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FOR CÉDRIC

UNCLE LOIC

-Can I have a taco meal, please? -Sorry, not until after 11:30.

OK, I'll wait.

Hello?

Stop shouting.

I can't hear you.

Nice to see you again. You're looking well.

If you say so.

Listen, I've got stuff to do today and tomorrow.

So you're going to pick the kid up.

OK? You.

You pick him up at school, you bring him here.

Not like last time.

Remember last time? Shall I remind you?

-Yeah, go on. -They nearly called the cops.

Shit happens.

By the way, have you found a solution for next year?

Sure. You know me. "Mr. Contacts".

I always find a solution.

Yeah, well, you pick him up and you bring him here.

Look how handsome he is. You're going to look great.

Damn, he's handsome. Look. That's your son.

Listen, Eric, Esteban is making progress.

He knows more and more words.

His teachers and his social worker told me.

What are you on about?

Look at him! Why does he always sit there?

Look at him. Gawping at the branches of a tree.

He won't even play with the other kids. Give me a break.

He's a bit different, but he's smart.

He's a dreamer, that's all.

You think life is a dream?

Exactly.

OK, Eric, please don't mess this up.

He's my son. I know what to do.

-I trust you. Off you go. -Bye.

Bye.

Why do you play with that? You're too old for that shit.

At your age, I was already fending for myself.

For a start, that's fucking nuts.

Agreeing to be filmed on a go-fast drug run?

I couldn't believe my eyes.

-You need a light? -No, thanks.

Dudes in flash cars, full of dope, getting chased by cops.

On my last trip, I made 50 grand.

-You made 50 grand? -For real?

-You do go-fast runs? -Sure.

You? You work in a garage but you make 50 grand on a go-fast?

What's 50,000 euros?

Five hundred notes? A hundred 500 euro notes?

-An envelope like this. -Fifty thousand?

Fifty grand is nothing. Just a little envelope this thick.

-It's nothing. -How would you know?

Don't you believe me? You wanna count them with me?

Look. More business.

Later, man.

Eric? Yeah, no problem.

What took you so long?

Calm down, man. Take a chill pill.

-Very funny. -Esté, how's it going, little man?

-Here. -OK. Chill out, man.

Here's your shit.

-You're the one who smokes shit. -But you're the one selling it.

-Listen up. -I'm listening.

-I need a favour. -You think this is a 7/11 now?

-Shut up. -Jesus!

I need a favour. Shut up and listen.

I'm listening... a bit.

-I need you to pick the kid up at 5. -No problem.

I'm on it, bro.

I'll collect the kid.

Look.

Are you kidding me?

-What? -Go ahead.

Yeah, smell it. Make a joint. Try it.

Go on, roll a joint. Let's see.

We'll test it right now.

I'll give you ten bucks.

What the fuck? Put that away.

-Who do you think you are? -It's OK, Mike.

We'll soon find out. Give me a minute.

You know what? Go ahead.

-Is it OK, Mike? -Yeah, go get the box.

But you're not getting the price you wanted.

I can tell you that now.

Give me my money so I can get out of here.

He thinks I just shit money.

-Give me my money. -Don't touch. He'll pay you.

I like them. Here...Dinero.

Hand it over. Fucking hell.

Is it all there?

Hey, have you got any crack?

-Get out of here. -Give me some crack.

Ask your boyfriend...

He's not my boyfriend. Go on, give me some.

Mike, don't worry. She's cool.

You got money?

That's not a problem. He knows me.

Yeah, give her a rock.

-You want some crack? -I don't do that.

Come on, it's cool. We're all mates here.

Go on, give it here.

Be our mate.

-I don't want any. -It's nothing.

To seal the friendship.

-You're going to smoke a bit. -No way.

This is for you.

-Come on. -I don't touch that.

-Won't do any harm. -It's good shit.

Fucking hell. Leave me alone.

Go on, do it for me.

-Just try it. -Listen to the man.

-Taste what you buy! -It's better!

-Try it. -Do it for us.

