01x01 - Eliott

[bunniefuu]

I still often dream about my mother.

It's our wedding.

I'm getting married to my mother.

Not something you hear every day.

- Go on.

Dr. Henri Sax
Psychiatrist - Child psychiatrist

- And then—

my mother decides to run away.

And not marry me.

My own mother bursts in on me on my wedding day.

She abandons me again.

Eliott?
Hold on.

Put down the weapon.

- I know what you did.
I know what you did!

P@ST FORWARD

To be honest, it's one of our best machines.
- I don't know. It's very expensive.

- Yes, but it's an exceptional model.
Twice voted machine of the year.

In the same year.
- What's the drum capacity?

- The drum is—

In here—no—
Not there either—

The drum is definitely—
- 63 litres.

With a spin speed of 1,600 rpm.

Yeah? Really?
- Yeah, it's a beast.

Stick a steering wheel on it
and you're in St-Tropez in five hours.

- If there are no traffic jams.

To get to St Tropez because—

- Elliot, can you go to the fridge section?
There's a bit of a crowd.

- You can have complete confidence that—yes.

And how about the ice cubes?
- They're very cold.

And talking of ice-cubes, this is a
premium freezer with ventilated cold circulation.

A capacity close to ninety—four litres.

That makes it one of the biggest on the market—
- Is the door magnetised?

- Pardon?

- What's the most important consideration
when buying a fridge?

- Well?
- Well—

a good crisper drawer—

a door that's hard to open
so you don't get too fat—no—

- The most important thing is
to be able to put magnets on the door.

Where else are you supposed to put them?
- Where?

- Well? On the oven?
- On the hotplate?

- Three years ago I bought a fridge without checking.

The door wasn't magnetized. I almost went crazy.
- Crazy.

- Crazy.

- Well, all I can say is that here,
you have a premium fridge.

And that, in these circumstances, magnets
might not be, perhaps, the most important thing?

- Not the most important?
Is that what you said?

Is that what you said? Is that what you said?
Not the most important? Is that what you said?

- They assaulted me over fridge magnets.

They're sick!
- No no, they're not sick.

They're customers.

And the customer is—?

- Always right.

- Exactly.

You know the washing machine babe?
She gave me her number.

I'm going to make her spin at 1600rpm!

Understand?

- Yeah yeah, I understood.

- So why aren't you laughing?
- I am laughing. Inside.

- Really? I can't hear it.

- Tense. Tense your diaphragm.

OK that's enough.

- Fred, remember—
last month we talked about a bonus?

- No. we didn't talk about a bonus.
You talked about a bonus.

- Yeah, true, you're right.
- And why am I right?

- You're the boss.

The client, the boss,
everyone's right.

- No. Everyone except you, for example.

What makes you think you're getting a bonus
when you haven't made a single sale this month?

You're wrong, all right?

- OK, Vader.

- Pardon?

- No, nothing. Just a routine I have with my sister.
We were Star Wars fans.

So, "OK" becomes "OK, Vader".

- Great story.

Go and sell something.

Toaster, kettle, anything. Just sell something.

You'll sign up eventually.

- I would, but I haven't the time right now.
I'm too busy selling TVs.

- You do it very well.

What are they doing?

- a leaving drink for Benoît.
- He's leaving?

- He got fired.

- Oh sh*t.
- We're putting in what we can.

- Oh yeah. I—I didn't know.

- You saving up for my ring?

- No, we agreed to wait, you know? Because—
It's OK, I'm kidding.

Besides, this isn't a good time to splash out.
I heard there's going to be a big clear-out.

They'll make us compete against each other
and keep only the best.

- sh*t!
- Yeah.

- Pack your bags.

-Thanks for the encouragement.

Right, I need to get going.
What are you doing tonight?

- Choir, same as every week.
We're going for a drink afterwards. Can you come?

- Yes. No, I can't tonight, I'm seeing Olivia to—

- Go and eat pasta, OK.
Don't worry, give her a hug from me.

