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[exciting music playing]

[grunting]

I'm late, I'm late. Oh God, no!

-No! No, no, no! No! -Sorry, sorry, sorry! Alarm didn't ring!

[music ends]

What are they doing?

[chuckles]

-[whispering] Get down! -What?

[door bangs open]

[tense music playing]

-What are you doing? -[gasps]

[shushing] Don't be scared.

-I'm not afraid, it's just-- -Ah. [shushing]

[whispering] Relax.

I'll get us outta here.

[Eddy] Go ahead, it's fine.

[intense music playing]

[both grunting]

Don't you dare move, you son of a bitch!

Hey! Hey, stop, it's me! [groans]

-Viviane? -Of course!

[breathes shakily, sighs]

[Tiphaine on intercom] End of the PPMS simulation.

I repeat, the PPMS simulation is now finished.

I was trying to tell you what was going on, but…

-But what, huh? -[man] Excuse me.

-You okay, Viviane? -You all right?

Oh, I need some arnica.

Don't worry, we'll get you some pellets.

Arnica for Viviane!

I'm on it!

-You are insane, you know that?! -I'm insane? Why?

You could have really hurt her!

Hey, hey, what's happening?

-PPMS. -PPMS.

Hey, you guys, enough with the acronyms already.

-Use real words! -Protection Plan for Managing Safety.

We have to practice our lockdown drills.

Normally, the intruder isn't armed, but Nora thought the bat was more realistic.

Of course it is! You don't?

If a deranged person enters the school, they'll be armed!

-[Pablo] There you go. -Forgive me, Viviane.

[sighs] Don't worry about it, hon.

But for the next drill, I'd rather not be the terrorist.

-Okay. -You should try Nora.

-What? -Never mind.

[Tiphaine on intercom] Classes may resume.

Mr. Martin, report to my office.

Right away.

[Nora] Oh boy. That's her angry voice.

She's gonna destroy you.

PPMS, come on, what is that?

-[Pablo] How are you? Any better? -[Viviane] Okay, but my vision's blurry.

[school bell ringing]

FLUNKED

But I didn't know. No one warned me!

You were warned.

We messaged everyone's ENT and sent reminders.

The what?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

-You haven't checked your ENT? -Sure.

I… I took a look at it…

Eddy…

the only reason I gave you your job back, was to make Martine happy.

-Martine? -Your future wife?

That's right.

-So, from now on, please try to do better. -Uh, will do.

-Arrive on time. -Sure thing.

-And you gotta use your ENT. -Yeah. Of course. My ENT. Sure

Oh! I just wanna know, the ENT, will I get it through the mail?

-It's your school email. -Sure it is.

-Idiot. -Excuse me?

Hey. Nice going, rookie!

'Cause of you, we're gonna have to do that stupid PPMS again.

Easy, Gilbert, how could he have known?

Actually, hon, you should have known, but it's fine.

-My bad, yeah… -It happens.

What are you still doing here, for God's sake?

You should be on sick leave, you're injured.

Not possible. It's Corinne's goodbye party, I made a crumble.

-Wait, who's Corinne? -The art teacher.

She's retiring.

Yup, she has two kids, so retirement's granted earlier.

And as for Gilbert, here, too bad. Locked up in here for life.

Viviane, could you come? This is freaking me out a little.

Yeah, sure, coming, hon.

[Pablo] That's the PDF…

-Tell me, since you're here… -What?

…you know the principal really well. Is she with anyone?

Separated, she's single.

So, it's possible? [chuckles]

Sure, but come on, kid, she's out of your league.

Know your place in the food chain.

There's principal, vice-principal's under…

-Uh-huh. -…managers, student counselor,

-senior teachers, certified teachers… -That's quite the drop.

…the maintenance team, monitors, guards and substitutes.

-And what comes after that? -The furniture. [grunts]

Awesome.

But, you know, you're not too hideous, right? Uh…

How about you try a certified teacher? Could work.

Principal's a no-go.

-Forget about it. -You think?

-You don't have the credentials to try. -You're right.

Check the top and bottom boxes and then here.

But the thing is, I tried and it wasn't working.

-What's the matter? -Hm, let's see.

He's just having trouble with the Future Sheets on Pathwayup.

[groans] Total crock of shit, Pathwayup…

-Pathwayup? -Yeah, Pathwayup. Huh?

