35 Rhums

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Thirty-Five Shots

I'll take this one.

You smell like cigarettes.

I smoked again.

There's tomato and lettuce.|Want a salad?

Sure, if you want. That's fine.

It's nice!

It's great you remembered.

It's ready.

I'll hurry!

Just right.

Some more?

Okay?

Thank you, Daddy.

F***ing pains in the ass!

Hey, daddy-o.

I got back late.

Move it, fatso.

Coming!

Today's not my day.

Couldn't someone need|to go to the airport?

Nope. Short, local rides.

Taxi drivers always complain.

If you're not happy, change jobs!

It's what's called "flexibility."

Not at all, sir.|I love my job, believe me.

Never the same thing.

I'm happy behind the wheel.

No boss breathing down my neck.

I meet interesting people.

Okay, whatever...

Keep the change.

Want my card, just in case?

You never know|when you need a driver.

- Have a nice day.|- You too.

Explain yourself. You say|either too much or not enough.

What I mean is...

debt is a way|of dominating the Global South.

Creditors have the privilege|of deciding the rules of the game.

Rules...

used to manage|international debt load

and imposed on countries in debt.

I don't think|we can ignore Stiglitz.

You say it|as if it's totally self-evident...

It's a little pedantic.

Annoying for your classmates.

Unlike you, they didn't have|to prepare today's class.

If you could be less pedantic,|it would be nice.

Yesterday on the radio|someone from an NGO

was discussing|the power of the weak.

But you're saying there's no hope.

You're not here to hope or despair,

but to develop critical faculties,

rhetorical skills,|analytical frameworks.

Conceptualize your ideas.

That's what we're trying to achieve.

Josephine, answer.

It's neither right nor wrong.

You're begging the question.

Debt can be discussed|without getting all emotional.

It should be discussed|precisely, rigorously, technically.

Just technically?

I disagree.

Stiglitz, Brenton Wood|and the IMF are fine.

But debts are relative.|Which debt do we mean?

The Global South|still owes the North.

But I have a question.

Why not demand restitution|for the slave trade?

Debt, the IMF, is always us.|Always the same.

Blacks get flushed down the drain.

I think the problem is systemic.

The system must be changed.

As Frantz Fanon says...

You should read him. It can't hurt.

When we revolt,|it's not for a particular culture.

We revolt simply...|because, for many reasons...

we can no longer breathe.

You can't fall apart now.

Not in front of everyone.

Good luck, Ren. Happy retirement.|You deserve it.

Let's hear it for Ren!

Here's to you!

From the girls.

And now from your brothers!

We picked it out ourselves.

We're not done.

All your music at your fingertips.

You can listen to FM Tropical.

To Ren!

Cheers!

My friends...

Thank you all for being here.

I've waited so long for this.

It's a deliverance, you know.

You okay?

Tonight I feel like...

I have wings.

- To you!|- Another round.

To all of you!

Another round!

I've had enough.

Down the hatch!

Your turn, Lionel. Go for it.

The time's right for the 35 shots.

What's this thing... about 35 shots?

It's an old story.

But I won't drink them.

Not tonight.

My stop.

See you tomorrow.

What were you saying?

Surrendering...

Surrendering to this condition|is what's so hard.

I'd like to have died young.

But I'm at the age I'm at.

And healthy as an ox.

I'll die at 100, at this rate.

I don't have this life in me.

The subway and all that...

It hit me unarmed and unprepared.

- Were you playing soccer?|- Yes, Detective.

Your dad's not back. No lights on.

He had the party for Ren.

He'll probably stay late.

Wort you come over for a bite?

Thanks, Gab. I can't tonight.

There's yesterday's pork roast.

I have exams. I can't stay up late.

It was easier when you were a kid.

You'd fall asleep on the table,

then I'd take you into my bed.

I'll buy my ticket tomorrow.|You two coming?

I don't know. Any good?

If we wait too long,|it'll sell out.

I was taking my shower.|Excuse me...

- Your dad will want to.|- For sure!

Good night.

Sh*t.

To all residents:|Please be reminded

bikes belong in the shed.|Thanks in advance.

Don't wait up for him all night!

You look sort of sloshed.

Fighting fire with fire.

Come closer.

There's something I want.

Don't feel I need|to be looked after.

I want you to think of yourself.

You're getting rid of me.

You don't love me anymore.

Don't be sad.

I love you.

Daddy...

Just feel free.

Jo!

I'm coming!

- Faster?|- If you want.

Nice and warm.

Stupid ass!

You're crazy!

Sicko!

I'm out of milk.

Not a problem.

Where to, this time?

If you really care,|come along and you'll see.

Didn't you say|you'd sell everything?

It's not suffocating, living here?

It's all that's left of my parents.

A table, some furniture.|What the hell do I care?

Like with this apartment.|I don't get attached.

What's holding you back?

I don't know.|I must have my reasons.

Here are the keys.

I bet you haven't eaten a thing.

You redid the place?

It was Jo. She repainted.

It's nice.

Give him a plate.

I'll stay for a few minutes.

Taking your car or the subway?

I'll take my car.

I'll leave it in the lot.

No is something!

His old furniture,|his old cat, his trips...

You think he's happy?

- I think he's lonely.|- Don't overdo it.

He has us.

We have everything here.

Why go looking elsewhere?

Lionel!

Happy to have the place to yourself?

Welcome to the Free Zone

Anthropology on Strike

Move... Don't just stand there.

It's blocked!

Let us through!

Working late. Jo.

Lina, Tho...

My colleagues.

You're quiet. Upset I'm here?

The less you know,

the better I feel.

Your friend's here.

Hey, rascal.

Remember Gabrielle?

I never forget a beautiful woman.

Let me buy you a drink.

No thanks, Ren. I'm on the job.

I thought you left the city.

For where?

I don't know. Far away somewhere.

It's best that I go.|I'll leave you.

So long, Gabrielle.

Take care.

Got any plans?

Tons.

You lent it to me.

I forgot all about it.

I'm not well. I'll walk.

They're closing Anthropology.

They claim it serves no purpose.

My name's Ruben.

Josephine.

See you soon.

Coming to the concert?

I don't know, maybe.

Waiting for me?

I don't like these night hours.

I worry when you come home so late.

You should quit this job.

I enjoy riding like this.

Me too.

Why do you do this?

I don't know. I don't mind.

You can't wear wrinkled shirts.

It bothers me. I prefer to do it.

- Is it the right one?|- I'll do it.

Okay, do it then.

And what's that thing?

What's he up to?|He knows the traffic's bad.

Hurry up, Lionel!

We're ready and waiting.

I'm coming.

You like to be last.|You can't help it.

Got your wallet?

We're not late.|No isn't even here.

I got tickets for the concert.|I thought you'd like it.

In fact I'm already going.

We're about to leave.

Wait for No. I'll get the car.

I have to run. I'm double parked.

See you at the concert, maybe.

What's his name?

Ruben. A classmate of mine.

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