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Yeah, I know.

What do you think you want?

That guy thinks he's got swag.

He looks like shit, bro!

- Hey, what are you doing?
- Watch me. I'll get her attention.

Forget about it. Forget it.

No way! Adèle Extrapopulos!

So nice to see you, sister!

You're even prettier in person, you know?

- I don't know who this person is.
- Hey, back off, man.

No way, Ciryl Gane, in here, huh?

Île-de-France's Rocky Balboa
with his big tits.

You fucking bastard,
you cost me a lot of money, you know?

I went all in on your last fight.

- Hi.
- I have no clue.

Adèle, listen.
I have this thing.

- You'll love it.
- Whoa!

Keep your hands off me, all right?

My bad. I got carried away.

- He's right here.
- Move over.

Listen up. I have this side business
going on with Hermès.

- Yeah?
- You might've heard, the luxury brand?

I've had my eye on these limited editions.

Only big celebrities and VIPs
like me get access.

With the low numbers on your movies,
I hear it's tough. No offense.

I don't judge white people stuff.

Whatever, you could make good money here.
I'm saying 7 to 8K, easy cash.

Depending on the model.

But a Birkin Himalayan Crocodile
would be so lit.

That's it. You're giving me a headache.

- Stop.
- Huh?

- You're giving me a headache.
- Chill, sis. It was, uh, in 20... uh...

"Sis" who? Do I know you?
Have we ever met?

C'mon, you remember? At, uh, Cannes, 2017.

- No.
- I was with Heuss.

- Mm-hm.
- We got totally plastered?

I asked if you could get us in,
you said yeah,

but you were busy or something.

It's not the first time
you've tried to bust my balls?

Hey, I give up with her. She's got game.

I swear, I really like you.
What are you having?

- On me. My treat.
- I don't want anything.

Bring us some painkillers.
You gave us all headaches.

The strong kind.
What the fuck? How old are you, kid?

Oh, yeah? What are you
washed-up YouTubers saying?

This ain't The Comedy Store.
Tell your jokes to your sister.

Look, we've been nice with you
with your weak-ass hustle.

Take a hike, respectfully.
We're all pissed now, so get lost.

Cocksucker.

He called me a cocksucker!

What do you expect? Show some dignity.
This is embarrassing. Come on.

Speaking of dignity, just hold on.

I've got, uh... Oh, yeah, a little message
from Jon Jones! AKA The GOAT!

That humiliation ring a bell?
He sends his regards.

- #getwrecked.
- What'd you say?

- Hey, hey.
- #youlooklikeadumbass...

Oh!

- Say it again!
- I swear...

Hakim, stay out of this, come on.

- I'll do it.
- I'll fuck you up!

I'll take the job,
the bag thing, just stop.

I'll do it.

You could pull it off.
Just dress nice. You are a real bro.

I was joking about YouTube.
I follow you. That shit is sick.

You're great in that Doctor movie too.
You stole the show.

What is he doing?

- Yo, what's up, bro?
- Fuck!

Why is he dressed like a loser?

- How are you?
- Not good!

What's wrong?

I told you to dress well.

I'm super well dressed.
Vintage AC Milan. Seedorf.

Hey, whatever.
Let's just do this. Take my jacket.

I'm actually cold.
You're a real one. Thanks, bro.

- Can I keep it?
- Right, Hakim.

- Listen up.
- Yeah.

It's your anniversary.

You and your wife,
you've been married five years.

- And you love each other.
- We do.

You wanna blow her mind, all right?

You decided to get her
a "Birkin Crocodile Himalayan."

Nah, I reserved a spa for her.

Three stars, brought her friends, hammam...

Right, leave the comedy
on the stage, not at my workplace.

- I'm kidding. Let's go.
- Birkin Crocodile Himalayan.

- I'm not stupid.
- The most expensive one.

Okay, fine. I'm not a moron. I got it.

Another thing, I got a card in your name.

Solid!

Of course it's solid. It's a real job.

- Okay.
- So, "Hakim Jemili."

There's no "y," you dumbass.

C'mon, it doesn't matter.

It does! They'll make sure!
They're not morons. They see it every day.

Don't make this any harder. Hakim, listen.

- The code is easy.
- Yes.

One, two, three, four.

- Twelve thousand thirty-four, got it.
- Stop, Hakim!

- Who are you telling off? Am I your kid?
- Why make it more complicated?

I'm here, aren't I?

- It's important. Don't mess it up.
- I swear I won't. I'll do it right!

- I won't screw it up.
- Stop, sorry, sorry. I said sorry. Okay?

- Thank you.
- Fine.

You are Hakim Jemili, a goddamn star...

Hakim has a game
in 20 minutes in Aubervilliers.

- If I'm late, they'll kick my ass.
- Go on.

I can go?
Okay, your hair is stressing me out.

- Hakim, Hakim.
- Yeah?

- Lose the glasses.
- I won't see the bag.

- At least the hat.
- I'm balding. Looks fucking terrible.

You're bald? Keep it.

Hakim, stand up straight!
Chin up. That's it.

Think of Seedorf!

Hey, I'm Hakim Jemili.
Do you know who I am?

There he is!
Look who's getting their share!

Let's make this quick.
I'm late. 5K, then we're done.

- What is this?
- A Picotin.

Did I ask you to get
a Picotin or a Birkin?

It's the most expensive. The guy said.

No way it's the most expensive one.

They played you like a fiddle.
How much did you pay?

Huh?

Nine thousand.

- How much?
- 9,000.

I asked for your Burkini.
He said there's none.

- What did you ask for?
- Burkini.

A Burkini? I'm gonna kick your ass!

- Take it off. Take off my jacket.
- What are you doing?

4,000 and we're good.

Fuck off! I'm not giving you a dime,
dumbass! You just lost me 9,000 euros.

- I swear, I'll punch you in the face.
- Oh, it's like that?

- You wanna go? Wanna try?
- That's how it is?

- Let go.
- Security!

- You bastard. Let go!
- Hey, hey!

- Help!
- I'll get you!

- Son of a bitch!
- Get lost!

- Hey!
- Hakim!

Hakim, you're dead!

Fuck! I got screwed
by an old four-eyes in cropped pants.

Hakim Jemili,
the next time I see you... Fucking bastard!

Knock it off, dude, Jesus Christ!

Your hustle with Hermès is dead.
Over. Done. Forget it.

Maybe it's for the best with your girl.

What do you mean, "for the best"?

I told you not to lie to her.

Now trust me on this one.
Go see her, tell her the whole truth,

and you can finally have a fresh start.

You're the best, dude.

- I mean...
- You only wear phony clothes.

A bullshit Philippe Pafake.
You loan clients fake Ferraris.

Keep it down.

And you have the audacity
to tell me to stop lying? Are you serious?

Look at what you've done for her.
How much did this scam cost?

What do you mean, "how much"?
I'm screwed here! I got nothing!

If she heard this, she'd be touched!
She'd see that you love her.

Yeah or I'm a fucking liar?

But Youss,
you are a fucking liar!

That's what I like about you.
It makes you funny.

She's bound to feel the same way.

Hey, Jordan, you can handle this.
I'm out. See you tomorrow.

Whatever...

Where are you going?

To burn some cash. It's been a while.
Heard about this thing in Belleville.

And they let you gamble? If you're banned?

Sick, right?

Hell, yes! Sounds incredible.

- Let's go.
- That's my solution.

- Asshole.
- See you, Jordan!

See you, guys. I'll meet you there.

Stay here with your pedo glasses.
You're gonna jinx us.

I forgot how busted your Ferrari was.

Holy shit! This car's a mess.

- Your turn.
- Yeah. I fold.

Same.

I fold.

Raise 4,000.

All right, I call.

Fold. Fold. Fold. Fold.

You keep giving me garbage hands.

Deal me good cards. What are you doing?

- It's luck, monsieur.
- "It's luck, monsieur."

Come on, play.

Damn!

Your turn.

I'm all in.

Fold. Fold. Fold. Fold.

Guys, this table is sleepy.

- Let's go. I call his stack.
- Called.

- Fold.
- Right, lady, show me.

I got two ladies.

- Nice.
- Okay, let's do it.

Ouch!

You're screwed.

- Ouch!
- You can't be serious.

Guys, play better than him.
Or I'll take you one by one.

You're funny, huh?

- Hey!
- Don't talk, buckteeth.

- Come back.
- Shut up!

- He's a sore loser.
- Guess he's mad now.

Wow, um...

- Excuse me. What is your name?
- Zuleikha.

Oh, you're Italian.

So, tell me, Zuleikha,
how can one get a loan around here?

We don't offer loans, pretty boy.

Oh, you misunderstood.
Give me an hour. I'll clean house.

- Tonight, I'll take you for dinner.
- Oh, yeah? Where?

I imagine you like burrata.

- You seem confused.
- I'm talking.

He wants a loan.

You're the boss?

I wanted to know
if you could lend me a little dough?

- Because I just lost everything.
- Nice watch.

I mean... You bet
it's a nice watch. Rolex Daytona.

- I'll try it.
- It's, uh, worth 30 grand.

- Give me 20...
- I'll try it.

I'll get it back in an hour, so...
Here, if you wanna try it on.

Uh... Oh!

- It's made of...
- Come on, hands off.

- That's calfskin.
- Hands off now.

- Pierce Brosnan wore it in Fist of Fury.
- I don't care.