I'll finish the contrasts then I'm off.
- OK, see you tomorrow.

Cheers, everyone, see you tomorrow.

- Yes, and I afterwards, you see,
I got 350 Euros for doing nothing.

- Seriously?
- Someone told me about this site.

They buy back old email addresses.

- How does it work?

- All right, watch: you go to the Vetam site.
It's a kind of messaging service.

What was your
first email address?

-Freddy, 2 Ds, Y—

-Yeah?
-54—

at aol dot fr.
- OK.

"Your address is available
and is of interest to us.

We can offer to buy it for 200 Euros."

- What? That's crazy! Say yes.
- Say yes.

Alex, want to give me yours?

- Calm down. It doesn't always work.
- Ciao, see you tomorrow.

Bye, Benoît.

- There look. It'll give you a small—

New helmet? Your sister's?
-What about your first name? Is that your sister's?

- Hey! We agreed, no cracks about my name.

- Listen, mate, you can't call yourself Camille
and expect nobody to make jokes about it.

-Come on, let's go and open packages.

- No, I have to write a motivational email for work.

- So what?

Abandoned parcels are like a box of chocolates.
You don't know which one to choose.

Hey, a romantic parcel.
Look. Wow! Big boobiez!

- Very nice.

- And what have we here?
- What is it?

- I don't know, let's find out together.

Eliott, this is Camille, receiving?

Over.

Hey, mate, where are you?

- Just thinking. Wondering
what'll become of me if I lose this job.

- Frankly, it'd be an opportunity for you
if you lost that job. You sell fridges, mate.

- I don't just sell fridges.
I sell high-tech boxes full of—

OK, I selli fridges. But I need the job.

- If you get fired, you can focus on what
you really want to do with your life.

- I don't even know what I really want to do.
I want to marry Emilie,

start a family and then with any luck
become a store manager.

- Wait a sec, that's your dream?

Your ultimate ambition is
to sell toasters the rest of your life?

Look at me. You think I'm going to
deliver parcels for a thousand years?

No, sir. I have a goal.

I'm going to be a racing driver.

- Man, you only got your licence on the fifth attempt!

- Exactly, that's why I'm in my fifth year of driving.
If you say that in medicine, it's top class.

- In the fifth year of medicine, they know how
to operate. You barely know how to park.

- Who cares about parking in a race?

Then again, I'm too fast for the city.

I have the mentality of a cheetah.
You should acquire the mentality of a cheetah.

- You're no cheetah, mate.
- Yeah I am.

- You're a goat.

- I'm off.
- A nice goat. A pretty goat.

Still a goat.
- Stuff your goat!

- Right. Give your sister a hug from me.
Tell her I have new toys.

-We said "no sisters".
- What?

- That's the rule.
- No sisters.

Good.

- Safe home.
- See you, bro.

Olivia, your keys are in the door.
Open up.

- Who is it?
- Me of course.

- Who's me?
- Eliott, your brother.

Open the door, I want to pee.

- How do I know you're my brother?
You could be a burglar imitating him.

- What's a burglar got to do with it? There's nothing
worth breaking into this apartment for.

- Prove it.
Do something nobody but Eliott does.

- No no. I swear! Please.

Not tonight. I'm exhausted, I need a pee.

It sucks. Really sucks.

- So it sucks. I'm doing my best.
- That's a really sh*t twerk.

...-That's better. Go on!

Good evening, Mrs.
Rioux.

- Good evening, Mrs. Rioux.

Seriously, you're so weird.
You're weird! Seriously!

I don't even know how you can see through the eyehole.

- I have my ways whatever you think.

- What do you want on your pasta?
- Pasta? No no, we'll order in.

- That's a waste, I made pasta.

- You're short of money, is that it?

- No, I have money.

Everything's "under control",
as the guys on Wall Street say.

- Oh yeah? We got this.

We're two months behind with the rent.

As the guys who don't pay their rent say.
Can you explain?

