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IN HIS SHADOW
Damn it.
Done having your fun?
Yeah.
What is it? What are you laughing at?
I won.
A glutton for punishment.
You don't mind conning a blind person?
Blind or not, it doesn't matter, bro.
I'm more disabled than you are in this game.
Man, you memorize every move, right?
No.
I'm actually not blind.
But don't tell anyone, or they'll cut my benefits.
Screw you. I almost believed you!
Okay, I'm good.
I'm only gonna lose anyway. You whoop me no matter what.
Stop it. Take it easy. Don't lose any of my marbles.
- Play your song and stop crying. - My track?
- Yeah. - Okay.
It's not finished yet. It's a rough cut.
You know I'll need you to work your magic on it. There you go.
Here.
Not half bad this time.
Fuck you, man.
Really?
It's pretty good.
Hmm.
Enough of this disrespect toward me, you hear me?
I've waited long enough. Tell him to get me my money, or else I'm...
- What is it? - They're coming this way.
- Who? - Ibrahim.
Okay, maybe see you tomorrow?
Hold up, where you going?
Come by my place tonight. We need to have a chat.
What has he done?
You stay out of this. Ain't none of your business.
Every one of us has a monster.
My monster was him.
My older brother, Ibrahim.
He wasn't always like this.
And I wasn't always the blind kid in the neighborhood.
THE '80S
MURETS PROJECTS
What motivated my father to relocate to these projects was this.
I need this.
FOR RENT
Baby, we can't spend the rest of our lives
working for a boss who treats us like we're lower than dirt.
I hear that. What are you gonna call the restaurant?
Restaurant Keïta.
My Dad and Agna...
- I like it. -...then pregnant with Ibrahim,
came here to start a new life.
A better life.
In the luggage they carried,
they brought their greatest hopes and dreams.
They'd stop at nothing to make them come true.
Before, there was nothing to eat for the people who lived here.
The restaurant was a gift. A gift for the neighborhood.
A place for conversation and socializing. Brimming with life.
So hurry up.
-My father was happy. - We're out of bananas, okay?
He could provide a decent life for his family.
- Can I go play soccer? - Yeah, no problem.
And Ibrahim had found his place in the neighborhood.
- Hey, bro! - What's up?
- You good? - Let's go play.
-Everything was going well. -She's not welcome here.
Until my father returned from a visit to the homeland
with a surprise in his luggage.
- Make it work! - My mother.
- She needs to pack and leave! - It's complicated, Agna.
You can't force a second wife on me.
This is Europe! You know that!
Am I not enough anymore?
- It's not about that. - Why are you forcing this on me?
This is my house. I pay the bills.
It's my decision to make.
End of story. Period.
What do you mean?
I was the one who helped you open the restaurant!
Have you lost your memory?
The wallpaper, everything in this house, we did it together!
- She needs to pack her things and leave. - I've said the final word.
You can't do this, Ousmane! I won't stand for it.
Everything here, we did it together.
She's going back home!
That's when Ibrahim's carefree nature slowly began to shift.
And, especially a year after my mother arrived.
Well, that's when I entered the picture.
From then on, things would forever be different in the Keïta household.
Everyone was gonna have to fit in together under one roof.
And it wasn't gonna be easy.
What are you doing with my son's hair?
What'd you say?
What are you doing with my son's hair?
What do you mean? I'm cleaning. Is that not obvious?
What are you trying with that? Will you visit the witch?
You're completely out of your mind.
You're absolutely right I am! Throw it away!
Of course I'm going to throw it away!
- I will beat you! - You home-wrecker!
My mom had always been afraid of witches.
An old belief she kept from her homeland.
She was sure Agna was visiting a witch in the projects.
Having heard about the witch my whole childhood,
I used to try to look for her.
And one time I thought I found her.
Adama...
Ibrahim found a way to keep himself out of the house,
where he was suffocating.
- What's up? Chill? What's the word? - You good, bro?
But I didn't know about any of that at the time.
All I cared about was beating my Dad at oware.
Is it me, or are you taking a thrashing?
This could be the first time your father's ever lost this game.
Aïssata, go play somewhere else.
The arrival of my half-sister, Aïssata,
helped Agna win back some ground.
Nice move.