-Huh? -Right.

-Pathwayup, sure. -Yeah.

-Yeah, yeah, it's… -A fucking joke, right?

Oh yeah, oh yeah. Totally, totally. Nuts.

-It's totally ridiculous. -Pathwayup, yeah, my God, it's…

-Stupid. -Too much, yeah.

-Yeah, it's absurd, really. -It's so absurd.

-Man, yeah. -[Pablo] Oh no, I clicked the wrong thing!

Hey, what's Pathwayup?

It's a site for students to plan what they'll do after high school. Why?

Didn't you say Sagirov wants to exfiltrate his kid after high school?

If that's the case, I bet he didn't write anything in Pathwayup.

Clever.

Hang on, when Sagirov sent that message to his ex,

it activated three relay antennas close to where 56 seniors live.

Okay.

I already crossed out the ones whose dad we know. I've got 13 left.

If we can narrow it down with Pathwayup, we'll save time.

Super, you're welcome. I'll let you handle that.

No, I won't mess with Pathwayup off school grounds.

Hell no, I'll get caught.

No, you'll hack the database.

-What? -From inside.

Hang on, hang on. Let me see who has access to it.

-Unbelievable. -Ah, man, perfect.

Seems your girlfriend does.

-Hang on, she's, uh, not my girlfriend. -[sighs]

I don't really care for her that way. She's a friend, I can't do that to her.

Come on, relax, she already hates you so… it's not a big deal.

-Whoa, “It's not a big deal.” -Go, champ, do it.

Oh my God, Lucie. Lucie, wait… Tsk.

[school bell ringing]

[intriguing music playing]

[Eddy] Jesus Christ. Oh, this is really vile.

[groans]

Oh… Unbelievable…

Ugh…

What did this guy eat?

'Scuse me, what are you doing? You wanna do my job?

No, no, no, ma'am, not at all. [chuckles]

I just saw some marks and I couldn't help myself.

It's hard to believe, really.

It's like they try to piss outside the bowl.

Oh yeah, dirty little bastards, aren't they?

Even when they do it in the toilet, seems like flushing is too much work.

The girls do it too.

-Exactly. -Hmm.

You know, Ms. Dialo, um…

teachers get all the praise, but, uh, but in the end,

I mean, aren't you the real heroes of the Republic?

We don't wear the same jersey, but we share the passion.

-Since we're here… -Yes?

-…Mr. Poet… -Hmm.

Contemplate this.

I have a feeling this child has passed on since this.

-[grunts] -Don't move.

-I'll get some cleaner. -Okay.

Yeah, to our passion.

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE HIGH SCHOOL

-[door rattling] -Locked properly, great.

Yeah, okay, but I had to get in through the back.

That nutjob's all over the place.

All right. I'm outside Tiphaine's office.

You copy?

[Lucie] Yes, I can hear you, but you shouldn't be speaking.

-Which is the right key? -The blue one.

The blue one?

-No blue key! -Of course there's no blue key!

How the hell should I know which one? Try them all.

What's going on?

-Get in the damn office, hurry! -Come on.

You know what? I'm trying, but it's a fortress!

He's coming.

-He's here, no… -Who are you talking about?

-Come on, please, please. -[footsteps approaching]

Please work, work.

That was close.

[Lucie] Ugh. Why do you always have to comment on everything, huh?

Tell me, you're this mean to your boyfriend?

-Doesn't piss off Julien? -His name's not Julien.

Come on, hurry up. Pathwayup. Focus.

-What's the password? -Password. Yes, the IT guy briefed me.

Insert the USB flash drive I gave you. Should take 7-8 minutes after that.

-I'm in. -What? How?

-I guessed the password. -Really?

-It's her date of birth. -Oh, okay.

All right, found it.

Great. Filter students who haven't made wishes.

[scoffs] It's slow, so slow. Ah, damn it.

-This site's horseshit. -Yeah, apparently.

[sighs] The hourglass, my God, a blast from the past.

[sighs]

It's done loading.

I don't see names, only student IDs.

Doesn't matter. Take a picture, close the site and get outta there.

A picture and I'm outta here.

-Yes, chief. -[door closing]

-[camera clicks] -Oh man, man, man, man, man, man.

