Cash Queens (2026) s01e03 Episode Script

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Alright, let's move! Go, go, go, go, go!
Fuck.
Fuck, watch out,
you're bleeding everywhere.
What should we do?
-Ah, damn, that hurts.
-What do we do?
That's it.
Alright, we're good.
That's it. Come on.
Come on, let's go. Let's go, now!
Let's go.
C'mon, c'mon!
Ah, fuck!
What is that?
-It's ink, an antitheft device.
-Oh shit, we're totally fucked!
The cash is all ruined! Shit!
-Oh fuck!
-Shit!
CASH QUEENS
It's a size 12,
but the heel print says
they're too large for this man's feet.
This man, he's 1.80 meter. Max.
This guy face-planted real hard.
His face has gotta be all caved in.
Right, I want the whole region
turned upside down.
You pull every Picasso-faced
broken-nosed fucker you find.
You check out their prints, shoe size,
height, address, Netflix passwords.
Let's go! Now!
You think a nose could really do that?
-Or a forehead?
-I'm telling you, it's a nose.
Hope we didn't do all that for nothing.
And that I'll get my son back.
Till then, Rosa,
you better stay out of sight.
Won't be long till they find your DNA.
Don't worry about that. I mixed
the blood together to mess up the DNA.
-Meaning what?
-I saw it on Experts of Miami.
The cops send the samples
to a lab over in Sweden,
and it takes weeks, months, even.
But they can still trace the DNA?
Well, yeah, obviously,
with DNA they always find the guy.
But, hey, at least it's taken them
off our scent.
Just for now.
So, even if I try to run,
they'll find me anyway.
-I'm not hiding with my kids forever.
-You need fake papers.
I'm on it, I got a guy.
My cousin'll find us a contact
at the prefecture, through his network.
-I'll come with you.
-No.
You're done with this. In five years,
you'll be a great architect.
I'm gonna pack my bags,
got a lot to prepare.
-Rosa, when's good for tonight?
-No, drop it, Kim.
I'll be fine.
Look, we bet and lost.
if anyone here bet and lost, it's me.
I'll be straight with you.
I got some debt that
I'm not gonna be able to reconcile now.
So with or without you, Rosa, I gotta jet.
What, how much?
Nothing crazy.
How much?
Thirty grand.
You kidding?
No, I'm not.
I wish I was, but it's the truth.
Wow, I'm so pissed at Destiny's Child.
I'm sorry, Ezéchiel, it's just you.
Can't let your boys in.
Mr. Marionnaud, this is Ezéchiel.
So I'm told that you're the one
who found these clowns.
Well, you got the wrong guys.
Yeah, and so what?
Well, thanks to your false intel,
I've been publicly humiliated.
And that displeases me.
You better fix this mess,
or you're gonna be sorry.
You think you're the boss?
You're just a nobody.
-Yes, hello?
-Hey, Gilles, it's me.
Listen, there's been a change of plans.
Move the location
of the town fair to Trevise.
Tsk.
Yes, yes, I'm sure. Cops everywhere,
top-notch security on every corner.
Not a single bag of marijuana
is to leave Trevise.
The play is still scheduled as planned.
Just a new location.
-You got it, Mr. Marionnaud.
-Yeah.
You wanna dance?
Hey, be sure to get
some of the fair popcorn.
Because there will be a stand
on every block.
I can do whatever I like in your hood.
Who wears the pants, huh?
So find me the robbers
if you want to hold on to your balls.
Hey, you can release Léo Krief.
His mother's getting him.
-I'm on it.
-Thanks.
Can you bring the Krief kid out? Thanks.
-He's coming.
-Thanks.
-A mask?
-How are you?
Don't hug me!
I've got chills all over. I feel awful.
-I've got something.
-Okay.
Uh, here, I just need you to sign this.
Sorry about this, I'm paranoid.
We're just under a lot of pressure.
Good thing the robbers had an ego trip.
Yeah, thank God.
Sweetie!
Are you okay? It wasn't too bad?
Chill out, I'd have been fine in prison,
I don't give a fuck.
Don't you dare say that.
You have any idea how scared I was?
Don't spazz out.
You're bleeding, you know.
What? Oh, it's nothing.
I think I've got Covid.
Oh yeah?
Thank you.
Yes?
Yeah, I'm coming.
-Whaddup.
-Take the mask off, Rosalie.
