01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

Stoof?

There is no Stoof.

He d*ed along with Ismaël.

Dad, please tell me exactly what happened?

We... we were... at World Music Day.

We were doing the sound check.
The three of us.

When it was time for the concert,
we waited for him for ages, and...

He never showed up.

So why doesn't Mom
want you to talk about it?

Ismaël used to smoke a lot of weed.

That night, he took
something really strong.

He was completely wasted.

But, Dad, do you know who his dealer was?

No.

I only know one dealer. It's Pye.

Leave it.

I'll clean up tomorrow.

Yeah, but no, seriously, girl,
I've never seen him act like that.

It was freaky.

You should just stop
torturing yourself with all that,

turn over a new leaf and you'll be fine.

I can't just do that.

I'm sure I can change things.

'91...

- Hey, maybe this was World Music Day.
- Mm. Maybe.

But he doesn't look wasted
at all, does he?

What difference does it make, anyway?

Well, it would help me find out
when things went south.

Ugh. These losers
will end up together too.

Oh, f*ck. Look at that black eye.

Hey, Léa?

I love gossip and all,

but are you getting worked up about
something that happened 30 years ago?

- No.
- Girl, who cares?

We don't even know these people.

It's 3:00 a.m. You should just go to bed.

Anyway, your shrink is going to bed.

- Oh, you're going to sleep now?
- Mm.

Take me for an idiot, why don't you?

You think I didn't notice
you're all dressed up.

Okay. I was speaking to Dora just now.

Oh yeah?

- Yeah.
- And?

I don't know.
We're just... getting to know each other.

Aw, sweetheart.

Go on, then.
I'll let you guys chat in peace.

- Bye, heartbreaker.
- See you tomorrow.

If you die on World Music Day,
that's June 21st.

What does June 21st leave me?

Five days?

f*ck. Five days.

I don't know if I'm scared about it ending
or looking forward to it?

If this ends...

I'll never see you again.

Oh f*ck!

Oh no!

Oh sh*t. f*cking disgusting.

And today is the day of the fight!

Oh f*ck! It's so late!
Why didn't you wake me up?

Uh...

Why are you staring at me?

- No reason. No reason at all.
- Stop it. You look disgusted.

- Stop!
- Oh no, not disgusted at all. I'm just...

I'm really not disgusted at all. Miss...

Miss, uh...

- Miss?
- I...

Seriously?

- "Miss" was the best you could do?
- Yes...

- Yesterday, you were moaning into my body.
- Yeah...

"Jennifer, your body drives me crazy!"

- Now you're calling me f*cking Miss?
- Yeah. I'm sorry. You're right!

- I can explain. Basically...
- You know what, Pye?

- No, I... I will...
- Quiet. You're worse than the others.

- No! I'm really not No, no, no, wait!
- f*ck you, Pye!

Wait, wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No!

f*ck. You scared me.

Come on! Wait!

You're really not disgusting!

Pierre-Yves, you're late!

Hey!

Don't make me come get you!

JUNE 17 1991

♪ Ee dans tes yeux je lis l'espoir ♪

♪ Mais cela te regarde
Si tu veux y croire ♪

- ♪ Paix ♪
- ♪ Oui, les délires les plus courts ♪

♪ Sont toujours les meilleurs
Regarde autour de toi, tu y crois ♪

♪ C'est que ton compte
N'est même plus crédité ♪

- ♪ A la banque des réalités ♪
- ♪ La guerre ♪

♪ A prouvé aux hommes
Qu'elle pouvait s'imposer ♪

♪ Paix ♪
- ♪ L'odeur concentrée de poudre ♪

♪ N'est-elle pas un signe d'utopie? ♪

♪ Paix, voilà pourquoi j'en ris ♪

♪ Paix ♪

♪ Whoo-ooh-ooh ♪

- ♪ Ah! ♪
- ♪ Paix ♪

♪ Whoo-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ah! ♪

If it's Pye, it may have been
that fight that started everything.

It has to be him.

If Pye is gonna k*ll you in four days,

we might be able
to do something about it now.

I've had enough of this cycle of v*olence.

I'm gonna break it, and I'm going
to save you, Ismaël. You'll see.

Pierre-Yves!

What are you doing?
You're scaring the little one.

I can't start my scooter.