I didn't see that coming.
I win!
You believed I was in a position of weakness.
Well, I took advantage of that.
Like my army commander used to tell me,
"Embrace your weakness."
"Don't fight it. Look to make it your strength."
- Okay? - Hmm. Play again?
With pleasure!
Cops! Cops are here!
Run!
- Cops are here! Cops are here! - Wait.
- Just one sec. Be right back. - It's okay. Come here, sweetie.
Stop! Stop!
Don't move! Get over here!
Stop!
- Hey, stop! Stop! - Hey! What the hell are you doing?
What's this? What are you doing?
The pigs are here!
Hey, heads up for cops!
- Stop! - He's over there!
You little shit!
Don't you ever step foot in my house again!
- Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir, enough! - I don't wanna see you again!
- Enough! We got it! - Don't set foot again in my house!
You taint the family name! You're a disgrace to the Keïtas!
- Don't! Stop it! That's enough! - Come here! Good riddance!
Enough! Stop it!
This is all your fault! You're too weak with him.
Come on now.
That's right! You're no longer my son!
Get out of here!
That was the first time I'd ever seen my Dad like that.
I couldn't grasp everything...
...but I could see the Keïta home was not a happy one.
Hey, over here!
- Come on! - Come, come!
Don't mess with him. He really hits.
- Yeah, right. - I'm telling you.
I was crossing. You were driving crazy!
Hey, shut your dumbass! You can't even drive! Don't touch me.
What're you gonna do?
Somebody help, please!
Somebody help me, please!
My dad saw it as a horrible accident,
while my mom was convinced Agna had the witch do this to me.
She thought black magic had put me in this condition.
Black magic had taken my eyesight from me.
Whatever the case, things would have to change to accommodate me.
How is Adama?
I can help you guys.
Mom shouldn't have to move out like that, Pops.
Really? Tell me.
Can you help Adama get his sight back?
There's nothing we can do about the apartment.
It's too small.
Too cluttered.
We need more space.
So the boy doesn't bump into things while adapting.
We all must contribute, including your mother.
I got an apartment.
A big one, in Block B.
Plenty of rooms. It can fit the entire family.
And how did you find an apartment so quickly, huh?
Who did you extort?
Who did you pay?
You really think I'm gonna live in an apartment
that you paid for with your dirty money? Huh?
I have to take care of my family, not you.
You know what?
Come talk to me when you're an honest man.
A real man.
Until then...
I'm dead to you.
My room is so big!
- Do I get it all to myself? - All to yourself.
And what room is going to be Adama's?
Right next to yours.
From his room, you can see my tower.
When will he arrive?
Pretty soon.
Aïssata, why don't you go play in your room, hmm?
I'm going to talk to your brother.
Ibé...
- I don't think this is a good idea. - No, no, no. It's fine, Mom.
You've gone through a lot.
- We don't always have to surrender. - Hmm.
The old man has to come now.
Hmm.
My gosh, you've grown up so fast.
- Hmm. So, this apartment is mine. - All yours.
Don't worry.
Okay, I'm off.
Thank you.
Well done, my boy! You don't need my help anymore.
Here, pass me your cane.
There we are.
Are you comfy?
Here, I got you something.
What is it?
Make a guess.
An oware set?
That I made especially for you.
Here.
"Embrace your..."
"Embrace your weakness and...
look to...
make it your strength."
"Embrace your weakness and look to make it your strength."
Great job. Great job, my boy!
I'm so proud of you.
Embrace your weakness and look to make it your strength.
Stay out of this. Ain't none of your business.
Hey, hey, hey, you leave your brother alone!
- Half-brother. - Brother!
There are no half-brothers here!
What do you get from picking on someone weaker than you, huh?
I was talking to his friend.
He's a man, you know. You need to stop protecting him.
I treat him like any person. That's what he needs of you, Pa.
Any other person?
- So, I should beat him up? - You did it to me, didn't you?
I was right to! And I'd do it again if I had to!
Tonight.
Here, come.
You all right, Papa?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, my boy. I'm fine.
Will you go?
Don't have much of a choice, do I?
Damn it.
I have a bad feeling. Don't go.
If I don't, he'll go to my house where there's my mom, my sister...
No fuckin' way.
Hey, is it about Aïssata?
