West Coast (2016) - full transcript
Four french teenagers in a small town are sure to be real West Coast gangstas. They gonna live their crazy last expedition. They will grow and learn.
- What's up, Grandma?
- Nothing.
- Erwan?
- Yo, nigga?
Your uncle's coming tomorrow.
Ok.
Later, Chewbacca.
Hurry Malo, we're late.
What're you doing?
Shit!
Some T-shirt.
From your mom's boyfriend, I suppose?
Dad!
Menace loaned it to me.
It's pretty cool.
Totally fresh and fly!
- Isn't that it?
- Sure.
You'll ride it one day, kiddo.
Too dangerous now.
Takes a special license.
It blows being your brother.
Keep us in mind
Drive kind
Dad, stop.
Why?
They'll see you.
- It's the last day. Can't I?
- No.
See you right after school?
Dad, let me chill.
Call me at least!
Ok... maybe. I'll see.
Catch the bad guys.
You too, thanks.
Have a nice chill.
Be good.
Let's go, kids.
C'mon!
Off the bus.
"Off the bus please, sir."
Off the bus please, sir.
Go on.
Hey, bros.
- Too sly!
- You nailed it.
- What happened?
- West Side!
Menace showed her.
Who? Tell me.
- That bus driver bitch.
- She's so rude.
What a tool.
He looked her right in the retina.
Like, 10 minutes.
She pissed in her miniskirt, the biatch!
I just reminded her who we are.
Serial Killer!
Next time I'll shut her up for good.
West Side!
Listen, Menace.
Crazy thing happened to me too.
This dude was into my bike...
Fuck...
Only 2 more months.
Yeah, high school chicks are hot.
Goodbye, farm girls!
We'll be scorin'...
like...
total fags.
Guys?
Think it'll be easier in Lorient
to get girls?
You got your internet girl.
She's special.
I meant sex.
Right, sorry.
Dude, they'll see we're gangstas.
They'll go ape.
We're so gonna get laid!
You like that, bitch?
Delete's your man!
Take it, eat it, hoe!
Get lost, creepy girls.
Let it go, nigga.
They stink of death.
Guys, you'll never guess!
Crazy shit!
- The gym teacher hit on me.
- The whore!
He's full of shit.
Shut up.
Check it out.
Showing me her boobs!
Totally.
She picked up a ball.
Shut up!
You're jealous.
As if!
Hey, Loic!
Let's go.
I'll have to bone her!
Serial Killer!
- Yeah, nigga!
- Thug life!
She's butt ugly anyway.
Yo?
Coming!
Just a second, guys.
Go on, go.
Laetitia?
Can I ask you something?
- You won't laugh?
- No, promise.
Does your dad work for Microsoft?
I like your Xbox!
Just teasing.
I'm having a party later.
- Wanna come?
- Sure. Just a sec.
So close.
Hi, Malo. What's up?
Leaving for break?
Yeah, no...
I'm around next week.
Then I'll be with my mom.
I'm sticking around.
Wanna hang out?
Totally.
Call me, ok?
Totally.
Cool.
Excuse me, I gotta go.
Chill, biatch.
Yeah, nigga!
You rock, dude!
Let's hear it.
I nailed it.
I called her biatch.
Bet she loved that.
C'mon kids, hurry up.
I've got a surprise.
Gonna be ace!
Go on, I'll catch up.
Grandma told me
you're coming tomorrow.
Why, though?
No, tell me now.
What?
I take good care of Grandma.
What the fuck
will I do in Alsace?
Ok, bye.
"With my rocker heart
I never could say I love you
But Mom, I loved you
Like nobody else ever did
I was still just
a teenager
Living the life of an outsider..."
Dreamt of u
Woke up wet
Wanna meet
FOR REAL??!!
Your place, biatch!
U gonna COME!!!
Brieuc!
No interest in music?
Yes.
It's about a rebel,
you can relate.
Come up here.
Knock 'em dead.
I'll beatbox for you.
Sing it on your own.
Everything ok with you?
Perfect.
"With my rocker heart
I never could say I love you..."
For Laetitia.
Take it.
Pass it.
Are you retarded?
Pass it, asshole!
Be polite, young man.
Respect my bro, muthafucka!
Erwan, that's not nice.
"Respect my bro, muthafucka!"
- It's not funny!
- Chill.
Don't make fun of Bieber.
Erwan, please sit down.
Know what SWAG means?
Secretly We Are Gay.
You're fags.
Know what?
We'll fuck you up.
Asshole.
Who do you think you are?
Fags!
Clowns!
Stop it!
Assholes!
Buttfucker!
You're pathetic.
Fucking stop it!
I'll waste every one of you!
I'll fuck him up.
The bastard!
Fuckin' snob.
B there in 2hrs slut...
B afraid biatch!
We'll show him who's boss.
Am I right?
Totally.
Nobody messes with our posse.
Yo, niggas. Whassup?
I know.
We'll crash his stupid party.
Humiliate him at home.
- What?
- His place.
I can't go, guys.
We'll bring him to his knees.
He'll beg forgiveness.
Respect, nigga.
Serial Killer!
Hang on.
There's gonna be tons of them.
You're such a weak link.
Delete's right.
- See?
- We need something.
A gun.
Not my dad, please.
Meet at your house.
That's the shit! You rule!
So what went down?
- Hi there.
- Gotta go.
Bye.
Hi.
- Was that Mom?
- Yeah.
You're in PJs.
Our bike ride?
Sorry, I think I'm getting sick.
Shall I call the doc?
No, I just need some rest.
So, is your mom doing alright?
Yeah, sure.
Are you?
Grandma, I'm going out.
Yo Chewbacca,
what're you doing?
Tidying up for your uncle.
You're sweet, Grandma.
So are you, dear.
The Tour de France is...
- Nailed it.
- Wait.
Check it out!
- Shit!
- I'm on it.
- Your dad!
- What's he doing?
Your dad!
Feeling better?
Hide, dude!
Not really.
Just getting some air.
He blew it again.
Don't move!
Get some rest.
Fuck!
What'd you do?
What?
Dude, you got a problem!
Admit it, it turns you on!
Clown!
Serial Killer!
Wait for me, guys!
West Side!
- Gimme, nigga!
- I rule.
Magnum, nigga!
Hey, guys...
Sig Sauer 9mm.
That fag'll shit himself.
Gimme a little credit.
Let's do it.
There's a problem.
What is it?
You're wearin' PJs.
Fag!
It's Iceman, a collector's item.
I'll loan you some duds.
Don't leave me with this nerd!
No time!
We gotta go to Sylvain's now.
Move it.
This is so uncool.
Gimme it, c'mon.
- Here.
- You're nuts.
- Can I have it?
- It's loaded.
Chill, I know guns.
Give it back.
Can I try?
Kiss your family goodbye!
That's not how it's done.
Show me.
It's not a toy, guys.
Help me, dude!
Let him have his fun.
Tupac style.
Nice!
- Do something!
- Chill.
Snoop Dogg style.
You rock.
Cut it out.
Fifty Cent style...
- Sweet.
- Thanks, nigga.
Stop it, Delete.
Delete style...
Fuck, no!
- What'd you do?
- Wasn't me!
I got you, loser!
- Asshole!
