A NETFLIX SERIES
Well, let's play a game now that the family has been reunited, right?
The pleasures of life are important.
Draw a piece of paper.
Pick one.
-Léonard, you really do have to-- -Do it.
So…
what's the name?
Don't do this.
-Give me. Hand it over. -No, Léonard, please.
Ibrahim.
Is that one of your children?
He's a baby.
A baby.
That's so precious. A baby is worth 150K on the black market.
Hey, José, tell Miguel to send a guy to Paris to go get Ibrahim.
I'm begging, please don't take my kids.
Not my kids, please. Take, take William.
-Actually, no, anybody but him. -No. Mm-mm.
Don't take William, please.
He's my weak spot. I, I love him more than my kids.
Leave him alone. All right, fine, take him.
Now that I've thought about it, he'll understand.
I'm not a fool, Joseph. We're sticking with little Ibrahim.
And don't you even worry about it.
In a perfect world, they'll treat him like royalty, ooh, like a prince.
Look, we didn't mean to run away from you.
We didn't plan it, we were just really high.
-Yeah, okay. -We weren't ourselves, we ate shrooms.
We don't even know how we ended up outside.
And we wanted to come to the monastery, but we got lost.
Luckily, the police found us,
and thank God they were corrupt and brought us back here, to you.
And, yeah, it was a dream come true when they knew the way back here.
It felt like a dream.
-Like from a musical. -Like, in The Ten Commandments.
-Exactly. -Wait, what are you guys talking about?
Well, it's, uh, it's super famous.
It's a musical, you know, with Moses, right?
He breaks the tablets. It had a national tour, lots of singers.
Remember, they, they got that guy from Pow woW?
He was the one that was bald on top, with long hair in the back.
If we saw him, we'd say,
-shit, look at that, he's got a mullet. -That's the truth.
He played the Egyptian guy.
-And he was so good. -They were the bad guys.
-The older brother sang Brothers Still. -It was huge, the hit Brothers Still.
This plexiglass sat between their hands,
-and it represented glass. -Represented the sea.
-Yes, sea-- Yes. -It represented more than plexiglass.
-Dove Attia was the producer. -Shut up!
Okay, enough, assholes. What about the magic mushrooms?
All this blabbering about a musical.
-What shrooms? -These shrooms.
That's exactly what we took.
These are exceptional mushrooms, with hallucinogenic properties.
Wait a minute. Where'd you get those?
Uh, we've been developing it with my Grandma.
And, um, well, as you can see, we were about to put it on the market.
The timing wasn't right, but this stuff is unreal.
It's very potent.
No joke, it was gonna be a new business for the family,
but you captured us and it derailed all of our plans.
But maybe we could produce it together.
That would be great to have him as a partner.
-This could make us a ton of money. -Right. It's a cash machine.
Wait, you're fucking with me, right?
-No way. -No.
If you're lying to me I'll put you in a closet filled with rabbits
and you'll be sucking my dick and begging me for mercy.
-No, this is real, I swear. -Begging me. Understand?
-Yes, of course. -Léonard, try them.
Try them and see for yourself.
They're disgusting though. They taste bitter and they're really slimy.
But that's why we came up with this great idea.
-We're putting them inside falafel balls. -That's right.
Inside chickpea balls. We'll call it Falafel LSD.
-Yep. Mm-hmm. Yep. -FalafeLSD.
-Very catchy. It's a little play on words. -Yeah.
To boost our sales.
No, hold on a second. Look at him, okay?
Léonard isn't ready for a trip like this.
It's like putting him in a space shuttle when he's never been on a plane.
Aah, yeah, yeah, yeah. It really might be too much for you Léonard.
What are you saying, you old motherfucker.
-You impotent old geezer. -They're really strong.
Don't. Whoa. Three is a lot.
Oh boy.
Yeah, that's a long trip there.
Who's she?
-Oh. I'm Catherine. -Oh.
-Hi Joseph. -Uh, she's, she's my, uh…
They thought she was working with us.
-Okay. -Yeah.
-Nice to meet you -My pleasure.
Come puppy, come here sweetie, come.
Youssef, he's talking. Youssef, he's talking.
