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- It's Val.

Leave me a message.

- I'm here.

Call me back.

Hello?

Hello?

- What are you doing?

- Damn, Val, you never answered my messages.

It's the only way you'll call me back.

- How did you find me?

And who told you I work here?

- Listen, that's not the point.

Come on, now.

I don't intend to bother you with your new friends.

All I want is to talk.

- We have nothing more to say.

It's over.

Leave me alone.

Get out of my life.

- Val, this isn't about me, OK?

This isn't about us.

It's about Zoe.

There's no foster home.

The judge granted custody to my parents.

I talked to them today.

It wasn't easy.

They're fine with us coming.

An hour or two today, that would be great for her.

- That's not a good idea.

- It's her birthday.

Have you forgotten?

- It's better if she forgot me.

And you, too.

- Val.

- It's not a good idea.

And anyway, I'm on duty.

- Then take the evening off.

What's more important?

If you don't come, I'll get you. - Don't do that.

- Oh, fuck!

- Fuck yourself.

- Ow! No, Val, wait--

- Fuck you. - Wait, wait!

Val, Val!

Ugh, fuck.

Damn it.

Anyone there?

Hey!

Anyone there?

Fuck, that's disgusting.

Hey-- hey, is anyone there?

Hey, I'm stuck down here!

Someone there?

Hey!

Hey!

Fuck!

Shit!

- It's Val.

Leave me a message.

- Val, call me back.

Call me.

I'm stuck in the shitter.

Hello? Wait.

No, no, no, no.

It's OK.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Can you come help me here?

- What are you doing?

- What?

- What are you looking for?

- Nothing, I'm stuck.

Hey, hey.

Hey, come back it.

Dammit.

- What are you looking for?

- Nothing, I said I was stuck.

- Don't mess with me.

No one digs in the toilet.

- I was looking for my shoe.

- Man, I'm not a fool.

- Why would I lie? It's the truth.

- That's it1 - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on, man, whoa. - You stay there.

I'm telling you, don't move.

- OK, I'm not moving.

Asshole.

- Whoa!

- Where did you put it?

- What do you mean?

- Stop lying.

You bought a gram from me earlier.

- So what? - You followed me, right?

- That's insane.

- Want to know where I hid the drugs.

- What are you talking about? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this about? - I know you're fucking with me.

- This is crazy. I don't have--

- Where is my stuff? - I don't know where it is.

For real.

Fuck.

- Shit.

Where did you hide it?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Really. - Damn it.

- I can help you.

What'd you put it in?

What does it look like?

Was it like Tupperware, or--

- Shut up!

- Don't move.

- What's the problem?

- The dope is gone.

I cut this guy in the hideout.

- What hideout?

- There, in the hole.

- You threw the stuff in the toilet?

- You said a place where no one would look.

It's OK.

I'll change it.

What do we do now?

- And who is he?

- I don't know.

I just sold him a gram earlier.

He must have followed me to find the stash.

- No, no, I didn't steal anything.

- Did you search him?

- He's got nothing on him.

Maybe he shoved it up his ass.

- Why were you snooping around?

- But I wasn't, really.

I was looking for my shoe.

- For your shoe?

- Yeah, like I told him, my foot slipped into the hole.

And when I pulled it out, my shoe fell in.

- Oh, so that's why he saw you digging.

You were looking for your shoe.

- That's it.

Let's say that.

You didn't find anything else?

- Um, no.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- OK, I get it.

Don't get angry.

- Look, I'm not angry.

- I'm not talking to you.

- I don't understand.

- Shut up.

Stay calm.

Rabla says you're lying.

- Rabla?

- Yeah.

He smells drugs on you.

Rabla was trained by the narcs.

He could smell the powder from 15 meters away.

- And even through layers.

- Motherfucker.

- Wait, I can explain everything.

- I had 110 grams in there, and you're not

leaving till I get it back.

- Hold on.

Hold on.

Wait, I can explain.

- Forget it.

- For real?

This is over 7K.

- We're not giving up.

There are other ways.

We'll wait behind the door, and he tells us

when all the doses are out.

- Let me out, or I'll kill him.

- Whoa.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Let me out, or I'll kill him.

- If anything happens to him, I'll put you--

I'll put you in the toilet alive, inch by inch,

one bone after the other.

- I don't want to hurt him.

I just want to leave.

- Put him down gently, man.

We'll talk after I get him back, OK?

- No, no, no, no, no.

I don't trust you. Let me go.

- No, that's enough.

- Shut up.

Fine, I'll do what you want.

We're going out.

