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[intriguing music playing]

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

[Océane] Not at all!

You made it so obvious and I didn't even notice. I'm such a dumbass.

In Normandy, you were there for me. During PPMS you were there too.

And earlier today you saved Mom and me! My guardian angel. My amazing dad!

All right. Listen. I'm really sorry but I'm absolutely not your dad.

Come on. We look nothing alike.

We both have a round face!

I don't have a round face. You have a round face.

-Enough. Cut it out, Édouard. -Cut what out?

-Lying to her. -What?

Hi. I'm Martine, Édouard's partner.

-My step-ma? -Step-mother? No, she--

Yes, exactly.

-May I come in? -No.

Of course, sweetheart.

[chuckles]

-Can you give us a second? -Mm-hm.

What are you doing? Huh?

We had a deal.

To find the girl. Not adopt her.

Okay, fine. You know, you didn't have to come back if you didn't want me.

I'm just trying to--

Of course he wants you, sweetheart. Of course he does.

But your dad's like that sometimes.

He wants to do things right. So for now, you're going to go home, okay?

And don't tell your mother.

-Why not? -Yeah, why not?

Because we, uh…

promised we'd tell you once your finals were over

so you wouldn't get distracted. That's why.

Don't worry. Just a few days left.

Aw. How cute.

-No. I'm not her dad. -Just play along.

[school bell ringing]

FLUNKED

SHE DID IT! THANK YOU MRS. MARTIN

[printer beeping, jamming]

Work! You piece of shit printer.

No point in getting upset. It broke again. I can't believe it. Hope is a real bitch.

You get a little, you trust it, and bam, it disappears.

-I know, right? -Can your mother stop by and have a look?

Impossible. She died.

-Oh my God, when? -Yesterday. Got hit by a garbage truck.

[gasping]

-How devastating. -Mm-hm. Terrible.

-I'm so sorry, honbun. -Yeah, well. Don't worry.

-I'm here if you need anything, okay? -Thank you.

Pablo, you know what?

Let's dip into the fund,

and we'll buy a lovely wreath for Mrs. Martin's funeral.

-Oh no. Don't. -Yes, yes. Absolutely.

I'll go order it online right now.

Really, there's no need to do that.

-I haven't told anybody about the fund. -I gathered. Yeah.

I called the fund's platform.

Everything was sent to the Caymans.

But don't worry, I'm gonna file a complaint.

Relax. Forget about it. They're long gone by now.

-Who is? -The money and the bitch who did this.

[bell ringing]

What the hell's this?

GYMNASIUM 6PM OCÉANE

Fuck. Here we go.

-[sighs] -[Tiphaine] You're still here?

Uh. Yeah.

You too.

Um… I, uh…

-I got your letter. -My what?

It was really nice.

Oh, my letter. Yeah. Just killing me slowly.

-Huh? -Huh?

I found it, um…

so touching, yet modest and vulnerable too. It's beautiful.

-Really? -Mm.

-Do you mind if I read it again? -Yeah.

[Patricia] Tiphaine, I'm better with numbers than I am with words,

and love letters have never been my thing.

So I'll just speak from my heart.

I've been a thousand versions of myself but only you ever found the real me.

I'm truly Eddy when I'm in your arms.

Every night my fiery stem longs to find its way to your…

-Oh wow. -Yeah.

Some sentences are quite erotic with all the…

-Fluids. -Fluids. That was pretty weird but…

That is pretty weird. I'm sorry. I guess I was swept up in a wave…

-Your brain clocks out. -That's what I was thinking.

I'm glad I reread it. I'd forgotten how bold it was.

I'm happy you wrote it.

-Happy? -I like this Eddy a lot.

-[Océane] Am I interrupting something? -Océane. Océane. Océane. There's Océane.

-[Eddy] Océane's here. -That's Océane.

-Did you finish class for the day? -Apparently so.

Yes, but Mr. Martin's prepping me for the finals.

Awesome! Then I'm just gonna let the two of you get to work.

So… I'll see you later?

-Hello! Are you two hooking up? -What?

Me and her? No way.

[clears throat]

-What do you want? -What do you mean, what do I want?

Do you want an allowance? Sorry. I don't have any cash on me.

-I'm not here for an allowance. -Then what do you want?

-To talk and spend time together. -Talk?

But why? I'm sorry but what do you want to talk about?

[scoffs]

Forget about it. You're a pain.

