[hospital monitors beeping]
-[Joseph] Grandma, are you okay? -Grandma, are you okay?
-I'm okay. -[sighs] Thank God.
-[all sighing relieved] -I'm gonna get the doctor.
Grandma, you had a stroke.
A stroke? I just tripped.
-Sure. -Grandma, do you recognize that man?
That's Gérard.
-Yeah. -Yeah, that's Gérard.
What about him? You know who that is?
That asshole, Olivier.
-[all laughing] -All right!
-Thank God she's all right. Great. -[Ludmila] Where's your mother?
Béné, are you there?
Grandma, she's...
Mom's no longer with us. You know that.
Are you joking with us?
[laughing]
[laughing loudly]
Of course I'm joking.
[all laughing]
She's gonna laugh when I tell her.
Where is she? Go find your mother, please, Joseph.
[quietly] This is a disaster.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
♪ Family ♪
♪ Business ♪
[Gérard] This is serious.
-She's completely out of it. -[cell phone ringing]
Hello, Jean Jaurès?
Fuck, Jaurès's phone.
Pastra what?
[breathing heavily]
-[whispering] What should I do? -Hang up.
No! Absolutely not. If you hang up, she'll go apeshit.
I don't have an answer.
[breathing heavily, clears throat]
[as Ludmila] Sorry, I was being an idiot. Excuse me. The signal's bad.
I see that you're all at the hospital. What are you doing?
Well, it's because...
Gérard had a slight prolapse.
We were pretty scared, but everything's fine now.
I'm not surprised. [in English] Old bag of balls.
You have to go back home now. Vadim will be there soon.
Vadim? What's with that stupid name?
Vadim, the botanist, Lulu.
For the Pastraweed.
I'm counting on you to welcome him.
Of course, you can count on us. We'll welcome him like a prince.
Okay, that's what we'll do. Goodbye.
You nailed it.
Wait. That guy, Vadim, will be at the house in four hours
to see Ludmila.
Okay, we're screwed. We have to find a solution.
Oh, fuck.
Remind me to buy macarons for Isidor's birthday.
All right. She's completely out of it.
What's the solution?
Look... I know the Pastraweed recipe. I'm always with Grandma. I know it.
But Jaurès was very clear about it. Ludmila must give him the recipe.
Shit.
She believed you with your voice.
Yeah, she did. She kept talking. She didn't hang up.
I think I have an idea.
We're gonna make a little face mold.
That's gonna take about 30 minutes. There.
Relax.
[hip-hop music playing]
Close your eyes.
[Gérard gasps]
Damn. That's impressive.
It's crazy.
I'm blown away.
[Aure] No, Dad. I don't know. I don't look like her at all.
This is a joke. What is this?
He'll notice this is makeup. He's not stupid.
No, I assure you it's uncanny.
It's good. Also, the guy's never seen Grandma.
-It'll do. -Who's that old bitch?
[Gérard] Are you sure it was a good idea to take her out of the hospital?
-No choice with the electronic bracelets. -Ah...
Grandma, if there's a secret to making Pastraweed, you have to tell us now.
What is he talking about?
See? Can't you see she's not okay? Leave her alone. Shit. There's no secret.
I told you I know the recipe.
-I know the ingredients. Lay off. -Okay.
-[Aure sighs] -[car horn honking]
It's the botanist.
Okay, Grandma, you have to hide quick. This man can't see you.
-Aure, I have gloves for you. -[Gérard] Come on.
Damn, he's armed.
Hello. Joseph.
-Nice to meet you. -Where's Ludmila?
Uh... She's coming.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Vadim. Vadim what, actually?
Vadim.
-[mumbling] Very well. -[Joseph] Hmm.
In any case, we're excited to work with you.
No, we're not.
We're here to work. Where's Ludmila?
[inhales deeply] She's coming.
We set up a room for you--
This is my room.
And it doesn't move until the harvest is done.
-Oh... -The harvest? How long are you staying?
-Three months. -Three months?
[Vadim] Yes.
Great. Three months is good.
-Here's Grandma! -[Joseph] Ah! There she is.
-The star! -Grandma.
[menacing music playing]
[imitating Ludmila] What's wrong? Is there a problem?
Hello, Ludmila.
Hello, Vadim.
Okay.
Let's not stand around scratching our asses all day.
I'll show you the barn.
Thanks.
This way.
Slowly.