- I thought you'd like to know.
- Hey.

Didn't you box in Brussels
back in the day?

Yeah, I did. Good call, fam.

- Yeah, I thought so.
- But that's ancient history.

I remember,
he showed up and got demolished.

Good thing you quit, buddy.
Or you'd be like a Tetris block by now.

- Good one.
- Give him 10,000.

No, are you crazy, bro?
It's a vintage Daytona.

- Hold on, wait.
- Hands off.

There's 30 in the world.
Seriously. Fifteen at least.

- Hands off.
- Excuse me.

- What's his name?
- Butterfly.

- Butterfly!
- Hey. Take it or leave it, boxer dropout.

- But bro, it's...
- There's no "bro"!

All right, well,
anyway, 10,000 is enough.

- Approved?
- Yeah.

Get lost.

Nice hair implants.

But that's shitty work, bro.

- Hair implants?
- Yeah.

But I gotta get the back done again.
I got scammed.

I swear you are so ugly.

- Oh, yeah?
- Ugly as they get.

- Thanks.
- My luck is shifting.

The Revenant!

Highlander.
Gotta cut his head off.

Fold.

Nice, a flush draw.
Let's go, that's good.

- Now keep it cool.
- I fold.

- You never call, do you?
- Your turn.

I raise 4,000.

Raise, 4,000.

- I call.
- Called.

- I'm out.
- Folded here.

Well, hello again.

Come on,
a little diamond for the flush.

And... fucking club.

Check.

Check.

Fuck.

What's her deal?

She's got nothing,
that liar. Right, wanna play?

- All in.
- All in and 5,200.

That's right. 5,200 and all in.

You actually expect
to win with a failed flush?

All right,
I'll call you. Just to see.

Show me your cards.

What do I have?

- I got nothing.
- Failed flush. Told you.

The pair of threes wins.

Hold it. A pair of threes?
You call the flop with a pair of threes?

I go 5,000, and you call? Are you serious?

- Don't get salty. You lost.
- Don't talk, buckteeth!

Hand after hand,
you keep screwing yourself.

Shut up. Don't talk to me! Can't you see?
She doesn't know how to play!

What's this newbie club?
I play in Las Vegas.

- Okay.
- Las Vegas, man.

- It shows.
- Not this, w-w-w...

What's the stutter, dude?
What's the problem?

- W-w-w...
- D-d... You're the dumbest one here.

These cameras are so dope.
Some military-grade shit here.

Looking for work?

- Grab this one, dog.
- I grab the white one?

Yeah, the white.

Why are you laughing?

You're an idiot.

You're the idiot.

Hey, don't touch that stuff, buddy.
You'll instantly regret it.

Don't worry, man.
I have a special thing with snakes.

You won't live long.
Stay away from that.

Huh?

- What?
- Pretty boy from earlier wants extra cash.

- He lost already?
- Yeah.

- Tell him to fuck off?
- Are you crazy?

He's at full tilt. Give him a top-up.
Don't you want to make money?

Asshole. We'll talk later.

I'm working now. Sure, later.

I don't give a fuck.

Ah! Son of a bitch!

Bro, stop laughing.

What's going on? Let me have a look?

Hey, come on.

You're a fucking idiot!
I told you not to play with the snake.

- Why, is this snake dangerous?
- You bet it is.

Relax though,
it shouldn't have any venom, I think.

Damn, that stings.

Three players.

You gotta be fucking kidding.
These shit hands, no way.

- 1,500.
- Opening bet, 1,500.

Your turn.

You know what, I'm fucked anyway, so...

Three grand?

Raised, 3,000.

All right, well... All in then.

Call! I call. I'm calling, no big deal.

- Show me your garbage.
- My garbage?

You want to see my garbage? AK-47!

Ha!

Huh? What d'you got? Show us your cards.

Eat shit! Eight, six. Ha!

Not surprised
with that alcoholic face of yours!

River, please.

Yes! So, who is the loser now?

What did I tell you? Fuck, yeah!

Stop. Don't touch the chips, please.

Gutshot straight.

"Gutshot straight."

- What do you mean?
- You didn't see the card?

Poor guy can't play.

Return to the counter.
We'll warm your seat.

- Hey, that's enough.
- What the hell is your deal?

I mean, come on. Respect him a little.

You play tight all night
and wanna tell me what to do?

Relax, Whack Sparrow.
Pass my chips, please.

Shut the fuck up.

Show some respect!
Who do you think you are?

Get outta here. Can't you see you suck?

I'm gonna fucking... Hey!
You're fucking lucky you're a woman.

Yeah? Or what?

Or what? Or...

- Whoa! Hey!
- Go on. Stay out of this.

- Guard!
- I'd smack your big-ass forehead!

- Do it. You don't have the balls.
- I don't hit women.

Wasn't me!
She's driving me nuts. I lost four rebuys.

- Listen to me.
- Look at me when I'm talking.

Oh!

Zak! We're outta here!

Who do you think you are?
This ain't your mom's house.

- Come here!
- Let go of me!

Call Butterfly!

Cameo! Call Butterfly!

Call Butterfly!

Butterfly! Butterfly!

Butterfly!

- You have no respect!
- What do you want?

- It's a shitshow inside!
- You're such a piece of shit!

This son of a bitch is tough.

Calm down. Stay right there.
I said, stay right there!

Look, give me my watch.
Give me my watch and I'm gone.

This piece of shit?
I'll give it back. Relax, loser.

Trying to steal my watch, huh?

I didn't do anything!
Don't touch me!

Watch out!

Watch out!

Hurry up! This way!

Go get the ride. Start the Ferrari!

Hey!

Son of a bitch! Want some too?

- She's just washing clothes.
- I was washing my thongs.

Hurry, get in!

Youss, come on! Get in!

Micka, get up.

Micka, get up. We're already super late.

- Stop shaking me.
- Micka!

- What happened to your face?
- What's wrong?

What is all that?

Well, baby, yesterday,
I saw a girl getting attacked.

I tried to be a hero. That's all.

I had it coming honestly.

Where did you put the bag?

Under the bed. Did you look there?

- I don't see it. Where is it?
- Yeah, I mean, I don't have it.

But I promise 2,000%,
I'll have it next week.

- I can't believe it. You got nothing?
- Uh, yeah, that's what I just said.

- What do I tell my mother?
- Uh... what?

I knew I couldn't count on you!

I'm so dumb.
It's always the same story with you!

- You're so unreliable...
- Whoa! Enough! My head is killing me!

- And I wake up to nagging?
- Aren't you upset?

You think I wanna deal with your parents?
Is it my fault the shop changed policy?

It's the motherfuckers
who traffic handbags!

You don't know my stepbrother.
He'll give me shit. It's a disaster.

No. Don't worry.
He won't dare in front of me.

With his saxophone face.

By next week,
you're gonna have it for sure?

Yes, for sure.

You treat me like
a compulsive liar. Quit that.

And besides,
there's more to this bag. Hey.

I'm getting it sent from LA.

It was meant for the Kardashians.

It's actually crazy
that I was able to get my hands on it.

- Is that true?
- Stop asking me that.

Of course it's true. Really!

But I guess you're right.
Let's stop by Hermès.

I'll get you a common bag.

A shittier bag, but better
than showing up empty-handed.

No. It's all right.

- No, let's go.
- We'll wait for the Kardashian one.

- And wait a week?
- It's fine. I said no.

- You don't want the shitty one?
- Course not!

Okay, my love.

Let's have a kiss. You're the boss.

- Shalom, shalom!
- Yaeli!

There they are.

Wow, you look stunning.

Can I take this off you?

No, the flowers are for her.

Check out his digs, Pa.

They're for Sharon, I said.

They're for Sharon. Let go. Let go!

Sorry, the flowers were for you, Sharon.

- Thanks.
- Hello, darling.

- You're beautiful.
- Thanks.

Wow!

As always, impeccable.

- Thank you, Mickael.
- Eric, the prancing young man.

Sorry, just washed my hands.

Well, if they're already clean then...

Ulysse. What's up, playboy?

You're a king. I'm telling you.

Sorry we're late. We had a leak
at home. It was a shitshow.

Yeah, sure.
And that explains the black eye?

No, no, actually, um...

Uh, actually he saved a girl, so...

I see.

No need to say that here,
sweetie, but thanks.

Sit, Batman. The only thing
we're saving is our appetite.

- Let's start.
- Sir.

She was eight years old.

- Nice Patek, huh?
- Yeah. It's a cool concept.

You're aware of the time, so you're never
late to lunch, for instance.

The trash talk is real.

Is this radish?

Hm! Not for me.

Pan-seared sea bass,
saffron sauce,

with a green-anise-infused cloud
of crispy vegetables.

- Enjoy your meal.
- Thank you.

- Let me finish the sauce.
- You're not hearing me.

Contrary to your media,
crypto is the future.

- Invest in gold, anything...
- Stop that.

...but crypto is just hot air.

It is. It's hot air.
Look, it's crashing already.

Because it's crashing, we should invest.
That's what I'm saying.

Remember my friend with the mustache?

- He has four times your capital in crypto.
- You want the Lambo?

- Yes.
- Then stop with your crypto.

Stop it, both of you.

All you talk about is money.
Who is Mickael going to think we are?

Well, Jews!

You know...

He's always joking around. It's hilarious.

