01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

[doors buzzing]

So, first time in prison.
Got a lease you need to break?

What do you mean?

Do you rent, are you a homeowner,
or are you homeless?

Do I look homeless?
Do you think these are bum's shoes?

Two hundred bucks.

[sighs] Are you currently employed?

Might be on a record label
with Nassim and Huissem.

-Sorry?
-Kertra's producers, man.

They heard my mixtape.

I don't know who that is.
Your parents know you're here?

-Ain't got a dad.
-What about your mom?

We don't speak. She's dead to me.

I don't know what to tell you, um...

Oh, yeah, prison shock
is definitely a thing.

And arriving in prison
can be really rough.

For some inmates, it's a little harder
to get a conversation going.

[prisoners arguing]

And that doesn't really
help them fit in either.

MINIMUM SECURITY

"Officers with family ties
to inmates are also required

to notify prison administration."

-Hey, I don't make the rules.
-Hang on. Stay right there.

Ah, where'd I put that document?

There it is.

So... No, not here.

"Eligibility requirements
for the senior officer exam."

Okay, here we go: "Eligibility for
promotion to senior correctional officer

is contingent upon approval
from the facility's detention director."

Which would be me.

I've got a feeling I can count on you?

Hm?

My lips are sealed.

[sighs]

[Jeff] Yes, Jonathan Maillard,
Corinne Maillard.

My dentist, he's a Muller
and he's not my family. [chuckles]

I don't have a family.

-Kick it. Come on, pass it.
-Work on that.

-[Boutard] Yo, go for it.
-[prisoner 2] Pick up the pace.

[Boutard] Drive with it, drive.
Come on, guys. We're a team.

Jesus ****ing Christ,
what are you wearing?

-Mr. Boutard, language.
-Sorry, but this **** showed up in jeans.

I can tell you they're motivated because
every month we play five-on-five,

officers against inmates.

And it's a lot of fun.
It's really great for morale.

-So how come he's not playing?
-Who? I don't know him.

I'm not playing with him.

Let the new guys play.
How else are they supposed to fit in?

We're training for the game.
We're not messing around.

I mean, gimme a break.
The guy looks like a child ******.

[prisoners arguing]

You can tell he wouldn't hurt a fly.

-I actually think he's kind of cute.
-And that's a totally unbiased opinion.

Just look at his shoes, ma'am.
We're not putting a bum on the team.

We're full anyway.
Forget it. No room left.

[Corinne scoffs]

[arguing continues]

-Hey, Jeff, who's that guy?
-That's Pavlovitch.

He's really good.
He was at Amiens Youth Academy.

It'd be a shame
if something happened to him.

[prisoners arguing indistinctly]

[Corinne sighs]

Mother******.

[muffled shouting]

-[JP] Are you into soccer?
-[Stéphanie] Yeah, I love it.

-Will you be playing?
-[chuckles]

-Will I play?
-Yeah?

-[laughing]
-What's so funny?

I'm the captain of the team.

Okay.

[JP] You gonna come cheer us on?

No way. I'm not rooting
for a bunch of losers.

How badly did you lose
your last game? Six to one?

Wait, wait. We take it easy.
We're doing this for the inmates.

To give them a good time, okay?
Not to make their sentence worse.

No wonder you get your asses kicked
with a loser mentality like that.

Soccer's a team sport.
I can't pull this off alone.

I mean, I probably could to be honest.
Huh. It wouldn't be hard.

Hey. Why trash the place?
I said there's nothing.

Oh, yeah?

-And this? Whose is this?
-That's mine. It's not against the rules.

[Jeff] Inmates are prohibited
from possessing any object

that could be used as a weapon,

including tools, metal parts
or any materials that could be used

to manufacture weapons
or other dangerous items.

And this... is 15 days in the hole.

Fifteen days in the hole?
Game's this weekend.

Tough luck.

-Clean this up. This place is a mess.
-Mother******.

[door buzzes, opens]

[indistinct chatter]

-What you did to Pavlovitch wasn't right.
-I didn't do anything.

You, your colleague, same thing.
Wasn't right.