But don't act stupid. You got it?

- No, no, no, I won't be stupid.

- I'm sorry.

Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him.

- He was looking for shit, and he found it.

- We'll deal with him after closing.

- What if someone comes in?

- The toilets are upstairs.

- Yeah, the new one.

People still come down here.

The regulars, or those who want peace and quiet.

- What are you doing?

You're telling me how things work in my bar?

- No.

- Just shut up.

You've made things worse.

You will do as I say.

I want you to lock the door and put up an out of order sign.

Write clearly that there are toilets upstairs.

- I don't feel like it.

- Don't forget that this is all because of you.

Come on, now.

Stop freaking out.

This plan won't fail.

I'm heading back to the bar.

You know to take care of the customers.

You put up that sign, and I promise everything will be fine.

OK?

OK?

- OK, I got it, yeah.

- Oh, come here, you.

Come.

Aww.

Oh, we said we were quitting.

This bullshit is over.

No, no.

No exceptions Yes, I know it's not easy.

Only by sticking together can we get through this.

Now, talk to me.

Did you hurt yourself?

Huh?

Show me your little paws.

Yes, it's OK.

Ooh.

- Help me!

Help me, help!

Help me, help!

Hey!

Help!

- Holy shit.

Anyone there? - Help me!

Help!

I'm stuck, get me out.

Hey, hey.

Is anyone there?

Help.

Come, help me.

Help.

Please.

- Where are you?

- I'm next door.

I'm stuck under the toilet.

- No, no, no.

- Huh?

Speak up, I can't hear anything.

- Don't piss!

I'm under the toilet.

- What are you talking about?

This is nuts.

- Come help me.

I'm right next door.

My head's in the toilet.

Damn it, come help me!

- OK, listen.

The reception is bad here.

I'll finish up and call you back, OK?

- No, no, no.

No, no, no.

- Hello, what can I do for you?

- Please, call Val.

- I didn't understand.

Please, repeat your request.

- Just call Val!

- Speak into the phone.

- You stupid thing!

- I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand, please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

- Will you call Val?

- You want to call Val.

Is that right?

Answer yes or no.

- Yes!

- I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

- Will you call Val?

- I didn't understand.

- Shut up.

Call Val. Shut up.

Call Val.

Let me talk to Val!

Miserable piece of shit!

- Would you like to contact a plumber in Valencia?

Is that right?

Answer yes or no.

- No.

No.

Just call Val.

Call Val.

Just call Val!

- I didn't understand.

Please repeat the request.

- No, no.

Police.

Call the police.

Police, police!

- I didn't understand.

Please repeat your request.

- No.

Po-lice.

- OK.

You asked for Police.

Would you like to hear "So Lonely," "Message in a Bottle,"

or "Every Breath You Take."

- No, no.

Call the police.

Answer.

Answer.

Hello, hello.

Hello, Val?

- Hello?

Hello, Luc?

Can you hear me?

Luc, what are you doing?

Dad and I have been waiting for you for three hours.

- Wait, yes, mama.

No, no, no, but I have--

I have an unexpected thing that happened.

But you promised Zoe that you'd come with her mother.

- Yes, yes.

But it's just that something happened to me.

I'm j-j-j just stuck.

Mother, really, if you could call--

- What do you mean-- what do I say that you're stuck?

- I can't do this right now.

It's-- it's complicated.

Could you just call--

- Are you in a bar?

- No.

No no, Mom, no.

No, no, no, no, I'm not in a bar.

I, I-- no no no, I swear, I'm just--

- I hear the music.

I'm not deaf, you know?

- No, listen, Mom, I'm--

I'm out shopping.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm looking for a gift for Zozo.

I'm deciding between a doll or a cute little costume for her.

- What are you talking about?

You're on drugs, right?

- No, no, no, I didn't do drugs.

Mom, please believe me.

Listen to me.

- --when you're high.

You're full of promises, and all kinds of excuses--

- Listen to me, or I'll die.

I'll die, I swear I'll die.

- --every time, Luc, but no more.

You come back immediately, or I'll talk to the judge.

Even though you're our son, we can't--

- Mom, I'm coming, I'm coming, I promise.

But please listen to me.

You need to-- you have to-- you have to help me,

otherwise I'll die.

- I didn't stop helping you this whole time.

But what was the point, eh?

Nothing, nothing at all.

- Mom.

Mom, listen to me.

You need to call--

- We're fed up, you hear?

We're fed up.

Get back here and hurry up.

- Mom, please have to call, please.

Mom.

Mom?

Fucking shit.

Get out of here.

