Gangsterdam Page #5

---

F*** you, I'm busy.

Don't touch me!

He's got a mouth on him.

F***ing mophead!

That means he's ok.

Meet me at 8 at the faculty.

No.

- I say when we meet.

- I've got your package.

So see you at 8.

You shut the a**hole down.

F***, it hurts.

- You bet!

- No kidding!

- You ok?

- Yeah.

Folks told me,

that guy's got a punch.

But I'm thinking

you're a straight-up virgin.

They look like gladiators.

What?

Jeez, Durex, you're creepy.

That's better.

Good shot. Real good, you f***er!

Shut the f*** up, ok!

Stop.

Don't do it.

You're not a killer like them.

Look at me, will you?

He's right. Let's go.

I have no choice.

They always come back.

Please, Ulysse!

You see, it's over.

Please, let's split!

Turn around.

- No.

- Please!

It's pointless.

Turn around!

Sh*t, this is a nightmare.

There we go.

Or he blows his buddy.

Problem solved.

We film him blowing buddy boy.

If ever they come back, we post it.

It's in the cloud.

What are you talking about?

The state, army or mafia

can't stop the cloud.

It's not a dumb idea.

They won't give us sh*t then!

Whaddya say?

You're insane!

He's crazy!

Where'd you get that?

I got the idea and I thought,

I'll put it out there,

and see if they bite.

- I'm so happy you made this trip.

- At last!

Just wait.

Looking for trouble.

What the f*** you doing?

You're missing the point.

Give it up!

It's amateur hour!

Get your paws off me!

Move it, Ulysse!

Gotta go.

Thanks for everything.

You guys are for real.

Real gangsters?

No, you're the real deal.

C'mon, screw them!

Let's go, I wanna make love in Berlin!

Austria, here we come!

Take us to Paris University,

driver, please.

No, not now!

C'mon!

F*** it!

All that stress for nothing!

Same all along.

We made it. Early, even.

Without the stress

would've been much easier.

Who put the Coke in here?

Me.

What?

What the hell!

What about

no contact with liquid?

Who said that?

You weren't there!

- Sh*t!

- We are so f***ed!

We did all that for nothing.

Shoot.

All that for nothing!

I apologize. I'm really sorry...

- Can we reamalgamate it?

- Shut up!

Knew it,

you're mad at me.

- Look...

- F***!

Beat it! He doesn't know you.

You're not with us.

Ruben, I'm really sorry.

He doesn't know you.

So what?

He so doesn't know you!

Youth today! Always the same.

Always need a carrot.

You've got my order?

Everything went ok?

You had no...

problems?

No.

Ran into the popo.

Roads are crawling

with them in Belgium.

- Hand over the backpack.

- Wait.

What for?

There's something fishy.

Put it away.

Who's he?

Dunno.

Nora, what's going on here?

Be honest.

Do what he says.

Take the backpack.

And who's that guy?

Not even a text, no news at all.

Sh*t's gonna hit the fan.

Sh*t meet fan!

What do you think?

No more games, take the backpack.

It's your backpack, isn't it?

Take it, dammit!

Take

the backpack!

What backpack?

That's not our backpack.

There is no backpack.

Go see your brother.

Give him a hug.

Start the car, I won't be long.

I don't know you.

I already forgot you.

You forgot us!

So long, badass.

I don't know him.

What did that guy want?

You should study together more often.

You thought you could take an exam

without my good vibes?

Serge!

Adrien! Come here, son!

Your last tutorial.

Remarkable!

See? Folks love it.

- Miss.

- Hello, sir.

Dad, we gotta go.

No stress! You'll ace it.

My Son!

- He won't ace it.

- No way.

No, it doesn't matter.

There's a change in your brother.

No glasses.

No sh*t, Sherlock!

He looks better without glasses.

What was I like?

As a cop, was I credible?

- You were great.

- Seriously?

To tell the truth, I felt so in character.

Like, let's f*** these guys over.

Well, good luck.

You're bailing on your oral?

No, I passed it last year.

What?

Why'd you do all year with me?

Don't get it.

'Cause...

I liked the atmosphere here.

Crazy guy.

I know.

You ok, Nora?

Sure, I'm ok.

I was scared, s'all.

Don't!

Yeah, you need no one.

You're happier that way.

You were right,

she's not the girl for me.

You're so not for me.

I am so dumb!

We're all ears,

Mr. Jablonski.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Hello!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes