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HER WAY

Welcome!

Just wait right here.

Through here.

- You can put your things there.
- Thanks.

- Are you from Strasbourg?
- Yes, I am.

OK.

- What's your name?
- Eric.

Nice to meet you, Eric.
I'm Marie.

OK.

Can you pay now?
Like that, it's done.

Of course.

For 35, I'll take my top off.

For 60, I'll do a position.

- No, that doesn't interest me.
- Alright.

Can I insult you?

Sure, but it'll cost you more.

You have any DVDs?

Yes.

Why don't we try something else?

Such as?

I can teach you things.
Lots of things.

Things that will get you off
with your wife or your girlfriend.

I don't know.

Well...

listen...

Let's start off simple.

How about that, Eric?

- Don't worry, it's the same price.
- OK.

- You can take your pants off.
- Of course.

"Eric, premature ejaculator.
Relatively uneasy.

Blow job, 45 euros."

Where the hell is he?

Hi, this is Adrien.
Leave me a message.

Adrien!

I'm downstairs waiting.
Where are you? Call me back!

Are you crazy?
Stop honking like that!

Shut the fuck up.

I'm so sick and tired of this shit.

Adrien!

Come on, move it!

I called you tons of times.
You never answer.

So did I.
You didn't answer either!

I couldn't.

Same thing. Neither could I.

You were expelled and you don't work.
It's not the same.

Definitely not.

Can't I have a life?

No, you can't.

- Don't yell.
- I'm not. But you can't be late.

Chill out, it's fine.

Do you live at home?

No, a student residence.

You work, Ma'am?

- She's a home hairdresser.
- Good.

Now, tell me why you were expelled
from cooking school.

I put weed in the mousse
and Mr. Cochet ate some.

Excuse me?

I put weed in the mousse.

That's really serious.

The school was crap.
They taught us to reheat dishes.

I can't send you to a new school
if you're going to start again.

Your expulsion is on your school record.

I'm not sure
you'll be accepted for the fall.

Now, in the middle of the year,
it's impossible.

What do you mean?

Cooking is fully booked.

Is there room anywhere else?

You like sports?

Yeah, I work out a bit.

What about security training?

Less written courses
and mainly physical education.

You need a degree for that?

Interested, Adrien?

I don't know.

You want to walk around parking lots
with a dog?

No.

That's what a security guard does.
Not sports.

Don't lie to him.

An expulsion, average grades...
Don't be too picky, Ma'am.

What about trucking?

No, that won't work.

He gets carsick. Throws up everywhere.
Anything else?

She's right. I can't do that.

You'd want your son
to be a truck driver?

You pick a career you like,
within your reach.

Home hairdresser works for you.
Someone else might not agree.

And this isn't about you.

It's hard to believe
that in all of Strasbourg,

not one school has an opening
in its cooking program!

- There must be...
- Security guard. It's a second chance.

Are you just here to discourage people?

Honestly, security training?

Are you kidding?
Look at him.

Don't be nasty.
I offered solutions.

Some solution!

Your solution sucks.

Let's go. Seriously...

Adrien, you don't have to...

Come on. This woman is dangerous.

That's enough.
Go home to your mother.

Don't you lecture us.
Unbelievable!

Goodbye, Ma'am.

What the hell will you do next year?

You'll lose your aid.
I can't pay your rent.

- Stop worrying.
- I'm worried!

What will you do?

Join the army.

That's new.
Did Nathan put that in your head?

I thought he'd been kicked out.

He was just suspended.

You wanted to be a chef.

Now, the army?
What's the connection?

You heard her.
There's no room in cooking.

So? We'll find something else.

The army trains you.
I'll learn to drive tanks.

Drive tanks?
You've lost your mind.

Why not? You earn 1372 euros a month.
And you get room and board.

You want to fight wars?

I won't be fighting any wars.

Soldiers tend to fight wars.

I could be sent to Djibouti.
There's no war there.

If they send troops, something's up.
It's dangerous.

Yeah, but inside a tank, I'm protected.

OK, you've totally lost your mind.

- You think life is a video game?
- Yeah, so what?