Come on,
you know how white people are, man.

I told 'em that was messed up.
Truth is, I like a challenge.

I wouldn't have taken out
your best player.

After you, I mean.

Trust me, we're gonna
f****** wipe the floor with you *******.

Hold up,
is that supposed to be a threat?

Damn right. We're going to destroy you!

Yeah? What's the plan
without Pavlovitch?

I saw you guys at practice.
Not exactly impressive.

Aside from the yelling,
you didn't do too much, so...

You're lucky you're not out on the field.
Saturday that uniform won't help.

Come Saturday,
it's just men going head-to-head.

Of course I'll be out there
on Saturday, you kidding me?

For once, we're gonna kick your asses.

If we want respect as officers,
we gotta earn it on the field first.

I'll show them that, yeah, I may be
a girl, but I'm no f****** *****.

Thanks, Michel,
I'll take a sugar too, please.

You can tell he's vulnerable.
I don't want him all alone.

So go ahead and put him
with an inmate you trust, got it? Okay?

-Yes, ma'am.
-All okay with that?

-Yes.
-Alright. Next one.

Uh, Jonathan Maillard. Here.

Oh, Maillard. Same as you, Chief.

-Yes.
-It's a common name.

[Corinne] Right.

Uh, well, what do you want me to say?
There's not much to say.

-[Michel sighs]
-Just a young go-getter.

-He's got a lot of potential. Next one.
-Hold on, a lot of potential?

Don't get too attached.
That guy's not gonna last long in here.

-[officer] He's a little sh*t.
-For real. That kid's an as*h*le.

Next time he mouths off to me,
I'll knock him out.

Cut him some slack. He just got here.

Yeah, that's no excuse, though.

-Plus he just lost his mom.
-Oh, yeah?

-[Corinne] Yeah.
-What did she die of?

[inhales]

She died of... She...

Er, she died saving a baby from drowning.

[Stéphanie]
Oh, that poor thing, that's awful.

-[Corinne] Hm.
-So she drowned?

Yeah, she did. Unfortunately.
It's tragic, really.

-Does that mean the baby drowned as well?
-At least she tried!

Anyway, that's not the point.
What this kid needs is to fit in.

Speaking of fitting in,
other than Stéphanie,

nobody signed up for the soccer game?

-[Stéphanie] Yeah.
-[Corinne] What's this about?

-[JP sighs]
-What?

Oh, come on, be reasonable.
You can't let the inmates down.

[sighs] They're all riled up
since Pavlovitch got put in the hole.

It's gonna be a bloodbath.
[chuckles softly]

Oh, no, no, no.
No, no, no, I'm not playing.

I'll be the ref.

Wait, I thought you were
the team captain, right?

-Yeah.
-There you go. Perfect. You're up, JP.

Who else?

Thanks, Michel. Now I just need a stirrer.

-[Michel grunts]
-And it's cold now. Okay, so...

[inmates shouting indistinctly]

-Whoa. This place is a mess.
-You sh1tting me right now?

No, no. Come on, Mr. Boutard, please.

Ma'am, I respect you a lot.
But what he did to Pavlovitch?

-That was messed up.
-I know. I heard all about it.

I'll look into it. Hm.

-In the meantime, your new cellmate.
-Why would I need a new one?

Well, without Pavlovitch,
I figured you needed a replacement.

-You played club, right?
-Man, don't talk to me. Just do your job.

Hey, watch your mouth.
She could be your mother.

Not at all. They don't even look similar.

Anyway, my mom's a *****.

-Which one? Is she dead or is she a *****?
-She died being a *****.

If your mother didn't teach you manners,
I will, you son of a *****.

Mr. Boutard, enough with the language.

Sorry, ma'am,
but this ******* talks sh*t too.

I swear to God, he's not playing
on the team. Happy now?

Come help me out, son of a *****.

You know how to cook?

-Cordon bleu?
-I don't eat pork.

Uh, pasta?

-Bolognese?
-Carbonara?

Ah, sh*t, this is a mess.

-We're gonna have to call the game off.
-Huh? What for?