-[quietly] It's gonna work. -What?
It's gonna work.
-Oh, yeah. -Damn.
The ingredients are key, obviously.
So lemons, carrots, perfect.
Some potatoes, because we'll need those.
Celery is here.
[sniffs] And coriander, of course.
-[Vadim sniffs] -Very fresh coriander.
-[sniffs] You smell that? -Yeah.
Because the broth is what matters most.
You water with broth, ma'am?
With broth, big boy.
With broth.
You can be less formal with me.
Stop! Don't touch a thing!
I'll handle everything, panietna?
Yes.
How old are you again?
[stammering]
Well...
that's not something you ask a woman, big boy.
This is war, Ludmila.
My job...
is to verify that there is a recipe for Pastraweed.
Of course.
And that I can reproduce it without the Hazans. So...
don't touch the ingredients
or I'll kill you.
[sighs] Fuck. I was so scared.
-Honestly, I thought you did great. -Mm-hmm.
It's gonna work.
It's gonna work?
He nearly caught me with the stock pot.
Believe in yourself. It'll be fine.
-[sighs] -Okay, I'm gonna go get Grandma.
She's been up there for an hour.
-Fuck, he doesn't know. -No, he doesn't.
We have three months of this.
-Three months? -Yeah.
I can't keep this up for three months. Are you crazy?
We have no choice. What can we do?
-The time it takes to harvest Pastraweed. -Whose fault is that?
This is crazy.
It'll never work.
[tuts] Thanks, Dad. Great. Really encouraging.
-Where's Grandma? -[Olivier] What?
-She's not in her room? -No, she isn't.
-[Ludmila] Hey! -[banging]
Damn it!
[Aure] It can't be.
-[Ludmila] Hey! -She's talking to the guy.
-[Olivier] Jo! -What?
-You're in your socks. That's suspicious. -Give me my shoes.
What's going on?
Grandma!
Hey, hey, hey!
What's going on? Stop bothering this man.
-He fucked up my lawn. -No big deal.
The lawn will grow back.
Sorry, she's a little tired from working today. Really.
-[Vadim] Sure. -Yeah.
-She should go back to bed then. -Of course.
Thanks. Careful. Oh, careful. Wow.
Okay, good night.
-Did he hurt you? -[whispering] Grandma. Don't worry.
-Go to bed, Grandma. -I'm not tired.
[whispering] Grandma, I told you not to leave your room. That's not good.
Now stay here, Ludmila, okay?
[Ludmila] I'm waiting for someone. I'm not moving...
-[locking door] -[Ludmila grumbles indistinctly]
[footsteps descending staircase]
-Olive, are you serious? -What?
You locked her in? Really?
Yeah, it's too risky.
Wait. You want to put her in a cage too?
-She's not a guinea pig. -[Olivier] Don't get upset.
We'll pamper her. She's better off here than in hospital.
-With the other psycho in the yard. -[Aure] What?
Imagine if he sees you both together.
Yeah, it's still not cool.
Did we ask you? Huh?
[Aure sighs] You're bringing me down.
I know, but Olivier's right. We don't have a choice.
-[Aure sighs] -We don't have a choice. We...
-[Aure scoffs] -[door closes]
[Gérard] Damn.
[gloomy music playing]
[door unlocking]
[cheerily] Hi, Grandma.
It's lunchtime.
There you go.
[Ludmila] Thanks.
Pour me a cup of sausage, please.
With two balls.
Grandma...
[inhales deeply]
[exhales] ...a cup of tea.
And those aren't balls.
-It's sugar. -[Ludmila] Okay.
Don't stay too long.
-I have a date with de Gaulle. -Come on.
And I can tell you he lives up to his name.
[Joseph] Grandma!
[laughing] What's your deal with the '40s?
-Who's next? Churchill? -No, I don't like Churchill.
-Ah. -[Ludmila] Clemanceau.
-[Joseph laughing] -He's a lion.
What time is de Gaulle coming?
Soon, so scram.
Okay, I'll leave you alone.
Later, Grandma.
[Ludmila] Yeah, later.
[Gérard] Wow.
You're right. That's sharp.
Of course it is.
It's a wonderful suit. I fitted it myself.
I left a surprise in the left inside pocket.
-Really? -Yeah.
-[Gérard] Oh... -[Olivier] Yeah.
-I had to. If your woman gets turned on-- -[Joseph] Hey.