I told you I'd take it to the shop
if you passed your exams. Am I wrong?

- No...
- Well, there you go.

- Hurry up. You'll miss the bus.
- Okay.

ORCHARD WAY
LINE 7

♪ Makin' eye contact ♪

♪ Eye contact ♪

♪ Makin' eye contact... ♪

Hello, sir.

Yo, Pye! Hey!

How you doin', bro?

- Yo...
- You good?

- Yeah, and you guys?
- Not driving your scooter today?

- No. It's dead.
- Oh sh*t.

- That's wack.
- What's the deal with your board?

- Right?
- Oh yeah.

You brought a super old skateboard.

You'll be doing sick tricks after school.

Yeah, it's gonna be lit, man.

What's lit, dude?

- Huh?
- Awesome?

You know, on fire. Lit!
"It's gonna be lit"?

I mean, uh...

- You know, like fly. Amazing. You know?
- Totally rad.

- Yeah, totally.
- Rad?

Nice.

♪ Here we are ♪

♪ Still together ♪

♪ We are one ♪

♪ So much time wasted ♪

♪ Playing games with love ♪

♪ So many tears I've cried ♪

♪ So much pain inside ♪

♪ But, baby, it ain't over
Till it's over ♪

Man, Sandra
is so far up her own ass.

Ugh, seriously! Who does she think
she is with her... with her big, lit boobs?

Lit boobs!

I don't see what her boobs
have to do with anything.

Hey! You know what, Pye?

Lookee what I got for you, man.

All right, you take one of these,
and this afternoon at the fight,

- you'll thrash him.
- Shut up, loser.

- I'm not thrashing anyone.
- You'll destroy Ismaël.

- Smash his face in.
- I'm gonna cancel this stupid fight.

- What?
- Seriously?

- Now?
- Yeah.

That's not possible.
The whole school knows.

- You can't back out now.
- I don't want it to get out of hand.

And, well, it's immature, you know?
There's no point.

- What's he talking about?
- "It'll get out of hand. It's immature."

"I'll get hurt. There's no point."

Whoa! You sound like a bitch!
Wake up, Pye!

Your toxic masculinity
is really f*cking annoying.

I'm just looking out for you.
It's embarrassing. You know?

- Yeah, man. it's embarrassing.
- You see? We agree.

♪ Here we go, yo, here we go... ♪

♪ This or that? ♪

♪ This or that? This or that? ♪

♪ This or that? This or that? ♪

♪ This or that? This or that? ♪

♪ This or that? ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Who's the black sheep? ♪

♪ What's the black sheep? ♪

♪ Know not who I am or when I'm coming
So you sleep ♪

♪ Wasn't in my realm
Or wasn't in your sphere ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Knew not who I was, but listen here ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Dres, D-R-E-S ♪

♪ Yes, I guess I can start ♪

♪ If it's all right with you
I'll rip this here joint apart ♪

♪ Back, middle, to the front,
Don't front ♪

♪ Wanna good time
Wanna give you what you want ♪

- ♪ Come on... ♪
- You try it yet?

We should try to sneak out the back,
right down the stairs, do that.

- Yeah.
- ♪ The styling is creative ♪

- ♪ Black sheep of the Native... ♪
- Jump down the stairs, yeah, yeah.

- Let's do that, yeah.
- Awesome.

♪ I got brothers in the Jungle
Cousins on the quest ♪

♪ Dead departed uncles
In pea porridge may they rest ♪

- ♪ Guess, which way, what, when, how ♪
- ♪ Come on ♪

♪ Mista Lawnge, Dres
Black Sheep slam now ♪

♪ Know you've heard the others
Phonies to the lovers ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Then of course, the choice is yours ♪

♪ You can get with this
Or you can get with that ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ You can get with this ♪

♪ Or you can get with that ♪

♪ You can get with this
Or you can get with that... ♪

Stoof, please.

I know what you wanna tell me.
You're dumping me for Ismaël, right?

- Why are you saying that?
- Oh, stop acting all innocent.

Yesterday I smoked too much weed,
I don't remember anything.

But you're imagining things.
Please, Stoof.

That really isn't
what I wanted to tell you.

I took the entry exams
for the music school in London.

Gonna go, if you get in?

Well, we've got our exams,
but yeah, I'd like to.

