He wasn't drunk.
The crow spoke to him!
- Shut up! - Don't laugh.
- Dickhead! - Bellend!
In what lingo? Hungarian, French, Crow...
No clue but he said, "Slow down at the bend!"
Don't laugh! It's true.
- Stop! - The crow saved his life.
Cut the superstitious crap.
It ain't crap. I believe it.
- That? - Nah, but in ghosts and stuff.
- And you, bro? - I only believe what I see.
C'mon!
Willy please get a new bike, this one's fucked.
Your face is fucked!
- Parred! - You just got parred!
You've been parred right off!
Pile of junk!
- Will she hold up? - Calm, bro.
Done sucking each other off?
- Who's hyped? - For what?
- Today I'm gonna cross it. - It's too busy.
- Go for it, Jojo! - No...
You only live once!
Jojo, it's too busy.
- Let him show off. - Go on.
Don't be a dickhead!
- Allow it, Willy. - It's calm.
Don't be a dick!
- Why are you doing this? - Allow him.
- It's good. - Don't worry.
Kill it!
- It's too busy. - He's gonna do it.
Get it on Snap!
- I got you. - C'mon, Jojo!
Jojo, Jojo, Jojo!
He's goin' for it, boys!
Fucking maniac!
He's one of ours!
He's nuts.
Mental!
You're fucking mental!
Fucking pussies!
BLOCK PASS
Fifteen seconds!
Let's go.
C'mon!
Go, go, go!
C'mon, Jojo!
- He's there! - Go!
- Yes! - C'mon.
Go, Jojo!
Throttle!
Get him!
On the left!
C'mon! What place is he in?
Third.
Fucking prick.
What did you say?
- What? - Say it again.
You spilt your beer.
What's going on?
- He bad-mouthed me. - Drop it.
Leave it.
- Go on! - C'mon!
That's it!
Fuck...
C'mon.
Faster, Jojo!
Yes! Attaboy.
Second place!
Sterling job.
He did good. Really good.
Here he is!
Well, Dad?
Not bad. You went up too high at the start.
That's where you lost time.
Great work, really great.
Yeah? Well done.
You did it, bro! You killed it!
- Second. - That's sick!
Second place!
That's so good!
Get on.
Let's go.
What's up, pussies?
- Shut up! - Shut the fuck up!
Marina's not into motorbikes.
- Not my scene. - The family artist.
Cool. What do you do?
Fine Arts.
Drawing and sculpture, like?
- More or less. - Cool.
Ok, babe?
My very own champion!
- Ok? - Yeah.
Seen how proud your dad is?
- Can I get a beer? - Sure.
- Me too. - A beer? Hold on.
Coming.
Your mum didn't want to come?
She works early, and has Mélo too.
- Sure. We all work. - I swear.
He's looking good.
Good thing too, he needs to relax.
I know competitions stress him out,
but shit... It's like talking to a wall.
As for the sex, that river's run dry.
Not even a trickle.
No, keep your money, it's on me.
Thanks, Steph.
- Another beer. I gave Teddy mine. - Go on.
You should be at home in bed in your condition.
No, I'm keeping an eye on red hair.
Relax. He's set on the championship.
I would know...
Would you?
Let's bounce.
Lads!
Boys!
French champion six years ago, best coach would be nice now.
You bet.
One race to go. Don't screw it up.
- I got this. - Stick at it.
Almost there.
Your dad would be so proud.
Let's celebrate.
Turn it up! Pass me a bottle.
He's nuts.
- Got a light? - Sure, Sparky!
- C'mon. - Stop playing.
I know that girl's face.
Alix's cousin. She lives in Angers.
- Wasn't she at our school? - Dunno.
Massive tits though!
She's proper easy. Pussy like a bucket.
Who said?
Everyone.
- C'mon! - Get lost!
- Hey, guys. - What's up?
Congrats, National Champion to be.
Doing all I can.
Time for a drink, boys?
I got a better idea.
- Meet back at base in fifteen. - What?
C'mon, let's go.
- Wanna hang? - Sure.
Creepy vibes...
You're looking for a fight.
I'll put it back before he notices.
Right now, he's sloshed.
I've been working my balls off for a year.
Every race is the same.
Would it kill him to praise me?
One "well done".
It's your dad. That's how he is.
