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THE NANNIES

Bet 5 euros, leave with 100.

Nice-price glasses, 10 euros!

For your Christmas tree.

Cigarettes!

- Hey blondie, take a look. - I'm meeting someone.

Check out this bag. Matches your hair.

- Nice, but... - No, it's a steal!

Smell that leather? Buffalo hide. What'll you pay?

100 euros? For you, 80. Try it on. You won't regret it.

- There. - If you insist.

You're irresistible!

- Yeah? - I'll take a pic.

Look at me. There. In profile.

Look at me.

Fantastic!

What a knockout.

- Sheila! - Hang on.

Sheila, c'mere!

Look at this hunk.

- The djo is duded up! - Ain't he?

Not bad, eh?

50, 20 and 80. There.

You got a deal.

- Goes with my hair. - See that?

- Bye. - So long, gorgeous.

How do you do it?

The pouch makes him look like a kangaroo.

Hideous.

Oh, shit!

Stop there!

- Follow us, please. - Sure.

- That stuff yours? - Nope.

Maybe my grandpa's.

- That's Grandma's. - Take it away.

Hi, honey.

Yeah, I'm fine. They released me.

I slipped coz of my heels and they grabbed me.

You said it.

- Give money! - Take it easy.

- Two months late. Give! - I said I'd pay.

- 1000 euros. - I don't have it.

Give!

- There's 850. - Another 150.

- I don't have it. Next week. - One week. No more!

I think he sacked your place.

It's delicious. Thanks, neighbor.

Don't mention it.

Ok, I've got to go tidy up.

If you need money, I know someone looking for a nanny.

A room goes with the job.

Thanks, but I didn't come here to babysit.

As you like.

One night...

It had already happened 8-9 times, so the kid pisses in bed.

The dad gets mad, says, "Son, that's enough.

"You wet the bed every night!"

The kid says, "Papa, it's an accident."

So the dad says,

"Son,

s"after that many times,

"it's not an accident.

"It's a symptom, a system."

Hang on. You think I'm a thief?

I think nothing.

You keep getting caught, but your friend gets away.

So explain.

I dunno, maybe she runs faster.

Buy us the same shoes.

Don't fuck with me.

I'm not fuckin' with you.

- So where's the take? - The cops took it.

The take.

And the goods.

You know what it costs us, you little shit?

You're gonna pay me back.

Got that?

Or else that mug of yours...

I'll really mess it up.

Is that clear?

I'm done. Scram.

Hi.

Hi, Angèle. All good?

Yeah. Say...

is that job still out there?

I'm introducing you, and your boss is a friend of my boss,

so do a good job.

For my reputation.

- You got papers? - Yeah. Well, they're fake.

Then ask to be declared.

You earn less, but it helps get them.

For now, I need money.

It's up to you.

I wanted to be legal to bring my boy.

Any children?

Then say you have two.

It's reassuring.

If they ask for references?

I'll handle that. The most important thing: Sing an African lullaby.

The bobos love it.

Something to drink? Water? Tea?

- No thanks, ma'am. - I'm good.

So, tell me about you.

Known each other long?

- 10-12 years. - Really!

We share cousins.

Have you ever been a nanny?

Yes, of course. First I looked after little Cynthia.

So cute. But a handful. She needed discipline.

- I had triplets as well. - Oh my!

Gotta be on your toes.

- What about babies? - Babies?

Have you ever looked after babies?

I forgot to ask. Do you have children?

Yes. A girl and a boy.

But they're not in Paris.

I recommended Angèle

because she's very professional and kind.

I don't doubt it a bit. Claire loves you, so I trust you.

Claire is a mother from school,

very straight.

I must tell you, I work very hard.

A high-power job with long hours.

And Arthur isn't always particularly easy these days.

- Do you want to be declared? - Not necessarily.

Good. Less red tape.

Someone's awake.

Triplets, huh?

- What's that? - Put it here so you don't get dirty.

And here's Marius.

- Want to hold him? - Yes, of course.

C'mere, baby buck.

Nursery rhyme.

Rub up, rub up close, baby

Rub up, rub up close

There's all kinds of booties Big and small!

There's all kinds of boobies Pointed and droopy...

Thanks again for coming by on a Sunday.

A coat of paint and the room will be ready in a week.

Fine, no problem.

- See you tomorrow. - Tomorrow.

It'll be great!

Angèle.

Shit!

Shit!

Hi, Angèle.

Next time leave some wiggle room. We're late.

Arthur, get a move on!

C'mon!

I didn't hear you say hello.

You've got it easy.

Hi.

What do you want to do?

D'you get a chocolate croissant?

Wanna find a bakery?

Follow me.

I'm gonna play soccer. You stay here, ok?

Marius...

Look at bunny.

Welcome to the square.

Is it always like this?

Depends on the day, time and weather.

- He seems hungry. - He ate an hour ago.

- And his diaper? - Just changed it.

Then he's still hungry, silly.

It's not hard.

Fatou, Bintou... Angèle.

Hi.

- Say, not much mixing here. - Like soccer, to each her club.

- Where're the parents? - At work, so we're here.

My boss mainly works at shopping!

What'd I tell you?

My daughter needs exercise, not the stroller.

