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Our debate for this evening tackles the issue of road safety

as the Ministry of Interior made two announcements.

The ban on hands-free car kits,

which we talked about earlier.

Another regarding young drivers

who've had their license for less than 2 years

whose drink-driving limit has been set to 0.2 g of alcohol per liter...

I'm sorry to say it, but we must face the fact

that France isn't doing well among European countries

when it comes to road casualties due to drunk-driving.

This is very serious.

You asshole!

What the f...

SUPER DRUNK

24 HOURS AGO

Janus?

Janus?

Ja...

nus!

Get me out of here.

Next year in Paris, you won't have anyone to wake you up.

We're apartment hunting tomorrow, remember?

The rents in Paris are crazy.

It'll be a big change for you to leave the nest,

your little mommy, the country...

What about Sam?

Any news about college?

She didn't get in.

Shame.

You guys were inseparable but she's happy for you, isn't she?

- Dunno. - What do you mean?

I don't know!

You haven't told her? It's important, Janus.

You can't go tomorrow and not tell her you're leaving!

- She's your best friend. - All right. I'll tell her.

See you.

Janus!

Take this.

It's your application for college.

I'm busy this morning.

The mailman picks up the mail at noon.

Don't forget.

I won't.

All directions Other directions

Hi, Janus.

Hello, Mr Marfaing.

Ever told you, you look more and more like your dad?

Every day, Mr Marfaing.

Well it's true, isn't it?

- How are you, Janus? - I'm good.

Sam? Hurry up, Janus is here.

Want a prune? They're good for your bowels and magnesium.

- No, thanks. - Why not?

How's the harvest?

Oh well, the fruit look good.

Any news about college?

Well it's...

Sam! Don't smash the tractor, I told you to hurry.

Easy! I didn't do anything, your tractor's fine.

What's up?

- Hey. - Move it, Sam.

You're gonna need a good kick up the ass next year!

Hire a Chechen if you're not happy.

- I'll think about it! - Think hard.

Don't forget your brother.

Come, Jean-Michel.

Look at him. Slow as a tractor.

Go to school and hit the gas!

- Was it the head gasket? - Yeah.

Puts the mailman back on his moped!

I can't handle my father sometimes.

Do we all turn into old farts like our parents?

I hope not.

Me neither.

Such a shit life...

Word.

Hello.

How do we go to the party tonight?

- I'm not into that kind of party. - Why not?

Because people get shit-faced, the music sucks ass

and it always goes wrong. I'm out.

Wait... Janus?

Do you realize that you're 17

and you never got shit-faced?

- So? - You're missing out.

When you're drunk, you become somebody else.

You're no longer shy, everything looks funny...

- Maybe you just don't like having fun. - I like having fun.

Come and get drunk, then.

I don't wanna!

Do it or I'll make you.

Here's the chemical formula of what's in front of you,

10 ml of concentrated hydrochloric acid and zinc chloride.

We've talked about hydrochloric acid before,

it's mainly used in the food industry

to make gelatin or as an additive.

- Are you picturing her naked? - What?

- No. - I hope not because she's ugly.

- Why do you say that? - Ugly.

Very ugly.

... primary, secondary or tertiary alcohol.

What group is that alcohol part of?

Me, me, me...

Esther?

- Ethanol? - Correct.

Even her accent sucks.

Can't understand a word.

You have an accent.

Sure but mine is French, perfectly clear and melodic.

But the Brits...

It's dull, unpleasant to the ear...

I see you. What the hell are you doing?

I'm making a cocktail.

Do you need a doctor?

Not really, no.

Pour it in the sink. And do it now, you moron.

What a douche...

Shut the fuck up.

Today's exercise

is to get this blue precipitation.

Can you do that?

How did you do it?

Follow the manual.

It's like Esther's hair dye.

Good job, Janus. Thank you.

Good to see you're not all retards.

No one else? No other precipitation?

Hurry up.

As mayor of our beautiful village, I'm proud to stand before you

for the inauguration of our brand new...

water tower.

It's hardly a tower.

Technically speaking,

the reservoir was buried underground

to preserve this beautiful scenery of ours.