- Are you insane?
Look guys, look!
Shit.
Guys, wait up!
Serial Killer!
Guys...
wait up!
Guys, please!
Ok, kid...
I'm not mad at you
for shooting at me, ok?
On the contrary.
It was kinda cool.
It was a pebble.
What?
A pebble.
Delete!
Up here!
Delete, c'mon!
Move your ass!
Hide, dude!
Good job, dude.
Thanks.
It wasn't hard.
Give us the gun.
Can I keep it a while?
- No, give it.
- No.
Why not?
I gave it away.
- Funny.
- You're hilarious.
- Where is it?
- Seriously.
I gave it to him to make amends.
Are you kidding?
I don't believe you.
What a douche.
No worries, nigga.
I know where he's going.
That lighthouse is in Quiberon.
Yeah, so?
So he's going to Quiberon.
Huh? What?
I got his license plate.
We're saved.
I'm dead.
Bitch!
Fuck...
Niggas, fuck the gun.
Let's hit the party.
We'll never get a ride.
Let's go home.
We'll kick his ass.
You hold him
and I'll kick him.
We lost the gun.
This is serious.
We gotta find it.
First Quiberon,
then the fag.
Thug life, dog?
Serial Killer.
We gotta split up.
That's what I'm saying.
Me and Copkiller.
You and your bro. Don't lose him.
- No way!
- C'mon.
I got somethin' to do.
Go home.
What?
You're scared.
Scared to get beat up.
That's not it.
Sure it is.
You're chicken.
Fuck this shit!
You're a biatch
in badass clothes.
No I'm not.
I'm ashamed to be your brother.
I got a date with a girl.
- To fuck her.
- What?
You can't find your dick.
Seriously, look.
What's this shit?
Get lost then.
Go home, swear?
Make an effort.
What for?
We'll find the gun.
Trust me.
Call on your Chi.
Cut the Chinese crap.
Remember Bodhidharma
and Kung Fu?
Yeah.
He got stuck in a cave
during the coldest winter.
Mister Freeze stalactites
everywhere, man!
- Dude was pissin' popsicles.
- I get it.
His monk friends forgot all about him.
One day one of 'em was like,
where is he?
They thought he was dead.
Know how they found him?
No, how?
In great shape!
Naked, kissing a tree,
the snow melting around him.
Psycho, right?
What's your point?
Just gotta believe.
Give me a break.
A lighthouse sticker
means he's going to Quiberon?
If you don't trust me,
I'll go alone.
Sorry, you're right.
I'll kiss a tree
and a car will stop.
I'm going to Quiberon.
Need a ride?
Comin'?
Just luck.
Shit!
What about Quiberon?
Keep cool, fool.
Just a detour, manure.
Can I borrow your Iceman T-shirt?
- If you take us to Quiberon.
- No prob, dude.
Biatch, where's the fag who lives here?
- I think he's...
- You don't know.
Your bitch is too fat!
What's he doing?
He said 5 minutes.
He's a Rasta, dude.
So?
They have
a different concept of time.
Hang on.
Shit, my dad!
What do I do?
Hurry up!
- Let it ring.
- What?
- Don't hang up.
- What?
Fuck, no!
Copkiller here, have no fear
Tell me what I wanna hear!
Malo, I take it you're feeling better.
Could you call me, please?
I'm just a tad worried.
Fuck, I'm dead.
- What?
- He knows I snuck out.
You jerk!
I thought it was the gun.
I'm a jerk?
- You made me lose his gun.
- How so?
I didn't care what Sylvain said.
Why'd you get so mad?
This morning my uncle called...
I don't give a shit!
Why do I listen to you?
No one's forcing you.
Just stay in your boring life.
What?
"I'm a good student,
I make my dad proud."
Look at you.
Think you're a gangster?
Nobody's scared.
The others are right.
You're a loser.
Retard!
Menace!
Come back! Sorry!
Can't wait
to be away from you.
I didn't mean it,
I was upset.
I don't care!
You'll miss me
when I'm gone.
I can't find the gun
without you.
So you need me?
Yeah. I'm sorry.
I'll find it, then we're done.
Shit.
Beefcake,
Amber is yours in 5 minutes
You guys lost or what?
Yo dogs, whassup?
What'd you say?
Actually,
this guy was supposed
to take us to Quiberon.
But don't worry.
The heat's on us too,
we won't snitch.
Snitch about what?
Shut up.
Know Barf and Belch?
Guilty!
Get outta town, Goulven!
Gonna drop 'em off?
No stress, man.
When I finish this
we're off to Zion.
What's Zion?
Ok, kids.
Go sit over there.
"Go sit over there."
While he finishes.
Hello.
Civilian clothes suit you.
Malo ran away.
Shit.
Is he here by any chance?
I don't know.
Well, could you check?
Loic, Brieuc? You there?
Hello.
Hello, sir.
The latest
"Battle of Wakfu Kingdom Fire."
Know it?
No, you don't.
Malo's not here.
Nor are our kids.
There you go. Sorry.
What do you mean?
- Wanna play?
- Where are your kids?
No idea.
Me neither.
When'll they be home?
No idea at all.
They do whatever they like?
Usually I'm in charge.
Those little rascals are naughty!
I'm not happy.
I'll give them a good talking to!
Bad news for them.
Do they have a phone?
- Sure.
- Like everyone.
We bought one.
Right.
Yeah, what?
You tell me, big boy!
Big boy?
What's with you?
Hey, now!
That's better.
- That's better!
- Where are they?
Where are you?
I'm at a party,
Virgin's on a ride.
Good luck.
You're punished, pumpkin!
Like it or not.
So...
How's the party?
Having fun I hope?
Are they nice?
Gotta go, I'm on a mission.
Ok, but don't be late.
- Shut your trap.
- What?
C'mon, dammit!
Fuck, so uncool.
Amber! It doesn't matter.
Florence, please!
Giving me the silent treatment?
Excuse me, man.
- What?
- Are we going?
Yeah.
What're you doing?
Gotta finish it.
Gimme some.
If I finish the candy vodka,
will you french me?
I don't think so.
JB, get some booze
at the restaurant.
Ok, but tell your little friends
to go easy.
Gotcha.
Get lost, dude!
Hey, Ricky Martin!
Messed with my posse?
You dirty little ho!
What?
- Talkin' to me?
- Yeah, ho!
What's wrong with you?
Fuck...
Scare you, Machine?
The name's Sabine.
Ok, cool.
You ok?
Not really.
Like my make-up?
Uh... yeah.
- Really?
- Yeah, a lot.
Cool.
What'd you say?
- What?
- You said something.
I don't think so.
Sorry.
I get it.
What?
I coughed, so...
- maybe you...
- Cool.
Take this off.
Sorry, thought I had.
Sometimes I forget at home too.
- What's that?
- What's what?
That thing you....
Shit, sorry!
Stop apologizing. It's all good.
You're right, sorry.
Shit.
Hey, Amber?
Yeah?
I'm gonna spank you,
you horny little biatch,
I know you want it.
Yeah... Beefcake,
hung like a horse...
Send me to the shiny moon
with your velvet rod.
You're gonna get it. I'm gonna...
tear your ass up.
You big slut!
- What's his problem?
- Dunno, ask him!