Either way,
you're 17 and you'll do as I say.

- Really?
- You're not joining the army.

I can enlist at 17.
I don't need you.

- You're not joining the army.
- I am.

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- You bet I am.

- No.
- We'll see about that.

Hi, there.

Holy shit.

You're still as good as ever!

Glad you enjoyed it.

- Here.
- Thanks.

I even worked over the holidays.

I built an extension at home,
fixed up the garage and yard.

The kids are grown and I can relax now,
but she nags me all day long.

What can I do?

Relationships aren't really my thing.

Yeah, of course not.

But I respect them.
Half my clients are married men.

Really?

Is that for me?

What is this?

That's all you can say?

I like it. It's funny.

Thank you.

For your son, have you tried Perrandier?

It's a school for kids
who want to become chefs.

My nephew went and loved it.

Really? Is it in Strasbourg?

Yes, it's famous.

On a sort of campus.
You haven't seen it?

It's one of the best.

They'll never take Adrien.

He's super talented,
but a lousy student.

So was my nephew.
But they took him.

- They did?
- Yeah!

It's not a normal school.
Their selection process is different.

It's private.
It doesn't work the same way.

How does it work?

You have to pay.

Makes sense.

- Ferrandier?
- Perrandier.

Perrandier. Great.

I'll check it out.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Well... See you next Wednesday?

Yeah, I'll call you. Bye.

- Hi, kids.
- Hello, Ma'am.

- Having fun?
- Yeah, thanks.

You found your training?

Yeah, we're helping out here.

So I see.

Look at me.

I was your age, once.
You can't fool me.

Would you like a drink, Ma'am?

A Matcha tea, please.

We don't have that.
Coke or Red Bull.

No thanks, I'm fine.

How are things in the army?

Good.

Serve your country
and get high on weekends, right?

Do you know the school?

No, not at all.

That's what I thought.

One moment.

Here...

For you.

It contains everything you'll need
to apply.

Will you need his school records?

Not at all.

We base our review on your file
and a personal interview.

What kind of interview?

To assess
a candidate's level of motivation.

Tell me about the 9,000 euros.

Does everyone pay that?
Are there scholarships?

Sorry, there are no scholarships.

However, if Adrien is accepted,

he can get a student loan.

Many of our students borrow money.

It's quite helpful.

Is the 100-euro admissions fee
included in the 9,000?

No, that's extra.

I see.

Your fees must be gold-plated!

They cover the cost
of the interview process.

Very well.

Do you have any other questions?

Adrien?

I'll walk you out.

Come.

Adrien, one last thing, if I may.

About the application...

Take your time,

but a cover letter is required.
It's important.

- OK.
- Proof it well, take time to write it.

We'll do just that.

Great!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

It's for rich kids here, not for us.

It's for everyone, you hear me?

Is it a good school?

- Is it?
- Yes!

First, pass your interview.
Then, we'll see.

They'll never take me.
I don't belong here.

You don't know that.

They met with you, right?

They'll agree to meet anyone!

- If you had no chance, she'd say so.
- She doesn't care.

Let's go.

Why are you being so negative?

You always think we'll succeed!

Try before you decide it's impossible.

- You want to be a chef?
- Yes!

Fine, then you have to try.

Proud to be a whore

Camille?

- Can you write a cover letter?
- Of course I can.

"Sir, I like to blow you
in exchange for cash.

My best to the wife."

Don't be stupid.

I'm serious.
It's for that school.

Ask the lawyer.

Of course, thanks.

"Dear Madam, dear Sir,
I'm writing to express

my keen interest in your school..."

Next, say stuff about the school.

Then, tell his life story.

"I've always loved
sour cream and chives,

and I dream of sauerkraut at night."

Add a personal touch.
Something he's done.

They do mention experience.

That's the problem.
He has none.

What's he good at?

He makes excellent crepes.

That's great. Then, you add,

"Your school offers me an opportunity

to learn my craft with the best,

and receive an education
of the highest quality."

- Et cetera...
- OK.

I doubt I can make it sound
as good as you will.

Leave the papers with me.

I'll write his letter.

You can pay me in crepes.

