She'll be happier with the remedial kids.
How do you know that?
Because she's remedial.
She just can't talk, Philippe. It's not the same.
She presents challenges to us
that the school is better equipped for.
-Also, the name of the school... -What?
Madame Walrafen's Environment of Special Needs and Delinquency.
So?
So, okay. So we're sending our daughter who can't talk
to a school half full of girls
who stab people with pencils?
Delinquency?
They keep them separate. The dumb girls and the delinquents.
Except for recess.
I heard she can't talk.
She has selective mutism which means
she can make noises but only sometimes.
Like when?
She can scream, for instance. In states of high agitation.
Cool. Let's put her in a state of high agitation
and see if she screams.
Yeah, that'll be cool.
Want to play Mercy?
I don't know how.
We take hands. Then we just try
to playfully twist and bend each other's hands
until one of us surrenders. By saying mercy.
No, thanks.
Say mercy. Say mercy.
Mercy.
Mercy?
Get off, you twat.
You can scream?
When?
Under what circumstances?
Do you know that word?
So when?
Well, they couldn't make you... even with their stupid game.
You're a tough one.
I'm in the dumb school, but I'm not dumb. I just have a bad dad.
Hey, I get it.
I'm in the bad school. But I'm not bad.
My mom just doesn't care about me.
Agathe.
My sweet mom made me get my two fingers put back on
My dad's allowing that,
pussing out 'cause he's a little bit afraid of her
Man, I don't want to have a monster hand.
But he's got a point about the people
who are following me. And when my fake name's on the radar
I'll still have a middle finger
But I know I'm gonna have additional jellyfish trouble
I gotta start working on a nursery rhyme
Center my focus so I don't disclose
classified information under anesthetic
It's a technique we use
but I'm probably not gonna be any good at remembering one
'cause I'm exhausted
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner.
And the spider diddled something with his thumb
And all the motherfuckers couldn't put him back together
I think a dish did something with a spoon
How many women did you not stand up for?
On the Metro today?
-Yeah. -Three.
Four.
Hey, Stroughs.
He's in Paris.
Lakeman?
Yeah, John Lakeman.
He's in Paris.
-Lakeman? -Yes.
-John Lakeman? -Yes.
Cool. So is Sophie.
How did she know?
She's Sophie, she's smart.
She just kept following the unusual congressman.
You were right. That is Lakeman with the unusual congressman.
He's in Paris.
With a moo moo here, knick knack paddywack
If a woodchuck could chuck some fucking wood
Hickory dickory diddle diddle, bah bah monkey
Black sheep in the middle
Old MacDonald had a fall, and he fucked up his farmer head
He cracked his shell
What the hell?
I don't know. What?
Hello.
Can you make out anything?
...no.
Can you see shapes?
...no.
Can you make out any light?
...no.
Shadows?
...no.
Nothing?
You can make out nothing?
Nothing.
Are you hungry, Mouse?
No, I'm fine.
The man from Luxembourg...
Yes.
The young man we took the money from in Luxembourg.
John Lakeman.
Yes.
He's in Paris.
How do you know?
He was admitted to a hospital.
Here.
In Paris.
He's here.
We're leaving.
Prepare to depart with Cantar Walley from Paris by 1:00 a.m.