

Where x represents the…

The number of kilos of cocaine found at every single point of sale,

and y represents the number of Kalashnikovs

crossing the French border each day.

What's the matter? I could do the exercise using potatoes

and… and… and tomatoes but this is the real world, guys! Okay?

Wake up. Mule cars don't carry vegetables in their trunk!

That's life in the hood! Now listen carefully and be honest.

Whose father is in import-export of…

[imitates machine gun sounds]

No?

Nobody?

All right then, fine. We'll just continue with banal function limits and that's it.

[students chattering indistinctly]

-Édouard! Come sit with us! -Coming.

[Eddy sighs]

You sure? That's a lot of carbs.

Yeah, why?

I mean…

[chuckles] See ya.

[Nora] See you later.

What's wrong with my shirt?

-He's kind of a jerk. -Florian, PE teacher.

PE. An acronym I can actually understand.

So how did your first math class go?

[Nora] Oh yeah? So?

-Between us they suck, right? -I know. Tell me about it.

Back then kids were smart. Those days are long gone.

There we go again with the "Things were better back then.”

And blah, blah, blah and bouh, bouh, bouh.

I'm saying if we were more selective with our students

there'd be less shit going on.

If believing in merit makes me a fascist, then yeah. I'm a fascist.

Yes. We agree on that.

-Okay, who wants one? -Already took mine.

-I don't like the new flavor. -You don't?

No. I like these instead. Seroplex, want one?

-What are those? -Antidepressants.

Oh! No thanks.

[chuckles] Yeah, we'll see about that in a week.

[chuckles] Yeah. I'll be gone by then.

I mean, I'm guessing, right?

Unfortunately.

That's the life of a substitute teacher. One day here, another day there.

-Yeah, of course. -Oh, right.

-Like a travelling carney. -[Pablo] I'm gonna be honest with you.

It's absurd and completely scandalous the way they treat you.

By the way, come to our next meeting of the IOU.

-You do? -You're gonna like it.

-Information On Unions meeting. -Thanks. Yeah.

Yeah, cause at SUD we're very concerned about everything.

But mostly job precarity, working conditions and--

-Really? -I swear!

And mostly… Oh, okay. Yeah, I'll wait. See you, okay.

-Hello? -How's your first day?

-Bad. Awful. Get me out of here. -No, no, no, no, no. What's going on?

You spend most days dealing with scum.

Don't tell me you're afraid of a few school brats.

I know how to deal with scum, not silly high school--

Okay, stop!

-Just calm down. -[exhales]

-Try to breathe. -Okay, I am. Yeah.

No, no, no, don't breathe like that. Listen to my breathing.

-Oh, please. -[breathes deeply]

-Are we done? -There you go. Better.

-Nobody spotted you? -No. I don't think so.

-[sighs] -Good job then. Great work.

-Keep it up and you'll soon be free to go. -Perfect.

Don't forget though. Discretion, observation, stealth.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Discretion, observation.

Hey! Don't say sorry, you son of a bitch!

Who did you call a son of a bitch?

Nobody.

[chuckles] We're getting cut off.

Everything's fine. Enjoy your meal.

[school bell ringing]

And right before dying my father looked at me and said,

''Duardo. You must go to France."

"Teach mathematics. France is the country of Victor Hugo and Charles de Gaulle."

"It's lots of paid holidays, strikes and protests and all the no, no, no!"

"Pero, it's la baguette and les croissants and Michel Sardou."

Before closing his eyes for the last time, he looked at me and said,

“Yo soy Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria!”

He had dementia towards the end of his life

but, uh, back then Colombia was harsh.

That being said everyone take out some paper

and write your parents' name, profession, and if they have a criminal record.

-[all clamoring] -That's not allowed!

“Uh! He can't ask us that!” Yes. Yes, I can if I want to.

I just spoke with the minister. She said I can do whatever I want.

Come on. Start writing.

What the hell is he doing?

-Why aren't you writing anything? -No paper.

No paper.

No pen either.

Of course.

Do you know how to write?

-Tsk. -Then write. Parents name and profession.

You a cop, sir? Give me my phone.

-What's the matter? -Give me my phone!

What's wrong? Do you not know your father?

Stop pissing me off.

Ooh! Don't talk to me like that. I'm your teacher.

