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Come here you little shit! Get this.

Piece of filth!

No!

Rick, I'll never understand how it happened.

All I know is that you left too quickly and in such a shitty way.

I'm left alone with this sadness

which increases every day,

and all the love I had to offer you. It's a lot.

You were proud your brother's blood was "warmed by the Algiers' sun."

Thinking of that makes my heart burn.

You must've been right.

Thinking of you, your blood brother, Samir.

FULL SPEED

- You're afraid, aren't you? - No.

- Do you want me to scare you? - No thanks.

You know you're afraid. You're not at ease.

- So what's the surprise? - No, yours first.

You can't get round me with a kiss.

You can't read it until you tell me what it is.

OK. Go to the boot and as you open it, I'll open the letter.

OK.

Great! I love picnics.

I don't believe it! You've won.

It's a great idea.

It's a silly surprise compared to this.

It doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts.

It' only a regional competition.

The book will only come out there.

- Where shall we go? - Over there.

To surprise you. Your picture will be on the cover.

- Your parents must be ecstatic. - My mum can already see me on TV.

It's great for you.

Look. Who's this jerk?

- What the fuck is going on here? - Do you know him, Fred?

- No. - Don't piss me off. Get lost.

Come on, get up.

- Can't we at least talk about this? - About what?

- We don't like outsiders here. - He's a mate.

- So what? - He's not from around here.

Your territorial shit pisses me off.

- Stay with your mate. - Forget it, Jimmy.

Do you think I'm a jerk? Why do you like Rap?

Yes, the lyrics, but I prefer New Jack.

- They're about tolerance.

Tolerance? Fuck off!

Piss off, the lot of you.

- Come, we're out of here. - Fuck you!

The guy's heavy.

Come, we go.

- Jamel... - Let me go.

- You've no right to hit my brother. - He pissed me off.

- I know but I'd rather deal with it myself. - I don't regret it.

Drop by tomorrow. I don't want a war.

Can I kip at your place?

Stop trying to talk like them.

Tonight's OK. My mother saw you on the News and recorded it.

It's almost as if you where her son.

She gave up on me ages ago.

He's going to be a big hit.

In your first novel "Through the Night"

all your characters are social outcasts, kids from the suburbs.

They're not outcasts.

You are the one who makes them outcasts.

I write about people, you know.

It's easier to like "The Small Crook" than a rioter.

It reassures the middle classes.

Thank you, Quentin Dubois.

A young novelist who has made his mark

with the novel "Through the Night".

You put him in his place.

They cry over "The Small Crook" but do nothing for those in need.

- What's "The Small Crook"? - A movie.

Don't know it.

But I agree with you. Want a drink?

Yes, please.

Why did you buy this book?

You never offered me one.

I didn't want to bother you.

I thought it would be pretentious.

Doesn't matter.

"His body has the strength of trees, his face divine beauty.

Jimmy, a hyphen between heaven and earth."

What do I resemble the most? A tree, a hyphen or a god?

If Dad had known I was in it, he'd have died in peace

Whisky, please.

- Well? - You look great.

- I mean the party. - It's great.

I want to dance.

I don't like the music.

- Do you know this guy? - Who?

Him.

No, I don't.

Shit, go and talk to him; He'll think you're taking the piss.

Wait!

I hope you didn't leave because of me? I meant no harm.

No, I'm just bored.

Let's go back, I'm here with a friend.

No, I'm going home.

Do you live alone?

No... Well... Yes... Bye.

1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8,

- 9, 10...

Wait!

Haven't I seen you before?

Maybe, it's a small place.

- Haven't you written a book? - Yes.

I saw you on TV.

- I'm Samir. - Quentin.

- Do you come here often? - Sometimes. To meet people...

... but people go out in groups, it's embarrassing to be alone.

- I'm probably boring you. - No, not at all.

Shall we go somewhere else?

- Let's go back to my place, I live alone. - OK.

OK, wait for me here, I'll tell my friend.

This university's like a museum. Nothing like the real world.

- Did it go well? - What would you have done...

... with "Sexuality and Rhetoric in Plato's: The Banquet"?

No idea. That's why I've stopped going.