- Fuck him!
- I'm thirsty...
I'm thirsty...
You're drinking all the ammo!
- Yeah, stupid!
- I'm thirsty...
- Ouch!
- Sorry.
I don't call this peace.
Without team spirit, we die.
- How'd we win in '98?
- Dunno, I wasn't born.
They're here, we lost.
Don't worry, I'm on it.
- Just a scratch.
- You cheat!
What do we do?
We jump, men.
For real?
C'mon.
You ok?
Dunno.
- Wanna stop?
- Yes.
I mean yes, let's do it.
- You seem upset.
- It's just...
I can't see without my glasses.
Gotta hit the kitchen
for ammo.
I wasted Goulven!
Got my bullet-proof vest!
You're dead now!
Fuck him up!
Son of a bitch.
Could you move your ass?
Hey you, off my bike.
Are you ok?
Did I hurt you?
Not yet.
Bye, kiddo.
Get off the road,
it's dangerous.
Can you drop me off?
I'm running late,
my mom might worry.
Where do you live?
Quiberon.
You're lucky.
I sure am.
Mean Dog
Hellish!
- What?
- Gotta go.
I ditched my brother.
He'll get raped.
Little brother? How old?
Three.
Really? Better go get him.
That's what I said.
Off I go.
Thanks a lot.
Brieuc, cut it out.
- I've got an idea.
- What?
We'll take my mom's car.
Are you sure?
Enough, guys!
This isn't a stadium.
It's Laetitia!
- Who?
- Laetitia!
- Who's she?
- His girl.
Got a girl?
Yeah, I do!
Leave a message!
He's got a girl, awesome!
Hello, Laetitia...
Just wanted to say
you're really pretty.
Super sweet and refined.
And you're not dumb
like some fat whore.
I'll save you from Sylvain's party,
cuz I love you, Laetitia!
"Even kids can dream..."
It's stupid to make fun.
I didn't call Laetitia.
I called your house.
No way. And my dad?
Right in the ass!
"Even kids can dream
Kids can have feelings
I want him to kiss me on the lips
Not like a child..."
Come out of your shell!
We'll find him.
It's ok, I've got my bike.
No, I won't let you down.
I'm coming.
Ok.
Florence?
- What?
- Can I drive?
Of course... Beefcake.
Hey, Goulve!
Don't leave yet.
You're the winner.
My trophies!
Buck up, dude.
Go home, Iceman.
Drive that beater home.
Right, this is your turf.
Wait for me!
Brothers and sisters,
old friends, new friends,
two by two
they share the adventure.
Palliative treatment includes sedation
to ease the pain.
Hot in here, isn't it?
You said it, it's awful!
I think I'll have to get naked.
For real?
'Course not, kiddo!
Just joking.
It's not funny.
Slam some rhymes
on my sex chat line.
Serial Killer!
- Yeah?
- Where are you?
"Fair are you?"
Is King Kong there?
Who is this?
Delete. Is my bro with you?
No, don't think so.
Aren't you in Quiberon?
Why would we be in Quib...
How's school?
Got a girlfriend?
Not really.
- No?
- Girls don't get me.
Every time I try with one,
she dumps me.
They're so lame.
Girls are weird.
How do you go about it?
I call 'em hoes.
Biatches, y'know.
So they know I rule,
I'm top dog.
Get it?
Yeah, I get it.
That's why I prefer girls like you.
Old girls.
Can I give you some tips
about girls, kiddo?
Sure.
But don't call me kiddo.
It bugs me.
Ok.
Hello, Alexandra?
I was just calling to find out if,
by chance,
Malo is with you?
Yeah, you know,
it's vacation,
so I let him go out, and now...
Sure, I'll send you a text
so I don't bother you.
Bye, honey.
Sorry, I mean Alexandra.
Bye.
Where the fuck is he?
What'd you want to tell me?
What d'you mean?
The thing about your uncle.
The thing is...
What the hell?
West Side!
Where'd you get it?
Hitchhiking didn't pan out.
- Sweet!
- Where's your bro?
Hang on.
So...
Stop that, please.
Stealing was the only option.
I sent King Kong home.
- Right.
- Gimme the keys.
Stroke of luck,
I found this car with keys
and came for you.
Get in.
- And your head?
- Hit the steering wheel.
Bummer.
What's this crap?
- I'll be DJ.
- Yeah.
Where's your bro?
No idea,
I keep telling you.
Dude lost his brother!
Bitches!
Hey, lil' bro.
Screening me? That's cool.
I took your advice.
I found the posse.
I got us a car.
We need you now, bro.
Hope you're ok.
Yo, Serial Killer!
Love you.
- Weird he's not answering.
- Yeah.
- Fuck, it's King Kong!
- And?
Freaky shit, man.
- What?
- Outta control!
- Yeah.
- What happened?
He's dead, dude.
What?
Here, look.
I scored
Don't wait 4 me
Cops at 12 o'clock!
What?
I got it under control.
Sure. You're 15,
driving a stolen car...
He has a point.
Rebel without a cause, dudes.
Gimme a break.
Rebel without a cause.
What the fuck?
- WTF?
- Vin Diesel style!
Too cool!
Insane, dude. You rule!
Shit, so uncool.
Fuck.
What's wrong?
- Car's dead.
- Shit.
It's ok, we can walk.
- What?
- Cool.
Get out.
Hey, dudes.
What's with him?
Get out.
C'mon, dude!
Wait.
What?
We can't leave the car here.
Why not?
The guy I stole it from
will never find it.
Great. Let's go.
Fuck!
C'mon, screw the car.
It's Amber's car.
What?
You met the internet babe? When?
The fag got a real girl!
She's not really my girl.
Yo, my nigga!
Delete popped his cherry!
- What's she like?
- You know her.
If it's Laetitia you're dead.
The music teacher?
- As if!
- No, it's Florence.
I think I'm in love.
The goth girl is Amber.
Are you kidding?
She's hideous!
I think I'm gonna puke.
Why?
- Gross!
- Did your mom rape you?
She must stink of death!
I don't get it.
Fuck you fags,
you stupid bastards!
I've taken all I can take from you!
You never listen, I don't exist!
You make my lil' bro diss me.
Listen, Delete...
You're his idol.
Not me.
He doesn't like me.
Listen, dude,
we're sorry,
we'll be careful.
If you like her,
we like her too.
Absolutely, bro.
- Let's take that car back.
- Thanks.
So she's cool?
Totally.
She's Goth cuz she's shy.
- It's her shell.
- Did you fuck?
I had to rescue you,
but it would've been amazing.
Let's give it all we got!
Shit.
This is so beyond uncool.
We'll come back for it.
I promise.
It's hard to catch a black cat
in a dark room.
Especially when it's in there.
Hi Fred, how are you?
Bad, obviously.
No! You have to go.
I gotta tell you something.
What?
My mom is actually a man.
My parents are two men.
How cool! Go on, scram.
You don't get it.
I've never seen breasts.
Can you show me yours?
It'll happen for you someday,
I promise.
It might not.
Let me talk.
Sorry, honey.
Ciao, Piccolo!
You can't treat a child this way.
Menace,
I don't get the black cat thing.
Chinese proverb.
Means catching a black cat
in a dark room is hard.
If he's in there. Metaphor.
