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PIOLA A WORD USED IN CHILEAN YOUTH SLANG,

THAT REFERS TO A SITUATION OR A PERSON WHO IS VERY QUIET OR CALM.

SO MUCH THAT IT CAN PASS UNNOTICED.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Gonzalez.

We're ready for your presentation.

Ok, but Charly is doing the beatbox.

-And what is that? -It's like the beat of the song.

-Are you going to sing? -I'm not gonna sing, I'm gonna rap.

-It's not the same. -Quiet!

Let's listen to your classmate.

Come on, let's go, Charly.

The stage is yours.

Just hit it.

These streets aren’t pretty, like Neruda said,

I'll tell you, the streets are getting rougher,

Dark corners, drugs, and madness,

Niko's graffiti welcomes you to Quilicura,

I'm flying through this grey cloud,

The people in this city don't know how to be happy,

Screaming and fighting all the time,

Noise and car horns are the soundtrack,

Ugly-ass publicity in the streets,

And the poor die in their own backyard,

How ironic, first drought, then floods,

Water runs through the streets, no love among the people,

It's painful what we have to go through,

We get high to get away from it all,

I can't be happy with this black smoke.

Spewing out of the smokestack, fucking up the view,

I express myself through my music,

And I got so much shit built up inside me that sometimes I explode,

But when I rap, nothing can stop me,

And I'll say it to your face,

Motherfucker!

Leave the classroom immediately.

But ma'am…

-Me too? -You too.

But I was just beatboxing!

Get out of the classroom!

Fuck me!

Take it easy brother.

You, come with me. You, go back inside.

Let's go.

Martin Gonzalez student record.

March 22, student caught tagging the classroom.

September 25, student calls a classmate "a stupid asshole".

And the list goes on and on.

Six, ten, twelve reports.

But nothing serious, sir.

What do you want to do when you finish school, Martin?

You're not a bad kid.

You just seem a little...

-How can I say? A little lost. -No.

What do you mean, "no"?

I mean that...

Just that you're right, sir.

Mr. Principal.

This is not a prison, We're not your enemies.

You want to come here wearing earrings and your pants below the waist? Do it.

We won't bother you for that here.

We only want you to show some respect and comply with the school's policies.

And you? Aren't you supposed to be in school?

I got out early.

Good, then you can help me.

I have to move some boxes to the new apartment. Let's go.

Can I help you later? I'm busy now.

Martin, you got to help out a little, man.

Yeah, I know.

How about tomorrow?

Tomorrow we're moving out.

And you haven't packed any of your stuff at all!

-Come on, let's go. -Okay, I'm going.

-I mean now! -Yes, okay, I heard you!

-I'm leaving in five minutes! -Okay!

And open the window to get some fresh air in here.

MARTIN FINDS A GUN

You really want to make a living as a musician?

Yes.

But you do realize that nobody in this country makes a living as an artist?

Especially with music.

You know that, right?

I'm not sure about that.

Why don't you get a job this summer?

So that you can help out the family.

Stop fucking around, Martin. Stop that.

So, which one is my room?

The one down the hall.

And Nati's room?

The same room.

What do you mean, "the same room"?

The same room.

Your mother and I will share one room,

and you and your sister will share the other one.

You've got to be kidding me.

No, I'm serious.

What the hell...

What about my computer?

And my things? My music studio?

I don't know, Martin, I guess you'll have to set it up here in the living room.

Or put all that stuff in storage until you get your own place. I don't know.

Look, Martin, I know this isn't easy.

But we need to be flexible.

Until things get better.

It is what it is.

The dynamic duo.

-What's up guys? -How's it going?

Hey, today is Javiera's party.

But we should prepare for the radio show.

What are you going to do on the radio?

Promoting our show, bro.

-Hanging out and playing some tracks. -Can I come?

Why? To talk about how you don't do shit all day.

That's cold, man.

No, really. You should come, Gigio. We need all the support we can get.

-Is this your first interview, bro? -Yeah, man, the first one. I'm excited.

Yeah, but you need to speak clearly, man.

I can speak well if I want to.

If I need to be serious, I can be serious.

Get out of here!

The only time I saw this guy serious was when Tami told him she was pregnant.

That's cold, Gigio! Can I play a tune?

No if it's the same one from the other day.

Why? It's a good sample, man.

-Yeah, but you played it all day! -Just let me show it to Tommy

I haven't heard it, bro.

It's a good track, but he played it like a hundred times.

-Let him play it. -He says it's good.

-Which one is it, bro? -This one.

-That sample is dope. -Tell me you don't like it now!

