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"Some poor weak relic of mortality who has left hope behind,

and howls like an animal." Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Paul...

Paul...

Paul!

Paul?

Oh Paul, I'm talking to you!

Sit down properly, please.

And fasten your seat belt.

Did you unlock it?

We'll be there in five minutes.

Hang on! Remove your shoes first!

Hey...

-You remember your rooms? -Yeah!

-Pick the on you like best! -Yeah...

-This one. -This one!

No, look at this one! It's great!

This one!

Alexandre, Paul, guess who's here?

Uncle Bill!

Come on, shrimps!

Prepare to fight!

Dodge that!

-How are you, big boy? -Are you happy?

I didn't come empty handed!

-Wow, some presents! -And this one for you...

-Tear it up! -What is it?

Yeah!

That's right!

Wow, so cool!

A knife? It's nice...

-but a bit dangerous isn't it? -No, I'll teach you...

how to use it without hurting yourself.

-Yes... You will listen carefully, boys. -This is bound to that

so nothing moves but the tweezers and the toothpick.

-Oh it's stuck? -Yes.

Wait, I'll unblock it.

How is it going?

Great! How about you?

Pretty good!

-You look so good in that suit! -Thanks.

-Do you have to wear it in civil life? -Uh... No. You know...

-It's just for show, for my family. -All right, I get it.

It's great, you look amazing.

-Well, how about a drink? -Sure!

Good, so let's store the blade.

Little bit dangerous indeed.

You will clean your plates, boys.

What a woman your sister, huh?

This place is no joke.

All you care about is potatoes chips.

We all know who wears the pants in this family.

That's your story, not mine.

This branch is straight, we can make a stick with it.

Sit down.

Well.

So...

this one is large.

Give me your knife?

There is a saw on Alex's knife.

The saw allows you

to remove all the tips like this.

First, you make a notch.

Do it slowly.

You see the notch?

Then you can go stronger.

That's it.

Once all the tips are removed

and the branch is clear

you take the blade.

Be careful with it.

It locks this way, but not towards your fingers.

So never stab.

Because if it closes...

It's catastrophic.

Then, when you remove the bark,

never go up towards your hand.

Or you can get injured.

Always from top to bottom.

That's it.

Understood? What are the two rules?

Tell me.

First we use the saw

to make a notch.

-Then we go harder. -Stronger, yes.

And we never stab.

Always have something under the blade

because it can close one way and not the other.

-And we could cut our fingers. -Good.

Your brother is brilliant, he got it completely.

How about finding good branches to make your own sticks?

Yes! Let's go!

Right here? Is it okay?

One, two, three, four, five...

Give me the money!

I love money so much. Look!

-Fuck you! -Oh!

What's wrong with you?

Clear off! Stay here.

Violence is forbidden in this family. Is that clear?

-I did nothing... -Yes you did.

You're less gross but you enjoy teasing him.

And you, Paul...

Aren't you clever enough to ignore him?

Look at me, Paul.

Look at me.

Unclench your fists.

Better. That's right.

Well. You know what?

Since you're not able to play together,

you go each in your own room.

I'll let you know when we eat. Go!

It's such a pity, huh?

When the weather is fine, you could have fun with Bill.

It's such a pity to be so dumb.

Come and close this door gently.

Perfect.

-This one is for... -This one is for Paul.

-Did you count them? -Yes, we're good.

Here we go.

Hopefully, this one was breakable.

Food's ready, boys!

Wait!

Good.

The presents are here already!

-Let's open them now? -As you wish.

Now or after first course, what do you think?

Now, it's Christmas!

Deal, let's do it!

But first, you come with me.

There is a surprise for Paul in the garage!

You had a hard time following me?

Not at all, I'm all right.

Sure, you were crawling along the path.

How about you in the forest with this bike?

You had the right to take your mountain bike!

You make your own choices!

You have the right to take a 400 pounds bike for this journey, Paul.

That's your choice.

I like this one.

It's old fashioned.

I like to pilot it.