- I was going to... - Bullshit! I've watched you chatting.

Lighten up!

What is this?

- How dare you speak to her that way? - Butt out!

No chance!

We're going home.

What nerve, that woman!

They should invent an app to rate parents.

Look, it's not that hard.

Out with your pals, you see a nice leather jacket.

You have 30 bucks.

Your pals have 40 bucks between them.

But the jacket costs 180 big ones.

How much more d'you need?

100 big ones?

You rip-off! I want 110, or you can stuff that jacket.

Go on.

Look.

Know what it means when a bird watches you from the window?

A loved one who's absent is thinking of you.

Finish that up.

Listen! Listen to what I'm saying.

I got that by email during a meeting.

Can you believe that asshole?

Like hell he'll have him two weeks at Christmas.

Then why'd he move 250 miles from Paris?

It'll be stipulated in the divorce.

Sure it will.

Arthur, go get in your pajamas.

You can finish later.

I took Sonia.

At least I know her.

I think it's better.

No, don't worry.

Don't worry.

I gotta go.

Big hugs.

- Sorry. - It's ok.

- How'd it go? - Fine. Marius is asleep, Arthur ate.

- I bet he didn't do his homework. - Yes he did, all of it.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, Angèle.

Hey, buddy.

Is your mom home?

- Am I intruding? - No, come in. I'm making dinner.

I don't know how you do it.

Another day begins!

I'm wiped out!

Look, I have something for you.

- That's sweet. Thanks. - You bet.

Give me that. There you go.

Someone looks pleased.

The park has a weird vibe.

All those women looking after other folks' kids.

For sure. When do you move over there?

- This weekend. - So you'll have a party?

- Yeah, right. - Still, you're lucky. Quite a savings!

I hardly make ends meet.

My boss

never pays overtime.

Sometimes she comes home early and deducts my wages.

She has no right!

I know.

- Are you declared, at least? - Yes!

We'll work it out.

How?

That's my business.

After all you've done for me, it's the least I can do.

- Did you steal Maxime's cards? - No, I did not.

- Liar! I know it was you. - Hey, what's going on?

- Are you his nanny? - Yes.

Your kid stole Maxime's Dragon Ball cards.

Is that true?

- No! - He's lying.

- Give the cards. - It wasn't me!

Hand over the cards.

Thank you.

Ok?

- All settled? - Thanks.

What got into you?

He shows off with all his cards. He has tons.

That's no reason to steal.

Don't steal, ok?

Or don't get caught.

Do it right. Good and clean.

Are you serious? You're a nanny?

A little break uptown never hurt anyone.

I get a room above the kid this weekend.

A hideout until things settle down.

So you aren't going to pay Gabin back?

For what?

Don't pull that on me.

I swear I didn't pocket a thing.

And who runs the risk of arrest?

The money's partly mine, you know.

You don't trust me?

It's just that I'm stone broke. I need the job.

It pays good. And the guys helped us out.

You mean, used us!

You're not being used as a nanny?

I'm telling ya, they won't give up. So watch your back.

Are you threatening me?

You only look out for yourself.

- Tell ya what, get lost. - You're fooling yourself.

So I'm not the only thief.

Aren't you a joker?

Angèle, I'm not sure about this.

Relax, it'll go down fine.

What if she runs into you later?

Look,

you gotta take risks in life.

Come on! Let's go.

Ma'am.

Someone's here to see you.

How can I help you?

Aminata N'Diaye, social and legal caseworker.

I met Mrs. Ouatara in the square.

- I'm not disturbing? - No, no.

My job is to inform and advise women who usually

don't quite understand their job rights and duties.

- You see? - Oh, ok.

May I?

Yes, of course. Sorry. Come in.

I won't be long, don't worry.

Very nice apartment.

- Thank you. - A glass of water?

- Of course. - Very well.

In talking with Mrs. Ouatara,

I noted errors or omissions in the compensation for her work.

For instance, Mrs. Ouatara indicated the fact that,

correct me if I'm wrong,

the extra hours she worked were rarely or almost never taken into account.

Rest assured,

it's very common.

Usually employers set a fixed wage and neglect to count overtime.

It's not a problem. Even retroactively, it can be rectified.

Alright.

That hits the spot.

She also pointed out that you deduct wages if you get home early.

- Correct, Mrs. Ouatara? - It happens.

- It's not exactly... - Rest assured, I hear it every day.

The legal framework for domestic help is a mess.

People are ill-informed. That's why I'm here.

But I believe you declare Mrs. Ouatara.

Yes, absolutely.

That's good. Very good, Mrs...

Berthuis.

Like the gourmet shops?

- That's us. - I see.

Now, Mrs. Berthuis, the good news is that by declaring your employee,

you can easily redress the situation.

- Because you are within the law. - Oh, ok.

Well, I'm finished. There.

Here's my card, in case you have any questions.

- Very well, Mrs. N'Diaye. - Just call me counselor.

Have a nice afternoon!

- Goodbye, Mrs. Ouatara. - Goodbye.

"Call me counselor!"

You shoulda seen my boss' face!

I'm gonna pee myself!

I can't hold it anymore.

You're an ace. A real ace, sister! Here.