- I don't understand, I sent the cheque.
They must have lost it.

Anyway, this building's poorly managed.

See? What did I say?

We've been having power cuts for months.

What does the trustee do? Nothing at all.

- Eliott, I gave you my share of the rent.
- Yeah I know, but I had stuff to deal with.

- What stuff? Water? Electricity?
The water wasn't paid either.

- The water? It's not free? Nobody told me!
I'll stop washing.

- What have you done with the money I gave you?
- I—

OK, don't worry, Olivia. I'll take care of it.

- When you say "Don't worry",
that's when I start to worry.

- From now on I'll pay all the rent.

OK?

K?
- K, Vader.

- And on tonight's menu,
Pasta a l'olivio di romarini.

- Which means?

Which means pasta with olive oil.

Whatever, that's all there is.
- Wow.

Maybe I should drop the association.

- What for?
- To find a better paid job.

We can't go on like this.

- You know, maybe you're right.
I'll help you find a job.

One condition.
It has to be a job where you're sitting down.

there's no way you're standing up all day.

You know—

I was thinking about your accident.

- Oh sh*t, no, Eliott, not now.

- No, but—
- No, but nothing. It's been 20 years.

End of story.

OK? And you know what else?
Emilie.

- What about Emilie?
- Don't you want to live with her?

- Yes yes of course I want to. Desperately.
But it's just—not quite yet.

—
- Eliott, get off your arse!

Stop thinking you have a duty to take care of me.
I don't need anyone, OK?

OK?

What's the face for?
I don't need anyone.

OK, right. Covering letter.

I'm motivated—

because—

I need—

this—work."

Crap.

What was that site?

VETAM, sell your email address and get rich

Eliottmegacool—

at—caramail—

dot fr.

Eliottmegacool.
Has to be worth 500 Euros, right?

Damn!

It's okay, I'll pay the bill.

No need for a power cut
and an electric shock.

What was that again?

Fine. It's a fail.

Who are you?

And you? Who are you?

Eliott, of course, you?

So am I—

I'm Eliott.

What do you want?

I would like to sell you—

this email address—

for 400 Euros.

What? How much is that in francs?

But first of all, why?

Why? Because it's my email address.

And I want to sell it to you.

It's my email address!

No, that's my address.

I created it when I was 11.

But I'm 11 and it's my address too.

Of course, the only one getting
scammed on this site is me. Fine.

Now stop stealing my email address

Otherwise I'll sue you.

But I didn't do anything!
No suing please, or else my mum will k*ll me!

What?!

OK, OK. We probably have the same address.

Now you must stop writing to me, all right?

Okay Vader

What is this bullshit?

This is a joke.

"You're kidding me with Kamel.

You guys are busted!

Who is Kamel? "Okay Vader" is something
I use with my sister. Because of Star Wars.

I need to go to sleep. My parents will k*ll me
if they catch me on my computer.

- Wait, wait. Hold on !!!

What is this sh*t!

I'm hungry.

- So get yourself some food.

- I prefer when you do it.

So. I don't understand anything.

You send an email to your old address, was that it?

- I forgot about that.

It's even more crazy because
as a kid you were already a nerd.

- Only thing is that now
an 11-year-old kid answers me.

- Hang on, you're corresponding
at night with a kid?

You know that's really creepy,
and maybe punishable by law?

- Olivia, you're not listening to me.
He replies: "OK, Vader".

- Yeah? So?

- What d'you mean "So?"
Doesn't that seem bizarre to you?

- What I find bizarre
is you talking at night with a kid.

Are you sleeping all right now?

- How are you, Kamel?

- What d'you want?
-You know your site that buys old email addresses?

- Seriously, you're all pissing me off with this.
I mean it. I shouldn't have said anything.

- What I mean is, when you did it
did anything strange happen to you?

- Yes, I got 350 quid.

- Yeah—apart from that, did anything
happen that seemed a bit—weird?

-Do you want to sell yours?

- Yeah, yeah, possibly.