I'm not like you. I've no plans.

I haven't written a book.

- Can I borrow your jerk for a second? - Ask him.

- What's up? - Come, see.

Empty your pockets.

And don't fuck about.

- I'm broke. - Don't fuck with me.

- I swear. - What's this then.

- Leave him alone you wanker

He owes me money.

- Do you? - I said I'd pay him.

- I've better things to do. - Shut up.

Is that why you borrowed money off me?

Look, you've got my number, so call whenever you like.

I thought you believed him.

She'd like to exhaust love with speed...

... but it always catches up.

Haste marks her gestures depicts her face.

assumes her voice to form one body,

her's... Julie's....

as if it were an idea of the absolute.

Live fast to have no regrets.

Live fast to overcome death.

I sense you're not asleep. Am I right?

You know me too well.

- Is it a failing? - No.

You've been partying all night and day. What are you thinking about?

- You. - That's not true.

How would you know?

If you were, I hope you'd show it in some ways.

- What did you mean? - Isn't that clear enough?

- Yes.... - Well?

- Well what? - What re you thinking about?

About a guy I met, Samir.

We talked all night. He said intriguing things.

What things?

- I think he'd rather it remain private.. - What about me?

Why don't you introduce me to Samir?

And Jimmy.

You see him on your own. Don't you want me to meet him?

No, it's not that.

I don't know...

- It's just that they might... - Upstage you?

Stop talking rubbish.

Don't have a fit because of a friend and a guy I hardly know.

You're so strange.

You compartmentalise your life, put up barriers, create territories.

Do you separate things to rule better?

I don't get what you're saying. Come back to bed.

No, I'm not tired.

I feel like I could talk the night away too.

I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I'll listen.

I need to sleep.

- I imagined you just like that. - My photo's on the book.

- I mean in the head. - We don't even know each other.

- Not yet. - We talked about you. I read the book.

Drink?

I like telling stories too.

You need imagination for sick notes.

You're bugging me. Let's go somewhere else.

- And the match isn't broken. - Not bad.

Introducing your friends isn't hard.

Don't bring that up again.

- What? - Nothing.

- Hi, it's nice here Whose villa is it? - My Father's.

He works abroad.

It must be nice living alone in the country.

Thank you.

Quentin!

- All right? - I'm good.

- This is Anna. - Hi.

- Are you Quentin? - Samir told me all about you.

Do you wrestle?

Are you fighters?

What do you expect?

Hang on the fork!

Down in one!

I'll help her finish it, she's a girl after all.

What's so funny?

You've had enough to drink.

- Where have you been. Are you OK? - Yes.

- So you told Anne about me. - How do you know?

She told me. Who is she?

- What? - Who is she?

Just some girl.

- Let's go in, it's freezing. - I want to stay out here

- Aren't you cold? - Yes, but it doesn't matter.

When Rick was killed, I didn't want to go on living.

In the two weeks since, I feel like I've grown old, with no friends.

No strength left, nothing.

Luckily you came along.

I mustn't become so important to you.

You might be disappointed.

I just need to understand a person to love them.

And to understand you.

Don't...

Samir, wait.

Wait, I said.

- Sorry. - It doesn't matter.

Are you coming in?

- Not bad. - Go on, Quentin.

No, he's staying here.

- Useless! - Trying to be hard.

- OK, girls? - And you?

Fine.

- I'll pay for the ride. - OK.

I'm with friends.

- I'm Jimmy, and you. - I'm Safia.

Safia, Karine.

- Shall we go? - Let's go.

- Are you from around here? - Not far from here.

I can't go on that, it makes me vomit.

- 5 tickets, please. - But there are 6 of us.

- Quentin is not going. Is he afraid? - No, it's not that. Don't talk shit.

6 tickets then. Thanks.

Look at this idiot. I swear, he's just faking it!

Are you alright?

That thing's a complete hell.

- Do you think he's OK? - He'll be fine.

Thank you.

I'm touched for receiving this prize...

...in my home town.

Thanks to the regional publication of my book...

... Gallimard has signed me up.

I am not just doing this for myself. I want to tell other young people

that it doesn't matter which class you belong to,

the main thing is to fulfil your own dreams

and not just give into your parents wishes.

