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Yo, Rockstar!

Yo, Rockstar!

Well, yeah, of course.

Gonna pull the old "ex trick" on him?

Yes, works everytime.

Yeah, sure.

Try to be inventive for once.

Girl, you gotta give him hell.

Make him feel like an insect.

Do you have a cigarette, please?

You're 10. What's the matter with you?

C'mon, we'll give you 50 cents.

Forget it.

Suck my dick, fucker!

Pacman!

- Pacman, look who's coming. - Need a tampon?!

Ask Marie.

Very funny, kid!

Is your nose bleeding?

Yeah, I got it all over me.

Everybody's here.

Wassup, Rockstar?

Wanna smoke?

Sing something for us.

He looks like your dad.

You'd like your balls squeezed? You want us to squeeze 'em?

Too violent, man.

Rockstar, come back.

So gay, I did the same thing when I was 12.

Hey, Babyface...

buy me a drink?

No way.

No, no, no!

Fuck!

Doggy style.

That's spam. Get rid of it.

Oh no. Now we're on this shitty site.

Check it out, it's an escort boy site.

Fuck, see those rates?

Holy shit!

Bet he takes taxis to go buy his cigarettes.

He takes taxis to go take a shit!

- Can't be too hard. - Nope.

- Man, we gotta choose a stage name. - Yeah.

- What's yours? - An alias.

Pick your alias.

Mine's gonna be...

- Dickie. - Dickie, why?

- Dick means penis in English. - BBC: Big Black Cock.

- You're not black, dumb ass. - Who cares?

This is it, man.

You know, man.

That guy was out of control.

He'd wake me up at 5, 6, 7 AM.

He'd ask me to lick him, suck him...

He'd grab my head. What kind of sick fuck does that?

You know what?

I tasted blood in his sperm, man.

I couldn't sleep with that gross taste in my mouth.

I got so fucked up.

2 bottles of whiskey and God knows how many bumps of coke.

You give yourself way too easily, that's your problem.

It's what they pay for.

You're too nice, they'll always ask for more.

I sell dreams.

I put some cheesy old song on, that way he's chillin'.

I take his flabby old hand and I make him dance.

You should've seen him,

bustin' my balls with his fuckin' gypsy face.

Pass that over, please.

He said: "You're so cool, Hugo".

- Hugo? - Yeah, dumb fuck.

I wasn't gonna give him my ID.

You get the trip? You can't rush it.

You take it nice n' easy.

Every now and then you brush him like this.

The jerk couldn't even feel his leg

and I made him swirl faster and faster, of course.

Watch out, man.

- He didn't ask for more? - Sure he did.

I followed the music.

Yo, man! Stop that!

Don't do that.

Sorry.

Come on, relax, we've seen worse.

Yeah...

Do I smell weird?

Maybe that smell stuck to me.

Nah, you smell like a clean baby.

- You OK, man? - I'm OK.

Last night wasn't like goin' with old farts to a wedding.

Don't worry about it.

Let's find some booze.

Sure. I'll put on some pants.

And the man dies, standing The man screams, standing

And standing, the man crawls backwards at the woman's knee

What the fuck you looking at?

Come on, stand up.

Know the game where you empty your pockets if you smile?

It's called happiness tax, sweetie.

Empty your pockets and stop resisting. Stop it!

Empty your pockets.

Go ahead and cry, that's the attitude!

Busted on the web. Pacman, you bastard.

Check out this ad: "A night of erotic massages." I could do that.

See the new skateboards?

Mine's broken. I'll get a new one.

I sent you the links. Like them?

Man, I don't give a shit about your boards, they're all the same.

How's it going, guys?

Yeah, we're chillin'.

Well, not too long. We eat at noon sharp tomorrow, OK?

You want to call your mom, Mathias? Mathieu?

No. Mat. I'm good.

Well, good night.

J.P...

Ciao.

That slut just wants to suck my dad's balls.

What about tomorrow?

Dunno. Give me that.

Yeah. I got a chick.

You son of a bitch!

Careful, man, I haven't seen her face yet.

Did you check other ads?

- "Romantic encounters"? - "No strings attached".

- Let's see. - Scroll down.

Give me a second.

"Looking for a horny girl, hard sex, deep throat, golden shower."

Bet he's a teacher like Mr. Bichon.

Totally. Wanna score some dope for tomorrow?

Coke, no?

I'll call the guy up, get three teeners.

Let me see the Supreme sweatshirts, I'll show you.

Man, I'm buying all of 'em.