A teacher? You're no teacher. You're a shitty substitute.

These days even a lousy bum can get a sub gig.

Ooh.

[Kylian chuckles]

-He's on fire, huh? -[chuckles]

But he's gonna quickly cool off before I rip his man bun off.

Really?

Go ahead and try.

Want another beating, Santozzio?

No, hold on, guys. I… I have a plan.

I'm gonna steal the exam sheets and bring them to you.

And worse case scenario, I'll help you during the exam.

-Sounds good? -Wrong answer.

-[gasps] -[students exclaiming]

[girl] Oh God.

[device beeping]

-[alarm sounding] -Ah! Na-na-na-na-na-na-na!

Oh! [shushing]

-Fucking ankle bracelet. -[phone buzzing]

Ah!

Yeah, Lucie?

I know. Yeah.

Well, what do I know? It just won't stop ringing for the past… Huh?

I swear on my mother's life I didn't. Stop yelling at me and turn the bracelet--.

There. Finally.

Other than that I need to tell you. This isn't gonna work.

Why not? Because… because I've just been assaulted.

Yeah. No, it's okay. I'm fine.

Send me to jail then, what can I say? I'll call you back.

[Nora sighs]

I've been dreaming of hitting one of them for ages.

How'd it feel? Satisfying, huh?

-Not really, no. -No?

-No, no. -Édouard? Édouard?

-Yeah? -Hi. Uh…

You know how I always stand by my colleagues, right?

Of course.

I've gotta say right now, I'm very… disappointed.

-Why? -Why? Because violence, Édouard,

is never the answer! We leave that to the police.

Corporal punishment was accepted not so long ago.

-Yeah, totally. You're absolutely right. -Yeah. I know.

You could shit in the streets and marry your sister.

Ever heard of progress?

-[scoffs] Progress. -I know what Kylian is like.

He's an amazing young boy.

-Amazing isn't the word I'd use. -He really is!

-He just has ADHD. -AD what?

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.

[laughs] That's a long way to say "dickhead."

Oh my goodness! Finally! Someone who tells it like it is!

These kids need to be more disciplined.

Break it, fix it. Mess it up, clean it. End of story.

If talking about discipline makes me a fascist--

-Let's cut the crap, you're a fascist. -I'm not a fascist.

-Édouard? -Yeah?

The principal wants to see you.

I'm guessing to fire me? No need. I'm out.

Oh, no, no, no, no! If the principal calls you, you go.

-No choice. That's all there is to it. -I'm sorry but I'm leaving.

No, no, no. Follow me. Come on, let's go.

[intriguing music playing]

[exhales]

Hold on tight! Get ready folks! Ready, steady and spin, spin, spin! [laughs]

[whistles] This is mine now.

Eddy?

Tiphaine?

[chuckles]

What are you doing here?

I'm the principal, and you? Why are you here?

I'm your new teacher. [laughs]

Sandrine, where's Édouard Martin?

He's there.

-Tsk. Eh? -[sighs]

Okay.

Please prepare the paperwork for Mr. Santozzio's dismissal.

Who's Mr. Santozzio?

He is, Sandrine.

Why hello, Sandrine.

But are you sure? We've been looking for a substitute for six months.

-I don't care. -The final exam's around the corner.

-In five minutes he's out of here. -Okay. But don't forget about the finals!

[sighs]

[Sandrine] We just need someone to cover for a few weeks.

Unbelievable.

Still a real beauty.

Who's this Édouard Martin?

That's a long story. Forget about it.

So how have you been? This is… [chuckles]

This is crazy. You've become a school principal… like your dad.

-[laughs] -Hm.

No wedding ring.

What are you doing here? Hm?

Did you come to ruin my life?

No. I told you, it's a…

It's a crazy coincidence.

Turns out I became a teacher and I've been assigned to your school.

And you start off by punching a student. No big deal.

Yeah, well, things kinda got out of control with Kylian.

-I'll go apologize. -No.

You're getting the hell out of here!

Okay?

I'd rather see all my students fail to get their diploma

before having to deal with you for another second!

Hold on. Wait. I have to tell you something.

Sorry.

But you can't fire me just like that.

I think I can. Believe me.

No. Unfortunately, you can't.

I'm not supposed to tell anyone but right now I'm on a mission.