-[Lucie] What is it? What's going on? -[shushing]

-Shit. Come on, work already. -Stop freaking out. Talk to me.

[computer alert dinging]

No, it's crashing, it's crashing!

[sighs]

[earphone feedback]

[Lucie] Is someone there? Did you…

[sighs deeply]

["Every Breath You Take" by The Police playing]

♪ Every breath you take ♪

♪ And every move you make ♪

♪ Every bond you break ♪

♪ Every step you take ♪

♪ I'll be watching you ♪

♪ Every single day ♪

♪ And every word you say ♪

♪ Every game you play ♪

♪ Every night you stay ♪

♪ I'll be watching you ♪

[song fades out]

Oh, my God!

-[Lucie] What? -The Police.

The cops are there?

No, no cops here. The Police.

She was listening to our song.

-Yes, that's a sign. -That is so not a sign.

-Means nothing. Get outta there now. -Tsk.

[whistling happily]

[girls sobbing]

You all right?

-Hey, what happened? -I can't even.

-It's awful. -It's all gone.

It's awful. It's so awful!

Didn't get a word.

Fuck this! I should be retiring, not fixing ministry screw-ups, for God's sake.

-You get that? -Gilbert, think about the students.

Please, think of them!

-Uh, can anyone tell me what's happening? -I'll tell you what's happening.

The Pathwayup site crashed.

A lotta files just vanished and a lot of wishes were mistakenly granted.

It's, um… Hmm.

Oh yeah? It's a huge issue?

Not as bad as the Covid Pass, but not much less.

-Will you please! -[people clamoring]

-[man] What's going on? -[woman] Please settle down.

[Tiphaine] Can I have your attention?

Please, listen up.

Hey, yo! Will you shut the fuck up?

[clamoring dies out]

Hmm.

Go ahead, ma'am, floor's yours.

Thanks.

[clears throat]

Uh…

We are faced with an exceptional situation,

parents, teachers, and students are gathered

to discuss this unfortunate issue.

Um, we were told the Pathwayup server's compromised.

A hacker managed to get into it last night, apparently from my office.

-Great going, huh? -Yeah, not helpful.

Many files, many files, dozens, were entirely deleted.

-Student wish lists have been erased. -Really shameful.

[Tiphaine] Others randomly granted.

I spoke with the rector this morning on the phone.

We will do everything in our power to fix this situation, okay?

Hang on. How exactly do you intend on fixing all the student info?

Because I will certainly not let my son

enroll in a prep youth training program specialized in kayaking.

But it's a great program. It's a great program. I did it.

-He's right, uh, could be pretty sweet. -You're right, it is.

-Better die than that. -We spent hours filling out Future Sheets.

-What happened to all that? -Right.

-[man 1] Yeah, where are they? -[man 2] Yeah, what about those?

They were destroyed as well.

[all chattering angrily]

Boo!

Listen, there is going to be an internal investigation

to identify the person responsible, but, please, go back to your classes now.

[Pablo] How are we supposed to do that? Tell me!

-Oh no, no, we need answers. -Oh, come on, this is insane!

["I Will Always Love You" By Dolly Parton playing]

[woman] That's not what we want. No! No!

-♪ Well I would only be in your way ♪ -Could you all calm down?

[man 3] You bitch!

You watch your mouth!

♪ And I ♪

♪ Will always love you ♪

You'll pay for this, you bitch!

Sniper!

♪ I will always love… ♪

♪ You ♪

-Wait. Stop, please. -Put me down!

-You all right? -I'm fine!

You show up at my high school and we get hacked two days later?

I swear on my mother's life, I didn't--

Your mother's life, are you kidding? You hate your mother!

[scoffs]

-Come on, Tiphaine. -No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…

Listen carefully.

If you're the one that did this, you're dead.

So you won't even thank me? You serious?

Fine.

So, the limit,

when N tends to infinity of the function

AQ to the power of N is equal to what?

-Anyone? -[boy] Seriously, what's the point, sir?

Our final grades don't matter anymore, we're screwed anyway, so…

Come on.

-[all murmuring] -[Eddy] Don't say that.

Hey, guys! 'Kay.

Guys, it's working in your favor, I swear.

Pathwayup was always putting you all into categories.

And now, because of this, everything's possible. Yeah?

Sky's the limit, my man.