I mean, to be fair, it's true.

Hmm? We love cash.
At least I do. I love money.

- You're drinking the finger bowl.
- Hmm?

I know. It's, um, an ancient
custom of Moroccans. Sephardic.

In the Atlantic mountains. Near Meknes.

She's supposed to dip her fingers,
but we'll do it later.

A toast to you, Sharon.

L'Chaim!

No, no, no.

Aw!

Ah!

Happy birthday, Sharon.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

M-mom, I... Mom, I'm really sorry.

Mickael and I thought
of an amazing gift. Right?

Yeah, it's true.

But there have been issues
with fraud at his work.

We'll only get it next week.

- I'm so sorry. We tried everything...
- Don't cry.

Yaeli...

Don't cry like that.

Yael!

It's a Sephardic tradition
from the Atlantic Mountains

to show up empty-handed
for your mother's birthday.

No, that's never been
one of our traditions. The thing is...

Here's the truth.

- The accent returns.
- It's simple.

There's a shortage
of the world's best crocodile.

With all those new ecological laws,
Greta Thunberg caused a shitstorm.

The crocodiles come from
the Everglades, so they're...

We get it, that's enough.

- No, let me finish.
- No, enough.

- We are tired of your clichés.
- What do you mean?

I told you to stop.

I'm not going to let you make a mess
of my wife's birthday. Clear?

Okay, I'm sorry, Eric.

I went a bit hard on the accent.

You find that funny?
Get the hell out of my house!

Get out of my house!

- Calm down.
- No, I won't calm down!

- What's the big deal?
- I conquered the Play-Doh industry!

I won't be humiliated by a little prick.

- Micka, we're leaving.
- It's fine.

We'll miss out on the cake.

Looks delicious.
Can you eat the gold leaves?

- I'd love to taste...
- Wanna taste?

- You'll get a taste.
- Stop!

- You've lost your mind.
- No!

Twelve years of aikido,
may as well put it to use. Stand up.

- Stand up!
- Eric!

I said, stand up!

- You slapped me.
- Get up!

- Why are you acting like this?
- Not the hair!

What is he gonna do?

- Not the hair!
- Stop!

- I told you.
- That asshole broke my coccyx.

Looks more like diarrhea.

Ulysse, lunch?

We're not getting lunch.
You broke my dad's ass.

Eric, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I have a good osteopath
in the 16th, Dr. Bensoussan.

You fuck!

How many times
do I have to say it?

You think I'm a compulsive liar?
It's a Sephardic thing.

- I couldn't make it up.
- Stop!

You know what?
Let's call my grandmother. She'll explain.

There's bad reception
in the mountains, but let's try.

Okay, listen, Micka!

I love you, but this is your last chance.

Tell the truth for once and we're good.

Keep on lying and it's over.

When you say you love me,
you mean it for real?

I'm trying to understand!

Are you asking for the truth
to have a fresh start?

- Is that it?
- Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing.

Okay, all right.

- Okay?
- Okay. I'll tell you the truth.

Remember the guys who traffic handbags?

Those motherfuckers?

Yeah.

Well, that motherfucker's me.

For four years, that's been my hustle.

On top of your salary at Hermès?

No.

You don't get it.
I never worked at Hermès.

Essentially, I get VIPs to buy the bag,

and then I upsell it to some dumbass.

That's how I make money.

You were lying from the beginning.

No, not completely. Well, yeah, a little.

Please, Yael,
it's your turn to tell the truth.

If I told you I flipped handbags,
would you have let me in?

Tell me the truth!
Hey, I'm talking to you. Be honest.

- Yes.
- No. You're lying too. There's no way!

Wait, damn it. You gotta understand.

Since I've been with you,
I work my ass off to live up to you. Okay?

Your stepbrother is 20
and wears a Patek Philippe!

Who made me like this? Huh?

Who said, "You gotta score.
You're bumming everyone out"?

It wasn't me!

When you came to me, looking all cute,

and asked me to get a crocodile Birkin
for your mom who's filthy rich,

which your Play-Doh stepdad
could have easily bought,

who definitely wants to screw you.

Listen to yourself! Disgusting!

No, I love your mom.
I didn't mean that. Anyway...

So, what did I do last night?
What else? I gambled it all on poker.

There was this pro player
with a huge forehead. Can you believe it?

- Not anymore!
- It's real!

Her forehead was enormous!
I lost the watch because of her.

- It's not with Boris?
- Of course not!

Damn it! Of course not!

I tried everything to get it back.
I fought the whole casino.

That's how I got all beat up.
There, that's it.

You didn't actually save a girl?

No, that was bullshit too.

I'm actually such a fucking moron!

Of course not, baby. Don't say that.
You went to fashion school.

Is that it? Do I know everything?

The rent here isn't 16,000.

You pay the whole price.

Well, how much is it exactly?

It doesn't matter.
6,000, but, Yael, please understand.

You and me are from different worlds.

I wasn't born
with a silver spoon like you.

My spoon was rusty, baby.

As a child, I didn't get cookies.
I ate leaves from trees.

On a little piece of toast,
in my hand, like this...

You're still trying your shitty jokes?

Sorry, it's not funny, I know.
I shouldn't have.

- Get out of the way.
- I'll stop.

- Are you done or is there even more?
- Well, for one day, it's enough.

If you want one last chance,
tell me everything now, Mickael.

My name isn't Mickael. Don't call me that.

- What is this?
- My real name is Youssef Bouahzizi.

- Bouahzi-what?
- Zizi.

Zizi, damn it. Damn it.

Wait, you're... You're not... You're a...

What?
An Arab?

Are you trying to say an Arab?
Are you a dumbass racist too?

- No.
- Is that it?

- You're racist? Answer!
- You didn't tell me. I didn't know.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry. It's okay.

I don't mean to make you cry.
I'm sorry, but I got scared.

I couldn't deal with you being racist.

I'm sorry, sweetie. Here, sit down.

One last thing.
These aren't my real eyes. They're lenses.

They aren't my real eyes.
I just forgot my rinse.

Fuck, that feels good, man.

I actually feel lighter.

Zak was right with his advice. Mm!
I should've listened to the bastard.

You know what we get now?

We get a new beginning.

Let's take the yacht.

We'll fuck like rabbits, all day long.

We'll have kids, name them
Nathanael, Muhammad, you choose.

I don't care anymore.

- Give me a kiss.
- Don't touch me, you monster.

"Monster"? What do you mean, baby?

I did what you asked.
I told you the truth!

Baby, ten minutes ago,
you said you loved me.

What about the fresh start?

Baby, whoa!

Hold on. What's going on?
Is it because I'm balding?

Is it the balding?

Baby, listen to me, my love.
It's hereditary.

- My mom was bald.
- Let me go or I call the police!

No police! I got a record.
Goddammit, Yael! C'mon!

I tried implants,
but they didn't take. C'mon!

I flew to Turkey 14 times!
Goddammit! Fuck!

What have you done, you asshole?

I want hair.

I'm screwed. Without my wig,
I look like Bouteflika. Oh, God!

Look over there! Look!

Zak, in the booth. Check the girls.

- Your type, right?
- The thick ones.

Yeah, you like the chubby girls.
That's your thing.

For good reason. Because it's easier.

You can tell they have low standards.
I like that. Like that?

- What do you want?
- A shot. Tequila.

They're asking for you. Look over there.

How are you?

- "How are you?" Good?
- Yeah.

- You fuck up my life and ask how I am?
- Chill, it's just drinks.

Uh-uh. I don't mean the two drinks.

I mean poker.

You wanted to play, and you lost.

My little golden goose.

Get up. I like this song.

- Whoa!
- Oh!

- Let me go! What are you gonna do?
- Kick your ass.

- Back off!
- What'll you do?

- Why don't you find out?
- Huh? Come get some!

What the f...

Hey, let go of me!

Fuck off!

Jacket!

- I'm staying here.
- Move your ass.

You're gonna fuck me.
You're not getting out of it.

- Come on.
- My legs, sorry.

Ugh, this charger sucks.

Goddamn, your body is sick.

Ah, but your ass is whatever.

Oh, those abs. Hold it,
flex and I'll grab a photo.

- Put your phone away.
- It's for my close friends.

Well, I don't know 'em, do I? Okay?

Okay.

You were funnier yesterday.

I was a little bit more drunk too,
so maybe that's why.

- Fuck, what's your name again?
- Huh?

My name is... My name is Thiago.

Pff! No way, your name is Thiago?

Yeah, why not?

You don't look Portuguese, dude.

I'm not Portuguese. I'm Brazilian.

Oh, yeah, Brazilian is believable.

Do you remember my name?

No.

- You gonna ask me?
- Sure, what's your name?

Stéphanie.

Wow. A real princess name
with a little fart to top it off. It's...

- I'll cook you breakfast. Sweet or salty?
- Oh...

No, thanks. I'll just wait for my phone
to charge and call a taxi.

- You're leaving just like that?
- I have work in an hour.

- What do you do?
- Do we need to do the questions right now?

I bring a boy home, I fuck him all night,
I might wanna know who he is...

- You fucked me?
- I bet you're an underwear model.

- What? Get real. I work a 9 to 5.
- Whatever "a 9 to 5" means.

I work 9 to 5 in a PR company.
That mean something to you now?

Yeah. Sounds like a real shitty life.