Yeah, right.
"Dobro je," that means "it's good."
But what does "leksh-mi-bols" mean, Youssef?
I mean, I've never heard leksh-mi-bols.
I'm telling you this Bolshevik is not making it easy.
Leksh-mi-bols.
Fuck! What the fuck.
I can't find it.
-Leksh-mi-bols. -Leksh-mi-bols, mi-bols, leksh…
Holy shit.
-Lick my balls. -Huh?
He's speaking Russian.
He told the puppy to lick his balls.
-What the fuck are you talking about? -Of course.
Makes sense. I would've done the same thing.
-So would you. -No.
That's a good boy.
No, no. No, not the weenie.
Oh, fuck no, you're right.
-Hot, right? Huh? -Oh, he's disgusting.
Hold on, listen. He's, yep, he's going for the shit-box now.
All right, all right, all right, stop.
Sounds like the fucker is enjoying it, too, my God.
-You're so weird, I swear. -Oh, oh, oh.
That's good. Yeah, that's good.
-Clém? -Huh?
What happened to Giroud's hand?
-Uh, uh, oh yeah, I got the munchies. -Oh. Ah.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I mean, it's so good, I loved it.
Not as much as him, though.
The puppy's really going for it. Holy fucking shit.
Oh, there's gotta be some poop left in there.
Yeah, dogs love that.
Little dingleberries in the hair, they love them.
Naughty doggies.
You can't sleep my love? You okay?
Yes, I'm all right.
Just thinking about that guy,
it's been a while since he ate those mushrooms. I hope he's not dead.
Well, I hope he is dead, that son of a bitch.
He can die.
What am I thinking, you're right, my love.
Yeah, I hope he's dead, too.
Son of a bitch.
Then again, he's very young. It would be sad.
You say things like that because you're too kind.
But then again, that's what I love about you.
You know, Catherine…
I think I could give up my life for you.
When we get out of here, we'll jump on my boat,
we'll travel around the world, just you and me alone, all right?
-Yeah, all right. -Yeah.
Fuck!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
The mushrooms you guys gave me were a slap to the face.
Just exceptional! I was slammed in the head with a shovel from outer space.
I mean, let me tell you about it, okay?
I was on a fucking journey,
I was in this enclosed bubble, really.
It turns out it was my mother's uterus,
but I only realized it afterwards.
Boom!
And I popped out of it. Yeah, I flew right out of her vagina.
I was born a second time. I was reborn during, during the trip, so I…
So that's why I wanted to ask you if you could make me a kilo of those falafels?
The stuff you mentioned before.
-Uh-huh. -For the next two weeks
you, you'll make those for me, okay?
Oh, okay. Perfect. We'll start tomorrow morning then, right?
So then, after that, after that, we'll see if you make it work,
maybe you'll get a shitload of orders,
and then after that, I'll leave his kids alone.
All right?
And, uh, and could we eventually, eventually when,
when you have the time, maybe we could hear from Grandma.
Hey, first, you need to write me a list of the equipment you need, then…
-Of course. Great. -…we'll talk about it, at that time.
All right. And I'll figure out everything,
get you what you need. I really have to thank you,
that product gave-- you gave me was a treat, no joke.
And, if you get this done, it will work in your favor.
All right?
And please say hi to whoever for me, you'll tell 'em.
Well, he did eat three.
Well, I don't know who Pénélope is, but, uh, that poor girl.
They're lovers, that's for sure.
To have a tattoo just above his stink star,
she must have eaten it out a lot.
Eating what?
Stink star.
What's that?
Out the bunghole, the mud clam.
-Jo! -What? I'm sorry.
Everyone knows what a stink star is.
He must have spread Nutella on his balls.
Poor Gaëtan.
I hope he'll only get a bad colic.
Youssef! It's ringing.
Mm.
-Hello, Mr. Cavillan? -Cavillan!
He said Cavillan! I said he was our guy. Did I or did I not say that, huh?
-Yeah, alright. Shut up and listen. -He's our guy, I knew it.
What setback?
What?
You wanna postpone for two weeks? That complicates things, Mr. Cavillan.