Youssef sent me a video of the baby, who's so cute.
Look.
She's spitting up her food.
He sent it to me too.
-He did? -Yeah.
It's really cute. It sucks I can't see them.
Yeah, it sucks for me too.
Yeah, but that's your choice.
-What? -Your choice.
They're my only grandkids, okay?
I didn't ask for this.
No. And in case you didn't notice, we were talking, so--
How long are you gonna shit on me?
You think you haven't done some shit? Remember the warehouse?
-That has nothing to do with it. -Ah...
Maybe I left the crow?
Was I the one who set the car on fire?
Did I make the deal with Jaurès?
So what are you talking about? Go to bed!
It's never your fault.
-Know what? You both stay there. -Go.
-I don't give a shit. -Go. Jackass.
Okay. Let him be mad alone.
No big deal. He's wrong.
-Just tell me one thing. -Hmm?
How will you do it with your woman with your electronic bracelet?
[gasps]
Shit.
Yeah.
I didn't think about that.
[motor scooter whizzes by]
You'll see. This is where he hangs out.
[indistinct chatter inside]
[Gérard] Good evening.
Enrico, I love you.
Thank you. And I love you, Catherine.
[Catherine and Enrico laughing]
Oh my...
Okay, Gaston. That's enough.
What do you mean?
-Come on. -[all laughing]
Tell me, young lady.
You're not of the same generation as Gérard?
No.
Maybe you can help me.
My phone has been vibrating all day.
And it keeps sending me little birds, little birds non-stop.
I'm gonna send it back.
-Hold on. Let me see it. -Little birds?
It's Twitter. You're getting notifications.
It means you're creating buzz, Enrico.
What's this buzz? I never asked for that.
No, it's good. You're number one in the charts.
-What? -[Catherine] Yeah.
-No way. -Number one in the charts.
That's extraordinary, Gaston.
I always said that was the best album of my career.
That's true. He did say that.
We're making an intergenerational hit.
-Intergenerational. My beloved hit. -True, true...
In fact, I'm gonna book five concerts at the Olympia next year.
No, wait.
Wait. Don't get carried away, Gaston.
Take it easy. Go slow.
Allow me. I'll handle this.
I'm gonna get you a manager.
What manager?
A young manager...
Actually, his name is, um...
Ali.
And he's...
awesome, a treat.
Listen, Gérard. We're gonna celebrate the good news.
-Let's. -The bill's on you tonight?
Sure.
Sure, yes? Or not so sure...
Sure. Yes.
Okay.
-Noura, please. -Yes, sir?
I'd like the whole sole,
spaghetti, merguez,
rib eye, red mullet,
whole sea bream, whole bass,
lamb, veal,
couscous, paella,
loubia couscous,
sea bream, and boukha for everyone.
-Boukha for everyone. It's... -[clients] Thanks!
Thanks.
It's...
expensive, very expensive.
[knocking]
-[whispering] Who's that? -I don't know.
[loudly] Who is it?
It's Élodie.
-Fuck. -Go on...
Hide.
Élodie?
Yeah. Can I come in?
Élodie!
-Good evening. -[Joseph] How's it going?
-Okay. -Long time, no see.
Yeah. You got a new van?
Uh... What? Yeah.
It's my dad's. He's a big fan of '80s vans.
[inhales deeply]
"When a man loves a van." [chuckles]
Percy Sledge.
[clicks tongue] Yeah, I'd like to see Ludmila, please.
Why?
I think she's sleeping. Is there a problem?
She called the police and said she was locked in her room.
[laughing]
That's great.
[gasps] What a joker. That's crazy.
She did that?
-Yes. -She's 90 and still cracking jokes.
She never stops.
Pranks! The other day, she picked up the phone.
She was like, "Hello? Hi, Louis!
How are you?
Well?
How are you?
-Huh?" -Can I see her, please?
[laughing] And then she just hung up.
[laughing]
They're just little pranks.
She's 90, after all.
Can I see her now?
Of course.
I'll go get her, sir.
Well... Sorry, I'll go get her, ma'am. [chuckles] Stay here.
[whispering] She wants to see Ludmila.
-You have to go in there. -No.
-You're insane! -We have to!
-No! -Stop it!
-Hold on. -I won't do it.
[Joseph shouting] Oh, shit!
Olive! You and your damn curling iron!
You just blew the fuse.