- One sweatshirt everyday. - That one's not bad.

One sweatshirt everyday, man.

Louie Lopez!

You're gonna flip!

You're gonna flip...

Marie! What do you think about Mat and J.P.?

So?

What? Laurel and Hardy?

They're amusing.

I like Mat. He's a weirdo.

Fuck, it's boring here, isn't it?

I'm tired of these skaters and their cliche attitude, borderline swag.

I don't know much about J.P. Seems shady.

Always together. They fags?

Toff, we're in 2013, all the boys are fags.

- You crazy? Not me! - You sure?

- Wanna shoot me giving you a blowjob? - Yeah.

What's going on?

You have beautiful eyelashes.

Makes me wanna lay down on them and never wake up.

See what I mean?

Scared of my destroyed body?

No.

But still, not very exciting, is it?

You know what my husband said right before he died?

He said:

We all leave a shoe in someone else's fridge. And that's it.

- I don't get it. - Me neither.

You choose what it means.

That's the good thing about madmen.

Ma'am...

Catherine...

Am I making a mistake?

You obviously don't need an answer.

Shit.

Come here.

My little boy.

My little boy.

My little boy.

Why do I have to get fucked in the ass?

I wasn't even hard. Fucking toe sniffer!

I'm just like him. This is the real fucking me.

It kills me to think about everything he made you do.

What?

Never mind.

Can I use your computer, man?

I got a meet-up.

Yo, Max.

You're a frustrated asshole, huh?

You wish you could hear me?

Read my lips.

Son of a bitch.

In my ass?

Bastard!

Get off.

Fuck, I'm so stoned.

Guys, it's not even 11 yet.

Why invite me if you're already dead?

I didn't invite you.

What about you, Hun?

You called me, didn't you?

Leave him alone.

Is he high?

I don't know.

What's up with him, then?

I dunno, sometimes he spaces out, can't you see?

Sounds like we're talking to a retard.

Hello?

Yes, dad.

I don't know. She's probably asleep.

Everything's fine. You just woke me up.

I'll turn on some music.

Wednesday at 7 AM? Pauline's mother is taking me.

Big kisses, bye.

I'm too stoned for that, girl.

Who cares? It's just for fun. It's a platonic dance, don't worry.

It'll put Mat in the mood.

Yeah, come on, Mat.

Choose your dance partner.

Think he'll dance with a faggy otter like you?

An otter is cute.

Without your money, you've got nothing.

Well, say whatever you want, he prefers girls.

He's always with me. Look at him. He's barely human.

Shut up.

Get up. Come on!

I'm tired of him. Let's go.

My little boy.

My little...

My little boy!

My boy!

My little boy.

Come on, wake up, dammit.

Wake up!

Fuck! Come on!

Come on! Wake up!

You're very cute.

How did you end up being an escort boy?

I lost my father.

My mother works two jobs.

I take care of my brothers and sisters.

I have no choice. I gotta make money.

Do you know where Mat and J.P. get all their money?

I don't know.

Maybe they're escorts?

It's easy to find those jobs online.

To: J.P.'s stepmother

J.P. whores himself out

I prefer Day For Night

Through my black glasses to bitchy cities

To brief pissy romances

To foxy cunning

I give in to desire

I escape desire

Paris is my big bathrobe

Paris on probation

I've christened too many sidewalks

My eyes jaded by flashes

Angry, gloved in drizzle

You know, pink mornings

My voice, hidden

Beneath my tongue thick with booze

I give in to desire

I escape desire

You're gifted, Bella.

I prefer Day For Night

When do we eat?

- What? - When are we eating?

Food's ready. In a minute.

She's pretty like that, isn't she?

You should talk to him.

How's school?

It's cool.

- Can you have a real talk? - Can you stop talking?

Stop it, J.P.

- Shut up. - Stop.

Stop.

Isn't he handsome?

I think he's real handsome.

A nice shirt.

The shoes, in particular.

You have nice shoes.

Stop it.

- Classy. - I bought them with Mat.

Save your energy, J.P. Take them off.

- No. - Take 'em off.

Take those fucking shoes off!

Fucking stop it!

Let me go!

- Stop! - Are you for real?

How can you whore yourself out to show off?

Great!

Hello, J.P.?

Know where Mat is?

Are you going to see him?

What's going on tonight? I'm throwing a party. You're invited.

To do what? You think I'm an idiot?

I know what you're hiding.

What's going on?

All squeaky clean!

Close your eyes and open your mouth.

Amen.

- I usually take half of one. - Now we can fuck all night long.