- Wanna tell me what you do?
- None. I'm on welfare.

You're a parasite. You leech off
the system, and you make fun of my work?

You know what bugs me?

You're supposed to be a genius at poker.
Yet you live in this dumpy apartment.

I've been told that I talk too much
so you know what, I won't ruin it.

- Keep your secrets. I don't give a shit.
- Why so aggressive?

I wake up with a splitting headache,
getting interrogated

and you breathing this way.
Excuse me, but your breath stinks.

One question and you get mysterious!

I have a rotten tooth,
that's why my breath stinks.

- If I tell you, you'll think I'm bragging.
- I highly doubt that.

- You have no idea who you're talking to.
- I've got a pretty good idea.

Do you even know what crypto is?

What?

That internet racket?

That "internet racket" is about
to make me a millionaire.

- Yeah, like you're a millionaire.
- I'm not one now, I said I would be.

LOL!

That's it. Get your shit,
take your Uber and get lost.

Wait, hold on. Sorry.

BITCH

Wait, calm down. It just feels like
you think I'm some kinda moron.

- You're not exactly a genius.
- I can't think on an empty stomach.

Weren't you offering me, uh,
some breakfast?

All right, I'll tell. I play it secretive,
but I love telling anybody.

Wait, Stéph, before touching anything...

- Yeah?
- Could you wash your hands, please?

I'm not sure I like my breakfast spicy.

I'm serious. You just wiped your ass.

- Okay, man.
- Wait, use some soap.

Okay, I'll tell you now.

I used to date a man
who was into crypto before anyone else.

- Yeah, okay.
- He invested back when it was worthless.

The guy made an insane amount of cash.

And before he dumped my ass,
he got me to buy a ton of ShytCoins.

- What?
- ShytCoins, the name of the crypto.

It's actually "ShweetCoin,"
but it's less fun.

Yeah, it sounds a bit weird.

I guess so.

So, your ex...
How come he knew it would blow up?

The issue is you need
super-polluting machines to mine.

Yeah, I know.

This one can be mined with less
processing power than all the others.

- Okay.
- More eco-friendly, you know?

That so?

"That so?"
You don't get it, do you?

Is it that obvious?

"Is that so. Okay."

All you need to know is that
people are looking for the next Bitcoin.

And ShytCoin is the next Bitcoin.

- Exactly, man.
- Yeah, I'm getting it.

- Wow.
- Mm-hm.

But, uh, how much is one?

One ShytCoin? 2,500.
But that's nothing. It's going up.

- 2,500?
- Mm.

And you got how many?
Minus the one you just dropped.

- Which, to be honest, was a little gross.
- Minus that one, it's 546.

- And come on, it was a pretty cute poop.
- Hold on.

- You have 1.3 million?
- Goddamn, you're good at math, huh?

Yeah, I'm not just a flat ass.

Hey, I was kidding about that.

- I'd love that bad ass.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Get over here.

Hold on. Wait, wait. Stéph.

I feel a bit assaulted.

Don't you wanna talk first?
Get to know each other?

No.

All right.

Keep your mouth shut
about all this, all right?

Who would I tell about it?

I have nobody.

You have nobody.

No, wait. Oh, yeah? Oh, all right.
That's one way of getting to know someone.

- What does Butterfly want?
- Dunno.

He didn't tell you?

- You know what you did?
- Nothing, man. What do you mean?

You can explain that to him.

Butterfly! How's it going, dude?

You wanted to see me? Make it quick,
I gotta pick up my kid from nursery.

I'm running late, bro.

What's with the long face, Butterfly?

- So, you come to my club and try to cheat?
- Huh?

- The fuck you talking about?
- Hey! Enough of your shit!

It's on camera, you and your girlfriend,
cheating all night!

- The girl who never lost.
- What?

Butterfly, you're letting 'em
mess with your head!

Butterfly, it's me!
The stuff we've been through?

- You ate at my house.
- Shut up, asshole!

Butterfly, man.

I've worked for you for four years.

I got two kids.
You think I'm capable of this?

I don't know if you're capable.
All I know is you won't do it again.

Yeah, I cheated, so what?
Let go of me! I cheated, so what?

What are you gonna do?

Doing zigzags with your butterfly!
You think you scare me?

Huh?

With your goat face!
What are you gonna do?

Do you know who I am?
You know who's with me?

The guys from...

Look at me. Look at me before you go.

Do I scare you now, huh?

Even with my goat face!

Damn it, Butterfly!

You're such a pain in the ass, bro.

Why punch holes in everyone?
You think they're cheese or what?

He had no respect.

Because he said you had a goat face?

You do have a fuckin' goat face!

You too?
Cousins or not, I don't give a fuck!

Get off me. One day, you'll stab me
with that stupid knife you can't handle.

I'm dating his sister.

Seeing her next week.
What am I supposed to say?

I don't give a shit.

Of course you don't!
You never clean up this shit.

Goddamn, your feet stink, mate!

I was up for Olympic wrestling.

Yeah? I sucked off Mr. Bean.

- Kinda looks like you.
- Shut up, asshole.

No, for real, I qualified and everything.

They pinned me for doping
due to my polycystic ovary syndrome.

Your what?

- I produced too much testosterone.
- Uh-huh.

And even after they saw I was clean,
they asked me to go on hormones.

So it'd be fair.

- No way, those dicks.
- I swear. So, I quit it all.

Yeah, makes sense.
Didn't wanna lose the beard.

Why am I talking to you?
You don't know anything.

I don't know anything?

You're talking
to the 2010 boxing champion.

- Yeah? Your belt, where is it?
- Those bastards took it back.

They checked my blood,

and they found anabolic steroids,
methamphetamine, clenbuterol...

Oh, yeah? And you hadn't done any?

Oh, I was loaded. I took 'em all.

That explains your tiny nuts.

- What?
- Actually, you got lucky.

You could've gone bald.
That would have really sucked.

Where's the controller?
Let's play for a bit.

Come on, this game is dog shit.

You're just shit at it.
I'd own you in real life too.

What are you saying?
With your floppy arms? Let me smoke.

You can't even throw a hook.
I'll teach you how to strike.

- Oh, yeah?
- On your feet, Michelin Man. All right.

Stéphanie, I'm Jean-Claude.
Recognize me? I like you.

I'll teach you the secret to striking.
It's about the transfer of body weight.

Transfer, Mbappé, head, body, ass.

Mbappé wants to squeeze
your ass. Stay sharp.

That's funny.

Don't laugh.
You piss me off? You get the elbow.

- Line up your shoulders.
- Yeah.

- Mm.
- Let's party.

Oof!

Voilà.

That's a hook. That hurt like hell.

My turn now. Chuck Norris, you ready?

I said I would own you, you little baby!

It's too tight. Hold on.

All right!
Wait, you're going to break my arm!

Let go already!

- Free yourself then!
- How? Teach me!

Grab my feet, push them upward.
Go on. Then toward me.

Bastard.

- You're turning me on.
- What?

- I'm wrestling.
- Oh, yeah? Well, I'm into it.

You got a strong pussy.
Was it at the Olympics too?

Yes, it got a gold medal.

My dick didn't even get bronze. Wait.

- Loosen up.
- Yeah?

- That's not a pretty face.
- Yeah?

But who cares?

- What are you doing?
- Shut up.

- You're my whore.
- I'm your whore.

- You'd hit the street for me?
- Yeah, harder.

- You want more?
- Wait. Two seconds.

- What is it?
- Take your shirt off.

Tupac's staring at me
like he's gonna gun me down.

- Okay.
- Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Oh, my God. Damn, you've got big antennas.

- You get Al Jazeera?
- Shut up.

Wait. I can't breathe.

- Yeah.
- Let me. Easy.

- Why the face? Do I gross you out?
- No, it's not you, baby.

I'm trying to think
about gross things. It's a technique.

Oh, yeah?

Tell me the gross things. It's hot.

- It won't turn you on.
- It will.

- Baby, trust me.
- I said it's hot, so tell me!

- You want it dirty?
- I love it.

- You like it real filthy? You sure?
- Yeah.

I'm filthy. Go on, tell me.

- Wanna know?
- Yes!

I'm thinking of that bastard
Trump taking a shit on my chest!

That was not a turn-on!

Not the hair!

Come on, chop-chop.
Let's see some energy because...

Fuck, I'm already late.

- Which way are you headed?
- That way.

I'm going the other way.
Ah, well. But gimme a kiss?

You'll call me?

I'm knee-deep
in my year-end audits right now.

- I'm pretty busy, but we'll be in touch.
- Okay.

Bye.

I forgot an important file.

I gotta go, I'm late. Life at the bureau!

- Yeah, right.
- Right.

Check that out!

Rewind!
What a headbutt! Zidane-style!

That sucker can't fight for shit.

We look like the biggest bitches
in town and it's funny?

- The dumbass who beat you is on the loose.
- We'll find him.

You won't find shit. Get the dealer's body
in acid before I do it to you.

Come on, get moving!

I'm leaving.

Blockwork, find the bitch who cheated
with him. They'll regret fucking with us.

All right, cousin. I'll go.

Picasso, you give
that doctor a call, mate?

Nah, but it's all right.

Come on, your hand is a damn waffle!

Bro, I like you, mate.

But with a face like yours,
you're gonna have to pay to get laid.

And have you seen inflation recently?

- Yeah, it's all a mess.
- How will you jerk off without your hand?