- Yeah, very funny.
Good one, Kamel.

Your receipt's in the bag.
Thanks, have a good day.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Good morning, can I help you?

-I'd like this, please.
- What is it?

- A speech-to-text device.

- It's not cheap.

- Yeah, but I have my 30% discount.

- It's still expensive, even so.
And anyway, I can't sell it to you.

- Why not?

- It's damaged, unsaleable.

- That's true, I didn't notice.

- Take it. I'm not putting it back on the shelf.

- Great, thank you.

And do you provide—
home after-sales service for example?

What I mean is, for example,
coming for brunch on Sunday?

- I might consider it.

- Eliott, look at this.

Bouillon sent me a mail. I didn't even get it.
Who does he think I am? This is abuse.

- All right, guys?

- Good. We're preparing to launch a strike.

We have to fight for our jobs.

- Yesterday, it was me. Tomorrow you guys.

They want to relocate and close all the shops.

- Absolutely, we'll fight. All the way.
We're not going to give up.

- If necessary, we arrive at HQ tomorrow
in the middle of a meeting.

We kidnap the shareholders
and force them to listen to us.

- What? Kidnap? Seriously?
Do you agree with that, Alexandre?

- Yes of course Alexandre agrees.

- OK, OK—just if it comes to kidnapping
I'm not sure I'll be very useful.

On the other hand, if you need
any posters, banners, slogans—

I was too ashamed to tell you
but at school I was very good at art.

- Off you go.

- Yes.

Hello, Eliott. It's—Eliott. Can we talk?
Or at least, write each other?

Oh yeah, totally precise. sh*t.

OK—do you live in Paris?

Me too. What's your name?

Eliott.

- Yeah I got that.
I meant your last name.

- What are you doing?

- Talking to Eliott.
The 11-year-old kid I told you about.

- Are you completely insane?
His parents are going to call the cops.

- What's insane is this. Watch.

Can you tell me your last name again?

Martin

- Yes, Martin.
- Isn't that crazy?

- Course not, there's loads of Martins.
- Are there loads of Eliott Martins?

11 years old, same email I had when I was 11?

OK. What's your father's name?

-Yeah—
- And your mother's?

Now come on. No kidding—
how many Sophia Martins are there?

- Well, I know one living not far from here
who her son never visits.

- I've spoken to Mum.
We're going this weekend.

- If Dad finds out we went to her first
he's going to freak out.

- We'll go and see him afterwards. No problem.

But this—you can see there's a helluva lot
of coincidences, can't you?

- Eliott, it's a scam!
There are frauds all over the internet.

They find out information about you
and use it to sell you stuff. That's all.

- As it happens he hasn't tried to sell me anything.

And, anyway, I never buy anything.
On the internet or anywhere else.

- And what about that thing in your ear?

Seriously, Eliott, couldn't you have paid the rent
instead of buying crap like that?

- That has nothing to do with it.
And I didn't buy it anyway. It was—

- No, you know what? I needed your help.
Simply to pack my suitcase, but forget it.

You're obviously too busy.

- Olivia, do you really have to spend the night there?

- Yes, I really have to
spend the night there. It's my job.

- Olivia! Olivia!
- See? I told you, they're lost without me.

Hi, how are you?
How are you, Robin, you all right?

- Yes.
- Hi.

- You'll change your tune when I'm not around.
You gonna go and get laid with Emily?

- What does that mean? To get laid?

- Well—it means—

Well, it means when you parachute, for example—

you jump a little in the air.
- No.

- No. It certainly doesn't mean that.
- Do enjoy parachuting with Emilie.

- That's it.
- OK. Right.

- Okay, Vader. Hugs.
- Hugs.

Eliott, are you there?

I'm here.

- Man, have I got something to tell you.

What are you doing?
- Camille, I can't—

- Listen mate, it'll blow your mind.
I'm riding my bike

And you know when it's hot
I don't like to wear pants

because I get sweat stains on my arse and—

- Camille. I can't.
-What are you doing?