No, no, it can't be. We're super careful. It's not about that.
Hey, nothing's gonna happen. It's all good.
I'll sort your brother out, no problem.
Okay, let's play again.
It won't take long.
Sit.
You know I can't bring you inside.
Shh.
Hey, watch out. Over here.
Hey, how you doing? Good?
Yeah, not bad.
Oh, I wasn't expecting you so soon.
- I had no time to get the papers ready. - Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.
Shut the fuck up!
Who do you think you are putting your hands on my sister?
She's a queen, and you're a bum! That's right, I said it. A bum!
- Ibra, I didn't touch your sister. - Shut up! Don't lie to me!
I swear, I will end you! Don't you ever go near her again!
Get him out of here before I pop him.
- Sweet boy, what is happening? - Shh.
Sorry.
You're fucking dead! Dead!
- Get up, get up! - Go ahead. Kill him, kill him!
Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?
I have eyes and ears all over these streets.
If you come anywhere near her, I'll end you, you bitch! Huh?
Yeah, you bitch. You understand what I'm saying?
You better. On my mom's life, I'll kill you.
You little shit, you like touching people's sisters?
Try to play with me!
Get up!
He's left.
Malik. They released him.
I can't take this anymore. I...
They make things unlivable around here.
Look at how they constantly stop the elevator to do their dealing.
It'll be fine, Mrs. Diop.
It'll be fine.
Adama.
Hey.
- Someone's here for you. - Who?
Come on, time to tell him that beat-up old t-shirt has to go.
Poor guy can't see it.
Hey, hey, easy. Lay off that T-shirt.
It used to be mine.
Ah, I see.
My gosh, what a nice shirt.
Really lovely.
You damn suck-up!
You have no shame! The t-shirt's just fine.
All right, kids, I'm headed back to the restaurant.
- See you later. - Okay, good luck.
- Bye, Dad. - Bye.
- You're so pretty. - Thank you.
- How you doing? - Good, you?
Just fine.
Getting some work done.
Hmm.
Do you know where he is?
Who?
Who do you think?
Don't know.
I've been calling him the last two days. It goes to voicemail.
Son of a bitch is ghosting me. I tried everything. IG, SnapChat.
I just hope nothing happened to him.
Because if he's ghosting me for some other bitch, she's gonna be hurt.
Something funny?
Not a thing.
Not a thing, Aïssata. I'd never dream of it.
You're the baddest thug on the block.
I don't mess.
Whatever.
Let me hear the track.
- Okay. This one? - Yeah.
Here he is.
Your man's right here.
You like it?
I love it!
Ah! Ay!
My man's got the magic, right?
If it weren't for my magic, not his BS, you wouldn't say that.
Are you jealous?
Yeah, you bet I am.
Come on, don't even. You're the best.
There. That's more like it.
I'm being serious, though.
He's never done this.
We talk, like, ten times a day.
- You won't repeat this. - Repeat what?
Swear!
- It's between us. - Mm-hmm.
Let's hear it.
I was at Mrs. Diop's.
I heard Ibra and his guys beating him up.
And threatening to kill him if he saw you again.
Damn it.
See now?
I've already told you, do whatever you want,
but not in front of others.
Who cares about what other people think?
You can't just... blah, blah. Where do you think we are?
What is it?
You don't hear that?
No.
I heard a weird noise.
Come with me. Quick.
It's Dad!
Papa!
We have to call someone!
Papa!
Help! Help! Papa!
- Papa, please! I'm begging you! - What's wrong?
- What's wrong with him? - We have to call someone! Help!
Somebody help!
- Please, call someone! - Please help!
Papa, please stay with me, please!
Papa, please!
- Papa! - Help!
She's right. This place should be yours.
You started it with your husband. Your sweat and tears.
I can't believe he left the restaurant to both of you.
I mean, seriously...
She hasn't done a thing.
Ousmane already got her that apartment.
Now she also inherits this?
What about Ibrahim?
What does he get?
Nothing?
Sorry, but that's not right.
Even if they weren't speaking,
you can't do that to a son.
Don't take this lying down.
Now he's no longer with us. You have to keep a low profile, son.
Even more so than before.
Malik, wait!
- What is that? - Nothing.