I don't know if the surgeon will be available and to harvest the organs.
Ah, okay, okay.
In that case, I'll need to find another surgeon as a backup.
-Will do, I'll let you know. -Oh, shit!
Those bastards.
They want to remove their genitalia.
You missed the point completely.
They're talking about organ trafficking, kidneys and lungs.
Hmm. So Olivier's dick will be intact.
Kidneys, they're important too, though.
-Of course they're important. -Hmm.
He said that he's looking to hire a surgeon.
That could work in our favor.
We need to go see him and convince him to hire us.
Olivier's dick, though…Hmm.
I miss it so much. Mm-hmm.
Whenever it's brought up, I can feel my heart close and my pussy open right up.
Seriously, that's enough, okay Clémentine?
I mean, honestly, you're giving me a headache.
We need to stop talking about it. I don't have extra panties.
Stop.
The mushrooms are growing over here, behind the gutter. Check it out.
-All right, yeah. -See?
-There's a fuckload of them. -Hey. Aure?
Nice job back there.
That'll give us some time to get organized and to find a way out of here.
What are you saying?
-What am I saying? -Yeah.
I need to escape.
I have to warn Aïda and the kids they are not safe.
Well, the reason they're in danger,
is because you two tried to break out of here. Dumb asses.
Were you even gonna come back for us?
Are you being serious? Of course we were, Aure.
-I'm just asking. -The reason we left was to get help.
It's a lost cause, man. The police are corrupt.
Léonard has everyone in his pocket.
Right, so we agree then,
enough with trying to escape. Let's focus on production.
Aure, we don't even know how to make these stupid shrooms of yours.
Wait, hold on. It was a lie?
The shrooms aren't from Ludmila?
No, they're not from Ludmila, but I know how to make them.
Grandma showed me how to multiply them once,
Mycelium is pretty basic shit.
So, mycelium is pretty basic shit, huh?
You know, Catherine studied biology. You could help, right?
-Yes, that's true. I know the basics. -That's perfect.
The basics, yeah right. She's very good.
And plus, she's a huge Enrico fan.
-What about it? -What about it? I'm just letting you know.
A huge fan.
That's great. All right, look, Catherine, I really don't know you, uh,
and I got nothing against you,
but I'm not betting my kids' lives on your high school biology.
Or on your knowledge of mycelium that came out of nowhere.
I totally screwed up, okay, at the Bastra, okay?
But I can grow these shrooms. Do you trust me or not?
Fine, okay, okay, okay. Go ahead.
I trust you. Do it, go ahead, do it. Do it.
Thanks, Jo.
I don't trust her one bit.
I guarantee you these mushrooms will be a home run.
I know it's gonna be great. You'll see, we're in for a treat.
I don't think we're ready for what's gonna happen.
And you need to be watching them closely,
you need to really analyze how they make them
to find out how they do it.
You don't get it. There's no shrooms. They lied to you.
They never developed it with Ludmila, they don't have a clue.
Don't smoke in my office.
But, wait, uh, with or without Ludmila,
if they sold it to me, they think they're capable of making them, right?
-Perhaps. -All right. So, what are we risking?
We're risking getting in trouble with the cartel.
I forbid you from doing it.
You forbid me from doing it?
-Yes, I forbid you. -All right. Very well.
Let's go talk with Gérard and let him know
you'd rather have his grandchildren killed than do some botany.
Let's see the look on his face when he finds out who's behind the mask. Come.
After you, Mom.
Okay.
All right, Léonard.
That's enough.
I'll go back.
Wise decision.
That's a good Mommy.
-But if you want to keep 'em in line, -Uh-huh.
you should ask for news about Ludmila from Guzman.
Can you pass me the shampoo, please?
Aure? Can you pass the shampoo?
Are you all right?
Yeah, of course. I'm sorry.
-Here. -Thank you.
It's just those two morons,
they make me fucking doubt myself. I'm stressed out.
Now I'm not even sure I can make the shrooms.
Don't listen to them. Of course you can do it.
And I'll help you, we'll do it together.
Okay? Don't stress.
Thank you.
That's kind of you. You're right, you're right.
Oh, son of a bitch.