I swear! Hey, quit looking at me like that.

-What was your first wish? -I checked business school.

Sucks! Sucks! Sorry to say that, but it's lame!

What do you wanna do with that? Huh?

Sell some bullshit people can do without?

-Exploit the Chinese? -[girl] Racist.

Racist? I didn't do the accent. For once, huh?

Seriously, what was your goal? Make tons of money?

-You surely have a passion in life. -Make tons of money?

-And what was your first choice? -A Protestant theology degree.

You're gonna have to change passions, my friend, because that…

-that's pathetic. [laughing] -[all clamoring]

Hey, it's not my fault! [mimicking students] It's not my fault!

What? I'm trying to help! I had nothing to do with any of that!

You all need to settle down now and find the limit of AQ to the power of N.

And Q is, uh, inferior or superior to one. Do it.

[sighs]

-Whoa, whoa, whoa… -Take it easy.

It's all good. Everything's fine.

I wanted to apologize for the other day.

-How you doin'? -I'm fine.

-But I can't see from this eye at all. -Yeah, looks painful.

Don't worry, it's fine. It'll heal.

Hmm…

Anyway, uh, you also stressing about Pathwayup?

-No, I never filled it out, I don't care. -For real? Why not?

You wanna leave the country?

Move in with your dad? In Russia?

-What? -I heard you gotta get a visa now.

-Protocol's changed to get into Russia. -Why are you so curious about my dad?

-No. -I don't know him!

This is triggering!

Sorry, I just wanted to get to know you. Sorry.

Uh, my bad. I care.

Anyway, I won't even pass finals.

This is pointless. All your limit stuff's gibberish and I--

No, don't say that. It seems complicated, but it's easy.

-Nothing easy about it. Come on. -I swear, it's simple.

Take a look.

Here's two cases, 'kay?

Imagine the first one's Q.

It's something nice. So it's greater than one.

The exponent multiplies it to infinity.

How much does multiplying a good thing to infinity give?

-Infinity? -That's right.

-And what if Q is less than one? -So, it's a bad thing?

It's a bad thing, yeah. If you multiply it to infinity, uh, like,

say you screw up endlessly, yeah?

-What do you get in the end? -Nothing. Zero?

There, you said it yourself. Limit's equal to zero.

-You get the concept, bro. -Ah…

-Ah, right. -Ah!

-You're really blind on that side. -Totally.

All right. Hang in there, champ.

[girl] Yeah, I know. I couldn't believe it.

-It can't go on. It's inappropriate. -[Tiphaine] You called it in?

How about we bring it down a notch, all right?

-No, listen to me. -[Pablo] I wasn't done.

-It's not a problem per se-- -I'm just saying--

-Why must you interrupt me? -One thing.

-Could you just listen to this? -Sure.

There's only three people who have keys to my office.

There's Ms. Dialo, Fabien and me.

-There. That's all. -Hm-mm?

-What's going on? -Not your problem.

It is. Yeah. Everyone should be concerned.

Our principal's pointing fingers at the marginalized woman of color,

-but the white man? -That's not it.

Ms. please, I've looked everywhere, I can't find my keys.

-I believe you, of course. -Look in my bag.

I don't want to go through your purse.

You don't want to frisk her? Look through her stuff?

No, it's not my place. I'm not comfortable going through her things.

We should go through her stuff. So we won't debate over it.

I'm telling you, they're not in there.

-This is going to blow up. -No, it won't blow up.

The higher-ups will find out--

Hate to kill the vibe, guys, I apologize, but, uh, I see keys here.

What? You see keys?

Yeah, look.

What? I could have sworn I'd lost them.

Listen, I'm not here to accuse anyone, the police will get to the bottom of this.

Seriously, the police? You're… Come on, really? The police?

Yes, the police and I don't recall asking for your advice.

He has a point, if you get them involved, it won't end well.

Enough, please, stop now! You're wearing me out!

Get out of here, both of you!

[whispering] Brigitte. We'll talk later. We'll get you through this.

Did you really call the police?

Please leave.

-The new guy's such a sweetheart. -Oh, you think?

Yesterday, he went and did the toilets. Yeah, he scrubbed them with bleach.

What?

He did great, yeah.

-He cleaned the toilets. -He sure did.

[tense music playing]

[phone ringing]

Oh, come on, pick up, answer.

