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Any beer left?

Don't do it, Jon.

Now!

Stupid fucking kid!

Shit!

15 YEARS + ONE DAY

Hi.

My name is Margo Aguirre

and I'm very happy you've given me this opportunity.

I don't know why,

but I feel like I'm a perfect fit for the role of Maria Fernanda.

I've worked mainly in theater, a little of everything...

Commercial stuff, comedies, drama...

Movies, too. A little, but less.

It's all in my resum�.

And television, well, this is my first soap opera.

What do you mean, soap opera?

You think "Maria Fernanda" is a soap opera?

I would say so. But I could be wrong.

I've seen those teeth before.

What?

The toothpaste commercial. You look just like her.

Go ahead,

- answer it. - Sorry.

Call in the next one.

Yes?

Where were you?

Around.

Skipping class again?

- Your school called. - Jerks.

No, we're the jerks.

It's the 6th time Ormechea has called.

He's a schmuck.

Tomorrow you'll apologize. I don't care what you did.

You hear me, Jon?

You stepped in shit.

I can't believe it!

Damn it, not again!

Afternoon.

Mr. Garmendia, your dog has been in our yard again.

That didn't happen.

Though I'd like to rip out those sprinklers myself.

This is my last warning.

Aim your spray at your yard, not mine.

- Next time I'll report it. - How scary!

Have a nice afternoon.

Late homework, talking back...

I can understand that at a certain age

schoolwork may seem a bit tedious...

Right, Jon?

But calling a cook with a metabolism problem fat

- is more serious. - You called a cook fat?

I didn't call her fat, I called her a cow.

And I was joking.

She eats a lot and gets nervous. She even says so.

Ms. Mendez is an adult, and you're not.

In any case, this wasn't the worst incident.

It wasn't?

The Latin teacher is too scared to open doors

without checking the hinges first.

Come on, he only bumped his head.

Who would remove the hinges from the door

- of the classroom? - It was a joke.

It was a hit, congratulations.

Let me get this straight.

You took off the hinges

to set a trap for the teacher so he'd fall down?

That's right.

Are you out of your mind?

We've been very patient with Jon.

Your father dying at age ten must be hard.

I don't see the link. Explain it to me.

Losing a father at an early age

often justifies anomalous behavior.

Let's clarify one thing.

My son is irresponsible and if his father were still alive,

- he'd still call the cook fat. - Acow.

And he'd still remove door hinges.

The only difference is he'd make fun of us both,

not just me.

In his psychological tests he says you never talk about his father.

What kind of questions do you ask in those tests?

I talk to my son about whatever I please.

That's fine, but understand that we can only be

so patient. That's why we've expelled Jon

the rest of the year, which he'll obviously miss,

unless he passes enough courses in September.

You're joking, right?

We leave the jokes to your son.

I regret the confusion.

He's expelled for three months.

I told you he's lame.

No, you're lame. You want to end up in a school for delinquents?

Start working tomorrow?

What shitty job could a bum like you get?

Actor?

- What is it, sweetie? You woke me up. - I know, I'm sorry.

- It's not so late. - Maybe not for you.

You go to bed late.

Can you leave the bookstore at lunchtime?

When?

Tomorrow. And the day after.

Forever, almost.

Good lord. What is it now?

Jon. I need you to keep an eye on him.

He got expelled.

Are you psychic?

Yeah, sweetie. I have powers.

How lucky.

It caught me by surprise this time.

Sometimes it's like you're in the clouds.

Thanks, Mom.

You're a dream.

Good night.

Go on.

The neighbor makes his dog shit in our yard.

What's the problem? If it were the other way around...

Why did you have Sunny? You don't like animals.

Your grandfather.

She was his dog.

All I did was clean the hair off the couch.

- Every day... - Gross.

They say dogs live 12 years.

It's a lie. They live two hundred.

So you two separated because of the hair on the couch.

That's exactly right.

I know everything.

I know you put your dog up to it.

I have witnesses.

Isn't it a bit late to bother the neighbors?

But why? I can't figure it out. I need to understand.

You show business people work odd hours.

Parties, sleeping in...

You have a blast. But I lead an ordered life.

It's rude to come here with your fantasies at this hour.

Good night.

Son of a bitch!

I just don't get it.

What the hell did we do to him?

You had a huge party last summer.

He complained three times. He's hated us ever since.

Nothing goes right. Everything sucks.

Don't worry, Mom.

- The neighbor, that jerk Ormechea... - Yeah.

He is a jerk.

But he's right, you never talk to me about Dad.

- Just what I needed. - Forget it.

Why bring that up now?

Forget it.

I'm going out.

- Now? With who? - Nerea.

I'm still upset. You could stay and be nice to me.

What do you want me to say?

Anything.

- Something to console me. - Don't start.

Call a friend and vent.

And the jerk says, "You think Maria Fernanda is a soap?"

What bullshit.

You put your foot in it. You called his series a soap?

It is a soap. Then he had to mention

the toothpaste.

- I don't understand. - What?

Why do you go to so many auditions?

So they pick me.

They never do.

He's right. Playing the clown is depressing.

I'm not playing the clown. It's my profession.