There's no pandemic anymore.
You know the government's screwing us over
with those vaccines. Right?
So take that stupid thing off.
Ey, Bonnaventure!
Shut up with your idiotic theories.
-Go inside already.
-Hey…
Can you please not smoke?
I've got my kids here.
Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry.
What are you do--? Uh…
Okay, okay.
What's up?
I need three passports.
One for me, two for my kids.
And what about me?
Twenty-five hundo per passport.
Still full price for the kids.
Here. I've got six grand. That's it.
Yeah. It's fine
because you're Kim's friend.
Right. On for three passports.
Yo, four! What's so hard to understand?
-Listen, these things cost money!
-Yo, cousin.
Who stuck a bag of weed in her coochie
for you when you were in jail?
Why you airing my shit, man?
The number of dicks I sucked for you?
You think prison guards are known
for their hygiene? Their balls are rank!
-Heard of papillomavirus?
-Stop going on about this shit!
I'm over it, enough! I'm good!
I'm good!
I'm good!
I'm good! I'm good!
I'm good!
I'm good! I'm good! I'm good!
-You'll get your passport!
-Alright, we're good.
-It'll take seven days.
-Okay.
Full week, max.
Cool, shall we fire this up?
-Ooh, you got pot?
-Got dope shit from Ketama.
-Hell yeah!
-It's brown and thick, like a big turd.
-Oof! That sounds fucking fire.
-Oh yeah, you'll like it.
You're gonna fucking love it.
It's gonna knock you out.
Uh, well?
Just another minute.
Boom.
What's that?
A hookah?
Yeah, or a cactus.
Zoom in a bit.
Who cares if it's a hookah or a cactus,
it tells us fucking nothing.
Oh!
It's a hookah cactus.
Mommy, can you film my performance?
Sweetie.
I'm so sorry, but I can't come.
Wait, you mean you're actually
missing my play tonight?
Mommy has to work tonight, honey.
You're missing the whole thing.
No, no, I'm not gonna miss it, sweetie,
because Aunt Sofia is gonna record it.
We can watch it as much as we want.
That way Mommy will see it.
It's gonna be like she's there.
No, I'm mad at you.
I want you to film me, not Auntie Sofia.
-Okay, I'm gonna try to be there.
-No, but you can't.
You've got to go to work.
Right, I… Uh, no, I can't.
I just have too much work, sweetie.
Mommy, come on!
Please, Mommy, come see my play.
Okay. My love, we've gotta go, okay?
Come on.
Are you insane?
-Morning.
-Morning. Morning.
Why are you dressed up like thieves?
Well, because they're really cool.
So it's "cool" to steal, is it?
Rachida, what did I say?
Don't speak to criminals.
"Rachida."
Four, three, two, one
Ready!
And… voilà!
-You're the best!
-Yeah, I know.
You look beautiful. Alright, next.
Move, move!
Come on now, paint my face.
Really?
Think you've got time to volunteer
with your debt, huh?
-Not in front of the butterflies.
-I don't give a fuck about butterflies!
Okay.
Seven days max to pay me my 30K.
Screw me over again,
and I'll pimp out your pussy.
-Understand?
-Obviously.
This bitch.
-Thanks so much.
-You're welcome, have a nice day.
Morning.
What is this, orange juice?
Yeah. But I'm on break.
Ah, okay.
Understood.
Bye, then.
Can't blame them.
Not mad at you, though,
they mostly just hate your husband.
Not you.
And you?
I guess you don't mind?
Them seeing you with me?
I'm a cop, so, no.
Ah.
They'll just think I'm working.
So you're just doing your duty.
Yeah.
Everyone stay focused,
it's gonna be awesome!
Mommy, I'm… I'm gonna…
I think I've got diarrhea!
Too bad,
those butt cheeks stay clenched, okay?
-Alright, let's go.
-Dudes. Look. Spread the word.
A hundred grand
to whoever finds the robbers.
Cops are looking for a broken nose,
let's get to him first. Right?
-Let's look for a broken nose. Let's go.
-I'll head that way.
Break a leg, kiddos! Yeah?
Alright. It's gonna be awesome.
So awesome.
Fuck, no.
Fuck. Just be two seconds.
Rosa, what are you doing?
Everyone's looking for a broken nose,
Ezéchiel, the cops!
-You see a broken nose?