I award you the medal

of the all-powerful PSG.

Ain't that pretty?

Help me make money, too. So I could go see a game.

I did it for Wassia. Who so kindly reached out to me.

- We're together, sister. - We're together, honey.

You're too cute.

Wish I coulda seen that.

C'mon, let's go. Move your partner.

Grip the sleeve as you take them down.

C'mon, Arthur, fight back!

A good kumikata, c'mon. Go, Arthur. Fight!

Arthur, escape. Don't let her pin you.

Turn it around, go after her.

Escape! C'mon.

Know what? She didn't beat you. You let yourself be beaten.

Know why? Coz you're scared.

- I am not! - Yes, you are.

I saw it. You were in your comfort zone.

You gotta devour your opponent. Look at him like this, right in the eye.

Then breathe deep, through your nose.

Do like me.

There. Wrinkle your nose.

Go on!

Less with the nose. You look like a bulldog.

Keep working it.

Not quite, but you're close. Hang on.

What?

You can't do that!

I'm on my way.

I said, I'm on my way.

C'mon, I got trouble.

- Where to? - C'mon!

Where we going?

Arthur, move it!

- There you are! - If you touched my things...

- The lock's changed. - What don't you get?

I asked you for a week. I said you'd have it in a week.

- Can't you wait a week? - I need my money.

- I said a week. - It's passed.

- And I'll pay. - Like before?

I gave you 850 euros last time.

- Rent's 1000 euros. Need 1000, not 850. - You throw a fit for 150 euros?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You'll never pay the guy.

Why say that?

You're moving and you'll never see him again.

You're a sneaky one.

Sneaky! That's a good one.

Who's the boy with you in the picture?

My son.

- You have a daughter, too? - Nope.

You told Mom you had two kids.

Sneakiness?

How old is he?

Moussa? He's 10.

- He doesn't live with you? - Nope.

- Where's he live? - Interrogation over? You a cop?

No... Yes, counselor. Yes.

I'm the one who represents Mrs. Ouatara.

Tomorrow?

Late morning?

Yes, alright.

Goodbye.

Counselor Sarre? You're to meet Counselor N'Diaye?

Well, she won't come. She doesn't exist.

I made her up. It might seem dumb,

but it's to help a friend avoid exploitation by employers you represent,

and who, like you, couldn't care less about the nanny,

who struggles to make ends meet, or her son,

who came over after years apart.

- What? - Excuse me. I'm Counselor Sarre.

Sorry.

Please, sit down.

First, thank you for those details and your sincerity, Counselor N'Diaye.

Please know I'm not immune to your friend's plight.

My clients simply wanted us to discuss a reasonable framework for negotiation

to regularize Mrs. Ouatara's situation.

Cool.

Here, if you want to reach me.

I didn't expect a nice lawyer.

Shows anything's possible.

Why'd you let the mask down? You could've kept up the charade.

I didn't want to make my friend's situation worse.

You should really be a lawyer.

Please.

Are you a PSG fan?

- No, it's a girlfriend. - I have something she'll like.

Here. My friends backed out.

I'll keep one and give you three.

- That's a bit much. - They're comps. May as well use them.

I was delighted to meet you, Counselor.

Can you manage?

Yep! Made it.

Great, you're a sport.

You'll like it here.

Better than where I was, isn't it?

So where does Moussa live?

Near Abidjan.

With who?

A cousin.

With African nannies, it's often like that.

Best not to ask too many questions. Ok?

Go brush your teeth.

Still, I'm lucky.

Coz you and Dad might get back together.

Yes, we'll see.

It was your decision!

You chose this situation.

So now deal with it!

Enough of this! I'm darkophobic.

- Darkophobic? - Afraid of the dark.

- Claustrophobic! - Stop getting worked up.

Who says Edouard isn't playing with us?

I turned him around fast.

- He wouldn't have given me seats. - For where?

There.

I can't believe it!

Good evening.

Boxes are upstairs to the right.

- Thank you, miss. - "Boxes"?

- She said "boxes"? This is wild! - Keep it down.

- How'd you do it? - You ain't seen nothing yet.

You're a witch. Mami Wata.

A real witch!

Box 17. There it is.

Good evening.

It's here, alright.

- You come on behalf of... - Edouard Sarre.

Of course. Edouard. He's here.

Good evening.

Berangère, this is Ms. N'Diaye, attorney for family affairs.

Who came with...

Wassia Ouatara, PR manager for the NGO Africa's Children.

And Fatou Keita, of the Ivorian Football Federation

and FIFA head of Women's Football for Africa.

- Very good. - Distinguished guests.

Shall I take your coats to the cloakroom?

Put yourselves at ease.

- Ladies, wine, champagne, juice? - What do you want?

Champagne for me, thanks.

A glass of wine, please.

Those guys are true artists. But they're not well used.

They're in 4-4-2 with a diamond in midfield and a sweeper.

Thank you for defending my case with my employers.

I didn't do much.

Thank Counselor N'Diaye.

You're very lucky to have her as a friend.

They're bunched up like flies.

You gotta spread out, guys. Spread out!

It takes a pro, right?

She's a real fan.

- Goodbye. Thank you. - Thanks so much, Bérangère!