Children in their last year at the Françoise Dolto preschool

were given the chance to decorate this dazzling...

water tank slab.

A round of applause for their great work!

Yes? Mr Ribard?

Water's fine but what if we want to drink something else?

Meaning what?

We used to have fun but you had the bar closed,

you canceled the grape harvest festival, we get roadside tests every night

and we can't get drunk without being fined.

Alcohol has always been a big issue in Saint-Prunin.

Do what you want but you can't keep people from getting hammered.

We enjoy good things!

It was part of my program to fight this!

And I was elected.

Nobody reads election programs.

We voted for you because we liked your husband.

Must I remind you what happened to him?

Bear in mind that alcoholism

is a public health issue.

First cause of road deaths,

second cause for cancer,

and first cause of domestic violence!

- They're just figures. - She's such a downer.

Jean-Michel?

Shouldn't you be at school?

You're killing us.

Prohibition has never worked.

Does anybody have a question about the matter at hand,

the water tower?

Boozing is a right

Yes, Mr Ribard?

I wrote several times about the pothole in front of my house,

nothing has been done and it's getting bigger.

Easy. Pass the ball. With both hands.

Look at her, she's a bike pump.

Forget about her, bro.

Cut it out. Unlike you, I can be attracted to people.

I can be attracted too.

But picture that...

Give it to me, spread my butt cheeks and...

Shut the fuck up!

Hi!

- All good? - Yes.

What were you guys saying?

- Let's go. Up and under. - Go on.

Ball!

- Are you coming to the party tonight? - We are.

- You? - Yes. There's a pool.

I want to get drunk.

Yeah, totally. Me too...

I wanna get real fucked up!

I'll show you a drinking game we have in England.

Sure.

You don't stand a chance.

I wouldn't be so sure, careful.

I'll pull you off.

- What? - I'll pull you off!

That's how you say it, right?

Of course!

- You'll "pull it off". - That's it.

See you tonight, then.

- Yeah. - Bye.

"I'll pull you off"?

- You thought she'd tickle your pickle? - Shut up.

Now please join us to toast with fruit juice from our local farms.

- Fruit juice? - You can keep it!

It's happy hour!

Come to my place.

It's happy hour!

Jean-Michel, care for some juice?

We're done with school.

Now, time to unwind.

Yeah, totally.

By the way, any news for next year?

Well, actually...

- Sam? - What?

Come here.

Do you want to come my party?

Sure. Why?

We got thrown out of the store. We need alcohol.

Zero alcohol, zero fun.

- It sucks. - Shit.

- Your ex-brother-in-law works there. - Yeah.

Here.

Cash for the booze.

Not a word to your mother or I'll destroy you.

- How much is in there? - Enough.

What do you want me to get?

What do you want, boys?

The cheapest and strongest.

- Whatever gets us real drunk. - Got it.

- Fuck off. - Yeah, you too, brother.

That shit is crazy.

I've never seen so much money in my life.

Damn it. I'm putting it in your bag, my zipper's broken.

Tito, we told you to wear a helmet!

Eat that, you piece of shit!

I don't disagree.

Let's go?

Janus?

Come on, let's go.

Hi.

- What's up, Vivien? - What's up, kids?

The usual.

Your sister? Still in the city?

We don't see much of her now.

I know.

I miss Estelle. Cheeky girl.

Sorry.

- Do you have some ID for this? - Sure.

Your mayor of a mother came by.

No alcohol for minors or no more liquor department.

That's 80% of my revenue.

Anyhow...

What's all the alcohol for?

The end of high school.

- Already? - Yeah.

Enjoy while you can before life gets really ugly.

It can't be worse than school.

You're still living the dream.

Like I said, enjoy.

I mean, high school is life on the beach.

Then, it's all about responsibilities, book-keeping...

Adult life is a total drag.

- Do you guys have dreams? - Of course.

Honestly, forget about them.

I had dreams, we all had them.

Then, reality gets back at you and it kicks hard.

A kick in the face, that's what it is.

You're exaggerating.

No. Life will kick you in the face.

Hear me when I say this.