-We need to finish the lyrics. -Hey, I got some lyrics.

It's mostly an idea.

-Something I got in my head. -So you're a rapper now?

-Let's hear it then. -Come on, over the track.

-Come on. -Let's go, Gigio.

-Ok, let's see. -Kick it bro!

-Want a beatbox? -Do that beatbox, bro.

Okay, go.

-Okay, ready. -Come on, man!

Okay, here we go.

Come on, man, spit the damn bars.

Give me time to feel the beat, man!

-Go, just do it! -Go!

It's a...

It's a crazy ass thing

walking down the street with a broken heart,

Every time I think of you, Maca,

Damn I loved her, but she was such a slut,

Come on, guys! Don't make fun of me.

-You went too far, bro. -You really went out there, Gigio!

Still thinking about Maca?

Dude, it's just a rhyme!

You guys are a bunch of assholes.

-Come on, Gigio, don't be mad. -It's all good, man.

Are you heading over to see Maca?

Get in the car already.

There's Jean.

Yeah.

What's up, motherfuckers!

-What's up, guys? -Good man. How about you, bro?

Okay, guys, I need some money for gas.

I have some, but it's for booze.

Relax, I have some.

Dammit, Gigio, you didn't say we had to bring gas money.

What do you think this is? A cab?

Fuck yeah, you're my Uber driver.

This piece of shit of a car an Uber? No fucking way.

Ok, stop fighting, I got some money here.

My man!

Hey.

You got any chocolate?

Look, all the ones in front of you are chocolates.

I'm sorry. It's just...

I just smoked a joint and I'm baked.

Anything I can get for your friends?

I don't know, I mean, no.

Maybe, I don't know. They're not my friends.

Only one of them, that one.

Which one? The one putting the bottle in his jacket?

No, not that one.

Relax, man. I don't care.

What?

I don't care, man.

I don't care if you rob the store or blow something up.

I'm not paid enough to prevent that shit.

What's up with Hueso?

Why is he telling his life story to that guy?

Maybe he caught us. Maybe he saw us when we walked in.

Now what? Should we split?

-Yeah, let's go. -Let's go, Jean.

Fuck, man, I don't know what to say.

You got a joint?

What is he doing? Do you think he's calling the cops?

I don't think so. He saw me and didn't do shit.

Everyone saw you, Tommy.

You're gonna be in one of those shows from Discovery channel.

"Dumbest robberies of all time!"

It slipped out of my hands!

Butterfingers!

Here he comes.

Finally.

Yeah, baby!

Guys,

if you see a cop, you have to tell me right away.

My car isn't registered.

Okay, guys, let's do it quick.

Hurry up, dudes!

What, where are we going, Gigio?

Man, we already talked about it. We're going to Javiera's party.

That girl only hangs out with rich dudes.

Let's go check it out anyway.

And then we'll see if we stay, or go somewhere else.

Hey, guys, I have some spray-paint in my bag.

-Let's go tag some shit. -I'm in, bro.

Sure, let's stink of paint instead of making out with beautiful girls.

Come on, bro, just one graffiti.

Hey, guys, my boys want to party with us.

-No. -How? This isn't a minivan, man.

I'm not riding squished.

But they're helping out with our video tomorrow!

Where do you want me to put them? On the roof?

Look how big he is.

Tell them we're full. Use your head, Charly.

Start the engine! Go! Let's leave him with his friends.

See you, Charly!

Shit! Bye, Guys.

Hey, come back!

Here we are with Charly from the local rap group De la Urbe.

So tell us, Charly, how did the group come together?

We meet on the streets, I used to rap with Hueso, making tracks.

One thing led to another, and that's it. That's how De la Urbe was born.

Damn, that's a lame ass answer.

"And bang! The group was born!"

We're just rehearsing.

It's like those football players interviews.

"Well, we expected better."

It's not that easy, bro.

You get nervous when doing an interview.

What would you say, bro?

I would say that our rap group, De la Urbe, was born in 2015,

after doing several collaborations,

we decided that it was time to move forward

and express our social discontent with an album.

Get out of here! You're so full of shit.

Hey, guys, did you know we only use ten percent of our brains?

I mean, Einstein, bro.

Einstein only used ten percent.

And us, mere mortals, we don't even use five percent.

Dude, we have like millions of neurons in our brain. A lot…

And each time you make a header playing soccer, you lose a million.

Each time you drink, you lose another million.

But, bro, even if you smoke a joint every day,

or drink every day, or hit your head against the wall every day,

you wouldn't kill all the millions of neurons in your head.

