Blaké

My name is Daniel Blake. I am a man, not a dog.

In the underground parking lot of an office building, two security guards watch over beautiful cars. The parking lot is empty and the night may be long. To keep company, they talk about their philosophies, their wounds, their dreams. Vincent, the youngest, is convinced that he is living a great love story with a beautiful young woman whom he escorts each night to his car. But one does not fantasize with impunity, especially in an empty parking lot where dream and reality collide.