One kick in the face after the other.

Got it?

Do I look happy?

Aging is the worst thing that's happened to me.

I wish I'd died at 20.

In a car crash.

Best way to go.

Drunk-driving.

Hitting the gas, going as fast as I can.

Faster, faster and bam!

Straight into a plane tree.

Anyhow.

Cash or credit?

Cash.

Give me the money.

What money? You have it.

No, it's in your bag. I told you earlier.

Where?

- The front pocket. - The front pocket?

Of your bag.

Mine is broken so I put it in yours.

That's not it?

What did you put in the mail, then?

Oh fuck!

Stop!

I do credit cards...

That's great. Who's gonna put that back?

Why did you do that? He's gonna kill us!

It's not my fault!

He gave the money to you!

Yeah?

Well, you're the one who just sent it through the mail!

I told you it was in your bag.

You never listen, you're a pain in the ass, it's always the same!

Santucci's a lunatic, he's Corsican and Basque.

So what?

So, you're in deep shit!

Janus, he's gonna come for you,

grab your balls and he's gonna crush them so hard...

That's him.

Don't answer him, don't.

We have the bottles and everything we need.

No problemo. All good.

See you tonight.

Toodle-oo.

Do you have any cash?

Dunno. Just a tenner.

Do you?

No, I don't have money. Never have...

What if we stole bottles from your dad?

Ever since my brother found his Armagnacs,

my dad checks the levels every Monday.

Forget it.

What about your place?

Of course not.

Sorry.

Which one's your father's again?

You do look alike.

You have the same...

The same...

Everything, really.

Cut it out. I hear it all the time.

Why do you get upset?

I don't wanna look like him.

I never knew him. He was a drunkard.

Do you have any memory of him?

No.

I never got to live anything with him.

Let's go.

Wait.

Doesn't your mother talk about him?

We never discuss that.

Everybody here knew him better than I did.

All I got from him was that shitty canteen.

He was 4 grams over the limit when he crashed into that tree.

Now, my mother won't let me drink.

Alcohol isn't the real problem, if you want my opinion.

It's the plane trees.

They're all over the roadside.

Without them, he would've ended up in a field.

He wouldn't be where he is now.

But it doesn't look like your mom wants to ban plane trees.

Since your dad was a complete boozer,

don't you have any bottles left?

Where's your decency?

It's just that if he hit the sauce,

there might be some bottles left.

I dunno.

Maybe in the cellar.

What cellar?

You never said you had a cellar.

What's the point? My mom put a big lock on the door.

It's probably empty anyway.

Think, stupid. There wouldn't be a lock.

A cellar is where people store their bottles.

Do you have the key?

No, I don't.

Right.

- Hold this for me. - What are you doing?

Do you know my rugby nickname?

No.

The bulldozer.

Are you OK?

Bulldozer...

It's just that I didn't warm up.

We need to find the key.

Where's that fucking key?

There's nothing here!

You know my mother, she hides everything.

I've never found her secret place.

Hold on.

There's one spot we haven't looked yet.

But...

you won't like it.

What is it?

That's ridiculous.

Why hide the key in her panty drawer?

Girls do that. We hide things in our panty drawer.

It's a sacred place we know you won't be looking.

So here we are...

Not a word about this.

I don't wanna.

I know it's hard but we have to. Come on, do it.

Deep breath and dig in.

Come on.

Hold on...

What is it?

Check out that bad boy.

Stop! Shut up! I don't want to know!

The size of that thing!

- Now, get back in there. - No! Fuck you!

I'm not putting my hand back in there!

Santucci will kill you if you don't!

Do it.

Go on.

Search for it.

I'm gonna puke.

Hurry!

That's it?

CELLAR

- Give it to me. - Here. Let's go?

- We're good... - I'm home.

The dildo.

Come on.

Janus?

Come on!

Hurry.

Anybody here?

Get up.

Janus?

Is that you, darling?

What's going on here?

Nothing.

In my bedroom?

What happened to your eye?

What happened?

- Sam, did you do this? - No!

I just hit a branch.

That was a big branch, then. That big?