I would also like to mention an intolerable act that took place here,

in this town, Mrs Mayer.

A friend was the victim of an aggressive racist attack,

and he had to be hospitalised.

He is here tonight. Jamel, can you come up?

Leave me alone!

Without his friends' and his brothers' help, Jamel would be dead today.

Show your scar. Let them see the political controversy of the far right.

When I showed my scar, a girl eyed me up. I need to find her.

- What was she like? - Blond, about 1.80m, really slim.

- How do you know she was interested? - Do you think I just imagined it?

- Imagine what? - She was really hot.

- Happy? - What do you want?

- Let's go. - I'm staying.

I said, come on.

- Karim, let him be, for fuck's sake. - Thank you for the invitation:

- "There'll be girls and stuff" - What do you mean? You know we'd fall for it.

Forget it, he's gone crazy.

I don't want to be used like that, OK!

Jimmy,

I just wanted to say that your friend fucks me off, not you.

My brother believes in his speeches. He used him like an animal.

I was ashamed.

I don't want to hang out with you guys any longer.

Bye.

- Quentin! - In a minute!

- Are you bored? - No, I'm fine.

- Quentin, can we take a photo? - I'll be right back.

I've had enough.

- Have you got your bike here? - Yes.

How about us going for a ride?

That wouldn't be nice for Quentin.

Besides, I have things to do.

I'll never get tired of this song.

Maybe I'll get tired of you.

Honestly, I love it. It made everyone in Algiers cry.

- What is it about? - It' about a man in front of a mirror

talking about passed times, loneliness, tiredness..

It's really beautiful. Fancy some tea??

Do you have any mint tea?

You're talking to an Arab.

When we came to France, I was called the "King of Tea".

My mother was proud of me.

It used to annoy me.

Isn't this a strange place to come to live?

No, I came to be with my brother.

When he left, I kept the apartment.

Do you only have one photo of Rick?

I left the others behind. why?

Just asking.

- How old was he? - 16.

He looks older. He's really good looking.

He was amazing. Life had no limits for him.

He'd drop by at anytime.

The world was our oyster.

We talked about places we would visit together.

The way he spoke made things so real for me.

As if I'd already walked through New York.

Rick was his nick name.

His dream was to live in the United States one day.

- I could listen to you for hours. - You'd soon get bored.

- I've got an idea. - Go on.

Tell me about you and Rick.

I want to do something with it.

I'm not sure.

I couldn't betray a friend so easy.

I'm only asking you,

so we can share something real. So you can rediscover him and

we can do it together.

Hello, is Quentin in?

I don't know how this can help you to write.

Doesn't seeing somebody in action give you a better idea about them?.

- Doesn't it work? - No, that's not it.

I just don't know if this is right for Rick.

I'm not trying to take anything from you.

If you're not interested, forget it.

I'm going to Paris, where I can work on my own.

What do you mean? I don't give a fuck about your book,

I'm talking about my life.

And I am giving it to you because I love you.

Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

At times I come out with real shit and I hate myself for it.

When did you make the film?

Not long before the accident.

Did you film a lot?

No. the Youth Club organised a Super 8 film course.

The subject was dumb: "Animals in the City".

As we couldn't find a subject, we just let the camera roll.

We got kicked off the course for that.

Do you watch him often?

No. I almost burnt the film, together with his letter.

- He wrote to you? - Yes, post cards.

But this was a real letter. Real sentences.

- Can you read it to me? - Not now. The film is ready.

Your projector got no sound.

Please, read it to me. I'll record you.

"Dear Samir:

You know I don't like writing, but I'm making an effort as I miss you.

My new Hostel is ugly,

and the staff are dumb.

There is nothing to do, so I go jogging or play football alone.

The other's think it's too cold.

I want to be with you. Next Sunday lunch time,

I'll be by the bridge where you almost drowned.

Luckily, I saved you.

I'll definitely be there,

so please be there.

I know how I can get out of here.

Goodbye and looking forward to meeting you. Rick.

I loved it. But the cover photo of the girl

isn't great.

I like it.

Taste doesn't matter at your age.

- What's your name? - Marie-Claude.

