Wild Foxes (2025)

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f*ck's sake!

Come on, box!

Feint.

Stop retreating, Cam.

Find an angle!

Good swerve.

Stop clowning around,

There.

There you go.

Yes, yes, good!

Yes, suffocate him.

On the ropes. Good.

Foot down now.

Go for the liver.

Go for the liver.

Stop.

That's great!

Well done, Camille.

- Blue corner.

- Good, Camille.

One.

Two.

Fantastic.

Great fight!

- Come here!

- Did you love that, bro?

Yes, I did.

That's what I want to see, bro.

Great f*cking fight!

I'm the total package, me, LPF.

Look, I'm like a fryer

Here's our champion!

Show me your oily muscles.

Go on, show us your muscles.

Oh, yes!

- You too, bro.

- That's it!

For Camille!

Thank you, my brothers.

WILD FOXES

You're not dead yet,

it's in your head.

In your head.

Thanks, Coach.

When you make it,

I make it.

It's you and me, bruh.

Since forever.

Future champion of Europe.

You succeed, I succeed.

Same thing.

Yep, you're in.

Go.

f*ck, I'm too small.

Step back, step back.

Thank you!

Very good.

Damn your cardio is insane.

Next time, I gotta film you.

Guys, 20-minute break, please.

Go get some air.

Cam, come over here, please,

the director wants a word.

Pierre, move your a*s.

for the Euro championships.

When are they?

They're in June, in Brussels.

Your coach from the France team say

Yep.

I want to stay here.

You sure?

Yes.

Because they're really insisting.

And their facilities

are much better than ours.

I don't care about that,

facilities don't win fights.

- Right.

- We'd know if they did.

Anyway, if there's anything

you need here, to train, just ask me.

Ask Bogdan, or me.

OK?

What I need is for Matteo to stay,

so I can train with him.

one more screw up and he's out.

He's been warned.

Yep.

are shitty, bro.

Do we box just to punch tires?

- That's boxing, bro.

- Bullshit.

- It's the Serbian method.

- He's Serbian, is he?

Yeah, Bogdan's a Serb.

- You wanna see Coach with hair?

- What?

No way!

I tracked him on Facebook

and found some old pictures.

With hair!

- He went on Facebook!

- Shut the f*ck up.

- Facebook? Are you 40?

- Go on, show us.

f*ck me!

- We gotta put it up all over the gym.

- Everyone has to see this.

He was handsome.

Look, there,

the girl I talked to yesterday.

She's pretty.

Crazy pretty.

Dude, get her over here.

You're provoking me, guys.

There's a free spot.

Yeah, why not.

He's bringing her back!

My God, he's good.

Come on, move up.

Wait, wait...

A chair for the lady.

All cool.

- Is that OK?

- Yeah, perfect.

Not too tough starting mid-year,

on your own?

No, I've wanted to do sport-studies

for ever, so, I'm happy.

I see.

What's your name, again?

- I'm Yas.

- That's it, Yas.

You guys?

I'm Pierre.

But here, I go by LPF.

- You choose.

- Or Lazy p*ssy Fighter?

That's Camille, our champion.

And Matteo.

Coreb and Naser.

We do English boxing.

And you?

I do Taekwando.

- You must have strong legs?

- Stronger than yours anyway.

- I bet.

- OK, I get it.

- No, gotta lose weight for a fight.

- She's spicy, right?

- Jesus!

What you up to tonight?

You want me to

show you the forest?

I know all the trees,

I even gave them nicknames.

Thanks, that's nice,

but I've got a thing already.

You'll miss something incredible.

You know where I can get other stuff

than this, some sugar, chocolate?

Sure, the vending machine,

in the dorms.

- OK, well, thanks.

- No worries.

- You'll clear this for me?

- Sure, whatever.

Your girlfriend

totally blew you off.

Shut up,

I never said she was my girlfriend.

Total fail!

Loser, you screwed that up!

She couldn't care less about you.

- She just wanted your chips.

- Did you talk? I did!

- Did you?

- You did nothing, bro.

- She ate, she f*cked off.

- Shut up.

- Chicken too?

- No.

Hurry, not too much, bro.

- One more.

- No, hurry up, please.

Done.

Too showy.

You got othe's like that?

I hear you, bro,

you can borrow it, no worries.

- I wanted to be subtle...

- Yeah, for sure.

Just slip it in, subtly.

Where you at?

Last one.

Did you check the wind?

Yeah, that way.