No, no, no. Wait, wait!

I'm sorry, okay?

All this is so new to me. This whole "Dad" thing! [chuckles]

You see, I know I'm not that reliable but I don't think we should meet at school.

-It's becoming risky. -Okay.

We can see each other elsewhere. We can grab a beer or something.

-Tomorrow? -Tomorrow? Tomorrow isn't really--

-You don't want to. -No, no, no!

It's just that this is all going so fast! But okay. A beer sounds good.

[girl 1] What the? What the hell's he doing?

[girl 2] Substitute, my ass.

[Lucie] Great. Yes. Thank you so much, Your Honor.

Absolutely.

[exhales] We're set. Océane's mother is wiretapped and we're tracking her phone.

Good 'cause this is going completely off the rails.

The kid wants to go grab a beer.

I'm not gonna have drinks and take her on some carnival ride.

So take this monitor off and I'm out.

Hold on wait. That's not how it works.

I have to file a request with the DA.

-Uh, I've got lots of paperwork to fill-- -Hey.

Don't start feeding me bullshit.

What was my mission? To find the kid. I did.

So now, call the judge and get me released.

Wait. You're not listening.

Now that we've got access to the girl, you--

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You're unbelievable. You don't listen to anyone, do you?

I'm not surprised Peter left you. You're completely--

[groaning]

You're not my buddy.

And you're not my colleague.

I'm the one who decides when this is over, okay?

Oh!

Okay.

Don't ever speak about my family again.

We need to get Sagirov out of his hole.

And concerned about his kid.

What if we kidnapped her and slit her throat?

-I'm kidding. -We can't kill her, that's going too far.

But you're going to have a beer with her.

Ask to spend the whole weekend with her.

A little father-daughter time.

But… on Monday she has her finals. How?

Perfect, you'll spend the weekend studying.

Océane disappears, her mom freaks out, she calls Sagirov,

he comes and I bust him.

Perfect plan.

-[exhales] -And soon, you'll be a free man.

[school bell ringing]

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE HIGH SCHOOL

Nice and tidy for Mrs. Martin.

Oh yeah.

Damn it. Not again.

Oh, no way! Sweet.

Ahh.

Can I come in?

Yes, of course.

What's this?

-You no longer like The Police? -No, I do.

I might have gotten carried away.

-I'll just sell them. I don't know why I… -No, no, no, no, no. No. No keep them.

If this isn't fate,

then I don't know what is.

They've seen better days but, uh…

I wanted us to go together after our finals.

This is adorable.

[heartwarming music playing]

But this weekend is a bit complicated for me.

There's no other date?

No, not really. There's only one date and it's written on the ticket.

Is it a bit complicated but manageable or complicated and impossible?

Complicated and annoying.

Okay. So we won't make it.

You know what?

We're going.

I'll make it work.

[bell ringing]

I'm off back to being

-Mr. Martin. -[chuckles softly]

[speaking Russian] The special military operation is going perfectly.

-[students repeating] -[in English] I swear it's him!

[in Russian] No, "the special military operation".

-[girl in English] Gross. -What are you two doing?

-[gasping] Hide it. Put it away. -[Laurence] Can I see?

[Laurence] I did a little digging of my own. All the students know about it.

Apparently they meet up in hotels where he… he makes her do certain,

you know, things.

If you want, I can read their lips, because we can't hear what they're saying.

So, all right, "Oh, I want you, you naughty little thing."

-"Professor, nobody can know about us." -Enough! I get it!

He really played us, that little jerk.

Um, I've still got a few contacts with Wagner. They owe me a favor so maybe--

Okay. I should go.

How are you?

-Fine, and you? -Me too. Hello.

Sorry, I'm late.

-Two half pints. -How old are you?

Just shut up and get us a beer.

Tell me, do you often speak to people that way?

That's what happens when you grow up without a dad.

It's a joke. Don't worry!

-I was… I was thinking… -Hm?

-How about we get away for the weekend? -Yeah, definitely!

-Yeah? -When?

Well, this weekend.

-Our math finals are on Monday. -Yeah, so? You're ready.

Try telling that to my mother.

No, that's the point. Don't tell her anything.

-Oh, really? -Just between us.

Okay. I'll come up with an excuse.

-Great. -Where are we going?

[blows raspberry] Wherever.

Let's rent a car and leave. Bonnie and Clyde.

Don't they end up dead?