-Go on. -It's on the house.

He doesn't know what's good.

Go on, take it down.

-It kicks, huh? -Light it again.

You have to breathe in. Don't blow it out.

Take it down.

It's coming. Wait.

Well?

What do you think?

Was I right or what?

He's a good kid. Look at him now.

-Hey, wake up. -Good lad.

How do you like our crack? Makes your brain hurt, huh?

Cheers, kid.

Can you drop me off?

I can't drop you off. I have to collect my son Esteban.

Good decision.

Have a drink, it'll do you good.

My son... I have to find an apartment.

I have to find some money. I have to take care of him.

I have... lots of things to do.

Your son lives with his uncle. You live in a car.

Where are you going?

I love my son, OK?

-You love your son? -Of course, I do.

Fuck this shit.

-What are you doing? -Getting out of here.

Who the fuck are you?

-Where's the money? -What?

What the fuck do you want?

-Where's the money? -What money?

Listen, motherfucker!

Your mate told us about the envelope.

-I don't know what you mean. -The 50 grand from the go-fast.

The 50 grand. Where is it?

-What 50 grand? -Zio, grab him.

Let's tie him up.

Over there.

Listen, I want that money, and I swear

you're going to give it to me.

I'll get it one way or another.

-Where's that envelope? -There is no envelope.

You have two options:

you give me the cash, or I get evil on yo' ass.

Well?

What's it gonna be? The 50 grand.

The fifty grand.

Renson, the envelope.

Where is it?

You're gonna give it to me.

Get your ass out of there!

-OK, Jul! -It's not OK. Look at you!

-Chill out, Jul. -Are you back on drugs?

No, I'm in control.

In control? You didn't even see me coming.

-Fuck off, you're not my dad! -No, I'm not,

but I've been looking for you because I have a job.

I need a good driver, someone I can trust.

Not someone who falls asleep.

-You left us in the lurch. -I know. Sorry.

So get your shit together, get a shower,

get some proper clothes,

and call me on this number.

Go on, get out of here.

-Go on. Move! -OK.

It's not OK, Eric. You owe me.

-I know. -Don't forget.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

-You wanted to see me? -Yeah.

-Go on. -I need to talk to you.

Notice anything?

-Renson. -Yeah?

Talk.

-It's about Esté. -What about Esteban?

Well, it's complicated.

Two guys broke into my apartment and attacked me.

They wanted money.

What are you talking about? Where's Esteban?

That's the problem. I don't know where he is.

What do you mean?

I don't know, OK? I don't know where your son is.

That's why I look like this. They want cash.

To make me pay, they took the kid with them.

I told them I had no money,

they said: "We know you've got 50,000 euros."

I said: "What? Are you crazy?"

Now they're determined to get that money.

My sister was wasted in the living room...

Fifty thousand? An envelope with fifty thousand?

Why fifty thousand?

Why fifty thousand?

I was shooting my mouth off, like I always do.

-Shooting your mouth off? -I remember now, but I'm not sure.

What are you saying, Renson?

-I just remembered something. -What is it?

-Think, man! -I was with Tristan at work.

And?

We were talking about something. Just messing around.

I was saying how 50,000 euros in big notes is like this big,

just a small envelope.

What are you talking about?

Talk! What is this shit?

-They broke into my house. -Why your house?

What did you say or do?

I was just talking with some guys on my break.

I don't believe this! I ought to kick your ass!

-We'll find a solution. -What solution?

-I'll call the cops. -The cops?

They'll take my kid off me again!

This is a fucking nightmare.

-Sure he's not involved? -No, he's a workmate.

Involved with what?

Go on, ask him.

Tristan, remember yesterday when we were talking about go-fast runs?

There was another guy there listening to us.

What guy?

He had dark hair, we were talking about go-fasts.

You mean Peso?

Do you know this Peso guy?

-You know where he lives? -No, not really.

Hey, wake up! What do you know about him?

-Talk! -I don't know.

Peso is a guy, a bit like us, he gets paid under the counter.