Ready.

Hands off the Tacchini.

Don't touch. Stop it.

It's really small.

You see that?

The little f*ck jumps damn high.

Come bro, let's go.

Step on it, damn it, step on it.

You break my ba*ls, bruh.

My outfit's dirty.

We saw him up there,

five seconds ago.

Damn it, f*cking fox.

And we're miles away from the school.

What are you saying?

We're so close.

"I'm gonna find my fox."

f*ck you, and your fox.

Let's go, bro.

f*ck, my Tacchini.

I saw him, he's up here, I tell you.

f*ck that, I'm not going up there.

Matt!

Yo Matt, come here, bro, now!

f*ck!

Matteo!

Quickly, I can't hold!

I'm coming.

Where the f*ck are you?

- I can't see you. Where are you?

- Here!

Camille!

Camille, where are you?

- You OK?

- I'm OK.

- You took off the tourniquet I made?

- Yeah, don't worry.

It's off already.

You want to wash your face?

No.

You sure?

I can lend you clothes too.

- I'm fine.

- If you change your mind...

I'm over there.

Camille?

I'm moving your hoodie

to get a look at the wound, OK?

- If I press here, what's the pain--

- It hurts.

- It hurts...

- Yeah, it hurts?

- Sylvie, 0,5 of morphine, please.

- Yes, I'll prep that.

I'm gonna have to cut your hoodie.

- Can I have scissors?

- Yes.

It's going to be OK, don't worry.

He's lucky, the artery's intact.

But we need to operate fast,

get him cleaned up.

Can you prepare, please?

Camille

I'm taking your shoes off, OK?

Not my shoes, no.

- Why? I have to take--

- My feet stink, not my shoes.

I can handle it.

You need to calm down, OK.

It's going to be fine.

I'm injecting the morphine.

It'll calm you,

maybe send you to sleep.

There, let yourself go.

Good.

There you go.

That's it, relax, little man.

Cam?

Hey?

Sweetheart?

You OK?

Yes.

Not in too much pain?

No, it's OK.

- Did you guys sleep here?

- Yes.

For real?

We weren't leaving you on your own.

- Dad mustn't come.

- I know.

I didn't tell him.

Is my arm bad?

You're going to need rest.

OK?

Will I be able to train again soon?

- Not for at least two months, sorry.

- Two months?

That's what they said, yes.

You're lucky though,

it could have been much worse.

f*ck...

- You want something to drink?

- Yes.

I'm hungry, crazy hungry.

- What do you want?

- Something greasy.

- A cheeseburger?

- Yes.

Matt, same as usual?

- Double cheese?

- Yes, please.

Sold.

I'll go get you that.

See you in a bit.

Did you carry me far?

One kilometer.

No choice,

had to get you out of the forest.

I can't really remember.

You can have my Tacchini bottoms,

even my official France team top.

- For real?

- Yeah.

Thanks, bro.

No, thanks to you.

You scared me.

Yeah, I scared myself.

f*ck, looks dope

without the stitches.

- You like it?

- Gotta say, it's fire.

How many stitches?

I got...

More than 50 I think.

- 52.

- Yeah, 52.

When are you back in training?

- Tomorrow.

- Wasn't it in two weeks?

Normally, but the doc said

I heal twice as fast as others.

- Typical.

- The show off.

Back to your desks.

- Sit down.

- What a mutant.

Simon.

The diagram is incomplete.

Coreb, it's a pity.

Make sure to read the question.

Rubbish?

- I didn't say rubbish.

- What mark?

Guys, after training I'll announce

the squad for the inter-school champs,

first round.

What happened last year,

Honestly, I was embarrassed.

Out in the first round,

like little shits.

And you know why:

no discipline, no hygiene.

That changes this year.

Got it?

The good news is that we fight

Hemler school, here, at home.

In our ring!

That's it, exactly, team Bogdan.

So, don't embarrass me.

We get through this first round.

The bad news,

the rules have changed this year.

There are only three fights,

so, I can only select three of you.

Who?

Dunno, we'll spar all day,

I need to look at you all.

See who's most motivated.

- Camille, you feel ready to fight?

- Of course.

Even if, inter-schools,

I'm not that into them.

I know, Cam.

Come on, into the center.

Hold this for me?

- Coreb, you're up against him.

- Why against him?

It's just sparring.

Let's go.

A seven second fight.

- Shut your mouth!

- We don't need your input, Matteo.