And this is Turtle Hermit Training, buddy.

I'll train all year with this.

On this piece of crap.

Then, when you come back,

I'll take my mountain bike.

There will be nothing left of you.

okay. You know what?

I will run and work out with a loaded backpack.

Be prepared for wrestling, dude.

There will be nothing left of you.

Nothing.

First, start losing this emerging belly.

My emerging belly...

Asshole.

-You should go now. -Yes.

Come on.

Be careful over there.

Call us if you have any problem.

Don't worry.

I take it.

Come on!

Now fuck off!

I'm out!

Well, well...

Alright, shrimps. You want me to kick your asses?

-Come on, dear uncle! -Come on, come on!

Sand is good, huh? Don't you think?

You bastard.

Who's next?

Well, I got to rinse myself.

You destroyed us.

How would you handle a guy from behind?

There are a lot of ways, actually.

Some make him uncomfortable

and allow you to control your opponent.

Look.

Turn around.

Here.

Your hand like this,

on the throat.

Then I don't only pull backward. I pull up too.

-So you're uncomfortable. -Yeah...

Now, if I press on your spine with my fist,

-I do whatever I want. -Right.

What should I do with you? Throw you on the ground? Yeah.

-Let me try it. -okay.

-I need to learn. -Yes.

-Relax and firmly. -Like this?

Yes, on the throat.

Firmly. That's right.

-Let's have fun. -Yeah. Pull up too.

-All right. -This way?

Can you feel it? It's easier to...

I control you, then. Who's the boss now?

Nice!

You know there are... Some tricks to learn.

Where did you learn that stuff?

In the army.

We practiced lots of hand-to-hand combat tactics.

You see, it reminds me of the judo lessons.

But there are many rules in judo...

Basically, if the opponent doesn't follow the rules,

you can't make him fall, you can't use judo moves.

If he doesn't wear a kimono you can't seize him properly...

All these things prevent direct fight.

Be careful of the judokas, they could surprise you.

But for sure, martial arts, even boxing, are codified sports.

With a complete...

spiritual movement attached.

You see, in the army things are different.

It's all about defense.

So you have to be efficient, right now.

That means when you grab something,

you must stop it or break it. That's the way it is.

-Learn me more. -Oh no...

Go fetch my bottle of water, first.

I'm thirsty, Sir.

You're looking for war...

-You should run, too! -I don't need to run. Remain watchful!

Come on guys, harder, harder, harder!

Come on guys, what's that?

Come on, guys!

Come on!

You have it with continuous assessment only?

Yes, I passed it already.

-If you get a 14, you pass it, right? -It was the same for me.

-It's 16. -16?

-I had it at first round too. -Same for me.

Whatever, no one can verify it.

-There is no margin for error. -Mistakes won't be forgiven.

Let's make it clear.

One mistake, it's over.

Sure he's well trained but he's old school.

-I held my strength back. -Come on, he was a commando, dude.

Let's go together next time.

It should be easy.

Sure...

-You forget that we are pussies, Paul. -Look! All aboard!

What's up, virgins?

Wait...

-She was the lifeguard you like. -Yeah. Let's chase them.

-We can't do that. -Why?

I must bring the quadracycle back in 5 minutes.

-Oh come on... -Go.

Go! Go get her!

Come on, do it!

I bring that and the cousins back.

Ciao, hurry up!

You know, to show off...

-My Ladies. -Evening.

Hi!

Let that be a lesson to you.

That's the way it works with girls.

What the hell?

-It's freezing. You were so long! -Thank you.

So?

So it was nice.

And you? Everything okay?

Yeah.

Did you succeed or what?

I didn't really try, you know.

We leave tomorrow, there is no point.

-I get it. -It's just a flirt.

Just for fun.

I wish we've had one more weak here.

Enjoying with everybody, having fun with you.

Time flies.

Time flies so fast...

Student life is not that bad.

Don't worry.

Things change, it's only natural. That's life, we keep evolving.

There is a lot of joy to come.

Life has just begun, brother.