- Re-writing my motivational letter.
And I can tell you I'm not motivated.

I'll call you soon. OK?

- I can help you, if you want—on my—

Are you still here?

Yes!

I'm just thinking, it's crazy
we're both called Eliott Martin,

we have the same email address,
and our parents have the same names—

I'm wondering what else we might have in common.

Where do you live?

Are you a paedophile?

- No, not at all, don't worry.

But we have so much stuff in common,
I wondered if there was more.

When I was little, I
lived on rue de Bruxelles.

Me too.

At 35?

Me too!

Demolition of buildings.
Do not enter construction site

Damn, I'm going crazy.

Are you at home?

Of course!

In your bedroom?

Your questions are weird.
Yes, in my bedroom.

Okay, Eliott. I need you to do something.

Can you—can you carve today's date with scissors
in the wardrobe in your room?

On the right.

Why?

It's for a magic trick. It's really funny.

Great, let me know when it's done.

OK, it's done.

I am going crazy.

OK, sorry Eliott.

I think I'm losing my mind.
Doesn't matter.

The right side, is that where I wear my watch?

01/09/2001

What's the magic trick?

OK, bye!

No, it's—complicated.

OK.

Actually—

If I know so much about you, it's because—

you're going to think I'm some lunatic,

but I think I'm you—in 20 years.

Eliott from the future.

but I think I'm you—in 20 years.

Eliott from the future.

This bloke's a real psycho.

Paedophile!

-Yeah, obvious.

No—

It's normal for you to think that,
but it has nothing to do with this.

What can I tell him?

OK. Under your bed,
there's an adult magazine, called Boobsy.

How does he know that?

It's not even true.

- Yes it's true.

In the centrefold, there's a girl
who looks like Aunt Brigitte.

So you feel weird when you look at her.

-Tell me, Loulou—

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

-Get ready, we're going to Aunt Brigitte's.

- I don't want to.

- But why? You adore her.

- No. That's not true.

- You're swirling around
in her skirts all the time.

OK, come on, get dressed.
You have ten minutes.

- Okay, Eliott. I'm gonna tell you something
you're not supposed to know about for at least a year.

If I'm right, message me tonight when you get home.

Your father's hidden the PlayStation in ...

- Where are you off to?
- I'm coming.

-We'll get to Aunt Brigitte's eventually.

- Damn.

- Eliot, where are you? Let's go.
- Coming !

- What's happening to me?

- Hi.

You all right? You look strange.

- Let me get my jacket, then we're off.

You're not eating?

Did I tell you that I'm thinking
of having my breasts redone?

I can't decide whether to have these enlarged
or to add a couple on my back. That way I'll have four.

Of course I'd have to sleep on my side, but
that's an acceptable risk. What do you think?

- Yeah, seriously. It's—

- If you don't want to be here, say so.

- No, it isn't that. I'm sorry.

Something weird's
been happening since yesterday.

I don't know if someone's playing a nasty trick
or if I'm going mad.

- Hello? It's me? You can tell me all of it.

- Everything?
- Yes.

- Even that you're the woman I want to marry?

- What?

You're certainly mad
throwing it at me like that. I mean, I—

- I was going crazy waiting.

- Sorry, I need to take this. It's urgent.

This is crazy.

If you're really me,
I have so many questions for you.

- You feeling OK?
- Yeah—well, no—I mean—

I'm alone. My parents are at a restaurant
and my sister is off jogging.

... My sister is going to jog.

His sister. My sister.
She's going jogging.

- What, Olivia?! Jogging? Not funny!
Are you taking the piss?.

- My sister had her accident
at the beginning of September.

- Yes, I know.

- 20 years ago today,
his accident hadn't yet happened..

- Yes and—?

- And I have to prevent it.

f*ck—I'm really sorry, I have to go.

- What? Seriously? You're just gonna leave me here?
- I'm sorry.

- Eliott! Eliott! Are you all right?