Unbelievable.

Look. It's like some kind of...

Let go of me.

- Where are you going? - Leave it.

I have a right to know.

Don't be too late.

I won't.

What if you had a concussion or a head trauma?

Do I still have a mark?

Oh my...

Really?

I'm kidding!

Chill out. It's gone.

You're not funny. Imagine if she'd found us.

We have the key. It's all that matters.

It smells musty.

Damn right.

Sam?

- I'm scared. - I know.

Empty.

Empty.

And...

empty.

Empty.

This one?

Empty.

Why keep so many empty bottles?

What is this place? A secret lab?

I dunno. It's weird.

Maybe your dad had a secret life.

What's underneath?

What kind of machine is this?

What does it mean?

I don't speak Italian.

That's Latin.

They're the same.

It's like a giant cooker.

Who is it?

That's my grandpa...

and that's my father.

He looks hot in that photo.

So, the ugly baby would be you.

It's that machine behind them.

You think it's...

Hold on.

What now?

I know what this is.

It's a machine for making alcohol.

My uncle told me about these.

What do you mean?

In the old days, a guy would make alcohol for everyone.

Like a druid. You don't realize,

this could be the discovery of the century.

- You didn't know it was there? - No.

- Your grandpa? - What about him?

Him in the photo. He never mentioned it?

No.

Do you ever communicate in your family?

He should know how it works.

Where's your grandpa?

I'm warning you, five minutes and we're out.

I'm sure Jacques is one cool grandpa.

He talks weird.

Like all the grandpas around.

Grandpa?

He won't hear you.

Louder.

Grandpa!

Which one are you again?

I'm Janus, your grandson.

Janus...

What an awful name.

What do you want?

We wanted to ask you something.

We found this earlier.

Let me see.

Lovely picture.

I didn't know that one.

That's Christophe.

Christophe, your father.

What about this?

If I ever tell you about this,

your mother will kill me.

It's a machine for making alcohol,

we just want to know how it works.

It's called an alembic.

What's it for?

An alembic is used to distill

fruit...

to make... brandy.

To distill fruit?

Yes, fruit.

Pears, plums, cherries...

Anything.

Why did he have it?

He had it because he was a distiller.

- A distiller? - Yes.

We've been distillers for generations.

Wait a minute. There's something I don't understand.

Fruit contain alcohol?

Oh dear...

She's not the sharpest knife.

Follow me, children.

I'll explain everything.

Let's go.

There's alcohol in fruit?

I don't get it.

Yeast...

would turn...

the sugar...

into alcohol.

In present days,

these no longer exist.

We're no longer allowed to use...

that machine.

Politicians...

deliberately...

destroyed this tradition.

As a result, youths like yourselves...

have been drinking...

shit in a bottle.

Here.

Look, Janus.

This was your father's notebook.

He designed the whole thing.

When he passed away,

I got it back.

My father passed it on to me

and I passed it on to your father.

You're now old enough

to have it.

It's yours...

Do what you want with it.

I never knew he was a distiller.

Back then, it was important to know how to do it.

But now, it's important not to know. You get the difference?

Your father wanted to improve the recipe.

Stronger...

So, he designed the machine you see here.

He was the one who built and paid for it.

The problem was that your mother

wasn't okay with it.

Even at the time.

You see?

His brandy was quite something...

It was no ordinary drink.

It would make your guts churn.

We'd toast

and the clinking

of your friend's glass

was so pleasant to the ear,

we'd all be drooling.

Let me tell you,

the taste was like no other.

And if you had to leave the table, you knew why!

So, the brandy...

is it hard to make?

Of course not.

It's child's play

but there's a certain art to it.

Let me tell you,

the best form of inebriation

is the inebriation of youth.

It's crazy.

You're the descendant of a family

of dickstinkers.

Of what?

Dickstinkers.

It's pronounced "distillers".

Is it all explained in there?

It looks like it.

So we have the recipe for the best alcohol in the area.

- What if we made it ourselves? - No.

- What if? - No.

- What if? - We're not gonna do it.

It would solve all our problems.

Didn't you hear? It's contraband and totally forbidden.