No, it's not, thank God.

If we had to live off that, we'd be in trouble.

- Lucky your dad left things tied up. - Okay, Mom.

Nicolas always supported me.

I know. All I'm saying is he left you taken care of.

And just as well.

I can't remember the last part you got.

'Technical Clus" last year.

- What's that? - The series, Mom.

You know exactly what it is.

How awful.

The series.

You two are unbearable.

Mr. Garmendia, what a surprise.

Murderer.

You poisoned him, right?

You fed him rat poison.

What are you saying?

I'll get you back. You're a bitch and a murderer.

Fucking bitch!

Tell me you didn't kill the neighbor's dog.

Why would he kill the neighbor's dog?

I'm talking to him, Mom.

Please, tell me you didn't whack the dog.

Answer me, Jon.

Fine, I did, so what?

You hated that dog.

Are you crazy?

- How could you? - Let him explain.

Explain? Explain what?

He killed the neighbor's dog!

Who cares? The neighbor's a jerk.

Jon, for God's sake.

It's not like I killed the neighbor. It was a fucking dog.

I think I'm going to the police.

Don't be silly.

- It's the least I can do. - You want your son arrested?

He should have thought of that before.

The neighbor can't prove anything.

How do you know?

Jon is smart. I'm sure he did a clean job.

Do you throw the coffee grinds in the trash or the sink?

- I can't believe what I'm hearing. - What?

You think it's funny?

He killed a dog in cold blood.

- He's a monster. - He's young, he'll get over it.

What if Garmendia wants revenge?

He might try to hurt him.

I think Jon should stay with Max for a while.

That man is completely insane.

He's not insane, he's strict.

And serious.

He'd know exactly how to handle him.

Dirty laundry stays in the family. And Max left this family

- a long time ago. - He's my father.

Why are you smoking?

Forget Max. We don't need him.

How was the flight?

Fine.

But they wouldn't even give me a measly Coca-Cola. Cheapskates.

- How do you turn on the AC? - I never do.

It dries your tonsils.

It's too hot.

Open the window.

Can we put on some music?

The radio's broken.

Where's Sunny?

Your dog.

You want to kill her too?

You're too late. She died.

TONI FAGGOT

- I remembered this place bigger. - You're the one who's grown.

But I'm glad you think it's small.

You'll have to clean the garden, shed and swimming pool every day.

The bedroom is upstairs, remember?

- Where's the TV? - There isn't one.

There used to be.

It broke a couple years ago and I threw it out.

Damn!

- What do we do without aTV? - Plenty of things.

No air conditioning either.

No, but don't worry. It's cool at night.

Come upstairs.

Why did you kill the neighbor's dog?

- Do we have to talk about it? - Yes.

Because he was a jerk. He made my mom suffer.

You think that's a reason?

Yeah. For me it is.

She's probably going to report you.

You don't care?

Yes, I do.

There's nothing I can do. If that's what she wants...

She has a right to.

Your mom said you quit the team.

You were good.

Sometimes.

Most of the time I was bored stiff.

What sport do you play now?

Can I order a beer?

No.

Thanks.

What the hell?

Damn...

They broke in like it was open. And your cell was turned off.

Shit, they stole everything.

- What? - Everything.

My Mac, PSP, Gameboy... Money, cell, everything.

Convince your grandfather to get an alarm.

Detective Aledo.

- You've met. - Can you get us aTV?

Jon, please.

I bet they've got plenty in stock.

Shit.

What do I do now? With nothing to do.

No TV, no cell...

Bring a list of everything missing to the station tomorrow.

I might as well shoot myself.

He sure has grown.

He's nothing like you.

Is that good or bad?

You tell me.

Go to bed. It's been a long day.

Long?

It was eternal.

I'm not sleepy, but I'll probably bore myself to sleep.

Listen, Jon...

- Don't tell your mom about this. - I won't, I'm not stupid.

Get some rest.

Hey, pal.

I've been waiting over half an hour.

Like you're going to rush me...

I have to buy steaks for lunch.

Just give me the fine. I'll pay double and go home.

You shouldn't have peed in the park.

It wasn't in the park, I told you a hundred times.

It was the statue of an old man at the park entrance.

Well, the old man is from here.

So we can't pee on his statue?

And because he's a famous writer.

So I peed on a statue of a local idol.

I should have taken a crap on him!

- What are you looking at? - And you?

Max.

Let's go.

Here.

So your mom won't say you don't have a phone.

It doesn't have internet.

No, but it's enough to talk on.

I bet Aledo will get me something better.

I tricked her and she had no idea.

The list of stolen objects.

I don't have an iPhone, or DVD player, or digital camera.

I made it up.

- Get out. - What for?

- Go back in there and tell her. - What does she care?

It's so the insurance pays us more. Everybody does it.

Get out.

I don't know what to do with him.

Send him home with a kick in the ass.

It's no big deal. He's 14, what do you want?

For him to behave himself.

No, you want a monk. That's different.

No, I want him to quit busting my balls.

To stop causing trouble when I tell him what to do.

It doesn't work.

All I did was turn on the webcam.

It worked before. Sure you didn't download

any weird files?