-Gérard? -What?
I saw my dad when I was tripping.
-Oh, really? Well, that's fantastic. -Yeah.
And how was he?
Turns out he was an officer in Mesrine's gang.
A real bandito, an ex-con.
-Handsome, too. -Oh, hold on. No, no, no.
That's way too heavy for my darling, here.
-Olivier's got that. -Thank you so much.
I'm sharing this because he was a thug.
So, it makes sense that it's in my blood.
Oh, yeah, yeah. But it was just a hallucination.
Yeah, but I mean, is there anything else you know about him?
Hey.
Have you started yet? All good?
-Yeah, all good here. -Great.
-Ah, Mr. Léonard. -Yeah?
-Hello, sir. -Hello.
I have a small request for you, right?
It's not a big ask. Would it be possible to have a small bedroom setup in here?
For Catherine and me so we could, uh…
You know what I mean, right? What?
Because with the kids always around,
-It-- it's complicated, right? -Well, there's no way. It's not happening.
This place is off-limits at night. I'm locking it up.
This isn't a dorm, and it's not your mom's house either, man.
Well, my mother, she…
Well, what about her?
-No, nothing. -Right.
Look, consider this your final warning.
You have two weeks to deliver the mushrooms.
And, should this all go wrong for some reason, which we don't want,
I'm sorry to say, things will turn out very bad for this guy's children.
Have I made myself clear?
Yes, you have.
-Very clear, yes. However… -Very well.
would it be possible to have contact with our grandma?
Oh yes, I have a surprise for you. Come with me.
Come.
Yeah, fine Pablo, that's enough. I'm not a moron.
I know where to look.
I'm old but I've seen a camera before.
My bubbelehs,
I miss you all.
They take good care of me here, for the most part.
But I've been warned that I shouldn't be a smart ass to these guys,
or they'll punish all of you.
I assume that works both ways, so don't any of you be smart asses either.
As you can see, my crops are growing nicely.
What is it now, you don't see I'm speaking to my family? Huh?
Shut your mouth, asshole.
I'm learning Spanish really fast.
Son of a bitch.
They paired me with a moron who's dumb as a rock.
-She couldn't care less. It's crazy. -I bet she gives him hell.
-So… -Yeah, looking good.
Well, my dear Aure,
I think about you.
Trust yourself
and make the right decisions for the family.
Fill it up to 2.5.
They seem tough, but the truth is
they need you more than you need them.
Gérard, even though I don't always see eye to eye with those camel eyes of yours,
I didn't think I'd ever say this, but I miss you.
There.
That's not French.
No one ever complains around here like you do, oy, it bums me out.
Olivier,
I know you're upset about Clémentine,
but don't worry. I'm sure things will work out just fine.
And as for you, Joseph,
my little prince,
you tried to sacrifice yourself to save our lives.
That was very generous, bubbeleh.
But like I said, it was stupid.
At my age, I was the one who had to go.
So I hope you're not angry with me anymore.
You still have so much to share with your children.
You have a future to build,
even though it may not be the one you expected.
But it's also a good thing to let destiny surprise you.
And even at times when everything goes wrong,
don't worry,
remind yourself that life has surprises in store for us
that we could never have imagined.
And if we stick together,
if we listen to each other,
and when all that energy converges in the same direction,
we can accomplish extraordinary things.
We did it!
When a family works together,
well, my darlings…
we're indestructible.
All right, I'm finished, I'm done.
The moron is waving at me now.
I have to get back to the crops.
My loves, my children, my bubbelehs,
be careful, be strong, and be brave.
You're with me and I love you.
Okay, I'll give the falafels a go.
Let's dip them in and see if it works.
-Damn, they're browning perfectly. -Yeah.
But, Jo, we can't leave them in for too long 'cause they'll burn and be gross.
You got this? I really don't give a shit.
-Oh, shit! -Fuck!
-Oh, shit, shit. -What the hell?
-What kind of a shitty lamp is this? -Are you okay? Let me see.
Nothing fucking works around here. How are we supposed to work?
What do you mean, nothing works?
It's not a shitty lamp. It's a lamp, it's fragile.
But if you keep knocking it around, eventually, boom.