They do. So we'll be Han Solo and Chewbacca, better?

-I'm Chewbacca? -Obviously.

[both laugh]

Thanks.

You know what? Let's keep it simple. Yeah?

Let's be "Eddy and Océane."

No.

How about Dad and Océane?

I'm in. Sounds nice.

Awesome. I'll pack a bag and take it to school tomorrow and we'll leave after.

Perfect.

-Can I ask you something? -Yeah, of course.

Instead of going by car, can we go by train?

Why by train?

I don't know.

Maybe I like the idea of being able to show up at a station

and just go anywhere you want.

Paris, London, New York.

-New York by train? -Come on. I know. Jeez, I'm not stupid.

I was worried for a sec.

-But you get the idea? -Yeah, I do. Yeah.

Perfect. How about a selfie to celebrate?

-[phone clicks] -[chuckles]

I'll send it to you.

Awesome.

-Can I? -Sure.

Mmm.

I don't mind.

[school bell ringing]

No running, please.

-Hey, Édouard! -Hey.

-I heard about your mom. -Oh yeah.

What a huge loss.

-No, not really. -Yes, it is.

Listen. I went ahead and wrote her a short poem.

Can you slip it into her coffin, please?

-Nobody told you? -What?

We cremated her.

-You did? -There'll be no coffin.

And we already threw her ashes in the nearest landfill.

-Oh. Well, I'll stop by the landfill then. -Yeah. You should do that.

Okay.

Stop! No running!

And put your phones away! Everyone's always on their phone!

It's unbearable!

Hey, Viviane.

[tense music playing]

[in Russian] Pig!

[in English] What's your problem?

You okay?

Pablo. What's happening?

Why's everyone acting weird?

I really like you, Édouard, but you've gone too far.

Doing what?

We've got responsibilities towards these kids, you know?

They see us as role models.

Nobody sees you as a role model. Trust me.

Well, not me. No. But you, yes.

And the fact that the Fish Teacher would take advantage of that…

it isn't right.

Wait. Take advantage of what?

Nora, help me out here. Why's everyone upset with me?

Not my business.

Your private life is private.

But don't worry, I don't blame you.

All those woke folks and their talk about, uh, consent and emotional abuse.

I mean come on. Jordan?

Handsome senior. 16 and a half.

Mm. I'd eat him for breakfast.

So you know what? To hell with them.

Yeah.

Huh?

-[boy] He's got some nerve to come here. -[Eddy] Good Morning.

[all chattering indistinctly]

All right, everyone. Open your textbook. Chapter six.

[all laughing]

Nice. Couldn't make it rhyme? Come on, let's start.

Open your textbooks.

Chapter six. Limits of sequences.

He has some nerve, the son of a bitch.

[all laughing]

What did you say?

Hm. You gonna hit me again?

-Or maybe I should suck your dick first? -[all] Ohh!

-Whatever. Lea, to the board. -Ew! Don't touch me! Pervert.

What? Hey, what's wrong with you guys today? What's going on?

We're all aware of what you do.

-What do I do? -This!

SEX OFFENDER!

Shit.

Fuck. Shit.

[Tiphaine] Okay, thank you.

He just walked into my office. Thank you.

-We need to talk. -Indeed we need to talk.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't sit down.

Um, Sandrine?

-Yes? -Are the papers ready?

-The papers are ready. -Thank you.

What papers?

Okay, so we have an extremely easy suspension procedure.

You're gonna hand over your cafeteria pass and sign your termination papers.

Wait. Hold on.

After, that I'll notify you of your disciplinary hearing,

then you can explain everything to the police officers,

-who are already on their way. -Okay, wait.

I'm sure they'll be thrilled to hear how a revolting pig

ended up sleeping with a 17-year-old.

But I didn't sleep with anyone, Tiphaine!

You are to address me as Madam Principal.

-Okay. I'm guessing you saw the video? -Yes. I did indeed.

-Yeah, all right. So you heard the rumors. -Absolutely.

And you certainly want to kill me.

I'm dying to gut you from the scrotum to the navel

but unfortunately the school board's against it.

-That is very specific. -I've been thinking about it.

Why won't you believe me? I didn't sleep with Océane.

For fuck's sake, Eddy. Don't I deserve a little respect?

I saw with my own eyes when she laid her head on your shoulder at the café!

You fucking make me sick, okay?

That's your complicated thing?

