This guy looks seedy.
We see him each time.
I thought you were friends.
No problem, man.
If only he had friends.
Looking to score?
No thanks, we got all we need.
You okay?
We've been looking for you.
Coming?
Listen.
To what?
The silence.
I thought you meant the birds.
I need to sketch this later.
Finally!
Where were you?
I wanted to go home but I couldn't.
I felt too nauseous.
We thought you ferried to England.
You played something I liked. What was it?
It was sort of happy, with a gentle melody.
A kind of whistling.
Tiny flutes... small sounds.
Part one
Radio FG.
Techno Line 24/7.
Your Techno hotline: 36 68 98 20
Set the rave date!
Look at the drawing. Explain it to me.
It's exaggerated.
But what is?
- Going out? - Mailing this.
Line A towards Boissy-Saint-Léger...
Your friend Nadia is here.
Yeah, what a pain.
But she's not my friend.
That's why you won't say hi to Serge.
Not at all.
Who are they?
Thomas and Guy-Man? Music buffs.
They make sounds all night with weird machines.
They have a band, "Darlin".
Straight out of "Happy Days" with a Techno twist.
Really talented. Their stuff is totally new.
- Enjoying the party? - A lot.
Wild, Garage music at a rave.
- You like Garage? - Yes.
Buy the fanzine. There is a Frankie Knuckles interview.
What do you like about this music?
Not many Garage fans in Paris.
The mix of machines and voices.
The robotic aspect of electronic music
with the warmth of soul.
Hot and cold.
Very well put. You sound like future DJs.
We may start a duo.
We'll take three.
What issue are you at?
Working on the 5th.
Our day jobs slow us down.
I work at Radio FG. Come by and see me.
Not with the girl?
What girl?
Hot one with the hat.
No idea.
You know, the Arab girl.
Now I remember.
Hot as hell.
Hope you got her number.
You crazy? You were with her.
Really?
You were kissing 10 minutes ago.
No way.
I swear.
Fuck!
I better find her.
Give me a hand?
We need a name for our duo.
Something catchy.
3 years later - january 1995
What do you think?
Not too retro?
It's just right.
"Cheers" is punchy.
The new Kerri Chandler?
You got the promo?
We have to get our LPs.
Not my Polaroids. You ruined them!
No. Sublimated into art.
- It's not art. - Don't be so girly.
Look what he did.
It's a dick.
Yes, it is.
Your thing won't rub off.
It's called a marker.
It's ugly.
Very pretty!
Do you know how much polaroids cost? It's very expensive!
So childishness...
Hey.
Can I ask a favor?
Tell me the piano notes on this song.
- See "Le Monde"? - No, why?
There's an article about ecstasy.
I'm hungry, starving.
I cut it out.
Scientific studies indicate possible nerve cell deterioration
causing degenerative diseases
or depression among users.
Some have insomnia, other fall seriously ill,
and others die.
- Take a lot in your raves? - No.
A lot of your neurons must be totally fried.
Stop this crap and concentrate on university.
Your teacher adores you.
She got carried away.
And your thesis?
Totally. I started writing.
You don't count on being a DG.
DJ, not DG.
Like the J in English.
It means disc jockey.
Same difference.
Some DJs make a good living.
You're not homosexual?
Cut it out, Mom!
All we need is a homo with AIDS.
I never met a single girlfriend.
- Thank God. - Found it!
Hard enough to make it last.
We come for the music. Nothing else matters.
You can't understand.
You and your small-town prejudices!
Why does Ilan waste his time with you?
You treat him like shit.
Last night you said you hated his touch.
He told you that?
Sorry if I sleep-talk. He can leave.
You, leave! Are you masochists?
You psycho! No one will share your bed.
Find a girl, instead of insulting other guys' girls.
Not with your American? We never see her.
Tied to his radiator.
I'm in love. Someone may steal her.
David, this is Paul and Stan, the DJs from "Cheers".