Right, of course.
What's it got to do with me?
No point looking for trouble
if there is none.
Asian psychology. Dig?
But I do have a problem.
Isn't it: "Hard to catch
a black cat in a dark room
if it's not there?"
No, I don't think so.
Anyway, who cares.
If she loves you,
she'll forgive you.
- Think so?
- Totally.
Cool.
Hello, Emile.
Hello.
Luckily I took a picture.
Saved you again!
Great. Now what?
Dunno.
We go there.
No way!
We get his address at the club.
You're one lucky dude.
Then what?
We find the gun
and you return it.
- Back to the future!
- And the fag?
I'll get him one day.
Afraid he's frenching Laetitia?
"The toad's spit
never touches the dove."
That's not Chinese.
All animal stuff is Chinese.
Zoophilia, even?
In Chinese circuses,
girls get it on with horses
and small dogs.
That's all circuses.
No, Chinese girls are tiny,
animals can reach them easier.
Peruvians and Mexicans too.
What're you doing?
I'm happy to see you.
Get out of here,
I'll be fired.
Surprise.
Is that real?
Totally.
- Exciting, right?
- Get that away from me!
Get out of here.
You have penis issues.
As if.
I don't see the link.
Hang on... Hang on!
You got a girl?
- Yeah!
- Leave a message!
He's got a girl!
Hello, Laetitia...
Just wanted to say
you're really pretty.
Super sweet and refined.
And you're not dumb
like some fat whore.
I'll save you from Sylvain's party,
cuz I love you, Laetitia!
I love you!
Sorry, we are closed
We'll come tomorrow.
Don't have much choice.
Where'll we sleep tonight?
Here, under the stars.
You're in your PJs.
Won't your dad worry?
No, I left him a message.
Cool.
Coming?
One day this guy told me,
"Kiss a tree, believe,
and everything works out."
What a load of bullshit.
Everything I do goes balls up.
Hardly.
We'll see the guy...
Are you kidding me?
Your dad's gonna know
you stole his gun.
It's over.
You trusted me
and I fucked it up.
The main thing is giving it back.
He'll be mad...
You were right.
I'm a big loser.
What does that make me?
If it weren't for you,
I'd be a good, obedient little boy.
I didn't tell you...
My grandma's losing her marbles.
I can't stay with her.
I'm moving to my uncle's.
- What?
- Why didn't you tell us?
I tried.
Shit.
I'm sorry.
Alsace! Rough.
Weird accent.
Sucks for rap.
Colmar.
The Far East, nigga.
- What was that?
- Dunno.
You bastards can't stop me!
- We're here to help you!
- Not true.
This is a prison!
He's right.
The fucking nurses
think they're wardens.
Stop!
Why should I play scrabble all day?
Just waiting to die?
- What're you doing?
- Pooping.
Go to the toilet!
Here, cutie.
- What?
- Cover me.
I'll get the car.
Ok. Awesome!
Don't panic.
Gilda?
Come help me.
No! Look, guys.
Serial!
Killer!
- I'm so happy!
- Me too, bro.
You got the gun! Give it here.
You're a star, dude!
Why are you here?
Come meet my girl.
I swear she was here.
Sure.
Shit, the cops.
- Think it's my dad?
- No, relax.
Let's move!
Hasta la vista, baby!
Shit!
That way!
Hide the gun.
Cut the light.
Fuck.
This way.
Go for it!
- Hurry!
- Help me.
Get up there!
"How handsome you are
My lovely blond angel
My loving lips
At the touch of your skin
Faint dead away..."
Fucking hell!
What's going on?
Evening, ma'am.
Get out!
Get going.
What are you doing?
Get out!
Everything alright, ma'am?
Step back!
They're up there!
There must be a ladder
or something.
Gimme a boost.
Let's go.
- Anything?
- No luck.
- You?
- Nada, dude.
Shit!
Hurry up.
Cops everywhere!
Fuck!
You ok?
Fuck this shit.
- Take this!
- What for?
Block their path.
- What do we do?
- Dunno!
We're fucked.
Hang on, guys.
We won't get caught.
What?
Check it out.
What do we do?
We jump, men.
Forget it, dude.
You're nuts.
No.
Yes, dude.
Cocoon!
Look at him go!
What now, guys?
Look!
Crazy.
Careful, dude.
We got 'em good!
Left, turn left!
If you do,
I'll never be bad again.
Hey guys, know what?
We're going home.
Seriously?
- Awesome.
- Can't wait.
So cool!
So much booze!
- Shall we?
- Big time.
- Thanks.
- Awesome.
Dude,
that jump in the pool was whack.
Sure was.
You aced it. Respect.
Thanks, guys.
Want some?
You bet.
Respect, nigga.
Proud to be your bro.
Thanks, brother.
The booze is here.
Get a load of this!
These guys take party crashing
to a whole new level!
Pure genius.
Must've been your idea.
I'm impressed.
Come help me.
Off my property, dickface.
On your knees, asshole!
My friend's no dickface.
Your toy doesn't scare me.
Get on your knees and apologize.
Stop, it's pointless.
Leave it.
Do it now!
Got shit for brains?
Get down!
Apologize.
Apologize, dammit!
Do it!
Don't you get it?
Apologize.
Malo!
Lower the gun, Malo.
Malo, please.
Do what your dad says.
Malo, lower the gun.
You son of a bitch!
Thanks for that, dude.
You're welcome.
Come on out.
Thanks.
Wait here.
Go sit down.
You're coming with me.
What can I say?
You know how I feel.
Excuse me, can I explain?
I called your mom to reassure her.
But she's right.
How so?
I let you wear what you want,
use big words I don't understand...
I'm too nice.
I tried to be your friend
but you need a dad.
I was stupid.
Promise me you'll never do it again.
I promise.
You can go.
I love you, Dad.
So?
- We're free.
- Dope!
- Cool.
- Amazing, dude!
- How'd you do it?
- Blamed you.
Thirsty?
Yeah, big time.
Cheers.
For you!
"Even kids can dream
Even kids have feelings..."
That was my doing.
I went to the party
and saw that ladies' man.
I filled the bottle with shit.
Drop dead!
- Nice!
- What's your message?
Nothing. Spam.
You ok?
Yeah, don't worry.
See you around.
Let's blow this hick town.
Go to the real West Coast.
Great idea.
California, niggas!
Weed and lowriders for days!
Don't be dumb.
We'll buy real Timberlands.
I'll bone a biatch a day,
minimum!
We leave Monday at sunrise?
The Bretons are coming!
West Side!
Bye, guys.
Menace?
We did prison time.
We're real gangstas.
So what happened to you guys?
We were with these crazy dealers.
Freaky dudes, man.
No way, you lie.
- You smoked pot?
- Big time.
You bastards! And?
- Amazing. Can't remember a thing.
- Too bad.
How was the old folks' home?
Insane.
You'll never believe me.
How'd you find the gun?
That's another story.
When the dude drove off,
I spied a fingernail on the road.
- No way.
- Way!
- So I called the lab.
- The Russians?
Exactly.
Bingo, DNA evidence.
All I needed
was a ride to his house.
That's when
the nuclear bomb pulled up.
I had to bone her, natch.
- Tough job.
- Dream job, you mean!
