Deep Fear

Nope ! Nope !

Growl No! Nope !

No !

No !

How is it ?

Not bad, actually.

Really. - Don't you only have foam?

As with the straw, I inhale, the alcohol rises faster.

Mhh-hmm. - Really.

OK. - What's the idea?

The straw allows you to get stuffed faster.

Who said that ?

OK. The story of Uncle Zames.

Against military service, choice: mental retardation

community life impossible or...

Breadwinner. - So.

My uncle Zames was none of the three.

Like you, he pretended to be a dick in the entrance test.

OK. - Which went wrong.

They didn't reform it

and they screwed it up in a section uh...

with all the leftovers.

Muscle instead of brain.

The sequel is less funny.

A genie behind him had misplaced the safety of his weapon. He shot.

Bam... the bullet, in Uncle Zames' cheek.

Do not ? - Yup.

He is... ?

He is dead ?

Fortunately not. But...

Ever since, Uncle James has been Uncle Zames.

He lisps, the idiot. - Are you kidding me ?

No it's true.

All that for this ? - So already, it's not funny.

He has his tongue split out. - Very funny!

I don't want to end up lisping like him.

You're with.

And for my last moments of freedom, the plan?

Exactly, I'm waiting for my plan to arrive.

Ah, there he is.

I will be back.

Excuse. - No do not worry.

Yeah, I like that. - Man, I swear,

try the straw, it's better.

How you doing?.

How you doing?.

Hey... You're less warm than last time.

I'm less drunk.

Right answer.

I have that.

T'as mes thunes ?

How much is it ? - It's 60 bullets.

60? - Yeah.

It's super expensive. - It's Paris.

She sighs.

Thanks a lot.

Do you have a good plan tonight? - What kind of plan?

Two friends are there this weekend, one of whom is going to do his service.

I'd like to suggest something funnier than usual.

Tonight, I can't. Because...

Life.

But uh, tomorrow afternoon, if you want...

If you want to see Paris differently, I can suggest something.

Hold on. Tomorrow afternoon? - Yeah.

I wasn't talking about a snack. - Oh yes ? Neither do I.

He whispers.

Come on, children of the fatherland

No! Pa-trii-iieuh

Why on the right? We have already turned right.

She laughs.

Come on, you have to practice. Patri...

Sonia, this is where you live. - What ?

That way, right?

I think you're right. I believe you are right.

It was sure. I swear, I knew it.

Hey, look at that!

What's this ? - The girl's number from the bar.

Two hours of m... - Hush. It's old people next door.

But two hours of walking. - Hush.

Put your bags there.

The door slams. Hush!

I am exhausted. He blows.

We should have taken a taxi. I would have paid for it.

Must not be cloistered. - Is it the toilet?

I believe.

You can piss and make yourself pasta.

Funny, that. - Yeah, it's funny.

Well, look.

I have something to make you a little more comical.

Finally, I hope.

It's phew like...

Only the encounters remain. Eh ?

And the probability

what kind of you,

you and me,

there are three of us in the same amphitheater at the same time...

Drop it.

It is calculated, a probability like that?

He's snoring.

How you doing?.

Hey, chut.

Hey, look at me. Calm down.

Breathe. You have nothing to fear.

Hmm ?

They are different.

They looked for him. Bad Company.

But you...

Toi...

It's not your fault.

Hmm ? You were just born here.

Your parents are the problem. I guess.

French father,

but Algerian mother, huh?

Look at me.

Look at me. Look.

Look. Very well.

So...

*- The form ?

*- You know, you won't be able to film anything there?

*- Whoa! Monsieur is in a bad mood.

*- Max, stop, seriously.

It's historical, interesting and free.

Everything to please you. - Yeah.

What I like is to avoid the light.

Don't complain, it's your last day and we're doing something cool.

There's a legal version of the visit, in the 14th.

Are you scared?

You can film yourself: "I'm the little freak of the group."

Frames: Henry, Max. Max, Henry: Rama.

Notre... Notre "guide".

How you doing?.

Well... You don't look fresh. - Whose fault is it ?

What's the plan? - The plan is that...

you followed me...

under Paris.

The catacombs... - Welcome to the little belt.

An old railway line

built a long time ago, abandoned when they built the metro.

We are going there.

Below us are the sewers.

Below the sewers, there is the metro.

And below the metro, there is the Holy Grail.

Where we emptied the cemeteries of Paris?

Exactly.

He's not serious, is he?

Sonia rit.

How you doing?.

A woman is coughing.

It sucks here, doesn't it? - No, it doesn't suck.

Everyone is nice here, it's a family.

I will be back.

Sonia.

What is it between you?

exactly ? - That's to say ?

That's to say...

Between you two, what exactly is going on?

Sonia souffle.

I know you.

If you're a badger that you've only seen twice,

there must be something.

I have the itinerary. - What was the guy talking about?

He's a cataphile friend, we exchanged information.

Attends... Un cataphile ?

Is that what your name is?

And that is a cata-card?

You're with. - On and goes?

And uh...

Can we have more details on the process?

It's a free world, below. Without rules.

A bit like... the middle of the ocean.

It belongs to no one, each for himself.

It's the charm, the danger, the unknown.

Just avoid the pirates.

Don't worry, we'll be careful, nothing will happen to you.

We're going down here.

Have you ever done caving? - Nope.

Nope. - Is there anyone cloistered?

Cloister, parano...

Nyctophobe, kénophobe, scotophobe, musophobe.

Already...

There's a lot of... a lot of possible phobias in there.

Flashlights.

Here.

Here. - Thanks.

Are they new?

Yeah.

Never mind.

Too bad what? - Feet forward.

So much for what?

Anyway, they're too white. - Sorry ? What ?

It does not exist, "too white".

Max, how are you?

Relax, huh? Is that it, Max?

Relax, breathe calmly

and let yourself go in the cat flap.

You'll be fine, move slowly.

Damn... Can't we do an exhibition, like everyone else?

Come on, Max!

Little X, there. Tac. - That's it ?

Yeah. The rounding there is that one.