- What do you mean "nothing"? - It's nothing, relax. Not here.
I'm sick of not seeing you anymore. I'm gonna talk to him. I don't care.
To who?
- To Ibrahim. - No.
No, no, no. You won't talk to him at all.
Hey, this stays under wraps.
Wait till this blows over. There's no other choice.
I swear, I saw it in his eyes. He really wanted to kill me.
He wasn't always like this.
He doesn't know how else to do it. It's how he protects us.
With time, he'll learn to accept you.
I can't.
I can't. You wouldn't get it.
For real?
Adama.
Only you can save us.
Come visit me when you're ready.
I can help you, Adama.
I can help you.
We're closing.
Hey, bro, are you blind or deaf?
What are you doing?
He won't listen to me.
Leave him alone.
We gotta talk about Eddy. It's more urgent. Go ahead.
Don't move! Don't move!
On the ground! On the ground! Keep your hands behind your head.
- What're you doing? Give me that! - Shut the fuck up!
Wait, no!
Okay, I've got it all!
Open up! Open up!
What's all this about?
What's wrong?
Put it all over there, to the left. In the bedroom.
What's this all mean?
Ibrahim, what's going on?
I have to stash some things here for now.
We're at war with Eddy and the guys from his block.
- It's heating up the neighborhood. - That's not my business.
- What did you say? - I'm the one you're putting in danger!
- What was that? - Why don't you take it to your place?
If the cops search mine, I'm through! They won't mess with the old and blind.
Plus, this is my place too.
I don't care what his will says!
I want to stash shit here, so I will!
Whether Dad likes it or not, this place is half mine. Period.
Got it?
I won't abandon you and your mom.
I'll take care of you now that he's gone, but we'll do things my way.
I put cash here like the old man used to.
Hey! Hey! Cops!
Cops! Cops! Cops! Cops!
Stop right there!
Tom!
Hold it! Don't move!
- Stop! Stop! - That way! Go that way!
- Stop right there! - Hey!
Cops! Cops!
You bitch!
Hey!
Hey, you, back up!
Stand back! Stand back, I said!
Stand back!
Nothing to see here!
Hey, what's the matter?
What's goin' on?
Get fucked! Fuck off!
We're doing our job!
- What'd he do? - We got a call.
People saw one of Eddy's guys get held up.
Tom, what's your side?
I didn't do nothing. It was the other son of a bitch.
Hey! Hey! Shut the fuck up.
You better show some respect. Show some respect!
Why did your guy book it as soon as he saw us?
Search him here.
It's not up to you to tell me how to search somebody.
If he held someone up, he'll have a gun.
Search for it.
If you find something...
you have my word, you can cart him off, no protest.
But cart him off without searching him, without proof of your claims,
I'll start a riot here like you've never seen before.
That's all he's got?
Nothing else.
- Oh fuck. - Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck off.
Better fuck off fast!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, beat it!
BIEVRE SHOPPING CENTER BAKER
I swear, she said, "Send people your resume."
She said that, bro.
That boy, your cousin, he's out of his mind, I swear.
That girl said...
Hmm?
What do you want?
The store owners are complaining.
I don't like what I'm hearing.
I'm protecting these projects.
Everyone has to contribute.
You protect your interests, not these projects.
I'm not stupid, Ibrahim.
Hey, old head.
Don't come here and lecture me. I'm not ten anymore.
Ibrahim, stop telling yourself you grew up without love.
Your dad loved you.
Like crazy.
I know deep down you know that.
That old dude's crazy.
Yeah.
Ibrahim, what are you doing?
Ibra! Where you goin'?
What happened?
They stole everything.
Ibrahim's whole stash. It's all gone.
This will never end.
I'm sick of this.
I'm sick and tired of this.
Come in.
How far will this go?
Huh?
I can't take this anymore.
I'm afraid for my mom.
I need to get rid of him.
You can make it happen.
You made me blind, after all.
Is that what you think?
It's what my mom thinks.
Adama.
BASTIONS PROJECTS
What do you want, pal?
Hmm?
This has gotten out of control.
You don't know what he's capable of.
No.
But I can do much worse.
Your war's wearing on everyone.
The old and the young suffer most.
Please give his stash back.
"Give the stash back"?