I don't know what to say. It was wonderful. Fabulous!

The buffet, everything. Thanks so much!

- Delighted to have you. - Thank you.

- See you soon, Bérangère. - Bye, Edouard.

- A little party among friends. - Nice.

- Want a lift home, ladies? - That'd be totally great.

No, they'll take the metro. It's direct.

I have to change three times.

Not coming with us?

No, I think I'll enjoy the evening a little longer.

Ok, I'll be going.

So long. Thanks a lot.

- Sure. See you soon. - So long, Eddy.

A nightcap, counselor?

Angèle.

Angèle.

Welcome to my place.

- Don't turn on the light! - Why not?

I like to see people's homes in the dark.

It's like entering their private lives.

Everything's on the same plane: futile details and valuables.

It helps know who they are.

So who am I?

You are...

Edouard Sarre, attorney.

Very clever.

You have a bit of money, but not that much.

You work long hours.

Not self-employed. Car's a rental.

So you play music!

But you stopped.

No, wait...

It's furnished!

Your apartment's furnished. But what I said still holds.

I don't see any pictures.

No wife, no kids, no family, or else they're far away.

Or you're very private.

Or both.

In short, you're a half-baked black boy.

Half-baked? What's that mean?

Your parents worked hard to give you a future,

but you're a work in progress. Not yet a man.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, and you don't usually bring girls home,

much less girls like me.

Wanna see what a half-baked black boy can do?

I'm warning you, I've been around the block.

It's not furnished, it's a share.

- Bruno, this is Angèle. - Pleased to meet you.

You've met before, haven't you?

Very funny.

Do you play music?

Yeah, just for fun. I'm a lawyer. We work for the same firm.

- And you? - Angèle is a brilliant jurist.

Yes, very...

No, I'm a nanny.

Easy on the pepper! You'll screw up my recipe.

Can you dance?

Do like me. Let yourself go, like this. There.

Bend your knees.

Move your hips. Come on.

Do like me.

Come on.

Let yourself go. Loosen your shoulders.

Go on, let go, Arthur!

Now your shoulders.

There!

Now, the look that kills.

There.

Like that. Now crab walk.

Little white boy can move!

Take it down!

- Sorry, I hadn't seen you. - No, keep going.

Show me, Arthur.

No, I'm tired.

- Come on! - I said no!

When I'm here, he's gone.

- He's shy. - Not with you.

I'm not his mother.

It's almost ready.

Wow! That looks fantastic.

Thanks, ma'am. I'm done. I'll be going.

Ok, Angèle. And thanks.

Hi! How's it going?

If you only knew!

- What's up? - My nanny's on the warpath.

Wassia?

- Money hungry, it's crazy. - How so?

She sicced a legal advisor on us.

Watch it with the one she introduced. Vampires.

Hush, she's right here.

It's going great.

I'm delighted.

Just don't declare her. It's a real can of worms.

Wow! That looks fabulous.

Angèle made it all.

Angèle?

- She left. - I'm a little early.

There's a problem.

- What's wrong? - Everything!

- My boss is firing me. - What? What's that about?

No idea. Ask that Edouard of yours!

He sure took us for a ride. I bet they won't even pay this month.

They're all so superior!

- Hello. - Hello, I want to see Mr. Sarre.

I'm sorry, he's in a meeting.

Then go get him out and tell him Angèle is waiting.

I can't do that, but I can take a message.

- Mr. Sarre is expected at the front desk! - Not so loud.

I repeat. Mr. Sarre is expected at the front desk, please!

Not so loud! Ma'am.

- Not so loud. - Mr. Sarre to the front desk!

See, there he is.

What the hell is this?

- We gotta talk. - I'm in a meeting.

It'll wait.

That way.

Think it's funny?

Getting gaslighted by a dipshit lawyer? No.

What're you talking about?

- Wassia got sacked this morning. Why? - I don't live with her boss.

So, you don't give a shit?

I don't know them. They're clients of the firm.

My boss' friends. I'm helping out.

- Let's go see him. - No you don't.

I'll tell him how his friends treat their help.

Don't do that, it won't help. Give me time to look into it.

And do what?

Yeah, like a lawyer.

What's up? We're waiting?

Be right there, Henri.

Pleased to meet you.

Hi.

- Make it fast. - I'm coming.

Please.

Do something or I'll go see bwana Henri.

Get back safely!

- That panther your girl? - No, my housekeeper.

She forgot the keys.

If the Berthuis want to sack Wassia, there's two years' back vacation pay,

plus a month's notice and severance pay.

- That's about 5,000 euros. - Are you joking?

Not at all. It's all here.

She can show them. To fire her, they have to pay.

It should give her time to find another job.

Are you showing off, Mr. Lawyer-Man?

But no one must know where it comes from. Is that clear?

Super clear.

Thanks.

Sorry about the other day.

It's ok.

We're cool.

5,000 bucks!

Good Lord, I don't believe it.

Go to them, hand them that and you're all set.

- It's too much money! - Equal to their generosity?

- I'll never dare. - Of course you will! Enough already.

Girls, no more getting snookered!

And if you don't do it, I'll do it for you.

Who got you this?

Eddy, huh?