Then things got ugly.
I had to fight off 20 guys...
Subtitles by Sionann O'Neill - a.s.i.f.
- Nothing.
- Erwan?
- Yo, nigga?
Your uncle's coming tomorrow.
Ok.
Later, Chewbacca.
Hurry Malo, we're late.
What're you doing?
Shit!
Some T-shirt.
From your mom's boyfriend, I suppose?
Dad!
Menace loaned it to me.
It's pretty cool.
Totally fresh and fly!
- Isn't that it?
- Sure.
You'll ride it one day, kiddo.
Too dangerous now.
Takes a special license.
It blows being your brother.
Keep us in mind
Drive kind
Dad, stop.
Why?
They'll see you.
- It's the last day. Can't I?
- No.
See you right after school?
Dad, let me chill.
Call me at least!
Ok... maybe. I'll see.
Catch the bad guys.
You too, thanks.
Have a nice chill.
Be good.
Let's go, kids.
C'mon!
Off the bus.
"Off the bus please, sir."
Off the bus please, sir.
Go on.
Hey, bros.
- Too sly!
- You nailed it.
- What happened?
- West Side!
Menace showed her.
Who? Tell me.
- That bus driver bitch.
- She's so rude.
What a tool.
He looked her right in the retina.
Like, 10 minutes.
She pissed in her miniskirt, the biatch!
I just reminded her who we are.
Serial Killer!
Next time I'll shut her up for good.
West Side!
Listen, Menace.
Crazy thing happened to me too.
This dude was into my bike...
Fuck...
Only 2 more months.
Yeah, high school chicks are hot.
Goodbye, farm girls!
We'll be scorin'...
like...
total fags.
Guys?
Think it'll be easier in Lorient
to get girls?
You got your internet girl.
She's special.
I meant sex.
Right, sorry.
Dude, they'll see we're gangstas.
They'll go ape.
We're so gonna get laid!
You like that, bitch?
Delete's your man!
Take it, eat it, hoe!
Get lost, creepy girls.
Let it go, nigga.
They stink of death.
Guys, you'll never guess!
Crazy shit!
- The gym teacher hit on me.
- The whore!
He's full of shit.
Shut up.
Check it out.
Showing me her boobs!
Totally.
She picked up a ball.
Shut up!
You're jealous.
As if!
Hey, Loic!
Let's go.
I'll have to bone her!
Serial Killer!
- Yeah, nigga!
- Thug life!
She's butt ugly anyway.
Yo?
Coming!
Just a second, guys.
Go on, go.
Laetitia?
Can I ask you something?
- You won't laugh?
- No, promise.
Does your dad work for Microsoft?
I like your Xbox!
Just teasing.
I'm having a party later.
- Wanna come?
- Sure. Just a sec.
So close.
Hi, Malo. What's up?
Leaving for break?
Yeah, no...
I'm around next week.
Then I'll be with my mom.
I'm sticking around.
Wanna hang out?
Totally.
Call me, ok?
Totally.
Cool.
Excuse me, I gotta go.
Chill, biatch.
Yeah, nigga!
You rock, dude!
Let's hear it.
I nailed it.
I called her biatch.
Bet she loved that.
C'mon kids, hurry up.
I've got a surprise.
Gonna be ace!
Go on, I'll catch up.
Grandma told me
you're coming tomorrow.
Why, though?
No, tell me now.
What?
I take good care of Grandma.
What the fuck
will I do in Alsace?
Ok, bye.
"With my rocker heart
I never could say I love you
But Mom, I loved you
Like nobody else ever did
I was still just
a teenager
Living the life of an outsider..."
Dreamt of u
Woke up wet
Wanna meet
FOR REAL??!!
Your place, biatch!
U gonna COME!!!
Brieuc!
No interest in music?
Yes.
It's about a rebel,
you can relate.
Come up here.
Knock 'em dead.
I'll beatbox for you.
Sing it on your own.
Everything ok with you?
Perfect.
"With my rocker heart
I never could say I love you..."
For Laetitia.
Take it.
Pass it.
Are you retarded?
Pass it, asshole!
Be polite, young man.
Respect my bro, muthafucka!
Erwan, that's not nice.
"Respect my bro, muthafucka!"
- It's not funny!
- Chill.
Don't make fun of Bieber.
Erwan, please sit down.
Know what SWAG means?
Secretly We Are Gay.
You're fags.
Know what?
We'll fuck you up.
Asshole.
Who do you think you are?
Fags!
Clowns!
Stop it!
Assholes!
Buttfucker!
You're pathetic.
Fucking stop it!
I'll waste every one of you!
I'll fuck him up.
The bastard!
Fuckin' snob.
B there in 2hrs slut...
B afraid biatch!
We'll show him who's boss.
Am I right?
Totally.
Nobody messes with our posse.
Yo, niggas. Whassup?
I know.
We'll crash his stupid party.
Humiliate him at home.
- What?
- His place.
I can't go, guys.
We'll bring him to his knees.
He'll beg forgiveness.
Respect, nigga.
Serial Killer!
Hang on.
There's gonna be tons of them.
You're such a weak link.
Delete's right.
- See?
- We need something.
A gun.
Not my dad, please.
Meet at your house.
That's the shit! You rule!
So what went down?
- Hi there.
- Gotta go.
Bye.
Hi.
- Was that Mom?
- Yeah.
You're in PJs.
Our bike ride?
Sorry, I think I'm getting sick.
Shall I call the doc?
No, I just need some rest.
So, is your mom doing alright?
Yeah, sure.
Are you?
Grandma, I'm going out.
Yo Chewbacca,
what're you doing?
Tidying up for your uncle.
You're sweet, Grandma.
So are you, dear.
The Tour de France is...
- Nailed it.
- Wait.
Check it out!
- Shit!
- I'm on it.
- Your dad!
- What's he doing?
Your dad!
Feeling better?
Hide, dude!
Not really.
Just getting some air.
He blew it again.
Don't move!
Get some rest.
Fuck!
What'd you do?
What?
Dude, you got a problem!
Admit it, it turns you on!
Clown!
Serial Killer!
Wait for me, guys!
West Side!
- Gimme, nigga!
- I rule.
Magnum, nigga!
Hey, guys...
Sig Sauer 9mm.
That fag'll shit himself.
Gimme a little credit.
Let's do it.
There's a problem.
What is it?
You're wearin' PJs.
Fag!
It's Iceman, a collector's item.
I'll loan you some duds.
Don't leave me with this nerd!
No time!
We gotta go to Sylvain's now.
Move it.
This is so uncool.
Gimme it, c'mon.
- Here.
- You're nuts.
- Can I have it?
- It's loaded.
Chill, I know guns.
Give it back.
Can I try?
Kiss your family goodbye!
That's not how it's done.
Show me.
It's not a toy, guys.
Help me, dude!
Let him have his fun.
Tupac style.
Nice!
- Do something!
- Chill.
Snoop Dogg style.
You rock.
Cut it out.
Fifty Cent style...
- Sweet.
- Thanks, nigga.
Stop it, Delete.
Delete style...
Fuck, no!
- What'd you do?
- Wasn't me!
I got you, loser!
- Asshole!
- Are you insane?
Look guys, look!
Shit.
Guys, wait up!