You're such a sweetheart!
Thank you!

I have another favor to ask.

Now what?

I don't want to talk to him.

Don't be stupid!

He's a lawyer.
He studied for years.

A tranny is going to help me?
Get real!

So what? He has a degree.
He's interviewed people.

He wrote the letter.
You should thank him!

You and your half-assed plans!

I'm going, Marie.
The crepes can wait.

People insult me all day long.
With all due respect, enough is enough.

He's mad at me, not you.

Please stay.

I look hideous.

No, you look great.

It'll help him focus.
Dressed as a woman, you may upset him.

Really?
Then I'll just leave.

Come on, he's ready now.

Adrien,

this is your interviewer.

Hello.

It's your turn to say "hello".
The interview has begun.

Hello.

Put the phone away.

So...

What are your motivations?

Why do you want to attend this school?

I don't. She wants me to.

That's not how you answer.

Please.

You were expelled once.
Will it be different this time?

I'm screwed. I told you so!

- Did you hear him?
- So what?

Relax. He wants to help.
He's offering his time.

Go on, play the game.

You need to prepare for that one.

If a client misbehaves

and comes back all smiles,
I want to know what's changed.

My last school was shit.
There.

There are ways to say it.

The program didn't meet my expectations.

OK?

Why this school?

Because I like it.

- What, cooking?
- Yeah.

You have to give me a little more.

I know,
but I don't know what else to say.

Why do you like to cook?

I have no idea!

Think about it first.
Don't just spit out an answer.

Damn it, Adrien, make an effort!

Invent something.

You make up all sorts of lies
for me all day long.

Suddenly,
you can't come up with a story?

Move your ass!

Marie,

stop yelling at him.
That'll get us nowhere.

I don't know.
I like cooking because I like cooking.

Great answer!

Marie!

Leave if you want.
But if you choose to stay,

help me out.
You're making it worse.

When did you realize you wanted to cook?

I told you I don't know!
Why are you a tranny?

I always loved dressing as a girl.

Ever since I was little.
I started at my gran's,

where I grew up.

I studied law,

but it cost a lot of money.
I turned tricks to pay for it.

That's my story.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

I don't.

I found this cookbook...

I have no idea why,

but I had this urge to look inside.

I loved...

I loved looking at the pictures

and reading the recipes.

I wanted to try one out.

Apple pie.

I did it.

I was really happy.

But I threw it out.
I wasn't allowed to use the oven.

See?
That's what you tell them.

They asked him for a recipe,

and he picked salmon in filo parcels.

It was amazing.

I'm sure they'll accept him.

Honestly, he's super motivated

and he's a great cook.

I think he's going to become
a great chef someday.

I honestly do!

Slow down.
There's two of them.

Ten people...

And everyone liked him.

Hi, there's a protest
at the Parliament on Saturday.

- A what?
- A protest.

You need to come.

We're trying to repeal
the client penalization law.

So we can stop hiding.

Take these flyers.
Try to round up some girls.

See you Saturday, girls.

This Saturday. Don't forget.

It's on the flyer.
They know how to read.

You still have to explain.

Or they don't care.

The school is expensive.
But honestly,

it's worth it.
It's an opportunity.

He'll meet lots of new people.

The instructors seem fantastic.

There are some really cute girls,

and they seem...

Damn, this place is as sleazy as ever.

Here we are.

Coming?

I told you I'm not.
I don't do black chicks.

Don't start.

I don't see why they'd join our protest.

Because they're hookers, just like us.

No, they're slaves,
controlled by their pimps.

And they'll do anything
to steal our johns!

They're just victims.

Yeah, right.

Then I'm a victim of victims.
They lower the rates.

Stop thinking about yourself
all the time!

I don't!
I stood and protested

so they can keep working
in their disgusting vans.

But they never fight for us.
They never come out.

Enough is enough.

Look, there's a john.

He looks like Martin!

What?

My Martin.

The pharmacist.

Hang on.

Shit, it's him!

It's him.

He used to come every Wednesday
when his wife visited her mother.

He's one horny devil.

Holy shit!

I didn't understand
why he was coming less often.