He works here sometimes.

He should be here today. He hasn't shown up.

I'm not even sure Peso is his real name.

What's going on?

He didn't ask about me, or what I do outside work,

or about money or anything?

No, but everyone here knows that.

What are you gonna do?

What do you think? I'll find the money.

I'll get the 50,000 together.

How do you plan to do that?

Hello? Who is it?

It's the babysitters.

Meet us this afternoon with the 50,000.

No. This afternoon.

I told you, that's impossible. Give me two days.

Please.

Forty-eight hours. Any longer, your kid dies.

I'm not fucking around.

How's the kid? Put him on.

Hello? Hello?

-What did they say? -They said I have 48 hours.

-And the kid? -What?

Fuck off now.

-We'll have to wait 48 hours. -I don't like it, bro.

I was thinking. He's a kid, you know.

So? You afraid of a ten-year old?

No. We'll do what we have to.

The life I've led, I should've had a bullet in my head by now.

You know how I made it?

I was always smarter than the others.

How have you been?

To be honest, not great, because the last time you came...

-Do you remember that morning? -Yes, I remember.

I brought wine. It's Italian.

-I don't like that one. -What?

-It's cheap plonk. -What are you saying?

Is that why you're here?

You're still just as beautiful.

-Classy. -Stop it.

What?

Why are you sulking?

Let me remind you that, six months ago,

you came here, you left in hurry,

and somehow my purse ended up empty.

Yeah, I know. Silly me, I almost forgot.

I came to pay you back. Here.

What am I meant to do with this? You're pathetic.

-I'm not a bank. -Take it easy.

-I'm a human being. -I know.

-Are you capable of love or feelings? -Sure.

-You're not. You don't know how. -Don't start.

-Look at you, you're pathetic! -Calm down.

Look, Chantal, I came to talk to you about something,

because I know I can count on you. Am I right?

You're a great lady. So hear me out.

I need a bit of money to pay for my son's special school.

I know I can count on you, you can trust me too.

I need a large sum now, then I'll pay you back.

Of course.

I know you're thinking I can't pay you back.

Look, here's a cheque. You can cash it tomorrow.

Really? You're pulling that one now?

No, you can cash it tomorrow. I just need the money now.

You're forgetting that I don't trust you anymore.

Come on, Chantal.

Take the cheque, lend me what I need...

You know what? Keep your cheque.

Look. Look at the state you've left me in.

I'm a human being. This is my blood, my guts, my heart!

What are you?

A manipulator? A hypocrite? A coward?

-Stop it. -Enough.

-I came to pay you back. -I don't want your money!

Chantal, take the cheque and give me the money, please.

-For my son, for fuck's sake! -No. I don't believe you.

-It's for my son! -Let go of me!

Here, take this money.

Take the fucking cheque and give me the money!

-Give me the money! -Let go of me!

Fucking bitch.

Get out.

Old bitch!

Fucking shit!

Shit! Shit!

Old bitch!

I should've beaten you up!

Move, you slow fuckers! Move!

Don't move.

Let go of me.

-What is this? -Don't move or I'll shoot!

You. Come here!

Give me all the money and the gear. Don't touch me!

-We don't have anything. -Come here, you.

-Do it now! -Get the money.

-Hurry up! -There is no money.

Get the money. Keep your head down!

There's nothing here.

Don't move.

Don't move! Don't push me!

Take it easy. Sit back down!

-You're crazy. -I said sit down!

You think you're clever? Stupid bastard.

Where's all the cash that was here?

-That's all of it. -Where's the rest?

Where's the rest of it?

-Up your ass. -So shut up.

-Now get out. -You gonna shoot? Shoot.

You're a dead man.

-Yeah, run away. -Get out.

Not so clever now. Stupid bastard.

The rest is up your ass.

We've had some problems with the competition.

Every Saturday, they take cash to the warehouse.

You go there, rob them, come back with the dough.

It's not difficult.

It has to be fast and efficient.

Simple as that. We go, we rob them, we come back.