Sorry, Élodie. The fuse just blew.
We're in total darkness.
-It's okay. -[Joseph] Grandma!
Grandma, where are you?
[toilet flushes]
-Oh, Grandma. -[Aure yells]
-What were you doing? -I was in the bathroom.
Oh! You don't say! It really smells like shit.
You didn't just eat white rice, did you?
[whispering] What?
[loudly] Uh... Come on.
She's here. Um...
-Grandma, someone came to see you. -Who is it?
-It's Élodie. Remember her? -Sweetie, is there a problem?
I should be asking you.
Is this about the phone call?
Uh... I know.
Gérard and I got hammered yesterday.
-We were pathetic. -[Joseph laughs]
-I was as drunk as a skunk. -What? [laughing]
-Grandma. You're kidding. -Okay.
So you're feeling better after your stroke?
[clicks tongue] Yes.
Huh? That's funny. You know about the stroke?
Yeah, Aure told me.
Hum... You two still speak often... with Aure?
[Élodie] Uh... Yeah, we're together.
So yeah, we talk. That's...
Oh, okay.
-I thought-- -You idiot.
We knew that.
Of course we knew that.
I knew that. Everyone knows.
-It's not like I'm just hearing-- -Okay, Joseph.
Shut up.
Well, good night.
-Take care of yourself, Ludmila. -Yeah.
And... take it easy on the pranks.
[both laughing]
You hear that, Grandma? No more pranks.
[door closes]
[Aure sighs]
[sighs]
Well done.
You too.
Don't worry. I won't tell the others.
Thanks.
Be careful she doesn't see the electronic bracelet.
Yeah.
-[Joseph] Hmm? -Mm-hmm.
You got it.
[Joseph chuckles]
[footsteps thudding]
[Gérard inhales, sighs]
[Catherine laughing]
What's this?
A rodeo?
You don't like it?
I like... wearing boots while making love.
-That's why I wasn't great last time. -[Catherine] Hmm.
It has nothing to do with your electronic bracelet?
My...
Or with the weed you secretly smoke?
Okay.
I thought I was being discreet, but...
I'm not judging you. I don't care.
You'll quit when you feel better.
And you're not gonna ask about the bracelet? Nothing?
I like you.
That's all I need to know.
Ah...
[Gérard chuckles]
No, keep them on.
I think I like them.
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
-Ooh-ooh-ooh... -[Catherine laughing]
[Gérard] Ooh-ooh-ooh. Mwah!
[inhales deeply] No, she's coming.
It's just that she's not used to working so much.
That's why she's so tired.
-I don't give a shit. -Of course you don't.
That's normal. Uh...
[in Russian] Davai.
Of course. I'll go see what she's doing.
Okay. Be right back.
Fuck!
-What were you doing? -What a mess. I set an alarm.
[switching to Ludmila] I didn't plug my phone in before bed.
-[Aure mumbling] -She's here. There.
Ah!
Vadim, you okay? Did you sleep well?
[Joseph] Oh! [laughs]
-My darling grandma! Oh, how I love you. -[Aure groaning]
-What are you doing? -Putting your cheek back. It came off.
-[exaggerated kissing] -[Aure chuckling]
My Bubeleh.
[Aure groaning]
Enough. You can hug later.
Mwah!
Ha-ha! Look at me one last time. Perfect. There.
[groans] What a rascal.
This is the last time. Uyasna?
Yes. Sorry, Vadim. I didn't wake up. It won't happen again.
-Davai. -Yes, yes.
-Have a good day, Grandma. -[Aure] See you later, Bubeleh.
[Aure coughs] Okay.
[Aure] We're gonna do this. Let's get right to work.
[indistinct chatter and laughter playing over laptop]
Wanna come under the covers?
I'm kind of hot.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
[indistinct chatter playing over laptop]
[Élodie sighs]
Okay, Aure, you're acting weird.
I never get to see you. We haven't fucked in three weeks. What's wrong?
No, I know. I'm sorry. I'm just exhausted.
Honestly, I am.
My dad's been killing us with work.
Listen. Stop it. What is it? Is there someone else?
Stop being so dramatic. There's no one else.
Then tell me what's going on.
Well, uh...
Okay. Um...
It's true that I'm having doubts.
I wonder if we should take a break for two or three months.
Take a little break and breathe.
Are you serious?
Mm.
Taking a break is what you came up with? Come on.
