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I feel bad about what I said

What's going on?

You have no idea what you're doing.

-I've got it under control. -No, you don't.

Give me your motorcycle keys.

CAMPUS DRIVERS

What about this one? No…

Do they know what caused the allergic reaction?

Yes. Marine collagen.

She survived three husbands, but not an anti-aging pill.

How will I seduce Dr. Patel without my little beauty secrets?

Prudence told me Lane kicked you out.

-What a jerk. -Don't worry about it.

-I'm staying at Becca's. -Have you talked to Lane?

No, but it's better this way. I need to focus on my exam.

Because I'm switching to med school.

I'm taking the pre-med entrance exam.

That's fantastic!

Yes. But I haven't been accepted yet, okay?

When do you start?

If all goes well, next month. The spring semester.

If you get into pre-med, you'll have to dedicate yourself 100%.

There won't be room for anything else.

That's exactly what I want.

MEDICAL SCHOOL - APPLICATION

I need the final guest list. Did you add the Williams family?

Mom, their son doesn't even study at Belrose anymore.

LOÏS MONTEL - 06 39 98 10 02

Who cares? It's our chance to tell them about the company.

Lane?

Yeah, I got it. I'll send it to you soon.

Lane. How are you?

You know what? Handle it yourselves.

LEWIS Hey, why is Loïs staying at Becca's?

PRE-MED EXAM!

MOM Stop acting like a child. Call me back.

To your right.

Left, right, left, right.

THE HUMAN BODY EXPLAINED

-Loïs! -Loïs!

Loïs!

Wait. Are you avoiding us? And also, are you crashing at Becca's?

It's better than a couch.

What's going on? Lane isn't answering his phone.

-I don't know what to tell you. -So you're not gonna tell us either.

I was living at Lane's, and it was cool,

but I found a solution that works for both of us. Sorry.

Delivery.

-What a warm welcome. -I don't want to see anyone.

You're a pain.

What's going on? Why aren't you leaving the house?

Right. You miss Loïs.

-I brought my mom's lasagna. -I'm not hungry.

But it's my mom's.

Look at that.

There we go.

I know you. You screwed up.

Just go talk to her. Everything will be fine.

Loïs Lane. You can't fight it.

Come on, man! Wake up! What's going on?

You think you can ghost us? We're your friends.

Don't make me get angry, please.

Go home.

Whatever.

Don is playing today.

Draft scouts are coming to watch his game.

He won't say it, but he needs us.

It's important to him.

And have some salad with it. You'll love it.

Come on, guys! We're with you!

-What's wrong with you? -Nothing.

-Look over there. -I know.

-Did you see them? -Yes.

If you shine today, it's your ticket to the NBA.

I'm serious. Okay?

No messing around.

Come on, guys.

Of course I came.

How's it going?

Wait here.

Where are you going?

There are two guys from San Antonio in the stands.

It's everyone's dream.

Yeah. Everyone's but yours.

Tell your dad you want to finish school. Tell him it's too soon.

-I can't back out now. They're here. -It's time to choose what you want.

Everyone's been deciding for us ever since we were kids. But we're free, aren't we?

You want your finance degree? Then get it. The Americans will come back.

Trust yourself.

Come on, Don!

Come on! Give it your all!

Okay, okay. Come on!

Come on, guys! Come on!

Defense! Okay!

Belrose!

Come on, guys!

-Here! -Don, take the shot!

Come on! Shoot!

Come on, come on.

Donovan! Donovan! Donovan!

What are you doing? Don!

Come on! Hurry up!

I think he made his decision, guys.

Belrose! Belrose! Belrose!

Go! What are you doing?

What the hell is he doing?

Hey! Time out.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

I'd rather let the other guys play.

Time's up. Please flip over your papers.

ADAM: I'm throwing a joint birthday party with Lewis tomorrow. Come!

No sorry I'd rather not

Lane won't be there. He's organizing the gala with his mom.

Ok I'll be there! Thanks

Watch out! Coming through!

Coming through! Make some noise for Adam and Lewis!

Is that us?

Are they all lit?

Okay.

-Go ahead. -One, two, three.

Happy birthday, dude.

Happy birthday to you too.

They're so cute.

-How do you feel? -Honestly? I feel liberated.

My dad finally understood that I want to finish school.

-That was very brave of you. -Thank you.

Thanks for coming! I'm glad you're here.

-Happy birthday! -Thank you.

-I wouldn't have missed it. -We would've missed you.

Especially him.

You said he wasn't coming.

You're both depressed. We can't take it anymore.

It's okay.

Shit.

Lane's here. What is he doing?

He's having a drink.

Shit. I hope he chokes.

-Want some? -No, thanks.