David Serano.
So why "Cheers"?
Paul was rolling on E. Don't try to understand.
They're starting a label. Maybe you got some advice.
Sure thing...
Shit.
Hey, Cheers.
We have costumes.
Where's the party?
Thomas' parents.
Thomas from "Daft Punk".
From what?
Have you been on Mars?
They're the rage.
'Darlin.
Quentin's out of it. It's his charm.
Never aware of anything.
Can I hear your track?
I need break. I'm beat.
- Got the coke? - Yes.
Get it out.
I have to do everything. This is no life.
Bernardo told me...
Bernardo is mute.
A good worker always has good tools.
You just snorted a ton.
Hello, sir!
Stephane is burning down the house. It's wild.
Maybe he'll get a girlfriend.
Thomas, your party will go down in history.
A few more years and he'll be playing Ibiza.
Here comes the Mob.
They do "Respect" parties.
Don't make fun of him or they'll hire him.
Hello, "Respect".
Disguised as yourselves?
I was hoping you'd be disguised as punks.
Too easy!
- Arnaud... - Yes?
This is "Cheers".
The Garage duo on everyone's lips.
Nice to meet you.
Same here. "Respect"...
Can I have some?
Yeah, sure.
So you play Garage on Radio Nova?
Think we waited for you to get into New York House?
By the way, Cyril and I are writing
a comic book on the history of Electro.
Mind being on the show next week?
We'd love it.
Great.
We'll start with Manchester
and "New Order", then segue into House.
Sorry, I think I got a hot date.
Serious eye contact.
Dangerous. I'm friends with her boyfriend.
See you.
I put it on for you.
All set. Ready, Guy-Man?
Is it okay?
I'd say so.
Not bad.
I prefer when it was more Techno.
You don't get it. It's amazing. Modern Disco.
They finished their track.
It fucking rocks.
Fuck...
Paul!
Someone stole my bag.
Can I come along?
You're in good company.
And your boyfriend?
We broke up.
Oh, sorry.
I can't afford to live alone. With school...
Got a cigarette?
No, I'm all out.
What are you studying?
Theology.
I thought only future nuns studied theology.
Maybe I'll become a nun!
You got progress to make.
Excuse me, you have a cigarette?
So you're inviting yourself to my place...
You'd leave me in the street?
Cosette.
Sorry.
That won't happen.
Stop. I don't want to.
I'm at the club. I did the sound check.
It's no Sound Factory Bar but it'll do.
Are you coming here or do we meet at the printer's?
All done?
june 1997
Good evening.
Thomas and Guy-Man, on the list.
I don't see your names. What list are you on?
Paul's.
No, really... I'm sorry
Look under Bangalter.
It's Daft Punk.
Hey, François.
How many are you?
Six of us.
Plus Daft Punk.
This is Theodora.
Arnaud.
Lise.
How old is your girl? Twelve?
Seventeen, man.
At least.
She comes up to here.
She's a DJ, really talented.
Hi.
I thought you hated these places.
I'm just curious.
I'm glad it's going well for you.
I have get back.
Later, guys.
Give me a ride home?
You got some nerve.
All roads lead to "Pied de Cochon".
Who's having the pig's foot?
No way! Someone actually ordered a pig's foot?
Disgusting!
We're at the "Pied de Cochon", so I ordered one.
To think there's a lofty logic to that.
Meditate over your pig's foot.
- Anyone want a taste? - No!
It's time to name the Tops.
Me first. 3 top tracks.
"To Be in Love". It's number one!
No question about it.
Second. "Solid Ground" by "Basement Boys".
Top worst dancer of the night.
I don't understand.
Come on.
It's his own personal approach to dance.
His own unique rhythm, his own spatio-temporal universe.
Does your shirt have its own unique rhythm?
It's true. You're always off beat.
You don't hear the same music.
Tonight's top cheesy ladies man.