No, think about what you're saying. Where do you think you are?
Business is business.
I took back what belonged to me, that's all.
I'm not giving anything back.
I can tell you're a good kid. Head back home before things go wrong.
Take him home.
- Let's go. - Don't touch me.
Go home!
I don't need your help.
- Hold him! Don't move! - Hey!
- Stop! - Get over here!
Ah!
- Stop! Let go of me! - Move, dammit!
Stop! Ah, fuck!
What were you doing talking to Eddy?
Nothing! I wasn't doing anything!
Our stash is gone.
You were at Eddy's hood, but you weren't doing anything?
Tomtom saw you leave. What were you doing there?
Trying to get the stash back.
To fix the situation.
I swear to God.
Talk!
Talk, motherfucker!
Don't feel like talking? Come here!
He needs to talk.
Or we're dead.
He needs to be able to talk, then.
Chill, I have another idea.
We'll let you think things over.
When we come back, you better have something good to tell us.
Adama...
The enemy of your enemy is your friend, Adama.
Couldn't this wait till I finished classes?
It couldn't wait.
You heard what people are saying?
Your brother is holding Adama captive.
Ridiculous.
No, it's not ridiculous.
When I asked my boys about it, they told me.
His mom called me looking for him.
- She's scared. - Who said that?
I can't tell you.
You don't trust me, is that it?
Yes, of course I trust you.
I just don't trust your brother.
If he can do that to Adama, imagine me.
Look, I don't know what your friend said, but he's full of shit, okay?
Ibra is no saint, but stop blaming him for everything.
He'd never do that to Adama.
Really?
Was he not close to killing me?
He was trying to protect me. That's different.
Stop making excuses for him all the time.
Open your eyes, please.
For real.
Before you lose everything.
Your son is right here.
Oh no, my baby! What have they done to you?
My God!
What's the matter with you? Why would you beat him up like that?
Hey, calm down! Take it easy, damn it!
Take it easy. Calm down.
Let go of me!
You're gonna be okay.
It's okay, baby.
Get him to say what he was doing at Eddy's, got it?
Or I'll kill him.
Let me clean you up.
I'll make it all better. I'll... I'll take care of you.
My baby.
I can see.
My vision's improved.
Hmm.
Have you heard from Adama?
What do you mean?
I guess Maimouna's been looking for him.
Do you know where he is?
Why are you asking me?
No reason.
It's just people have been saying things.
What things?
What are they saying? Spit it out.
What is it?
- You're holding Adama captive. - What?
Hey!
Ibé, tell me you didn't do that.
Ibé! Tell me that's not true.
Ibé, tell me you didn't do that.
Ibé!
- He betrayed me. - What?
He did it to himself. Nothing to do with me.
You have to let him go, Ibra, please. You need to let him go.
- I can't. Not now. - Mom.
Listen to your sister! You can't do that! He's your brother!
- He's not family anymore. - What do you mean?
Mind your own business. Leave me alone to my own affairs.
No, we won't mind our business. This is serious.
- Did you know he beat up Malik too? - Ibé...
He almost killed him.
- Dad never would've let you do this. - Shut the fuck up!
What's with you? Shut your fucking mouth!
Don't talk about him here, okay?
Say his name one more time!
Where was he when you had to pay for your rich school?
And when you needed a computer?
When we had to pay for this place?
I'm out here grinding for you!
You can't imagine what it's like having a million problems to deal with,
but I do it so you can have a good life!
Oh, I see! It's mom's and my fault?
- Be a thug with everyone else, but not us! - What the hell do you think?
You think this all comes from thin air? That, that, that, all this?
How does it all come to be here?
You don't think I want to do legit things like all your rich Parisian friends?
That's right, play the victim.
Ain't no victims here!
Don't even start with me!
I made all my money on my own, and I don't owe anybody a thing!
You can have your dirty money! What do you think?
Stop pretending like you don't get it!
- My conscience isn't for sale! - This is just business!
You can't do what I do without commanding respect, got that?
If you want blood on your hands, go ahead! But you're on your own.
You don't know what you're talking about!
You think I give a fuck about your money?
- Stop getting on my nerves! - You first!
- To hell with you! - Be gone! Piece of shit!
I hate you! I fucking hate you!