Now you do.
He's spicing things up.

I can't believe
he gave me a gift the other day.

What a bastard.

You prick!

Don't be so sentimental.

I can't figure out their stupid website.

Let it go.
They'll never accept me.

I'm sick of hearing you
be so down on yourself!

It's the truth.
The others are better.

They're no better.

The difference is,
they can afford to pay!

I'll try to call.

I bet they won't answer.

Stop eating this crap.

I've already told you.
It's way too sugary.

Yes!

We've been trying
to get the results online,

but it's not working.

It keeps asking me for my password.

OK.

A problem with the website. I see.

Yes, Adrien Kriegel.

K-R-I-E-G-E-L.

I'll hold, thank you.

Adrien, throw away the cheese rinds.
They're disgusting!

I'll do it later.

Yes?

OK.

Thank you so much, Ma'am.

- Shit!
- What?

You got in!

Seriously?

- No!
- I knew it!

- I got into Perrandier?
- You're going to Perrandier!

For five years,
the law has lowered our rates.

The client takes the risk,
so he sets the price.

We're forced to hide
and work in deserted areas

where we're vulnerable.

We're doing our jobs.
We're not hurting anyone.

We want the Parliament to know.

Where, when, and how much I charge

It's my choice!

It's my body!

- What do you want?
- A repeal of the law.

Prostitution is tolerated,
as long as prostitutes are invisible.

You sleep with us, you vote against us!

Not guilty, not a victim
Proud to be a whore

We're here, we always will be.
We exist!

Don't liberate us,
we'll do it ourselves!

Proud to be a whore
Not guilty, not a victim

- Hello!
- Hi, there!

You're so tall!

Come on!

Over here, boy!
Jump, jump!

Good dog!

- Rascal!
- Come inside!

Here, Rascal, here!

You remember how it works?

Show us!

- You've done it a few times.
- Yes, you have.

There you go!

Great!

Adrien is difficult these days.

I had to drag him here.

He's just young.

That school will do him good.

I really think so.

He'll become a great chef!

I'd like that.

The school is so expensive.

I don't have enough yet.

What will you do?

I don't know. That's the problem.

Could you maybe lend me some money?

You can't ask that of us, Marie.

Besides,
we already gave money to our grandson.

You remember Antoine? Do you?

He'd visit on weekends
when Adrien lived here.

No, we really can't.

I understand.

And how are you doing?

Fine.

Wouldn't you like to find
a different line of work?

Actually, no.

This suits me fine.

- Couldn't you...
- Sugar?

You don't like what I'm saying, do you?

You could have chosen another career.

We do what we can, you know.

She hands me cash and says,
"Sorry, I can't pay for your school."

Like I was a bum!

I didn't ask for a gift.
I asked for a loan!

- Same thing!
- No, it's not.

The school's not for us.
I won't beg!

Of course it's for us.

You got in, didn't you?

I don't give a damn
about their lectures on morality.

I'll find the money!

- It's not for us.
- I'll pay for it.

I don't need help.

Least of all from them.

Enough!

Wait... Don't forget the jam.

- Bye.
- I'll call you soon.

Mrs. Kriegel?

- Yes?
- This way, please.

- Mr. Solanas isn't here?
- He has retired.

I see.

Don't worry, I have all his files.

- What's your name?
- Mr. Wino.

Nice to meet you.

It's a very exclusive school.

Hard to get into.
But he was accepted.

- Wonderful, congratulations.
- Thank you.

I'm not that surprised.
He truly has a gift for cooking.

Perrandier, have you heard of it?

Sounds familiar.

It's the best.

But, it's a private school,
so it's expensive.

Tuition is 9,000 euros.

The first payment of 5,000
is due in two months.

That's why I've come to see you.

I see that your income
is quite irregular.

I usually earn between

1,200 and 1,500 a month.

It used to be closer to 2,000,
but lately...

And your expenses?

My rent is 350.

And 400 for student housing,
but I receive an allowance of 200.

It's for my son, not me.

I still have to take
your expenses into account.

- A permanent employer?
- No.

- A short-term employer?
- No.