You'll show up with blue balls,
humping couches like a rabid dog, dude.

We'll put you in a cage. That's no life.

Butterfly said the snake wasn't venomous.

Then fuck off with your waffle!
For fuck's sake, mate!

I swear I don't know
how my cousin hires such dumbasses.

- What? The coupons don't stack?
- You can't use more than one.

Are you kidding? Is your dad the boss?

- Ma'am, there are people in line.
- I don't need that.

- Whoa, Stéphanie.
- This too. I don't want it. Take it.

You have to keep frozen items,
or I have to throw it out.

Then give it to me, idiot.

- Watch your mouth. I'm not your friend.
- You'll never be my friend.

Let's go. Look at the line here.

Wanna pay for me?

- Shut your mouth.
- What are you gonna do?

- It's fine. I'll pay.
- Asshole.

- What are you gonna do?
- Move, move!

What are you gonna do?

She's out of her mind.

- Shut your mouth.
- You're buying an aircraft carrier!

- Enough.
- That's how it is?

This place used to be different!
Has the world come to this?

Hey, let go of me!

Hey! What do you want? Don't touch her!

- What the fuck? Let's go!
- Kick him, baby. Kick him!

- Look, Stéph, I don't get something.
- What's that?

Why not cash out ShytCoin for groceries?

The more I wait,
the more my money grows. It's basic math.

But at least we wouldn't be
fighting security at the shop.

Dude, I don't give a shit
what people think. Haven't you seen that?

Yeah, I sure have, don't worry.

I've lived a simple life for 25 years.
I can go a little longer.

You could also be full of shit.

What did you say, huh?

Stéph, you say you're a millionaire,
but you argue with a cashier over coupons.

It's a bit weird, I mean.

What's this stereotype?

A millionaire can't have
a tough time paying for groceries?

Well, no.

- That's basic math too.
- Whatever.

I don't need you to believe me
or your pity or advice.

- Goodbye!
- Hold on.

I said, don't talk to me!

- Bring your roses at least.
- Go fuck yourself.

With your ugly mustache.

- You got the same one.
- Go fuck yourself.

Oh, fuck.

It's upstairs. Come on.

No way.

Shh. Come on.

Oh, shit!

Cauliflower.

Come on, you're a fucking spider now?

I'll catch your ass
on the other side. Come on, move!

Sir, I'm begging you!

I'm begging you, open your window. Please!

Sir, they're gonna kill me!
Open the window, please!

Oh, fucking shit!

No. No!

No wonder it stinks in here.

Shit.

Hey, Youssef. Sorry for waking you
at 6 p.m. on a Thursday.

It's because I've done
a ton of job interviews today.

What a day. I wasn't just slacking off.

- I don't care.
- Really?

I'm here to get my things
and drop off my key.

Done. Go back to sleep.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What?

I don't know. How come I haven't seen you?

We had something good.
There something you wanna tell me?

- Oh, yes.
- Oh?

My father canceled the rent transfer,

so if you want to stay, pay yourself.

You know what, your father has a point.

Also sick of this place.

Last night, I saw two devils
fucking in the pool.

- Quit with your jokes.
- You know you love my jokes.

You're right. Now that I think of it,
it could be your only quality. Let me go.

Say it, your life sucks without me.

Say it. I know you've been so sad.

It's true, I miss you sometimes.

But I feel a lot better now.

- Similar to when I quit smoking.
- You're making jokes now?

- See, I've changed.
- So have I, baby.

I'm a changed man. I swear.

It'll be really hard
for me to trust anyone now.

That's why you gotta stay with me.
You're doomed.

We'll get married.
It'll make everything better.

You know, Youssef...

Is that your real name, at least?

Trust me,
I didn't make up that one.

If you hadn't lied to me,
I could have loved you.

Damn it, baby, what are you telling me?
I've always loved you.

Can't you see I can't sleep at night?

There were no job interviews.
Another lie. Yael, stop, listen.

I swear on my mother
that I'll never lie again.

You look so good when you cry.

Even with this little booger.
There it goes.

Do you love me?

Thiago!

Who is Thiago?

Thiago? He's my new roommate.

He kept asking about a new cleaner.
That explains the mess.

Hang on. Thiago?

Thiago, bro?

He's cool too. He does hip-hop.

Thiago! Wait, wait.

Let me go!

Thiago? Damn it.
I'll introduce you. He's really nice.

Yael, for fuck's sake...

- Hey, baby, wait...
- Good luck to you.

Stéphanie, can you clean the bathroom?
It's filthy. Poop everywhere.

What do I pay you for?
Baby, where are you going?

- I'm done!
- Everyone lies! Why do I get the blame?

- You're just a fucking loser!
- You'll see when I drive by in a Maserati!

Pay the rent first!

The rent is easy. I've got Thiago.

We go 50-50.

Who do you think you are just showing up?

- What's with the cleaning lady shit?
- My ex is doing all she can to reconnect.

What should I have said? "Meet Stéph,
the chick I'm banging all day"?

She left in tears.
I'm not just some bastard.

You could have found
something else to say.

I had to say something. You're ridiculous.
Me, me, me. It's all about you.

Sorry. I've spent the day scrolling
on socials, and I read some crazy shit.

What did you read?

This girl in Poitiers,
some guys heard she had 30K in crypto,

they showed up at her place,
tied her to her chair and violated her!

So, I've been getting... paranoid.
Like I'm being followed.

Get real, Stéph, that's crazy.
You have 17 followers.

- You're fine. Relax.
- Need to calm down.

You're all red.
You look weird, like a demon.

Okay, look.

Could you hold on
to my flash drive for a while?

All your ShytCoins fit in this skull?

And if you misplace it,
it's gone. Like, forever.

Hey, hold on, Stéph.

That is
a huge responsibility to put on me.

I'm not giving you the password.

And why not?

'Cause if you get caught,
we're not screwed completely.

Not screwed completely?

Except me getting
my ass pounded in Poitiers.

If everything goes well
until I sell my ShytCoins...

- Right.
- ...I'm prepared to give you...

Hm?

- ...a quarter of my tokens.
- I'm not sure I heard right.

You said a quarter or a third?

- A third?
- You're pushing it.

I'm pushing it? Imagine that situation.

Visualize with me.

Hey, it's Stéph's crypto!

I'm not involved! I don't even know
what that skull is! Not the ass!

All right, take everything.

- As you can see, that's a third.
- Not a chance, man.

It's like that?
All right, take back your drive.

And leave me out
of your Poitiers bullshit.

Okay.

Oh, wow, you're saving every penny here.

I swear, let's see your hand.
A penny pincher's claw! You're so greedy.

Come on then, take it!

- But I get a third.
- You're the greedy one.

Who cares? We've been talking about
a quarter, a third, one half, a pint.

- What's yours is mine.
- Yeah.

We're not materialistic.
Right, my little crab?

Careful, don't cut me with your claws.
My gorgeous...

As soon as I get my share,

I'll pay my debts, invest in real estate,

I'll drive a Rolls Phantom
and have four kids with Yael.

Four babies. You'll see.

All it takes is a flash drive
and you're a millionaire?

Yeah, and why not?

True, why not? Some girl gives a third
of her fortune to a stranger for what?

You watch her crypto?
Makes sense!

What's the matter?
Why're you giving me shit?

Youss! When I met you,
you were mindfucking the hottest chicks!

- Now you're being played by an alcoholic.
- She's an alcoholic. So what?

Do you know her life? Loser.

Hey, y'know, I looked into crypto.
I made a couple of side investments...

- There he is.
- ...the ShytCoin is coming in hot.

The value keeps climbing.

- Yeah? You jealous?
- Hey!

What are you doing?

Fuck, motherfucker, fuck!

- Come here!
- Let him go!

What are you doing?

Get up.

Want some too?

Wait!

Please stop. Oof!

Stop moving.

Fuck him up.

- Butterfly...
- There's no Butterfly.

Come on. Get on your feet.

You disgust me.

Listen.

Bro, I swear I'll pay back everything.

You think you can mess with us
and it all goes away if you pay us back?

- I'll ask a question.
- What question?

Rip out your tongue or cut off your dick?

What good is my tongue without my dick?

Pull off his trousers.

- Wait, Butterfly!
- Don't move!

50K! In three months, I'll get you 50.
Fifty grand in three months.

Take it off, asshole!

Okay, 100,000. Butterfly, wait, please.
I'll give it back to you, I promise.

- I'm onto a hot deal.
- 300 grand.

You get ten days, baldie.

- That's perfect, bro. Thank you.
- Now, get lost.

300,000 is a bit much, but I'll find it.

I'm onto something crazy.
You're gonna love it, dude. Look at me.

If I don't have it in ten days,
I swear on my life,

I'll cut my dick off myself.
I'll even eat it with you.

Get lost with your weird dick bullshit.
Get lost, you fucking loser!

Butterfly, can I...

Can I get my hair back, please?

Thanks, bro.

My hair.

You're a good man.

Hey, bro.

Are you actually gonna eat his dick?

Hmph.

You weirdo.

How's my little prime rib?

Doing fine, you?

Hey, tell me. Are my bruises obvious?

- Yeah, totally.
- Yeah?

- How'd you get that?
- I went sparring with Ciryl Gane.

I gotta say, I held my own with him.

More like you got owned, right?

Maybe. I gotta go to work.