Yeah, but you’re gonna run out of them eventually, Tommy.

I can see this guy when he gets old.

"Hey guys, I'm Tommy”.

No, man.

You got to keep a couple millions for the end, you know?

No, man, it's not like that.

I don't want to get old with a healthy body. You know?

I want a body that's been used.

Like a washed-up old man. You follow me, Charly?

You're bugging out, Tommy!

You don't know shit, Charly.

-"I want to have scars”. -"From my life experiences".

So, how the Chileans are treating you?

The boys or the girls?

-So you're doing fine with the girls. -I can't complain.

How old are you?

-How old do you think I am? -Twenty-five.

-That old? -That's not old.

-Nineteen. -Really?

You're just a baby. I'm twenty-six.

You look much younger.

I don't think so.

What do you do? Study? Work?

-I work on "play". -For real?

-A theater play? -I mean construction.

Of course, my mistake!

And I thought you'd be in theater, but you don't even have an actor vibe.

Obviously you couldn't be.

-Or can you, buddy? -I'm not your buddy.

Take it easy, man, I'm just fucking with you.

Ok, buddy?

You think you're all that

because you go to college and have money?

But you don't have spirit and you lack intelligence.

That's some "dark shit", man.

What did you say?

I said that's some dark shit, motherfucker!

What the fuck did you say!

Stupid Motherfuckers! Fucking Snobs!

But what did he say to you?

No, Charly, No!

He said I was his buddy. I'm not his buddy.

It's okay, Jean, don't worry about it.

You dumb motherfuckers.

How could you assholes be so fucking stupid?

It was a good party, and you had to start a fight, Jean?

They attacked me. What was I supposed to do?

We're not letting anybody hit Jean. Imagine if they hit you!

In that case, I'm not sure if I'd help out.

You think you're funny, motherfucker?

You know what?

Go fuck yourselves. Get the fuck out of the car.

-Get out! -Dude, what the fuck?

Get the fuck out now, man! Fuck off!

You assholes!

You make fun of me, then you fuck things up with my girl and my friends!

You start shit at the party! What the fuck, guys?!

Relax, man.

What the hell? Is that the police?

Relax, man, you're getting paranoid.

Fuck, guys, it's the cops!

Take it easy, Gigio, we done nothing wrong.

-I can't go to jail, man. -Shut the fuck up, man!

-They left! -We're safe, man!

Yeah!

These buds are the shit, man.

-What are they? -It's a limited edition, my man.

What's up, my nigga?

Brother, that wasn't just luck.

-It was a coincidence. -We got lucky, man.

This shit only happens once in a lifetime.

This always happens to me. Like the streetlights.

Man, it's true.

What's this about the streetlights, Martin?

-You don't know? -No.

This guy can turn off streetlights.

-Really? -Is it true?

Yeah, when I'm like going through some shit, you know.

What? You just stand under it and it turns off?

Man, I don't know. It's really mystical you know?

I stand under a lamppost, and it turns off. I don't know why.

-You mean like magic? -Black magic!

-Cunt! -It's all good, brother.

I don't know why or how,

but when I stand under it, it just shuts off.

That shit happens to me too. It's because these streetlights are shitty.

But it always happens to me.

Okay, let's see, Martin. Go stand under that light and turn it off.

-Yeah, go on. -Alright.

This guy thinks he's from the Marvel universe!

Wait for it.

-Fucking liar! -You're full of shit.

Wait, man.

It works almost every time.

Hey, guys, let's go up the hill.

Are you crazy? It's freezing cold.

It's cold, man.

Come on, let's do it anyway. Cold and all.

But it's freezing, man.

Fuck the cold, let's go!

This guy's gonna throw up, man.

Tommy?

Hey, Tommy, want to go up the hill?

That's an ugly ass city.

I like it.

You see that factory over there?

I'm gonna work there.

And my brother too.

I wish we didn't have to work, ever.

I wish we could live off our music.

You really think you can make a living rapping?

Nobody's buying albums anymore.

But you can still play gigs.

But rappers don't go to concerts, even if it's free.

You'd still have to try, though.

Man, you're all gonna end up working somewhere you hate.

-Look who's talking! Fucking bum. -My lungs aren't for sale, man.

Not like you, flipping burgers for the man.

Fucking SpongeBob.

At least I'm providing for my family and my son.

Unlike you, you fucking momma's boy.

You ain't providing shit! You don't even see your son!

What the fuck did you say, Gigio?

Stop talking out of your ass, man!

Take it easy, guys.

It's because of this fucking guy.

Shut up, Gigio.