Get out of here, you little shit.

Disgusting!

Get out of here.

- Luc?

- Val?

- Luc?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Val.

- Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

- Val?

- Luc?

- V-- Val--

Val, is that you?

Val, damn it.

Come help me.

Get me out of here!

- What happened to you?

- I don't even know how I got here.

It's the guy with this rat.

- Yeah, Sam.

- Maybe, I don't know him.

He got mad at me and--

- You told him you knew me? - No.

No, no, no. Why?

Should I have?

- He doesn't need to know.

Fuck.

- Oh, fuck.

Come over here.

Help me, I'm begging you.

You see the thing here that's stuck next to my neck?

You have to-- you have to try and break it.

Here, here.

- Damn, this looks messed up.

- Just help me.

Do what you can.

- Damn, you're a pain in the ass.

I told you I didn't want to see you.

- Come on.

Don't leave me like this!

- Do you use your credit cards for anything

besides cutting rails of coke?

I thought you wanted to quit.

- I wanted to see you.

So I needed a little boost.

- Yeah, right.

- Do you think I need a lecture right now?

- Why was Sam mad at you?

- I found their stash spot.

- Huh?

The hiding place?

- Yeah, in the hole in there.

I slipped when I took my foot out.

There was a plastic bag filled with coke.

- So what did you do?

Did you help yourself?

- Yeah.

- Great, for someone who's supposed to stay clean.

- You know what?

Just report me, while you're at it.

Then I'll tell you-- you know why I can't quit.

- Oh, if I had stayed with you, would you quit?

Don't you get why I left?

To give you the little one a chance.

Where did you hide the dope?

- I swallowed it all.

- What? For real?

- There was another guy here.

A jittery guy with a vape.

- Oh, yeah.

Sam's dealer.

- He said 110 grams.

- You swallowed 110 grams?

Damn it.

We can't leave you like this.

The bags will burst.

- What are you doing?

- Damn, this is super hard.

- Listen.

I don't know, call the police.

- The cops?

Are you serious?

You won't last, I'm telling you.

- Yes, yes, I will.

That's what mules do, right?

They eat kilos of it before taking the plane,

and they're fine.

- Can't you throw it up?

- How am I supposed to do that lying on my stomach?

- Well, I don't know.

You-- you think of something really disgusting.

- As for disgusting, I don't think I can do any better.

- I have an idea.

- Wait, wait.

What are you doing?

Hey, what are you doing?

- I'll get you out of here.

- Wait, but how?

Hang on.

What's that noise? Stop.

What's that noise?

What are you doing? - I'm using my bottle opener.

- Stop, stop, stop. It won't work.

- Don't worry. Chill out.

I'm almost there.

- Stop, it won't work.

- I see the piece I need to cut.

- Listen, call the cops.

We don't have a choice.

Just call them.

I can't take it anymore.

My face is burning.

I'm in pain all over.

And it's-- the worst thing is--

- Give me a sec.

- --I really have to pee.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my ear!

My ear!

What did you do?

What did you do?

- Well, I didn't do it on purpose.

- Sure, you didn't do it on purpose.

What do I do now?

- It's OK.

It's cartilage, it can get glued back.

- What the hell are you saying?

It can't be glued back.

- Yes, it can.

I saw it on TV.

Some special glue will put it back perfectly.

- Stop talking bullshit, would you?

Wait, what are you doing now?

- I'm almost there.

- No, no, no, no.

Stop, I don't want you to hurt my eye!

no, Don't worry.

- Stop saying, don't worry.

I'm worried.

- If I'm careful, this will work.

- No, no, no, no, no. Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Call the police.

- But it would be useless.

The cops are Sam's friends.

They went to Afghanistan.

- What?

- Well, yeah.

Sam's a former commando.

And the police chief is too.

Yeah, they met in Kabul.

- What the hell is this bullshit?

- It's not bullshit.

If you bring the cops into this, he'll figure out who you are.

For now, Sam doesn't know who you are.

- Sure, losing his drugs will upset him,

but he'll get over it.

He'll forget about you.

Don't worry.

- Stop saying don't worry.

And tell me, what's that rat under his sweater?

- That's Rabla.

He's like his brother.

They met two years ago.

- What do you mean they met?

- Yeah, in detox.

Rabla used to work for narcotics.

He has an amazing sense of smell.

He ended up getting into blow.

He started stealing from the reserves and fighting the cops.

A cop friend of Sam gave it to him.

It was either that or end up in a lab.

Sam is worse than you when it comes to drugs.

The war really broke him.

He's had three overdoses, you know?