You can tell me. He's homesick.

Edouard? That jerk really took me for a ride.

Can't stand him.

Eddy the inside guy!

That's it, isn't it?

Angèle and Eddy!

Come forward.

Take your bows.

Kumikata.

- Hajime. - Go on, Arthur, grab him!

That's it, grip him good.

Grip his neck. That's it! A high grip.

There, grip his lapel.

Harai goshi! There, like that! Move around him.

Keep moving. That's it!

Arthur, crush him! Whip his ass!

Throw that big bastard on the ground!

Here we go! Regroup and go after that blockhead.

Move around him. By the neck.

There, that's it!

- Who won? - I did!

- What's going on? - It's the 5,000, they want your help.

What on earth?

They're willing to give you a cut of what you'd get for them.

- It's here? - Yes.

Is he in school?

Of course.

That's how he'll become someone: a lawyer, a doctor, a businessman.

Or a soccer player.

We'll see about that.

If he's already in a good club, he might.

Do you speak often?

Not very.

Why not?

To forget we're far apart.

This is for you.

If you need anything, call and I'll bring it up.

- Angèle showed me pictures of Moussa. - Nice.

Do you know what the capital of Ivory Coast is?

Kinshasa?

Abidjan, dummy!

Time to eat.

Moussa might be coming.

We'll talk about him another time. I have guests coming.

How was school?

Ok.

Last night was a hit!

- Another great meal. - I'm delighted.

By the way, Hélène, you still owe me for last month.

I forgot again.

- Tonight, I promise. We're late. - I really need it today.

At least things are simple between us.

- Marius is ready. - Ok. Have a good day.

Château Lynch-Bages, '98.

Perfect!

What are we celebrating?

My dear Paul,

it just so happens that the excellent Edouard

found the crack in your case against Bio is Better.

- Your former associate... - The ballbreaker.

...set up a business 4 years ago.

While still cozily in your employ. What was it?

- Living Green. - That's it.

- Never heard of it. - And who was in this hidden business?

Several of your former employees, same producers and products,

and worse still, same customers.

There's a name for that.

Unfair competition and customer poaching.

Now let's see how much this'll get you.

Edouard, could you give Mr. Berthuis your conservative estimate?

If we go by the early years, you stand to recover up to 800,000 euros.

- Son of a bitch! - Fill the man's glass.

- You guys are good. - He did it all.

Good job, my boy.

- Thanks. - Really good.

Excuse me.

Yes, darling?

No, go ahead.

What?

You can't be serious.

She's starting to piss me off.

I'm at lunch. I'll call you back.

Love you, darling.

That nanny we want to fire...

- Right, we're on it. - Know how much she wants now?

5,000 euros.

- What do you pay her? - I dunno, 1,000 and some.

That's outrageous.

We even helped bring her kid here. Some thanks!

Hang on. We'll find a solution.

What do you do in these cases?

I don't know.

You must have an idea.

Besides serious misconduct, I don't know.

Serious misconduct?

That works.

Yeah.

- Here, here. - You're a real champ.

- 370... 380. - No! There's 400.

- I counted in front of you. - Then count again, and right.

How dare you.

A word of advice: don't annoy her. She's a tough one.

Do you often send money?

Every Friday.

So I don't blow it on the weekend.

380,

and 400 euros.

Think he'd apologize?

C'mon, we're outta here.

Why not bring Moussa over like Wassia did?

I'd have to be legal.

- And you're not legal? - No, I need papers.

You have ID. I need something to say I can stay here.

But you are here.

I get it. You're sneaking.

So how do you stop sneaking?

Prove that I have a job.

But you do!

Yeah, well, it's complicated.

What's complicated?

- Drop it. - I won't drop it!

What about Moussa?

- You came for him, didn't you? - Yes. And I'll bring him over.

When?

- When my circumstances improve. - When's that?

You can't leave him far away! Do all you can to get him back.

- Arthur stop it. - Or you don't really want him to come.

We can't always do what we want!

You want your parents back together, but it won't happen.

Why'd you say that? That's mean.

I'm sorry. I apologize.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Good evening.

'Evening, young man.

- Welcome to my place. - Thanks.

I brought you something.

That's sweet.

- What about the flowers? - Oh, right!

- Cute place. - See that? And big.

View of the Eiffel Tower.

Living the high life!

I swear, there had to be twenty of them!

All wanting my help.

- Do it, and take a cut. - That's exactly what they said.

No way! They're exploited enough as is.

I ran into Wassia's boss earlier.

- Did you? - Any news?

No.

I just know they helped bring her boy over.

Is that a reason to fire her?

I didn't say that.

If we stick to kids and chores, it's ok,

but if we assert our rights, we're treated like shit.

I'll never kowtow to them.

My son will come in better circumstances.

So you have a son?

I didn't tell you?

Well, no.

His name's Moussa.

He's 10 years old.

When'd you last see him?

2 1/2 years ago.

Not hungry, huh?

No, but it's very good.

Hard to digest all that, my little litigator?

No, it's just that...

The nice thing here is, we can go to straight to bed.

We know you're in there.

Angèle!

Why make it hard?

No one's home.

Hello, miss.

The girl who lived there left.

Oh did she? Where'd she go?