I just said it.

There's a TV here.

Fuck me!

-What the fuck! -Is that shit loaded?

What the fuck, bro?

I found it here, right over there.

We can sell that shit, or we can use it for the video.

No, man, just leave it there.

It's only trouble, man, get rid of it.

-Fuck, man. -Put it away, bro, be careful.

Leave it, man.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Man, I don't want to go home.

Don't worry, man. If anything happens, you're carrying now.

No, man, seriously.

-Keep that thing well hidden. -Yeah.

Where were you?

With my friends at a party.

How was it? You had a good time?

It was cool.

Martin, the school called yesterday.

They said you got suspended.

Yeah, but it wasn't fair.

Yes, it's so unfair to be suspended for cursing at your teacher.

I didn't curse at her.

And instead of coming home after your fuck up,

you go out like nothing had happened.

What am I supposed to do? Cry in my room?

You should at least have packed your things.

You're so childish, Martin.

Extremely childish.

Always looking for trouble. Well, now you found it.

Congratulation!

Seriously, congratulations.

And now he's gonna miss his graduation.

I don't care.

That's the problem.

You don't care about anything.

It's all the same to you.

You know damn well what we're going through as a family.

We don't need another problem.

And what do you do? You bring more problems.

Son, I left some boxes in your room, for you to pack your things.

The moving truck is coming at one o'clock.

SOL SEARCHES FOR CANELA

Did you leave water for Canela?

I did.

She already ate and drank.

No more food for her or she will get fat.

What's the name of this band?

Doctor Pez.

It's good, but a bit sad, don't you think?

Yeah, like, melancholic.

Not everything can be like, "Let's go, Chile, get up!"

Yes, but it doesn't have to be all pain either,

like "I'm gonna die this Friday morning".

I thought you liked it.

-I said it wasn't bad. -No, you said he was good but…

Isn't it the same?

No, it's similar, but not the same.

Okay.

There's nothing wrong with a little melancholy once in a while.

Bye, Mom.

-Bye, take care. -Always.

Sol.

Good luck in the game, don't let them score.

Of course not.

-Good luck to you too. -Thank you.

-I love you. -I love you too.

Sir, I'm sorry, I can't understand a thing.

Look, the issue about this perspective has been built

over the conflict that the concept of truth represents.

Because the truth is what we believe to be fixed and stable.

The real truth would be the capacity of assuming that one part of the world

is seen so steady and invariable,

that it suspends itself in time without changing.

But at the same time,

we know things are not static.

Things change depending on circumstances.

When we start thinking that things can't change,

it only takes one new element that wasn't considered

to modify the order completely.

Do you understand?

Sir,

can I go to the bathroom?

-Yes, you can go. -Thank you.

I want to see you too.

I couldn't make it yesterday.

But today I can.

No.

No, don't be a crybaby.

Hey! Nice shot!

My ankle!

It hurts!

Don't touch me! It hurts!

-Don't touch me! -Let me see.

Yes! It hurts!

I think It's a sprained ankle. Let's take her to the infirmary.

Walk slowly. Let's go.

Help me.

Walk slowly.

Aren't you going to kick her out?

It was an accident.

-But she almost broke her ankle. -Who's kicking the penalty?

-Come on. -Okay, let's go.

Goal!

Sol, Marcela is gonna switch in, okay?

Okay.

Let's go!

Hey there. You came to get a tattoo?

Yes.

You know what you want?

Not yet, but...

-How long is it going to take? -Did you make an appointment?

I did.

Half an hour?

Okay, I'll wait.

-Hi. -Hey.

-Franco, here's your food. -Great, thanks.

I'm heading to the university. I'm late.

-Ok, have a nice day. -Take care.

-Bye, Honey. -Bye.

Your girlfriend is pretty.

Yeah, she's cool.

Yeah, I can tell. She has style, you know?

Yes. So, are you getting a tattoo or not?

It depends.

-Depends on what? -I don't know.

I need to find an image I really like.

Haven't you thought of one yet?

Yeah, but I want to be one hundred percent sure.

They're permanent.

Well, if you overthink, you'll never get one.

-You're mean. -I'm not being mean. It's true.

That's why people end up with shitty tattoos,

like the one you got there.

Some people get a tattoo of their parents, or favorite soccer team.

What about movies?

Not so many.

I'd get a tattoo of a movie.

Which movie?

I don't know, one that I like.

And where would you want the tattoo?

On my leg, I think.

Maybe a little higher, near my hip.

Come on, Sol, don't do that.

-What do you mean? -You know what I mean.