- It's Agna. - Huh?
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I killed her.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Come on, let's get out of here!
Bring them in.
Come on, this way.
You sure about this?
What's the risk?
She's an old lady. He's a blind kid.
And I figure...
if your enemy's family joins your side,
you have him in your hand.
If anything happens, they're out. Who gives a damn?
She was like this when I walked in. I called an ambulance. They're coming.
She said she came for you, but I didn't see her come down here.
Shut the fuck up!
- I'll kill you! I will end you! - Ibra!
Ibra! Stop!
- I'll kill you! - Stop!
Ibra! Stop!
- I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! - Ibra! Ibra! Stop!
- You're dead! You're fucking dead! - Ibra!
Ugh! Let go of me!
- Look! - Easy! Come on.
Look!
I know.
Look at what they did!
Look at what they fucking did!
Adama.
Hmm?
While we're here, no one can know you've recovered your eyesight.
It's like a shield. No one suspects a blind person.
You can't be a murderer if you're a blind person.
Come here, my boy.
I really didn't see her, Mom.
I thought she was one of them.
I know, my son.
I'm aware of that.
But just stay blind.
No one will be able to question you.
Remember what Dad used to say.
Make a strength of your weakness.
Let me see your eyes.
Thanks.
-Salam. - Hey, Mom.
How are you?
Aïssata's waiting for you in your room.
Ask Aïssata if she's eating with us.
Holy shit.
Where were you?
I was at the grocery store.
Grocery store?
You store groceries there?
No, it's just because... because the store was closed.
Ask Aïssata if she's eating with us.
My mom wants to know if you're eating with us.
- Mmm. - Are you staying?
Yeah.
Here you go.
Can I help in any way?
Do your worst.
But I'm done with this.
I won't give you another penny.
Thank Heavens Ousmane is no longer here to see this.
What're you thinking?
Drag this out of here.
Your presence puts us and you at grave risk.
You're already on thin ice.
I know, but I had to talk to you.
It's all going to hell.
Ibrahim's been losing it since Agna got into a coma.
You can't believe how mad Aïssata is at you.
She's looking for you!
There's nothing?
No sign she'll wake up?
No.
And it gets worse.
Ever since Eddy busted in and stole the stash, he's been in control.
Ibrahim's getting threats from dealers he owes money to.
Some of his guys have disappeared. The two projects are at war.
- I need him to call ASAP! - The walls are closing in on him.
Motherfucking cops piss me off!
He's resorted to extorting the store owners.
You know Chérif, the barber? You know how he is. He stood up to him.
Now Chérif's gone. That's it. No more barbershop.
It's ashes now.
- Damn it. - Mrs. Diop's shut herself in.
Aïssata's miserable.
My fucking love life, man, the hood, and the kids, everything's on fire.
It's all gone wrong.
I had to see you and talk to you because of this.
We need to do something.
I'm moved by what you're saying, but what can I do?
Huh?
I don't know.
Maybe...
Maybe you should go to the cops.
What?
This has to end.
Go and tell them what happened. Tell them what Ibrahim did.
I don't love the police either, bro.
We don't have a choice.
It's gone too far.
What do I say about Agna?
Well, tell them the truth.
Tell them you're blind, you can't see, and you didn't know it was her.
You thought it was Ibrahim and his gang were coming to kill your mother and you.
- Go with the truth. - He'll never go to prison.
Never.
I have no proof of what he did. Nothing. Not even a fucking stash.
Did he squeal?
- To the cops? - Mm-hmm.
No.
Of course he didn't squeal to the cops. He's not the type who'd go to the cops.
Even Aïssata can't tell anybody.
They want you specifically.
Morning, Aïssata.
- How you doing, sweetie? - Good. Malik isn't home.
I know. I just came to get something, and I'll go.
Is your mom not home either?
No, she's at work.
Okay. Can I come in?
I can't fucking believe this!
Stop it.
Holy shit!
I mean, this is fucking wonderful!
- Like, you see me? - Mm-hmm.
It's like a fucking miracle!
Holy shit.
It can happen.
What?
The blind getting their sight back.
What do you mean?
In times of emotional duress, or...
after a blow to the head, you can get your sight back.
But Agna was a real accident.
My vision was still blurry when it happened.