Congratulations.

Do you have...

...any other projects?

I'm working on a new book. Gillimard are editing it.

- It's your mother. It's urgent. - Thanks.

"Bad taste" will stay home next time.

Just a jerk!

But you smiled at his compliments.

- Do you think it's true? - It doesn't matter.

It's the world you live in now.

- What's wrong? - Things are moving too fast.

- I thought you liked speed. - But there is something false about it all.

Nobody really cares about you,

your world, your style or yourself.

As if they just needed somebody young to calm down everybody.

- Thanks, that's nice. - I'm criticising them, not you.

Who?

Things are never easy with you. You find all pleasure suspect.

- It's odd. - Are you the only one getting pleasure?

I'm not coming with you to Paris.

It doesn't matter.

I don't need to see you making small talk to love you.

I didn't know anybody at the School.

We'd just arrived from Algiers.

I still had "henna" on my hands. Only Rick dared talk to me.

That's how I remembered him.

One day we shook hands. It was the first time for me.

In Algiers we do that with girls. It bothered me.

Then he sat next to me and we stuck together.

Did you love him?

- Does that bother you? - No, but it's important.

It wasn't like with you.

Samir, don't.

Samir!

All I want us to love each other. Why be so complicated

We haven't written a thing yet.

- I've nothing else to say for today. - We haven't done anything.

There's no point going on.

How about having something to eat?

Great. We only never meet to work. It gets boring.

the first girl I screwed was Quasimodo, she was ugly.

It was horrible, I wasn't even 15.

I thought everyone had already screwed but me.

To avoid embarrassment with a nice girl, I practised on an ugly one.

We just jerked each other off.

I think children who get on in life are born out of love.

And those how don't were hand jobs.

The day my dad screwed my mum, he should've just jerked off.

Marriage makes people do everything together.

One day I was with Jimmy. We must have been 15 too.

We picked up a whore. I was embarrassed as I'd never screwed before.

Jimmy said he knew how to so he went first.

When he came out his dick was bleeding. It was awful.

I lost my hard-on. I thought there was something inside that bit you.

We went home and jerked off.

Shit, I drank to much. I've got a head ache.

When I drink. life seems easier.

I wonder why I like it. My head's killing me.

- Sleep here then. - It's probably best.

Can you look at me?

What are you doing?

Just thinking.

- Don't you like it? - It's not that.

I don't want to hurt you. I love you too,

but in a different way.

Shut up and let me believe what I want.

I want to sleep like a baby.

I want to sleep next to you just for tonight.

- Have you only one bed? - There's a mattress in there.

- You'll find sheets... - Forget it.

I can sleep in your bed. I trust you.

After all, it's a double bed.

You trust the bed more than me?

- Shall I set the alarm? - No, don't bother.

- I hit it. - Bullshit!

Motherfucker.

The cops are here.

Put down your guns and put your hands behind your head.

- What do we do? - What, with air rifles, you fuck?

- Keep cool, jerk. - Fuck you!

Hey, cut it out.

I wanted to sleep like a child.

I don't think it will be tonight.

I want to make love.

It's the first time I've loved somebody this much.

Things deteriorate with time.

Also friendships, like everything else. Later, we regret not doing it.

You mean everything to me. Even if it's not mutual, you could force yourself.

That's what I'm asking.

If you're awake, don't tell me.

Turn towards me. I'd make do with your heart beating next to mine.

I want nothing else.

Please wake up.

I'm leaving. Don't look for me. I hate myself and you disgust me!

You should get out instead of moping at home.

That's why I dig my bike. It stops me thinking.

- Have you seen Quentin? - No, I know he's gone to Paris.

I didn't know.

It pisses me off. I need a favour. Just some money, but never mind.

But I really need it.

I was fucking about the other day and got fined badly.

When I was dealing, I had stacks. It's too dangerous now.

- What? - Is that what you want?

No, for something else. It occurred to me while talking about Quentin.

I can't help you.

I've just enough for the rent. My family pays it.

If I hit the top score, I'll get the money.

It wasn't about that.

I'd like to help but...

Julie's planning a meal for Quentin's birthday.

- I'm not sure I should come. - He's love you to.