She's stressed the fuck out.
Got a bad feeling about these shrooms.
-Hey, bro? -What?
I spotted a computer in the room next to us.
-Okay. There? -Just behind this wall, yeah, a computer.
We gotta find a way, I haven't figured out how yet, but we have to get to it.
That way I can warn Aïda and she can hide the kids.
Bro, you need to calm down.
The shrooms look like they're working, we'll be fine.
They look like they're working?
For all we know, they're baby bella mushrooms.
They're, they're great in salads,
but if they don't get you high, we'll sell your children.
What's that?
That thing's dangerous.
Just stay back and I'll turn down the gas a bit. Okay.
Hold on, bro.
That could be a bomb, right?
Of course it'll be bomb, bro. I worked at the top falafel place in Paris.
You-- I'm not talking about falafel, hmar!
I'm talking about a real bomb.
Hey, look.
We take this, the gas tank,
we put it against that wall. Bam! It'll blow up.
We get the computer.
What about Léonard seeing a big hole and freaking out?
It was an accident. Fryer accidents happen all the time in restaurants.
All right, I agree there.
So we're doing this?
Yeah.
But we can't tell the others.
Zip, not a word.
-Give me the falafel. -Let's do the rest.
-Let's finish. -I'll just take these out.
-The first batch looks beautiful. -Clear-- Oh wow!
-They're fried to perfection. Perfect. -We're up to some great things here, mmm?
This is the new recipe here, the difference is a tiny pinch of cumin.
-Hmm, a pinch of cumin. -Yeah.
That's Uncle Andre's little secret.
Thanks so much, Joseph,
it's very important for me to learn the traditions.
The pleasure was mine, Catherine. No secrets between us, right?
No. Thank you.
See you later.
Why is she always here sniffing around?
She makes notes in her little book. What a pain in my ass.
Well, she can sniff my ass whenever she wants.
She can stick her head into it. She's more than welcome.
You're out of your mind, she's hot, bro.
It's gross, bro, it really is.
-Sorry, but seriously… -C'mon.
You have to admit, Gérard scored big time with her.
She looks like the best dancer at a strip club.
Check her out.
She makes me feel like a child again.
I swear it, the first Saturday of the month,
in one hand a Kleenex, the porn channel…
That's very cute but, more like the public access channel.
On a Sunday night, a library show about nothing
but ugly chicks, and a, and a Kleenex would be for wiping my ass
-because the show is crap. -What? You don't think she's hot?
Dude, you're pissing me off. What about the bomb?
Come on, show me the fucking bomb.
Easy, easy, take it easy.
I'm on it, it's fine.
-You hook it up like that? -Yeah, don't worry about it.
It's in my blood.
I told you my father was a real thug.
Bro, you know biology isn't everything, okay?
Education matters the most.
Come on, put that away. Let's go.
You're really strong to admit that.
Hmm? Hmm?
With everything happening with the triplets, I think it's very brave of you.
Hmm, meaning?
Well, you know, if we don't make it out of here…
Not that that will happen.
But if we don't, William will raise your kids.
That's a hard thing to accept.
-That's not what I said. -Kinda is, bro.
It's not what I meant. I was saying that, in the end,
education is kind of important, yeah sure,
it's pretty cute, but it's not the main thing.
What matters most is the biological father.
That's what passes down to the child.
DNA, it, it, it gives off vibes, you know,
the personality, the good looks,
that's the really important thing.
What's education but a little polish on top of the car?
But the biological father is the car, not the polish.
All right, then I'm a real bandito.
Fuck yes, bro, you're a real bandito.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, brother.
Thanks, bro.
Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Finanouk,
I am Muriel Prévot,
former surgeon, and I specialize in all kinds of organ transplants.
Bladder, liver, eyes…
And this is my assistant,
Mohammed Ben Affleck.
What? No, I'm not…
Ben Aflahak. "Lahak," like the righteousness.
But, as we were saying,
we're in the middle of a career change.
We're looking for a more stress-free life.
That's why we, uh…
That's why we're here, we want to open up a hookah bar.
A bar with hoo-kitty cats, meow.
A bar with cats and hookahs.