We don't have the know-how.

Janus.

It's in your blood.

You're the chosen one.

You're the last of the dickstinkers.

It's your legacy and responsibility.

What your grandpa talked about, is it feasible?

Theoretically speaking, it is.

There you go.

What's there to lose?

We do like you said, we follow the manual.

We already have a problem.

What is it?

Well...

We need fruit.

I mean...

a hell of a lot of fruit.

The best prunes around. We make 100 tons a year.

Is that enough for you?

Yeah, that should do.

And it's all organic.

We need some old ones,

some that started fermenting and rotting.

Check this out.

The ugly ones we didn't sell.

You like them ugly, anyway.

Is this about Esther?

Yeah. She's ugly.

I disagree. To each their own.

I like her. She's a type...

Yeah, the ugly type.

Well, I like her. I really do.

Tell me. Is that fermented enough for you?

That's very good.

Sam?

Have you seen your brother? He wasn't at school today.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

I'm familiar with these faces.

The monkey business kind of face.

I know it.

By the look of your frangipane faces, I know something's cooking.

I could bet on it.

Something's cooking. Something bad.

I'm showing him the farm.

- I can do that, right? - You can.

Whatever you're up to, I don't want to be bamboozled.

I have a sense for these things. I'm a hunter, I smell it.

Don't mess with Paulette.

Careful with Paulette!

I know you're up to no good. I can sense it.

Don't light firecrackers next to the fuel container.

Give us a break, we're not 8 anymore.

If it goes off next to the container, bang!

It would blast the tractor 40 meters away

and your mother, 500!

We get it.

Don't laugh behind my back.

- No firecrackers! - What the hell?

They're up to something!

So... can we take them?

There's so much, we don't know what to do with them.

We store them and eat them all year long.

Prune cakes, prune pies, prune pork steaks...

My bowels are going to pieces.

I'm telling you. Pieces.

I have the turbo-runs. It's like fudge.

I wake up with the shits, the shits, always the shits...

The simple thought of it, I'm growing a monkey tail.

Gosh, that hurts.

Sam?

Shut up. This is serious.

Turbo-runs are serious too.

Can we take them?

Yes. How much do you need? 2 or 3 kilos?

We need 100.

How are we going to carry 100 kilos?

We won't be going very far with your big arms.

Our asses aren't out of the nettles yet.

Why "Paulette"?

I don't know.

It's a cute name.

It's clear he's a male. Look at her massive dong.

Can't you be named Paulette and have a big dong?

- You can. - There you go.

Is she transgender?

What?

I don't know. It's just a donkey.

Ask her.

Right. So how do we make it work?

First,

we put the fruit in the press.

Then, we pour the juice into the tank.

That's where we heat it up.

We close it and raise the temperature.

Easy.

It reminds me of an episode of a cooking show.

"Hello everyone, Maïté here.

"Today, we're going to make some brandy.

"The recipe is very easy.

"We need a ton of the finest rotten prunes

along with much love and elbow grease."

Thanks, Maïté. Very useful.

Pleasure.

Right. When it's time to go...

it's time to go.

I had the same this morning.

What do we do now?

We wait.

This is boring.

We're almost done.

Remember when we were kids,

the teacher took us on a visit of a vineyard

to pick up grapes.

When we got home, we tried to make wine in the garage.

Our plan was to sell it,

buy a van and go far away from here.

Yeah.

It turned into vinegar.

Yeah, that's right.

We were so young. Do you remember?

I liked it back then.

Me too.

Nostalgia's a weird thing.

Why?

I'm not sure I find it pleasant or not.

What if it worked out this time?

- We could make good money. - How so?

Think about it. We have the machine,

the ancestral know-how,

the best plums of the area

and countless drunkards for customers.

That's true.

I'm being serious.

It's an opportunity to do something together next year,

to get out of here, be free,

and tell our parents to fuck off.

We should probably go.

Yeah.

I hope it's not vinegar this time.

OK, we did that part.

And that...

And that part...

We heated it up, we poured...

Ready?

Yeah, do it.

No, no, no! We did everything right!

What?