- Are you sure? - Of course, he never stops talking about you.

I got top score. Are you coming?

- Who's he? - Abdel. I know him since

He never speaks French..

Karim and Jamel understand him.

He says he'd be betraying his country if he spoke French.

His father returned to Algiers disillusioned with his life here.

It was a few years ago. They've never heard from him since.

Abdel is waiting to be deported.

Karim says they'll kill him over there.

as he's a traitor to them.

Tell him to call when he gets back.

He stayed in Paris. Things are going well.

- Did you invite Samir to the birthday party? - Yes.

Bye.

I'd like a ride.

No girl's ever gone further than 100 yards.

I'm not like the others and I like going fast.

Get on and let's see.

- You better put on a jacket. - OK.

- Where to? - Wherever you want.

- It's quite a way. - We've only our life ahead of us.

- I wasn't even afraid. - That's strange.

I thought you were going to take me to a bar

I often come here. It's so quiet.

It's the only place I can be myself. The city silence is too freaky.

I used to live in the country before coming to the city.

My father build a big house next to the woods.

Almost like here.

I had a great life until the age of ten, when he became unemployed

He couldn't pay the mortgage any longer,

so we had to sell the house.

We ended up in a housing project and everything went wrong from there on.

When I feel fucked up, I come here.

Careful.

Depending on a place is sad. People are more important.

That's what I thought. But I can't speak for them.

I feel like a jerk.

It's beautiful here.

It's as if it's always been here and always will be.

- Do you believe in fate? - Yes, I think about it every day.

No. It really doesn't bother me.

Stop it.

Sometimes I think I went out with Quentin...

...just to meet you.

Don't you think some meetings are preordained?

As if there was no such thing as chance

I don't know. Let's go home.

Stop avoiding the subject.

I'd never touch a mates girlfriend.

- I don't believe you. - Think what you like.

It's stupid to hide behind rules.

Listen to yourself. Do you think you're at university here?

Stop acting hard. I think it's crap.

It won't work with me.

- Let's go. - No, come and get me!

- What's wrong with you? - You know.

It's not your nature to be Quentin's friend.

Our nature is to be together.

- Then let's leave it to nature. - You're beginning to understand.

I've tried ten agencies with no joy.

I'm trying to earn an honest living. I'm scum to them.

Did you tell him about the radio?

- Haven't you seen each other?. - No, I mean, Yes...

- What radio station? I was on radio Oalade and the guy

offered me a weekly programme. I gave him your name.

You play what you feel like.

It pays... not a lot...

That's great! I'll show them what good music is.

They're looking for a better DJ.

Thanks.

See, everything is fine.

- I'll get the cheese. - Not for me.

- All right? - OK.

- Need a hand? - No thanks. Go back to the others.

- Julie. - Yes?

What's wrong?

- Samir's weird today. - It must be the sun.

You could've told Jimmy about the job at the radio.

It would have saved him time and humiliation.

Stuff like that could do him in.

Don't worry about him. He's strong and doesn't need your pity.

What makes you talk like that? You hardly know him.

I've known him years.

It wasn't to annoy you.

But you have. And now it's not the moment.

Jimmy, why don't you put on some music?

I'll see what you've got.

Get some practice.

You're drinking a lot.

So what!

- What's this trash? - That's all we've got.

No, let me show you.

- Why did you come? - They asked me to.

They don't know about us. I've nothing to say to you.

How can you treat me like that?

You're so proud of your body.

He learnt to swim at 16 but used to go to the pool to show off his body.

- Remember the Yank? - Drop it.

What Yank? Tell us.

We were at the pool. We were about 15.

And Jimmy was eyeing up a beautiful American. She got up,

dived in but then started drowning.

The life guard wasn't around so Jimmy dived in.

I wonder what would happen as he couldn't swim.

Finally, somebody else saved her.

She only swallowed a bit of water. But he sank completely.

He was unconscious and

the life guard fished him out.

I was braver than you. For all the good it did you.

Stop trying to worm your way out of it.

Are you asleep?

No, I'm listening. You were

lucky to be friends so young.

There was never any trouble between us.

A true friend is so rare, you have to be more careful than with a girl.