No. You look like a nice boy.

He can use that other one.

Who are you going to talk to?

Elsa.

Never ask the customers who they're going to talk to.

Get that into your head.

Jon.

- This is Toni, your new tutor. - You're joking, right?

- You can forget about tutoring me. - Why?

- I'm older than you. - No, we're both 14.

- What month were you born? - November.

I was born in May, smart guy.

I'll leave the chair in the bedroom.

You didn't ask me.

You got me a tutor without asking.

Oh, I didn't ask you.

Get your ass moving.

What should we start with?

Grammar, Math, Social Studies...

You're a chump.

Grandpa bought me a crappy cell with no internet.

I like seeing how you look.

Yeah, but I'm not coming here every day just for that.

- How's your new tutor? - Jesus, Mom.

He's my age and he's shorter than me.

You'd better study hard. No more failing classes.

Alittle ripe to be your girlfriend.

Let me talk to my mom.

How cute!

Talking to his mommy.

- Hi, Mommy! - Who's that?

- Did he call me ripe? - He called you old.

My name's Nelson Antonio Gascon Garcia, ma'am.

A friend of yours? He looks awful.

Yes, ma'am. No one calls me handsome.

- But you're a rocket. - Shut up, asshole.

- Jon, listen... - Mom, I'll call you back.

You're the one from the police station.

- You're the one who peed. - Nelson.

- Don't cause any trouble. - Why were you there?

Because.

I talk to my mom too sometimes.

And I pee on statues too sometimes.

But lay off my mom or I'll light you up.

We're cool.

- Where's your dad? - He went out.

Good.

- Meet me at the Lorena. - You're always late.

"You're always late."

See you later.

Hi.

- What do I owe you for? - Number 9?

1.75.

How do you know them?

- Who? - Those kids you were with.

We just met.

I'd rather you stay away from them.

- Why? - Because they're delinquents.

How do you know?

Can you just obey me for once?

For a change.

For God's sake.

You're 14 years old, kid.

I hate running. What's the fucking point?

You need to get in shape.

In Mostar we ran 15 kilometers every day.

Yeah, but I'm not going to war.

Exactly 15. 50 laps around the camp.

How boring!

We couldn't leave the protected area.

Around and around and around... until we did 50.

Like a top.

- We could at least run on the beach. - No.

I'm used to this route.

From my house to the intersection and back. Exactly six kilometers.

You can't run exactly six kilometers on the beach?

It's not the same.

Yeah, the beach is cool. This road sucks.

I see you don't understand what it means to have a routine.

What I don't understand is why you quit the army.

You had a fucking blast there. Around and around...

Last one to the intersection does the dishes.

Damn...

CALL ME, I'M OUT OF CREDITS ELSAFROM THE CALLCENTER

CALL ME, I'M OUT OF CREDITS ELSAFROM THE CALLCENTER

Give me a second.

Wait for me out here.

I'll finish up and get my sandwich.

I made a deal with my dad.

I didn't want to go to school.

He said fine but that I had to help afternoons at the call center

and find a morning job.

- I got kicked out of school. - Seriously?

So here we are.

Two disasters eating a sandwich. You want some?

It's good.

- You didn't like school? - No.

I was crazy about it.

I had fun with the people, I liked my teachers...

The stairs in the lobby were beautiful.

A spiral staircase. And the bathroom super clean.

It had the latest modern hand dryer.

I loved it.

But I have no memory.

I'm no good at studying.

I read a sentence and forget it. I'm like a fish.

At least you can wash hair, that's something.

Yeah.

But look. Hold my sandwich.

Eat more if you want. Look at my hands.

What?

Touch them.

They're gross.

From the shampoo.

No man will ever love me with these hands.

You're with Nelson.

Nelson?

Nelson only notices my ass and my tits.

He doesn't care about my hands.

Do you like girls' hands?

I love hands. They're what I like most about a girl.

I knew it.

You look like a kid who likes hands.

How did you get my number?

I sold your grandfather the cell and I got it working for him.

The poor man is too clumsy.

And I wrote down your number.

He's like me. He has no memory.

Are you just going to lie there?

I corrected your exercises. They were all wrong.

- Like you haven't learned anything. - Will you punish me?

You can all go fuck yourselves.

Hey, man. What's your problem?

TONI FAGGOT

So you're 'Toni faggot."

Looks like it.

- But are you a homo? - What's it to you?

I could care less.

But you obviously are.

There's more graffiti like this.

You're famous.

- Help me clean it? - No fucking way.

I'll tell your grandfather you're doing great in class.

What do you care? It's painted all over town.

Shit, we're screwed.

What's that?

I'm sorry, Max. It was there when I got here.

Don't look at me.

It wasn't there two hours ago.

- So that means it was me? - It wasn't him.

I can defend myself.

There's paint in the shed. You've got half an hour.

Why me?

Just do it.

Max, I...

Fine, both of you. Move your asses.

It's not fair.

Who told you life is always fair?

Sorry.

Go fuck yourself.

Jon?

Dinner!

I'm not coming down!

Roast chicken with potatoes and peppers, the way you like it.

I'm not hungry! It's all yours!