It should flow out.

Why isn't it?

I have no idea!

- Are you sure we did it all right? - Yes.

We followed every step. I told you.

There's gotta be something wrong.

Maybe we fucked up the quantities.

- It should be coming out. - We messed up.

- What are you doing? - Let me deal with it.

It won't work. Don't!

No, no, no!

Sounds normal to you?

It's working!

We made it.

Yeah.

We're wasting it.

Use your canteen.

I'll get the bottles.

These are the last bottles.

Shouldn't we taste it?

Do you want to?

Here. You first.

No, try it yourself.

It's your dad's recipe, you first.

I don't like alcohol, remember?

Jean-Michel, what are you doing here?

And you carry dad's gun, what's wrong with you?

Don't play with it if it's loaded.

What a moron.

- Let's make him taste. - No.

He's ten.

If we did something wrong and it's methanol, he could go blind.

He's already farsighted

and he's a pain in the ass so no big deal.

Just one little sip.

Where did he go?

Oh well...

I hope it wasn't a cyclist.

So, does Paulette...

have a boyfriend or girlfriend?

Some donkey would visit every now and then,

a he or a she, I don't know.

They'd give each other looks and all but he never came back.

Poor her. That's sad.

I was thinking about...

Shit. It's Santucci.

Hey Santucci, what's up?

Great. We're on our way, we shouldn't be too long.

See you later.

We're fucked if we get arrested.

We can't have the bottles.

What do we do?

We smile, act normal and everything will be just fine.

They look suspicious.

And really dumb.

Let's take a look.

We're just two youths out on a walk with a donkey...

Quite normal.

Nothing to worry about.

Good evening.

Hello.

What are you doing with this animal?

Oh that... It's an animal for plowing.

A draft donkey to work in the fields.

Be careful with them.

My niece got kicked as she walked behind one of those and...

And?

Now, she can't pronounce the word "sausage".

She's a bit...

You seem a little nervous to me.

Just an impression.

You look nervous to me.

You do. I think you look nervous.

Do you carry any substances?

No.

What's in the bag?

In there? Dunno.

What do you mean?

Enough!

Open the bag.

- Wait because it's... - Don't!

- No but... - I don't want to hear it.

Can I do my job?

Unbelievable.

It's my mom's.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, kid.

It's normal.

It's good to know your body.

We've all done it.

We've all shoved a little something up our bottoms.

Tell me about it.

Find your own pace.

It took me years to learn about my prostate, how it works...

What matters most is to be comfortable

with your sexuality.

Keep it simple and good.

Remember to oil it up.

Yes, you might want to oil up that kind of thing. Here.

Okay, kids. You can go.

Off you go.

Thank you.

- Have a good evening. - Goodbye.

Have fun.

- That age... - Yeah.

What's a prostate?

I had the same one.

The donkey?

No.

It's like some kind of ball, apparently.

- Yeah? - Don't you think?

It's only for dudes. You should know about it.

It's for old dudes...

I heard that every man past the age of 50

has to get a finger up his ass.

- For a check-up. - No. It's more like a tube...

Where the fuck were you?

We've been waiting for two hours.

Look at yourselves.

What the hell is the donkey for?

Oh that? Long story.

You have the booze?

Yeah, the booze.

Here it comes.

What's that shit?

That shit, as you call it, is dope.

What is it?

It's brandy. No label 'cause it's homemade.

- Brandy? - Yes.

I gave you money to get some alcohol

and you bring fruit juice!

Fruit juice? Drink.

Hey?

What's wrong?

Here's what we're gonna do,

take the bottles and if you guys aren't roasted by 3 a.m.

Janus and I will pay you back.

That's a deal.

Enjoy, sweetheart.

Who's thirsty?

It's cheap and it's not some industrial crap.

Can I?

Okay, let's do this!

Bottoms up!

Another round?

Come on!

You'll never guess what.

Lucas just bought us some bottles for the rugby club.

I told you we'd make money.

Cool.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Come on, you look totally bummed out. What's wrong?

I don't know.

I'm not in the mood.

These parties aren't my thing.

Having a good time?