With your talent,
I have no doubt you'll get in.

Okay, guys.
I've got the f*cking flyers.

We've gotta get them out, all right?
Come on. Let's get going.

- Good evening. Hello.
- Let's do it.

Ladies and germs, take a flyer.

- Come see us on June 21st.
- Concert at 6:00!

- On June 21st.
- At World Music Day, guys! Yes!

- Here. Take a bunch. No problem. Go ahead.
- Yeah.

- No worries, Ismaël.
- Guys, this'll be awesome. Yeah.

- Take a flyer. Don't be shy.
- Do you have one?

- It'll be amazing.
- Thanks.

JUNE 21, 6:00 P.M.

- The main stage.
- You'll love it. June 21st.

Since when are they good musicians?

- Playing the main stage is awesome.
- Are you serious?

- Whose side are you on?
- Just talking about music.

Yeah, well, their music's sh*t.

- Where's he going?
- Don't know.

- Look at your own d*ck.
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Sorry.

That window that you broke this morning,
it's all good.

Don't you think all of this
has gone too far? We should talk about it.

There is no "we," dude, okay?

Ismaël, we don't like each other,
but I have to tell you something.

You're gonna die soon.

You're crazy, dude!

I don't give a damn
about your threats, okay?

I'll deal with you at the skate park.
See ya.

They're not threats.
I wanna call off this stupid fight.

So you're sh1tting yourself,
aren't you?

We'll see who's the sl*ve
after the b*ating you're gonna get.

But you b*at him up.

That was the black eye in the photo.
You thrashed him.

And four days later, Pye wanted revenge.

I'm sorry, Ismaël. But the only way
I can save you is to bust your ass.

Why did I stop taking
self-defense lessons?

Such an idiot.

Girl, look who it is.

- Did you see the way he looked at you?
- He's so hot.

- He's gonna ask you out.
- Yeah.

- You think?
- Hey, look! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's totally gonna turn.

- He's to die for!
- Hey, what the hell?

So, what, he bats an eyelash,
and everyone sucks his cock?

Jennifer, listen...

Wait. Wait! Wait!

- Are you okay? Jennifer. You all right?
- Get off me.

Dude. Dude, I swear...

- But I really wanna know if you're okay.
- Since when do you care, Pierre-Yves?

Hey, listen. Hey!

I'm sorry about this morning.
I was really spaced out.

I don't wanna hurt you. I swear.

You've gotta be kidding me.

- What the hell are you doing with Fatty?
- For f*ck's sake! Her name's Jennifer!

Damn it!

Is it normal that her... her arms
are the size of your thighs?

- Cut it out.
- What?

- She's chubby, that's all.
- You two are so fatphobic.

- You shouldn't make fun of people.
- Quiet!

I didn't say sh*t.

Fat what? I don't know what that is.

Grab a book, learn something,
and then talk to me, okey-doke?

- Life as a girl in '91.
- What lesson do we have next?

History.

Dude, listen!

Have you seen Rodney Mullen's demo?

- No.
- I perfected my kickflip with it.

- Ah, sweet. Sweet, bro.
- Yeah, I know it's sweet, man.

Jennifer! Wait. Jennifer.

Yeah? What?

Screw those fools.
You look perfectly fine.

You should accept yourself.

You're the one embarrassed with me.

♪ Does he love me? ♪

♪ I wanna know ♪

♪ How can I tell if he loves me so? ♪

- ♪ Is it in his eyes? ♪
- ♪ Oh no, you'll be deceived ♪

- ♪ Is it in his eyes? ♪
- ♪ Oh no, he'll make-believe ♪

- ♪ If you wanna know ♪
- ♪ Shoop, shoop, shoop ♪

- ♪ If he loves you so ♪
- ♪ Shoop, shoop, shoop ♪

- ♪ It's in his kiss ♪
- ♪ That's where it is, oh yeah ♪

- ♪ Or is it in his face? ♪
- ♪ Oh no, it's just his charms ♪

- ♪ Is it his warm embrace ♪
- ♪ Oh no, that's just his arms ♪

- ♪ If you wanna know ♪
- ♪ Shoop, shoop, shoop ♪

- ♪ If he loves you so ♪
- ♪ Shoop, shoop, shoop ♪

- ♪ It's in his kiss ♪
- ♪ That's where it is ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, it's in his kiss ♪
- ♪ That's where it is ♪

That was ridiculous.