Hi, you've reached Lucie Laumier's voicemail, please…

Fucking shit.

[alert sounding

Boom. [chuckles]

Where are you off to now?

I wasn't going anywhere, I was gonna stay put. Okay?

I came here so you'd rush over. That's all.

Turn this thing off.

Feel like I'm about to blow.

This thing's useless anyway. I could've fled--

Whatever, what's happening?

-It's a mess. -How so?

Turns out I clicked on the wrong thing,

Pathwayup crashed and Tiphaine called the cops.

Call the investigators and tell them to find nothing, please.

Uh… Well, nobody in the police knows about you, I can't.

Tell me, who knows I'm undercover?

Well, just me.

Man, you're a piece of work! Are you serious?

You made this seem like a huge case!

But it is huge.

Feels more like practice than the real deal.

Take it down a notch.

This is a real case and we're really gonna nail Sagirov.

And, of course, I'm not the only one who knows about it.

Don't forget the judge who granted your sentence remission.

My conviction was quashed.

She's the only person who knows. Sagirov could have moles on the force.

-Sure, of course, he does. -The less I talk about it, the better!

Watch out, there's a sniper up there. Fucking hell.

Sorry for wanting to protect you.

It'll blow over. Ugh.

There aren't any cameras in the school, you were discreet.

You wore gloves.

[groans] Come on, I told you to wear gloves…

God, you're useless…

Tiphaine's gonna hate me now.

Who gives a shit about Tiphaine?

You're so out of it. Your crotch is your boss.

-The mission, the mission, focus! “The mission, the mission,” I get it!

Mickael must think you're wonderful!

First, his name's not Mickael. And he's supportive.

-Huh, really? -Yeah.

My man and I don't play The Police to bond like dimwits, 'cause we're more like, uh…

Like what? Huh?

-Like partners, actually. -[scoffs]

What's that do for you?

We're building a future together, unlike some 35-year-old punk.

[exhales sharply]

Hacking and a breaking-in…

How many years, do you think?

Two, I guess.

-Two years? -Hm-mm.

It's better than seven.

Uh… It doesn't replace it.

It's on top of it.

-I'll figure this out on my own. -No, wait, hang on.

There, that's 40. 'Kay, moving along, just 137 to go.

You're slaves.

-Bleach, do we have any? -[Viviane] The sink.

You're quite the smartass, you'll have to rewrite your Future Sheets too.

Yeah, no, I don't think so. I'll just go to jail. I don't care anymore.

[Viviane] Without Future Sheets, the kids will be lost.

Ah, whatever, they'll figure it out.

I know it's complicated and trust me on this,

I will do everything in my power, I'm doing my best.

-[man] How can they expect us to… -Sorry, guys!

What the hell, sir? Watch where you're going!

-Hello? -Hello.

What's your name, sir?

Eddy. Ah, uh, Edouard.

Edouard, uh, Martin.

The new temp, uh, math teacher.

What were you gonna do with that, huh?

Hey, man, what do you think I was doing? Huh? You know what I make here?

1,506 euros a month.

It's not enough! So, after teaching, I, uh,

I go do a little clean-up in the principal's office for extra cash,

I do the toilets… Also…

Yeah, quick question, but did one of you destroy the toilets? Huh?

No? You're checking in with each other, huh?

You don't wanna take the blame?

Who's peeing on the floor, how is everyone so careless?

It's like a whizzing contest. The Olympiss Games! There.

Piss parties, that's it. Live it up! Magnum full o'piss. Bah!

They're all in the club lettin' loose like this!

Bop! Bop! Bop!

Who's tired of piss everywhere? I have had enough, do you hear?

So I'm gonna ask you one last time.

Now, I wanna know if you went in and nuked that toilet.

-No. -No.

Maybe.

Thank you, ma'am.

Bravo for your honesty.

Thanks to you,

urine has a face.

Hey, Gilbert. So, um, uh…

Would you like to go fishing sooner rather than later?

[Tiphaine] So, any matches?

Well, we found fingerprints on the keyboard that aren't yours.

Just crosschecking, the prints are the database.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure they are. Eddy Santozzio.

RESEARCHING THE NATIONAL GENETIC FINGERPRINT DATABASE…

COMPARING GENETIC MARKERS…

DNA PROFILE : SAMPLE XJ-2048…

It was me!