-Just ignore him, okay? -Okay.

Do you think I could have you all to myself tonight?

-Are you sure? -I don't know. It depends.

-Are you planning to sleep? -Sleep? No.

But right now, I'm planning to take a dip.

No! Lewis, my hair!

Are you hiding?

Yeah, there's a guy I'd rather not run into.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…

Kicked me out and yelled at me? No, you shouldn't have.

I don't know what got into me.

I messed up. I'm an idiot.

Explain yourself.

I don't even know where to start.

It's complicated.

Why won't you talk to me?

Is it that hard?

Forget it. This was a bad idea.

Have a nice day.

You don't trust me, do you?

Yes, I do.

Then stop running away. I'm listening.

I miss you.

I'm serious.

I can't stop thinking about you. Come back to the apartment.

You threw me out, just like Max, and you think I'll just come back?

-I want to know the truth. -I told you the truth.

Stop dodging the question.

Mike's motorcycle accident, what happened with Aaron…

I want to know everything. I need to understand.

No?

Okay, fine. Have it your way.

SUPERMAD

Mike, give me your keys. You can't drive like that.

Grow up.

-I don't enjoy watching over you. -Okay, you win! Happy now?

No, not really.

Aaron throws us the party of the year and you're mad?

Am I supposed to thank him?

You know he's scamming you. It's your money he's spending here.

Wake up! He's dealing drugs with your money.

Stay out of this.

You don't like the party? Want us to turn the music off?

-Need some life coaching? -Shut up!

Hey! He's my friend. Watch your tone with him.

And I'm your brother.

Quit lecturing me all the time!

It's always the same!

I don't need you. So chill out or get lost.

Two, three, four.

-Well done. -Now go left.

-Good, slightly to the left. -Just a little further.

If it's a stripper, I'm not talking to you again.

-She guessed it. -She knows. She figured it out.

-I'm scared. -We're going inside now.

Ta-da!

Since you passed your pre-med exam, we'd like to welcome you to your new home!

Imagine a very big bed.

And here, a desk by the window, with lots of natural light for studying.

You need to study in good conditions, so we decided to fix up the garage.

What do you think?

This is too much.

No.

Thank you.

Stay a little longer.

-I have to go. I need to pack. -Okay.

What time should I pick you up to go to the airport?

-I'll take a taxi. -You don't like how I drive?

And you're telling me now?

It's not that. I don't like airport goodbyes.

They're overrated.

I'd rather remember you like this.

-No, I just woke up. -Smile.

You're very handsome.

You're going to become a great actress.

I hope you know that.

-And I hope you never faked it. -Who knows?

-What? You did? -I'm kidding.

You know you're more than just good in bed.

I know relationships aren't your thing, but you're pretty good at them.

You've never looked so beautiful.

Close your eyes.

You packed way too many books in this suitcase.

There's no such thing as too many books.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Well… -Try not to forget us.

Never. You mean so much to me.

And don't change.

Seriously.

Take care.

Look after yourself.

All right.

-Bye. -Take care.

The house will be so empty without you.

Bye.

-Loïs? -Yeah?

The mailman dropped this off for you.

Okay. Thank you.

LOÏS

SUPERMAD

LANE O'NEILL

"Villa, interior, nighttime."

Who wants some champagne?

A party thrown by Aaron.

I knew my brother would be there.

Give me your motorcycle keys.

Quit lecturing me all the time!

I don't need you. So chill out or get lost.

Open your eyes!

Get out of here!

You're right. Do whatever you want.

Do whatever you want. I'm done covering for you.

What are you doing?

Don't let him go. If he snitches, we're fucked.

Go after him!

Lane!

Lane, stop!

Lane, stop!

When I got home, the phone rang.

It was my mom. She was speechless.

SILENCE. FOR TOO LONG.

THE MOTHER MIKE HAD AN ACCIDENT.

It's Lane. Leave me a message.

Damn it!

YOU'RE INVITED TO THE 73RD GALA OF BELROSE INTERNATIONAL

Yes, of course.

-Good evening, Daphné. -Good evening.

-This is Aaron, the master of ceremonies. -Good evening.

Charlène, William!

-Good evening. This is Aaron. -Good evening.

-Welcome to the gala. -Thank you.

-Aaron. -Nice to meet you.

-We'll talk inside. -I'd love to.

Hi, Mom. You look beautiful.

I don't hear from you for days and then you just show up?

I wasn't sure I'd come, but I couldn't miss it.

You let me down. Luckily, I had Aaron.

-Hello, Aaron. -Lane.

Thanks for being there.

My pleasure. Are you here alone?

What a pity.

-Go sit down. We'll talk later. -Okay.

Good evening.

Good evening. How are you?

