You will compete today in the games "Fiery love."
The winner will make an appointment with Mark.
I invited your son.
Let's hope he doesn't mind.
I sleep with whom I want.
Claude, today you will leave the villa.
Dung!
FIERY LOVE
After meeting my son Claude I understood what I wanted.
I am looking for the woman of my life,
One that can manage the city,
such as Marki, for example.
Welcome to my city.
Hi, Marc.
- Coconut? - Better not.
- Today is a special day. - My birthday?
Don't know the date of your birthday?
Today is the Jean-Guile holiday.
- Which ones? - Jean-Guile.
What?
We will eat bread and butter And get dressed up.
Well, yes, the Daffodil holiday.
Jean-Guile.
Of course.
- Shall we tell the girls? - Sure.
A celebration of Jean-Gul? Jean-Gul's genie? First time I've heard of it.
Probably no one knows him.
Today is the Jean-Guile holiday.
Is there a song about him?
- Where are you from? - From Earth.
Dry rolls He had to savor,
Because his hands were too short, to grease them.
I love this holiday.
In Africa, I did not celebrate this holiday, Because the butter melts too quickly there.
I ate dry baguettes.
No!
What?
What are you doing?
No clapping is allowed.
I've been flying for a long time, So I might have missed something,
What was happening on the ground.
This holiday is celebrated every year?
Jean-Guile of Kaiserberg baked bread,
Which the the greatest gourmets.
Jean-Guile had long arms to knead the dough,
But too short to spread on bread.
The villagers organized a a fancy dress ball,
To improve his mood.
Thus was born a tradition.
Today everyone celebrates the holiday of Jean-Guile, except for the Jews.
They are not allowed.
In my parish we have a great time On the Feast of Jean-Guile.
Last year I dressed up as a Protestant woman.
We had a lot of fun.
If I have children with Mark,
I would like them to remember this holiday Like me and my brother.
We dressed up as Romeo and Juliet and we kissed each other under the table.
My parents didn't like it, But I love my brother.
Nice.
What?
Is there anything like a health service?
Nurse's outfit.
- Sensual? - Rather yes.
This I will ask.
Jean-Guile!
Unfortunately.
This costume is already booked.
- Do you have something sharp? - Yes.
- Or edible, like chips? - I'm listening.
Morning. Are there any other monkeys?
Just this one and a capuchin.
This I will ask.
I'll bring it right away.
I must be dreaming.
Good butter.
We begin the celebration of Jean-Guile's celebration!
Wonder. Is it really Jean-Guile?
Who is going to grease my bun?
Me!
I wonder what the girls have dressed up as.
My costume is sure to make a furore.
Attention.
Let's hope he doesn't talk with an accent.
Babylon.
Cannabis.
My head hurts.
Who did I dress up as?
- Don't you recognize it? - Don't.
To Bob Marley.
Joint.
I told the manufacturer, That if they don't paint my face,
then no one will recognize me.
But I don't think it's allowed.
- Why don't I ask him again? - Give it a rest.
A waste of time.
The girls want to celebrate with you.
Marc doesn't understand subtle allusions, So I went all the way.
I disguised myself as a pussycat.
Cool this seashell. I'll check to see if you can hear the sound of the sea.
No, it is hideous.
Shell?
- It's not a seashell. - From there, it's a big pussy.
- You don't put your ear in it. - No?
Hi, girls!
That's you, Marc.
Who wants my jacket?
Who wants a ticket for my briefs?
It's racist.
Weak.
Unfortunately, you didn't take care of the details.
You didn't wear a pendant.
You have a fake beard and hair.
Unfortunately. You didn't make an effort.
The devil is in the details.
Immediately you can see that I dressed up Bob Marley.
Sorry.
Hopelessness.
This is not a disguise Daffodil style.
Jean-Guile.
You look great.
Marc, I don't like it either.
Sorry.
Sara, I love basketball! Pass the ball.
Ball from Babylon.
I feel bad. I don't feel like it.
I also feel badly, Because they didn't let me paint my face.
But let's not spoil the fun for others.
- Pass the ball. - Better not.
- Well pass! - Don't.
- Come on! - No!
Did you glue it on?
Oh no! She fumed.
How does Marc stand it? "I eat for two.
"Don't push me down the stairs."
"My water broke.
Give it a rest.
- Did you fall on your head? - No. I'm pregnant!
- What do you mean? - Simply put.
- What. - She's pregnant!
Impossible!
It appears that Sara is pregnant.
I didn't expect it.
I think I pushed it from consciousness.
Oh no. I just give paracetamol.
- Call an ambulance! - I didn't take the phone.
Jose, drop the blunt and call an ambulance.
You can see the head.
She is giving birth!
We need a doctor!
Any.
Here is the doctor.
Oh, the nurse. What kind of dilation does she have?
I am not a nurse.
And I have not been skiing with a 20-year-old.
Enter it.