No idea.

Very well.

Sorry for the bother.

Happy birthday, Assane!

Go on.

- Here, a little gift. - That's very sweet, Arthur.

Someday we'll celebrate Moussa's birthday.

Moussa?

Angèle's son, when he comes from Abidjan.

Right, Moussa.

Come on in.

Sit down.

Listen, I won't beat around the bush. Your work for Berthuis is brilliant.

So I'm putting you on our biggest cases,

with a raise to go with it.

Ok by you?

Uh, yeah.

Of course. I just didn't expect this.

To be honest, me neither.

- Thank you. - Don't. You're making me a rich man.

Get to work.

By the way,

about the misconduct charge.

- The misconduct charge? - The Berthuis' nanny.

If she knows her rights, it might be worth paying the 5,000.

Mommy!

Hey, sweetie!

Look, Wassia gave me a balloon.

It's so pretty!

Sweetie, go play in your room.

- Wassia? - Yes?

- Can I speak to you? - Yes, ma'am.

Can you explain?

I don't know, ma'am.

I won't get angry, it's pointless. But you are no longer employed.

But why?

You know very well why.

You accuse me of stealing?

No one else has the keys, so it's clear.

I'm not a thief, ma'am.

I'm sorry, but I no longer trust you. That's all.

And in fact,

we're informing the police.

You can't! You have no right!

- What's going on, Mommy? - Go to your room!

Why are you crying?

You're leaving, Wassia?

Where's Wassia going, Mommy?

Home.

But this is her home.

Sophie? She's a pain though.

I don't want that bimbo at my party. Sorry.

But you're inviting Mathias?

Totally!

Don't tell, ok?

The cigarette. You didn't see it, capisce?

Ok.

A nanny fight, looks like.

Why'd I listen to you? It's all your fault.

So you think you should've accepted things, kept quiet?

- Be treated like dirt? - Look at us!

Do we have a choice?

We're lucky to have a job, to be legal and bring our kids over.

But you don't care.

You think you're different, you're not a slave.

The rebel, the big mouth.

But what about Moussa?

I saw the guys you owe.

You say we're nothing, but at least we fight.

We try to deal with things.

Pick up!

Don't worry, she's not in danger.

They'll call her in and take her deposition.

It'll go fine. They just want to fire her.

They have no right. They're dishonoring her.

- Talk to your boss. - What d'you mean?

Explain things, say his pal is up to no good.

He's going too far.

- I can't. - Why not?

Because it's pointless.

Look...

- Wassia can take them to labor court. - And you'll help?

I can't.

I'm in a bind here.

You care more about that stupid firm than defending Wassia.

You don't care about justice!

You and I don't live in the same world.

How are you, Mom?

Can you see me alright?

Yes, I can see you.

My, you've grown.

How's school?

Ok, Mom. I have good grades.

You know I'm very proud of you.

You're gonna be someone.

Show me your report card!

Mom...

Yes?

I have to tell you something.

I quit school.

What d'you mean, you quit school?

I have to work. I have to make money.

What is this?

Sister, we're broke.

I send you money, don't I?

- But Béké left. - What?

He left home. Now I'm on my own. We do the best we can.

Angèle? You listening?

Don't cry, Mom.

I'm sorry.

Are you ok, ma'am?

You can call me miss from now on.

I feel like I've been to a funeral.

What a waste, I tell you.

Don't say that. You have two children.

That's true.

When I saw him, I realized we weren't right for each other.

I needed a man who reassured me. But deep down, he was afraid of me.

Where I come from, women protect men.

And the men are different there. They can be very harsh.

And reassurance, what for?

You have a fine career that you chose.

You make a good living, you have two lovely children.

If you need a man, it's to love him for what he is.

We can't expect anything from men. That's how you find the right one.

And you, Angèle, how are you?

I'm ok.

Arthur told me you had a fight with Wassia.

Claire told me a little about it, but it's none of my business.

I just wanted to say, I trust you entirely.

And thank you for all you do for Arthur.

Thank you.

Ma'am?

Do you think you could declare me?

It's important now.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

What the...

My respects, ma'am.

Who are you?

What're you doing? You're nuts!

Angèle!

- You know each other? - She's my sistah!

We go way back.

Right, Angèle?

People I worked for.

Keep going. And who I owe money to.

There! Thank you.

We'd lost contact.

But God be thanked, Sheila told us about your new job.

- Does this concern me? - It doesn't.

Then leave my home or I'll call the police.

Forgive me, mama.

Good boy.

- What's your name? - Don't speak to my son!

Can you pay them back?

- No. - What does she owe?

First it was 1,300 euros.

But with interest,

now it's 2,000.

We don't take checks.

- There's an ATM downstairs. - Downstairs here?

Ok.

Come on, let's go.

Arthur, go to your room.

I want you to vacate the room by Friday.

Meanwhile, don't come near my kids.

Here's the money for this month.

Time to go.

It couldn't have worked.

So, Mrs. Ouata...

No merry-go-round. Tomorrow.

- Wassia finally confessed. - How's that?

To the cops, she admitted stealing the earrings.

Unbelievable! She seemed so nice.

Nice, but still a thief.

Angèle, it's me, Arthur.