You know him.
C'mon, let's go.
Fuck.
Wanna shoot, Marina?
No thanks.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Odd cos I thought you liked a good banging.
It's too hot, let's go.
Sure.
- Shotgun me? - I'm good.
She really blew you off.
Gale-force!
Shut up!
Parred!
Dickheads!
You keep gettin' parred!
Marina, watch out...
The sensor.
Shoes off!
We're gonna fuck shit up!
Almost took you out!
Come back, dickhead!
- What's up? - Nothing.
Got something to say?
Huh? No, nothing.
Please share, we'd like a laugh too.
Leave it, he's thick.
- Tell her. - Go on, Steven.
- Go on, boss. - She wants you to.
- I don't care. - Speak up then.
Is it true what they say about you?
- What? - You've shagged all of Angers.
That's what it was, I didn't know.
You insisted, so I'm making the effort
to answer you.
Perfect nonce talk.
Yeah!
Each time I'm back in Longué, it feels like 1950...
Your shitty mentalities.
Don't deep it.
The rumours, the reputations.
No one minds their own business.
Yeah, it's wild.
- Should have stayed in Angers. - Don't worry.
No plans to stay.
- That's great for you. - Yes.
Especially cos no one pisses me off there.
I do what I want with who I want.
No one has sticks up their ass.
"No sticks up their ass!"
Fuck off.
Boys, we're just not on her level.
- It's scary. - Terrifying!
What difference does it make who I shag?
How many guys or girls at a time?
That's a lot.
Gotta open your mind a bit.
"Gotta open your mind."
You're a one joke wonder.
Good one.
C'mon, fat man.
Who's fat, toothpick?
What?
- What? - What you looking at?
Your tattoo is sick.
Who did it?
I designed it.
You're hot, I mean talented.
Stop it!
- Any others? - One for my best friend.
She got it tattooed like...
- Shit, what's that? - Scram!
Grab the booze!
Speed up, guys!
Run, run, run!
Steven, you look like Mr Bean!
Here you go.
See you.
FOR SALE
Hi, Willy.
Hiya.
- Was the race good? - Yeah.
Hey, we've been waiting for you.
Fuck you.
Does he ever go back to his?
Don't start.
You'll have to make an effort in the new house.
- Why are you doing that here? - What house?
We won't sell Dad's house.
It's not Dad's house,
it's our house. Time to move on.
What are you doing?
- You aren't in bed? - You neither.
Get outta here.
She hasn't done anything.
Stop sulking now.
- You eaten? - Not hungry.
What are you doing?
You look like Annabelle. What is it?
Mum wanted to talk at dinner.
What about?
- What was it? - Should've been there.
Go on, get to bed.
Fucking prick.
You got me the charger?
Oh no, I forgot.
How did you forget?
I ask for one thing, it's not hard!
- I'll go tomorrow. - No, now.
- Early start tomorrow. - Seriously?
Then you can reorganise this garage.
She's pissing me off...
Why are you here?
Get the fuck out. Now!
I came for the charger.
Willy, wait up.
Hold on.
Keep your mouth shut.
You didn't see anything, ok?
You talk, you're dead.
- I'll kill you. - Let go of him!
Fucking keep quiet too.
JOJO DAD
Willy, wait.
Fucking wait up.
Get up, Mum's on one.
Let me sleep.
We're waiting.
What's he doing?
When I get to my homies, it's smokey with pot
Change that now.
Leave it.
We've got all day...
Tell him not to use that mug.
In the back.
No, it's my turn.
- Go on. - Shut the door.
Get in the back.
Give the mug a rest.
He didn't even notice.
Great.
Take what's in that saucer.
I haven't done much.
Take it, I insist.
Thanks, Jeanine.
120/80.
That's good.
Maine-et-Loire.
I didn't understand.
Please start over.
Which health insurance office are you registered with?
Say the name or postcode of your region.
You see.
Maine-et-Loire, 49.
Watch out...
- Thank you, Séverine. - Anytime!
Let's sit you down.
Take my hands.
Here, my hands.
What if I slip?
- It'll be fine. - I've got you.
Wipe his head.
It's in my eyes.
Can you drop me off at the boat?
We're not done here yet.
- Where was our mechanic? - Helping me.
You've grown.