Regular temp work?

I'm self-employed.
I'm a prostitute.

I see.

How does that work?

Sorry, excuse me...

What I mean is,

there are no pay slips, right?

No.

But I do have my tax return.

I brought it for you.

The thing is, your expenses are too high
for your income.

I'm sorry.

What if I earn more?

Bring me your next tax return.

The school session starts in January.

The payment is due December 19.

Sorry, the maximum debt-to-income ratio
is 33 %.

Your income and expenses
don't correspond.

And, you'd be taking out a consumer loan

that isn't linked
to a mortgageable property.

What about a student loan?

You'd need a guarantor.

Is there someone in your family
who could co-sign?

Just me.

I understand, Ma'am...

But, given your situation,
we'd need a guarantor.

Of course.

Try to find a person
who could be Adrien's guarantor.

- Even outside the family circle.
- Thank you.

- I'll walk you out.
- No thanks, I'm fine.

Adrien?

Have you seen Adrien Kriegel?

No, ma'am. Sorry.

Adrien?

Where were you?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Where were you?

In Kehl.

For three whole days?

Yeah.

Where did you sleep?

At a hotel.

Right.

What is this?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Huh?

What's your plan?

Stop yelling. I have a headache.
Enough!

I'll yell if I want to, OK?

You're driving me nuts
with your bullshit.

What are you doing?
What's your plan?

Going to sleep, for starters.

You're a pain in the ass.

Good night.

Adrien!

- I'm serious.
- Leave me alone.

I said, leave me alone!
What the fuck?

I can't just stand there.

If I do nothing, he'll keep it up.

Who knows how far he'll go?

I don't have a hold on him.

How long has he been getting high?

No idea.

I have to get him
out of this shitty environment.

He has to go to that school.

How do you plan on making
9,000 euros in 2 months?

The first payment is only 5,000...

I've put aside 1,000.

If I go to Bruno in Offenburg,
I'll earn 4,000.

You can't go to Bruno.

Bruno? No way.

I'm not thrilled,
but I'll do it if I have to.

You've got a really nice place here.

You've worked your way up the ladder.

What do you want?

I need you to hire me.

We don't get Italians.

Germans, obviously.

And guys from the East
who came here to work

and left their wives back home.

How old are you now?

35. I look younger, don't I?

Look...

You're a beautiful woman,
and you have experience.

But I don't need girls like you.

Bruno, come on...

Not everyone wants to fuck
a young blonde with big tits.

True, but in your category,
I have Joy and Greta.

Joy, Greta? German girls?

Do you have a Frenchwoman?

No.

Hang on.

The temple of love

doesn't have a single example
of French charm?

I worked three years in Pigalle.

Check this out.

39, with the best legs
in Alsace-Lorraine!

Slow down.

I don't give a shit about your age,
which keeps changing.

Did I ever tell you I won
the Miss Lorraine beauty contest?

I won't lie to you.

I really need the work.

You won't regret it.

I'll try you out for one week.
We'll see how it goes.

Thank you!

If I hear a single thing about you,

you're out.

- OK.
- And...

In here, I don't know you.

- You report to Tatiana.
- Understood.

Tati!

Come here.

Marie, Tatiana. Tatiana, Marie.

She's joining us.
Can you show her around?

Have you ever worked in a club?

- Of course.
- Where?

Here, in Germany.

Which city?

Hamburg.

These are photos of our girls.

You have to take one, too.

Do you pole dance?

Sort of... A bit.

You've worked in a club
but you don't pole dance?

Sure, I do it, but...

Here is the jacuzzi.

The only rule we set

is a base price of 60 euros
for a standard trick.

You are self-employed,
you pay us 120 per night.

That covers the use of the club,
the rooms, and the jacuzzi.

Ronan is the security guard.
It's cool, you're safe.

120 per night is pretty pricey.

If you work well,
you can do three to six clients a night.

You get 20 % of each bottle
a client orders.

This is Taj Mahal.

This is Lotus.

This is for gang bangs.
Up to five people.

That earns good money.

Yeah...

If you sleep here,
that's an extra 80 a week.

No, I'll be going home.