I love coming to the flea market on Sundays.

They've got everything. Do you like them?

You don't.

I don't know why I ask. Boys don't like shopping.

It depends on what you buy. They only sell junk here.

What's wrong with junk? Besides,

it's all I can afford with my salary.

One necklace, 15 euros. Two necklaces,

twenty-five.

Not expensive, cheap. Two, twenty-five.

Thank you.

Witch.

Those necklaces aren't worth three euros.

I have to leave something for me.

It's not my merchandise.

I sell it and make a cut.

- How are you? Sleep okay? - Fine.

Get fixed up, we're going out later.

And don't touch her or I'll kick your ass.

This is my grandfather's. It was stolen the day I got here.

If he likes it,

I'll give it to you for 45 euros and throw in this knife for free.

I'm taking it. And you're lucky I don't see my PSP here.

Hey!

I have to answer for that.

That's your problem, asshole.

- You can have it if I don't sell it. - What if you do?

Then we'll split the money and you can buy him something.

Don't be a jack ass. It has sentimental value.

He won't understand that.

Sentimental value?

- What a homo. I'm gonna cry. - Up yours.

Watch it. You're gonna piss me off.

Damn, kid!

You've got balls as big as mine!

Max!

You'll never guess what I've got in here.

Give me a hint.

The army.

What's that?

Nothing. You wanna know what I brought you?

Yeah, and who you fought with.

Ta-da!

You fought to get it back?

Damn, it's your medal. It wasn't free.

Come inside. We need to treat that.

I got it for saving the lives of several Bosnian families.

- Where was that? - Near Mostar.

We were peacekeeping in an area where people were killing each other

and we weren't allowed to intervene.

Why even go then?

To help, but without entering the conflict. It wasn't our war.

One morning right next to our camp

the Croatians attacked a Muslim village.

And I gave the order to intervene.

- But you couldn't. - No, I couldn't, but I did.

We saved women, children and men too.

Five families whose days were numbered.

That's why they gave me the medal.

But there were other massacres before that attack.

There, right under my nose.

I watched and did nothing to stop them.

That's why that medal is a joke.

Do you regret being in the army?

Okay, you're all set.

Thanks.

Damn!

Evening, Grandpa.

Um...

Max.

I always forget you don't want me to call you Grandpa.

Max doesn't sound so great.

What?

Nothing to say?

Not going to chew me out?

I'm going to bed.

Get a clue, Max. It's normal for him to screw up sometimes.

It's normal for him to protest.

And it's normal he'd rather go out than stay home with you.

And it's normal he prefers running on the beach to your damn highway.

You're going to wear it out.

You're the weird one and you don't see it.

I hear you're really good.

I was better before my hernia.

What's that?

A hernia. You get it from lifting too much weight.

Were you a mover?

- Do I look like a mover? - You don't look like an engineer.

Asshole.

I helped my dad with my Aunt Emilia's furniture.

She was dirt poor,

but she had a huge locker.

Damn thing fucked me up. Ahernia in my groin.

So I'm saving myself.

I can't risk it playing with those dopes on the beach.

That day I swore I'd never go to Aunt Emilia's funeral.

- And you didn't? - She died three days later.

No shit.

My dad wanted me to carry the casket.

I said no fucking way. I won't kill myself, you go ahead.

He was pissed off. Didn't talk to me for months.

I was gonna be a star.

I was playing on the Guayaquil Junior Team.

They called me the Ecuadorian Maradona.

Guayaquil?

It's a famous team, dummy.

But I got the hernia.

Then I came to Spain with my folks.

My dad's still moving furniture, so coming here made no difference.

- Well, he probably makes more here. - He doesn't make squat.

Doing bullshit jobs. One of these days he'll croak.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Me?

Nothing. You?

Nothing.

There's a 7-player tournament in Orihuela next week.

- You can play if you want. - 7 players?

No cleats.

I can steal some for you.

Fuck that! You're a fucking crook.

You suck!

Not those.

Not those either.

Even worse.

The white ones look like golf shoes.

How much?

I can't believe it, you called me!

- You did something to your hair. - No.

You look different.

You haven't seen me in a while. You've forgotten me.

- How is everyone? - We miss you. It's no fun

without you. When will you be back?

I don't know, not for a while.

- Hooked up with any girls? - There aren't any girls here.

There are girls everywhere.

- And you never call me. - You're right.

I'm a fucking disaster.

- Wanna see my tits? - No, that's okay.

Okay. But something's wrong.

Yeah, my grandpa thinks this is a fucking boot camp.

- I gotta go or I'll get in trouble. - Okay.

- Will you think about me? - Yes.

But you definitely did something to your hair.

No, it's just longer. Call me.

Bye.

- How much is it? - 2.50.

She's pretty.

Your girlfriend. She's pretty.

- She's not my girlfriend. - I think she is.

Charge me, I'm in a hurry.

Don't act so cool, I have Nelson for that.

Your boyfriend, by the way.

Does that matter to you?

Will you stop already?

No.

Then I'm leaving. You can explain it

- to your grandfather. - Okay, here.

Keep it, now you can practice. Happy?

No. I have piano class at 9 and we're way behind.

Is your piano teacher hot?

Let's keep going.

Nobody has piano class on a Friday night.

I live nearby and I go other days too, smart guy.

Any 14-year-old who prefers piano to soccer

is a fucking freak.

That's it.

What are you doing? You're leaving?

Come on.

Fuck off, you damn freak.

What's wrong, Toni?

- No more tutoring. - What?

I'm leaving.

- It's not time yet. - Do you mind?

You just got rid of him?

- Who do you think you are? - He left on his own.

You think you can do whatever you want, huh?

Max, what are you doing?

Max, give them back. I didn't make him leave.

Give them back, Max.

No more cleats

and no more tournament.

Grandma's right, you're a pig.

Listen to this, you'll flip. My dad has an interview on Monday.

- He's been unemployed two years. - Almost three.

That's not unemployed, that's fucking lazy.

Call my dad lazy and I'll sew your mouth shut.

Take it easy.

What's the job?

Olive filler.

Watch it.

I'll smack you.

- I'm serious. - Knock it off.

Take it easy, I was joking.

Find someone else for the tournament.

No way. What happened?

It's that asshole Toni's fault.

He got me in trouble.

That piano-playing schmuck.

Watch me play piano!

Where is that cocksucker now?

- At his piano class. - I'm asking you where.

Near his house, down the boardwalk.

Let's go.

- Stay here. - What are you gonna do?

Nelson, please.

What's your problem?

That homo screws you and you just sit there?

I don't want any trouble.

We're just gonna have a little fun.

Come on, chicken.

Coming or not?

Don't go.

Listen to me.

Jon, I've called you a hundred times...

Good evening. Are you related to Jon Aguirre?

Please, Miss.

They're operating on my grandson. Ahead injury, that's all I know.

Who's your grandson? The one from the fight?

There was a fight?

You'll have to wait.

Miss, please. They said it's serious.

I can't say anything. Wait for the doctor.

Get out of here right now.

Good morning, I'm Doctor Requena.

We can't assess the brain damage until he's out of the coma.

The surgery drained part of the brain hemorrhage.

We're hoping the rest will take care of itself.

Who did this to my son?

The police were here.

They took his fingerprints

and said to call them when he wakes up.

Why?

Just routine.

I'll keep you posted.

They think Jon killed the other kid?

They just want to talk to him.

It's normal. To tell them what happened.

What's he going to tell them? They almost killed him.

I don't think he's capable of something like this.

How would you know?

You don't know him.

Of course I don't.

Three years without visiting me. He was a boy last time.

Here we go.

You really think you have a right to reproach anyone?

He's still a boy.

Excuse me. These are your son's things.

Thank you.

What is this?

It's a symbol.

Typical teenage bullshit. If you want to be my friend,

tattoo this on your ass to prove you have balls.

- What about this knife? - I've never seen it before.

It has Jon's prints.

And somebody else's.

But not the dead kid's or his other friends'.

Have you questioned them?

They say they weren't at the beach last night.

They have an alibi?

Of course they do.

Everybody does.

They were jerking off at home. Who can prove the contrary?

Their parents.

Their parents are even more scared than they are. They won't talk.

But I think they're lying. They were at the beach.

The footprints show there were 5 people

- in the fight. - Who's the fifth?

I don't know yet.

No one saw it?

That's impossible. It wasn't that late.

Wait until he's out of the coma and tells us what happened.

Ask the others, if you think they're lying.

Shit, Aledo. There are methods.

What should we do?

Beat it out of them?

Take care of your family. That's what you should be doing.

You don't know how lucky you are.

Lucky?

Yes, Max.

You're lucky to have your family close.

Will he be okay?

Who are you?

- How do you know my son? - He has to be.

I wish I could wash his hair.

Your room is upstairs.

I'll take your bags up if you want.

This is the house you couldn't imagine me in?

I don't understand.

- There's nothing special about it. - Kati, please, collaborate a little.

That's the sofa you couldn't imagine me sitting on.

And the kitchen you couldn't conceive me making tea in.

- Here. - Don't touch me.

Kati, please.

I might not be able to stay here.

We already discussed this. You want to go to a hotel?

I want to understand why

you bought this house for the two of us,

then suddenly decided there was no room for me.

We're not going to discuss that right now.

No, of course not. I know I should have asked three years ago, but...

I was speechless.

Paralyzed.

Unable to comprehend why you did this to me

after 40 years of marriage.

So maybe an explanation isn't too much to ask.

- You don't want an explanation. - Of course I do.

No.

What you want is another fight.

And for this to matter more

than your grandson being in a coma or your daughter being devastated.

Kati, stop thinking about yourself for once in your life.

Aman left you three years ago, period.

Give me that.

Thanks.

You look just like your father.

I'm Detective Aledo.

You wouldn't question me at this hour...

No.

I'm a friend of Max's.

I doubt my father has ever had a friend.

People don't interest him.

And he's never mentioned you.

I only wanted to see how Jon's doing.

The same.

In a coma.

Anything else?

There isn't much more I can say.

Have they let you in to see him?

Half an hour in the morning and in the evening.

When you visit him tomorrow, talk to him.

No one can be sure he can't hear you.