I thought we were going to your apartment.

If we go, we know what's gonna happen.

It's better to talk here, in a more neutral ground.

Boring.

Boring but peaceful.

Boring.

Hey.

What if we watch a movie?

-Don't you want a drink? -No.

Here you go.

Why won't you have a drink?

Do want a beer?

No, thanks.

Don't you have School today?

Yes, but I got out early.

I've got to get back to work soon.

Relax. I'm leaving soon.

I really don't want you to go. I would stay here with you all day.

But you have to go.

-Sol, come on, don't be like that. -I'm just messing with you.

I'll leave but give me five minutes.

I beg you to leave. And don't make a scene.

Don't call the neighbors, it won't do no good.

I see what you're doing.

But can you tell me why?

Sol.

What happened to your cellphone? I called you 40 times. Where were you?

My battery ran out. What's the matter?

-Where were you? -At school.

You're lying. I went to pick you up and you weren't there.

Where were you?

What's going on? Why are you acting like this?

Canela ran away.

Mom, I've told you a thousand times to be careful when you take the car out!

I am careful! It wasn't my fault!

Goddammit! Did Canela open the gate by herself?

-Maybe she jumped over it. -How is that even possible, Mom?

The gate is like two meters high and Canela is old.

Canela!

Who's the prettiest dog?

Hi.

Sorry to bother you, but does the air pump work?

No, the hose is busted.

I mean, the valve is missing...

I mean the needle.

Damn.

I need to put air in my tire.

Did it get punctured?

I don't know. It started to lose air and now it's flat.

If the air is gone, that means it got punctured.

-So you don't have the needle for it? -No, we never had one.

At least not since I started working here.

It got stolen so many times, they stopped replacing it.

Right, I'm walking then.

-Thanks. -Wait, want to hit this joint with me?

No, thanks.

It's cool, I'm just trying to be nice.

Have you seen a dog, a boxer, around here by any chance today?

A boxer?

Yeah, the type of dog that has a flat face,

-Like it was smashed. -Yeah, I know them.

Did you lose yours?

What's its name?

Canela.

Damn, that sucks, right?

Sometimes you love animals more than people.

They’re more sincere and less venomous.

Okay, I'll hang out with you for a while.

Awesome, girl! I was bored.

At this time of night only losers come by.

-Like me? -No, not you.

I mean assholes, you know?

-Let me try it. -Of course.

So?

It's good.

You're weird.

-Easy, the police is coming! -Fire!

What the fuck!

-Let's go, quickly! -Come on, faster!

What are you looking?

-Let's go, come on! -Yes, hit it, go!

Come on, let's move!

Don't worry, man. If anything happens, you're carrying now.

-See you, bro. -See you.

CHARLY IS LATE

Fuck!

Do you want the job or not?

Yes, I need the job.

Charly, seriously,

if you don't want the job, just tell me and it's done.

There's a lot of people out there looking for work.

I get applications every day.

From people who need to work.

People who want to work.

Not lazy ass kids who only want to party.

So if you don't want it, just tell me.

And we'll leave it like that.

Got it?

I swear it won't happen again, for real.

You know I need this job.

It's not for me, it's for my kid.

I know you need it, but this is the last time.

After this, there's no other chance, okay?

Now go clean the bathrooms.

Hey, Charly, Juan needs you in the kitchen.

Fuck me!

That old bastard won't give me a break.

Yeah, he can be an asshole.

Are you ok?

One day I'm gonna grab him and cook him in his own kitchen,

with two fried eggs on his head.

-And what did you do last night? -Nothing.

-Fought with a bottle of rum. -Silly.

-And you? -I didn't go out. I watched a TV series.

Cool, which one?

"Uncertain Future".

Never heard of it.

It's been a while since I've watched TV.

It's been a while since I've been out.

-We're opposites. -Always.

Today I'm gonna be on the radio with my homies.

-Really? With your band? -Yeah.

-Which station? -Victor Jara radio station.

Cool. It's great that people are starting to hear about you.

Yeah. I'm not planning on flipping burgers all my life.

Me neither. As soon as I finish my studies, I'm out.

Cool, Maybe you'll end up in charge.

Then you can send that moron to clean the toilets.

I wish.

Did you wash your hands?

-Yes. -You're lying. I saw you.

You smell like cigarettes.

Go wash your hands please.

Daniela's a hotty, don't you think?

Excuse me.

Thank you!

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

-What are you doing here? -I came to see Dani.

You finally remembered that you have a son?

Dani is sleeping.

-I brought you a bit of cash. -A bit of cash?