Yeah, okay, I'll leave.

No, what are you doing?
Keep your love handles nice and warm.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Have a good day at work then.

Give me a salty kiss.

- What are you doing?
- We have time, no?

No. I have a presentation in five minutes.

I can't, come on, Stéph.

Fear not. Tonight, I'll fold you in half.

- Oh, boy.
- Yeah.

- I'll be your sheet of paper.
- I'll cut you in pieces. I'll crumple you.

But bro, why do you keep lying?
It's insane.

She was there when you fought
the casino. Don't you remember?

Yeah, so what? This watch, seriously?

So, talk to her.
She'll cash out some crypto.

You give it to Butterfly, end of story.

It's the same mistakes
you made with your ex.

Hey, remember, you're the one
that made me do that, huh?

- For real?
- I learned my lesson.

- I'm not sure you did, bro.
- Life is simple.

Once you make up your first lie,
you cannot tell the truth again.

- So that's the lesson you learned?
- Look.

What happens every time
I listen to you? Huh?

Shit just gets worse.
I look like a cyclops.

- That's my fault?
- Of course it is! Who else?

- That's ridiculous.
- Keep your ideas to yourself.

My plan'll work, don't worry about me.
I pretend I work all day long.

Act like I don't give a fuck
about her cash.

Take her fat ass to the fair,

buy her churros and Nutella,
shove it in her mustache. Yeah, that's it.

She sells, I pay my debts, call Yael,

and fuck off, Stéphanie!

How many chicks
you hooked up with since Stéph?

None, so what?

Well, even with Yael,
you were fucking around.

- You're hooked, man.
- She's ugly. What do you mean?

You have no respect, bro.

- Look, just park. I'll walk a bit.
- We're at Porte d'Ivry. You're far.

I'm trying to kill eight hours.
I don't give a shit.

Drop me in Belgium,
I'll fucking walk back.

- Check my blind spot real quick.
- This whole car is the blind spot.

Shitty British car.
Can't see a thing.

All right, see ya.

- Oh, Youss?
- What?

If you have time to kill, you could help
with the cars. It'd be great.

- You're good-looking, a smooth talker...
- As if, man.

Your cars are just as busted
as your advice.

Man, you serious?

Yeah, is this bullshit serious?

Get the fuck outta here then.

- What's up with you?
- Fuck off!

When I mention this shit, you freak.

- Get out!
- Don't touch me.

- Get the fuck out!
- Don't touch me!

- Dumbass.
- Loser.

My door handle!

- Here's your shitty door handle.
- Son of a bitch!

What did you say?

What did you say about my mom?

You don't even know your mom. Get lost.

Fuck you! Open the door.
Zak, open, you motherfucker!

- They're Fendi?
- Yeah.

- Real leather?
- It's not real, but...

Come on, it looks like plastic.

- If you don't want it...
- Okay, it's fine. How much?

- 220 and they're yours.
- How often do I come here?

You have no clients.
Give me a break, please. 200.

Sure. Okay, fine, bro.

Right, okay, here, hold this.

- Want a fruit pouch?
- Do I look like I need handouts?

Hang on. I got €5. It's a down payment.

- No, bro, only five?
- I only got a 500.

- I'll take it.
- You'll take 500?

- Of course.
- Why didn't you say?

You crazy or what?

I'll give you 500.
Can you add in the Louis Vuitton?

- Sure. There?
- That Louis Vuitton. Let me take a look.

Damn it.

Hey, catch him!

- Hey, girls.
- Yes?

- Sorry to bother you. Here's the deal...
- Okay.

I have a flight in two hours.

I passed by a showroom.
The guy said I was handsome.

- I work for Fendi.
- Did they kick your ass?

No, it's unrelated.
I'm a boxer on the side.

Model, influencer. You can have two bags.

I'm not an influencer. I work in turbines...

How's 300? 300?

150? 150 euros?

- We'll get some cash and be right back.
- Hold on a sec.

"Hold on?"

- There's no label.
- The new model has no labels.

- It's destiny. I have 200 in my pocket.
- Shut up, no way!

Fuck off with your bags, scammer.
Trying to scam me?

- What do you mean, Mickey Rourke?
- Go wash your hair.

- Say it on camera.
- Put that away.

Do I look like I wear Fendi, bro?

No, but you look like
I'm about to punch you. Fuck off!

- Seriously, dude?
- Move. You look like a communist.

- Fine, 20 bucks.
- Seriously?

Yeah, 20 bucks.

It's fake anyway.

Isn't that the guy?

- Hurry.
- It's him!

Hey!

Hey! Check out this little hottie.

- You okay?
- How was your day?

The usual. I'm always doing
everyone's job in this shitty company.

Stupid Martine can't even use
a copy machine. There's only one button.

Nobody mentioned your face?

Yeah, about that... I had to admit
that I'm a victim of domestic abuse.

Be ready in the morning,
social services gonna pick your ass up.

Social services... That's funny, dude.

Who is this?

Najeeb. A friend. He needed help
to prepare for his audition tomorrow.

Hm. What kind of audition?

Nothing special.
It's porn, but feminist and ethical.

Dicks flying everywhere. Bang!
"Oh, my, I can't believe it..."

Not at all. It's a sad love story.
Kind of like a tragedy, you know?

Well, it's for Netflix.
So another shitty film.

But I'm really trying
for this one. Artus is in it.

- Artus'll be in it?
- Yeah.

Oh, my. That's a huge film.

We have one scene left.
Is it okay if he stays for dinner?

- Well...
- Why would he mind? My man is super chill.

Hands off, please.

Okay, I see why... Okay.

- I told you he was chill.
- Mm.

- What's with your eye?
- I fell.

- You're lying.
- I don't want to talk to you.

Stéph doesn't realize.
She's an awesome actress.

You'd believe anything she says.
She can invent a whole life, full improv.

Stop it. You're so much better.

Better how? I suck.
I lose all my auditions.

Even for that stupid cheese ad.

We busted our asses on that.

- What's your deal with those white roles?
- What? Should I only go for Arabs?

In French movies? Drug dealers,
thieves or indie movies? No.

He'd fit perfectly.

- Funny guy.
- I wasn't joking.

If no one casts me,
you'll finance my film with crypto.

Totally.

Amazing tiramisu. Mm. Oh, my goodness.

Where am I? Paris or Naples?
I close my eyes, I see Vespas everywhere.

Tell you what, forget the film.

A restaurant should be our endeavor.

Are you done?
That's good. What's your deal tonight?

On your fifth bottle?
Is your nose not red enough?

- Looks fine. She looks like Kate Moss.
- Are you done kissing ass?

Super.

It's a piece of shit.
Why are you taking a picture?

- Stay calm.
- Oh, no.

Hear me out. Pick any car
and I'll drive you around for free.

Assalamu alaikum! Take her for a spin?

- It's just a Toyota, man.
- Good call. You got a good eye, dawg.

- So, you think we're idiots?
- No, you obviously know your shit.

- Just being nice.
- Listen.

You wanna be nice? Tell us about
your friend who fucked up the casino.

- Who? Youss?
- I don't know.

- He changes his name every day.
- Sounds like him.

I heard he's onto something.
That true or do I smoke him now?

No, no. It's real.

It's a big deal.
I think we're talking millions.

Millions? Spit it out, man!

Youss is my brother.
And this doesn't really concern me.

I don't want to fuck you up in front
of your clients, so make an effort.

Cryptocurrency, you heard of it?

Yeah, I know it.
Bitcoin, Ethereum, that bullshit.

I got pretty fucked by that scam.

Youss got with a chick who's hit it big.

Actually, you know her.

The one who crushed him at poker
that night he went nuts.

No shit, she crushed him. The ugly bitch
was cheating with the dealer.

- No way, that's bullshit.
- I said, speak!

They're shacked up.

When she sells her crypto,
he'll pay you back.

I swear he's going to do it. It's real.

No stress, buddy.

We won't touch your pal.
And you never saw us, right?

I didn't see nobody.

Come back whenever, guys.

You don't want us back here.
You don't, and you know it.

Please don't come back.

Good talk, guys.

Butterfly, if we come back,
I gotta drive one of those busted cars.

Listen to me. I swear
I'll stab you if you do. Hear me?

Whatever.

- Externalize it. Fat, belly.
- Fat. Belly.

- C'mon, fat!
- Fat.

- Belly, belly, fat. Let's go.
- Belly, belly, fat.

Fat, fat, belly, belly.

- Stéph.
- Sorry, you're funny.

Try a dodge. Come on.

Belly, fat, belly, dodge.

- Okay.
- Go.

Belly, belly, fat, dodge.

You're pissing me off. Do it right.

Michelin Man! More!
I told you, externalize it.

- Michelin Man!
- More energy. Michelin Man!

- Michelin Man...
- Come on.

- Michelin Man!
- Guard up.

You're doing it wrong.

You're being a dick.
Fuck off with your Michelin Man.

- I'm sorry...
- I'm done. You pissed me off.

Let me smoke in peace.

- Hello!
- Nice tits.

- Your piece of junk isn't moving.
- I'll check it when we get home.

Something's wrong.
Might be your spark plug.

Come on, push with me. Push!

That's it! We're gaining speed.

I gotta tell you something, Stéph.

What is it?

I'm suicidal, and I'm going down!

Don't say that, man, you dumb fuck.