Come on, Coreb, man up.

Guys, out of the ring.

Positions.

Camille, Coreb, let's go!

Pierre, move your a*s, go on.

Guys, no punching like savages.

Go for it.

That's good.

Yes!

Don't retreat, Camille.

Away from the ropes.

Your guard, Coreb.

That's it.

More intensity.

Don't retreat.

Away from the ropes.

Why are you on the ropes?

Is he faking it?

f*ck's sake, off the ropes!

- Ow, my arm!

- Just get off the ropes.

Don't punch my arm!

f*ck off.

What's the problem?

I'm just back and he goes

for my scar, the psycho.

I thought you were a quick healer?

- Shut up, you!

- Everyone calm down.

Camille, how does it hurt?

My arm's burning.

Can I go and ice it?

Yeah, sure, go for it.

- You OK?

- Yeah.

- Can I go with him, Coach?

- No, stay here.

- Why?

- You stay here, I said.

- I f*cking had him.

- Easy, Coreb.

- f*ck!

- Take it easy, Coreb.

Naser, in the ring,

you replace Camille.

Same intensity,

that was great, Coreb. Let's go.

- Yeah, hello.

- Where the f*ck are you?

- I'm at the meat tree.

- Where?

The meat tree.

Get your a*s over here,

party in the locker room.

Did he select you?

Yeah, it's me, LPF and Naser.

sh*t man, nice one.

And you, feeling better?

- OK at the infirmary?

- Yeah, I'm OK.

You sure?

You looked a bit shaky.

No, I wasn't shaky.

So, you coming?

Frankly, I've stalked

all your opponents for the Euros.

He's the only one

who could trouble you.

He's got good technique, he's fast.

And he hits hard.

Never straight at you.

You know the Belarussian?

Look.

He's just as fast, but...

- You know, he boxes for points.

- Don't worry.

He could get you

by using the judges.

Leave it man, I'm dead.

You joking, this is all

Coach asked you to do.

I don't give a damn

about Coach, man.

Wait, I've got something to show you.

What is it?

Wait, you'll see.

Here, take a look at this.

40 m2, in Paris.

f*ck, man...

I could have this?

Of course, you could.

If you win!

And get elite sportsman status.

Yeah, the France coach told me that.

You'll have your sofa-bed right here.

- Ah, nice one man!

- Of course.

But calm things down.

No shady business

with your cousins.

You crazy, or what?

I told you, I'm done with all that.

Get that away, you stinky f*ck!

- Get used to it if we live together.

- Hobo!

Camille?

You called me?

What's going on?

What's up?

I feel really bad.

Try to calm down.

Breathe slowly.

I feel like I'm going to die.

No, you're not going to die.

It's going to be alright.

Try to relax.

Slow your breathing.

Breathe. Relax.

That's it.

Breathe out slowly,

through your mouth.

Have you been having these

panic attacks for a long time?

No.

No, it's since the accident.

If you want,

I can talk to your coach.

Like that, you can rest tomorrow.

Definitely not.

Pierre, stop clowning around, please.

Come on, one minute.

There.

15 like that.

Seven. Come on.

Eight.

Come on, nine.

- Nine.

- It hurts.

Keep going.

You're not done yet.

Ten.

Push, push, push.

Eleven.

- Come on, twelve.

- I can't anymore.

I can't.

Lift.

It's only 30 kg.

Lift it, f*cking hell!

Lift!

f*ck, I'm gonna let go.

f*cking idiot!

- I thought you were joking.

- I said it hurt.

You want me

to f*ck my arm even more?

- Wait.

- Coach!

It's always the same thing,

Camille, Camille...

- I said it hurt.

- Hey, what's going on?

- I'm fine.

- Fine?

Let's go talk in the locker room.

What's with the shouting?

- Sorry, I'm on edge.

- What's up, Cam?

Since you're back,

you're not motivated.

There's nothing there.

Tell me what's wrong.

It's my arm, it's still my arm.

I thought the physio said

your arm was fine.

I know what he said.

Did you go see a doctor?

I'm seeing him Saturday.

- OK, you'll keep me posted?

- Yes.

You survived a 10 meter fall,

a small complication

ain't stopping you.

Yep.

f*ck!

- Fares f*ck me off.

- Why?

In sparring, today,

he was like a lunatic.

Like I'm his punching ball.

- He's too angry.

- He has no place in this school.

- And what's up with Camille?