Do you think I can buy diapers with "a bit of cash"?

Do you think I can buy milk with "a bit of cash"?

Easy, I just want to help.

Just go away, Charly.

Really, we're doing just fine without you.

Yeah, but I'm the father. I have the right to see him.

Yeah, only when it suits you.

When have you ever taken responsibility?

-You don't even come by once a week. -It's because I can't.

Yeah, but you can party all night with your friends?

I'd like to take a few pictures of him.

I'm making a music video with the guys.

I'd like for him to be in it.

Dani is sleeping.

-And later we're going to see my mom. -Come on.

I've never asked you for anything. Just this once.

You never ask for him, you never come to get him,

you never take responsibility. No, you can't take him.

I was having lunch with my boyfriend and having a good time until you showed up.

So please just go away, okay?

-Tamara... -No.

Tamara! Hey, please!

Tami!

Hey!

What's up, Hueso?

No.

No, I'm not gonna make it.

But I'm on my way.

I’ll join you once I get there.

I just got off work. Give me a break!

Bye.

Hey there.

Here.

THE CAR ACCIDENT

You can't keep risking yourself like that.

What if something had happened to you?

Okay, but nothing happened, mom.

And if something had happened, it would've been your fault.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I just don't know what to do. I miss Canela so much.

This morning I saw her dirty plate, and her water bowl and…

Where is she?

Is this your dog?

Are you sure?

Because they all look alike.

I can't believe people would leave them there

with that awful smell.

It's better than leaving them on the streets.

At least they get fed there.

How can you say that, Mom? How can it be better?

What are those motherfuckers spending their money on?

Watch your language, Sol. I don't like you talking like that.

Mom, there's a lot of things that are happening that I don't like either, okay?

I don't like being here, or this situation, this mess.

I don't like my dog going missing for Christ's sake!

Calm down! You calm down now!

You're overreacting over this. You're acting like an idiot.

Mom, you're the only idiot here, because you let Canela run away.

Wait a minute, Sol.

Where were you when Canela went missing?

Because I still don't know where you were.

And I'm guilty? You're also responsible for this.

And if you had been at home, I'm sure Canela wouldn't have escaped.

Mom, you lost Canela, you lost her!

You left the door open!

Why did we stop? Let's go!

No, we're not going anywhere until you tell me where you were.

Why do you care so much where I was?

Why do you want to know? Why do you want to control my life?

-What? -Leave me alone!

Don't talk to me like that! I'm your mother! You hear me?

Look at me! You will respect me!

OK, I may be clumsy, and a piece of shit to you, but I'm your mother.

Look at me?

I'm the only thing you’ve got.

I'm your only family, Sol.

And even if I'm stupid or dumb, I'm your mother!

Do you know why I act like this sometimes?

Do you? Because I'm tired.

I'm exhausted, Sol.

I have feelings too. Things happen to me too.

Or do you think I'm made of steel?

I hate my job most of the time, but I keep going.

You know why? For you. Because I love you.

Because you're the most important thing in my life.

Alright, I screwed up.

What do you want me to do? Kill myself?

I'm tired.

MISSING

I'm sorry.

I don't want you to feel bad, This is also my fault.

I was with my boyfriend.

I didn't know you had one.

He's not really my boyfriend, but it's something like that.

-Do I know him? -I don't think so.

-What's he like? -Tall.

Light brown hair, he got tattoos.

Is he from school?

No way, there is only kids at school.

-Where's he from? -Santiago.

No, I mean, where did you meet him?

He's the one who did Javi's tattoo, I met him there.

-He's older? -Yeah, a little.

But don't worry, he's not like fifty, like you are imagining.

He's not fifteen either.

Did you ask him for help?

Yes, but he couldn't help me because he was working.

I'm glad you have some sort of support in your life.

Are you kidding me?

I already told you where I was. With my boyfriend. Aren't you happy?

No, I'm not happy. Not at all, Sol.

I thought you trusted me,

but it turns out you have a boyfriend and he's older than you.

Mom, I don't have to tell you everything, and I tell you almost everything.

You're not well, Sol, really. This thing with Canela messed you up.

What's wrong with you, Mom?

I'm telling you everything and you pull out this shit.

You didn't tell me because you trust me. You know why you told me?

To laugh at me.

-To make me feel bad. -Yeah, Mom.

The whole planet, and everything revolves around you.

Yes.

You knew I wouldn't approve any relationship.

Especially with an older man. You knew exactly what I would say.

I'm stopping at the pharmacy. This headache is driving me crazy.

Do you want something?

Sol, do you want something?