Hands down, it's Nico.
Quentin's dozing off.
- Poor guy. - Why did he come?
He's exhausted. Stocking shelves all day long.
Leave some oysters. Don't be a pig!
- But they're tiny. - Put it back.
They're baby oysters. From Somalia!
You know what?
I will complain about the food.
It's on Cheers tonight.
In your dreams, dude.
Coffee, tops.
Every other coffee.
Can I borrow a t-shirt?
Go on.
How can you get high all day?
This one?
Another. That's the one I look good in.
No hot water, but you buy Paul Smith t-shirts.
Priorities.
Money's tight, so I only buy the essential.
How's your thesis?
Almost done. 20 more pages and a conclusion.
May I?
Sure.
I mix tonight at "Better Days".
If you want to come by.
Maybe.
You're listening to Radio FG, the radio of DJs, 98.2.
During happy hour we'll be with Garage greats "Cheers".
Stan De Man and Paul Vallée will mix Garage and House from 6 to 7.
You can join them every Sunday on FG from 6 to 8 for their own show.
Besides being totally cute,
tell us about them, Hervé.
They're barely 20, very talented,
for years they've been doing New York Garage with a Parisian twist.
A musical melting pot.
If you think Garage is for dithering queens at tea dances,
their high-energy music will change your mind.
They'll have you dancing and tripping.
They can introduce themselves. They have a nice piece.
Paul, Stan...
Hi, I'm Paul..
This track is very "Cheers". Stan and I like it a lot.
It's not recent, one of the classics that led us to House and Garage.
It's gentle and rousing,
pretty hypnotic.
It's exactly what we like, between euphoria and melancholia.
It's called "MKappella".
It's the B-side of "Burning" by "MK".
You've heard "MK" here and his new remix of "Nightcrawlers".
You're on Radio FG. This is "MKappella".
I'm not bad at drawing.
Actually, I can do without you.
Given that I wrote the texts...
And I couldn't write that?
That's not a drawing.
Can you please explain?
He thinks he can draw like me.
I drew a great skull.
It's a gorgeous skull.
The cover? Nice. Larry Levan?
I'm not sure about the scale.
It's not bad.
Can I borrow 2,000 francs? I'm overdrawn.
2,000?
Even with these parties?
I don't keep track.
You should.
Can I have that gun?
I don't get it. 37.2.
Five minutes ago it was 39. Can't trust this thing.
He think he has a tumor.
That's not funny.
It's tough for us too.
Your "Respect" nights do great.
They're free. No real profit.
Considering our fans' age, no liquor sales.
- It's not easy. - Living proof!
He's worn the same t-shirt for 10 years.
I'll lend you 1,000 francs, but pay me back.
Thanks a real lot.
I'll put in 1,000 for your coke.
You're lifesavers.
Give me 10 days.
I don't do a lot of drugs. Only in clubs.
And I don't smoke joints all day like you overgrown teens.
You're right. Coke's healthier.
It really is.
You should do an info-mercial.
Save France with Coke.
I'm off. I have a date.
With who?
You don't know her.
So full of shit...
They're starting the waves.
Hi, sir. 1 rue Jacques Cceur, by Bastille.
2 years later - january 1999
Great.
I need you to sign.
Can you listen on the floor?
Boost the midrange.
It needs some red ones.
Red ones? No problem!
We need to order helium. We're out.
Because you're acting idiotic.
Us, idiotic?
Let me...
Don't fight!
Her balloons. Ours. You weren't here.
You never are.
Her balloons, my bottle.
Arnold's here. Show him in.
Okay, sure.
You'll pay me? Great idea.
- Are you ok ? - It's crazy.
Arnaud!
Let the girls in.
Come help. Cyril got in a fight. A guy's bleeding.
Fuck!
- Where is he? - Upstairs.
Hello, everyone. How are you doing?
Tonight we're thrilled to have an amazing guest.