The travel will tire you out.

Too bad.

As you like.

Hey, move it!

- Put your stuff away.
- Where?

There's a wardrobe and a hanging closet.

Adrien, listen up.

I'll pay for Perrandier.

You got a loan?

But you must chip in.

I didn't borrow money
for you to sit around all day.

I'd like you to find a job.

McDonald's, pizza delivery, anything.

Enough to cover your phone,

and pitch in on rent and food.

You live here.

We'll save the rent
on your student housing.

And I'll go work elsewhere.

Where?

To Offenburg.

Why?

Things are too complicated here,
with the cops.

So...

Today is October 29.
Perrandier starts on January 4.

I pay for your studies,
but you contribute.

It's very important, OK?

This is your last chance.
Don't pass it up.

Turn around and answer me.

That's the deal.
You find a job and pitch in. Got it?

- Put your things in here.
- OK.

Joy,

Awa, who speaks French,

Greta,

Sofia, Encarna...

I'll get your key.

Hi there.

No, you go.

Marie.

You had five clients, right?

That's a great start!

Thanks.

Two bottles?

Two bottles, 50 euros.

Here is your contract.

Sign it and bring it back.

- See you tomorrow.
- Bye.

You understood.

Hi, there.

- How much?
- Blow job 45, position 80.

- 25?
- No.

- 30?
- Still no.

Asshole!

Awa, how much do you make here?

Over 3,000.

You live here?

Do we have to dress up like this?

No, just on Mondays.
It's costume night.

I look ridiculous.

How depressing.

Come in.

Thanks for the young man.
He lasted 22 seconds.

You're welcome.

Come with me.

- Where?
- I have a good one, too.

He's asleep.

Give me a condom.

Yes, please.

Not too much.

Mix it up.

Cheers!

Oh, wow...

This sure beats the Moldavians
Encarna sent me.

She's vicious.

Beware of those Serbs.

She's not Spanish?

She chose a Spanish name
to please the clients, but she's Serbian.

Like Greta, who isn't German.
She's Russian.

- You're joking?
- It's true.

I see.

What about you?

I'm not even remotely Moroccan.

Norwegian?

Exactly.

How much do you make here?

Roughly 2,500.

Really? That's all?

Less actually, with the rent.

Awa told me she made over 3,000.

More than 3,000?
Look at our clients.

Students, workers, losers...
There's no money here.

Shit.

I thought I'd make more.

Can I speak to you, Marie?
Come.

I'm with a client.
Be right there.

Excuse me, sir.
May I steal her away for ten seconds?

I'm coming.

What the hell, Tatiana?
I'm with a client!

You ripped off a client.

Who?

You think you're untouchable
because you know Bruno?

Get off my case!

- He fell asleep. Ask Sofia.
- Shut up! This isn't a discussion.

I give the orders.

Next time, you're out.

Even if you're Bruno's friend,
you're gone. Got it?

What are you doing?

- I'm fed up, Adrien!
- Let me sleep.

No way!

This wasn't the deal.
You were supposed to find a job.

You're not a kid anymore!

I'm sick of kicking you out of bed.

So what if I start looking at 11 am?

It matters!

Go to the Employment Office
with your CV!

- Go to hell!
- You go to hell!

Fuck off!

Just do it.
I'm checking tonight before I leave.

I've had enough, damn it!

45 a blow job, 80 for a position.

Hello, the Perrandier School.

Hello, Ma'am.

I'm calling about Adrien Kriegel.

I wanted to let you know

I had a minor setback,

but the wire will be coming soon.

Has the money been wired, or not?

I'm sending it soon.
As I said, I had a work setback.

OK, but the deadline is December 19.

Two weeks before
the January session begins.

If the payment isn't on time,

we'll give his slot
to someone on the waiting list.

I know, but my son was admitted.

He was interviewed.

I'll let management know,
but I'd rather be honest.

We've had incidents before.
We no longer make exceptions.

In the past,
many students who were admitted

didn't pay or show up.

It blocks a slot
that could go to the waiting list.

Yes, I understand.
What if I wire 3,000 euros now?