- Still his arm, from the accident

That's bullshit,

Show respect,

Chill, bro. No big deal.

- Go easy, Naser...

- Oh, come on...

What? You need a magic kiss

on your arm to make it better?

You being serious?

S

What?

Come on, it's a joke.

Camille, at least wash your feet,

they stink.

Enough already.

It's a poison.

Bro, let him be

Camille?

You see the girl over there,

with the blue beanie?

Yeah.

No joke, she has

a Pikachu tattoo on her a*s.

- No way.

- I swear.

How d'you know that?

Bro, when you're in love,

you get the info.

Weren't you into the Italian chick?

We weren't love synchronized.

He said synchronized...

That's too big a word for you, bro.

Two days ago,

you said you were into her.

I never said that.

Where did you get that?

Go on, break it down,

Her lips were too thin.

- What's funny?

- Her lips were too thin?

For real,

when we kissed, I felt nothing.

I could, like, feel her chin.

Guys, why are you...?

- If you wanna lie, start small--

- I'm not lying.

- Lie well.

- I'm no fabricator.

Matteo the fabricator.

Whats the hell, guys.

Stop lying.

- Matteo the fabricator.

- You lie like you breathe.

- That name is sticking.

- Matteo the fabricator?

Bruh, you checking out

Taekwando girl?

- No, just looking at the trees.

- The trees, really?

Who's the weird one?

You're into trees now?

- Yeah, I like them.

- You into oaks?

- Yep.

- Pines too?

Where you going, bruh?

I told you, I have physio.

It's cool, Coach knows.

Yeah, whatever.

You know, I can see you.

Really?

Why are you hiding?

And you, why do you hide to play?

Not hiding,

What's the piece called?

It's unknown.

You don't want to tell me?

by Theo Charlier.

- Well, it sounded really good.

- Thanks.

You gonna play for a bit?

Another 30 minutes, I think.

I have training after.

Can I stay and listen.

If you want.

Thanks.

- Come on, show me.

- No, I don't want to.

You're a pain, just show me.

- How do you even know about it?

- The whole school knows.

- Just show me.

- You'll say it's ugly.

Not a chance.

You saw me play the trumpet,

now, I can see your scar.

No relation.

Enough. Just show me.

That is k*ller.

- Can I touch it?

- Yeah.

It's really lit.

I'm into scars.

- I have loads.

- For real?

Yep.

Look, this is my favorite.

How did you do that?

When I was little, with my brothers.

OK.

And the one on your knee?

Yeah...

- The accident too?

- No.

Something my dad did to me

when I was little.

Why are you doing Taekwondo?

Why wouldn't I?

Well, you're not full on,

you do other things too.

Like the music...

I can do both.

Also, I just want to

become a Taekwondo instructor.

- Really?

- Yes.

- I don't care about competing.

- I see.

Actually, I'm late.

30 minutes is too long.

- But, it was cool.

- OK.

See you.

Tomorrow, same time?

How does the elbow feel?

It feels fragile.

As if it's not resistant anymore.

Does this hurt?

Yes.

It often hurts just above the wrist.

- Here.

- Yep.

Right...

Here, wipe it off with this.

So?

Look, I re-checked the scan

and the MRI we did last month

and there is nothing wrong

with your forearm.

I don't see any lesions

that can explain the pain.

So, why does it hurt?

Ah, that...

I don't know why it hurts.

But, medically,

what you're feeling isn't possible.

Now, accidents like that

are traumatizing.

I'll refer you to a colleague,

a psychologist.

Excuse me.

What's he saying?

Is he stupid?

Do you get what he's saying?

You know what LPF and Naser

are saying about you?

What?

That since the accident,

you're scared.

That you're faking it.

I'm not scared.

No joke, you've got to get a grip.

Alright, Coach?

- This is the time you show up?

- I saw the doctor on Saturday.

He says I have tendinitis.

- Tendinitis...

- Yep.

Two weeks! Is he serious?

Minimum, he said.

OK, and you can't run?

No, that's fine.

Yep, OK.

Go and get some rest.

Bye.

Camille?

- Yeah?

- You got a fake certificate?

Yeah.

I really have something wrong.

It's scaring me.

It hurts a lot.

The doc said you had nothing.

Well, the doc's full of sh*t.

It's all in your head.

Shut the f*ck up.

Come on, get back here,

stop sulking, man.

You think it's gross?

It's too weird, disgusting...

Stop...

Have you and your friend

being doing this a long time?

For three years now, I think.