- Right, Quentin? - Yes.

- But you shouldn't mix up the two. - I didn't mean that.

I don't know why I said that.

Are you all right?

- Am I hurting you? - No, but what you're putting on

A smile at last.

I want to go home, Jimmy.

You can't do that to Quentin.

- Wait for the cake. - He doesn't care.

- What? - No, nothing.

I know what this is. I don't like rap.

- You've never listened to any. - Thanks.

I'll promise, I'll listen to them.

I know who this is too.

Thanks. Shall we eat the cake?

I feel like moving. We're like a bunch of OAP's sat here.

I've a suggestion..

Quentin and I will take the car,

and race you two on the bike.

- And kill ourselves. - Don't start.

- I'm game. - I hurt myself just sitting here,

- You're no fun! - You two go.

- Quetin! - Get lost!

I'm 20 today and you've ruined my day.

You've just used me. You just wanted to know about me and Rick.

If you were honest, you'd write about something else.

It's my story now. I've copyrighted it.

It's no longer yours and I've nothing to say to you. So what do you want?

You were the one who came looking for me.

You'll regret dumping me, just wait and see.

Leave me be and stop your stupid threats.

They're not threats. One day you'll have no friends left.

Who do you think you are? You mean nothing to me.

You betrayed your best friend for a lay.

- That's what disgusts me most. - Shut up!

You deceive people yourself.

You're sad and conformist! You're afraid! You're a slag!

And despite that, I still love you.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- All right? - It's just a scratch.

Promise never to let me drop. I'm still your brother.

I haven't changed.

I wasn't far behind you.

What's up?

What happened?

What's the problem? Explain to me!

Is it the music? Don't you like it?

Isn't it loud enough? Let's turn it up then.

Is that OK, arsehole?

- I've something to tell you. - Me too.

- You go first. - No, you first.

OK then, I have to move to Paris.

The publisher's renting a flat

to write my book.

Paris is where it's at.

- And not with me? - No, it's not that.

It's just for work. You can come with me

- I'd rather not. - Why not?

I'm not at ease with those people. It's not my scene.

Mine neither.

Look, Quentin.

What I wanted to say is,

that it's better to split up now.

Don't you agree?

Are you going out with somebody else?

And you?

No, I'm not like that.

Bye.

Quetin, stay! It's pouring down.

- No, I have to go. - You'll catch a cold.

It won't kill me. Bye.

Good luck.

Don't say that. We'll still see each other.

See you soon.

- Why are you here, Dad? - To see you.

- What about work? - It doesn't matter.

- What's up? - Nothing serious.

I wanted to finish your book before you left.

I wasn't sure I'd see you tomorrow.

- Do you like it? - Yes, the sentences and words are beautiful.

- Are you having lunch here? - Yes, and you?

- I'll be back at once. - That's fine then.

My train's this afternoon.

- We'll miss him, won't we? - He has to live his life.

You're the one who'll miss him most.

We're inseparable. Anyway, he'll come to Paris.

And I'll come back every weekend.

- I'm going. - Work hard.

Thanks. You'll get used to everything.

See you tomorrow.

- Bye. - Bye.

What's wrong?

Nothing!

It just annoys me.

Things will change when I have my own money.

You'll come to Paris,

and Dad can leave that shitty factory.

Don't think about that now.

Think about the fun you'll have in Paris.

OK?

Protect your grannies! This house is going to shake.

- What are you doing here? - And you?

- Looking for Jimmy. - Have you seen him?

- Can I wait here? - No.

- Strange to do your homework here. - I'm writing.

Nobody bothers me here or tries to read my work.

- Are you ashamed? - No. But I don't want

people to know I'm writing poetry.

Since Jimmy's friend wrote a book, I thought I'd try.

- Let's have a look. - No, I don't want you to.

Don't you write to be read?

OK then. It's called "Black Angel".

"Torn from the arms of nocturnal waltzes,

the Black Angel sings his lament. Wracked by pain, his body

sheds its blood in scarlet streams.

His suffering fades to a halo of light. Love grows inside him,

but it is just death creeping up."

It's not finished. I can't find the next bit.

I'm going. My parents will be worried.

Bye.