-We can't play just the two of us.
-But we're not just gonna forfeit.

Come on,
we'll find three players. Something.

Oh, yeah?
And who are we gonna ask? Michel?

[Michel snores softly]

Michel?

Michel!

-Huh?
-You wanna play soccer with us or not?

Alright. Happy to, yeah.

That wasn't hard. Not a problem.

Come on, Michel, are you serious?
You're retiring soon.

It's risky, man. Those guys are no joke.

[scoffs] I played
with the worst of the worst.

Jacques Mesrine,
Francis the Belgian, Émile Louis.

Émile Louis?

-What position?
-Number ten.

And let me tell you,
he had a hell of a touch.

-Well, he wasn't just touching ba*ls.
-He was a nice man.

For a serial k*ller.

[sighs]

But I mean, still...
We can't play with only three guys either.

Well, I'll deal with it later.

I wanted to ask,
how's it going with your new cellmate?

I hate his guts. I hate him.

He better watch himself.
He's gonna have problems.

He'll get his a*s kicked, believe me.

Hold on. Let's calm down. You don't
remember your first days in prison?

You don't get it, ma'am. You don't get it.

This kid wasn't raised right at all.

He's lost. No direction.
He's a piece of ****.

-Nothing good'll come of him.
-Not him. Not at all.

He's champion stock,
I can promise you that.

I mean, no, you can tell.

Why don't you put him on your team?
Come on. Work with me here.

If you're not best friends by the end
of the game, you'll get Pavlovitch again.

Soon as he's back out. That's a promise.

Hm?

So, we got a deal?

-Let's go.
-Let's go, that means...

-yes.
-Yes.

Yes. That's a good answer. Go on, now.

Little Boutard.

[door opens]

[prisoners yelling]

Are you kidding? With a tank like you
on defense and JP up front,

we're gonna crush.

Oh, yeah, you think?

Seriously, Joël,
would you rather stay locked up,

or play soccer outside with all the guys?

Just so you know,
there's running involved.

Er...
Yeah, that's not really my thing.

-[Stéphanie tuts]
-I'm just giving him a heads-up.

Level up, dude.
A little exercise will do you good.

-Plus there's snacks after the game.
-What kind of snacks?

There's gonna be juice,
and, like, cookies.

-What kind?
-Maybe chocolate chip or something.

Yeah, why not? Yeah. Could be kinda fun.

-Trust me, it's gonna be awesome.
-[JP] What?

Alright, we're good.
Just need one more now.

What about him? He's tall.
He could really help us with throw-ins.

-I'll see if he wants to help out--
-Leave it.

Let's not forget
I'm still the team captain.

I'd rather be
the one picking out the lineup.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, we'll get this game going.

We can't play this game.
We're still one player short.

What? No, no, no.
This means too much to the inmates.

I'll find you a player myself. Okay?

Don't worry, we'll get this game going.

[claps] Okay, now...

Let's talk.

I brought you in...

to talk about your promotion.

-Really?
-[laughs] Yes.

Before my recommendation,

I need to be sure you've got
what it takes to be a good leader.

Whatever you need.

Well, that's why
I've decided to make you...

captain of the officers' soccer team.

[laughs]

You're not joking.

No, no, it's just that...

I don't really wanna play
against those guys.

-It's gonna be a slaughter.
-We're already off to a bad start.

That is not the kind of attitude
a leader should have.

Um...

And, er... it's just...
since I'm the referee--

Well, no. You can't play
and be the referee at the same time.

No, I'll be the referee.

A good leader puts the collective
ahead of their own personal interests.

-Are you sure?
-Of course. Me, for instance.

You think I wanna be the referee?
Come on.

No. Not my thing.

[blows whistle rhythmically]

[players shout indistinctly]

[Corinne] Michel, put that cigarette out!

[prisoner] Yo, we gonna play or what?

[prisoners shout indistinctly]

[prisoner] C'mon, boys, we got this one.

So, quite the player, huh?

-He looks pretty good. Be honest.
-Yeah. Yeah, he's doing alright.

But he's still
a real mother****** though.