We have to go down wind,

Over there.

How do you know that?

I just know.

Here, here...

Behind the tree.

- Where to?

- Just here.

You'll see, when they jump

for the meat, it's beautiful.

You gonna tell me

why you've brought me here?

Have you ever had

psychological pain?

Like when you're sad?

No.

Like what then?

It hurts.

But you don't really have an injury.

Is that what you have?

You're sure you don't want

a tea to help you calm down?

No.

Come on, take this.

It'll warm your hands, at least.

Can I stay a bit longer?

I'm beginning to get used to it.

How much did it cost you?

It was free,

my brother's friend did it.

He knows it's important for me.

Your mom's gonna be OK with it?

I'll find out when I get home...

Did it hurt?

The F, at the end, it stung,

I'm not gonna lie.

Show me.

It's dope, bro.

My cousin has the same on his arms.

- You see, he gets it.

- Chicks love that sh*t!

Yeah, LPF forever.

I take that home, my mother

feeds my fingers to the dog.

Guys, on the start line, please.

Drink some water first.

Pierre, take off

those ridiculous glasses.

- You OK?

- Yep.

- There's no problem?

- No, no.

Cam, move your a*s.

- It's for aerodynamics.

- Very good.

On the line.

Let's go for 14 kilometers, 35 laps.

Stay in a bunch, OK?

Come on!

Pierre in position.

Easy to start with.

Come on, big guy.

Hey you, come on, run!

- Cam, do something.

- f*ck you.

His drama's

really getting on my nerves.

You shut up.

What, shut up?

Cam, what the f*ck?

15 laps to go.

- Answer me.

- I'm stopping, I feel sick.

- You what?

- I feel sick.

Since when can't you handle a 10K?

I said, I'm stopping.

I'm done.

You've pissed me off.

Go shower, we'll talk after.

sh*t...

Matteo, don't!

Are you f*cking crazy!?

Let go of me!

Dude, what are you doing?

f*cking loser!

You a brawler?

You a brawler?

You think you're not

in enough trouble already.

Have you seen Matt?

Yeah, he's seeing the director.

Because of you, if you want to know.

- What are you doing?

- Sitting down.

No, f*ck off,

I don't want to eat with you.

What you listening to?

Music my dad often listened to.

- Wanna listen with me.

- Yeah.

Wait, I'll put it from the start.

I once saw my dad cry

listening to this in the car.

It was so weird.

What's it about?

Dunno, but I like it.

The fight was because of me, right?

Yeah.

For real,

Well done, champion!

Great, Matteo!

Three, four...

- After the count, suffocate him!

- Five.

Six, seven, eight.

Go, Matteo.

That's it.

Good.

That's what I f*cking live for.

That's what I live for!

Thanks.

Fantastic.

I'm really proud of you.

You've won, you've won, Matteo.

You k*lled it, bruh.

- Ref, we know who won.

- Raise your arm!

Go on, go on...

Victory, on points...

Red corner.

- It's OK, bruh

Matt!

- Come here, bruh.

- Well done, champion!

Team Bogdan! Team Bogdan!

Come on, come with us.

Come, come, come...

Naser! Naser! Naser!

Coreb! Coreb! Coreb!

Me, me, my turn.

Camille! Camille! Camille!

He's going to

f*cking injure himself again!

You b*stard.

- The humiliation...

- For real.

That's funny to you?

- Relax, it's all good.

- Cool it, Cam.

- That's funny?

- Chill, you're f*cking up the vibe.

Seriously?

- It's for your own good.

- It makes you laugh?

- Give me the can back.

- It's for your own good, cuz.

f*ck!

No, that wasn't funny at all.

That was f*cked up.

I'm gonna go eat something, guys.

Go on, leave, go to the refectory.

What happened?

An unhappy neighbor.

With the externals not here,

I have an announcement to make.

We've received way too many

complaints from our neighbors.

We've therefore decided

to organize a hunt,

next Thursday, to drastically reduce

the number of foxes in the woods.

Matteo, am I disturbing you?

Sorry, sir.

That day, you'll stay confined

in your rooms from 4pm to 8pm.

Please!

Mr Boulers will sound the alarm for

the hunt and the confinement to start.

Enough!

Be quiet. Be quiet!

I don't need your comments.

In the future, stop feeding them.

That's why there's so many

on the school grounds.

Camille?

Can you send me

the video of my fight?

Camille?

- You can go. Thank you.

- Camille?