- Yeah, I get it.

But I really don't give a damn.

- Well, between them, something big happened.

But it's like a mystical thing.

Sam told me they decided to quit together.

They really support each other.

When one is down, the other feels it.

For example, when Sam is depressed,

Rabla sits on his shoulder and talks to him.

- It talks to him?

Do you hear yourself?

The rat talks to him?

- No, but it's OK.

It's nothing too crazy.

It's like animal therapy.

Some people need a dog.

Some need a cat.

For Sam, it's a rat.

Wait, a rat is really smart, a lot more than a mutt.

- That's the moron you choose to work for?

- I work for a living, OK?

- It's your waitress salary that pays for your drugs.

In my opinion, you don't just open beers for him.

- Shut up.

What do you know?

- I'm sure you're sleeping with him.

Listen, Val, you need to come with me to see Zoe.

It's her birthday, and I promised her.

- Don't start with this again.

Shut up.

I know it's her birthday.

- I promised you would be there.

- But I'm not a good example to her.

It's best if I just stay out of her life.

- How do you expect her to understand?

She thinks it's my fault, and because of me, that you

don't visit her anymore.

- No, that's not it.

Fuck.

Sam's going to wonder where I am.

Here, I'll leave this.

You just have to keep sawing.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Wait, answer me.

Valentina, don't leave me.

Wait.

Valentina, Valentina.

Valentina, no!

OK.

Come here, you shit.

Come here.

Come here, you bastard.

Come here.

Come, come, come!

Get lost!

- Rabla, are you there, mate?

Rabla.

- Are you there, my darling?

- Val?

Val, my love, it's--

is that you?

- Yes, it's me.

I'm here.

- Thank God.

At last.

Come.

Come, my love.

I want you--

- Hmm, I want you, too.

Come, come.

Give me your hand.

- I can't take it.

- I understand.

Nor can I. Come.

- Where are you?

- I'm right here.

- Your hand, quickly.

- That's it.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, that's good.

Yes, that's good.

- Ahh!

No!

- Come back, come back, my darling.

Come back.

Come on. Come back.

Oh, yes, yes. Oh.

- Get out of here!

- Oh, yes, again.

- Get lost!

- But what is--

- Take this.

Take that.

- You bastard.

Come on, get over here.

Go, go, go.

Yes.

- Hello.

What can I do for you?

Please speak into the phone.

- Please call the police, state police.

State police!

- Very good.

I'll connect you with the nearest police station.

- Ah!

Yes, yes, yes.

- Police.

Please hold, someone will be with you soon.

- Yep, yep.

- Hello, how can I help you?

- Hello, hello.

No, fuck it.

Sorry?

- No, no, no, no.

Hang on.

Hang on, just wait.

Hello?

- Either speak, or hang up.

I need to clear the line. - No, no.

Excuse me. Wait.

- Hello?

- This is to report an assault.

- Victim, or witness?

Sir? - No.

- Victim, or witness? - Speak up.

I can't hear you well.

- Are you a victim, or a witness of the assault?

- Victim, victim.

Excuse me, I--

I can't say much right now.

You have to come help me.

I'm begging you.

- Calm down, sir.

Everything will be fine.

We're here to help you.

Tell me what happened.

- So here it is.

I am currently in an-- ah!

- I'm sorry?

I'm currently in the toilet.

My head's stuck in a hole.

- What?

- No, no.

- Two guys beat the shit out of me.

Now, I'm telling you, my head is stuck in the hole, a toilet.

- Does this amuse you, sir?

Crank calls can be prosecuted, you know?

- Trace the call.

Trace the call!

My name is Luc, Luc Monnier.

Please trace the call.

I'm begging you.

- I didn't catch your name, sir.

Luc what?

- My name is Luc Skywater.

Skywater--

- I'm warning you, I'm hanging up.

- No, no.

Come save me.

I've fallen to the dark side.

Hello?

Hello?

Well shit, man, he didn't believe me.

- Boo.

What's going on?

Have you found Rabla?

- No.

But our little thief hid things from us.

- Listen to me. Listen to me.

I have a little girl, and it's her birthday today.

- What do we do? Do we finish him?

- Hmm.

- I promise you, I'll come back tomorrow.

I have-- my parents have money.

That's more than enough to cover the drugs.

I'll bring you whatever you want.

But let me out today, damn it.

She's 7, for fuck's sake.

It's too young to lose your dad.

She's only 7.

7 years old.

- So what do we do with him?

- Hmm.

Hang tight.

- You get the drugs, and that's it.

I won't say anything, I swear.