-You gotta hide.
-They're not messing around, please!
-I can't miss Tina's play.
Wait, Rosa, no!
I'll be watching, love.
Your passports are go.
That bitch got a mask on?
Must be sick. Covid.
Nobody wears masks anymore.
Covid's over with.
I'm the Hunchback of Notre Dame!
Hey, Hunchback, you're so, so, so ugly.
-What?
-You're, like, super-duper ugly.
You're ugly!
Miss Juliette, she said I was ugly!
You're so ugly, you're so ugly,
you're so ugly, you're so ugly!
I am not ugly!
You're the most ugly! You're the ugliest.
Leave me alone!
Ugly, ugly, ugly!
Sorry about Léo, huh,
just a misunderstanding.
Don't talk to me.
Still, he was asking for it.
Fuck.
Something smells here, I can tell.
You're not hiding anything from me,
are you?
Let me watch my daughter's play.
Got the flu?
Yes. I'm contagious,
I don't wanna get anyone else sick.
We've got fresh air, we're good.
-Yeah, well, I'd rather not take risks.
-You think I'm stupid?
Listen to me, you son of a bitch.
You ruined my life.
You ruined my family's life.
So leave me alone, you got it?
You call me a son of a bitch?
Oh fuck.
I'm sorry, must have misheard
with your mask.
If I want to ruin your life,
I'll just ruin your life.
Fuck, she's gonna get caught.
If I ruined your life,
there was a reason. You got that?
Fucking whore!
I'll shove that mask
down your throat, you bitch!
You reported me to DFS?
You reported me to DFS?
Bitch! I'll fucking kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Leave my sister alone!
What the fuck?
Stop! Stop it now!
Grab him!
You son of a bitch!
Get off me, fucker!
Fuck you, man!
The hour of chaos is here, motherfuckers!
I'm gonna smoke you!
-We're probably fucked for the passports.
-Fuck.
Well, hey, Bonnaventure's
in for a real adventure, huh?
This isn't a joke. We've lost everything.
Rosa, I'm so sorry, I panicked.
Keep your mouth shut, I'm not there yet.
Well, look on the bright side.
Government's gonna pay
for your rhinoplasty,
since Sofia here smashed it to dust.
Not bad, huh?
Fuck you guys.
Rosa!
Kickboxing?
Kickboxing?
I'm here cause a swing got me good.
It's golf. Golf's incredibly dangerous,
but no one tells you.
I'm sorry,
I don't have the energy for this.
Right, of course.
Hey, maybe a broken nose is a blessing.
How?
-How's it a blessing?
-Well, sick leave. It's not bad.
I guess.
Would be a nice vacation. I'm tired
of working at the bank every day.
-Ah, you work at a bank?
-Yeah.
-Oh, that's funny, me too.
-Hm.
Can I ask which bank?
At the CBP, in Salon-de-Provence.
You mean the one that was robbed?
Yeah.
Are you okay? I mean, were you there?
When the robbery happened?
Sorry, I'm being nosy,
I know, it's none of my business.
No, it's fine.
And you? Which bank do you work for?
Castel.
Oh right, yeah.
Private bank, explains the golf.
Yeah.
It's still a run-of-the-mill bank,
like the rest.
I mean…
It is, trust me.
Mr. Castel?
Yes?
Uh…
Admit her before me.
It's more of an emergency.
I'm fine waiting.
-But…
-Don't worry, it's just a strain.
Go on, I insist.
I've got plenty of time, actually.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, yes, please. It's my pleasure.
Okay. Fine. Well…
Thank you.
Welcome.
Mr. Castel.
And sorry for being
awkward earlier with the, uh…
you know, the boxing.
-I'm not sure what came over me.
-Oh, it's fine, really.
Well, I hope you get a better nose.
Uh, no, you've got a beautiful nose.
Sorry, I… I mean a… non-broken one.
-Cause this one…
-Yeah.
Let's rob Castel Bank.
The biggest private bank in the region.
I bet they have more than 250 grand.
-No, I'm sorry, that's too crazy.
-It's our last heist.
It's too risky.
I'm gonna have to mull
over the pros and the cons.
Hey! Bonnaventure is busted.
That means no passports.
I'm broke now.
They'll match the blood to me.
-You should split with your kids.
-What about you?
They'll take yours away any day now.
And you?
Ezéchiel will pimp you for his 30K.