Aure, tell me if there's someone. Who is it?
Stop saying that. Damn it.
Know what? I'll make it easy.
It's over. I didn't handcuff you. If you're not happy, leave.
Okay.
[quietly] Great.
Don't worry. If there is someone, I'll find out.
[Aure, quietly] Fuck.
[sobbing]
[inhales, exhales sharply]
-[elevator whirring] -[Aure crying]
[birds chirping]
[Olivier] I can't believe he fooled us like that.
What Jo did really hurt me. I can't pretend like nothing--
[squawking loudly]
I always said he only had bad ideas.
[Olivier] I know.
Anyway, honey, you're scaring away the animals.
Those noises are too loud.
Let's get out of here.
Far way from the Hazans. Just you and me.
We'll finish giving this recipe to Jaurès
and go...
and eat tacos in Miami.
Yeah, well, first--
-[loud gunshots] -Oh!
Fuck! What are you doing?
Was that a boar? What did you see?
Nothing. I just felt like shooting. This is getting boring.
Yeah, you're right.
[loud gunshots]
Okay.
-Should we go? -Yeah.
Oh... Are you toking, Grandma?
-[Aure's voice] No, it's me, idiot. -[Joseph sighs]
-[Ludmila] Who's that? -[Joseph] Oh!
[sighs] Grandma, it's me, Jo. Your grandson. You don't remember?
[clicks tongue]
Oh...
[inhales deeply]
Everyone forgets me in this family.
[Joseph sighs]
I haven't seen my kids in two months.
I want to die.
Here.
-[Joseph sighs] -[Aure] Vadim's been breaking my balls.
[sighs]
I'm starting to lose it.
I'm scared they won't recognize me.
Are you crazy? Of course they will.
-But they'll be pissed off. -[Joseph] That's cool though.
[inhales deeply]
It'll be a change from being here, where everyone is so loving towards me.
-It's true. -[Aure] Hmm.
-Last night, I jacked off Jean Moulin. -[Joseph] Wow.
Grandma, what are you talking about?
He mounted me like a donkey and came in my hair.
-Grandma. Grandma... -[Joseph] Grandma, stop.
I'm gonna take her upstairs.
-She's started opening... -[Aure] Not good.
[Aure and Joseph laughing]
[Joseph laughing] There's no way.
[upbeat dance music playing]
Before we go to sleep, I have a little gift.
-Is it your dick? -No.
-Oh! What is it? -Ah! Boom boom!
End of the month, three concerts at Olympia.
-Mm-hmm. -And next week, a daytime talk show.
A TV interview?
[Clémentine] What is it? [gasps]
We're going?
[in English] Welcome to Miami Beach.
-[Clémentine yells] -[Olivier laughing]
[sniffs deeply, sighs]
Why not late night?
I didn't have the contacts.
[grunts]
-Gaëtan to Élodie, are you at the station? -No, I'm coming.
Hey! When can I come out?
[shushing] Calm down, Ludmila. Be quiet.
It's not time yet.
When will it be time?
Not quite yet.
[male announcer] Enrico's comeback has begun,
selling out in stores within days.
[female announcer] The press heard about this phenomenon
and that's how the buzz started.
-[gasps] -[Catherine laughing]
[Gérard laughing]
[Gaëtan] Are you still spying on your ex? Leave her alone--
Enough. Shut up.
[woman] You have to realize it's the best-selling album of the year.
He just went Diamond!
-That's never happened to Enrico Macias. -That's crazy, eh?
-Huh? -It's crazy.
[upbeat dance music continues]
And very slowly...
you bring it up to 3,000 degrees Kelvin.
Three-thousand degrees Kelvin.
[Aure] There. Look. It lights up everywhere.
[knocking gently]
What are you doing here?
I need to see the kids.
-So difficult. I already said no. -I know, but I'm not doing well, Aïda.
Really. I'm really depressed. I need to see them.
Five minutes. Then I'll leave you alone.
Please. Really.
[inhales deeply, sighs] Come in.
Thanks.
[imitating electronic dance music]
I can't hear you!
Ready to go crazy?
[imitating electronic dance music]
Darling.
You tired of DJing?
All right.
Did you drop acid? You can tell Dad.
I missed you so much, my loves.
My sweethearts, Dad is almost done with his mess.
Soon he'll be able to come back and see you every week.
Maybe even every day if he can get Mommy back.
