Bang Gang (A Modern Love Story)

ONE DOES NOT BECOME ENLIGHTENED BY IMAGINING FIGURES OF LIGHT, BUT BY MAKING THE DARKNESS CONSCIOUS.

C.G. JUNG

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

It was the year no one could forget.

The year of the endless winter and the heatwave.

The year all those trains derailed,

the year of the Bang Gangs.

That week,

the sun finally came out and it all began for us.

France was in a period of mobilization.

It was all sectors of society,

not just military,

also scientific.

As with WW2, when the USA

invented the atomic bomb.

come get me, don't be an asshole.

After, then.

It's too far, come on!

I can't come otherwise.

I gotta go.

-What're you doing? -What about you?

Guess.

Don't know.

See you in class tomorrow.

No, come here, I've got an idea.

That asshole leaves them all alone.

They're happy here.

They'll be happier with us.

Let's go.

Got him?

Grab him.

He's gonna poop all over me!

That one's taking off!

Where'd he go?

There.

Come here.

I need to go.

Come here!

Hey...

Want me to drive you somewhere tonight?

That'd be cool.

You weren't supposed to be here.

But I am. I was away, I came back. That's how it is now.

I come and I go.

Stop it. Plead your case.

I can't have a social life at my age? You say I'm a loner.

Want me to be a nun?

Would you like that?

Be home by 11.

If you're late, I'll circumcise you.

You're scary sometimes.

Thanks.

Can I have a swig?

Thanks.

Let's show them.

Come on!

Come on, fuckers!

I'm in!

Xabi's always happy!

2 in the morning!

I trust you and this is what you do?

Exploding tank cars literally blew the building skyward.

Many still await word from loved ones who live

near the tracks where the train derailed.

30 houses were destroyed

in the explosions following the derailment of 4 cars.

100 firefighters are struggling to access the area,

where the smoke is thick.

Fortunately,

rain may help the firefighters,

who have been joined by American firemen.

We still don't know

why the train derailed in this dense zone...

Butter, please.

Jam?

Sure.

-Hey, bums. -Any bum worth his salt can do this!

Can you?

How was P.E.?

-I like sporty girls. -Tough luck.

I hate to run and I've got no endurance.

George, I bet you're a real athlete.

Gotcha.

Wanna chill at my place later?

I can't, my dad'll kill me. I'm grounded.

He doesn't know your afternoon schedule.

Afternoons, anything goes.

It's a trust thing.

Give me a break.

Have some of this instead.

-Meet you here in an hour? -Righty-ho, old sailor.

Don't capsize.

Look what I brought.

Let's see.

Ladies, meet a close friend of ours, Sasha Grey.

Just met her.

Bit of a nympho, but nice.

Makes me feel better immediately.

I get hard just hearing her moan.

I see that.

We can't see. Maybe it's too small.

It's not fair, guys can tell if a girl has big boobs, we can't see.

All you have to is ask.

He loves it.

Don't look.

Such a feeling of freedom.

-You lost your boner. -Can't have it all.

-He's always doing that. -Going limp?

As General Gaulle said,

"Hail the cold winter sun, put the weenie in the bun."

Get up, give me a 360 degree.

Okay, just for you.

No helicopter, please.

See?

Go on, laugh.

You're alone here?

My mom's in Morocco for nine months.

She left you here all alone?

What, are you a spy?

No, just wondering.

It's weird.

Feels more like country house.

It used to be.

Mom and I moved here when my parents split.

She was broke.

Where's your dad?

We don't get along. I'd rather be here.

I see him weekends, when I have to.

I'm thirsty, got any juice?

Sure, there's olive oil in the fridge.

Shut up.

The air's dry. I need a drink, too.

What a dog.

Laetitia's so ugly.

What a lame thing to say. You're such an ass.

She's so not ugly.

She has a scooter and she's up for anything.

Even on her scooter, she's butt ugly.

So what?

You're hot.

She's ugly.

You're sexy.

Anyone ever told you you're sexy?

Wanna smoke?

Wanna warm me up a little?

Come on.

I'm cold.

Come here.

Give me your hand.

Wanna go inside?

Let's go.

I think I'm gonna go.

It's raining and all...

Whenever you want.

I'd rather watch.

BEAT STYLE

Need to blow off some steam.

Always welcome, Gen 16. Session in progress now.

Perfect.

Dad?

Hi, honey.

-How's it going? -Good.

Who's my favorite little brother?

What time will Mom be home?

Around 8:00 or 9:00, I think.

Want me to make dinner?

That'd be cool, yeah.

Want to make dinner? Let's go.

It's okay, sweetie. Look at the little mouse.

We're almost done.

Thomas; Baptiste; Matthias; Gregoire; Stephane; Antoine; Flavio; Maxime; Alex

Attack.

You're looking for trouble, pal.

Wait, wait...

Two seconds. Phone.

-It's nothing. -Time to go.

Check you out.

What is it?

My hamster. My father wants me to get rid of her.

-Yeah, she's ugly. -Want her?

Want her, Alex? I don't have room.

You'll finally have a female in your palace.

Want me to take her?

Yeah, take her.

Maybe my parents will let me take her. She's so cute.

-Where'd you get her? -George.

Who wants to translate? Anyone?

George?

From so little sleeping and so much reading,

his brain fried up, dried up

causing him to lose his mind.

Good. Cervantes tells us he lost his mind.

What exactly does that mean?

He's crazy?

He's crazy, right.

Don Quixote

has lost contact with what is real.

With reality.

But in Cervantes' book,

Don Quixote,