- I'm sorry, I didnt see him.
Are you all right, monsieur?

- I'm fine thanks.
- You're feeling all right?

- I'll call an ambulance.
- No no, honestly, everything's fine.

- Are you hurt? Are you all right?
- Sorry, I have to go. I have to save my sister.

- Save your sister? What are you talking about?
- OK. Emily.

I'm totally crazy about you.
Right from the start I knew you're the one.

And we're going to get married, and I'll do
everything to make you happy.

But right now, this minute,
there's something I have to deal with.

It's incredibly important. But afterwards,
nothing will prevent us from being happy, OK?

Afterwards I'll make everything right, you'll see.

I'll go down on my knees. The ring,
the dress, the church, the town hall—

I won't forget anything, I promise. But now
I absolutely have to go. I'll be back, OK?

Yes! Really great.

- Watch it, you've got three..

Look, that one's eating.

- Go on, go on, open your hand—-
Doesn't matter—

- Look, totally sweet! They're so cute!

- Are we going to look at the horses
or shall we eat?

- Eat!
- Are you hungry?

- Look, there's Eliott.
- Hi. Can we talk please?

- What are you doing here?
- It's important.

- Fine, OK.
Can you cover me for 2 minutes?

- Yeah, great.
Go ahead.

- Okay, like I have a choice.

Want to tell me what's going on?
- Olivia.

OK—

Your accident.
Tell me exactly what happened. Please.

- You really are quite crazy.
You came all the way out here to talk about that?

- It's really really important.

- Listen, Eliott, be nice, go home. This isn't
the time or place. I'm working here.

- OK, you're right,
Emilie isn't going to wait for me her whole life.

I have to evolve, grow up.
That's why I told her I want to marry her.

- I was kidding when I said—
But that's fantastic.

I'm so happy for you both.

She did say yes, didn't she?

- Olivia, I can't go on living in the dark any longer.
You understand?

I need to know what happened, so I can be free
of this weight and get on with my life.

Please.

- It was an accident.

We were at home.

Olivia, keep an eye on your brother.
No matter what, we won't be late.

- But I was going for a run.
- You can go later.

- Eliott, you're being punished,
so I've locked your computer. Don't move from here.

- But Dad—!
- Quiet. I don't want to hear it. No PC, no console.

Right, come on. Let's go. I thought we were
going to be late and the Bourdins would be waiting—

and I wouldn't have time to put on ny make-up.
It's fine, you've already got on enough makeup.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means we're not exactly going to the ball.

- That's for sure.
- What's for sure? What does that mean?

- I'd like now and again if you'd—

Be good.

- Olivia, do you know the code for my PC?

- Don't start, you're being punished.
Punished. That's that.

- Please?
- No. I'll just get grief afterwards. Enough.

- Cow. You're really uncool.

- Eliot, come back.

- The code !
- Come back !

Dammit Eliott, come back!

Just wait 'til I get hold of you¬!

Eliott!

Eliott! Come back!
- The code! Give me the code!

The neighbours told us you
didn't speak for several hours.

You didn't remember anything.

As if your brain had activated
some sort of defence mechanism.

You had a total blackout.

Dad told you I had an accident while out running.

It wasn't your fault. We were children.

- You should have told me.
- What good would that have done?

What's done is done.
We can't change anything.

- What time was it?
- What time?

I don't know—
what kind of question's that?

- This is very important. What time?

- I think it was 1 o'clock.

- Thank you.

Right.
I have to go.

- All right, you're welcome.

- Brother!
I've been waiting an hour for you!

- Camille, I don't have time.
- Great news!

Remember I sent a load of articles to F1 Weekly?

Well, they answered, and they loved them.
- Nice, but I don't have time now.

- There were spelling mistakes, but they said
they dig my style. Can you believe it?

- Stop! I don't have time!
- Then they offered me a job! A real job!

I'll have a real job!
- I don't have time! Can't you understand that?

Phone.

Come on !

Computer.

Come on come on!

Eliot, are you there?