I deleted it, your video.

Yes.

- You wanted to see me?

- Yes.

Sit down, please.

- I can stand--

- He told you to sit down.

Understand that we're not here

to punish you.

We just want to understand.

Can you show him?

What is it?

My medical certificate.

This morning, Matteo told me

it was a fake.

You want to explain?

Matteo's talking sh*t.

I called your doctor.

He confirmed it's a fake

and that you're in perfect health.

We've trained

intensively for five years.

The Euro champs are in six weeks

What's going on in your head?

Are you crazy?

Bogdan, calm down.

Camille, if you have a problem,

now's the time to tell us.

Do you prefer talking

to the school psychologist?

No, it's OK.

In that case,

tell us what the problem is.

Why won't you come to training?

I swear, it really does hurt.

It hurts?

I'm not lying.

If you want to stay at the school,

I have a suggestion.

Tomorrow morning, you come

to the gym at 7 am, not 8.

And we'll face your problem together.

You know,

pain is part of elite sport.

Sports people experience pain,

and they transcend it.

Injured or not.

You understand that?

Yes.

- What time at the Gym tomorrow?

- 7 am.

Good.

I'll forget

this medical certificate thing.

Thank you.

It's fine, you can leave.

Camille?

- I want good news tomorrow morning.

- Yes.

Yes, good.

With intensity.

Right arm.

Only the right.

The arm that hurts.

Yes, that's it.

Only the right, only the right.

Good.

What, does it hurt?

No.

Good.

Good, that's the mind-set.

Good, get used to the pain.

There you go, hook.

Where it hurts. Good.

- Hi, Coach.

- Hello, Coach.

- Alright, guys.

- Hi, Coach.

Skip some rope to warm up,

while I finish up with Cam.

Come on, Camille.

Go, Cam.

We're not done yet.

So, she's my cousin's friend,

you with me?

Got you.

So, we're swimming,

I turn around and she's gone.

She'd turned back.

That night, I saw her,

and you know what she said, bruh?

"You know why

I followed you to the lake?"

I asked why, she said:

"I wanted to go to the other side

of the lake so we could make love."

She said 'make love'?

- And after?

- After, we did it in the toilets.

To keep it aquatic, you feel me?

- Hell, yeah.

Tell them the truth.

The truth.

What you talking about?

- What I'm talking about?

- Yeah, cuz?

You've only ever f*cked

a hooker your dad paid

because he was ashamed

you were a virgin.

- Never talk about my dad!

- Calm down. Leave.

You're a great friend, you are.

Where were you,

I've been waiting 10 minutes.

Were you doing your hair care?

No.

I wanted to say, I'm very proud

of what you did this morning, Cam.

- Really.

- Thanks.

Really, it makes me happy.

And I'm thinking you should fight

in the next round

of the inter-schools.

Because with the Euro champs

approaching,

I need to see

if you're up to it, physically.

It's an important fight for him.

What would you do?

The coach asked you,

so, he wants you to fight.

It's sport, it happens.

Your buddy will get over it.

I guess...

- Right, you ready?

- Have you finished?

Yeah, I think so.

Go on, show me.

- You won't laugh, will you?

- No, no, show me.

OK, here we go.

One, two, three...

- You are laughing.

- No, I'm not.

I can't really see...

- It's exceptional.

- Don't touch.

I'm not gonna touch.

- Is it good or not?

- Yes.

So, why you staring?

I'm not.

So, why the make up?

It's for a competition on Insta.

I have to film myself

playing the trumpet for one minute.

- Do you wanna film me?

- You bet.

What can you win?

Well, I can maybe do

the music of a film

by being part of an orchestra.

- For real?

- Yeah, it'd be fire.

What, in an action film?

Dunno, maybe.

- Really.

- Yes, maybe.

It'd be fire, I'd be mad happy.

But there's 500 participants,

and they only choose 10.

And only one trumpet in the 10.

Go f*ck with her, please.

I've got the best piece.

Charlier's study,

I've been at it for five years.

I don't get it.

- Yes?

- Wait up.

when she wears make-up.

What d'you say, as*h*le?

Off him!

A disabled person.

Move!

When you touch me like that,

it makes me wanna kiss you.

You psycho f*ck--

sh*t...

Yas, Yas, you OK?

f*cking hell.

How the f*ck dare you!

Where you hurt, Yas?

Crazy b*tch!

That's it, f*ck off,

it's safer.