Straight from New York.
Let's hear it good and loud for Arnold Jarvis.
That motherfucker keeps staring.
No self-control.
You fucked him up pretty good. Respect.
I hate pricks like him.
Where you going?
Son of a bitch!
Motherfucker!
I'll fuck you up!
Christophe!
Kicking me out like a dog.
Me.
Kicked out like a dog,
while that prick stays.
Enjoy doing this?
Go get a taxi, please.
-Happy? - Come on, let's go.
All those motherfuckers get to go inside!
It's okay for them?
Let go of me!
Hands off!
It's called "Respect". No respect.
Jack shit.
Go sleep it off.
You disgust me.
So do you.
You're crazy to get me so horny.
You okay?
I'm fine.
I need a break from the parties anyway.
Living at night depresses me.
Your style's changed.
Sloppier, you mean?
It's not that.
It's less diligent, freer.
Less realistic.
More emotional. It's good.
I'm too impatient.
You're never happy.
And with Sonia?
It's over.
Why did it end?
It just wasn't working.
You're lucky to have Louise.
Dear Paul Vallée,
two years ago I told you you perhaps had the makings of a writer.
Enthusiastic, I accepted to direct your thesis,
despite my busy schedule.
Your self-questioning seemed legitimate,
but after trying unsuccessfully
to help you overcome your inhibitions,
and given your lack of diligence and two months of silence,
I realize that literature is no longer in your future.
The disappointment I feel
is commensurate with the hope I had.
Is this the solution?
Your father's inheritance?
It's short-term. I'll have money soon.
Leave a little in the savings account, to keep it open.
If you don't mind, I'll close it.
I'll open another one later.
As you wish.
How are the parties at the "King"?
Great
- I'd like to see. - I'll put you on the list.
Why not?
"Showgirls", a masterpiece.
- Junk! - Trash, even!
Better than "Texas Chainsaw Massacre".
She can run for Worst Actress Ever.
- She won a Razzie. - A what?
Oscars, but negative.
Find her performance slightly over-the-top?
A little.
It's intentional.
Verhoeven directed her like that to emphasize his vision.
- He wanted grotesque. - He got it.
He targeted American vulgarity.
I've shown it to you 3 times and you still don't get it?
Time to move on.
You take advantage of our exhaustion.
That film is a masterpiece.
Arnaud!
A 90s masterpiece.
I'm in the middle.
Critics were wrong to trash it.
It's still Verhoeven, but not his best.
It's just a piece of shit. You're all crazy.
I've wasted enough time with your crap, Arnaud.
Cyril, no one forced you.
We need to find him a girl.
He turns down all the girls.
Total misogynist.
A faggot, that's all.
It's here.
Thanks.
I just interviewed Nile Rodgers.
Cool.
Know what he said?
It's the best interview he ever did.
- Really? - Do you realize?
Nile Rodgers? He's God!
Cyril's not here?
He won't pick up the phone.
Pain in the ass.
You okay?
I'm fine. And you?
Remember we have a plane to catch?
You go. I'm not into it.
Stop. This is ridiculous.
I'll help you pack, okay?
What's going on?
He doesn't want to go.
Why not?
No idea!
Fuck.
What's the problem?
What's got into you?
Nothing.
I'm behind on my comic.
The taxi is here.
So what?
We're going to New York.
Go ahead... Do you need me?
What are you doing?
I'm love-starved.
- A piece of your shoulder. - Go on.
Not like I'm raping you.
Not bad.
We won't be like sardines.
A tiny bit bigger than my place.
What a bathroom.
How weird. Two toilets.
That's my room.
Found it!
Come and get it!
How are you?
Too bad, you just missed Krivit.
How was he?
He mostly played Disco classics but yeah, he was amazing.
People know the tracks by heart.
They sing along to it all.
Who's that?
It's your god.
Humphries?
When did he start?
About 10 minutes ago.