It's sleeping with a minor, you fucking pig!

-Damn it, I slept with no one! -Liar! Shut the fuck up!

She's my daughter.

-What? -She's my daughter, okay?

Years ago, I… I had a fling with her mother and then we completely lost touch.

And when I came back to Lille a few months ago, I found out I was a father.

The father of a daughter.

Whose name is Océane.

So…

You… you came to this school to, uh, be with your daughter?

Exactly, yes.

Sandrine?

Yes?

Could you please go find Océane and bring her here? Now, please.

-Yes, of course. -Thanks.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because, I don't know, I was caught off guard. It all happened so fast.

And what's the fake name for? Why Édouard Martin?

-I was covering my tracks. -What tracks?

I don't know.

I don't know, okay? I don't know!

All I know is I'm not a pig. I'm not!

I just wanted to… to find my daughter and…

And then I found… you.

[Sandrine] I found her! She's here.

[Tiphaine] Hello, Océane.

Can you tell me who this man is to you, please?

Uh…

Uh…

Océane, this is a safe space, okay?

If he's been hurting you, or if you're being manipulated,

tell us, and we'll chemically castrate him immediately.

Wait. Are you dumb or what?

You think I'm sleeping with him?

Absolutely not. He's my dad.

Um, Madam Principal, the police arrived.

What? You called the cops on my dad?

You really don't get it, do you? You have no idea what he's like.

Loo… Look at him! He has a crappy job, a crappy life.

And he still has the guts to come back.

He's a brave man.

And what do you do? You go and call the cops on him?

Okay. He screwed up, yeah.

But at least he came back.

He deserves a second chance.

We have make-up exams for school, right? So…

I don't see why we can't have make-up dads.

[Sandrine] Madam Principal?

What do I tell the police?

Send them away.

Thank you, Océane. You can go now.

No apology?

-I'm sorry. -No.

Not to me.

To him.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

-I liked what you said to the principal. -I meant what I said.

You know, few people have defended me like that.

Actually, nobody ever has.

[sighs]

We'll save our trip for another time.

Aw, but why?

-Are you scared of that maniac? -No, no. Absolutely not.

Focus on your finals and maybe we can go next weekend.

-You won't disappear? -No. No, no, no, no, no!

First I have some making-up to do. Hm?

Okay.

Get to class.

[sighs]

Here. You'll put this in her bag so we can track her around.

What time are you leaving?

We're not leaving.

-What? -We're not leaving.

Listen, I'm tired of lying to her.

I was supposed to be her teacher not her dad.

Her father might be a piece of shit but she's innocent.

Okay. You've got a conscience. Perfect. It proves you're human.

But keep it on hold until we catch Sagirov, please.

Nope, sorry.

I won't do that, okay?

And maybe you shouldn't, either. I'm sorry about your sister.

-No. Don't talk about my sister. -I will if I want to.

Anyway, it's too late. I told her we're not leaving anymore.

Fucking unbelievable! You're so damn annoying! We're so close!

Close to what, huh?

Close to kidnapping a 17-year-old girl

-before her final exams? -Oh, seriously?

A lowlife criminal giving me a lecture on morals.

I'm not giving you a lecture or anything!

But we're knee-deep in crap! So you know what?

Have me arrested. Go ahead. I'm done, okay?

Where's he going? Oh! Where are you going?

Come back!

Damn it, Eddy!

[Eddy whistling]

[sighs]

OCÉANE'S HOUSE

["When the Party's Over" by Billie Eilish playing]

♪ Don't you know I'm no good for you? ♪

♪ I've learned to lose you Can't afford to ♪

I’M SO TIRED OF STUDYING! WATCHA DOIN?

♪ Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin' ♪

♪ But nothin' ever stops you leavin' ♪

SOMETHING CAME UP. I HAVE TO LEAVE TOWN. SORRY.

♪ I could lie, say I like it like that Like it like that ♪

♪ I could lie, say I like it like that Like it like that ♪

Hi, this is Océane. Please leave a message.

Océane, it's mom. Where are you? Please call me back.

[glass shattering]

Have a seat, ma'am.

Have a seat.

-Don't worry, sweetie. I'm here now. -Mmm.

[tsking]

My daughter is a senior at your high school.

A few hours ago she ran away from home, and you are going to help me find her.

Usually…

the parents book appointments.

Not me.

And who are you?

Anton Sagirov.

[upbeat music playing]

[music ends]