Playing with his tiny flute,

don't mean you can handle a real man.

Yas, wait.

f*cking b*tch!

Really, you want to do it now?

Yes, it's fine.

I have to send it tonight.

You're sure about the roof.

Yes, so they can all hear,

those m*therf*ckers. Screw them.

Tell me when you're filming.

Filming.

Hello, I'm Yasmina Mazi

and I'll be playing,

by Theo Charlier.

Guys, phones away, please.

I have an announcement.

- It's the break, Coach.

- I know it is.

Come on, phones away and sit up.

It's about the second round

of the inter-school champs.

I just found out we've drawn one of

the best training centers in France.

So, I've decided to change up

the selection I'd given you.

Pierre, I'm keeping you.

With you, will be Coreb.

What?

And Camille.

You f*cking kidding?

- That's bullshit!

- Why not Matt?

Since his accident, he's got no ba*ls.

- For real.

- He doesn't deserve it.

He got us to the next round.

I'm best placed to know

who should fight, yes?

I say the two of them spar.

Then we'll know.

- First class idea.

- He's right.

Pierre, if you're not happy,

I'll replace you with Naser, OK?

Anything to add?

Go on, speak up.

No use.

Coach decides, right?

Exactly, Matteo.

Thank you.

We can talk it over if you want.

You sure you want to leave?

OK, let's get back to it.

Ten laps of the ring, to get started.

Come on, move your asses.

I'm already pissed.

Stop circling him, damn it!

Keep the distance.

That's it.

Move in on him.

Come on, guys, I can't hear you.

Camille! Camille!

He's bleeding.

Keep going, Camille.

- He's bleeding!

- Four... Please!... Five...

He's bleeding!

It's fine, Camille.

- Seven.

- The fight should be over.

Please.

He's bleeding, he's bleeding.

I know, Camille.

Drink a bit.

- Why doesn't he give up?

- I don't know.

That's the way it is.

OK?

- How's your arm, OK?

- Yes.

- Cam, you with me?

- Yes.

Cam, you've been superb.

Round one, round two, incredible.

Manage round three and we win.

The guys go crazy.

We go through to the next round.

The fight should be over.

Cam, focus.

There's a third round.

Manage it, you win.

Do you hear me?

Come on, champion.

Go, Camille!

Come on, Camille!

You're a machine, bud.

Come on, Camille.

In your fight. Focus.

I'm stopping.

- Camille?

What's he doing, giving up?

- What are you playing at, man?

- He's giving up.

- What are you doing?

- Wait, Camille!

Is something wrong?

Camille, you as*h*le, get back here!

Abandoned fight, point to blue.

What the f*ck was that, Camille?

Why did you abandon?

You were winning.

- I'm sorry.

- Camille?

You did it on purpose.

Look at me, you did, didn't you!

You did!

Coreb lost too, not just him.

- f*cking on purpose!

- Calm down.

Stop defending the m*therf*cker!

You have everything!

We have nothing!

f*ck!

Calm down, let's talk outside.

Who is it?

Can I come in, I'm in deep sh*t.

Yeah, go on.

They trashed my room.

What did they do?

They pissed on my bed,

f*cking cowards.

You want to sleep here?

Is that a problem?

Not at all,

I'm used to it with my brothers.

Why did you abandon today?

Did you lose on purpose?

No.

No, I panicked.

Like a piece of sh*t.

I don't agree.

The way you move,

throw your punches.

It's impressive.

You're really different to the others.

You could go far, if you wanted to.

But people only like me for that.

Shall we go to sleep?

Yep.

Give me your arm.

Right.

As the director explained,

you're going to have to

stay in your rooms.

I don't want to see anyone

in the hallways.

No one in the playground,

and even less so in the woods.

There's going to be a lot of sh**ting.

It's going to be dangerous.

Also, exceptionally,

the refectory will remain closed.

We'll deliver food trays

to your rooms.

Also, exceptionally.

I know this is a pain.

But this is how we make things right

with the mayor's office.

Cam?

Can I count on you?

Be careful,

the others want to f*ck you up.

Let me repeat

for those who are hard of hearing.

You'll stay in your rooms,

alone, with the door open.

I want no one in the hallways,

and even less outside.

instructions will end up

with more than just

a few hours of detention.

I hope you've all understood

that we're doing this for your safety.

Not to give you a hard time.

Despite all that, have a good evening.

Go on, you can all go to your rooms.

Grab him, grab him!