Wait, David!
He won't be able to help out as much.
- He has exams. - We'll give him back.
You should know they're the priority.
We know. There's no problem.
Don't be late.
Don't worry.
What's up? Sleep ok?
Old folks again?
What the hell were you doing with Jojo yesterday?
He got home at one.
When I called, no one answered.
I had to drag him out of bed to work out.
We didn't see the time.
You didn't see the time?
This is serious. The race, the competition...
For you too.
It's your future.
Yours, Jojo's and Teddy's.
Got that?
Goodbye!
Thank you!
Have a nice day!
Fucking idiots, missing the buoys.
There's swirling here.
Dad, there's some swirling.
Against the current.
Measure it. We'll report it.
Come take the helm.
- David? - Yeah.
Baptiste's not better.
He won't be racing.
It's good news.
Only one race left, boys.
From now on, every day at La Pampa. Willy, you too.
You'll check the bike. We need this win.
No wasting time, we've got to train.
Accelerate!
Step on it!
Still too slow on the bends.
It's his best time this week.
You're messing up all the bends.
- It's the track. It's shit. - The track?
You know what?
Start again.
You're doing a good job, but it's not sinking in.
You can face me. I'm not gonna jump you.
It's not that.
What then?
Makes no difference.
I couldn't tell you.
It's not an easy thing to say.
What's the point?
"He's my bro" and all that.
I don't care if you like dick. But we don't hide things.
Jojo!
- Come here. - Two secs.
When we used to share a bed...
Did you ever...
Imagine things?
With you?
You weirdo, never.
How did it happen?
What?
You becoming gay?
I didn't become anything.
I just am gay, that's it.
Last year, on that course...
Yeah?
There was one guy. We did bits.
Then with Teddy.
Now I know why he always hassles me.
He's jealous.
It's jealousy.
How long you two been doing it?
I don't know, like...
Six or seven months.
I'd known for a while there was something between us.
And one night, after training, we both...
You know...
Know what?
- What happened? - I made a move.
Shit...
Teddy...
What do you see in that junkyard dog?
You don't know him like I do.
That's for sure.
There's something between us.
It's not just a shag.
It's real.
Well...
It's a bit weird. His girl's up the duff too.
But he doesn't love her.
She tricked him into knocking her up.
- You going home? - To the hospital.
Believe in ghosts?
Not that again.
But seriously?
It's some bullshit invented to freak us out.
To scare us off.
To make us feel the dead are spying on us.
They might not be spying.
Maybe they're there to help us.
To protect us...
I dunno.
But there's no one here, bro.
There's you, me and nothing.
No spirits. No ghosts.
Oi, ghosties!
Go fuck your mum!
Here.
Can I ask you something?
Go for it. I've got nothing to hide.
I don't understand why you like coming here.
Dunno.
That's how it is.
What happens if you don't win?
And you don't pass your exams?
I'm passing for sure.
And I'm winning for sure.
Promise, we'll get the hell out of here after.
Look me in the eyes.
Of course, we will.
Oi, ghosties! Go fuck your nan!
- Come here. - I'm pressed.
Please.
- What? - When did you get home?
Dunno, didn't look.
I was so worried, I barely slept.
- You've got to sleep - Wait, Willy.
I got an email with your predicted grades.
They're just predictions, Mum.
My teachers hate me.
They aren't my final results.
I know what "unlikely to pass" means. I'm not stupid.
Don't get angry. I'll catch up.
I'm not angry, I'm disappointed.
Mum, it'll be fine.
Don't worry.
You alright, Willy?
- Slept well? - Yeah.
For fuck's sake.
I'm still in Longué.
Wanna hang out?
Wanna come to the house?
- I got you this. - Thanks.
Come in.
- Welcome! - Thanks.
You get about.
Yeah, quite a bit.
I remember that.
- You do? Here you go. - Thanks.
Fucking hell...
Christmas choir.
I was so into it.
I was eleven at the time.
So you were... eight years old?
- Nine. - Oh, right.
Funny you remember.
First Christmas without my dad.
Was it true what you said the other night?
What?
Well, that...
You'd fucked girls and stuff... And guys...
Got a problem?
No, not at all. It's just...
Marina! The clean sheets? I can't find them.
Coming, Dad. What is it?
Sorry, I didn't know.