Serial Killer!
Guys...
wait up!
Guys, please!
Ok, kid...
I'm not mad at you
for shooting at me, ok?
On the contrary.
It was kinda cool.
It was a pebble.
What?
A pebble.
Delete!
Up here!
Delete, c'mon!
Move your ass!
Hide, dude!
Good job, dude.
Thanks.
It wasn't hard.
Give us the gun.
Can I keep it a while?
- No, give it.
- No.
Why not?
I gave it away.
- Funny.
- You're hilarious.
- Where is it?
- Seriously.
I gave it to him to make amends.
Are you kidding?
I don't believe you.
What a douche.
No worries, nigga.
I know where he's going.
That lighthouse is in Quiberon.
Yeah, so?
So he's going to Quiberon.
Huh? What?
I got his license plate.
We're saved.
I'm dead.
Bitch!
Fuck...
Niggas, fuck the gun.
Let's hit the party.
We'll never get a ride.
Let's go home.
We'll kick his ass.
You hold him
and I'll kick him.
We lost the gun.
This is serious.
We gotta find it.
First Quiberon,
then the fag.
Thug life, dog?
Serial Killer.
We gotta split up.
That's what I'm saying.
Me and Copkiller.
You and your bro. Don't lose him.
- No way!
- C'mon.
I got somethin' to do.
Go home.
What?
You're scared.
Scared to get beat up.
That's not it.
Sure it is.
You're chicken.
Fuck this shit!
You're a biatch
in badass clothes.
No I'm not.
I'm ashamed to be your brother.
I got a date with a girl.
- To fuck her.
- What?
You can't find your dick.
Seriously, look.
What's this shit?
Get lost then.
Go home, swear?
Make an effort.
What for?
We'll find the gun.
Trust me.
Call on your Chi.
Cut the Chinese crap.
Remember Bodhidharma
and Kung Fu?
Yeah.
He got stuck in a cave
during the coldest winter.
Mister Freeze stalactites
everywhere, man!
- Dude was pissin' popsicles.
- I get it.
His monk friends forgot all about him.
One day one of 'em was like,
where is he?
They thought he was dead.
Know how they found him?
No, how?
In great shape!
Naked, kissing a tree,
the snow melting around him.
Psycho, right?
What's your point?
Just gotta believe.
Give me a break.
A lighthouse sticker
means he's going to Quiberon?
If you don't trust me,
I'll go alone.
Sorry, you're right.
I'll kiss a tree
and a car will stop.
I'm going to Quiberon.
Need a ride?
Comin'?
Just luck.
Shit!
What about Quiberon?
Keep cool, fool.
Just a detour, manure.
Can I borrow your Iceman T-shirt?
- If you take us to Quiberon.
- No prob, dude.
Biatch, where's the fag who lives here?
- I think he's...
- You don't know.
Your bitch is too fat!
What's he doing?
He said 5 minutes.
He's a Rasta, dude.
So?
They have
a different concept of time.
Hang on.
Shit, my dad!
What do I do?
Hurry up!
- Let it ring.
- What?
- Don't hang up.
- What?
Fuck, no!
Copkiller here, have no fear
Tell me what I wanna hear!
Malo, I take it you're feeling better.
Could you call me, please?
I'm just a tad worried.
Fuck, I'm dead.
- What?
- He knows I snuck out.
You jerk!
I thought it was the gun.
I'm a jerk?
- You made me lose his gun.
- How so?
I didn't care what Sylvain said.
Why'd you get so mad?
This morning my uncle called...
I don't give a shit!
Why do I listen to you?
No one's forcing you.
Just stay in your boring life.
What?
"I'm a good student,
I make my dad proud."
Look at you.
Think you're a gangster?
Nobody's scared.
The others are right.
You're a loser.
Retard!
Menace!
Come back! Sorry!
Can't wait
to be away from you.
I didn't mean it,
I was upset.
I don't care!
You'll miss me
when I'm gone.
I can't find the gun
without you.
So you need me?
Yeah. I'm sorry.
I'll find it, then we're done.
Shit.
Beefcake,
Amber is yours in 5 minutes
You guys lost or what?
Yo dogs, whassup?
What'd you say?
Actually,
this guy was supposed
to take us to Quiberon.
But don't worry.
The heat's on us too,
we won't snitch.
Snitch about what?
Shut up.
Know Barf and Belch?
Guilty!
Get outta town, Goulven!
Gonna drop 'em off?
No stress, man.
When I finish this
we're off to Zion.
What's Zion?
Ok, kids.
Go sit over there.
"Go sit over there."
While he finishes.
Hello.
Civilian clothes suit you.
Malo ran away.
Shit.
Is he here by any chance?
I don't know.
Well, could you check?
Loic, Brieuc? You there?
Hello.
Hello, sir.
The latest
"Battle of Wakfu Kingdom Fire."
Know it?
No, you don't.
Malo's not here.
Nor are our kids.
There you go. Sorry.
What do you mean?
- Wanna play?
- Where are your kids?
No idea.
Me neither.
When'll they be home?
No idea at all.
They do whatever they like?
Usually I'm in charge.
Those little rascals are naughty!
I'm not happy.
I'll give them a good talking to!
Bad news for them.
Do they have a phone?
- Sure.
- Like everyone.
We bought one.
Right.
Yeah, what?
You tell me, big boy!
Big boy?
What's with you?
Hey, now!
That's better.
- That's better!
- Where are they?
Where are you?
I'm at a party,
Virgin's on a ride.
Good luck.
You're punished, pumpkin!
Like it or not.
So...
How's the party?
Having fun I hope?
Are they nice?
Gotta go, I'm on a mission.
Ok, but don't be late.
- Shut your trap.
- What?
C'mon, dammit!
Fuck, so uncool.
Amber! It doesn't matter.
Florence, please!
Giving me the silent treatment?
Excuse me, man.
- What?
- Are we going?
Yeah.
What're you doing?
Gotta finish it.
Gimme some.
If I finish the candy vodka,
will you french me?
I don't think so.
JB, get some booze
at the restaurant.
Ok, but tell your little friends
to go easy.
Gotcha.
Get lost, dude!
Hey, Ricky Martin!
Messed with my posse?
You dirty little ho!
What?
- Talkin' to me?
- Yeah, ho!
What's wrong with you?
Fuck...
Scare you, Machine?
The name's Sabine.
Ok, cool.
You ok?
Not really.
Like my make-up?
Uh... yeah.
- Really?
- Yeah, a lot.
Cool.
What'd you say?
- What?
- You said something.
I don't think so.
Sorry.
I get it.
What?
I coughed, so...
- maybe you...
- Cool.
Take this off.
Sorry, thought I had.
Sometimes I forget at home too.
- What's that?
- What's what?
That thing you....
Shit, sorry!
Stop apologizing. It's all good.
You're right, sorry.
Shit.
Hey, Amber?
Yeah?
I'm gonna spank you,
you horny little biatch,
I know you want it.
Yeah... Beefcake,
hung like a horse...
Send me to the shiny moon
with your velvet rod.
You're gonna get it. I'm gonna...
tear your ass up.
You big slut!
- What's his problem?
- Dunno, ask him!
- Fuck him!
- I'm thirsty...
I'm thirsty...