-No, that's-- -Yes.
Hookah bars are hot, cat bars too, so why not put the two together?
Huh?
Whiskas-flavored hookahs. Meow Mix, Royal Canine, Fancy Feast!
The dry toilet would be a gigantic litter box, very eco-friendly.
The customers could scrape the litter themselves to cover their excrements.
You'd have little surprise lumps you could find,
"What's this? Whoopsy daisy, it's a turd!"
I have a question, I see here that you have
a gap period of four years.
There's nothing written on your resume.
Ah, right, nice job.
He's really good.
Mohammed,
you can tell him.
Go on, then.
There's nothing to be afraid of. You've paid your debt to society.
Be brave, say it.
-I was locked up for a-- robbery. -Robbery.
And since Mr. Ben Afhack--
-Hak. Hak. -Hock. Ah.
It's hard. Anyways, since Mr. Mohammed is a principled man,
'cause he refused to snitch on his accomplices,
since "snitches get the stitches,"
he served his time. Hmm.
Exactly, now to get back to our project,
that's why, all things considered, we'd like to be approved for 150,000.
150…
And we are willing to do anything
to obtain that cash.
Anything.
-If you know what I mean? Uh-huh. -Okay, Dr. Prévot, I think he understands.
-To, to, to, to, to, to, to, to. -That's enough.
God damn, these falafels look good, wow.
Can't even tell there's mushroom inside.
How's it going over there?
Maybe I could finish in a couple hours.
Finish the hole, put the bomb in it. Yeah.
Okay.
Here comes Aure! Aure, oh, oh!
-What's going on? -And here's oil for Olive!
-Oil for Olive, oh. -Oh, thanks.
Olive oil! Fuckin' A!
I never made that connection. Crazy.
-It's olive oil. -Very funny, huh. Are you guys ready?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe just a couple more hours and we'll be there.
-Two hours? -At least, yeah.
What's the deal, that plate is full of cooked falafels.
We want them warm. Let's go.
Uh, yeah, right, but we still need to cook
the rest, let them set. It takes longer than you think.
And, oh yeah, we're making some gourmet food here, so…
But we're not going for fine dining. What are you saying?
-Léonard is waiting. I'll get him. -No, no, no, no, no, wait, wait.
-Aure! -Why wait?
Hold on, we don't even know if the shrooms work yet.
All right,
so you still don't trust me.
It's not about trust.
I think we need to try them first before you go get them.
He's right.
All right, that's smart. Try them then.
-We're trying them. -Yeah, we're gonna try them,
so, go, go and do what you need to do,
-we got it. -No, no, I'll stay here.
You know the effects, it'll be fun.
-I'm staying. -Well let's-- Come on, go on, go on.
-So we're trying them? -We're ready. We have nothing to hide.
-It's for you, Jo. Here, try this. -All right.
-Taste it. -L'Chaim.
-L'Chaim.
Come on, it's go time. Yep, do it.
Mmm.
Oof, geez.
-Tastes really good. -Mmm.
-Oh, delicious. -Why are you nibbling like squirrels?
-What? -You're afraid to get high?
No, we're not, it's just heavy on the stomach,
diet wise, and I already ate, you know, so I don't wanna get the farts later.
Who gives a shit if you fart?
Léonard's gonna swallow it whole, so just eat it. What's with you?
Okay, fine, come on, bro, let's do it. Down the hatch.
-It's go time, c'mon. One, two, three, -Do it already.
-Four, five… -Four, five…
-Whenever you want. -Are you kidding me?
-We go on seven? Six. -Yeah, sure, all right. No.
-Seven, c'mon. -Go!
-Eight, seven, eight, nine. -Sounds good.
-Oh, fuck! Fucking hell. -Bro, quit with the bullshit.
-Do it now. -It's done.
-About time. -Yeah, it's all good, we did it.
-How's it taste? It's not too… -Excellent.
It tastes excellent.
See you later, goodbye. We'll holler at you when we're done.
No, no, no, I'm staying right here. I'll wait until you swallow it.
Do you think we're faking it, huh?
Looks like you've still got a lot in there.
Open your pie hole.