Okay. I'm game.
-But that bank is a bitch with security.
-I know.
So no room for error, okay?
This means we prepare like the pros.
CASTEL BANK
PRIVATE BANK FOUNDED IN 1962
-Can you knock it off? You're disgusting!
-Shh!
-We're on a mission here!
-It's stressing me out! Stop.
There he is.
Fuck, that man's a billionaire!
I told you. He's hella rich.
There he goes, follow him.
Ladies, if you will.
Your table's over here.
-I'm sorry, no, our table is…
-This way.
-Fine, no worries.
-Follow me, please.
-For you.
-Excuse me.
Why are we seated
next to the public pool, might I ask?
The… the public… No.
It's a fountain, madame.
In any case, you're seated at the table
most requested for proposals.
'Cause I'm proposing, really?
-Can you stop?
-Excuse me.
Go on, it's all good.
Thank you.
-Are you insane?
-This is a fancy place!
Who cares?
We didn't come for the ambience!
Right. I'll head to the bathroom
and get his attention.
Okay, you need to make a connection,
a bond. Go on.
-Here I go.
-Go on, you look hot!
We'd invested
in a tech company, a new one.
They specialize in delivery services.
The business model was terrible.
-So we chose to pull out.
-Sure.
I don't…
Yes.
Mm! Mm, mm.
It was just a bad deal.
-Yeah.
-Yes, right.
Look right into his eyes!
-I like to find new start-ups.
-Fuck's sake, do it!
He's fixed on his food.
A filet mignon is a million euros,
I'd also be staring at my food.
Ladies. Have you decided on an entrée?
-No, we've been talking.
-Catching up, you know.
-I can bring some water in the meantime?
-That's great, yes.
-So, sparkling or flat water?
-Just a jug, okay?
-A jug.
-It's eco-friendly.
Eco-friendly.
-Ladies.
-Thanks.
Right, gotta make a move here.
Okay.
Ah-choo!
Sorry. Because I have a lot of allergies…
-Pollen… Rhinopharyngitis…
-Stop yelling. Keep your voice down.
Wow, that sounds really bad.
Me too, I've got a pollen allergy.
Is he deaf or what?
Okay, we failed, it's not working.
Let's just split,
let's get outta here. C'mon.
Like hell we're getting outta here.
What the… What was that?
-So sorry!
-Mr. Castel?
-Oh!
-Oh yeah.
I'm sorry. I'm…
I'm sorry,
my friend here has terrible aim.
Yes, awful aim.
I wasn't aiming for you.
I was trying to hit the server,
because it's, like,
the tenth time we tried to order.
-It's fine.
-Everything okay?
Yes, they're friends of mine.
I'm sorry.
-So what happened?
-She's clumsy, that's all.
I can see that. That was a nice throw.
-Wow, crazy, huh? To run into you…
-So crazy. I know, so weird.
What are the odds? Alright.
Well, remind me not to mess with you.
Sorry, but wasn't me. It's my friend here.
She's cranky when she's hungry.
I mean… I'll admit, I'm the same as you.
Well, sadly, the service sucks here,
so I think we're gonna peace out.
Ah, damn, it's my restaurant.
Going on one year now.
You must try the profiteroles.
To be frank, best dessert ever.
Right, okay, okay, knock it off.
You're not Cyril Lignac.
I can tell you like her.
So just give her your number
so you can share some profiteroles.
-Ignore her.
-Wow, so direct.
Right, right. Uh, sorry.
She may have a point.
-D…
-You have a phone?
Yes.
I'll show you a trick. And boom.
There we go.
Just like that. That's my number.
Wow, incredible.
-You'll call me, I hope.
-Uh, yeah.
Yes!
Alright. Bye.
-Okay. Well. See you.
-Okay, bye.
-Hopefully soon. Ciao.
-Sorry bout the bread.
No problem.
Oh. Hey there.
Damn, starting on the next semester?
Uh… I think I found
my topic for the final.
Let me guess, uh…
architecture of security systems?
I'm regretting choosing
the Italian Renaissance.
Wanna help me?
-Uh, yeah. Yeah.
-Yeah?
At mine?
I'll make you dinner.
You a fan of kimchi?
Yeah.
Great. Take my number down.
-Uh… Okay.
-Um…
Gimme a call.
Okay.
Bye.