Great.

This's all I need right now.

You punishing me with your indifference.

-Hi. -Hey.

-Whose car is this? -My mom's car.

It's nice.

Are you busy?

I'm with Vale.

Of course.

What's up, Sol?

It's Canela, Franco. I can't find her.

-What? -Canela.

She's gone, and I can't find her.

Canela, your dog.

I'm sorry.

I'm desperate, Franco. I don't know what to do.

Dammit, Sol.

I'd like to help out, but it's complicated for me, you know.

You know, if they see me here in the car, with you crying,

it looks weird, you know?

Yeah, super weird.

They might think that you're giving me a tattoo in the car.

Fuck, I'm sorry, Sol.

-It's fine. -I'm really sorry.

-I feel bad for all this shit. -It's ok.

Relax, I thought you could...

I don't know, but it's okay.

It's all good.

Seriously, it's okay.

EVERYBODY LEAVES

Mom?

Hey, Dad!

-What about my things? -Yeah, go get them.

I was going to pack them now.

-Now? -Yeah.

-Now you're gonna do it? -Yes.

We told you twenty times to pack your stuff.

Look, Martin, you screwed up.

-You really screwed up. -Come on, man.

-How do I move my things? -That's your problem.

We did our part by letting you know when we were leaving. Period.

Melki! Close the truck, we're leaving.

-No! -But…

Don't say a word to me.

How many times did I tell you?

How many times?

You knew about the foreclosure and you did nothing.

Why? Because you don't care.

-I can bring them now. -Now?

There's no time now.

-Then how do I move them? -How should I know?

Talk to your friends. Are they not your family?

Mom, don't be like that, it doesn't help.

Does the word "foreclosure" mean anything to you, Martin?

This is legal stuff, you know nothing.

Honey, stay out of this, ok?

But, Mom, he's just so immature...

-Hey, shut up! -You shut up!

I have no idea what you're going to do, you crossed the line, I swear.

-You crossed the line. -Mom.

Why don't you tell the truck driver to wait just thirty minutes?

I'll get my stuff together really quickly.

No.

Your dad is right. I'm sorry.

Are we leaving now?

Let's go.

Martin!

-Where's Gigio? -Did he answer you?

Bro, you know he never answers unless he's bored or wants to go out.

But for a favor, no way in hell.

Tommy, my stuff isn't gonna fit in there.

But, man.

Just take the important stuff. You have to be practical.

-How are you, Estela? -Good.

-Do you remember Hueso? Martin? -Yes.

He's staying with us for a few days, ok?

Okay.

-Hi. -Hello, Son.

Shit, man.

It's like...

I don't know, the feeling of…

Just by holding it you feel its power.

Hey.

So what about the video?

Let's go do it.

Movies here! I got movies!

New releases, classics, documentaries!

Art films, independent films!

Porn! Erotica for that special someone!

-What's up, my dudes? How's it going? -Good, and you?

Great man! What's up, Tommy!

We've been looking for you.

Why, man? Are you looking for a movie? A new release?

No, bro, for the music video.

Was that today?

You see, I told you he's always stoned, man.

Come on, Rata! We were supposed to film today!

Hey, just let me sell something to make some money and we can head out.

Alright. How many movies for five bucks?

You've been here before.

So you know more or less the dynamics.

Yeah, it's all good.

It would be cool if by the end you could spit some bars.

-Of course, bro, totally. -Did you bring some beats?

-Yeah. -We got them in the flash drive.

Cool, later we'll pass them to Camilo.

Okay, we need to start.

Camilo, the intro.

-Hueso, we're gonna start. -I'm coming.

Charly.

What do you mean "what's up"? We're about to start.

But, man, you have to come.

Don't fuck this up! You said you'd come.

Charly…

Fucking prick.

-We're all set. -Okay.

Welcome everybody to a new transmission of "The Pleasure of the Damned".

Our weekly hip-hop show

on our beloved Victor Jara Community Radio in Quilicura.

Broadcasting to every Latin American corner thanks to our online signal.

Today we are here with the guys from De la Urbe.

We're here with Hueso and Tommy.

Welcome guys, how are you?

-Great, bro, all good. -All good?

Well, thanks for coming. But before we begin,

let's start with some music.

And then we'll talk about this amazing track.

Camilo, are we ready?

-What's up, Rata! -What's up, bro!

The stars keep showing up.

Joining us is Charly, the third member of De la Urbe.

Come join us, Charly.

-Come in. -Come in, man.

Should we wait for him?

He doesn't want to. Let's continue then.

-What were you saying? -Okay.