Come on, don't be shy, take off your jeans.

All night long!

Sir, the music is fun.

In time, you'll find it sad.

- Where did you get that? - In the army.

A little sergeant used to do tattoos in secret.

But my sensitive skin couldn't take it.

I love your lips.

Give me a little kiss.

Let's dance.

You want to dance?

I'm exhausted.

Come on, dance with me.

Don't we look dumb?!

Follow him please.

I'll pay you, I promise.

Like in the movies.

Ba-Ba-Ba-bastard!

What did you do, man?

What the fuck did you do?

Get my text?

Fucking answer me!

- I'm sorry. - Did you tell my folks? Bastard!

- No. - I shouldn't even be here, fucker.

- You're a sick fuck! - It's not me.

I need you, J.P.

It's in me. It has to stop.

Why do you think I do all this?

Not for a fucking cab at 3 AM or a new sweatshirt.

Why do you think I did this?

I followed you everywhere, man.

I'd follow you anywhere, jerk!

You're obsessed, man.

You hear me, selfish asshole?

You hear that? I think mom's home.

Shut up. Wake up.

I'm only gay for the cash!

Only for the cash.

You're fucking poison, man.

Scumbag!

I'm gonna head south. It's over!

Asshole!

Watch out for snakes.

Shut up!

I heard the south is swarming with vipers.

He almost fell flat on his face.

You're freaking me out.

Come on, shut up.

Fuckin' jerk!

You like it when he fucked you?

Is nothing sacred for you?

You reek of old men. You'd sell your own mother.

I don't give a shit! Mothers, fathers, I fuck 'em all.

I got money. You stay in your hole. Lousy bum!

What did you say, little shit?

I'm real, nobody can take that away. I'm a fucking king, see?

You're lost. You beat up kids, steal their sisters.

- You're real! - What did you say?

Even if it makes you puke,

he doesn't mess with other people.

Yeah, beat it.

Irresistible, huh?

I'm a friend of your son.

You're funny.

My son has no friends.

He's far too selfish for that.

He's not the same.

Every morning...

He's not the same.

He's a peacock who drags his little ass through Paris.

He never dreams.

I know. He told me.

Oh, really?

He told you?

Maybe you are a friend after all.

What's this?

Why are you here?

I love him.

Stop it, mom. Stop.

I feel like shit.

Stop.

Leave me alone.

- Mom, no. - Oh, yes! Come on.

Come on.

Don't you want to smoke with me?

Smoke with me.

Get the fuck out of here.

Mind your head.

There's nothing.

Jerk yourself off, please.

No!

Nothing's happening!

Holy shit.

- You're a freak. - I'm hot.

Let's get out of here.

Fucking get out!

- Why? - Get out! Look at you!

I can suck you.

Get out! You're fucking crazy!

Fuck off. Leave me alone.

Come on. Let me suck your dick!

Come on. Please!

- Fuck off. - Come on.

- Come here. - Fuck off.

- You're out of your fucking mind. - Listen...

Oh no. Go away. Go away!

I don't know... I...

Hold me, please.

- Come on... - Fuck off!

Oh fuck! Let's lick each other!

Come on!

Make an effort!

- I'm so bored! - Mom, shut up!

- Nothing's happening! - Stop!

I need a drink.

What do you have here?

What's this?

What is it?

Fuck off.

Love!

Music!

Here, have a drink, please.

We're so fucking bored.

Come on, my sweet Mat. Mat. Sweet Mat.

My sweet Mat.

Mat says fuck you. Fucking go!

Mom, stop.

- Fuck, stop. - Mmm, yummy. Yummy.

- Fuck off. Look at that. - It's good.

- Fuck off. - But it's good!

Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth!

You're so fucking sick. Fuck off!

Care bear! Go fuck yourself!

Help me! The devil's in there!

Wow, man, speak French.

I don't understand, stop.

You're freaking me out. Speak French!

The devil will come back!

Calm down, man!

You done filming us?

- Don't you get tired of it? - Nope.

Fuck.

Always filming with your camera or phone, pain in the ass.

You're crazy. Give us some fucking privacy.

We'll never know what you do with it.

We never get to see your videos.

Bet he's got a file for each of us on his PC

for when he wants to fuck someone over.

Bet there's a huge file on you.

All your files are in there.

He's got photos of us at parties, like real critical shit.

You're crazy.

What?

Wanna fuck tonight?

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

I'd like to, but I can't.

Pacman would kill me. Seriously, no way. I can't.

Let's go, guys!

Out of the way, man!