I get him, actually.

I think Jennifer's pretty cute.

- What's that?
- Hmm?

Hey, you gotta lay off the weed.

♪ Get up on your feet ♪

♪ Put your hands together ♪

♪ Get up on your feet ♪

♪ Because we jump, we don't stop ♪

♪ Get up on your feet ♪

♪ Put your hands together ♪

♪ Get up on your feet ♪

♪ Well, people, now
It's time to come together ♪

♪ You know your best day's
About to get better ♪

♪ If you got the party
We got the groove ♪

♪ You know what to do
To light up the moves ♪

♪ You can't be down now
Why y'all so serious? ♪

- ♪ You got life before you... ♪
- Hey, where are all the girls?

♪ ...on the needle, drop down the groove... ♪

Seriously, look.
There's not one girl skating.

♪ Get up on your feet... ♪

If there's one thing
that's moved on in 30 years, it's that.

Good going!

Well, except for me, who once again
is incapable of really enjoying life.

♪ Get up on your feet... ♪

f*ck. I've had enough.
I'm gonna have fun too.

And if I have to start having fun
in the body of an assh*le,

I don't care if I break his legs.

♪ ...up now as you're really hearing this ♪

♪ It's a new deal, man... ♪

♪ Back on your feet now
Time to get movin' ♪

♪ Get up on your feet... ♪

Allez! Allez! Allez!

♪ Get up on your feet ♪

♪ Put your hands together ♪

♪ Get up on your feet ♪

♪ Put your hands together... ♪

Go for it.
I warmed the ramps up for you, so...

Whoo!

Oh. Oh!

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

- You good? You sure?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

What? Don't you like my style?

Hold on, hold on. Wait for it...

Yo! Shout out to Romane!

Wake up, man. Can't you see you're
embarrassing yourself?

- Everyone's watching!
- Wake up? Dude, I would love to!

That'd be amazing. But I can't.

I'm like that! I give things a try!

Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going?

Don't you owe me some money,
by any chance?

Uh... I don't know.

Let me explain, because
you're starting to get on my nerves.

The videos from the previous session,
and from today.

I could give them to the wrong people.
Got it?

- Yeah.
- Right. So give me my money, quickly.

- Hurry up.
- I don't have any.

- Pye, I swear, I wanna smash your face in.
- Wait, wait, wait.

You know what? It doesn't matter.
No money, no tape.

Coward.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Fight!

♪ Pull up and look at the fire ♪

♪ I wanna see the desire ♪

♪ Switch off and pull out the wire ♪

♪ I'm higher, it's fire ♪

♪ Pull up and look at the fire ♪

♪ I wanna see the desire... ♪

- Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
- ♪ Switch off and pull out the wire ♪

♪ I'm higher ♪

- ♪ Stepped out smoother than anything... ♪
- Come on!

- ♪ All eyes on me 'cause my juice... ♪
- You'll get beaten so bad! Kick his ass!

♪ I'm overly loose
But I usually get it in... ♪

You're dead!

- You son of a bitch, you're dead!
- Get away from me!

- You bee-yatch!
- He's gonna eat your friend for breakfast!

- Go on!
- Go for it, man!

- Go on! Hit him!
- Hey, watch this.

Go on!
You have to throw the first punch!

Whoo! You're in trouble now!

To save you, I have to crush you.

- Yeah, take him down! You scared?
- Get him, Ismaël! Son of a bitch!

- You better run!
- Take him down, come on!

Okay. All hands on deck.

Come on, heat right there!

- Put that heat on him!
- vag*na closed. Taint clenched!

Yeah! Pull his hair, dude!
Come on, hit him!

Destroy him!

Come on, get up! Get up now!

What, shithead? Got nothing else to say?
You fucker! Fucker!

Sorry, Ismaël.

I'm sorry. Sorry!

f*ck! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop! Stop! This has gone too far!

Come on, guys. Cheer him on. Get up!

I'm doing this for you, Ismaël.

In the balls? Really? You assh*le.

- Yeah!
- That's our f*cking boy!

Yeah!

- Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye!
- You d*ck!

Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye!

Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye!

- Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye!
- We're even now.

Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye! Pye!

Pye! Pye! Pye!

In your face!

Whoo!

♪ Dreams used to be better days ♪

♪ My feet above the ground, flying high ♪

♪ Dreams used to be better days ♪

Explain yourself.

Oh. Yeah, I, uh...

Don't you think it's high time
you stopped messing around?

Do you understand?

Yeah, but it's okay, I didn't do anything...

Is this how you're planning
on earning a living?

Tell me!

Are you crazy? What was that for?

Never talk back to me. Understand?

You can't just hit me!
Domestic v*olence will land you in jail!

Shut up! Get out of here!

Get out of here!

You don't deserve to be my son.

What a d*ck!

Hey!

- Are you afraid of me?
- Yeah.

- sh*t, Pye. That's super f*ckin' red.
- Yeah, I know.

- That needs ice.
- Oh, oh, be careful.

- Where's the kitchen? I'll get ice.
- No, no!

No, it's okay.
I already iced it. It's fine.

Okay.

That looks painful.

It's not.

Battle wounds don't hurt if you win.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

You're so silly.

This morning,
I was planning on stopping all this,

but, um...

what you did in front of everyone
at school,

that was cool.

You deserve it.

I really want you.

Oh no. Wait, no.

Oh! Oh!

Oh no.

Oh f*ck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I... Oh.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, can I maybe... I don't know.

- Maybe I can do something for you?
- What?

I don't know what.
I wouldn't know how, but...

Oh God.

Today, you're really different.

Forget about it.

Don't worry.

This is nice.

For once, I feel alive.

It's good to try.

To fall, to get back up, to succeed.

It's good to have saved you, Ismaël.

JUNE 17 2021

REMAINS OF TEENAGER
DISCOVERED AFTER 30 YEARS

What? Why are you still dead?

That can't be right.

What the f*ck have I messed up this time?

I won't let this go, Ismaël.

I'll save you, I promise.

Can it work?

- Oh, three.
- Four.

You look nice.

- Hello.
- Uh... May I?

- Sure, go ahead.
- Thanks. This will only take a minute.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Uh, for my exams, I... I, uh...

I have to do a case study
about our region's economic dynamics.

Well, that sounds very interesting.

Yeah, it really is, actually.

So I thought
I could ask you some questions,

because I have to, uh...
I have to present a local success story.

- And you thought of me?
- Well, yeah, right away.

Well, you'd be better off
making an appointment with my father.

- He's the figurehead of the company.
- Yes. That's true.

But I thought it would be
more interesting to speak to you,

seeing as you represent
the new generation.

It's true that after 20 years of good,
loyal service to the family business,

I'm eager to take over.

- Sure.
- Well, yes.

- Um... I'm ready. Can I get started?
- Go ahead. I'm all yours.

- Yeah.
- Great. Thank you.

Uh... I thought we could start
by discussing your business model.

Uh-huh?

- It's based on seasonal labor.
- That's right.

And...

How's it going?

Having fun?

Come to my office.

- Is it urgent, Dad?
- Yes, it's urgent.

I've just been looking at your numbers
and they're sh*t.

And your sales reps
are just a bunch of clowns.

So I'm sorry to bother you,
but yes, it's urgent.

When the f*ck
are you gonna let me retire, huh?

I'll be right there, Dad.

- Don't let him speak to you like that.
- Don't get involved, Léa.

- But he's an assh*le.
- This interview wasn't a good idea.

- I have work to do, so...
- I just need another moment.

Do you remember Ismaël Messaoudène?

Is this about your school project?

It's more of a case study.
Can you answer my question?

Do you remember him?
He worked for your dad.

We were schoolmates, Léa.

But we were not friends. Okay?

Yeah. You hated each other. Say it.

What are you talking about?

On the night Ismaël d*ed,
he'd taken hard dr*gs.

- I know you used to deal cannabis.
- No, I did not.

I also know you had g*ns at home.

- And that you were a good sh*t.
- Stop it!

Stop. This is all in your head.

Ismaël is dead. It's sad,
but it's got nothing to do with me.

Now, get out.

Go on. Go.

Pierre-Yves!

Léa, where are you?
Aren't you coming to class?

Yeah, I'm coming. I just got caught up.

So she came
to see you in your office?