Yes

You have to listen to me very carefully. You may not
understand it all, but you have to trust me OK?

OK Vader

OK.
You absolutely have to—

You're kidding.

This is a joke. Dammit, don't tell me—

Don't tell me it's—

This is a f*cking joke! Not now!
f*cking hell not now!

- Eliott, come on, Dad and I are leaving.
- Coming.

- Okay, phone.

Phone phone phone,—no battery, f*ck it!
This can't be true!

Camille please! Wait, your phone!

Madame Rioux, all right?

Do you have a phone battery?
Everything just stopped. Inside.

- What phone is it, a Somsom?

- Somsom?
- Yes.

- I only have a Somsom.

- OK—

Come on, start.

Start.

Damn—

I hope it'll start!

sh*t!

- Eliott, are you coming? We're leaving now.
- Yes it's OK, I'm coming.

O765?

What does that mean?

- Good, Eliott. Go and give your mother a kiss.

- Yes, sorry, Dad.
- Come on, move!

I'll see you downstairs. I need a word with you.

Olivia, keep an eye on your brother.
No matter what, we won't be late.

- But I was going for a run.
- You can go later.

- Eliott, you're being punished,
so I've locked your computer. Don't move from here.

- Punished What for?
- Your mother found your PlayStation in your room.

- Hold on, I can explain—

- No. You searched everywhere.
You disappoint me, Eliott.

- But Dad—!
- Quiet. I don't want to hear it. No PC, no console.

Right, come on. Let's go. I thought we were
going to be late and the Bourdins would be waiting—

and I wouldn't have time to put on ny make-up.
It's fine, you've already got on enough makeup.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means we're not exactly going to the ball.

- That's for sure.
- What's for sure? What does that mean?

- It means we've been going to the same restaurant
with the same people for 10 years.

You could go in a tracksuit.
But I still want to look good for you.

- I still want to look good for you too.

But forgive me if I can't afford to take you on a yacht
in Monaco to drink c*ck with the neighbours.

- I've never asked for that.

- I'd like now and again if you'd—

Be good.

- Dad—

- Olivia, do you know the code for my PC?

- Don't start, you're being punished.
Punished. That's that.

- Know what? No code, no Walkman.

- Eliott, come back. Come back!

- Eliott, you're being punished,
so I've locked your computer. Don't move from here.

0765. The code?

Where am I?

What's this?

What's this?

- Feeling better?

- Fred?

- It's okay, boss.

- You scared me.
You just keeled over.

- Okay—? What time is it?

- Time to celebrate your success.
You coming? Everyone's here.

- Everyone?
- Yes, everyone.

What's all this sh*t?

- Right, you coming?

- But boss, whose place is this?

- Your place.
- No, seriously, boss. Who lives here?

- Stop calling me boss.
It bothers me, boss.

And don't worry, I took good care of your dog.
Just as you asked.

- I have a dog?
- Yes.

All right, my friends, Eliott is a little emotional.

But hey, that's normal.

We're here for the opening of his 10th store.

You're an amazing boss, and—

- We're proud of you.

To Eliott!

To Eliott!

Excuse me, sorry—
- Excuse me—

- Sorry.

We need to talk now.
You never respond to our requests for meetings.

- Kamel, this isn't the time.

- It is the time. We need to talk about
staff reorganisation within the stores.

- Exactly. Three months we've
been trying to get you to talk.

If you'd pick up your phone
occasionally you'd know that.

- You're together?

- Are you joking?
You refused us a day's leave for our engagement.

- No—you can't be together.

- Yvan.
- Come on. Let's go.

- No! We haven't finished.

Eliott Martin, we need to talk!
I haven't finished.

Sorry, I haven't finished!
- Boss, are you all right?

- Give me two minutes.

I forgot my keys.

It took me an hour to park.
I'm in a disabled bay.

I'll have a drink and take a shower.
I feel gross. OK?

- OK, Vader.

- You need to give up on that crap.
We're not 11 anymore.