All of this.

This will stay between us.

You'll see.

I'm sure that in a few days, we will all laugh about it.

- Go get me Val.

- Oh, fuck.

Fuck me, fuck me.

- I said go get me Val.

So do it.

- Yeah, OK.

- Hey.

Titi.

Where is Titi?

Rabla?

Come on.

Titi.

Where is Titi?

Rabla.

Come.

Come to me.

- You good, Sam?

You want to talk to me?

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Hmm, I don't know.

You look really nervous.

- No, I'm not nervous.

Is this yours?

- Uh, no.

- Isn't that yours?

- I am the only one opening beers?

- You're the only one who uses this.

- I don't know.

I must have forgotten it.

Who cares?

- Don't fuck with me.

It wasn't here earlier.

That means you snuck it in.

- What?

OK, hang on.

I don't understand what you're saying.

- You two teamed up to steal the drugs, right?

- There are drugs?

- You're in on it with this asshole.

- Who? This guy?

But I don't know him.

- Oh, yeah.

- What are you doing?

- What do you care?

You don't even know him.

And so?

- OK, stop.

- Now, I'm listening.

- He's just a customer.

I waited on him earlier, and--

and that's it. - Oh, yeah?

And what did you discuss?

- I don't remember.

I-- I forgot the bottle opener.

He took it.

I-- Ah!

- Are you fucking with me?

Speak up.

Speak up, damn it.

- I swear, I don't know the guy.

I've never seen him.

- So she doesn't know him?

- Get off!

- That bitch.

You kill him and get the drugs.

I'll be back.

- What are you doing with my gun?

- I took it when I went to get Val, to look after--

- And alert the neighborhood?

- We're in the basement.

- Now's not the time to get spotted.

- OK.

- No.

No, no, no, no, no. Wait, please let me go.

Let me go, man. Please let me go.

I have something to offer you.

- Hey, easy, don't worry.

I'll help you leave.

And since I'm a nice guy, I'll even let you choose.

What do you prefer?

Stabbing?

Or strangulation? - No, no, no.

Wait, listen to me.

Listen to me.

I have-- I have bitcoins in an account.

I have 0.02.

How about that?

That's at least $500.

I'll give you the codes and you'll get them ASAP.

- Stabbing it is.

God.

Sam said to kill you and get the gear.

He didn't specify in what order.

I think I'll start with the gear.

Don't move, asshole.

- Fucker.

My throat.

- Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

No.

Shit!

Shit!

Shit.

Shit.

- What was that gunshot?

Dindon.

- Luc, it's me.

Don't worry, I'll get you out.

- I got you now.

- Val, Val.

Val!

- Rabla.

- My Titi.

- Mommy?

Mommy, can you hear me?

- Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Zoe--

Zoe.

Happy birthday to you.

Are you there, Darling?

My heart? - I Want.

To talk to Mommy.

- Do you want to talk to me?

- I want my Mommy.

- But I just want to know what you're doing, Honey.

You know, I miss you.

I think of you all the time.

- Mommy!

- No, no.

Don't cry, Darling.

Don't cry.

Wait, wait.

I'll pass her to you.

Hello, honey.

It is-- it's me, Mommy.

- Mommy!

- Dad is coming tomorrow.

Isn't that a nice birthday present?

- And you?

When are you coming?

- Not right away.

- Why not?

- But I'll call you every day, I promise.

- Shall we do homework together?

- Yes, we will do your homework.

And in the meantime, you have to promise me something.

- What?

You need to talk to Daddy.

Because he loves you, and if you don't talk to him,

he will be very sad.

So I'll pass him over.

Would you mind?

And I'll be right here.

Is it OK?

- All right.

- Hello, Honey.

It's Daddy.

You don't need to worry anymore.

Tomorrow I'll come see you.

And soon, we'll go home.

And you know what?

Tomorrow we'll go see a movie.

And before, I'll buy us some ice cream, the biggest tub

you've ever seen.

- I don't know.

- You don't want that?

What flavor would you prefer?

Vanilla?

Strawberry?

- Strawberry!

- Strawberry.

Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Is vanilla still your favorite?

- Yes.

- So we're not going to leave vanilla alone.

Otherwise, it'll be sad.

- I want both.

Both, of course.

Both of them is a lot.

You might explode if you eat all that.

- I won't.

- Yes, you might be as big as a hippopotamus.

- As big as a "hippo-tamous"?

- No, honey, a hippopotamus.

- A hippo-sadomous?

- No, no.

But you're close.

Repeat after me, a hippopotamus.

- Hippopotamus.