So... our tactic is our defen--

Okay, here's the plan. I'm up front.

We need someone who can cover a lot
of ground in midfield, so that's you, JP.

Joël, Jeff, you're on defense.
Keep pressure on the ball carrier.

-Win it back and send it forward.
-Warm up. We're about to get going.

-Michel, you're the goalie or something.
-Exactly. We're gonna do all of that.

A good leader is someone
who puts the team's needs

ahead of their own personal interests.

-We're not here to participate.
-[Jeff] Come on.

[Stéphanie]
We're here to win! Let's do this!

-Heads. Ball to officers.
-Bull****.

[gloating laughter]

Sorry, brother.

[prisoners shout indistinctly]

-Have a good game, Officer.
-Don't worry about me. Just play.

Come on, are we doing this or not?

Hold on, maybe we should wait for Michel.

-[Samir] Hey, don't pull a muscle, Michel.
-Michel, you good? Can we get started?

Alright, let's do this.

[whistle blows]

-[Stéphanie grunts]
-[laughter]

-My bad. Sorry, guys.
-[Boutard] Thank God, she sucks.

She's so bad, my friend. Awful.

-[Jeff] Come on, stay focused. Lock in.
-That's a foul.

-[whistle blows]
-Damn it. This close.

She's so bad... it's unreal.

Joël, what the hell are you doing?
Get back on defense.

[Jeff] The cookies are for after.

How can you be this ******* bad?

Come on, I'm not getting much help here.

[Samir] Hey, mark him. Push forward.

-[Jeff] We're a team.
-[Stéphanie] Control it. sh**t!

You've got space! You've got space!

-[Jeff groans]
-[Boutard] Fat b*stard.

[Stéphanie] That's a foul!

-[Samir] Come on, let's go.
-That's a foul!

Seriously, what is that whistle?
I decide if it's a foul or not.

And a good captain sets an example
and respects the referee's calls.

What's all this nonsense?
Come on, let's play.

That's mine. That's my whistle.

Come on, send it. Hurry up!

-You're not getting past me, Officer.
-I am.

-Not gonna happen.
-Stop it.

[both laugh]

-[they grunt]
-[whistle blows]

What was that play?
Have you completely lost your mind?

[Samir] Hey!

-What's gotten into you?
-No, I was aiming for her.

You good now, man?

-Can we play now?
-Yeah, yeah, we'll keep it clean. Yeah.

-Take it easy.
-Alright.

-[groans]
-You okay, Officer?

-I'm okay.
-Is it your ankle?

-Yeah, it's my ankle.
-Michel, go get some ice. Hurry.

-[Michel groans]
-[Samir] Don't put any weight on it.

-You okay?
-[groans] I can keep playing.

-You sure?
-Yeah, it's fine.

-Ow!
-[Samir] Easy.

[whispering] I'm gonna k*ll you.
Dead meat, dude.

-[Stéphanie] f*ck.
-Alright.

We're gonna call the game.
We don't have anyone else--

We're not calling it now.
We'll just go four-on-four.

Worst case, we'll finish one-on-one.

-You. You're out.
-But wait a second, why him?

Because this mother******
won't pass the ball.

-That's no reason.
-Yeah, it is.

Wait a second. Nobody's coming off.

I'll replace Stéphanie.

-And the referee?
-That'd be me.

Yeah, no. You can't do both
at the same time.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Because I'm a woman
I can't do two things at once?

That's not the attitude
of a leader, is it?

That's the attitude of a little...

pig.

Come on, let's go.
I make the calls.

-[Samir] Does it hurt when I do this?
-No, that actually feels good.

-I mean it makes it hurt less.
-[Michel] Here.

Thank you.

[Michel] They're getting
on my nerves with this crap.

-[Samir] Okay...
-[she moans softly]

[she laughs softly]

Hey, leave it. I'll handle it.
I was a camp counselor.

-Ow! You're hurting me.
-Well, he didn't put it on right.

You better not let him win
after what he did to me.

[whispering] Dead meat.

Hey, let's go, guys.

[whistle blows]

[Samir] Get past him. Go, go.