-Aah. See, I ate it all. -Aah.
Perfect. I'll be back after 30 minutes.
-Yeah, sure. -When it kicks in.
Fucking hell. Fuck! Go drop the falafels in there. Help me dig the hole.
-We only have 30 minutes. -Why, bro?
Why?
If the shrooms work, we don't need a bomb.
What if they don't, man?
Okay. Get over here.
Take this knife, help me.
We need to hurry the hell up.
Hot plate coming out.
Hello, La Boule Rouge.
What?
Yes, the Hazans?
One second, okay, please hold.
Wait, please.
-Mr. Gaston, I think it's for you. -All right, give it here.
Hello?
Yes, who's this?
What? I don't understand.
What became a bottle of shampoo?
With a letter?
Oh, um, all right, fine. So, um, uh…
Please, take a picture.
and send it to me over the mail.
Email.
It's at Enrico...
At, the at sign.
Enrico then dot...
Enrico dot F R.
It's Enrico, as in Enrico Macias, hmar.
Um.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
Everything okay?
Yeah, something about a little bottle of shampoo, they said.
with una letter.
I have no idea. I didn't get it.
That'll do it. It's all good.
Uh, all we need to do is to,
uh, put the, the hole in the, in the tank and, uh, uh,
we're ready, uh. How's the timer looking?
It's ready now,
-set for ten seconds. -Yeah.
But, Jo, we need to be super careful,
don't touch it when you move the tank, okay?
-Okay. -Okay. The timer?
The timer.
Timer.
-Timer, the timer. -You're on a loop, what's wrong?
-The shrooms are working. -What?
Ah, ya, ya, ya, ya, ahh. The shrooms are working, man.
-Oh, fuck, I'm relieved. -Yeah.
My mind is running wild.
-Wow. -That's great news.
-We don't need the bomb. -Yeah, that's right.
Forget about the bomb.
-Forget about the bomb. -Yep.
Oh, a bombshell.
Aïda,
you're so beautiful.
I'm happy you're here right now.
Ah, fuck. I need to tell you something really important, okay?
-What? -First of all, I won't lie.
I was upset when you voted me out, of the council, with Denis.
That's okay. I love you.
All right, it's been 30 minutes, right?
-Huh? Yeah. -Oh yeah, at least.
Okay, good, let's go.
I know what I was gonna say.
Haha.
It's about you and the kids. You're in danger. You need to hide.
Jo, it's no use telling me this,
-because I'm not really here. -You're not?
You're hallucinating.
So?
Holy shit, it's working. They're tripping balls.
-So if you really want to save us-- -Yeah?
Then tell me for real, yeah?
Okay. I've got it.
-Oh… -I mean, just look at them, Dad, look.
But how would I warn you?
-Well, you see the bomb? -Yeah.
You would need to blow it up.
-Blow it up? -If you want to send me an email.
Okay. Wait here, gotta tell Ollie.
-Ollie? -Yeah?
Aïda asked me to set off the bomb.
Bomb!
-Bomb. -Bitty-bitty-bomb-bomb.
Okay.
-They're kissing, oh, God. -Why are they kissing?
Oh, they're completely gone.
Just look at his face.
-Okay, it's good, I started the timer. -It'll blow in ten seconds.
What's gonna blow?
-The bomb! -The bomb!
Oh no! Oh no!
Fuck, Ollie.
Ah, we made the hole.
-It worked. -Yes!
Oh, yeah.
-Uh, Jo… -What?
It's the wrong wall. We forgot to move the bomb.
Oh, fuck.
-Oh no, this is a fucking disaster. -Oh, no.
What the hell happened? Have you both lost your minds?
Oh, fuck!
You guys burned all the mushrooms!
Fuck, look at that.
It's the cat. Look, it's Léonard's cat.
Come here, little kitty. Meow.
Come here.
Don't you recognize your dad?
Why don't you give me a smooch on my wiener?
All the buds.
That stuff you gave me was a sledgehammer from heaven.
Jo, Jo step back.
-Jo… step back. -Huh?
What, you're scared of the cat?
Oh, no, no, no, that's not a cat, Jo. That's-- that's not a cat.