We need to believe in these things to stay strong.

Have you got kids?

Yes. Ason.

He's Jon's age.

A difficult time.

What's your son like?

Why do you care?

I only know what Max has told me.

But nobody knows a child better than his own mother.

He's a special kid.

Very tender, very affectionate.

But also very independent and needs his space.

He hates the nonsense people come up with.

He hates injustice.

He hates sadness and boredom.

He's full of life.

He has a bad temper sometimes.

And sometimes I drive him crazy, but I guess that's normal.

And he likes girls a lot.

He likes riding his bike.

He's not a delinquent.

And he's not a murderer.

What's yours like?

I don't know.

I don't know what my son is like.

You should go home and rest.

Don't stay here.

What's my father like?

I lied before. He has mentioned you a couple times.

What's he like?

Who knows?

First you'd have to dig through all the layers around him.

Your father is an honest man in a shitty world.

Ever faithful to his beliefs...

Incapable of talking about his feelings...

But what he doesn't know is they're written on his face.

You can see right through him.

Because you know how.

Anyone can.

Not anyone.

I can't.

I already told them.

They haven't been in here for days.

Thanks.

Max.

Try the flea market.

Moving him means he's better, right?

I'm sorry, I can't say.

The doctor will visit him later.

- How much are those binoculars? - 70 euros.

Not bad.

- Where did you get them? - I can go down to 65.

Did that kid who got stabbed work here?

I'll give them to you for 50 euros.

Did that kid work here or not?

If you're not buying anything, leave me alone.

He was Ecuadorian. Tell me who did it or I'll break your arm.

Let me go or I'll cut off your balls!

I know you were on the beach. Who else was there?

Let me go, asshole! I told the police!

Answer me! Who else was there?

Take the binoculars! Just let me go!

Someone else was there! There were five of you!

Let me go!

Never touch me again!

Fucking old fogey!

You're right, it's true.

I never talk to you about your dad.

I should tell you things about his life.

About his job.

About how he skipped meetings to make it home for your bath.

And about the stories he told you.

God, he was so bad at telling stories.

He was hopeless.

But you loved them

because he made up voices and they were about weird places.

I used to laugh at him.

The actress in me came out

and I told him there was nothing theatrical about his stories.

He thought it was hilarious.

Theatrical children's stories.

Damn it, I was so stupid.

Nicolas was a good man.

He loved us.

And he loved cars.

He was one of those men who spend their Sundays

washing them inside and out, outside and in,

over and over again.

It was crazy.

I'll never forget his first day with the Mercedes.

You ruined it.

You threw up on the upholstery.

You don't remember, you were barely 5 years old.

He pulled the car over

and started taking bottles out of a case.

I never imagined there were so many cleaning products.

He spent over half an hour rubbing, brushing...

Wiping your vomit clean.

And when he was finally done and we got back in the car, splat!

You threw up again.

I think he was sorry he'd had you that day.

No, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

What I'm trying to say...

is...

your father changed.

At first he was fussy about trivial stuff.

The car had to be clean,

all the doors at home had to be locked,

nobody could touch the things on his work desk...

I don't know why, but it got so bad that he stopped living.

And so did I.

Suddenly he'd get better, and then...

it would start again.

At one point he went three straight nights

without sleeping still for a second.

He just lied there

staring at the bedroom door

like he was expecting a ghost to walk in.

I can't talk about your dad's life without talking about his death.

Because I've been trapped in the day he died ever since.

I can't get out of that day.

There are no other days.

There's his death and before.

Nothing.

He didn't die of a heart attack.

I lied to you, son.

I've been lying all along.

I thought it was better that way

or maybe I was too scared to tell you the truth.

He left me a note...

and I'll never forget what it said.

He never said anything, but I know he knew.

He knew that I'd been seeing another man for months.

I didn't even like him that much, but I don't know...

With your dad I felt smothered.

I didn't know how to help him.

I didn't help him, I looked the other way.

And suddenly one day I lost him forever.

And I wanted to die too.

I was sad, I was scared...

and I felt guilty.

But you gave me a reason to keep living.

And you're still what keeps me alive.

So you have to pull through, my boy.

Otherwise I'll run out of excuses.

Don't die, son.

Please don't die.

- How are you, Toni? - Fine.

Jon's in the hospital. There was a fight

and an Ecuadorian kid died.

Will he be okay?

I don't know.

I want to talk to you.

- Get in, I'll take you home. - I have piano class.

Where?

At the end of the boardwalk.

Get in, I'll take you.

You and Jon argued that night, remember?

You left saying you were quitting.

What happened, Toni?

Nothing.

Was Jon okay? Was he worried about anything?

I don't know.

He didn't want me to tutor him.

Did he mention any Ecuadorian kids?

Are you okay?

I was in my piano class with Irina.

I don't know anything.

I have to go.

I only wanted to see if you could help.

Margo?

Follow my finger.

Raise your right arm.

Now raise your left arm.

Very good.

Do you feel this?

Do you know where you are?

No.

What's your name?

Jon.

Very good, Jon. What's your mother's name?

My mom's name is Margarita.

But everyone calls her Margo.

