Resonnances

France, the year 1663

It's Yann. Are you coming? What's that racket?

Hey, buddy! Be there in five.

Can't you ever be on time?

Five minutes... Hurry, Karine's almost here,

Chill. Once my baby's done freshening up, I'm there.

Fuck! You're still at home?

Thomas? Fuck it.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Come in. - Thanks.

Was it hard to find?

- With an address and a map? - Right.

Make yourself at home.

- What's the plan? - Thomas is picking us up.

If he ever gets here...

Then we'll get Vincent and go to Elodie's barbecue.

After that, if you want, we'll all go out to a club.

- Want a drink? - Yes.

Vermouth with a green olive, if you have it.

Of course! It's such a popular request...

- How's it going? - Fine. Karine, Thomas.

Remember Karine?

For once, a girl likes you. How could I forget?

Thomas.

Come here.

What's that?

Are you blind? Charcoal.

- And that? - Same thing.

Shit, Thomas.

How could you confuse charcoal with hot dogs?

Hot dogs.

Ever heard of them? Oblong, edible...

I know what a hot dog is, but Vincent was supposed to get them.

No. Vincent gets the drinks.

Guys, it's no big deal. There'll be lots of food.

At least we won't run out of coals!

Idiot.

“Won't run out of coals.“

Was he at the party last time?

No. Getting him out of his cave is like pulling teeth.

No girlfriend, hard-core gamer.

He's probably still asleep, the loser.

Once you get to know him, he's really cool.

Vincent!

Oh, it's you. It wasn't locked.

Who's that?

This is a girl, Vincent.

Very funny.

Karine, Vincent.

- Hello. - Hello.

Warm welcome...

Ignore the mess, miss. It's my cleaning lady's day off.

Call me Karine.

- Go shower, we're in a hurry. - I took one last week.

That's enough, Vincent. Move it.

Open a window, damn it!

This place smells like a stable!

So what? You don't live here.

- You okay? - Don't worry.

I've got three brothers. I've seen worse.

Don't touch anything!

You lose!

Coming!

Fed Ex. Mr. Pelletier?

- Package for you. - Thanks.

Sign here, please.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

At last!

Can't get it in France!

Thanks a lot, guys.

I spent all night positioning my armies.

I was ready to attack.

I would've creamed him!

- Who? - The jerk on the 6th floor.

Now I can't go out without getting laughed at!

What else is new?

You ready? Can we go?

I need a shower.

Drinks, Vincent. Shit.

Drinks.

Read my lips: “Drinks?

Not charcoal!

We look like idiots bringing three bags of charcoal.

No way we'll run out of coals now.

What a fan! Got the whole outfit?

Don't touch Zidane. That's a magic number.

Oh, that's classy. Really cool, bud.

Guys, the charcoal isn't going to carry itself.

I had no idea you were such gourmets!

Hope your charcoal tastes good!

- Give us a break. - Sorry.

- Hello. - How are you?

Come in. Great.

What a "gem!

The advantage of a trip like that is you're alone.

And because you're alone, no hassles.

Just a boat, a sail, and ocean everywhere you look.

- Still, sailing solo around the world... - You'd be alone, right?

- Listen, Tuna- - It's Tina.

Whatever.

I think you're super perceptive.

Thanks, Vincent. You're super too, even if you like to tease.

If I were invited on a trip like that, I'd go in a heartbeat.

Sorry to be a drag, lovebirds...

but before you go, there's one small detail...

Right, Thomas?

- Tell her! - It's nothing, really-

I don't have a boat.

You're such a gentleman.

I'll get ready.

- Stop pouting. - I'm not.

I'm warning you:

Keep Tuna away from me or I'm going home.

I'd rather beat off to Lara Croft than get stuck with Tina!

Vincent, be nice for once. Tina's okay.

I'll be nice, but I hate clingy girls.

I'm warning you, I'm not riding with her!

You're such a dork.

What's the hold-up?

Speed up, we're losing them.

I'm not busting the motor to gain five minutes.

Chill.

Asshole.

We'll look like losers, again.

Can't stand 30 miles without her? Should I call an ambulance?

I'm fine. Stop ragging on me.

Give me your cell.

Karine gave me her number. I'll add it to the contacts.

Check if it works.

Call if you want.

She might've fallen out of the car.

Say hello to Tuna, too.

So...

is she the one?

It's dark as hell out there. Can't see a thing.

Who knows?

She's crazy about music, martial arts...

and hopefully, crazy about me...

We'd better not break down.

If she also likes soccer and she cooks, hang on to her.

We'd be totally screwed.

That's kind of macho, you know?

I'd like to screw Tina, wouldn't you?

What?

What did you just say?

I said I'd like to be home at my computer...

to crush the jerk upstairs, that's what I said.

Got a light?

- Use the lighter. - Doesn't work.

Give me.

...the Minister of the interior declined to comment,.

Antoine Cléry is still on the loose after his spectacular prison break...

Psychologically tins table, he killed two guards without hesitation.

Major deployments of force are...

News in an hour, now more music.

Great. Another psycho on the loose.

That makes two.

- You scared? - No,just stating the facts.

Really?

Know what they call this road we're enjoying so much?

- The road... - Of the White Lady.

- What bullshit! - Who knows?

The locals tell all kinds of stories.

Cars disappear.

They say there are ghosts.

Know what I think?

The White Lady isn't a ghost. She's a whore.

What the fuck?

She's a whore who doesn't want competition...

so she hangs out on a deserted road!

Very funny.

Come on, loosen up.

Guys?

We've got a problem.

What now?

Nothing serious.

We're out of gas.

Don't tell me you forgot to fill it!

Don't tell him, Thomas.

Shit.

Fucking shit!

Thanks, that's a big help.

- What now? - Turn up the radio, you two can tango.

Can't see a thing in this fog.

- Let's take a look around. - And get lost, too?

Thomas, hold his hand.

He's such an idiot.

Turn down the sound. It's bugging me.

Hey, dickheads!

I found a solution.

Vincent, pause your game and take the wheel.

Yann, get out and help me push.

Why should I steer? I don't have a license.

- Where are we pushing it? - There's a fork up ahead...

and then, a gas station.

Stop whining, enjoy the fresh air, and push.

Come on, push!

It's clean, fucking spotless.

Not a drop of gas, but it's clean.

At least your hands won't get dirty.