Fuck you I’m Millwall

In the heart of their hood, Lola and Moha are staggering home. On their way, they come across a car, the lights are on… as if someone had forgotten to close a door. The opportunity seems too good, Lola convinces her lover to do it. Moha finds the keys in the glove compartment. From that moment on, it’s the great disinhibition of ambitions; how far will they go with this “borrowed” car full of gas? Why not trade their suburb for the sea?