Greed in the Sun (Cent Mille Dollars au soleil)

Let's go, doctor.

- Hi, Bumpkin. - Hi, Francois.

Thanks!

Hey, Marcel...

- Hi, Bumpkin. Had a good trip? - Yeah but check the truck out,

for some reason, it's pulling to the left.

It's just 100 000 kms on the meter and sick of it!

Me too and I still stand straight!

What's up, Marec? Had a party?

- Hi, Mitch. - Hi.

We crossed a wedding ceremony. The

baker is marrying his daughter.

No shit? I thought she was still going to school!

She won't anymore!

What's new in El Zouar?

There's never anything new in El Zouar...

What are you staring at like this?

- That's really something! - It's arrived yesterday night.

- You know who's gonna drive it? - You?

Neither you or me! "Experienced driver",

that's written on our certificates

and that means we're good for lousy shock

absorbers, rooted engines and loose brakes!

An experienced driver is better paid

and able to handle a shitty truck.

Anyway, I'd like to drive one of those once... On a day off.

I'd go whoring with it!

If it's not us, who's gonna drive it?

It's discussed right now.

Look at them: they're green with envy!

Check that truck out. You don't know how lucky you are.

I should ask you money to sit in it.

For me, a truck is a just a truck.

Lucky devil!

You'll get to learn how it feels to be part of a family.

With me, there's no boss or drivers. Just a big family!

Here, there's never any problem nor any strike. No labor union!

If a driver wants a leave or a raise, he just comes to see me.

I listen to him and... I fire him!

With the kind of people I employ, if you start tolerate whims,

you won't last a single week. And I've been here for 25 years!

- You understand what I mean? - Perfectly.

Fine... You can go, professor.

Fifteen minutes without anisette, you could passed out!

And there's no other doc around!

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Professor Magard, a famous gynecologist in the 1925's.

He delivered all the upper crust of Lyons.

Children made him rich and children lost him.

Little girls.

Back in France, even if the bitch is 13,

they call that corruption of a minor.

Especially in Lyons... They're a bunch of fanatics.

Let's get back to business.

Got your papers?

Steiner. John Steiner...

It's pretty funny.

What's so funny?

- Got it for Christmas? - What?

The little printer set!

I've already seen pretty comical papers.

Some almost genuine, some totally fake...

But I've never seen any like this!

But papers is a really personal matter...

You leave tomorrow morning for Ouarza. At 6.

Your mechanic is called Ali. He's waiting for you at the workshop.

He's dumb, untruthful and he cheats when he plays cards...

But he's a trail's veteran. He knows the south as well as I do.

At 6. Don't forget to set your alarm clock.

I never forget what I have to do.

Steiner! Just a last word...

At 2000 kms around, they call me the

Beetroot, because of my diabetes.

In my garage, especially when I'm here, it's better call me boss.

It's even strongly advised.

We call him boss, they call me Ali.

Mitch-Mitch.

Steiner.

- Marec. - Rocco.

So you're the lucky owner of that limo, congrats.

It seems so.

- Ever drove that kind of truck? - No.

It's nothing of my concern, after all.

Don't mind him, Mr Marec is of the jealous kind.

His first love was a truck, his second

love, a truck. Now he's trying to end an old

scrappy affair. So, seeing all this

youth, he started to picture things!

Mitch, can you replace me? 'Cause he really tires me out.

If the Beetroot asks me, tell him I'm having a shower.

See you tonight, at Zeze's.

What the fuck you want me to do at Zeze's.

Brand new! The pride of the house!

Mr Steiner is probably gonna buy us a

drink 'cause I'm sure is well educated!

And we do like well educated people!

Can education replace dough?

Without cash credit, Africa would be long time dead!

Your account is already waiting for you.

Good evening, Mr Steiner!

They call me Zeze. Newcomers are always welcome to my place.

Sure thing.

See? You're already quoted on the stock-exchange!

- So, what are we drinking? - We have to wait for Marec.

Bumpkin is always late. He's got a private life.

A driver called Rodriguez crashed on a descent two years ago.

Loose brakes. A 300 meters fall. They

never get back what was left of Rodriguez.

He's sleeping down there in his scrap.

But his widow is sleeping with Bumpkin.

Disconsolate women are one of Bumpkin's specialties!

At least half a dozen widows! In Montelimar or Palerme...

Mostly because he likes to wear clean

shirts and well ironed trousers!

He's not a pimp, he's just obsessive!

Mitch-Mitch!

Tell him about Rodriguez's shoes.

Like every Spaniards, Rodriguez cared for

his feet. He was spending all his salary

on them. He had at least 20 sets of shoes! He was taking a 8.5.

- Guess what's Pumpkin is taking? - 8.5.

No.

9.5. One must suffer to be elegant!

Maybe but I wouldn't walk with a dead

man shoes! I use to have a friend...

Greetings, gentlemen!

Sorry guys, I had a lot of things

to deal with. You know what is it...

Sure we understand you, Bumpkin! There's so much to do!

In a household, after a long absence,

there's always ordering to do.

- What are you staring at? - Aren't your shoes oversized?

Dunno, but you're gonna tell me if it's your size!

See what is it to talk nonsense?

But it's you who...

I can't believe that!

If that's the way it is...

Don't you think Ali is taking some strange liberties?

- That's also what I think. - But that's enough with that!

Zeze, pours us six rounds to start with!

Gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Five!

You can say what you want but

Steiner doesn't sound very french!

Weren't you born in Berlin or something?

I'm born in Saltillo, but you've never heard of it.

Never heard of Saltillo! Me?!

Rocco... Rocco! Hear that?

We've never been to Mexico and never heard of Saltillo!

That's the funniest thing I heard tonight!

I'll come back later.

The Beetroot is a bitch!

He should had give me the new truck.

Or at least to Rocco. I'd maybe keep my mouth shut...

He's almost as good as me.

Isn't it, Rocco?

Where's that prick?

Isn't it, Rocco that you're almost as good at me?

Depends on witch sector... Hey, Orlando, a new round for me.

I have to make a call. I had an appointment...

WET PAINT

Oh, shit!

Jesus Christ!

Hey, Angele! Should I come to turn off the light myself?

Gentlemen, the last round is for me!

Not that I get bored but I have to be on the road at 6...

Hey, pal, I think you're loaded

enough, go have a rest. And you too.

Orlando!

You look tired. Want me to take you home?

- Get your hands of me, young man! Come on, kiddies, go to bed!

Marec stays on his own and tells you to fuck off!

You son of a bitch, can't you say sorry?!

They're totally wasted! I better not reply, I'd hit the ceiling!

Thank you, Mr Marec, I come down.

Hello... Hello... Oh, yes, hold on.

Mr Castagliano, your call for Ouarza.

Just a moment.

I'd like to speak with Mr Pelatreche.

Oh, it's you! How are you?

He left at 6 am precisely. A brand new 35 tons.

I treat you well, right? Don't worry about

the driver: he's as new as the truck.

I hired him yesterday. Like this, he had no time to become vicious!

The guy's gonna be there the day after

tomorrow. Once he's there, you...

No, the line is not cut. I call you back.

What are you doing here? You, Steiner!

What are you doing here? Where is the truck?

I'm speaking to you!

I don't know where is the truck.

I come to pick it up.

- Be careful, Steiner, You're asking for a fucking slap!

I saw you leave this morning at 6.

If I had left, I won't be here now.

And if I'm here, it's because you asked me to.

- It's 10, no? - What do I care if it's 10!

You signed this, no?

DEPARTURE TIME 10 AM