You should definitely come, dude.

I'm telling you: it's essential.

Everything depends on that. Popularity, women...

You connect with people.

One night in the year, you connect with them.

You touch people, you talk to them, you dance...

You know, there is a spark.

Nothing to do with all these hours spent sitting in a classroom,

looking at each other without talking.

An integration party is crucial.

Could you be more enthusiastic when I speak?

You're so sluggish, you look like a mollusk. Come on!

I warn you because we're friends: You look like a mollusk.

If you imagine picking Gwen up this way, excuse me but...

Did I say something wrong?

Gwen?

You thought I wouldn't notice?

All this time spent staring at her. In classroom, in the subway...

When she's not there in the morning you're depressed.

You know I go back home on the weekend.

Holly shit...

One weekend in the year, you won't die if you stay.

Right or wrong?

Right!

It's an amazing opportunity.

An integration party doesn't happen twice.

Beginning of the year.

You can't change your mind in June saying:

"Is there an integration party soon?"

No. Just one.

What?

You're coming!

No.

Fuck you.

You're such an asshole.

You drive me crazy being so shy.

At least come on Thursday.

Thursday, my place, quiet.

Only 10 or 15 people.

I invite her.

That's it! A little bit of ambiguity during the night.

No?

If you don't come, I'll start wondering about our friendship.

Will you come then?

-Paul! -Hey you! How do you do?

-How are you? -It's so pleasant!

-Good to see you, it's been a long time! -I told you!

-I can't believe that! -If you're hungry, there are some pizzas

on the table over there.

-Hey. -Hey!

-You okay? -Sure! I just answered a call.

-Do you want a glass of water? -Yes!

Thank you.

Do you live here, in Paris?

Yeah. Do you?

No, I...

I come from the country.

All right... Isn't it too boring?

It's okay, actually.

I prefer the country to the city.

No, that's not possible.

No way.

You can do anything here.

There is always something to do.

You're gonna love it.

You will stay forever.

-We'll see. -I'm sure you will.

Do you like what we study?

Not really.

-What will you do next? -Law school.

Law school?

-What do you do in our class then? -They teach political science too...

and I'm also interested in politics...

No, that' not possible.

Politics isn't interesting.

For a hick like you, I guess!

Let's prepare some shots.

Ready?

Wait for me!

They were 20,

and they needed to hurt them to steal their phones?

That's not quite what happened.

It's a little bit more complicated.

It started earlier, indeed.

You know Remi, you know this group.

They were drunk when they left my place.

I told them to wait... "Bullshit", they left with the sub.

On the platform, they started acting stupid.

They started yelling, making noise...

They took the train and encounter these...

these bad guys, these thugs.

They were sitting in the sub.

You know, everywhere as if they owned the place.

First it was just talking, you know...

"Stand up, the train is full." "What you're gonna do?"

I don't know...

Just talking, you know.

Anyway, the train stops,

the door opens...

-Remi and Claire, you know her? -Sure.

They think they are super heroes.

When the door closes,

what do they do?

They give the guys two big fingers through the window.

Thinking they are safe on the platform.

"Well, we are safe!"

Well the guys inside said "Alright, no problem!"

They pull to raise the alarm,

they open the door with the hands,

and jump forward kicking everywhere.

And how are they?

They went to the hospital?

Yes, to Emergency. They went to Emergency.

They have injuries, bruises...

They are in a state of shock. It's a psychological issue.

They will need time to recover.

They acted so dumb, you know.

They didn't. They were drunk, it's no big deal.

Sure, but you must keep having good manners.

-They provoked the guys. -It's not about good manners!

You shall never attack with 20 against 7.

-Don't tell me it's normal. -It's not.

Wait, they destroyed the girls! They attacked girls!

That's not normal, you know I'm on their side.

Alright, so why do you talk good manners?

Nothing is pure white or pure black. You know?

-I just try to... -Nonsense. That's nonsense!

I'm not trying to justify that our friends have been beaten.