-Enjoy the evening. -Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

It is a great honor and a great joy to be here tonight

to celebrate the 73rd Gala of Belrose International.

Give yourselves a hand!

As we all know,

I'm here tonight thanks to one person whom I would like to thank in particular.

She's the sponsor of this event, our beloved sponsor.

Let's hear it for Daphné O'Neill, ladies and gentlemen!

Thank you, Aaron.

Good evening.

Every year, this event reminds us what this school represents.

High standards, ambition,

and the future.

Tonight, we honor those who will continue to excel.

I'd like to dedicate this gala to my son, who died tragically.

He epitomized the drive and ambition of Belrose.

He had a bright future ahead of him,

just like his friend who is standing beside me,

a symbol of this university's excellence.

Thank you so much.

Bravo!

Bravo! That was great.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Lane. You can sit down now.

I want to congratulate my mother,

who can pay tribute to both my brother and the guy who scammed him.

Please excuse Lane's sense of humor.

Of course.

He used my brother's weaknesses to extract money from us.

A lot of money.

But he's very talented. We can applaud him for that.

A man of many talents!

He's so talented, it could happen to any of us.

To you, ma'am, or you, sir.

That's enough, Lane. No one is laughing.

I tried to warn you,

but you resent me for being the one who's still alive.

Lane!

What's this? You want to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone?

-Calm down! -Lane! Damn it!

Why did you let him leave? Why?

Mom!

I was there that night.

I was there.

I could have saved him, but I didn't. I left him all alone. I left.

Mom, I just need you to forgive me.

Lane!

-Lane! -Lane, wait!

Lane!

-Lane! -Lane!

Hold on.

-Adam, give me your keys. -I don't have them. I came with Don.

-Don, give me your keys. -I don't have them. I swear.

Lewis, give me your keys.

-I don't want to. -Give me your keys!

I know what I'm doing.

Hurry!

-You're letting her drive your car? -I messed up.

Lane.

Lane!

Answer me, please.

I'm sorry you had to go through all this alone.

Your brother's accident was not your fault.

But if you try to hurt yourself tonight, I'll never forgive you.

You tried to protect him. You were there for him.

You're a good person.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

Your friends are here for you.

And now, I'm here for you.

I lied to you because…

I miss you so much.

And I love you.

I love you.

-Are you leaving already? -Yeah, I'm going to be late.

I have to finish packing.

I know.

My mom wants to spend time with me. We can finally talk.

I get the feeling she doesn't like me much.

One week is a long time.

Enjoy it while you can.

Once you're in pre-med school, you won't have time for us.

I know.

I should have failed my exams.

You're so silly.

I'm very proud of you.

You can stay in the apartment while I'm gone.

I have my own studio now. I'm not homeless.

I know. I just need someone to water the plants.

Don't worry. I'll do it.

Thank you.

I really like the new version of your movie script.

You do?

-But there's just one thing. -What?

-The ending. -What about it?

You just have to imagine what happens between us.

I know, but…

I love it, okay?

But it's much too innocent.

-Innocent? -Yes.

Meaning?

Well, a script written by you with so few sex scenes.

It's a disgrace.

You're hanging out with my friends too much.

You have to stop.

Yeah?

Keep giving me orders I won't follow.

You're going to be late.

No. I have priority boarding.

-Hello, Mom. -Turn around. Back to the airport.

What? Why?

I've been thinking.

Thank you.

You're right. I handled things poorly after your brother died.

It's my turn to ask you to forgive me.

So I made a radical decision. We're going to start afresh, you and me.

Okay.

I pulled you out of Belrose.

-What? -I pulled you out of Belrose.

-Why? -Because you want to study cinema.

I found you the most prestigious school in the world.

-Where? -In Los Angeles, of course.

And I'm going with you.

I'm relocating.

All the arrangements have been made.

Well, say something.

Did it never occur to you to ask me what I thought about it?

Is it because of your girlfriend, the scholarship student?

This is your future. You're not thinking straight.

Yes, I am. I'm staying here.

If you don't come with me, then she'll have to drop out.

I'll call the president and ask him to take away her scholarship.

You're too young to understand.

But you'll thank me later.

Come on. The driver is waiting.

Start warming up. The rest of you, hurry up.

Dad?

Yes?

I wanted to thank you. I'm glad you accepted my decision.

You made your choice.

Don't worry. I get it.

I'll wait for you.

Come on, guys. Let's get moving.

-He's not responding. -Is he breathing?

Move back, let him breathe.

-Hello. -What are you doing?

Are you a family member?

It's Lane. Leave me a message.

ADAPTED FROM THE LITERARY WORK CAMPUS DRIVERS WRITTEN BY C.S. QUILL

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