My grandfather's name is Max.

He doesn't like being called Grandpa.

Hi, Grandpa.

Do you remember me?

I'm the cop who told your grandpa to install an alarm.

Tell me what happened on the beach.

On the beach?

I don't know.

Who hit you in the head?

I saw kids playing soccer.

I went swimming.

- The water was nice. - That night, the fight,

the knife...

It wasn't at night.

- I don't remember any fight. - Try, Jon.

Mom?

I'm here.

What's the matter?

- I don't remember anything. - It's okay.

I'll get the doctor. Ma'am.

Let the kid get some rest. Come back later.

What's wrong with me?

Everything will be fine. You're going to get better.

Search your memory. What's the last thing you remember?

That's enough.

You see he doesn't know.

Take care, Jon.

The laundry.

My grandfather hanging the laundry.

That's the last thing I remember.

He doesn't remember the fight. What do you think?

- Nothing? - Amnesia.

Partial.

Amnesia? Just what we needed.

Tell me if his condition changes.

Aledo, wait.

It wasn't him. And I want to help you prove it.

If you really want to help, talk to him.

Maybe he'll get his memory back.

- You doubt what he says? - I doubt everything.

It goes with the job.

It's also your job to presume he's innocent.

Back off, Max. I only slept 3 hours.

Separating your personal life from your work

should also be your job.

That's a low blow.

You're assuming it was him because his prints are on the knife.

So I'm mad at the world and I'm taking it out on your grandson.

That's not what I meant.

Don't worry, I got what was coming to me.

I'm sorry, Aledo.

You can stick your gibes up your ass.

Good afternoon.

I have a question for you.

It was right there.

By the steps.

But we know nothing about the fight. We'd already closed.

I'm looking for a woman.

I don't know what she looks like. Her name's Irina.

- She's a piano teacher. - The one in the window.

You know her?

You want a pianist, right?

I'll give you one.

We hear piano music at night, coming from a window

in that building.

My name is Max.

- I need to talk to you. - What about?

The fight on the beach. Your student was there.

I have many students.

Toni Castro.

Did you see what happened?

I was teaching Toni that night. He's very good, you know.

Toni told me he was at the fight.

I don't believe you.

He did.

- And I know you're lying. - Go away.

I won't back down. Tell me the truth or I'll go to the police

and tell them everything I know.

You can either tell me or tell the police.

I already talked to the police.

I told them what I saw from the window.

The fight was after his class.

He came back up here after.

Trembling and nervous.

Crying like a baby.

I promised I'd keep quiet and took him home.

Look closely at this boy.

Tell me if he's the one who stabbed the kid.

That's all I ask.

I won't answer. Who am I to ruin someone's life?

Please.

He's my grandson.

I need to know.

Yes, it was him.

- You again? - Yes.

Please don't hang up.

I told you I don't want to talk to you. Stop calling, damn it.

- Who is it? - It's her again.

- Don't hang up. - Goodbye.

What are you doing here?

It was Jon.

Dry off, you'll catch a cold.

Are you listening?

It was him.

Awitness saw the whole thing, a piano teacher.

And I know who the fifth kid was. Toni Castro.

And she says it was your grandson.

Do me a favor, Max. Go home.

- Why aren't you listening? - Why do you want to ruin his life?

To punish yourself for not keeping him in line or to punish him

- for getting into trouble? - I only want the truth to be known.

Oh, it's a question of honor then.

So what if it is?

- Have you got a problem with honor? - Yes.

I hate it.

- At least your concept of it. - You hate it.

Yes, I do. To hell with honor, live your life for once.

Ask me out to dinner, I know you're dying to.

Oh, right. You can't go out with someone 20 years younger...

who didn't want to keep her son when she separated.

But you like me. Then suck it up and come get me.

But no.

- You would never. - What the hell is your problem?

You think it's easy for me

to tell you my grandson killed that kid?

You know what you should be doing?

Keeping quiet and defending him like anyone else.

I'm not like that. I never lie.

You're dead on the inside.

And you're going to end up alone.

I don't know you.

I never want to see you again.

WELCOME

Notice anything different?

- Apart from the cheesy decor? - I wanted to, don't be mad.

Damn, the TV.

You like it?

He's speechless. He loves it.

He's thinking he's got you in his pocket. Right, Jon?

Ask for anything. These two will spoil you rotten.

There is something.

What, son?

I want more tutoring.

You remember the tutoring?

Yes. I remember I liked it.

- What was that kid's name? - Toni.

Toni, then. I want to see Toni.

NEW MESSAGE - NEREA

GET WELLSOON

You have a visitor.

Hi.

I'll leave you.

Shut the door.

- Are they worried? - They think you're out of your mind.

- For wanting to get tutored. - And your books?

Why did you call me?

Because I'm sick of my mom and grandparents.

They treat me like I'll break.

I need to talk to someone normal.

We can go for a walk and I'll push you down the stairs.

Great.

Does this beach look familiar?

- Sure this is the place? - I'm not sure.

What, are you gonna chicken out?

You hear that?

He's playing.

Is that him?

How should I know?

It's him. It sounds like a homo playing piano.

He stopped.