-I hope you don't! -I don't say it's normal.

But there is a tiny...

provocative mistake, you know.

There is this little thing...

Well, enough, I'm pissed off with this story.

They already got on my tits on the phone this morning.

I'm pissed off.

What about you and Gwen?

What about us?

What is it? There is nothing to say.

I don't know, you talked a lot. It looked nice!

I talked like I talk with you. It's the same.

-Really? -I just talked.

We had a quick talk, nothing more.

For sure it's more. The time you spent in the kitchen!

We just talked, that's all! We didn't...

-Come on, fuck you! -I got to catch my train.

-Did you drive her back home? -I got to catch my train!

-Ciao, I have to go. -Yeah.

-You'll tell me everything next time. -Sure!

Don't worry about the coffee. I got this.

Thanks!

One or two cups, in Paris, what's the difference?

I've so much money to spend, anyway.

GWEN IS ONLINE

HELLO!

WHAT'S UP?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP SO LATE?

CHECKING TOMORROW THEATRE SCREENINGS

WE GO WITH THE GIRLS BUT LET'S DO IT ALTOGETHER

WANNA COME?

Damn it.

I CAN'T, I JUST CAME HOME FOR THE WEEKEND

HOW ABOUT NEXT WEEKEND?

THE OTHERS ARE NOT AVAILABLE ON THE NEXT WEEKEND

TOO BAD. THERE WILL BE JUST YOU AND ME...

MESSAGE READ

I GUESS SO...

Which field of law precisely?

I like Human Rights

and everything related to the inmates well-being.

I would like to be a criminal lawyer.

You won't have much to do here.

What do you mean?

France is very good about human rights, isn't it?

Not that good, a lot remains to be done.

About police brutality, racial profiling...

Police brutality?

Come on.

The cops can't do anything.

When they want to arrest a thug,

they are under a strict control.

They must take the criminals with kid gloves.

We shouldn't mix everything together.

There are rules that prevent the cops from lashing out at whoever

just because they have a bad feeling.

A wrong impression.

We respect the rule of law, here.

People remain considered innocent

until we prove they're guilty.

But...

For the most part, the rules protect the criminals.

Not at all.

In the end... rules are necessary.

They are settled to...

protect people like you and me.

Even the criminals deserve to have rights.

We can't treat them as we did in the Far West.

Maybe we should, sometimes.

Shouldn't we?

No, but...

There is a huge imbalance between normal people and criminals.

They stuff themselves all year long, assaulting people...

And if anything goes wrong for them they cry for justice.

They want a jungle without a predator.

And society ensures them there won't be any.

This is a caricatural vision.

I won't tell you everything is perfect.

But the laws have not been settled in 5 minutes.

So...

I understand why you think they're unfair.

Seen from your perspective.

But they protect a lot of citizens in a large amount of situations.

I know, I know...

I'm no expert, for sure.

It's just that... You know...

Sometimes, it leads to weird situations.

We should go, we will be late.

How do you do that?

We go there with these big bags from soccer club.

We enter the party

Wait 'til everybody's wasted.

We pretend to be wasted too.

Then we steal everything we can.

Phones, money, clothing...

On my mother's life, last weekend I took a microwave oven, buddy.

A microwave oven! You can take everything.

-I swear you can take everything. -Do you resell the stuff or what?

Most of the stuff, you know, that's it.

-The rest is for personal use. -That's my man!

I get it.

What?

So what?

You're in or what?

There is nothing there.

We're off.

Let's go.

You, people from Paris...

You're not used to that.

I can't, that's not possible.

Look at my gear.

Renting bike, crap brakes.

Look! Shit gear!

I can't ride this down, I just can't, it's impossible.

It's all about the gear!

I remember now...

Always blame the gear...

Shall we go, my sweet?

Scorched earth

Y-M-C-A

-I overtook you, again and again. -Just go!

Whatever happens I will pass you.

I will be waiting for you at the lake.

Fair enough.

Let's not argue for hours.

Two, three, four...

Coming!

Fuck!