I'm the one who hacked Pathwayup.

-Pardon? -Yup.

Your system's a disgrace.

How dare you force our youth to choose their careers in just a few weeks?

You're ruining lives.

So, I decided to offer them a form of equity.

How could this help the students, Gilbert?

You just wreaked so much havoc for everyone.

Um… My move was political.

Political, how? You've never been in a union!

You never care about anything, you never vote!

You don't bother with class councils, you bail on picking honors.

Hasta la vista!

Ma'am, you wanna press charges or not?

Atchik, atchik, atchik!

You have lost it.

Wow, how very brave of you, Gilbert. So brave.

I know all the comrades would support me in saying you're on the right side.

It's disgusting you got suspended.

When you've got convictions, you gotta be all in.

-Yeah. -Ah, man.

Man, you're right. I really feel you.

I'm inspired by what you're saying.

You know, we've got a roundtable coming up with like-minded colleagues.

We're discussing non-violent anti-system actions. Wanna join in?

Not in the least. All right, see ya.

-It's settled. Six-month suspension. -Okay.

I'll just use my comp time, followed by a sick leave and bam!

-Gilbert gets to retire. Thanks, man. -Of course! Ah, you kidding me?

-Hmm. -Pleasure's all mine.

-Thanks. -Huh?

You get to go fishing, Ms. Dialo messed up, for sure.

But no one'll ever know. So in the end, everyone's a winner.

It's great.

Oh, uh, I was supposed to accompany the seniors on a trip to Normandy next week

and I said you could do it, you don't mind?

-No, no, all good. -Yeah?

-I've never been. I'll love it. -Oh yeah? Wrong.

On class trips, kids just wanna smoke, fuck or run away.

'Kay? You'll hate every second of it. Whatever.

-That's your problem now. -Yeah.

All right. See you later, slaves!

-See you, Gilbert. -[Gilbert laughing]

-See you! -[sighs]

-What were you talking about? -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ah, where did you come from? Hey. Nothing.

Hmm!

-[sighs] -You're trying to hide something.

-You think? -[sniffing]

You reek of lies.

No, you reek of lies. Huh, what?

[sucks teeth]

Tell me. I have to go to Normandy with the students.

I feel like the ankle monitor won't be very practical, you know?

No worries, I'll widen the radius.

-Or, maybe I could take it off? -Widening the radius is better.

Oh yeah?

“Widening's better?” Tough cookie.

Here.

Try it.

Salty.

-But is it good or not? -It's good.

Why not say so then?

I can't get over how negative you are all the time. All the time.

What's the latest?

I got a list of names that correspond to student ID numbers you got on Pathwayup.

After that, we'll get some DNA from hair, saliva, whatever…

We'll compare it to Sagirov's and job's done.

Hmm. Sweet. Hmm.

[doorbell ringing]

[Eddy] Who's that?

Careful.

-Hey there. -Hey there.

We had your address on file, so I, uh, took the liberty of stopping by.

-Hello, Martine. -Who? Oh yeah.

[chuckles] Hello.

-Are you getting ready for dinner? -No.

Well, yeah.

Well, yes. We were gonna have dinner in a bit. Do you wanna eat with us?

Uh, no.

No, I just wanted to, um,

I just wanted to say I was wrong to suspect you. I'm sorry.

Please, no, no, no, it's fine. No hard feelings. We're better than that.

Besides, I've dealt with a lot of discrimination.

-Hmm. -But I'm happy.

-You're finally beginning to trust me-- -I don't.

I'll never trust you again.

Bye now.

[phone dinging]

[gasps] Got it. The student list's ready.

Hey, something's going on, right? It's like she was flirting.

Really? Huh! Could've fooled me.

I'm telling you, there's a spark there.

Well, her mouth says no, but there's more.

-Her body says yes. -Wow, that's what rapists say.

Stop that, why do you ruin everything? Huh? Miss "partnership for life."

She's gotta have feelings for me, she still listens to our song.

-That's something. Right? -Eddy.

-She came over to apologize. -Hey, Eddy.

What?

These are the five suspects and their mothers.

I know them, great.

I'll check tomorrow.

-This guy's got no mother? -Um, yeah, he does.

So what?

He's got a mother, and it's your sweetheart.

Man.

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