Take his legs out! Get it together!

sh**t it.

[Michel groans]

-[groans]
-[prisoners laugh]

[cheering]

-[whistle blows]
-[cheering continues]

[prisoners laugh]

[laughter and cheering continues]

[Samir] Did you catch that?

That was right in their face.

[Boutard] One-zero, boys.

f*ck the guards.

[prisoner] Yo, we're playing
like Real Madrid.

Guys, we stood our ground.

Michel, you okay?

f*ck... You've gotta spread the field out.

Keep it simple. Move the ball quicker.

[whistle blows]

Yeah, over here. Here! I'm wide open.

Here!

-[Corinne] Come on.
-[JP groans]

[groaning]

-No.
-[officer] Well done, Michel.

-You f*cking suck!
-Open your damn eyes!

Mother******.

-Pass the ball, you son of a *****.
-[whistle blows]

-Beat it, as*h*le.
-Hey, enough with the mother-talk.

-It's starting to get old.
-Guys, I've got the wrong shoes.

-[Samir] **** you and your mother.
-There is no mother.

-Hey, let's go.
-[whistle blows]

[indistinct shouting]

[Jeff] Here, here. Drop it back.
Come on, JP, play with the team.

Come on, put it to the far side.

JP, what the hell are you doing?
Get back on defense.

[Jeff] JP, over here!

-[Samir] Tighten up.
-[Jonathan] Close the gaps.

-JP, go for it.
-[Jeff] JP!

-[Boutard] Mother******.
-Go for it.

[cheering]

[Samir] What are you guys doing?

See? When you listen to me,
good things happen.

You're great, guys, that's great.
We're in their heads now.

That's teamwork paying off.
Alright, one-all.

-[Stéphanie] Come on.
-[whistle blows]

[cheering]

Nice one, son of a *****.

Hell of a shot!

[sighs]

-[prisoner] Good job, Jonathan.
-[Samir] You're solid.

-[prisoner] Come on, let's keep it moving.
-[Jeff] It's okay. We've still got time.

-[Corinne] Well done.
-Let's go. It's not over.

It's only two-one.

-Game over.
-[Samir] Good game.

-[Boutard] We won!
-[Samir] Good game.

[cheering and shouting]

What? But there's still time left.

Yeah, but, I mean...
that whole injury thing took forever.

-And we need to have time for snacks.
-Is it snack time already?

Well, anyway, I wanted
to congratulate you guys.

That was a really great game,
and everyone played by the rules.

How about we give everyone
who scored a big hand?

-[Stéphanie] Good job.
-Bravo.

[Corinne] Give me one of those.

-[Joël] These are so good.
-[Corinne] Gimme that.

Bravo, JP. Honestly,
you really impressed me out there.

You were awesome.

What are you doing all alone?
Come on, let's go grab a juice.

[JP] Yeah, I lost the game, but...

maybe I won where it counts.

-You know I could've gone pro, right?
-Oh, yeah?

Yeah. When I was younger
I could've made it into an academy.

-Okay.
-Then I tore my ACL. Know what that is?

-Yeah.
-It's the hamstring. Talk about bad luck.

[laughs]

Yeah, I get compared to Michael Jordan.

-Oh.
-But my sport's soccer.

-Right, got it.
-You guys did alright. Good for you.

Next time, we're gonna **** you up.

Come on, move it, move it.
Let's go.

-It's shower time.
-No, not yet.

-Let us enjoy it a little more.
-No, it's time.

Or everyone's gonna be late for classes.

Yeah, that's just because you're losers.

-No, it's because it's time to go.
-You're pissed because we ****** you up.

-I beg your pardon?
-That shot there? You felt that one?

Boom, up your ***!

First of all, show some respect.
Second, don't talk to me like that.

-What are you gonna do about it?
-Alright. Hit the showers.

-Keep looking at me like that...
-Playing tough?

-That's enough.
-I don't give a ****, you got that?

-Jonathan, knock it off.
-Go back to your office, filthy old b*tch.

That's enough, Jonathan.
I'm still your mother!

[gasps]

Son of a *****.