Budapest

This is the real story of Crazy Trips,

National Registry of Commerce #517621124 Paris,

a LIMITED LIABILITY company.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL FILM

All the American movie stars party here.

It'll be Jennifer Lawrence and us tonight!

I swear, it's true.

After they wrap for the day, they come here.

It'll blow your mind, man.

How cool is that?

It's not looking great now.

I called the chick in charge of reservations.

She said, "No sweat, you're in."

No sweat, I'm telling you! D'you say we were five guys?

I told her we were five guys.

We're reserved. This isn't some dive. We're set.

So we'll get in? Don't be such a downer!

We'll get the red-carpet! Game of Thrones!

I don't even know why we're waiting.

Let's wait our turn! You wait!

I called, it's no sweat!

Good evening!

Easy...

Good evening.

I called Sabine. There are five of us.

We're here to party. Am I right or what?

Great!

Sabine didn't tell to me.

What do you mean? I had her on the phone.

Anyway, no big deal. Our table's reserved.

It's this young man's bachelor party.

Let's not embarrass him.

And call in the fire brigade,

'cause we're gonna set this club on fire!

That's not helping.

Miss...

Can we go in? That's impossible.

You're not on the list.

Get rid of them. It's not happening tonight.

Hold on! She decides.

You're five guys, no dates.

Give it a break. But I called.

It's my best friend's stag party.

It's my last night!

I did call! This is totally insane.

Let's go. I'm pissed. I fucking called!

It's not like I didn't call. She's a bitch! Shitty club...

I called the chick. Fuck! It all went smoothly.

Now we're in a dump with dumpy chicks. Quiet!

She doesn't speak French.

What matters is we're together.

I didn't expect a striptease

by Rihanna.

She's sure not Rihanna. More like Yoda!

Sir, I do speak a little French.

Excuse us.

Sorry.

Forgive us. He's pissed because

we couldn't get into another club.

Even though I called.

You French people open places people can't even get into.

Not bad. Smart.

A pal of mine once partied...

That's my liver! SeaWorld.

My pal partied in Prague once. He never recovered.

Prague's for fags.

We're from Budapest.

What is this insanity? Fuck!

Is that club hard to get into?

It's not hard to get in, it's hard to leave.

Milena, it's wall-to-wall chicks.

Is this a country of women?

Budapest has many more women than men.

Fuck, man...

We should've had his stag party in Budapest.

Absolutely.

Plus, vodka's cheaper than Coke.

Why don't we have that in France?

You were all good students, good interns, good interviewers.

But school days are over.

We want you to work intelligently.

But don't stay locked in your computers all day.

That's exactly what our competitors do.

Then you all have the same ideas. So I say...

Hang out outside a bit. You'll still be working.

Go to the movies, museums, meet people.

Search outside.

Well, your reports are due at 10 a.m.

So you can fuck around in the park later. Go!

Wimps!

Stroke victims!

What winners!

You talk to them like that?

Sometimes.

You...

coming tonight? To the reunion?

Yeah.

Are you thinking of bringing your girlfriend?

Well, she's my wife, if you mean

Cécile.

I don't think so. She's not too social.

Yeah, obviously...

Yeah.

That's all. You can go.

This is my office.

Just kidding.

Well played.

See you later. Yeah.

Huh? Huh? No, no.

Okay.

See you later. Bye.

MEET ME BEFORE THE REUNION! I HAVE A DYNAMITE IDEA!

STRANGLING TRISTAN? I'M IN!

Arnaud... Yeah?

Is the Cooper file that funny? No, why? Not at all.

Okay. What's up with Cooper? When do they sign?

I think the Brits will sign whenever we want.

Whenever we want.

That's the big news I planned to announce today.

We're really this far

from signing one of our biggest contracts ever.

I had Cooper on the phone... When? Last night.

We laughed so much.

We're sort of pals now.

Sweetheart, don't bother.

Just tell us if you have a meeting.

I was just about to say when you cut me off.

It's been two hours. Not since I've been talking.

Since you've been texting.

We need an answer. When do you meet?

We're meeting.

We're meeting this weekend.

Fine.

See, Audrey? Just ask nicely.

Now, let's eat!

What's with you?

Stop calling me "sweetheart" in meetings.

That's not the problem.

No, the problem is I can never express myself.

I was about to give a report. You cut me off.

Can't I finish? In front of my father?

They know you don't have a meeting?

Really? Wanna see?

Go ahead!

Yeah, well...

Listen to the signs!

What sign? The fact that we had a lousy time?

We open our own company. You and me.

We offer French bridegrooms

stag weekends in Budapest.

They'll have the time of their lives.

We're middlemen between them and bliss.

Look at us! We planned a stag party

and got thrown out like bums. Even though I called.

Who gives a damn? I do!

That was a sign. That says it all.

It says we're not on the list. We're not in the club.

Wasn't that our dream?

We busted our ass to get MBAs.

And ten years later, we've got shit jobs.

I've fucking had it!

I can't take it anymore.

Neither can you. Not true.

You hate that job, you get no respect.

Nobody respects us. We're the "scholarship kids."

And that's engraved here!

Let's bust outta these chains, man! Like Django!

Stop me if I say anything stupid.

You're saying, we open a company

that plans bachelor parties in Hungary...

In Hungary! Yeah.

'Cause we didn't get into that club?

Yes! I ran the numbers.

A cheap flight + one night in a four-star hotel

+ a party in any club

= 280 euros. Okay?

I think our client will be psyched enough

to cough up 400 bucks.

Why?

For the insanity factor. That's a profit margin of 120 euros.

Multiplied by a group of ten,

we rake in 1,200.

How many weddings are there in France every year?

There are 250,000.

I have a hard-on.

If we can nab

just 1%, that's 2,500 X 1,200.

Equals? Take your time.

Three million.

Three million euros profit margin!

But we don't know anyone in Budapest. We know Milena.

Terrific, we're in business.

Milena, the 69-year-old hooker? She's not a hooker.

She's only 54, younger than your mom.

And she's a serious chick.

Plus, she has a contact there.

A French guy who's in tourism. We're assholes if we don't go!

Let's take a look.

Just to check it out.

Okay? I can smell it!