Super Drunk (Super bourrés)

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.