I wanted to say, I know you're not a thief.

And neither is Wassia, even if she confessed to the police.

Volkman & Partners.

Please hold.

Where are you going?

I'm talking to you.

Mr. Sarre isn't here.

Here comes your housekeeper.

- Can I help you? - How far will you go?

- You call it fucking justice? - Listen, Miss, be so kind...

I'm not kind! With your 3-piece bullshit,

you're ruining a woman's life and risk deporting her son.

But don't you worry.

I'll prove her employers are scumbags!

And so are their lawyers.

- Who're we talking about? - No one. The Berthuis' nanny.

What's this about deporting?

The idiot confessed the theft.

Can we get back to business?

Edouard, where you going?

Angèle!

Listen to me, please.

I'll defend your friend.

Hello, Angèle?

Do you read me?

Angèle for Arthur.

Arthur?

Come meet someone!

Arthur, meet Sanna. She'll look after you two now.

Hi there.

Arthur, right?

Can you answer Sanna?

- Yes. - He's being shy.

Here's the key...

What's the point of labor court? I'll never win now.

Your confession isn't everything. We can suggest it was forced.

You're legal, others will vouch for you.

Trust me. We'll prepare a solid case.

I've sacrificed a lot to get this far, Mr. Edouard.

I don't want to go back. Understand?

I understand perfectly, Wassia. I'll do all I can to help.

Then prove to them I'm not a thief.

The earrings didn't just disappear.

All we need is a photo.

Are they going away this weekend?

Haven't we done enough?

It's no time to make things worse.

Angèle's waiting at the square.

- Hi. - Hey there.

I got you a chocolate croissant.

Thanks.

- Can we go to the square? - Sure. Lead the way.

Stay with Marius. I'm going to play soccer with friends, ok?

Back in 15 minutes.

Don't worry, it's right there.

- Ok, come back in 15. - I will.

- I missed you! - Me too.

Listen up, Arthur.

- Impossible! She's two years older. - So what?

I'm invisible. She'll never invite me.

Who says you need an invite?

- This is ridiculous. - He'll gatecrash.

It's a useful skill.

- Does Wassia know? - No, but it's our best shot.

Any better ideas? I'm all ears.

I'm going to play soccer with Simon.

- By yourself? - Oh please!

- You be careful. - I have my pedestrian license!

Wassia, how are you? Got your former employment records?

- It's all here. - Have a seat.

There. Gorgeous. You'll knock 'em out.

This is madness.

Here.

- What's this? - Glitter lipstick. Girls love it.

Don't take any risks.

I promise.

This'll keep you safe.

Got your phone?

Remember: Flatter the girl.

What're you doing here?

I wanted to give Caroline a birthday present.

That's so sweet! Let's surprise her.

Caroline, come here!

Look who's here.

What do you want?

This is for you.

Open it later.

Anyway, you're beautiful in that dress. It suits you to a T.

Don't let him in.

- Why not, Caroline? - He's too young!

What's with you?

The thanks you get for bringing a gift.

Well then, I'll invite you.

Welcome!

It's so pretty!

You filled them in?

Is he in there?

I don't believe this.

Come on, time for the cake!

What're you doing?

Looking for the toilet.

- At the end of the hall. - Thank you, Claire.

What an angel.

The case is empty!

- You sure? - Positive.

They must be somewhere else.

How should I know!

Maybe the bathroom, the study...

I can't search the place.

What're you looking for?

Who's on the phone?

- No one. - No one?

Hello? Arthur?

Think I'm an idiot?

You just came to snoop.

Aren't I right?

Not at all.

Gimme your phone. We'll call the last number.

I'm sure my parents will be interested.

Come on!

- What's that face? - Sweetie!

Everyone's looking for you.

I thought you and I could have a smoke.

Got any cigs? I'm fresh out.

Answer me!

I'm coming.

You too, come on!

- Are you finished? - No.

Now I want you to do me a favor.

He did it!

He did it!

I call that professional sneakiness!

Good job!

- How was soccer? - Great. I scored.

Why not tell me you were at Caroline's party?

I had Claire on the phone.

- I didn't want you to know. - Why not?

Coz I'm in love with Caroline and it's not your business.

So be it.

Even so, I'm your mother, and I need to know where you are.

Got that?

Don Juan.

Come give me a kiss.

What's the bracelet?

From Angèle?

No, it's not.

Give me your phone.

Hand it over!

I forbid you to see her again.

A few weeks later

Notice to Appear in Labor Court

Still in touch with your housekeeper?

She no longer works for me.

The Berthuis are in for labor court.

- Really? - The witch. That's all I need.

You handled the case, you go.

And wrap it up for good.

I'm on it.

I'm counting on you!

And that's it.

I have to say all that?

You're gonna have to.

I ask you to consider these documents,

attesting that her employers did not pay any leave for two years...

These claims add to the complaint we now file

against Mr. and Mrs. Berthuis

for the following charges...

Hey! Give that back!

No, it's in your head now.

I'm not even reading it.

Why can't I wear the robe?

- Not a lawyer. - Why can I defend Wassia?

You work in the same sector.

Not fair.

What're you doing?

- Training. - I see.