The first payment is 5,000.

I know...

I'll wire you 3,000 euros now,

and the rest right after school starts.

3,000 euros is proof
that I'm not holding a slot for nothing.

Sorry, that won't be possible.

Can't you discuss it with the Director?

I'll let him know right away.
But you should send the wire quickly.

Alright.

OK, thank you.

- Thank you, goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Shit.

That prick Bruno
won't move me up on the website.

He's starting
to seriously get on my nerves.

The cops showed up yesterday.
They took Awa.

Really? Why?

She doesn't have papers.

Damn!

What'll happen to her?

I guess they'll deport her.

Who can help me? It's for Awa.

I need an address to send her things.

Marie, help me out?

Can you help me fold the sheet?

I'll do this later.

What school for your son?

- Did Ronan tell you about my son?
- No, Bruno.

What did he say?

That he was going to study
at a famous school.

The Perrandier School.

To become a chef.

- A chef?
- Yes, he cooks.

Bravo.

What you're doing for him is great.

My son is growing up far away.

I'll be back.

I think we're done.

You still need me?

No, you can go.

Tomorrow, I'll look for an address.

I have to hit the road. I'm exhausted.

- See you tomorrow.
- Bye.

There you are, Marie.

You're sure you don't do young guys?

I already told you no.

Hey, relax.
There's one out there, asking for you.

I told him, but he insists.

Can you go tell him?

Alright.

What the hell?

Nathan saw you online.

I came to see for myself.

You lied to me!

- You're full of shit.
- Stop it!

You say you're independent,
you call the shots.

Look at yourself.

A slave just like them.

Outside.

We'll talk outside, OK?

- You coming?
- No.

Let go of me.

Have it your way.

- Let go!
- Stop it, Adrien!

- I said, let go!
- Calm down.

- Let me go!
- Enough, Ronan.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.

- Calm down!
- Just stop it.

- Stop. Enough already.
- Why did you come here?

For the fucking school?

I won't go to your school!
I just want you to leave me alone.

You're just a whore!

You disgust me.

You disgust me.

- Stop.
- Don't touch me.

- Stop it, now.
- Leave me alone.

Stop acting like a jerk!

- Stop it, now.
- Let me go.

- You're still here?
- Let go!

Stand up. Don't move.

Ronan, stop!

Don't hurt him!

- Leave him the fuck alone!
- I'm calling the cops.

Let him go! Are you crazy?

He's a kid.

Are you alright, honey?

You alright?

My life is my business.

Understand?

I'm scared.

I'm scared, that's all.

Shit, I'm out of coffee.

Are you kidding?

I have 3,500, including the envelope.

Two more weeks in Offenburg,
plus Adrien's 800

and we're good.

Pumpkin risotto with pecorino.

Lovely. Did you make it?

No, I'm just a busboy for now.

- You'll get there.
- Enjoy!

Hey, girl!

How are you?

- Awa!
- It's so good to see you!

- What are you doing here?
- I'm free!

They let me go this morning.

That's amazing!
What happened?

An NGO fought for me.

I'll even get working papers!

- Fantastic!
- Let's celebrate. Champagne's on me!

Come on!

Encarna! Girls!

Bruno, I was ripped off.
I had money in my room and it's gone.

- It should go in the bank.
- No banks.

It was under my mattress.
It's gone.

- I don't give a shit.
- You don't?

Calm your shit and see to the clients.

Where's my money?

It was in my room.

- You accuse me?
- You have my key!

Awa, stop it!

Awa, calm down!

You thief!

Enough. Both of you, upstairs!

We'll talk later. Upstairs!

You scared me to death.

Sorry, I just wanted to thank you.

For pulling us apart.
Smart move.

No worries, it's only normal.

- Can I bum a cigarette?
- Sure.

Hang on.

Here.

Was it a lot of money?

- 1,000 euros.
- Shit...

But it was dumb
to leave 1,000 euros in your room.

I didn't think
that bitch Tatiana would screw me.

Damn Russki.

We don't know.
Maybe it wasn't her.

It was.

No one else had the key.
Who could it be?

I'll get my money back.
I will.

How?