-Wow. Okay. -It's a really huge case so…

-I see you're still a liar. -No. It's the truth! Look at me.

Trust me, please.

Is that…

That's my pen, isn't it?

Oh! Let me go! You're hurting me!

-Come on. Move along. -Oh! Fuck! Lucie!

Wait, guys! Uh. Let him go. It's fine.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-He's a pain in the ass. -I know. Yeah.

-Yeah! I'll remember this! -Man, just shut up.

-[scoffs] -What do you want?

Please don't put me in jail.

You think I find this funny? Three years busting my ass gone 'cause of your shit.

-But it's not my fault! -You didn't hit a kid in first period?

Uh no. It was second period.

-[scoffs] -Wait, wait, wait! Lou! Lou!

Say ''Lou'' one more time and I'll break your knees.

Okay. Lucie.

It's a good thing that the principal knows me.

-We can use that. -She didn't look too happy to see you.

What happened between you?

[sighs]

PRINCIPAL

Come on.

Eddy, we need to go, all right?

-If my dad catches us in his office… -Hold on. Two seconds, Tiph.

Wait! What are you doing?

What's the code?

Eddy, why steal the exam papers? You're really good in math.

I'm gonna sell them. With the money I'll get you whatever you want.

Whatever I want?

[sighs]

[safe lock beeping]

-[door unlocks] -[chuckles]

03-16.

16th of March. It's your birthday.

Amazing.

What are you two doing in here?

[Eddy] Her father got fired and…

we got a five-year exam ban.

And she hasn't spoken to me since.

That's perfect.

Not only does she know you but she also hates you.

-So thanks. But no thanks. -No, wait, wait, wait!

I know her by heart! That'll be useful!

That'll be useful, how?

I know how she thinks. I know how to convince her.

Besides, the finals are coming up and you won't find better than me. Huh?

Do it for your kids.

-And for Steven. -It's not Steven.

-Simon? -Still no.

I'll find it. Whaddya say?

Tiph.

-The fuck, Eddy! Leave me alone! -Just give me two seconds, that's it.

Please, two seconds.

-Look. I want you to meet, uh… -Martine.

-Martine? -Martine, yeah.

-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

-Who is she? -She's my IPO.

Your…?

My IPO. She's my IPO.

My Integration and…

-Probation Officer. -Probation Officer.

-Yes. Your Probation Officer. -Probation Officer.

I'm gonna stop beating around the bush.

Tiph, if I changed names it's because I went to jail.

I ripped people off, I stole things but I paid my debt.

-Mm-hm. -I did. I paid my debt.

-In jail I gave math classes. -Yes.

-I was deeply committed. -Enormously.

I learned to share, to help others. I swear, it changed me and now…

Now that's why I want to be a math teacher.

I'm not the same guy anymore. Tell her, Lou.

Martine, no?

-Martine? Oh! Martine! -Yes.

[Lucie] He's telling the truth.

I've been supervising him since day one in prison,

-and he's made so much progress. -For real.

He taught inmates how to read!

-In Braille even! -Yes. Even in Braille.

-He helped a few get their diplomas. -They did great!

-Some even graduated with honors! -A few.

[chuckles] Did you steal the subjects then too?

-Just asking. You never know. -No, he didn't. Listen, Tiphaine,

-Eddy Santozzio, he might be a jerk. -A piece of shit.

-A huge piece of shit. -Hey, come on.

-Yeah. A total lowlife asshole. Yeah. -Just… Yeah, well.

But Édouard Martin… is not a bad person.

He really deserves a second chance, Tiphaine.

He's trustworthy.

I swear.

I'm sorry.

I don't ever want to see him again.

-Fuck. She really hates you. -You think?

Yeah. I've got an idea. Wait!

-Tiphaine. -No. I don't think you get it, Martine.

Believe me. I've known him since I was a kid.

I think you should just give him a chance. I mean, look at this guy!

Thank you so much.

You're back tomorrow at eight.

She's still into me, right?

-Not at all. -So then why?

I told her we were getting married and we needed the money.

What are you doing? Stop.

-I'm grateful, thanks! -Get your hand off me.

-Great. Kiss me cause she's watching us. -Absolutely not.

-She's watching. Kiss me. -Keep dreaming.

-Do it now! Fucking kiss me. -What? Not in a million year--

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