-I told you... -Fuckin' numbskull.

I told you the brakes are shit.

I could not stop.

I can't believe it!

This guy runs 1 mph, can't stop

and falls down like a loser.

I agree.

I don't care.

I was about to take a bath.

You're so lucky!

-That's a relief. -Catch this.

You're too afraid to come?

I'm not.

-Motherfucker! -Come on, come on!

Come take a bath.

-Come on, chick! -Where are you going?

-Come take a bath! -Moving backward?

-Why do you move backward? -Cold, isn't it?

Come on.

I have something for you.

What is it?

Take it!

A gift...

Why?

It's just a little thing.

I found it in a shop in Switzerland.

It made me think of you.

This little Christmas song...

I listen to it very often.

I found an orchestra version.

Amazing.

-I know, you told me last time. -Really?

Fuck, I started rambling.

Thank you very much.

Here.

I was close to catch you up today.

Sure... Not even close.

You catching me up? Has this ever happened once?

It depends on which sport.

It's easy to ride a bike.

But that's not a sport for men.

Not a sport for men?

Biking is not a sport for men.

No?

We've been doing it since we were born.

-But it's not a sport for men. -It's a holiday sport.

-It's just a leisure. -It's like ice-skating?

It's just a leisure. It's no ice-skating...

-Ice-skating is a sport for women. -And what about the Tour de France?

Wait, you don't have the level for the Tour de France.

Do you think you have this level?

You don't have this level at all, buddy.

-Who knows? -You can't even ride the tour of the lake.

-Hello! -How do you do?

-Fine and you? -Good.

-Did you have a good day? -Yes, what about you?

I was watching a video...

What video?

The man assaulted in the bus. Have you seen it?

Oh yes I heard about it on the radio

but I've not seen it yet.

Yeah, everybody talks about it.

Do not tell me we should show respect to them.

We should catch them and kill them one by one.

We should give them education, jobs and prospects for the future.

No, no, no. We should give them nothing.

-They are so proud to live this way. -Nonsense, what pride?

They have nothing to prove. They live in the streets.

They are tough guys, that's it.

You judge them without knowing them.

My uncle was a soldier.

After his national service, he served a few years as a paratrooper.

He was instructor for the newcomers.

Back then, he taught groups of volunteers,

but also groups of young offenders.

Sent there like in a reform school

to find their path in life.

Every time he managed such a group,

the guys could not stand the training.

The others,

the regular guys, they all endured.

But them...

The guys from the streets,

the tough ones, they burst into tears.

Asking to go back to jail.

They have nothing inside.

They are weak.

None of them is made of steel.

All these guys...

provoking,

assaulting people, surrounding them, ten against one,

talking loud, destroying stuff... They are weak.

And they are lucky that mankind has been civilized.

That's the only thing that keeps them alive.

"They"? Who is "they"?

"They" all think this, "they" all do that...

"They" are worth nothing...

But they're all human beings.

With different personalities.

They are no separate species.

These guys evolve in disadvantaged environments.

They experience harder situations you'll ever experience.

If this is a human being...

What are we?

-Good morning, gentlemen. -Good morning, madam.

I'm detective Philippe Leto, from Grenoble Police Department.

And this is Detective Victor Oedinger.

Madam.

This is about your eldest son.

Alexandre.

Come in.

He has been in a coma so far.

At the Grenoble Hospital.

Everything is possible, madam.

But you should know his condition is...

critical.

Who did this, detective?

Why?

There appear to be no direct witness of the scene.

For now.

We keep investigating.

But some facts match.

We think a group of young men assaulted him

when he came back to his car.

In the night.

After he spent the evening at the bowling.

Don't worry, he's a tough nut.

I'm sure he'll get through this.

Maybe a little bit messed up...

But in the end, he will still be much better looking than you.

Keep going.

I love you.

What the fuck do you want?

Take it!

So it won't move.

It jumped over the stick.

Stop it.

Stop it!

Stop moving!

Come on the stick.

On your jeans!