No worries.
- I'm just gonna... - Go ahead.
You know the Apocalypse?
Nope.
It's a mediaeval tapestry in Angers Castle.
I'm recreating it in little boxes.
The whole thing?
No, because it's 140 metres long.
I choose bits of it,
I make figurines and I paint.
- That's why you're here? - Yeah.
There's no space at mine.
And my dad needs me.
Is he ill?
If you like.
Is it serious?
Just a bad patch.
- It's in there... - Don't look!
- Sorry. - It's not finished.
- Let's bounce? - If you want.
Cool.
Apparently, this place is haunted.
Just shit to freak us out.
Besides, we'll scare off any ghosts here!
Oh yeah, drugs in the morning...
- What? - My dad's old room.
No way...
He died here ten years ago.
Don't laugh, bro!
I can't stop!
Come here.
I said, come here.
I've got a gift for your dad.
Wait there.
Let's move. I need to go.
What time is it?
I'll leave you two to it.
Ok then.
Next weekend, I'm in Angers.
You can come and I'll show you the Apocalypse.
- Absolutely. - I'll text you.
Sure.
See you.
- Bye. - Catch you later.
Mélo!
Come here, please.
- Can you call Mélo? - Who's that?
The girl dancing.
Pink hoody.
Over there? I'll get her.
- You're not in class? - No.
- Skiving? - I missed the bus. Don't tell Mum.
- You can still go. - Too late.
Got a snack? I'm starving.
Thanks.
You get on well with Etienne.
I guess, he's ok with me.
He's cool, and nice to Mum.
- He pisses me off. - Who doesn't?
You haven't even seen their new house.
- Where? - Behind the fairground.
A big white wall.
Go and see for yourself.
Forget it.
Mum can't buy until our house is sold.
She's done that.
Done what?
Sold it. Mum told me the other day.
- You're lying. - I swear.
She'd have told you, but you went nuts.
Gotta go.
Yeah, go on.
STREETWISE, HOMIES RISE!
Why weren't you in class?
- You're always lying. - Stop yelling.
I feel like plastering the wall with you!
What is this?
Your life's the Pampa?
How about telling me you sold the house?
I wanted to tell you
the other night.
Willy...
You're not around. You never are.
Where're you going?
- What the hell... - Hold your mutt!
- Watch out! - Come back!
Your helmet!
Wait, Olivia! Let me explain.
Explain what? Explain what exactly?
How can you do this to me?
You both make me sick!
- Your Mum worries... - Who asked you?
Don't talk to him that way.
- What's up? - It's ok...
Etienne, put the clamp on it.
Don't touch it.
Etienne, clamp it.
- He's not touching it. - Do it.
Don't touch my bike.
- Mum, tell him. - Go on.
Stop! Take off the fucking clamp!
- Fucking take it off! - Calm down.
Mum, I swear you'll regret this.
I've no choice.
- Willy, this is no use... - Take the clamp off.
Mum, don't let him touch Dad's bike.
You've reached Jojo...
Fuck.
What you doing?
- What? - What you doing?
Don't say you saw me.
Don't tell.
Mélo, hold on a sec.
Can you lend me a bit of cash?
How much?
50, say.
50? Are you serious? What's it for?
I'll pay you back fast.
Please.
Alright.
Thanks.
Hi there.
Hi!
Sorry.
I nearly missed it.
This is cool.
- How's it going? - Fine.
It's super morbid.
The room creates that impression.
But, in actual fact,
it's just about the fight between good and evil.
Everyone thinks the Apocalypse is the end of the world,
but the word means "revelation".
Not the end of the world, but of a world.
Before a new one.
A better one, like?
Dunno about that.
- Coming? - No way.
- Come here. - No.
Come on!
Marina!
Hey, Marina!
What's up?
Who was that guy?
A perv. A fucking perv.
I was nice to him once and he thought I was all his.
Fuck...
You know,
I've never...
Me neither.
Not with a guy...
I thought you'd already...
So why d'you let people say that?
Cos I don't give a shit.
What?
Nothing.
Nothing, I swear.
Gonna answer that phone?
Sorry.
Fuck...
Fuck.
People like you usually hide.
Who has gay boy's address?
Shame on you!
Drop dead, bumboy
Murder beats insults
You ok?