Mm.

Turn your head.

- Like that?
- Nice and ugly.

- I'll dance for you.
- Come on, Balladur!

Dance like Balladur.

SHARED 4 PHOTOS

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.
Tsk, you're not even paying attention.

Stupid fucking
shitty spark plug.

Come on. Loosen up, for fuck's sake.

My gorgeous.

Baby, stop.

Hey, you, stop!

- Hey, stop!
- Hey, careful!

Stop!

PLUM TREE

That waiter pissed me off.

"Chocolate on a bed
of raspberry dyslexia." It's just mousse.

Close your mouth, Stéph.

Looks like a guy took
a shit in your mouth.

- Damn, you're gross.
- Oh, yeah?

You better get used to it.

Once I sell everything, we're going
to restaurants like this every day.

Yeah, speaking of which...

When is the vida loca?

- Soon. You gonna finish?
- Nah, it's yours.

- Thanks.
- Like, "soon-soon" or maybe "soon"?

It's gonna be soon.
I mean soon, okay?

Stéph, you keep saying "soon,"
but nothing happens.

You'll know when.
Don't bother me about this.

There's my appetite.

Yeah, well, after everything you ate...
Okay, "soon" then.

- Done?
- Yeah, we're finished.

Okay. May I offer you
coffee or a digestif?

I'm not much of a drinker, but I might
give in if you keep that cute accent.

- What is that accent?
- Guess.

Algeria?

Just the check. Thanks.

What's her deal?

- She's just doing her job.
- You think I'm blind?

I just asked about her accent.
I'm into accents. It feels like traveling.

Speaking of travel,
how about we travel the world?

If you want, sure. Yeah.

Hm. Imagine I sold everything tomorrow.

Where would you take me first?

A plastic surgeon, first and foremost.

What for?

Your forehead, for starters.

You don't like my forehead?

No, it's perfectly fine.
For landing a 747.

Mayday. Requesting emergency
landing on Stéph's forehead.

Request granted.

- Oh, no! We're crashing!
- Are you serious right now?

I'm not funny?

When you're making a joke,
not when you mean it.

What happens when you get paid, huh?

- Apart from you disappearing forever?
- What's wrong?

Let it go. I'm not dumb.
I'm aware that you don't find me hot.

That's nonsense.
There's something you don't get.

Once you get rich,

you'll step up the hotness.
Money makes everyone look good.

Take CR7. The man looked like Beetlejuice.

I'm not getting surgery!

How often do I have to tell you
I don't give a shit what people think?

Like this lame dress you made me wear.

I'll never listen to you.
I look like a cheap hooker.

I'm not getting rich to change!

What are you looking at?

Hey, Stéph.

Of course. Calm down.

We're not like that,
looks don't matter to us.

But your chin could maybe
still use just a little bit of work.

Okay, that's enough. I'm leaving.

Wait, Stéph.

- Leave me alone.
- I'll pay and I'll be right there.

Evening.

Hello? Hold on.
What do you mean, the jet isn't ready?

You know how much it cost?
Of course you're on welfare.

Now you listen here. Shh!

- None of that. Let me handle this.
- Sir.

- Yes, one second. Listen.
- Sir.

- I'll fly my helicopter to...
- Could you pay your check, please?

Sorry, it's a work thing.
Do you take Amex?

We do.

Add a 100-euro tip then.

Okay. Thank you.

- And throw in your number too.
- Okay. You'll stay here, right?

- Don't worry. I won't move.
- One sec.

What was I saying?

I'll show up with the briefcase
and the money. You'll understand.

Sir!

Kidding!
I don't have a helicopter! I'm broke!

Hey, bro. Are you sure this guy has money?

Hey, the pilots!

Don't even try with your "pilots," dude.
Gimme my dog back.

What's this shit?
The engine sucks, the car is hella slow.

Why do you wanna go fast?
Speed limit's 50. You're in Paris, my guy.

I told you, man.
He's a bullshitter.

Guys, what matters is to look cool.
You looked cool. Supercool.

Hands off. I'm not your buddy.
I'll fuck you up.

Money back or I fuck you up.
Am I being clear?

- It's clear, but slightly rude.
- Quit grinning.

Pay me back or I'll break your skinny ass.
Is that clear enough?

- What are you doing?
- He wants to break my skinny ass.

All this for 80 euros? Seriously?
They're just a couple of losers.

Give me the cash. End of story. Dumbass.

- Sorry, here.
- You're a good man.

A good man?

Take a look at me before you say that.

I said, look at me.

If you don't want me to shove your fat,
ginger head up his dog's ass,

take Covid-face and back the fuck off.

Have you seen the size of his head?

No way it fits.

Think it's funny, Ratatouille?
It won't fit? Wanna try?

It might fit in the dog's ass.
The cash you got in your pants...

- I'll never see it again, will I?
- Quick thinker with the big head.

- Yeah, I pick things up quickly, but...
- Shut up.

Shut up. Get lost.

Get lost before I fuck you up.
Get the fuck outta here.

- Rat face.
- Can't fight a guy like that.

Zak, we need to talk.

Can you pass me a bit of cash, bro?
I'm in deep shit.

More than the 80 bucks deep in your balls?

I swear to God,
I'm losing it! I'm so fucked, bro!

I swear on my mother's life.

I just need a...

I told Boris not to post that picture.

That bastard.
So, he's on the yacht with my ex,

while I'm with a girl
who pees with the door open?

Youss, I heard something
about Stéphanie you won't like.

What? What now?

Remember that poker game?

Thiago, this guy's a boss. Check him out,
walking like a model, left, right...

Shut the fuck up.

Hey. How was your day? Productive?

Yeah, real productive. You?

- Still don't know how to clean?
- And your work?

How's the photocopier and Martine?

Any news from your card dealer pal?

- Huh?
- You're the one lecturing me?

You're bullshit.
You're broke, think I don't know?

I'm gonna get outta here.
Stéph, give me a spliff and I'll be gone.

Yeah, I got nothing.

You know how come?

I got played by a cheater from the start.

Any paper? Then I'm out.

Get outta here. Get fucking lost.

Hey! Whoa, relax!
It wasn't personal! It's business.

Walid gave me a bit of help at the casino.
He knew I was in debt.

He said it was easy.
He'd been doing it with other girls.

Walid's the dealer?
You dated that dumbass before me?

Since then, everybody's after me.
That's why I left my place.

So that's it. This story
with the crypto bullshit was a bluff.

What are you saying?
That's a whole other story.

Motherfucker!
I got played by a complete idiot like you.

Boris was right after all.
I gotta say, you're good.

I won't lie. Well played.

Now listen to me carefully.

Pick up your shit, your fake ShytCoins,
and get the fuck outta here, got it?

I never want to see your ugly face again.
Now get outta here, you worthless cheater.

You're a pathetic person.

Stop. Cut the actor's studio.

By the way, your buddy's wrong.
You're a pretty bad actor.

What's taking so long?
What are you waiting for? Get out!

It wasn't personal.

I never betrayed you. I didn't know you!

I know, sorry. Sorry, baby.

Sorry for nothing.

Now, listen. I'll go for a walk
while you get your stuff.

As soon as I return,
you're out of my life, hear me?

Goddamn liar.

Quit the sobbing. It won't work on me.

Stéph, it's Najeeb.
I'm worried about you. You okay?

No, I'm not. Thiago kicked me out.

No big deal. Don't be sad.
That's the best outcome.

Open up. I'll help you with your boxes.

Okay. Thanks.

- Sorry, I had no choice.
- Move! Come here, bitch.

Come here!

You're a fucking joke, dude.

I've been thinking.

We're going to do copy trading.
Heard of it?

A pyramid, a Ponzi, you know?

We'll do a video to show
how you became a millionaire,

with a couple of cars behind you.
We spam all socials...

Hey! What happened? Where is Stéph?

Wait, go fuck yourself.

Where are you?
If I catch you, I'll fuck you up.

I'll fuck you up, bitch.

I'm going to kill you with my own hands.

I'll show you who I am.

Think you're Popeye?

- Remember me?
- No, dude.

You're wearing a ski mask.

Youssef told us about the crypto.

Who is Youssef?

The guy who lives here.

So, tell me where that drive is
or you'll die like Walid.

- Walid...
- Drag her out. I'll get the bitch to talk.

Let's go, Cauliflower.

- Let go of me.
- Move. Stop wiggling, bitch!

- Let me go!
- Enough with that!

- Stéph!
- I'm coming!

Are you okay?

Let's go.

Why did you tell them about the crypto?
Are you an idiot?

Did you stop to think?

- I didn't! Zak must have squealed!
- I said, "Keep your mouth shut!"

You tell everyone about the crypto.
Even Najeeb jokes about it!

ShytCoins are over.
It's crashing in an hour.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, a 51% attack on it.

51% attack? What is that?

There's a flaw
in the algorithm consensus...

Cut the bullshit! Speak clearly.
What is this consensus?

No one will be able to sell.
Everything will freeze and be worthless.

Is that clear, dumbass?

What are we waiting for?
We have to sell right now.

- What do we do? Hey!
- What's that?

- We have to sell!
- Pull over!

- I'm getting off. Pull over!
- You're hurting me. Careful.

- Pull over!
- Look out!

Stop, for fuck's sake! Stop!

What's wrong with you, you crazy bitch?

You don't give a fuck.
You just want my cash.