Hey. You finally showed.

How was your piano class?

Are you deaf? I said how was your class.

Fine. Let go, you're hurting me.

What did you play? Surprise me.

Asonatina by Chopin.

Asonatina!

You hear that?

Only a faggot would play a sonatina.

How does it go?

Are you stupid and a homo? Answer me!

No answer?

Now you're gonna sing it on the beach.

- Leave me alone. - You're a fucking snitch

and Jon's my friend.

You brought this on yourself, so spare me your tears.

Sing the fucking sonatina!

Or would you rather take it in the ass?

Take your pick.

What, you can't make up your mind?

Then both, you homo.

Sing, sing, sing!

Sing!

Sing, damn it, sing!

Let him go.

Beat it, Nelson.

Beat it?

Let him go.

How about that!

Whose side are you on?

- Maybe you're a homo too. - He's a fucking coward.

Leave, Toni.

Stay out of this.

Let him go.

Let him go?

What's your problem?

You like my girlfriend and I do nothing!

I'm here defending you and you chicken out!

Look what you did.

Look!

My friend's hurt and it's your fault.

You're in for it now, faggot!

You like it?

You like it?

That's enough!

Shut up or you're next!

You like it?

You like it?

Dude.

- He's bleeding. - Come on.

- He's bleeding a lot. - Come on, let's go.

I told Nelson where you would be.

You're a bastard.

Look who's talking. You didn't say a word.

I'm scared.

Sure, let someone else take the fall.

At least I'm not faking amnesia.

Even worse. You remember everything and not a peep.

It's a tie.

- We're both jerks. - Yeah, two jerks.

And one's a homo.

Save it.

I take it back.

If you keep quiet, they'll come after you. It's your knife.

Yeah, but your prints are on it.

If neither of us talks, we're safe.

Why are you protecting me?

I don't know. I think my dad would want me to.

Your dad?

He died five years ago.

He was cool.

But he killed himself.

My mom thinks I don't know, but I have for a while.

My mom died of cancer three years ago.

Do you think about what she'd say when you do stuff?

No.

I do.

Maybe homos are different.

Hi, Toni.

I've been expecting you.

Lucky you showed up, because I was through waiting.

Have a seat.

You know everything, right?

Well, not even God knows everything.

But I have a knife with prints

and 14 sheets of piano music.

They were on the boardwalk.

And I talked to Irina.

Are you as good as she says?

She exaggerates.

She accused Jon of stabbing the kid.

It was me, you already know that.

Your teacher protected you, like one of her own.

She obviously cares very much about you.

What did she tell you?

The truth, Toni.

The same as you're going to tell me now.

I'd rather take your statement with a lawyer present.

You're going to need one.

You killed someone

and that always brings serious consequences.

But I don't have a lawyer.

Go on, call your dad.

You're 14 years old. Jesus, you're one of a kind.

Dad?

It's Toni.

He was a show-off.

But even so, dying so young...

I don't know.

My dad says show-offs live for 80 years.

But he was wrong about this one.

Your dad sounds like a philosopher.

Anyway, he's my dad.

Thanks for coming with me.

What a way to spend your birthday.

He was crazy.

But I liked him.

- You're leaving tomorrow? - Yeah.

You're both abandoning me. What a couple of jerks.

- We can talk on a webcam. - They're all broken.

Then we won't talk. But we'll have a cool memory.

Not me. I have no memory.

I have to live in the here and now

because I forget everything.

Everyone has a memory.

I want to give you my birthday present.

Can you guess what it is?

Actually,

I was going to have sex with you.

But I like this better.

Am I weird?

No.

This is cooler. But you'll ruin your hands.

I know. But I don't care.

Men never notice a girl's hands.

I think that's everything.

Need a sweater for the plane?

No. Did you pack the cell phone charger?

It was over there.

Cell phone charger, all set.

Grandpa's in the car. He hates waiting.

It's your grandma. She can't stand being alone with him.

Then let's go.

Pass me my crutches.

Jon, when you were in the hospital, I talked to you.

When I was in a coma?

Did you realize?

- Like some sort of freak? - Yeah.

I hope nobody saw you.

- I told you stuff about your dad. - I was in a coma, Mom.

I know.

- Could you hear me? - No.

But you can tell me again. I can hear now.

Tell me.

I'm going to, but at home.

- Under one condition. - What?

That you stop growing up so fast.

Fifteen is too old for you?

Way too old.

Jesus, you're nuts.

I just want you to need me.

I do need you.

To open the door.

- Did I take good care of you? - Yeah.

Now that we have aTV, I hope you'll come visit.

- Sure. - Every now and then.

Jon.

We have to board.

Goodbye, Dad.

We'll call you.

Thanks.

Have they left?

Well, now you're alone again, just the way you like it.

Why are you here?

I miss you.

How about dinner tonight?

If I say no to you now...

Nine o'clock?

Sharp. I'll pick you up.

Already leaving?

Stick around.

I hate the beach.

It's not so bad.

- The breeze is nice. - I hate the breeze too.

Nine o'clock.

- You hate nine o'clock too? - No.

Nine o'clock is perfect.

Then that's that.

TO MY FATHER