Jimmy, this is from Jamel.

I hope you'll read these words every night.

When you are not here,

I write in your cellar.

I don't tell my brothers. They'd laugh at me.

If you want to help me you can show my writing to your friend Quentin.

I could never ask you to your face.

It would be too pitiful.

So I put myself in God's hands.

Fucking wok! Sleeping with the rats? You need castrating.

Get your knife out, Franco.

Let me have a bit of fun.

Come here!

Show us how you wank, with the rat's cock first.

It'll be your last time.

You'll only be able to get fucked..

Fucking queers!

Go and get help.

- Let's call an ambulance. - No. Don't be mad.

Jimmy's always got gear on him.

We can't leave him to die.

Jimmy, can you hear me?

Go and get a bandage and some disinfectant.

- All right? - Yeah, great.

I thought I was going to die.

But look, I've just got a scab.

- I'll put you off your food. - It's all my fault.

Don't be stupid. It's nobodies fault.

We managed pretty well, didn't we?

- What did you want? - Nothing.

But you waited for me, it must have been serious

If you'd betrayed your best friend. What would you do?

Why?

I don't know, I'd try to explain to him.

When the moment was right.

What if he is dead?

That's more difficult. I don't know what you mean.

Forget it, it's not important.

I've something for you at home.

Mum?

Mum!

Anything wrong?

No, I'm fine.

- What time is it? - Two o'clock.

She must have gone to work.

If you're ever afraid, carry this.

Guns freak me out.

You never know with all the fascists around here.

Take it, it's a present.

I've no more friends here. It matters to me that you take it.

Why are you just standing there? You look a fool.

You're the fool. I'm leaving.

- Please, sleep here. - I can't. My mother will be worried.

She must be used to it by now. You can call her.

I really have to go.

- I mustn't get used to you. - Why not?

I don't know. I don't feel at ease here.

But I love you.

It's too weird.

Bye.

Jimmy, wait.

I want to tell you...

I've left Quentin, if that's what's bothering you.

- I've left him. - Stop lying.

- Why would I lie? - Whose decision was it?

Mine. I regretted I was with him and not with you.

- And I hated having regrets. - And not a thought for him?

That's why I left him, so I wouldn't be unfaithful.

I thought I could love you both as much.

I slowly realised it was impossible.

We change too quickly.

- Being honest... - Shut up, I can't bear to

We all have our responsibilities. The choice is now yours.

- What does that mean, exactly? - You know what it means.

- Stop running away. That's all I ask. - I don't get you.

Go back to School then.

Who do you think you are?

- I love you, isn't that enough? - Not so fast! Do you know what love is?

No, you tell me. This is going to be thrilling.

No, I don't want to look stupid.

Jimmy!

Let's go.

What's wrong with you? Your eyes are blood-shot.

- It was just dust. - What did the doctor say?

- Is it serious? - No, it's nothing..

I just felt faint. I'm too nervous.

Honestly.

Hi, I'm answering your ad.

What are you like?

I'm 19 and Arab.

What do you look like?

I'm 1.72m, 66 kilos...

- What do you like doing? - I don't know. It's my first time.

Stop, I can't do it with you.

I'm sorry but you have to leave.

Is it my fault?

No, it would be the same with anybody.

- Really? - Well, except one person.

- Hello Stranger! - Who is it?

What's the matter? Come inside. I'm making some tea.

I don't like the Autumn, it's so sad.

Even if the sun shines, it's really cold. It depresses me.

No, I don't find it sad. I love the colours of the leaves.

But you look pretty depressed to me right now.

How tactful!

It's nothing to do with that.

I like you but you can be an idiot.

If you insult me, you must be feeling better.

I'm glad you came. I thought you were angry with us,

since the birthday party

Don't be stupid. I'm not even angry with him.

Have you seen him?

Not really, only from a distance.

I wanted to drop by today but his mum said,

he was still in Paris.

That would surprise me because I just saw him.

- Swear it's true. - Why would I make that up?

Never mind.

He must have decided at the last minute.

You're so cheerful.

The weather depresses me, but you make me want to kill myself.

Cheer up you two!

I think it's disgusting that Quentin doesn't get in touch.

