Fuck ! Fuck… Sorry I ran into traffic. I don’t care. This is a job. You must be on time.
Don’t do it again. Here. Zéa Duprez
The revelation of a young actress What high school are you in ? I quit school. It wasn’t for me. And you ? I’ll be working at a friend’s
sister’s store in Paris. Paris, the Champs-Elysées…
I can’t wait. I leave in September,
after the grape harvest. – Isn’t it nice here?
– Are you serious? The world’s going to shit.
We can’t hide in our mountains. Gotta do something. THE ENERGY AND TORMENTS OF YOUTH – How’s your dealing going?
– What dealing? I’m unemployed.
We could team up. Off we go to Columbia,
to work with Tony Montana? Screw this. Nina ! C’mere ! Fuck… Shut up ! – You’re my compass, Nina !
– Right. POETIC SUNNY POIGNANT I saw a meteorite in the sky. It went down behind the mountain. It meant that we were going to meet. It was a sign. METEORITES
a film by Romain Laguna