So you're screwing Berthuis? Sacrificing your career?

- Don't overreact! - If it goes bellyup, you'll be disbarred.

Gotta take risks in life.

Your cigarette, please.

Do we have to be next to her?

Almost over.

- Hope it won't take long. - About 20 minutes.

Ok, then.

You may go in.

Hello.

We will now examine the Ouatara vs. Berthuis case.

We will hear the claim.

Madam President,

on Dec. 12, Mr. and Mrs. Berthuis entered a dispute with Mrs. Ouatara

on the following grounds:

unfair dismissal

with false accusations and moral harassment.

Mrs. Ouatara seeks redress for the harm suffered,

and asks the labor court to condemn her employers to pay...

- That's absurd! She stole our jewelry. - Sir, please!

- Madam President, may I? - Proceed, counselor.

As stated in the police report from the 9th district of Paris,

since Mrs. Ouatara confessed her act, the theft of earrings worth 6,800 euros

to the detriment of Mr. and Mrs. Berthuis,

the couple simply requests the misconduct charge be applied,

and that dismissal for misconduct

without severance pay be immediately recognized as warranted.

Mrs. Ouatara, do you dispute that version of the facts?

Yes.

You have the floor.

Mrs. Ouatara will withdraw her confession, obtained under pressure.

You don't say.

As she has not yet withdrawn it, I cannot consider it.

Do you have other evidence?

I sent a last-minute document.

It's a photo.

I don't understand.

What photo?

It was sent to you, counselor, and to the judge.

Yes, here it is.

Are we ok?

You will notice, if you look

with this magnifying glass,

that Caroline Berthuis, on February 2, 2022, her 12th birthday,

that is, after the alleged theft,

was wearing earrings exactly identical to her mother's.

- Can you see? - Yes, I see them.

Claire and Paul Berthuis are also in the photo.

What is this shit? What's that picture?

- I don't understand. - I have a duplicate.

Give me that. Thank you.

Say something!

- We never had access to this. - Silence!

Look, Mr. Berthuis, I indeed...

I think I made a mistake. I have the email,

but I seem to have missed it.

Madam President,

given the urgency of Mrs. Ouatara, without income for weeks,

and the indisputable proof submitted today,

please consider these documents,

attesting that her employers did not pay leave for two years,

or give one month's notice,

or the severance pay Mrs. Ouatara is entitled to.

These claims add to

the complaint we now file against Mr. and Mrs. Berthuis

for false accusation, moral harassment and unfair dismissal.

Mr. Berthuis, you're accused of unfairly dismissing your nanny.

Can you tell us more?

- Mr. Berthuis... - Outrageous.

Angèle's on TV! She's talking about us.

Angèle's on TV, talking about us!

Come over here!

She's talking about us!

Through this case we can talk about the women who share your daily life,

who remain invisible, and who care for your kids.

Few know their true condition.

Yet these women are a necessity.

They sacrifice themselves,

are far from their children, so you can work.

These women are not just women, they're queens.

I speak today in their name.

Ladies, it's time your work was recognized. Your rights, too.

Time for the hypocrisy to cease,

for the queens to be respected, for people to look you in the eye.

- Yes, Henri? - What the fuck happened?

- I messed up. - You messed up?

I'm losing my biggest client because of a brat sitter!

Not a brat sitter. They're called childcare assistants.

- Thanks for everything. - Thank you.

Thank Edouard, too.

I will.

See you soon, sister.

Are you self-employed, counselor? I'm going to need staff.

Did you get fired?

Let's say I resigned.

- Really? - Yep.

So it gave me ideas. I'm going solo.

Good for you.

- Well, Counselor N'Diaye? - I'm not a lawyer.

But you could do advising.

Advising? For who? You?

Well, yes.

I'd be your employee?

- Partner, if you prefer. - Partner?

- 50/50. - We'll have to negotiate.

Careful, I drive a hard bargain.

I know.

- Want some water? - Yes, please.

Thanks.

Your phone's back in your coat.

And here.

That's yours.

Since you're a big boy now, you should know

that your dad and I are divorced.

You can spend half the time with him.

But he lives far away.

Yes,

but you can stay longer during vacation.

And for your birthday,

I thought we might have dinner, the three of us,

with Dad.

What do you say?

300, 320... 340.

Correct?

Here, ma'am.

Thanks.

Did he count right?

Arthur!

- How'd you know I was here? - It's Friday.

You alone?

- I said I was going to a friend's. - Mr. Sneaky.

I don't have a nanny anymore.

Really? Gaining your independence?

- Yes. Mom trusts me. - Well, she shouldn't!

And you, still with Edouard?

Yep, still with Edouard.

- What about work? - Edouard and I might work together.

To help women like Wassia improve their situation.

That's good. Then you can get papers?

Yes, in time.

That's good for Moussa.

It's good for Moussa.

So where you off to?

I was going home.

I'll walk with you.

- Like in the good old days? - Exactly.

I saw Caroline. I think she has a crush on me.

That's fantastic!

I don't believe it!

Between you and me, what's she like?

Is she nice?

Yeah.

Are you hooked?

Well, I like her.

I don't believe it. You're hooked!

C'mere. Lemme explain a few things about girls.

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