FLAMBO

The camera is fixed upon a license plate on the back of a speeding car. They don’t have vanity plates in France, which may explain the more interesting part of the image we see – a gold-outlined Lamborghini emblem over a field of black with a gold charging bull. The usual branding above the bull has been replaced with the word “FLAMBO,” also in gold.

Slowly zooming out, we see that it’s a shiny new teal Lamborghini Huracán blitzing down the road. Painted on the hood of the car, we see two long golden serpentine swords that come to a point near the front bumper.

V/O: PRIME, le moment que vous attendiez est arrivé.
(PRIME, the moment you have been waiting for is here.)

Thank the lord above this long stretch of road is devoid of other vehicles because the FLAMBO is SCREAMING ahead. The camera (presumably a drone given our location) pans forward and on the horizon we see a massive concrete flatland area adjacent to the road and something large and fuzzy from this distance.

V/O: Peu importe combien ils le craignent, peu importe combien ils essaient de le retenir, l’inévitable approche
(No matter how much they fear him, no matter how much they try to hold him back, the inevitable approaches.)

The FLAMBO approaches this concrete flatland and passes a sign that reads “Piste D’atterrissage Privée Devant [PRIVATE AIRSTRIP AHEAD].” The fuzzy object sharpens – a personal jet. The FLAMBO pulls over and the driver’s door opens – after a moment, out he steps. Black rolling suitcase, white hoodie, and a shoulder bag with large Brets Chips branding on the side. He calmly strides towards the plane.

V/O: Attention Amérique, et attention PRIME : dans deux semaines… vous verrez FLAMBERGE.
(Attention America, and attention PRIME: in two weeks…you will behold FLAMBERGE.)

FLAMBERGE, menacingly chill as ever, boards as we fade out.