"Too bad…
I wasn't able to try some of…
your tasty… profiteroles."
"They did… look really… appetizing."
It sucks.
I mean, it's missing, uh…
-Doesn't demand a response.
-You're right.
Maybe instead say, "Lunch
with my girlfriend didn't go so well."
Mm…
Maybe, uh, "The flavors
would have stood out in your company."
Alright, chill, Jean de la Fontaine.
True.
-How long it's been since you dated?
-Uh…
Well, I dunno.
Uh, well, maybe mention golf,
since that's what you two talked about.
-Yeah.
-Yeah, good point.
Okay, write this.
"Wanna shoot a ball right at my hole?"
-Wow, Kim, that's perfect.
-Hm.
So what do I say, for real?
-Here.
-You try.
Mm…
Um…
-"Hey, got plans this upcoming weekend?"
-Mm.
Uh… "Even though
I'm not really into profiteroles…
I could use a bit of practice."
In parentheses: "For golf."
Oh yeah, that's great. Perfect.
Couldn't have put it better.
Smiley face too?
-No, no, no, nothing.
-Okay.
Alright, here we go.
He's slow.
He could just be working.
I suppose.
Oh fuck, he's typing!
Okay, calm down. It's not high school.
And remember, it's not real.
Oh, he better be answering!
Oh fuck! He responded!
"It'll be my pleasure to meet up Sunday."
Yes!
He's still writing!
"Welcome to the club. For golf."
Oh man, trying to be a comedian?
Ugh, it's giving me the ick.
Use the hole line. Rosa, trust me on this.
I'm well versed in ball holes.
Um…
Let me tell you something.
I'll lock down the whole hood.
Takes care of that.
But it's not allowed.
'Cause we live in a damn democracy.
GOOD EVENING, MALIK
Bound hand and foot.
And yet, lay your balls on the table,
they form a line to suck 'em.
You seen the polls?
I'm sorry, I was distracted.
Bullshit, you never pay attention.
Whatever, you're too dumb anyway.
Here, fetch. God, you're stupid.
You're such an idiot!
For God's sake, ugh.
God, what an idiot!
Okay, keep your feet parallel… like that.
You hold the club right in front. There.
Okay, your turn. Just like I said.
-Yeah, I've got it.
-Okay.
I'm looking, I'm breathing.
-And I tap…
-That's it…
-I can do it.
-That's it… Oh damn!
Unbelievable.
-That's insane.
-No, hang on. But that's amazing, bravo!
-Bravo!
-That's nuts! My God! Wha…
Victor!
Wow, it's great
to bump into you like this!
-How are you?
-Doing very well, you?
Brilliant, how could I not be?
-Give your father my best, okay?
-Of course, I promise to.
-Thank you. Miss.
-Hello.
-Have a good one.
-Have a good day.
-Who was that?
-No idea, never seen him before.
-No clue who he is.
-Is that what you do here?
Just pretend to be friends with everyone?
He wants to build a rapport
with my father.
It's pure self-preservation.
Well, I gotta admit,
I've got a motive too.
You do?
My baby cousin
is looking to intern at a bank.
So, I was thinking…
-Well, you work…
-In a bank. Yep.
Mm.
-You know.
-Didn't fall for my charm after all, huh?
-That's right. Yeah.
-Just your cousin?
-Just my cousin.
-Your cousin. That's it.
-That's it.
-I get it.
-I'll try to pull some strings.
-Thank you.
It's nothing. Alright, my turn.
-Can I ask you a question?
-Yeah, of course.
Why do you come here all the time
if everyone's annoying?
Because I love golf.
-Yeah.
-I do.
So…
Ah, goddammit. Alright, look,
I never said I was good at it.
Wow.
Jeez.
What are you doing?
-Is that a real Vassili?
-Who cares? C'mon.
So… The construction of the Renaissance.
You bipolar rollercoaster
Say it, say it, say it, say it twice
Remember when you shut the fuck up
Me neither
Damn, you're so talented.
When I say no means hell no
-Hey, put that down.
-Didn't know you drew graphic novels.
-Gimme that.
-Oh shit, those are the robbers.
-That's cool.
-Give that back, let go.
You got all the questions
Not the answers
'Cause it's never over
Say it, say it twice
I don't even like boys
Don't you understand?
You‘re just not my type
Don't you understand?
I don't even like boys
Don't you understand?