Just two songs. Very "deep" for the moment.
I'm having my period.
Put in a tampon. You'll stain the sheets.
We're not making love?
We'll get blood on our only sheets.
No sex because of my period?
Not a good idea with the blood.
Where are you going?
I'll sleep with Nico.
Relax, I'll use a tampon.
This morning I had an incredible earache.
I mean, really incredible.
I thought I had cancer.
You hear weird noises at night?
Change the subject. I freak out at night as it is.
- Beats Arnaud's hypochondria. - True.
What's the connection?
As a subject of conversation.
Did you see Louise?
She went out for a walk.
This is Julia and Larry.
Have you seen Louise?
Can I introduce you to Julia?
What are you doing?
- How's your big love? - It's you I love.
And when I'm not around...
How can you be jealous after so long?
You said she was the one.
- It's history. - Not for me!
She's pregnant. I'll never see her again
How tragic.
Don't be a bitch!
Leave me alone!
What the hell?
Yeah, right, beat it.
Stop!
Let go of me!
What's wrong?
I didn't want to come.
I knew it was stupid from the start.
I have no business here.
You can't say that.
I wanted you because If need you.
Without you, I'm sad.
I love you Louise. I've never loved anyone as much.
Why don't you tell me?
Because it's never brought me luck.
I'm sorry, I have to go mix.
- You okay? - I have bad news.
- What? - Come in.
Listen...
Cyril committed suicide. Jumped in front of a subway.
What?
Arnaud tried calling. He couldn't reach you.
It's 6:05 on Radio FG. You're listening to "Cheers".
Two hour of Garage and Disco classics.
We'll start with an exclusivity. Paul's new track,
in duo with Catalan FC and the sexiest singer...
What can I get you?
If you talk all at once, I won't manage.
Who wants a beer?
I'll have one too.
How many coffees?
Four.
Apple juice, please.
Have a look.
That's Larry Levan.
Can I look?
The Song of the Machine.
I can't believe he finished it just to kill himself.
Maybe this is what kept him going.
Hear what's playing on NRJ?
Daft Punk.
They're all over.
- Where were you? - At the car.
Got comps for drinks?
We're not going home?
I feel like staying now.
What's wrong?
I keep thinking about Cyril.
The same didn't go for him.
No kidding.
You have to say that?
- Are you that mean? - Sorry.
All I meant is, look out for yourself.
Stop getting wasted.
Look who's talking!
- Look for work. - Fuck off!
I'm leaving.
Leaving you.
Tonight "Scarface" becomes reality.
That's dangerous! Don't do it here.
- It's fine. - I'll stand guard.
You're going too far, really.
The boss' office.
- Not having any? - I didn't say that.
What's done is done.
Give me some.
I'll take your place.
Now you'll make me catch cold.
You too?
Shit! Hide it. Maxime's coming!
Relax, it's Paul.
Fuck you. I have a heart problem.
That was tasteless.
Make yourselves at home!
Got a small line for me?
A small one, not one of your railroad tracks.
Take it easy, Paul. Human vacuum cleaner.
Yeah, whatever.
I'm not like that.
Garbage.
What the hell?
Straightening up.
He's so messy. I have no choice.
See all these post-its?
What the fuck are they for?
I'll take a big post-it and centralize the small ones on it.
Stop it!
Your jaw!
Stop, goddammit! Relax.
If drugs don't agree with you, don't do them.
Our track. Stan's playing our track.
You remember you're a DJ.
You couldn't wait?
I've been waiting an hour.
I'll take my break.
Don't worry, I'll manage.
Part two
It's crowded!
So you came.
I'm impressed.
I hope you'll stay this time.
It depends... Got comps for drinks?
I must be dreaming. Pinch me, please.
Here.
Why the frown? Like you saw the devil.
Worse... Margot.
- How are you? - Fine.
- How did it go? - Not bad.
Except that one mess-up.