- Do you want coffee? - No sugar.
- I am a physiotherapist. - And so what?
Go. I'll catch up with you.
Did you know that she is pregnant?
- Haven't you seen it? - He has a huge belly.
Alexandra too, and she is not pregnant.
Thanks.
That's why she was always turned backwards.
- Where is Marc? - It's me.
No. I.
Do you want a ticket for my briefs?
This is homophobia.
I don't know you, but she's not doing badly.
Come on, Daddy.
Daddy?
Tatababilon.
Do you know the Wi-Fi password? I'll look for it.
Enter, Marc.
Bob Marley.
I was afraid you would be angry. I lied to you.
Are you kidding? This is the most beautiful gift, You could have given me.
I'm going to become a father!
I shrugged.
I will take care of it.
When I can. You know I fly a lot.
I like to go out sometimes.
- The baby's crying stresses me out. - Seriously?
I almost crashed the plane because of it.
For the first ten or fifteen years of his life
rather not count on me.
- Fifteen? - Or twenty.
It depends when it starts earn itself
And will buy a car.
Then I will take care of it.
Right.
Sarah, I hereby announce, That you will manage the city -
Brands.
What?
Good morning.
Will you leave us alone?
I will give her an epidural epidural.
I will stay with her until the solution.
Pass me a thick needle.
Well, bye.
Please turn around.
Prepare an analgesic.
Why do you need the water? Analgetic!
What an idiot.
Marc...
- Anne, you scared me! - Sorry.
You are terrible.
I wanted to ask if everything was okay. Did she give birth?
This is a matter for parents.
Respect our privacy.
- Who is the father? - What do you mean who? Me.
- Do you have ten cents? - I have a checkbook.
It's of no use to me.
I have ten cents. Please.
Thanks. I'll give it back to you later.
- Should I write you a check? - Don't.
The automaker will not accept it.
And what is everything?
I feel a little sick.
- I asked about Sarah. OK? - I think so.
I hate hospitals!
Take it easy, Valerie.
What happened?
Two years ago I had a boyfriend. Not one like you, but...
Of course.
He had an accident. He fell into a coma.
For several months I visited him.
I quit my job.
I spoke to him for hours.
And when he woke up, he immediately asked: "What are you doing here?"
It's scary.
- Have you been together long? - One evening.
That is, soon.
We spent an hour and a half together.
Less than I thought.
And then, as he crossed the street, he fell under an electric scooter.
Ah those scooters!
- Do you know what I think of them? - What.
I don't like them.
I was touched by your story.
Yes?
I realized, That I don't know Sarah well enough.
- I will go to her. - Wait.
Marc!
Damn!
I will not fly after you! Hemorrhaging at block eight!
Do you know the Wi-Fi password?
Marc devotes much more time than to us.
I am not at all surprised, That the girls are sorry.
I can't leave it at that.
It's simple, my dear Watson.
Hi. Do you know the Wi-Fi password?
Look, darling, what a beautiful flower.
Great costume.
Mom, after all, is a big pussy.
Bingo.
We watch all sorts of things on the Internet.
What are you doing here?
I give her a pillow.
Probably from the wrong side.
All the same. It's going to get twisted anyway.
Facts.
- Will you leave us alone? - Sure.
Please.
Quite alone. Can you leave?
- I love you, Marc. - Without reciprocation.
Sara, wake up.
- Wake up! Are you okay? - Yes.
- Did I wake you up? - From there.
Thought for Us.
- I would like to take you on a date. - Wonder.
But I can't move from here.
Relax. I'm not stupid. I've thought of everything.
Take a look.
Please.
Great, but I can't eat.
I hope that for the baby You will be nicer.
You are hypersensitive.
I give birth.
Let's celebrate it, and Jean-Guile's holiday.
It's past sixteen. It ended twenty minutes ago.
I give up.
Call someone!
Right.
Is there anyone here? She shouts.
I'll check what's going on.
The cholera.
I advise you to leave, because it can affect badly on your sexual intercourse.
Since I work here, I have to do it with fruit.
What about you, idiot?
Sister!
Unbelievable. I'm about to become a father.
I want everyone to know about it learn about it.
I will shout it from the rooftops.
I'm going to become a father! Oh boy.
He is dead.
If it's a boy, he will be name Marc, because it's a beautiful name.
And if it's a girl, it's Marquise.
She will be my queen.
Calm.
Soraya?
Doctor? What are you doing here?
They moved me here 3 months ago.
It's not bad.
How are you doing? Do you have heart problems?
No. You did a great job.
Give it a rest.
I implanted a monkey heart in you.
- Are you saving yourself? - Of course.
- Do you avoid stress? - I'm starring in a reality show.
I saw the cameras.
Women compete for a man's favor.
Every week one drops out.
We are watched by a lot of people, But I don't stress about it.
Super.
I hope you don't walk up the stairs or tie your shoes?