You're just not my type
Don't you understand?
Just give it up, no
Just give it up and go down
Give it up now
I can't believe you got down
Give it up, no
I can't believe you're so down
'Cause we know now
Love, love isn't easy
Just give it up, no
Just give it up and go down
Give it up now
I can't believe you got down…
You're beautiful.
My husband and I
used to manage a go-kart track.
I've met a lot of top drivers,
I've seen a fair share.
Alesi, Prost, Panis.
Now, I didn't get to see
Ocon or Gasly, but…
I assume you've watched
the Grand Prix in Monaco?
I guess you don't follow Formula One.
We're in a bit of a rush here, so what
does this have to do with the robbery?
I'm getting there. The robbers…
I saw them drive in an M3,
110 kilometers per hour.
Got proof it's the same guys?
The men were wielding weapons
and sporting beards. Feels obvious.
Listen, miss, you sure about
the car make and model?
110 is pretty fast.
A BMW 3 Series Wagon.
Four exhausts on the back.
It was an M3 Touring.
That was my husband's favorite car.
-Whoever was driving it was skilled.
-What was the color of the car, miss?
Ah… That's the catch.
I'm colorblind.
Fine, fine, uh, you make a list
of BMW M3 Tourings in that area
and put out an alert, please.
-Okay.
-Thank you, miss.
Alexandra? Victor Castel.
Thrilled to make your acquaintance.
Rosalie certainly loves you.
Oh, I'm really grateful
to be a part of your bank.
-My pleasure.
-It's a big opportunity. I'm honored.
Just happy to help out.
Martine, please meet Alexandra Pérez
who will be interning with us
for the next month.
She's the cousin of, uh… uh… my friend.
Please be kind with this young lady.
Of course, Mr. Castel.
Martine's been part of this branch
since 1986.
-Ninety-six.
-Ninety-six?
-Yeah.
-Oh, '96.
Yeah.
-Right.
-That's right.
Well. Anyway. She knows this bank
even better than I do.
So you are in capable hands.
-I'm excited.
-Glad to hear it.
Uh… We'll meet again, I'm sure.
So enjoy your time here.
-Martine, she's all yours.
-No worries.
See you later.
-Follow me.
-Absolutely.
I have so many questions for you.
I said it feels so good inside
I said it feels so good inside
Thank you.
So good, so good inside
So good, so good, so good inside
What are you having?
So good inside
Room 927.
I'm not here for small talk.
What are you doing?
What the…
-What are you doing?
-Don't look at me.
No, don't look at me,
I look awful during sex, don't look at me.
-Don't look at me! Don't look at me!
-Hang on, don't say that.
Stop hiding,
Look at me.
Look at me.
You're beautiful.
Your text took me by surprise.
You always this straightforward?
Oh no, this is the first time
I've done this.
Hope it didn't freak you out.
No.
I don't have the luxury of being
with the man I like out in the open.
But you never had kids?
Well, um… No.
I mean, we tried for kids for a long time,
but we never could.
Hm.
And after that, he…
he passed.
He passed?
-Yeah.
-Oh fuck.
Uh, may I ask how?
That is… I'm sorry,
that's an intrusive question.
No, no, it's okay.
-Cancer.
-Cancer.
Testicular.
Well, let's change the subject.
I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer.
No, you're not a Debbie Downer.
It's fine. I'm glad
we're laying it all out. It's great.
For example,
I'll go ahead and break the ice here.
Me, my…
Well, I was abandoned by my parents.
-What?
-Yeah.
By the Castels?
No. No, they're the ones
who ended up adopting me.
I mean, turned out pretty well.
Yeah.
That is, from the right angle.
Why's that?
My father won't stop reminding me.
It's that, he makes me feel
like he sees it as a bad move.
He loves telling me
I don't have his blood in my veins.
And I think he's disappointed
that I took over his company.
But in the end,
you know, it's not my fault.
I'm his only kid, after all.
I mean, too bad for him.
So this weekend, I'm thinking
we try out something new for us both.
This weekend?
-I sadly got a busy weekend.
-But why?
I'm overseeing the funds transfer
from the vault to a national reserve.
The whole vault?
Yeah. A pain in the ass,
there's a ton of paperwork.
The protocols are super intense.
It's gonna take me all day.
When?
Sunday.
This… this upcoming?
Yeah, this Sunday.
Too bad.