You're drinking all the ammo!
- Yeah, stupid!
- I'm thirsty...
- Ouch!
- Sorry.
I don't call this peace.
Without team spirit, we die.
- How'd we win in '98?
- Dunno, I wasn't born.
They're here, we lost.
Don't worry, I'm on it.
- Just a scratch.
- You cheat!
What do we do?
We jump, men.
For real?
C'mon.
You ok?
Dunno.
- Wanna stop?
- Yes.
I mean yes, let's do it.
- You seem upset.
- It's just...
I can't see without my glasses.
Gotta hit the kitchen
for ammo.
I wasted Goulven!
Got my bullet-proof vest!
You're dead now!
Fuck him up!
Son of a bitch.
Could you move your ass?
Hey you, off my bike.
Are you ok?
Did I hurt you?
Not yet.
Bye, kiddo.
Get off the road,
it's dangerous.
Can you drop me off?
I'm running late,
my mom might worry.
Where do you live?
Quiberon.
You're lucky.
I sure am.
Mean Dog
Hellish!
- What?
- Gotta go.
I ditched my brother.
He'll get raped.
Little brother? How old?
Three.
Really? Better go get him.
That's what I said.
Off I go.
Thanks a lot.
Brieuc, cut it out.
- I've got an idea.
- What?
We'll take my mom's car.
Are you sure?
Enough, guys!
This isn't a stadium.
It's Laetitia!
- Who?
- Laetitia!
- Who's she?
- His girl.
Got a girl?
Yeah, I do!
Leave a message!
He's got a girl, awesome!
Hello, Laetitia...
Just wanted to say
you're really pretty.
Super sweet and refined.
And you're not dumb
like some fat whore.
I'll save you from Sylvain's party,
cuz I love you, Laetitia!
"Even kids can dream..."
It's stupid to make fun.
I didn't call Laetitia.
I called your house.
No way. And my dad?
Right in the ass!
"Even kids can dream
Kids can have feelings
I want him to kiss me on the lips
Not like a child..."
Come out of your shell!
We'll find him.
It's ok, I've got my bike.
No, I won't let you down.
I'm coming.
Ok.
Florence?
- What?
- Can I drive?
Of course... Beefcake.
Hey, Goulve!
Don't leave yet.
You're the winner.
My trophies!
Buck up, dude.
Go home, Iceman.
Drive that beater home.
Right, this is your turf.
Wait for me!
Brothers and sisters,
old friends, new friends,
two by two
they share the adventure.
Palliative treatment includes sedation
to ease the pain.
Hot in here, isn't it?
You said it, it's awful!
I think I'll have to get naked.
For real?
'Course not, kiddo!
Just joking.
It's not funny.
Slam some rhymes
on my sex chat line.
Serial Killer!
- Yeah?
- Where are you?
"Fair are you?"
Is King Kong there?
Who is this?
Delete. Is my bro with you?
No, don't think so.
Aren't you in Quiberon?
Why would we be in Quib...
How's school?
Got a girlfriend?
Not really.
- No?
- Girls don't get me.
Every time I try with one,
she dumps me.
They're so lame.
Girls are weird.
How do you go about it?
I call 'em hoes.
Biatches, y'know.
So they know I rule,
I'm top dog.
Get it?
Yeah, I get it.
That's why I prefer girls like you.
Old girls.
Can I give you some tips
about girls, kiddo?
Sure.
But don't call me kiddo.
It bugs me.
Ok.
Hello, Alexandra?
I was just calling to find out if,
by chance,
Malo is with you?
Yeah, you know,
it's vacation,
so I let him go out, and now...
Sure, I'll send you a text
so I don't bother you.
Bye, honey.
Sorry, I mean Alexandra.
Bye.
Where the fuck is he?
What'd you want to tell me?
What d'you mean?
The thing about your uncle.
The thing is...
What the hell?
West Side!
Where'd you get it?
Hitchhiking didn't pan out.
- Sweet!
- Where's your bro?
Hang on.
So...
Stop that, please.
Stealing was the only option.
I sent King Kong home.
- Right.
- Gimme the keys.
Stroke of luck,
I found this car with keys
and came for you.
Get in.
- And your head?
- Hit the steering wheel.
Bummer.
What's this crap?
- I'll be DJ.
- Yeah.
Where's your bro?
No idea,
I keep telling you.
Dude lost his brother!
Bitches!
Hey, lil' bro.
Screening me? That's cool.
I took your advice.
I found the posse.
I got us a car.
We need you now, bro.
Hope you're ok.
Yo, Serial Killer!
Love you.
- Weird he's not answering.
- Yeah.
- Fuck, it's King Kong!
- And?
Freaky shit, man.
- What?
- Outta control!
- Yeah.
- What happened?
He's dead, dude.
What?
Here, look.
I scored
Don't wait 4 me
Cops at 12 o'clock!
What?
I got it under control.
Sure. You're 15,
driving a stolen car...
He has a point.
Rebel without a cause, dudes.
Gimme a break.
Rebel without a cause.
What the fuck?
- WTF?
- Vin Diesel style!
Too cool!
Insane, dude. You rule!
Shit, so uncool.
Fuck.
What's wrong?
- Car's dead.
- Shit.
It's ok, we can walk.
- What?
- Cool.
Get out.
Hey, dudes.
What's with him?
Get out.
C'mon, dude!
Wait.
What?
We can't leave the car here.
Why not?
The guy I stole it from
will never find it.
Great. Let's go.
Fuck!
C'mon, screw the car.
It's Amber's car.
What?
You met the internet babe? When?
The fag got a real girl!
She's not really my girl.
Yo, my nigga!
Delete popped his cherry!
- What's she like?
- You know her.
If it's Laetitia you're dead.
The music teacher?
- As if!
- No, it's Florence.
I think I'm in love.
The goth girl is Amber.
Are you kidding?
She's hideous!
I think I'm gonna puke.
Why?
- Gross!
- Did your mom rape you?
She must stink of death!
I don't get it.
Fuck you fags,
you stupid bastards!
I've taken all I can take from you!
You never listen, I don't exist!
You make my lil' bro diss me.
Listen, Delete...
You're his idol.
Not me.
He doesn't like me.
Listen, dude,
we're sorry,
we'll be careful.
If you like her,
we like her too.
Absolutely, bro.
- Let's take that car back.
- Thanks.
So she's cool?
Totally.
She's Goth cuz she's shy.
- It's her shell.
- Did you fuck?
I had to rescue you,
but it would've been amazing.
Let's give it all we got!
Shit.
This is so beyond uncool.
We'll come back for it.
I promise.
It's hard to catch a black cat
in a dark room.
Especially when it's in there.
Hi Fred, how are you?
Bad, obviously.
No! You have to go.
I gotta tell you something.
What?
My mom is actually a man.
My parents are two men.
How cool! Go on, scram.
You don't get it.
I've never seen breasts.
Can you show me yours?
It'll happen for you someday,
I promise.
It might not.
Let me talk.
Sorry, honey.
Ciao, Piccolo!
You can't treat a child this way.
Menace,
I don't get the black cat thing.
Chinese proverb.
Means catching a black cat
in a dark room is hard.
If he's in there. Metaphor.
Right, of course.
What's it got to do with me?