I thought he was coming to kill us.
I believe you.
I have to get out of here, bro.
I can't stay locked up like this day and night with my mom.
I can't. Not anymore.
I need to move far away.
I need to run away. That's the only way to solve this.
I've always been a burden on everyone anyway.
Come on, stop it.
Thanks for this.
Thanks, bro.
- You all right? - Mm-hmm.
- You don't look all right. - No, I'm fine.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Come on, you can talk to me.
Is it about Mom?
What, did the hospital call?
What is it?
We can find him.
We can find Adama.
Look, I want that as much as you do.
But I need you to promise me you won't hurt Malik.
What's up with him? What does he have to do with this?
Promise.
Go on.
Eddy wants to see you.
There's a right hook and another.
-Let go of me! - Going to get something.
What are you doing? What's that?
- Shears. He grabbed shears. - What're you doing with that?
No, no, no! Don't do that! Stop, please!
Fuck!
Oh, damn it! Oh!
There's that.
He left something for you.
I understand.
Don't worry.
He said your buddy is in your basement. He wants you to join him.
If I hand you over,
in exchange, he'll let me use a few trap houses for a couple months.
Which I accepted.
You don't blame me, do you?
It's all just business.
Take him away.
Come on.
What if I could promise you the whole projects?
All right, let's go.
I say we just wait a little longer, Ibra.
We're cornered. Those bastards must be waiting.
And plus--
You promised me.
You fucking promised me!
- Aïssata, come on. Get out. - Oumar, let go of me, please.
Ibra, I'm begging you. Please let him go.
If you love me, let him go. Please listen to me, Ibra.
Please! Mom's in a coma because of you!
You don't want to see it, but everything,
everything that's happening is because of you! You! Damn it, let go!
Let go of me, damn it! Stop!
You let me out! Open the door, damn it!
What the fuck is wrong with you? You've gone mad! Let me out!
Let me out!
Who's there? Who's there?
Hey!
It's me, bro.
It's over.
Fucking hell.
- We need to move. - Okay.
Police, what's your emergency?
Adama.
Fuck!
Ah, damn it!
Come on, get up!
The power's out. Something's not right.
I don't give a damn, man! We got twenty-two pounds in the house.
Come pick it up.
Get a car, grab some gloves, and stash it.
It ain't my problem where. Figure something out!
Just get your ass over here! Now!
Five minutes, hurry up. You can come with Tony if you want.
Here, listen to me. Listen to me!
Ibrahim looked me right in the eyes...
What's going on?
What's all that noise?
Come.
Stay in here.
Lock yourself in.
Under no circumstances will you open the door.
Wait till the cops arrive.
Police, what's your emergency?
Hi, I'm calling from an apartment in Block C of the Murets Projects.
A gang from the Bastions Projects are here,
and they're attacking everyone in sight!
Who's attacking you?
A gang from the Bastions Project.
They're armed, and they're attacking people!
Armed with what?
I don't know. You have to stop them. Come quick!
What are you doing here?
Get up.
Ibra, is everything okay? Answer me, damn it!
What's going on? Fuck! Tell me!
Ibra, answer me, damn it!
Ibra, answer me, please!
What's going on?
Open the door, Ibra! What's going on? Come on! Answer me!
- Look what you've made me do. - What's happening?
Look what you've made me do!
Ibra, just answer me, please!
What's happening out there?
Damn it, Ibra, answer me!
Ibra, damn it, answer me! What the fuck's going on?
Ibra! Shit!
Ibra, please, stay with me.
Ibra, everything will be fine. Look at me. I promise, everything will be fine.
Please stay with me. I'm here.
Please. I'm here. Look at me. No, no, no, no! Don't go!
No, no, stay with me, please!
No, no, no, no! No!
No, not you, Ibra! Please!
Ibra, please, don't go! Don't leave me!
Ibra!
You! Come with me!
Hurry it up! Come on! Let's go, let's go!
Hey, hey! He's fine, he's fine, he's fine!
I know him. The kid's blind.
Can't you see he's blind? Why would he be mixed up in all this?
Let him go. Come on, let's move. We got bigger fish to fry. Come on.
- Come with me, you piece of shit! - Let me go!
Embrace your weakness. Look to make it your strength.