It's not about that.

It is! Stop lying!

If I hadn't mentioned crypto,
you would've left! Huh, Youssef?

Okay.

There's something you gotta understand.

I never thought I'd fall
for someone like you.

- Okay?
- What do you mean, someone like me?

Hey, look, Stéph.

Not gonna lie, you're...

You're a bit ugly.

- Okay.
- No, but...

- Gimme the drive.
- You don't get it.

It was a compliment.

- Get off. Give me the drive and leave.
- Are you dumb?

I'm not an idiot. The drive!

Here, your drive.
But Stéph... Wait. Stéph, hey!

When I say ugly, I mean
looks don't matter between you and me!

You're like my best friend!

Your best friend? Super!

Of course it's super!
To have a girlfriend who's my best friend...

You never make a fuss.
You're so generous with everyone.

You don't give a shit.
That's why I'm hooked!

You let out nasty farts, and I laugh!

I've never had that before. Fuck.

You're a real girl.
That's what I'm saying.

Why do you criticize my physique?

It's just I used to date girls that were
way hotter, but way less fun than you!

In the end, I'd rather be with you.

You know, Youssef,
you didn't have to lie to me.

You're bald and broke, and I don't care.

I know, dammit! That's why I love you!

Stéph!

Come on,
grab her. By the feet.

Come on.

Cauliflower, drive!

Son of a bitch! Damn it,
that bald motherfucker is still here!

Fuck him up!

- The ammo!
- Butterfly!

Let him go or I'll blow his brains out!

- Okay.
- Okay!

- Okay, fine.
- Take that!

What? She's a woman!

- Sit down!
- Okay, fine.

- So, lovebirds...
- Cauliflower, turn right.

You're fucked.

- The password better be right.
- I'm not playing you.

Once you've entered your password,
connect the ledger to your account.

The codes on your phone
and your ledger must match.

Is it working?

- Bluetooth is fucked.
- You got the app?

- I followed the tutorial.
- Put in the password.

I'm trying to listen to her.
Can't do it all at once.

I'm not Michael Jackson!

One, four, one, four, one. Catch up. Play.

Ah! Voilà. Now it's connected. Fine.

Ha-ha! It's connected!
You always underestimate me, beardo. So?

What's this scam? It shut down?

I guess the battery is dead.

- You have to charge this?
- Obviously.

Where's the charger?

At Youssef's. But you only have
20 minutes before it crashes.

- What?
- The crypto is gonna crash.

What do we do?

You said, "I got it."
Talking about blockchain, Bitcoin...

You didn't bring the charger,
son of a bitch.

Back off with the sons of bitches, huh?

Yeah, I'm not a fan of the mom talk.

That's what I'm saying. I mean,
his mom's the sister of my mom.

So this guy is calling
his own aunt a bitch.

- My grandad...
- How about the whole family?

- Don't move!
- Son of a...

Nobody moves or he's toast.
Put your implants against the wall.

In the corner!

- Baby! On the wall.
- Okay.

Grab the drive and get out.
I'll join you outside.

- Enjoying this?
- Shut up. Now you listen to me.

I'm gonna leave,
and once I'm outside, you bitches...

Son of a bitch!

Catch her, Cauliflower!

No! Help!

Don't hurt me, please.
I'm begging you. Take it!

- It's okay!
- Take it already!

Get up, motherfucker! Let go of my cousin!

Youssef!

Stand up, bitch. Finish him off.

No!

Stéph! Get in the van!

Get up. They're leaving, man.

Get up. You weigh
a 1,000 pounds. Help out!

I told you you'd end up stabbing me
with that knife you can't handle.

That's nothing. A drop of blood and
you flip out? Are you a man or a bitch?

Right now, I'm a huge bitch.

- Come on, bro.
- Go get the money. Grab the gun.

Leave me. Just let me die.
I said, let me die right here.

If you die, who's going to laugh with me?

You've never laughed in your entire life.

Let me see your smile.

That smile is scary, motherfucker!

- That devil won't let us go!
- What?

- That's him on the bike?
- Of course it's him! Who else?

With that demon face.

- What's he doing?
- Hey, look out!

I'm gonna fucking get him.

- I'm gonna fucking get him!
- What's going on?

Hey! Where did you get that?

- Go ahead, baby. Fuck him up!
- Let's go.

Shit!

Fuck!

- Get him?
- Damn, I busted my shoulder.

Hold it straight! This isn't GTA!

- Stop yelling at me! Tell me what to do!
- Use both hands!

- Like this?
- Yeah!

- What do I do?
- Close one eye!

Move your head back!

- Argh! Damn it!
- Sorry, baby.

Ah, you...

You fucked my eardrum.

Son of a bitch.

Okay? Is he dead?

- All right? You killed him?
- I missed with every shot.

And you emptied
the whole clip! What the hell?

- I did.
- You really suck!

Here he comes!

Fuck, he's insane!

Gotcha!

Stéph, fuck.

Stéph, can you hear me?

Can you hear me, my love?

Easy. Don't move. Be careful.

- Are you okay?
- Emergency services. How can I help?

Hello? Please send
an ambulance to Opéra Square.

Don't move.

Do you need help? Don't look.

You had an accident. You're okay.

Hurry, please.

Fuck,
I ruined my cool-ass outfit. Shit.

You crashed through a windshield,
who gives a fuck?

- I'll get another one. Don't worry.
- Everywhere hurts.

You're all right, baby.

Get out of here.

Let's put you
in the recovery position.

Take it easy now.
What are you doing?

Fuck off or I'll blow your brains out!

Leave, before it's too late.

It's over for me anyway.

It's not over,
you son of a bitch!

Give us a break. Just take it.

Take your drive and get lost.

What are you doing?
My love. We're going to die together.

We'll die together, okay?

- Be strong. Be brave.
- I'm the only one dying like this.

No, I think the bullet will go through.
It'll go through.

Fuck!

Your gun's jammed, dude!

You got the password and the flash drive.

Go on. Get lost. With your busted leg.

Stéph. Hey, Stéph. Stéph. Listen to me.

- You have to talk until help arrives.
- Yes.

The ambulance is five minutes away.

- I'm gonna die. I'm scared.
- Stop moving.

You'll be okay. I'm not letting you die.
I'll take you home to Algeria.

- Remember I said I was Brazilian?
- Yes.

I look like a Makroudh.
What would I do in Brazil, huh?

We'll go to Sétif. I have a goat ranch.

You're gonna love them. There's Harok,

Sorok, Zouleikha, Troboko, and Mufteh.

- Yeah. Good. Keep laughing.
- It hurts when I laugh.

At least it keeps you awake.
Listen. You're so pretty.

- Youssef?
- Yes?

You won't forget me?

Don't even say that.
We'll spend our lives together.

Do you promise me that?

I won't go anywhere.
The ambulance is on its way.

- Don't be foolish.
- Okay.

Don't worry.

Stéph. Hey! What is this? Hey, Stéph?

Stéph...

Hey!

Help!

Stéph... My love, no! Stéph!

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The family of Stéphanie Boulard?

Yes.

- Follow me, please.
- Okay.

You brought my daughter in?

- Yeah.
- Let's go, please.

Yeah, yeah. All right.

Um, just a little favor, huh?

Could you drive her home later?

I have a huge online Call of Duty session
in, uh, less than an hour. Would you mind?

Uh, no. Sure, fine. No problem.

Cool.

Yes, so?

I have to warn you,
it's going to be tough.

You're all so dramatic.

She crashed through a windshield.

Hey, Youssef.

- This message might be a mistake...
- Just jump off the boat.

Leave me alone.

- W-w-what? What is it?
- She's moved on.

She didn't make it?

I've lost the love of my life.

If you want, you can keep something
to remember her by. A souvenir.

Anything you want, maybe take a sock.

- What? Huh?
- Yeah, the stink of that thing will...

help you to remember her, huh?

She still had her foot fungus?

Papa! You ruined it.
Why do you always push it too far?

Don't yell at me.
I put on a show. Tears and all.

- He totally thought it was real. Look.
- Can you...

- You ruined my joke. Go, please.
- You're harsh.

Right, I'm off, my little corkscrew.

- Come on, go!
- I got some fragging to do.

Bye.

- That prank though, seriously?
- So, I'm the love of your life?

Of course you're the love of my life!
That prank was awesome.

And your pops is cool.
We have the same haircut.

Hold on. Did you get to sell the coins?

No, I... It was either you or the millions.

- What did you do with the drive?
- I gave it to Butterfly.

The man tries to kill us,
and you give it to him?

Are you mad
because I chose to save your life?

Hold on. All you did was hold my hand.
You think that's what saved me?

Damn it, I knew
I should have chosen the cash.

- Think I wouldn't have hunted you down?
- You'd be dead, you crazy lady!

Look at you...

You look like Freddy Krueger.

Pff!

Hm. And what if I told you
I cashed out in time anyway?

You're lying.

Obviously, yeah, I'm lying.

You still trust this ShytCoin story?

You're so funny.

You're saying I look like a clown?

No, coz' I love you.

You're so handsome.

Mm.

I love you too.

- Am I hurting you?
- A little, but it's fine.

Hold on. Hold on.

- So...
- Mm?

You never had money?

What do you think?

Oh, yeah, just a little hidden there?

Nothing at all!

All this for nothing?

No, all this for us.

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