I have to.
The money's for my daughter back home.

She has to pay for school.
I can't let her end up like me.

My envelope!

- What?
- My envelope!

Is it all there?

It wasn't here earlier.
Someone put it here.

Awa, that's great!
You found your money?

Fantastic!

Wait... You stole my money!

Excuse me?
What are you talking about?

I told you I'd get revenge,

and suddenly,
my money magically appears.

Hang on, Awa...

- What's up? You got your money.
- Don't fuck with me!

Speak in French.
I can't understand.

You stole her money.

- What?
- You did it.

No way. Get off my case.

- She found it. Problem solved.
- You're a thief, you hear?

The problem's been solved.

I didn't take it.
You, shut up.

I didn't take it. Enough.

Are you crazy?

Awa, you'll kill her!

I don't give a shit.
Thief!

You're fucking crazy!

Awa attacked me.
She jumped on me and punched my face.

This is bullshit. Total insanity!

I didn't take her money.

I don't care.

You've been here for six weeks,
and you've been nothing but trouble.

You're out.

You have absolutely no proof.

It's my word against Tatiana's.

Maybe she took the money.
Why am I being accused?

Tatiana, can you leave us alone?

Tatiana, don't move.

What will I do about Adrien?

I helped you out.

I gave you plenty of warning.

You're on your own now.
As it is, I've been too nice.

- Don't get angry, Bruno.
- No!

Don't yell at me!

- Get out!
- Let me speak!

I've had enough!
Get the hell out!

It's me!

How's it going?

- You OK?
- Yeah, fine.

See the kitchen?

No.

It's spotless.

Thanks.

Can I make you coffee?

I'm in a rush.

I'm doing an extra shift.

They're testing me in the kitchen.

That's great.

Wallet, phone...

Apple pie

I just need a little more time.

It's not possible.
We already discussed this.

I want to talk to the Director.

He's not here.
Besides, he'll tell you the same thing.

I'll find the 2,000.
I just need time.

Please, trust me.

- I want my son in this school!
- That won't be possible.

The waiting list is full.
Don't yell at me!

I insist on seeing the Director,
if you can't help me.

What are you doing?
Stop that! Now!

- Leave me alone.
- Call Stéphane!

Mrs. Kriegel, that's enough!

What are you doing?

Call Stéphane!
Do something, go get him!

Mrs. Kriegel!

Hi, Martin.

Marie?

You OK?
Having fun with the black chicks?

No condoms, huh?

What are you doing here?

Most of your 30 euros
goes straight to their pimp.

Did you know that?

Why do guys like you go to these girls
when you can afford better?

Because of guys like you,
I can't make a living anymore!

I don't care.
Leave me alone.

- Hang on...
- Did you follow me?

- Did you?
- Yeah. Look...

I have something to ask you.
I need 2,000 euros.

Go to a cash machine,
and take out 2,000 euros for me.

OK?
I took pictures of you and these girls.

- I could send them to your wife.
- You're nuts. Stop it!

What the fuck?

Don't talk.
Let's go to the cash machine.

Come on.
2,000 euros is nothing to you.

I'll pay you back.

You came here to blackmail me?

How long have you known me?

Eight years!

How could you do this to me, bitch?

Get the money.
I need it for my son!

I don't give a shit about your son!

You're a bitch, you hear me?
A fucking bitch.

Once a week for eight years,
and this is how you thank me?

Stop!

Bastard! You prick!

Let me go, damn it!

Shut up!
Shut your fucking mouth!

Leave me alone!

Let go of me!

Stop it! Let me go!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone.

Mom?

What's wrong?

I couldn't do it.

Couldn't do what?

Couldn't do what, Mom?

Perrandier.

I couldn't find the money.

Citrus crème brûlée.

Courtesy of the chef.

Thank you.

Aren't you going to try?

I will.

It's delicious.

Of course it is.

I used candied lemons.

That'll do it.

The army is gutted
that I'm not enlisting.

I'm not.

It's going great in the kitchen.

- It is?
- Yeah.

The boss is thrilled.

I better get back.

Wait!

Well done.

Come. It's your song!