It was packed.
- I saw. How many? - It should be about 350.
350 isn't bad.
Last week was better. 12 years of "Cheers" plus Kerri Chandler.
- How many invited guests? - 120.
- More like 200. - 200?
Not 200.
At least 150.
Fans from day one. We couldn't make them pay.
For me, 50 to 60% non-paying guests is impossible.
Including dancers.
Let's talk about the dancers.
As important as the music.
It's great that they come, but not every dancer in Paris.
They occupy the place.
They're discreet. They bother no one.
I'm not saying no, but it can become problematic.
I wonder if we can improve a few things, including the music.
Meaning?
Things went well tonight. It was crowded.
But I go out, hear things, see things.
Like fewer and fewer people paying admission.
Your thing has always been Garage.
Your loyalty is commendable,
but maybe it's time to open up to new styles.
You don't change, but audiences do.
David Guetta isn't your thing, I understand.
You know that lesbian club, the "Pulp"?
They play Electro. Big hit.
You're not into Electro?
I'm going to walk.
To your place? In this cold?
In that jacket?
It's no time to get sick.
I have no cash.
I do. Get in.
Know what I have on my account? Nothing!
Sorry, I'm having a tough time.
What'll you do when there's no check? Become a bum?
We have tons of overhead.
The singer, the equipment, the studio.
Let alone the label. But it's an investment.
I'm starting to have doubts.
If only you could meet a nice girl.
You won't find her in a club.
Coming to see Geraldine defend her PhD?
Her girlfriends will be there.
Nice change from your bimbos.
- Yeah, right. - Why not?
I won't go watch Geraldine defend her PhD.
Such prejudice against intellectuals!
Idiot.
At least you don't do drugs.
The invasion of Poland.
We've listened to 250. Decide. I'm fed up.
Joint decision, remember.
Let's listen again. I jotted down a few: 23, 62...
Too heavy. Too fat.
62?
It's like a rabbit fart.
Try 29. I think I liked it.
Too feminine.
Too feminine? It's not bad.
I see what you mean.
It's thin. Superficial.
A little stingy.
Put on 13 again.
I think it was great.
Hi Paulie. Going out tonight? Sabine and I are hot to trot!
How's it going?
You missed Adrien Brody and Kate Moss.
They just left.
We're going.
Margot!
Just kidding!
So oversensitive. When did they leave?
I don't know.
Did I tell you about DiCaprio?
Yes, you did.
Okay, we weren't alone.
It was a cocktail.
Can you get us a bottle, honey?
Champagne?
What do you have?
Moët, Krug or Piper.
A bottle of Piper, please.
I'm totally exhausted.
- Working on a show? - Yes.
I wanted to tell you...
- So you didn't answer? - You didn't call.
And so I've become an expert in the funeral trade.
Funeral Industry Trade show. Mecca for undertakers.
Burials, cremation, marble tombstones.
I'm the best! It's interesting.
Today I couldn't take it anymore. I hadn't slept all week.
- Who's fault? - Exactly.
There was a stand with open coffins.
Some were totally fancy.
Plush silk interiors, quilted.
I figured I could nap inside...
You're crazy.
Everyone said the same thing!
Duh.
Come dance, you intellectuals.
No, thanks...
What pains!
Miss Bourgeois is having a blast.
More than at "Cheers".
She adores "Cheers" parties.
And she's not bourgeoise.
Bourgeois on the outside.
Her soul is working class.
And I eat vegetables.
And I work out at the gym.
I need to cash out.
Your crap makes me cough.
Fuck, she ordered more drinks.
Two bottles weren't enough.
Let me see.
She must think you're Puff Daddy.
Cash or card?
You promised you wouldn't.
I can't help it.
Paul!
Okay.
I need someone who reassures me.
You don't.
I've had enough.
Not much of a fighter.
This has gone on for months.
It's pointless.
What are you doing?
Taking a walk.