Pull him up.

f*cking shut it.

f*ck off!

To the toilets.

Move!

Go, go...

Grab the stick.

- Let go!

- Take his arm.

Go on, go on.

Do it, Matteo.

Hard on his arm.

- Quick, before Boulers finds us.

- That hurts!

Come on, hurry up.

It wasn't on purpose.

You f*cked everything

Shut it!

Get a move on, Matteo.

Just f*cking do it!

- You need a slap?

- Stop shouting.

- It wasn't on purpose.

- f*ck that!

- Hit him!

- You do it. I'll get expelled.

f*cking do it!

Get out of here you, get out!

Son of a b*tch.

What is this?

What are they playing at?

Go on, run!

Run!

Come here, piece of sh*t.

Stop there.

You want to fight?

Is that it?

You can't do it.

Are you deranged?

What the hell are you doing here?

Don't you know

there's a hunt going on?

Yes.

Your coach is here.

I want to do the Euro champs.

I want you to go on coaching me.

I want to show them I'm not scared.

And the pain?

What?

I don't want you pulling

the same stunt as the inter-schools.

The doc says I have nothing,

so, I have nothing.

I'm good to go.

I don't know who started the fight.

None of them

were willing to say anything.

Evidently, your sons fought violently.

And that does not correspond

at all with the school philosophy.

Especially in view

of their chosen sport.

It's shameful.

Camille, I'll start with you.

After having discussed it with Bogdan,

with whom you had a constructive talk

last night,

we've decided not to expel you.

The Euro championships

are nearly here

and you need the coaching.

You can thank your coach.

If it was only up to me,

you'd already have been expelled.

Pierre, you're expelled for one month

for disrespecting the curfew.

At the merest misstep,

that expulsion becomes permanent.

- Is that understood?

- Jesus...

You just wait until we get home.

Matteo, I imagine you know

what your sanction is.

I tried to help you,

I was very tolerant

but it's not possible anymore.

You're definitively expelled.

From today.

You can retrieve your belongings

and leave.

f*ck you all.

In French, then.

I wanted to know if there are

any current boxers who inspire you.

No, I don't know the pro boxers,

I don't watch the fights.

How would you define your strategy?

I don't really think

I have a strategy.

And yet,

I think you have a great style.

Very defensive.

You take a lot of punishment.

You don't avoid much.

You fight a bit...

A bit like:

- Like a heavyweight?

- Yes, that's it.

I just look for the right position

to hit the opponent really hard.

Knock him out

and end the fight quickly.

OK.

One last question.

I'd like you to tell me why

and at what age

you started boxing?

I started

when I was eight.

I wanted to learn to defend myself.

There was a boy in my school,

who boxed in a club,

so, he took me with him.

And we kept at it

and we even became friends.

HEARD YOU'RE IN FINAL.

RESPECT!

Stop retreating.

Stop retreating, f*ck's sake!

Get off the ropes!

That's it.

Work him.

Use your jab.

Get off the g*dd*mn ropes!

Push him back, push him back.

Off the ropes, Camille!

Off!

Work him.

Work the angle.

Your guard, Camille.

f*ck...

Come on, Camille!

Go on the attack.

Come on, fight back, damn it!

- You OK, does it hurt?

- It's OK.

It's in my head, only in my head.

Cam?

Cam! Look at me.

You've lost the first two rounds.

You don't knock him out,

we're done.

- We lose.

- I know.

You don't know!

Look at me.

He's mine.

Knock him out.

If not, we've lost.

OK, you got this?

Camille?

Go for it, bruh.

This is your moment!

Box.

Attack him.

That's it, good.

Keep going, suffocate him.

Don't let him move around you.

Attack, attack!

Work him.

Stop busting my ba*ls, Cam!

f*cking go for it!

Come on, Camille.

Yes!

Good, good.

Yes!

- Come on, Camille.

- Come on!

Finish him off.

Get on him.

Come on, finish him off now.

Good.

Change angle.

Change angle!

Well done, Camille!

Thank you!

He's won.

You did it, my Cam.

You did it, Champ.

You did it.

f*cking hell, you did it.

You good?

Have you seen my face?

How did you get here?

My cousin's Mercedes.

- He lent it to you?

- Yeah.

Bruh,

you don't even have your license.

Don't need a license,

just a full tank.

You're not going to the ceremony?

I wanna get out of here.

You want me to take you home?

No, I want to take the train.

- You sure?

- Yeah, it's cool.

For you.