Dernier soleil

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."