Julien has put the team together.

That's right, this is the team.

-It's ready to go. -Alright.

-One thing. -Yeah?

Once we've got the money, who do we give it to?

-Who takes it? -She does.

-Your wife? -That's right.

We do the same as always.

I cover you, you cover me. She's in the middle. Simple.

Eric will be in the starting blocks. We're all good.

We arrive, we burst in, then out. Clinical.

-Then we'll meet you. -OK, fine.

I have to bring up one more thing.

Last time I saw Eric, he was with some lowlifes at the station.

-You're a junkie? -No, I quit.

-He doesn't do drugs anymore. -Julien knows that.

He's clean. Otherwise he wouldn't be here.

It's true, he fell asleep last time.

-Only a junkie could do that. -It happens.

-It happens! -Are you kidding me?

It was wrong.

You'd be in a hole in the ground if it wasn't for him.

-You fuck up this time... -I won't.

-He's OK, José. -I don't like you.

We know you don't like him.

I'm vouching for him, OK? He's the driver.

-He's just an idiot. -No, he's not.

Seriously.

-Sure. -José, listen.

I can vouch for him. End of story.

-Alright. -I can vouch for him.

-For him? -For him.

You're brave.

-Excuse me. -You have a call?

He has a call.

-Give me 5 minutes. -5 minutes? The guy has a call.

Renson? Any news about the kid?

Have they sent a photo?

Yeah.

I can't hear you. What?

Say that again.

What message? They sent a message?

What did it say?

OK. 3 o'clock?

Falling asleep during a robbery was bonkers, I know.

Eric, next time switch it off. I'm vouching for you here.

It's OK. Relax, guys.

It's a ten-minute job. In and out. Simple.

-We're going in heavy. -So what?

With big guns.

No sweat. Shoot whatever you have to.

-You bring the cash here. -We all come back.

We'll throw a few sausages on the barbecue.

All right?

It's nice up here.

We'll be smashin' it soon, bro.

Bravo.

Eric!

He's escaped, the little shit!

Don't you care?

The kid will never find his way. We can still collect the dough.

Who cares anyway, as long as we get the cash?

Fuck you. I'm not going back to prison for you.

Here's the location for the handover. Good luck.

This is the babysitters.

Yeah, I'm here.

Yes, I'm alone.

Is he alone?

Where do I go now?

Turn left and stop at the fallen tree.

Get out of your car and walk straight ahead.

You'll see an abandoned building, we'll meet you there.

We're not fucking around, so hurry up.

Stop there!

-Are you Renson? -No, you kidnapped my son.

Lift up your jacket.

Turn around.

I'm unarmed.

Pull up your trousers. Show me your ankles.

Now the other one.

Drop the money in front of you.

-Now step back. -Fifty grand, as promised.

Step back.

-I wanna see my son! -We'll get to that.

Zio, go and get the money.

Don't move. I'm fucking strapped, yo!

Take it easy and you'll see your kid.

It's all there. Look.

Step back!

Zio, is the money inside?

We're good.

See? It's all there.

Shut your mouth! I'm coming down.

Now bring me my son!

Where is he?

Zio, throw me the cash.

Watch him.

Where's my son?

Look, he's got the money.

I'll fucking kill him! I wanna see my son!

Take it easy.

Where's my son? Where is he?

Fucking answer me.

-In the old house. -Where?

Down there.

Esteban!

Esteban!

SITE TRAFFIC

UNCLE LOIC

Where the hell were you?

You can't even answer your phone?

No message, nothing.

Is it going to be like this every time?

You can't keep doing this.

I don't believe it.

What was it this time? You lost him?

You lost the kid?

Guess what? He made his own way home.

Miles away from here.

He walks into a bar and he talks. He speaks to them.

He gives them my number. They call me.

The best bit is he even tells them how to get here.

I told you, he's a great kid.

The kid is brilliant.

You fucked up big time again. You're really lucky, man.

Esteban,

put this on, we'll go to the park.

Here you go, man.

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