- I'm going home. - What?

Everyone's having a blast thanks to us and you wanna go home?

- You're just stuck up. - What?

It's nice because everyone's smashed. Look at this guy.

Everybody's drunk. That's why.

Drink and join in.

Drink.

- What if my mom... - Your mother's not here.

Janus, you're 17.

A sip of alcohol won't kill you.

It ran through your ancestors' veins.

Your grandfather, father, everyone!

Honor them. Drink.

Come on.

- What do your parents do? - They're proctologists.

That's disgusting!

I can't feel anything. It sucks.

Give it some time.

Just a little time.

Hello?

Kidding! I can't take your call, leave a message.

Beep! Still me.

Go easy on the brandy.

Can you feel something?

Yeah, a little something.

Just a little something.

- Hey Sam? - What?

It's amazing what we did today.

Yeah.

You're the best!

You're the best.

You and I,

we're like the A-team.

- We always have been. - Of course. For sure.

You and I...

The brandy will be a hit next year.

A smashing hit.

Yeah...

By the way, Sam...

About next year...

What about it?

Fuck.

- Who is it? - My mom.

Don't answer it.

Look at the state you're in.

Hello?

I've been trying to reach you for ages.

Yes. Sorry.

It's getting late, indeed.

Look at me, you guys.

I'm a unicorn!

What's all that noise?

Nothing.

Janus, are you drunk?

No.

Tell me the truth, I can tell you're drunk.

I am!

Yes, I'm drunk. So what?

I'm drunk and I feel good, OK?

I've never felt so good in my life!

You know why?

Because I'm wasted!

In your face!

What are you gonna do now?

- You OK? - Hello?

I'm fine.

I'm super drunk!

It was the first batch to try it out.

The plums came from my farm.

We can make a lot more for the summer.

Feel free to contact us if you need.

I'll bring the price down for you guys.

Hello?

Fucking voicemail.

Call me back right away, you trumpet. We're worried.

We're worried about Janus.

Call me, trumpet, before I blow the horn

so loud it'll scalp your head. You'll see.

Call me back!

She should call back, now.

It's important to have a pedagogical approach

and not walk away from it.

The old way...

Go!

People here are strange.

Why would they break ice cubes with their heads?

Local tradition.

- Is it? - Yeah.

You brought all the alcohol?

Yeah, it was me.

What is it?

It's my father's brandy.

Is it?

Your dad gives you alcohol?

No, he's dead.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

I never got to know him.

My name's Hugo.

Hugo-rilla!

Do you wanna go somewhere...

more private?

Yeah, sure.

The monkey!

Hugo...

rilla!

I can't believe it.

He lied to me. Why would he lie?

He didn't lie to you.

Come on, he's only 17.

At 17, you have secrets you want to keep.

You don't want to tell your mother everything.

As we speak, he's probably giving a girl the special treatment.

He doesn't want you to know.

It's normal. I was the same.

I would keep my love stories a secret.

Give him some space.

Have you seen Janus?

Have you seen Janus?

Malo, that's sick! Get a doctor!

Chloé, are you OK with it?

Yes, fuck off!

- Can I ask you a question? - Yes.

Are you dating Sam?

What?

You guys always hang out together.

No, we don't always hang out together.

It's just that we're neighbors

and she's my best friend, I adore her.

But we're too different.

She's... down-to-earth,

rough around the edges.

A real country girl.

I'm glad I'm leaving next year.

Where are you going next year?

I'm going to Paris.

Really? I'll be in Paris too.

- Awesome. - It's great.

It's weird,

Sam tells everyone about the distillery you're starting together.

- Is that what she says? - Yes, she's serious about it.

What a drag.

I couldn't stand another year with her in this place

full of old people.

This village is a dead end.

I want to meet new people,

a change of scenery.

All you get around here is...

What's wrong?

I'll be right back. Sorry.

Sam?

Chloé? You OK?

Get the fuck out!

OK, sorry!

Sam! Wait!

Please, stop. I'm sorry.

Don't bother. Go back to Esther.

Really... My head is spinning.

I don't know what you heard but I didn't mean it, I'm drunk.

Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?

I don't know. I was going to.

- What's the difference? - Everything!

Why?

Those who leave say they'll come back often

but they only do for a while

and then, we never see them again.

That's why.

But I realize you don't give a shit about me.

You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you.

That's why I thought we'd stay here together to...

To what?

Forget it.

Tell me.

Why don't you leave this place yourself?

You think I have a choice?

No school, no money for an apartment, my life is already figured out!

I'll just stay here and make prunes!

The thing is...

I don't want you to leave.

Janus, are you OK?

Seriously.

Please wake up.

Help!

What if he's in a coma?

Don't worry. It's not that bad.

- It can kill you! - Really?

Kids today do the craziest things,

you don't realize how serious this is.

You're exaggerating. Comas aren't always lethal.

- Not always but still. - Every now and then.

Only in a few rare cases.

It's the same with hunting accidents.

I remember when I was 15,

I thought I was shooting at a boar. Bang!

It was my cousin. Shot dead.

It was an accident but they're quite rare.

The only accident in the family.

I had two other cousins but they're not dead.

- You killed your cousin? - Yes. Well...

He was an idiot like Jean-Michel. We didn't mourn for too long.

Hey! Come on, wake up.

I'm not kidding, you're scaring me.

Come on.

It's for your own good.

What happened?

You threw up. It's fine.

- Stay with me. - Yeah.

Stay with me.

Yuck.

Life is dangerous.

We know it's going to end one day.

The later, the better but we could die any day.

Living. We can die from living.

I'm not sure what I'm saying but I know it's powerful.

Darn, that's good wine!

I'm sorry about what I said last night.

Don't worry. Forget about it.

I'm sorry too for ruining your date with Esther.

- Where are we? - I'm taking you home.

Hold on.

What is it?

I can't if you're watching.

I've seen your wee-wee hundreds of times.

We were 6. You can't compare.

Damn it.

My mom's gonna be so mad when I get home.

Yup.

So is my father.

If he finds out Paulette's missing,

he'll kill me.

It's his little darling, he loves her.

Where is she, by the way?

You can't miss that!

Paulette, move!

Oh shoot!

You OK?

Of course I'm not OK!

You little assholes!

What are you doing with a pony on the road?

A waste of good wine...

Don't go!

Stay here, you bastards!

I'll find you!

Scum!

Darling?

If I got this right, a pony showed up,

jumped on the road

and you hit the water tower trying to avoid it.

I keep telling you.

Cupcake, I told you there'd be an accident because of that pothole.

It's happy hour!

It's wine with a kick to it.

14%, that's no Burgundy wine!

What a waste...

Why did she put wine in the tap?

It's like finding oil in our backyard!

You don't speak, do ya?

You don't.

There was that beast with two ears

and two assholes aged between 8 and 25, I couldn't tell.

If I'd had a gun, I would've put holes in them!

I'm telling you!

Goddamn pothole.

Can you blow into this, sir?

You have to come immediately.

It's a miracle.

So...

See you tomorrow?

No, I'll be looking for apartments with my mom.

Oh right.

So when do I see you?

Dunno.

Soon.

OK.

We had fun, didn't we?

In that case... Good luck.

See you.

Come.

What?

I have something for you.

Here.

What are you doing?

Take it.

No. This is yours. It's your legacy, not mine.

Take it.

So you can start your distillery.

You sure?

I'll miss you, chicken.

See you later.

Yeah, see you.

I already told you but you look a lot like your father.

That's how it is, eh.

He dreamed of a foreign city

A city of women and gambling

He wanted to live differently In another setting

He dreamed along the stone path

I will leave tomorrow if I prefer

I'm strong enough to go forth And find something better

He wanted something better

Than his plot of land His crooked old tree

Better than the tender light of an evening by the fire

That warmed his father up And an entire troop of ancestors

The walls of dust with the sun on top He wanted something better

Subtitles: William Martin

I'm tired of you. Go home and let me know when you hear from him.

End of story.

That's right.

I can be Pascal, the nice guy, but then...

Bang! I switch to authoritarian mode!

Get it?