King Dave Page #8

I don't think this was such a good idea.

Could we just forget it, about the gun?

That's how I learned that once you order a gun,

you don't change your mind.

500 more.

- 500!?!

OK, OK. It's OK.

Discouragement. Angst.

Too tired.

The biatch laughing in the corner. Whore.

She does a line.

750 for a gun and a piece of leather!

Sh*t, this makes no sense.

I'm so f***in' ashamed!

Stupid ass! Stupid ass!

Too many things at the same time.

The blow goin' up the bill.

The guy snorting. Thinking of the radios,

the bar, Nathalie, Fix, Marc, Stanley.

The park, Isabelle, Nathalie, getting drunk.

Then it starts over and gets all f***in' mixed up!

Tears come to my eyes.

Stop it, fag.

Maybe you could let him go

if he just pays for the couch'?

Me starting to cry.

No, sorry.

Shut the f*** up.

Tempted to stick the gun in my mouth,

and pull the trigger. F***in' get it over with.

Take this please. There's 450 bucks.

You can count but I swear, there's 450 bucks.

Don't ask for more I got nothing else,

not at home, not in the bank, nowhere.

I don't even have a job!

Forget about me. She'll forget about me.

I won't talk to anybody, I swear.

You'll get your couch fixed and

everything's gonna be alright.

'Cuz I really ain't doin' so good, man.

I'm freaking out.

Yeah, I get it:
if I come back, you cap my ass.

It's OK, man. I'll never come back.

Oh f***!

F***, man!

No cash for the bus.

In a new development lost in Laval,

a stupid ass doesn't have f***in' $3.50

to take the f***in' bus to f***in' go home.

A stupid ass, so stupid that...

I walk real slow and calling myself every name I know.

F***, man. If I walk to Montreal,

it'll take three f***in' days.

A trash can in front of me.

Garbage day... Didn't notice.

And this trash can in front of me.

The only one with a box full of stuff next to it.

In the box:
old clothes, these f***in' rich guys

are too snobby to give to the poor.

In the collar of an old shin.

A metal hanger.

Why not?

Night crashes down on Laval.

My shoes hit the ground faster.

Lots of houses, no lights.

No lights, nobody. Easy even.

Another huge crib.

No lights. No TV reflections on the walls.

Man, not even a trash can. A desert.

1+1=2, man. Nobody home.

And my taxi for Montreal in the driveway, man.

A big f***in' toy, fully loaded.

I feel high, too excited

at the thought of the ride home.

If I manage to unlock this goddamn truck,

music full volume.

This baby must have mean speakers, man.

F***! F***. Everything starts to spin.

Faster than I can think,

can't find a way to concentrate.

My heart wants to jump out of my chest.

I'm freakin' out. Scared of getting caught.

I've just passed a marker.

Not really what I want.

It's more like a loan. Just a loan, like a taxi.

Alright, maybe take a ride with some hotty

but that's it.

Sh*t, Dave! Stop thinking it's not gonna work.

Stop thinkin' that a hanger ain't worth sh*t.

Even if it's true, fight f***, fight.

Try to think about how it's rigged inside that door!

Ah man, f*** I'm dumb!

Maybe if I bend it, if I twist it...

Am I bothering you?

- Ah...

Quick, quick, quick.

Think, think, think...

Am I bothering you!?!

Am n

Stop screaming, man. Stop.

Shut up!

He won't stop screaming.

Shut the f*** up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut the f*** up!

In a cupboard in the kitchen: a key rack.

Stickers, shed keys, Sylvie's gym locker keys...

Gym locker key. Luc.

House key, cabin key, truck key.

Truck key.

And a bigger sticker.

"If you take a key, put it back in its place."

From Laval to Montreal,

I hit every red light.

Red light festival.

I can't stop hallucinating police lights after me.

As if everything was against me.

As if somebody was trying to tell me:

Wake-up, Dave.

You f***ed up. You lost it.

That's how it's called, losin'.

Big time.

When you spit up, it hits you back in the face.

Good luck, boy!

I wish I could stop the night from becoming day,

to stay dark.

I want... I want to see Nat.

To hold her as hard as I can.

To squeeze her until I melt into her.

I wish I was in my mother's arms.

Telling me she loves me, that she knows

I ain't really like that, that she's gonna help me.

Even hide me if she has to.

Cradle me.

On a street corner, a phone booth.

I turn, hit the brakes and run to it.

Mom?

Mom? You're OK?

Not really, no. Listen...

It's... 11:
30 pm.

Do you think I could come home?

Yes. Yes now.

I know it's late but...

It's important.

Why'?

Something heavy happened to me, mom.

Heavy. Something heavy, heavy means bad.

Can I come?

I can't explain it over the phone!

Ha, mom!

No, no, no! No, I'm not big enough.

I'm coming, OK?

No, no, mom.

I'm telling you I can't explain on the phone.

No. Don't hang up. Don't hang up.

Mom, I'm coming, OK?

Mommy?

No idea how I got here.

My crib smells like mold, chugged two beers,

smoked the rest of my weed,

did some push-ups,

chugged a bottom of peach schnapps.

Called 'em as soon I got home,

still had their number on my caller display.

They came right away,

a dollar sign stuck to their faces.

They got f***in' hyped when they saw the truck.

I could see they were just lookin'

for a way to screw me on some sh*t.

Check this.

We take this truck and bring it to our guy.

You can't come 'cuz the guy's crazy.

If he likes the sh*t, he gives the cash.

We give you your cut.

I know exactly what you mean.

But guys, I forgot to tell you:

there's a bonus that comes with the truck.

If you spit up, it comes back down.

I grab my phone.

Three digits.

9-1-1.

Yes. Yes, I...

I just saw four black guys stealing a silver truck...

They were going toward Armand-Bombardier in Anjou.

No, no, don't transfer me...

Listen to me.

Licence plate 7321 LTD.

7321 LTD!

I know that the minute they get caught,

they're gonna rat me out. Obvious. I'm OK with it.

Not expecting anything else.

I don't feel anything anymore.

Tired of asking myself too many questions.

What I did, I did and I'll pay for it.

Matter of time.

Though I shouldn't be the only one to pay.

I don't know much but that I do know.

Police open the door.

I did what I did.

But that's not what I wanted.

I wasn't really there.

Like half there. Maybe less.

Like blinded by the sun.

The white spot veiling my eyes.

Thick blinkers letting only a drop of sky in

once in a while

because I tried to forget the how of the why.

Because I tried to fill the emptiness inside.

Because of fear. Empty fear.

Right there.

But... there won't be any excuses

about how I was only half there.

No. F*** all no excuses. I did it.

Me. My hands and nobody else's.

All the reasons in the world to pay.

But right now...

Right now I need something I can control.

Something beautiful.

That would be nice. Just mine.

Even if it's just for seconds, but just mine.

A lifeline in my head that no one could f*** with.

Something to hang onto.

Has to be. I need it.

Need for a change. Need to get centered, man.

And in the end I'm just a f***in' p*ssy.

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