We're no longer good enough for him.

It's sad.

- I really loved him. - Me too.

I know.

- Did he tell you? - No, but I could tell.

How?

Female intuition, I suppose.

I don't know.

The way you looked at each other.

The way you behaved. Lot's of things.

What do you mean? That I look queer?

No, but it was the way you acted with him.

You seem to be holding back, as if you were ashamed of yourself.

It's awful.

I've never been so obsessed. And it had to be with a guy.

You'll get over it.

"Time heals everything", you mean?

Am I right?

I'll need centuries to get over it.

I wanted to do that.

Shall we dance?

Quentin, are you there? It's Jimmy.

I know you came home this weekend.

You could have come to see me.

Tell me about Paris. I haven't forgotten your promise.

Something bad has happened to me.

I want to talk about it.

Call me back. I don't like answering machines.

Bye brother.

What are you doing?

I was going to leave. I thought you weren't in.

- All right? - OK.

I've been shopping. Nothing special.

Do you know where Jimmy is?

- No, I haven't seen him. - Did he tell you about us?

- It's not his style. - You're right. It's a stupid question.

Love makes everything possible.

What do you think of him?

I don't know him well. I haven't known him long either.

I don't think he believed in love, but you showed him it exists.

That's funny. I get the same impression.

As if he'd never been loved...

or badly loved.

He doesn't know how to be affectionate. It's really sweet.

He seem so sure of himself, so strong.

I'd like to mean as much to him as he does to me.

So, you want to come up?

No thanks. I'll be going.

- Jimmy, I'm calling to say, the programme's great.

Why?

I'm wasting my time with you.

I only want to be with one person. And he doesn't care.

Don't you have any friends?

- Yes. - Than stay with them, bastard!

You're pissing me off!

- What are you doing here? - My home work. It's quite here.

- Want a hand? - No, you never went to School.

- That doesn't make me stupid. - I know.

Too bad.

- Jimmy, I want to ask you something. - Go on then.

- Well? - Forget it, there's no rush.

I'm tired. I'm going home

Girls become tiring, don't they?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong?

- I don't know. - You're bleeding.

- It won't stop. - I'll call a doctor.

- I'll take you to hospital. - Afterwards.

- After what? - Take me to the woods first.

We have to go to the hospital. I don't wan you to be ill.

Take me to the woods and I'll feel better.

You'll see, I'll surprise you again.

You'll be more comfortable in the back.

I lied to you.

At the hospital. I've something serious

It did something to my head.

- Why didn't you tell me? - I was afraid,

you'd be disgusted by me.

I tried to tell Quentin,

I left a message, but he didn't call back.

- Let's go to the hospital. - No way.

I feel better here.

Hospitals stink of death.

I remember my mother when my father was ill.

It's the first thing she did,

take him out of the hospital. He went back every week.

Every time he came home, he was more ill.

He was often sick. Unable to control himself.

My mother would clean up after him in tears and he was ashamed.

I would lock myself in my room,

block my ears and close my eyes.

I didn't want to know but there

was this disgusting smell.

The smell of my father dying

and I ended up being sick.

I've been ill. That's why I didn't come.

I wanted you to

have nice memories.

I don't want nice memories of you. I want you, understand?

A blow to the head won't kill you.

It'd be a stupid way to go.

- Speak to me. You're no fun. - I don't know what to say.

Sing something then.

Let me think.

Who has seen, who has seen,

In the sky, in the sky,

The little worm,

The little worm,

Who has seen, who has seen, In the sky, in the sky,

The little naked worm?

- Look, white butterflies! - It's great. This first snow fall

We have to make a wish.

I've made one, have you?

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Stop!

Stop!

Hi, Samir.

It's Julie.

Jimmy...

died last night.

I don't know. He told me about a blow to the head,

a fight...

Samir.

Samir.

What's your problem?

Samir!

Julie.

Wait, I have to talk to you.

Why are you ignoring me?

- Jimmy and I were like brothers. - It's too late now.

Stop it.

I can't love you anymore. You ruined everything.

What you did is...

I don't want to talk about it.

I was happy with Jimmy.

I loved him.

Julie!

Go away, please.