- No. - Great. I'm flying.
I have to transplant a cat's liver baby.
- Cat's liver? - Just kidding.
It's just an appendage, But the patient is unlikely to survive.
Pa.
Today I neglected the girls a bit.
A chess player's reflexes.
I made my choice.
Sister, quickly!
I received a gift from fate.
I heard a beautiful melody.
The Melody of Life.
Push, push!
Right.
Coming soon.
Wash it.
I saw what I shouldn't have seen.
Ladies, she gave birth.
Thank you, Babylon.
I'm going to see my baby.
Similar to me.
It is lovely.
Little Babylon.
It's a girl.
Girls, I have an idea.
This is my daughter.
I will give her the name Marquise.
It's sexist.
Marquise is a beautiful, noble name.
Hopeless.
Not at all. It's the female equivalent of Marc.
From there.
Come up with others, wisely.
I will call her Adele.
- There is no such name. - There is.
Hopeless.
- Marc. - Yes?
I know a beautiful name.
- Which ones? - Marc.
- Yes? - Marc.
- Which ones? - Marc.
- What. - Marc. It's a name for a baby.
He suggests that you call her Marc.
That's my name.
For me, it is the most beautiful.
Marc? All in all, cool.
I love you.
Girls, Marc, life sometimes positively surprises us.
- Congratulations, Sarah. - Thank you.
But the show must go on.
Time rushes by like a horse, Who never wants to drink.
They should implant a horse heart in me.
Maybe this is not the right time,
But you should start the ceremony the presentation of tickets.
Soon one of you will leave the program.
- Now? - Yes.
He will learn about it in this room.
Today I felt more in the role of a father Than a bachelor to be taken.
Unfortunately, I can't be both.
No one can play two different roles.
Except maybe for Nicolas Cage's In "Faceless."
Today was a really special day special.
In celebration of Jean-Guile's...
I didn't twist the name...
A new being was born.
A tiny being.
I have eight tickets.
But I'll just hand in one.
- What? - Yes.
- Why? - Just one.
For one person.
That person is Sara.
No, no, no.
- What do you mean no? - No.
Why?
Sorry, But I prefer to resign myself.
Yes!
Wait. We have a baby.
I'm the one with the baby.
You are not mature enough To become a father.
I don't know if I am for you created.
But you are definitely not made for me,
For this child or for other women and children and people.
Is she free to say that?
Unfortunately, yes.
A candidate who will give birth to a child,
Has the right to resign on its own from participating in the program.
This is my daughter.
I understand that you are sorry.
But that's not the end of the program.
One of the ladies will be eliminated.
I choose Victoire.
Marc, keep them in the dark.
Well, sure.
Actually, I would like to... Ladies...
None of the above.
It is known who will drop out.
Victoire, would you please come over here?
Too bad.
Girls, I think it's time for me to go.
Not a bad imitation of him.
Victoire, I will ask Marc, if he would like to tell you something.
Marc?
Victoire, you are a sexist, homophobe and a racist.
I do not tolerate these qualities in women.
I didn't like it, That you dressed up as me.
You were hopeless.
Not at all.
I'm sorry, Marc, but I had a great had fun pretending to be you.
Thanks for the opportunity.
Happy Jean-Guile. Thank you.
This holiday ended five hours ago.
You've hit the ball out of the park, Just like with the costume.
At nine o'clock we resume the celebration of the Jean-Guile festivities.
Victoire, you have dropped out.
The car is waiting for you In front of the hospital.
Go now.
All of you get out! Get out!
I will miss Victoire.
In addition to pussy, I also have a heart.
You too, Marc!
Will you pass this on to my daughter?
Yes.
Right.
I'm a little disappointed.
But the most important thing is, That I became stronger in my faith.
Perhaps the man of my life is hanging on the cross,
But for that I can always I can count on him.
You made a remarkable discovery today.
You have learned About the Jean-Guile holiday.
They are strangely celebrated.
Why?
The festivities last from eight o'clock to fifteen o'clock....
and then from nineteen?
First I've heard.
- It's Jean-Guile. - Exactly.
In addition, you learned something else something unusual.
From Sarah.
- Did you really not know? - And how would you know?
There was no indication That she was pregnant.
And the belly?
Am I the father of this child?
No. Well, what are you?
- Are you a doctor? - Don't.
I prefer to consult a doctor.
You are not the father of this child.
It's obvious...
Like the fact that you are not a doctor. There is nothing to talk about.
Marc... Don't fool yourself.
You are not qualified, To talk to me.
But.
You didn't study medicine.
I will not listen to you.
You are not the father of this child.
And you are not a doctor.
There are many such "experts."
In the next episode...
The girl who will be the kindest For the homeless,
Will go on a date with me today.
Do you know each other?
- No. - Yes.
Marc.
- Tea? - I'm good, too.
What happened?
I don't feel good.
Text by Pawel Wlodarek