No point looking for trouble
if there is none.
Asian psychology. Dig?
But I do have a problem.
Isn't it: "Hard to catch
a black cat in a dark room
if it's not there?"
No, I don't think so.
Anyway, who cares.
If she loves you,
she'll forgive you.
- Think so?
- Totally.
Cool.
Hello, Emile.
Hello.
Luckily I took a picture.
Saved you again!
Great. Now what?
Dunno.
We go there.
No way!
We get his address at the club.
You're one lucky dude.
Then what?
We find the gun
and you return it.
- Back to the future!
- And the fag?
I'll get him one day.
Afraid he's frenching Laetitia?
"The toad's spit
never touches the dove."
That's not Chinese.
All animal stuff is Chinese.
Zoophilia, even?
In Chinese circuses,
girls get it on with horses
and small dogs.
That's all circuses.
No, Chinese girls are tiny,
animals can reach them easier.
Peruvians and Mexicans too.
What're you doing?
I'm happy to see you.
Get out of here,
I'll be fired.
Surprise.
Is that real?
Totally.
- Exciting, right?
- Get that away from me!
Get out of here.
You have penis issues.
As if.
I don't see the link.
Hang on... Hang on!
You got a girl?
- Yeah!
- Leave a message!
He's got a girl!
Hello, Laetitia...
Just wanted to say
you're really pretty.
Super sweet and refined.
And you're not dumb
like some fat whore.
I'll save you from Sylvain's party,
cuz I love you, Laetitia!
I love you!
Sorry, we are closed
We'll come tomorrow.
Don't have much choice.
Where'll we sleep tonight?
Here, under the stars.
You're in your PJs.
Won't your dad worry?
No, I left him a message.
Cool.
Coming?
One day this guy told me,
"Kiss a tree, believe,
and everything works out."
What a load of bullshit.
Everything I do goes balls up.
Hardly.
We'll see the guy...
Are you kidding me?
Your dad's gonna know
you stole his gun.
It's over.
You trusted me
and I fucked it up.
The main thing is giving it back.
He'll be mad...
You were right.
I'm a big loser.
What does that make me?
If it weren't for you,
I'd be a good, obedient little boy.
I didn't tell you...
My grandma's losing her marbles.
I can't stay with her.
I'm moving to my uncle's.
- What?
- Why didn't you tell us?
I tried.
Shit.
I'm sorry.
Alsace! Rough.
Weird accent.
Sucks for rap.
Colmar.
The Far East, nigga.
- What was that?
- Dunno.
You bastards can't stop me!
- We're here to help you!
- Not true.
This is a prison!
He's right.
The fucking nurses
think they're wardens.
Stop!
Why should I play scrabble all day?
Just waiting to die?
- What're you doing?
- Pooping.
Go to the toilet!
Here, cutie.
- What?
- Cover me.
I'll get the car.
Ok. Awesome!
Don't panic.
Gilda?
Come help me.
No! Look, guys.
Serial!
Killer!
- I'm so happy!
- Me too, bro.
You got the gun! Give it here.
You're a star, dude!
Why are you here?
Come meet my girl.
I swear she was here.
Sure.
Shit, the cops.
- Think it's my dad?
- No, relax.
Let's move!
Hasta la vista, baby!
Shit!
That way!
Hide the gun.
Cut the light.
Fuck.
This way.
Go for it!
- Hurry!
- Help me.
Get up there!
"How handsome you are
My lovely blond angel
My loving lips
At the touch of your skin
Faint dead away..."
Fucking hell!
What's going on?
Evening, ma'am.
Get out!
Get going.
What are you doing?
Get out!
Everything alright, ma'am?
Step back!
They're up there!
There must be a ladder
or something.
Gimme a boost.
Let's go.
- Anything?
- No luck.
- You?
- Nada, dude.
Shit!
Hurry up.
Cops everywhere!
Fuck!
You ok?
Fuck this shit.
- Take this!
- What for?
Block their path.
- What do we do?
- Dunno!
We're fucked.
Hang on, guys.
We won't get caught.
What?
Check it out.
What do we do?
We jump, men.
Forget it, dude.
You're nuts.
No.
Yes, dude.
Cocoon!
Look at him go!
What now, guys?
Look!
Crazy.
Careful, dude.
We got 'em good!
Left, turn left!
If you do,
I'll never be bad again.
Hey guys, know what?
We're going home.
Seriously?
- Awesome.
- Can't wait.
So cool!
So much booze!
- Shall we?
- Big time.
- Thanks.
- Awesome.
Dude,
that jump in the pool was whack.
Sure was.
You aced it. Respect.
Thanks, guys.
Want some?
You bet.
Respect, nigga.
Proud to be your bro.
Thanks, brother.
The booze is here.
Get a load of this!
These guys take party crashing
to a whole new level!
Pure genius.
Must've been your idea.
I'm impressed.
Come help me.
Off my property, dickface.
On your knees, asshole!
My friend's no dickface.
Your toy doesn't scare me.
Get on your knees and apologize.
Stop, it's pointless.
Leave it.
Do it now!
Got shit for brains?
Get down!
Apologize.
Apologize, dammit!
Do it!
Don't you get it?
Apologize.
Malo!
Lower the gun, Malo.
Malo, please.
Do what your dad says.
Malo, lower the gun.
You son of a bitch!
Thanks for that, dude.
You're welcome.
Come on out.
Thanks.
Wait here.
Go sit down.
You're coming with me.
What can I say?
You know how I feel.
Excuse me, can I explain?
I called your mom to reassure her.
But she's right.
How so?
I let you wear what you want,
use big words I don't understand...
I'm too nice.
I tried to be your friend
but you need a dad.
I was stupid.
Promise me you'll never do it again.
I promise.
You can go.
I love you, Dad.
So?
- We're free.
- Dope!
- Cool.
- Amazing, dude!
- How'd you do it?
- Blamed you.
Thirsty?
Yeah, big time.
Cheers.
For you!
"Even kids can dream
Even kids have feelings..."
That was my doing.
I went to the party
and saw that ladies' man.
I filled the bottle with shit.
Drop dead!
- Nice!
- What's your message?
Nothing. Spam.
You ok?
Yeah, don't worry.
See you around.
Let's blow this hick town.
Go to the real West Coast.
Great idea.
California, niggas!
Weed and lowriders for days!
Don't be dumb.
We'll buy real Timberlands.
I'll bone a biatch a day,
minimum!
We leave Monday at sunrise?
The Bretons are coming!
West Side!
Bye, guys.
Menace?
We did prison time.
We're real gangstas.
So what happened to you guys?
We were with these crazy dealers.
Freaky dudes, man.
No way, you lie.
- You smoked pot?
- Big time.
You bastards! And?
- Amazing. Can't remember a thing.
- Too bad.
How was the old folks' home?
Insane.
You'll never believe me.
How'd you find the gun?
That's another story.
When the dude drove off,
I spied a fingernail on the road.
- No way.
- Way!
- So I called the lab.
- The Russians?
Exactly.
Bingo, DNA evidence.
All I needed
was a ride to his house.
That's when
the nuclear bomb pulled up.
I had to bone her, natch.
- Tough job.
- Dream job, you mean!
Then things got ugly.
I had to fight off 20 guys...
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