That's another story.
Here we go again with another DJ set.
[imitating electronic dance music]
[Aure as Ludmila] There. At the root.
-Cut it. Great -[Vadim grunts]
[Aure groans]
There. That's good.
Spasibo, Ludmila.
There. Hang it upside down.
It's gonna be weird not seeing you, Vadim.
It'll be a shock.
What the fuck is that shit?
[Élodie gasps]
Fuck!
What have they done to Ludmila?
Okay. He went to bed.
Okay, well...
I think it's time to see how good my Pastraweed is.
[Gérard] Damn it. Who unplugged the tester?
-It has no battery. -[Joseph] Not me.
Sorry, it was me, Bernard. My iPhone is charging.
[Aure] No big deal. It doesn't matter. We'll test it the old way.
-Come on. -Yeah.
[funky music playing]
[Joseph inhales deeply]
Mmm...
[Joseph] Mm... Mmm...
-[Joseph] Here. -No, son.
[Joseph] Stupid me. Sorry. I won't offer.
What about me?
Grandma, I don't think that's advisable with your condition.
You bastards.
[Aure laughing]
Little bastards.
[Joseph laughing]
[gasps] It really hits you in five seconds. It's crazy.
[Joseph] Oh...
Your Pastraweed is crazy good, Aure. I swear.
You nailed it. You know you saved us.
-Honestly, bravo. -[Joseph] Well done, Aure.
[Joseph] Bravo, Aure.
Bravo.
-[Olivier] Unexpected. -Bravo, Aure.
You're a gem. Bravo.
-Thanks, bro. -[Joseph] Bravo, Aure.
Bravo, Aure. [exhales]
Bravo, Aure.
Son, you're on repeat.
Hmm.
-No, I'm gonna give a speech. -What?
Whoa, whoa.
Whoa! I should've stayed seated.
No, I just wanted to say a few words.
Well, now that we're... thanks to you, Aure...
"hors" or out of danger...
[Aure laughing]
And we can give this to that crazy lady...
I wanted to take this opportunity to apologize...
to all of you...
for betraying you.
There. And...
[inhales deeply]
And because, actually,
I wanted to protect you guys.
Plain and simple.
I thought what I was doing was good, but, actually, as usual,
it wasn't. It was shitty.
[crying] So I'm asking you to forgive me.
[Aure] No, don't cry like that, Jo.
I'm not crying. It's the Pastraweed.
Yes, you are.
Come on, son.
You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe we're not cut out for this..
-[Joseph sobbing loudly] -Yes.
-[Aure] So sad. -Bro, I'm sorry.
[Joseph] I don't want us to fight. I'm sorry about your car.
-It was an accident. -[Olivier] I don't care about the car.
[farts] Wow! Sorry, I farted.
I'm gassy. Get out of here. It's bad.
-I'm sorry. It's the emotions. -[Gérard] Fuck!
-You're gassy too? -I let one rip. Sorry.
[Olivier] You're letting out pressure.
[indistinct chatter]
Fuck!
-I'm not well. -Me neither.
-Hold on! -Aure, two seconds.
[Aure] Don't do that! No!
It's coming out!
I'm gonna shit myself!
Clem, open up, please!
[all shouting]
-Me first! -I was before you!
Fuck!
-[all shouting] -[farting]
[Aure screams]
[Joseph shits loudly]
No, Jo. Not the ficus. Damn it!
[Joseph] Sorry, Dad.
What's wrong with them?
It must be something they ate.
What? We all had the same thing.
They all...
-They all... -[Joseph] I'm gonna shit myself!
-Something's wrong with the weed. -[shouting]
-Give me the bowl! -Shit in this.
[Joseph] The ficus is scratching my ass! Damn it!
What a disaster. I took a shit on the dishes.
The THC's at 19. Normal.
Neurotoxins are at 90?
-Ninety instead of 33? -[Gérard] Yeah.
That's not Pastraweed.
No, Ali. No, that is not Pastraweed.
[Joseph] I filled up the ficus pot.
It's... It's Laxaweed.
[Ali] Oh, fuck.
When does Jaurès get here?
Tomorrow.
[suspenseful music playing]
[quietly] Ludmila?
Ludmila?
[sighs]
[typical French music playing]
[gasps]
Holy fucking shit.
[hip-hop beat drops]
Subtitle translation by Jonathan Hemming