Full Speed (À toute vitesse)

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.