At 5 in the morning?
I'm taking a walk at 5 in the morning.
You don't miss Paris?
I was never very Parisian.
You're lucky you found balance, turning the page on the past.
I think about it too.
Don't want to be DJ anymore?
I don't want to do it my whole life.
- And that girl who drove you crazy? - Margot?
Is it over?
I spent 3 years trying to sleep with her to no avail.
Now she's with David Le Castor, the DJ in the "VIP Room" in St-Tropez.
Bitch kept me on standby, I could have killed her.
Could you have killed me?
You deserved it.
When I see your two little brats,
it'd have been a shame.
In 15 years Charlotte will be 19.
Instead of the mother I can marry the daughter.
Find a new line of work.
She won't want a old, has-been DJ.
Has-been? That's not nice.
But you may be right.
Is the shell still alive?
Is it alive?
If you agree, we see a lawyer, sign a sales agreement...
You put down 10%
with a condition precedent referring to loan approval.
Like I explained. Hold on...
Just a sec. See you tonight, honey.
Bye-bye, baby.
Love you. See you tonight.
Bye-bye, Daddy.
Daddy!
Bye, Daddy.
Just find a fucking podium.
Given her size, a vegetable crate won't work.
Of course, drape something over it.
Restaurant tablecloths or sheets from a hotel.
Keep me posted.
Shit... Okay, we're coming.
- Problem? - The rooms.
She doesn't want a Junior suite.
She wants a Junior Executive, plus a Junior for her niece.
- You told her it's tight? - Nonstop.
Her agent won't negotiate. She won't sing otherwise.
The Junior Executive doesn't communicate with the Junior.
The Junior communicates with a Parisienne.
A Parisienne? More expensive?
One size up. The Junior Executive is 1,500.
The Parisienne is 3,500.
Too bad. Back to Chicago. No concert.
Like to see it?
Yes...
She better sing well.
You're telling me.
No, not yet.
I have no idea!
- I can't let you in tonight. - Why?
Don't like my face?
- I'm sorry - It's not fair.
Why her and not me?
You understand why?
Why this burst of meanness?
She was trouble both times I let her in.
He thinks I'm someone else.
She's Jekyll and Hyde.
Let the poor thing in.
Thanks for before.
I didn't know you're the DJ.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
What's your Hyde side?
You'll see.
First thing in the morning.
You see now?
I found this t-shirt. Can I take it?
Go ahead.
Mine reeks of cigarettes.
And the employment office?
Soon.
Got any parties?
- New Year's Eve. - When?
Mom... the New Year's Eve party.
On New Year's Eve.
It's not tomorrow.
I expect a lot from it.
Me too.
It's so cold out.
I guess people just stayed home.
Shitty fucking salsa.
He's had enough. Can I have the keys?
Leaving?
Goodnight.
Quentin!
Paul's drunk. He's acting crazy.
Where is he?
Stop!
Let go! It's my boat!
Get down.
It's my boat! Let go!
You're such assholes!
- Good night. - Good morning.
Kids today.
I'm 34!
Well, well...
Happy New Year! Moving back to my mom's with the girls.
See you soon? Take care, Louise.
How are you?
- Should I wash her hair? - Yes.
The Giant of Zeralda.
Where is my Shoe?
Are you sure?
They're asleep.
Almost.
My mother may see us.
All right.
Hello, Mr Vallée.
Come in.
You know your situation. I'm not going to rub it in.
No need to.
Frankly, you've reached a dead-end.
I know.
My predecessor, Mr. Lamberti,
was far too lenient and it made matters worse.
I'm well aware of that.
The new rules won't allow it.
We'll start with damage control.
We'll restructure your debt.
We'll limit your withdrawals to the strict minimum.
And no more credit card.
Once you're on your feet, we'll discuss reimbursement.
In fact I'd like two, please.
Thanks.
Can I pay half in dirhams and half in euros?
No problem.
