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Goodbye and God bless you all.

Sure, go ahead.

Me. My face on the front page.

Take a look. It's fantastic, great.

Me. Thank you.

Thank you.

- That's me. - Ah, it's the rookies.

The protagonists for the white jersey, you, Farinelli...

Bring me some water, please.

Yeah, I'm OK, I'm OK.

I'm hungry too.

Thanks.

Let's go. Go, go, go!

No no, two minutes. I just wanted to talk to you about next year because I...

Goddamned, stupid motherfuckers.

Patrick, how are you? It's Dominic Chabol. How's it going?

No, I get it. You need to give the youngsters a chance.

Thanks. OK, bye.

Yeah.

What?

What an arsehole!

- Hello. - Hi, Emilie. How are you?

Dad died this morning, Dom.

- Oh. - The funeral is next week.

- When? - Friday probably.

- You are coming, aren't you? - Yeah, but I'm in Ireland.

- So what? - The Tour's about to start.

- When are you back? - It's three weeks, Emilie. You know that.

But I can't... I can't say yet.

I'll do my best. I'll...

Hello.

- Dom? - Yes. But...

You have to be there.

Listen, Emilie, I'll let you know. I'll call you.

- OK? - Fuck the Tour, Dom.

This is about your dad.

I need to see the finish line.

I'm nervous, Dom.

But that's normal, right? I don't want to let the team down.

OK, it's my first Tour, but I'm so excited. I feel strong.

How was it for you? Got any advice?

Advice? Listen...

- You have to rest. Always, properly. OK? - OK.

And remember...

OK, got it.

- And drink your coffee. - OK.

And every night...

- you wank. To clean the pipes. - Really?

Yes, it's important. Sonny?

Absolutely. Tug the sausage, every night.

Yeah, yeah, always.

- You do? Every night? - Yes, always.

- Without fail? - Yes. Every night.

You fuckers.

- You believe everything. - Yeah yeah.

Listen...

You're excited. It's your first Tour. But you have to know your place.

We're here for Tartare. He's going to win stages, not you.

- OK? Got it? - Sure.

And I want to ride clean. No doping, no steroids.

I didn't take anything and I'm here, I'm here in the team so I can do it.

That's good, kid.

Faster.

- You fucker. - Hey, hey. It's OK, it's OK. It's a joke.

You can't do that, boss. How come?

Mate.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bastard.

Fucking bastard.

Stupid song.

Who will attack first? All eyes are on the two teams...

And the whole city seems to be here to welcome them.

Because of the World Cup, which is being held in France...

Alright, Dom? God! What the fuck are you doing?

The white jersey.

Originally from Charleroi, Dardonne made a strong impression today

in his first stage in Ireland.

As to be expected, Tartare Marino wins the yellow jersey for today's best time.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Guys, I want to say something.

Let me finish, let me finish.

I mean it. All of you. And, Kiwi... you're my little sister, my sister.

I need all of you.

Thank you. Thank you for everything.

Thank you. You're the best.

Luc, how are you?

- Doing OK? - Nice to see you.

- Everything OK? - Yeah, yeah. You look good.

- Sit down. Do you want something? - No, I don't have much time.

- How are things with you guys? - Really good.

Tell me, Dom...

I haven't seen you since Drago was disqualified from the Tour last year.

Well...

- I don't know what his problem is. - I know. You got him disqualified.

- He threw his water bottle at me. - You boxed him in.

I protect my sprinter. I moved right and blocked him. I didn't know he was there.

Just kidding. We both know what sprinters are like.

Idiot. You had me worried. You bastard. Damn you!

You'll never believe this. Guess who I saw last week in Antwerp.

- Who? - Our former team member, Jenssens.

- Antoine? - Antoine.

Tell me, I heard he's as fat as a pig now.

He works in a karaoke bar, he's a barman.

- If a customer asks him to sing, he sings. - How does he sing?

Out of tune.

No, he has the words there, karaoke.

How is Viking doing? Has he cracked a smile yet?

- No. Viking never smiles. - Yeah, that's true.

So look... I wanted to talk to you because...

- You gave me my first contract. - Yes, I remember.

Yeah. And... I have the feeling that now is the time to come back to Settosa.

I'm in good shape, I've trained like crazy, day and night.

I've taken care of myself. The Classics were good.

- And your contract with Austrange? - Haven't signed yet.

- You haven't signed yet? - No.

- But I have a full squad for next year. - Already?

Of course already.

It's just that Sonny told me you might have a place.

Ah, yeah... Yeah.

- I have the Tour of Turkey. - What's that?

Lars Boltz and I are setting up an exhibition race.

Turkey is nice.

Tour of Turkey...

Crazy.

Did you hear? They arrested Settosa's soigneur at the border.

- Who? Manni Torche? - Yes.

His car was loaded with enough EPO for every team on the Tour.

Can you believe it?

What an idiot!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Dom. My friend.

I'm shattered.

- Are you OK? - I'm shattered. What a fucking awful route.

- Go on, go on. Want a drink? - No. Yes.

There's an attack. Let's go.

You fucking piece of shit.

What the fuck are you doing?

You piece of shit. You piece of shit.

Where were you?

Fuck you. Up yours!

164th out of 164.

And I had a hard time finishing.

What's my problem, Dom? What is it?

I was doing fine and now I can't even keep up.

I... I can't go on like this. I can't.

What am I going to do? What?

No, I don't want to.

No, I don't want to.

No, I'm not fucking doing it!

What a jerk!

- Lio. - No.

Lio, wait.

Lio.

So, that's how it works?

I have to join the "programme". Is that it? Is that it?

So you too?

That's how it is.

Dom... OK, fine.

You can tell Sonny from me, I prefer losing clean to winning doped-up.

OK?

Goddammit.

What do you say to that?

Dom, for God's sake, are you going to let this whore speak to me like this?

You fucking cunt.

Dad's dead.

Stupid French arsehole.

This is not the most difficult stage but it is one of the fastest.

It requires extreme focus, especially in the bends.

Come on, Lio.

Let's go. Go!

Fuck you.

Dirty bastard.

Emilie?

Yeah, it's me.

Dom, wait.

Dom, wait. Wait, Dom.

Well done, congratulations.

Let's win together. My friend.

I love you.