Sorry, gotta go.
I'll explain.
Sorry.
Pick up, bro.
You've reached Jojo...
Fuck...
Steven?
I'm in Angers, I missed the last train.
Can you come and get me?
C'mon, bro, help me out.
Alright, forget it.
Yeah, I saw the video.
Gotta go, no battery.
I don't get it.
Where did I go wrong?
Ok, no one seen Jojo?
Why didn't you say he was a faggot?
- What's your problem? - What?
You're his guy, huh?
- It was you in the video. - Dickhead.
That's why you two hang out.
- You blew him? - Shut the hell up.
- You in the video? - Did he bum you?
Given him a blowie?
I'm at the hospital
I'll give you your predicted grades.
They'll be in your school records.
Unsurprisingly,
no great improvement this term.
Right, Willy?
Ok? We're not disturbing you?
Your parents have already had them by email,
but I'll give you your individual predictions.
You swallow sausage in Longué?
Fucking peasants.
Sheep-shaggers! Sausage-swallowers!
What is this?
JOJO DAD
I'll give you your predictions.
Read them, sign them, and I'll collect them.
Where is he?
What?
Where's Jojo?
Dunno, he's not here.
Nor at home. Where is he?
Dunno.
Cut it out. You have to know where he is.
On my Dad's grave, I swear I don't.
I'll talk to your mum. I'm not stupid.
We have a championship to win.
- What? - Your pal sucks cock!
Piss off! Sit down.
You fucking hick.
Sit back down.
The one in the cap,
sit down!
You fucking dick.
The other one too, sit down!
Don't worry.
Don't worry, bro.
I bet she's the one who posted it.
- Who? - His woman.
What'll you do?
I dunno.
If my dad sees it, I'm dead.
He was at the school earlier.
- Who? - Your old man.
He was looking for you. I don't think he's seen it.
He soon will.
Everyone's seen it.
I'm fucked.
C'mon, he's your dad.
Maybe if you talk to him...
You'd talk to him?
Seriously? You'd talk to him?
Be right back.
Fuck...
- Fuckers. - You don't have to get on.
I don't give a shit.
Want me to come?
No, I'll talk to him alone.
Call me, ok?
- Come over if it turns to shit. - Ok.
- You dare come here? - Dad...
Don't try coming in!
Everyone saw you. They know you're a fag!
What do I look like now?
100 grand wasted on this shitty little poof!
Mum...
How can you do this to your father?
- No! - What the hell?
Stop!
Move or I'll burn you up too!
Come back, faggot!
- Still around, you shit? - Was it you?
- Don't cause a scene. - Get lost.
- Let's talk, Teddy. - Forget it.
I spoke to him.
Get lost, it's wiser.
Not until we've talked.
Piss off, ok?
Or I'll fuck you up.
What are you waiting for?
- Hit me. - Wanna talk?
Wanna talk? C'mon, let's talk.
Move it.
Get off me!
Teddy, listen.
- Let go. - Go ahead, talk.
Let's get outta here.
We win the championship and leave.
Cut it out.
Drop the crazy ideas.
It's over, no championship now. I told your dad it's done.
Was it you?
- Did you give her the video? - She took my phone.
So dump her. Why're you with that bitch?
Watch it, she's my son's mother.
I'm gonna talk.
About what we did, what we had. Everyone will know.
What'll you say?
Say whatever you want. Who's gonna believe you?
This shit's in your head, ok?
Dad...
Sorry.
Willy...
Willy, sweetheart.
Willy, wake up.
I need to talk to you.
Go back to Mum.
Go on.
Martine!
Easy with the kid.
- He can't take it. - He can.
He's not a kid anymore. Right, Willy?
You're not a kid.
Kid or not...
You've got your shoes on?
- What? - Your shoes.
- What? - Kids today know nothing.
Don't wear shoes from the cemetery indoors.
You're nuts.
Don't bring the dead's soil in, it's bad luck.
- Yeah? - Bad luck.
Jojo was a good kid. It's a shock for his parents.
- Hi, Séverine. - Hi, David.
How's it going?
- Is this a bad time? - No, it's ok.
Is Willy here?
He's revising in his room.
Can you call him? I need to see him a minute.
Yes.
Willy, come here!
He's coming.
Thanks.