300 and 3,000 dirhams.
Your room key.
You know where it is.
- Good night. - See you.
We go on Monday now.
Really? Why?
I found a job.
- In Hossegor?
Yes, in a real estate agency.
Part time. A friend owns it, which is cool.
I thought you'd move back here.
I wanted to. It's too expensive.
And staying with my mom...
Temporarily.
It's better for the girls there.
And for us?
Emma?
Charlotte!
I was pregnant. I aborted.
From who, me?
Who else?
Couldn't you have asked?
It wasn't possible. It would have been hell.
What about Paul?
He had to go.
He sends his love.
Did he see us catch the rings?
Yes. He said you did great.
Paul?
What's wrong?
What is it?
Ask them to turn off the music.
What music?
I can't hear anything...
What did you take?
Where are we?
At my place.
Is Yasmin here?
She went to your place to clean up.
You threw up all over.
She's really great.
I can't take it. I'm wiped out.
I have huge debts.
How much?
No idea. I don't keep track.
I owe everyone money.
No card, nothing to live on.
Anything else to tell me?
- I have a drug problem. - Drug?
What drug?
Cocaine.
Since when?
For years.
Why didn't you tell me?
I couldn't.
You have two vacuums?
One on wheels, one portable?
How much did you pay for the portable?
december 2013
What brand is it?
Dyson? No that's more expensive.
Let me put you on hold for a second.
How are you?
Find your deodorant brand?
Aleph Writers' Workshop
"Peace on earth, goodwill to men", people say.
For us, it was more like war.
The exchange of filthy insults between our parents
knew no truce at Christmas.
That year, my brother Mederic, aged three,
took a poop on their comforter.
As for me, silent as always,
mute and proud, I looked on approvingly.
Thanks.
Discussions after everyone has read.
Paul?
Sorry, I can't.
Next time, I swear.
No fair.
We'll move on.
Goodbye.
It's cool you mentioned Bolaño.
Really?
I love him. I've read almost everything.
Me too, but not his short stories.
You should. They're wonderful.
What do you do?
Different things.
Like what?
Odd jobs at the moment. To pay the rent.
I used to work in music.
Musician?
No, DJ.
Really?
What kind of music?
Garage.
Like House, but more Disco.
- Know what House is? - Vaguely.
The only electronica I listen to is "Daft Punk".
Otherwise, I like rock. Especially old rock.
I can't keep up with all the new groups.
What is Garage? I've never heard of it.
So, Garage...
It started in the 80s at a club called "Paradise Garage".
It was run by Larry Levan.
Ever heard of him?
Members? Got your cards?
We're on the list.
Hold on, please.
We're on the list.
- Which one? - Romain's.
Are you sure?
- Names? - Thomas and Guy-Man.
No, not on it. I can't let you in.
I just spoke to Romain.
Sorry.
And there's a dress code issue.
Girls in dresses and you come like this.
Try harder next time.
Thanks, guys. Good evening.
Thomas! How are you?
And you?
Let them in, please.
Show them in. It's "Daft Punk".
Sorry guys, I couldn't know.
It's no big deal.
Sorry. Enjoy!
Thomas!
What's up?
Hey there.
First time here and I bump into you.
How are you two?
Jet-lagged. Just back from L.A.
Isn't being 4 floors underground scary?
4? I only counted 3.
- Doing well? - Yeah, and you?
See you later.
I've seen her before.
Wasn't she your ex? One of them?
I can't remember if I slept with her.
Bravo!
Now that I gave up joints, I'm always sick.
I quit coke.
No alcohol. Perrier with lemon.
I'll be damned...
- They're still here? - They left.
Cedric?
Paul!
I found this book at my parents' house.
You like American poetry. It may interest you.
Robert Creeley.
I know him. I like him a lot.
One poem reminds me of you.
I put a cross near the title.
I have to go. So long.
Coffee, garbage, banana.