Some bullshit story
of a school project.

Well, it's not bullshit.
She does have a school project.

- What have you told her?
- I haven't.

- Really?
- I haven't.

Because somehow, she knows
that I used to be a dealer in high school

and my dad collects g*ns.

- What, now?
- Yeah.

- I'm shocked.
- How'd she find out?

I have no idea.

No, you really don't.

I haven't said anything.
I don't know.

- You didn't say anything about us?
- Of course not. I never would.

I don't even know
where you're at with Stéphane these days.

- God, you're such a bitch.
- Oh, I missed that.

Come on.

That's enough!
There are people around.

Thank you.

Bitch.

It's not what you wanna hear.
But this isn't any of your business.

What do you mean by that?

They're my parents. And my mom's lover
might be Ismaël's m*rder*r.

I know things are strained
between you and your mom,

but you should stop torturing yourself
with all this m*rder stuff,

because it isn't doing you any good.

I know.

I just can't, Romane.

That's all I think about.

I can't go a day
without thinking about it.

Let's cheer you up, huh?

What do you wanna do?

Shall we go
check some ass?

♪ Monochrome ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Monochrome ♪

♪ What? What? ♪

♪ Monotone ♪

♪ Hey, hey... ♪

♪ 'Cause they monochrome, monotone ♪

♪ Ride or die, live alone ♪

♪ So monochrome, monotone ♪

♪ Ride or die, live alone ♪

♪ Hey, monochrome, monotone ♪

♪ Ride or die, live alone ♪

♪ So monochrome, monotone ♪

- ♪ Ride or die ♪
- ♪ Live alone ♪

♪ Tell 'em, sit and listen
I'm never sitting with them ♪

♪ They get mad and watch me glisten
Like what these people give 'em? ♪

♪ They livin' on hope but they can't even
Cope with inner dopeness ♪

♪ Rap tracks and I leave 'em hopeless ♪

♪ Cut 'em up like guillotines
And leave 'em soulless ♪

♪ Got a couple thousand
Ask me if I wrote this ♪

♪ Like 'em lost kitties with no titties
They can blow this all right ♪

♪ Tell 'em where I get this offsight
Spitting on this world... ♪

Do you like her, or something?

No! No, but she's really good, right?

You're right, she's good.

Hey, you know, yesterday,
when I was in Pye's body,

I slept with a girl.

- And it was really great.
- Are you making some kind of declaration?

Well, no.

No, if I'm in a guy's body,

then it's still heterosexual, right?

Uh...

Depends on how you look at it.

Because you're in his body,
but they're your thoughts.

So in some ways,
it's not that straight, I mean...

- Oh God, you're right.
- Sure I am!

- You know what I'm saying?
- You're right. Damn. Maybe, right?

- Oh man!
- Do you want me to show you something?

- Sure.
- Okay.

- What are you doing?
- Okay, let's do it.

- Yeah.
- Hang on.

- Oh boy, oh boy.
- Hey, could I borrow one of your...

- Léa?
- One of your boards?

- Yeah, sure, here you go.
- Thanks.

Okay.

Oh f*ck!

- Yo, Romane!
- What is all this, Léa?

I actually really like it. It's fun.

- Oh yeah? You wanna have fun now, do you?
- Yeah, I do.

- Hey, I'll buy you a beer to celebrate.
- I like sound of that.

- What happened here?
- What?

I mean, what happened to our HQ?

Léa, we've never been here before.

I don't know why you brought me here,
actually.

You're really crazy.

Come on. There's Dora's mom.

- Hello!
- Hello.

- How are you doing?
- I'm good, thanks.

Is Dora not working today?

Oh, I don't know any Doras.

Your daughter, Dora. You run
the snack bar with her and your husband.

I don't have a daughter.

Or a husband, for that matter.

Well, are you sure?

Sorry about this, ma'am.
She's really tired.

Léa, let's go.

Jennifer?

- What's going on with you girls?
- Sorry. Pay no attention to us.

Léa!

What the hell are you doing?

How could I have been so stupid?

That's her. Jennifer.

- Right...
- Jennifer.

The girl I slept with yesterday.

- That means Dora...
- Who the f*ck is Dora?

What's going on, Léa?

I k*lled her.

I f*cking k*lled Dora.