Hi, Willy.
Hi.
So you're revising hard?
That's good.
Mind if we go for a drive?
Ok.
I'll be in the car. Bye, Séverine.
Coming.
I know about Jojo's video.
The violence of those shits who harassed him...
I'm gonna fucking get them.
Things ok with your mum's guy?
He was there Tuesday.
You know, I miss your dad too.
This track was our dream.
He was one hell of a biker too.
Wanna take a ride?
Please, I'd like you to ride it.
Steph doesn't want it at home.
I dunno what to do with it.
Jojo's bike is yours now.
You're gifted.
A good biker.
You really should try it.
I saw you earlier. It's in your blood.
You'd have gone far together.
Believe me.
Come on...
Let's finish the season.
One final race.
A week to get ready.
What we planned with Jojo.
Come on...
We do it for him. We do it for your dad.
We do it for them.
- I dunno. - You know the circuits and bikes.
You're better than anyone else.
I can't. I have to revise.
Stop that. It has to be now.
If not, the Pampa, racing, Jojo, your dad mean nothing.
C'mon, we do one last race.
One last one.
Please.
Please...
For Jojo. Please.
Ok.
I'm not saying he's no good.
But you're just hurting yourself.
You don't get it.
It doesn't hurt, it does me good.
I dunno, giving him Jojo's bike and gear is kind of...
Weren't you fond of Jojo?
We're doing all this for him.
You hit the wrong rut. You could've gone into orbit!
I know. This one's tough.
You've done the circuit 15 times!
- Three hours now. Let's stop. - No, it's ok.
- He'll bomb. - He's on top of it.
He won't be ready.
I'm paying you to get him ready.
You ok?
You reacted well.
That's the right attitude.
Rest tonight. Take a hot shower and put ice on it.
What's going on?
- We have to start packing. - Hands off that!
- Calm down. - Who asked you to tidy up?
We need to pack...
You don't touch his things!
- Don't touch them. - Are you crazy?
- Shut up. - Calm down.
I asked him to sort stuff.
Can't you just leave me in peace for once?
Mum, can't you leave me in peace for fucking once?
It's too late.
We have to leave.
Cut it out! Calm down!
Stop it, Willy, please!
Take her back inside.
I know you miss him.
I miss him too, you know.
I miss your father every day.
Yeah?
So why do this?
Why get rid of everything?
- Why? - We have to move on.
I only asked him to do the boxes because I couldn't.
I can't manage it...
Help me do them.
It's tough for you right now, but I need your help.
I need you with me.
With us.
With Etienne too now.
This section is all ruts.
It'll be churned up.
Stick to your rut.
Ride with your mind, fast.
How are they?
Good.
Ok, we'll take them.
They're made to last.
Your dad's spoiling you.
That sucks.
Let your mother sing.
So what do you like?
I like stuff that's more...
- Bruce Pringsteen or... - Bruce who?
Hold on a second...
Ringsteen...
- You can't even say it! - I can, Bruce Springteen.
- You can't say it. - I can, spring like the season.
You're here?
Are you ok?
Come on in.
You have all you need.
Ok, thanks.
I'm down in the living room.
- David? - Yeah?
Where's Steph?
She's gone away to rest a while.
And I'm here all alone.
The bedroom...
I can't anymore.
Good night.
I'm sorry.
Make a fast start.
It's 70% of the race.
David...
Did you burn Jojo's bike?
What?
Jojo's bike, did you burn it?
Not now!
Go on, crush them!
Go on!
Go on, go for it!
15 seconds!
Go!
Fuck!
My leg!
What the hell?
Move, Willy!
Move! What're you doing?
A doctor!
Get moving!
Go on!
Willy, move!
Ride!
Gently...
Move, for fuck's sake!
Well?
- Did you pass? - Dunno. My phone's off.
I'm gonna see now.
- See you tomorrow. - See you.
Well?
- I passed. - I don't believe it.
My baby boy!
That's wild! Well done!
Well done, sweetheart!
You aced it.
- I told you so. - Yes.
I'm so pleased.
Well done, sweetheart.
Come here.
Are you ok?
I'll call you, Mélo.
Look after yourself, ok?
Look after yourself too.
Ok, I have to go.
Ian Burley & Sophia Till
CINELI DIGITAL