He's shy today.

Well, give him a mic and a beat and he'll stop being shy.

-Yeah, man, Charly is fire. -Yes, he is, we all know that.

Let's keep chatting. You were saying that

you started with nothing and you've been building up.

-And you're all from here, Quilicura? -Yes, we're all from Quilicura.

-We are all from the same part of town. -Great.

One of the special things about this place is that it is like a brotherhood,

like a hip-hop family.

-Yeah. -Totally, that's right.

I don't know if it's always been that way, but there's a huge connection here.

Yeah.

So that's why it's important that this family

shows up for the filming of your music video.

-Exactly. -What time is the shooting?

You have to be there at six.

-At six... -Or half past six.

-Six, man! -Half past six.

Let´s leave it at six, so people can get there early.

But not later than seven o'clock

so the invitation is for all the rappers out there,

and anyone else that feels part of this culture, go hang out with you,

because when you're starting a career you need the support.

You're just getting started, right?

So let's show some love to our local talents, because they represent all of us.

So, to wrap this up,

the question every guest on our show has to answer.

What does rap means to you? Or what does hip-hop means to you?

-Can I answer? -Yeah, go ahead.

Rap...

Rap is everything to me.

It's the way I express myself.

It's the way I think.

A way to gather and arrange my ideas.

It's the anger against the system,

but it's also poetry, it's the streets. It's what's real and true.

You know?

And hip-hop...

Hip-hop is my home.

It's my home, man.

The place I belong to.

Where I grew up.

That's why I take care of it and it takes care of me.

And that's why what we do here is so important.

That's why our lyrics are so important.

Because the lyric is like a son, you know?

That's why it's so important,

that's why we don't write bullshit, you know, over some shitty loop.

We can't do that,

because there's an infinite love for this art we make, you know?

That's it.

That was Hueso, sharing his amazing thoughts, from the group De la Urbe.

It's been a pleasure, my friends Hueso, Tommy and Charly, of course.

-Thank you. -Whom we will hear about next time.

I wish you the best with your music video.

Well, are you going to say anything?

What the fuck, man? Why weren't you at the interview?

-I couldn't make it, I had shit to do. -What shit?

My shit.

-Well, what type of shit? -My shit, what do you care?

I do care, asshole.

It's obviously that I do care.

Because of this "shit" you didn't make it to the interview.

Do you care about the group or not?

I care, but I also have other shit to do.

Brother, we all have other shit to do.

I have shit to do.

Tommy has shit to do. Rata has shit to do.

But we put our shit aside so we could be here.

To prep for the video and for the interview.

Got it?

Guys, take it easy, relax.

Bro, the important thing now is making the video.

The interview went amazing, right, Rata?

-Amazing man. -Yeah.

Easy, man.

I know it was amazing, but the idea was for all of us to be there.

I don't know, this shit killed my vibe.

-Then we're not filming shit! -Ok we're not filming shit!

-Then don't film shit! -We won't filming because of you!

Hey, Charly! Fuck, man!

Guys, stop fucking around. I brought all my gear, man.

I left my spot at the flea market. Don't fuck this up.

Charly! Hey! Come on.

-Bro. -What?

We already said on the radio we were filming.

-We're going to look like fools. -I know!

But Charly is getting all worked up.

Charly!

-Hey, Charly, hold on! -What?

Shit, man.

Don't leave us like this.

Man, I bust my ass to be able to be here, to do my part.

I've got a shitload of responsibilities and you're still giving me shit?

I have to see my son, man. I have work.

You have your parents, man, they're always there.

I don't! I have nothing!

And I still get it done.

And you're breaking my balls?

Yeah, bro, because we all have our problems.

I have a fucked-up situation at home, but I am here, you know?

The difference is that the music comes first for me.

You want me to put music before my son?

-I can't, man, I won't. -I know man.

-Nobody is asking you to do that. -You are!

Guys, just tell me,

are we filming this video or not?

Because if we aren't, I'm out. And don't bother asking me again.

I don't know.

-What's up guys! -Hey!

What's up!

Let's start filming the video, okay?

Wait a second. We need to check the shots with Rata.

Come on, man, is it Rata or you that will direct?

Relax, Charly, we're doing this together, as always.

Gigio, are you ready or not?

Ready, Rata?

Rolling!

Let's go, Martin! Now!

These streets aren’t pretty, like Neruda said,

I'll tell you, the streets are getting rougher,

Dark corners, drugs and madness.

Niko's graffiti welcomes you to Quilicura,

I'm flying through this grey cloud,

People in this city don't know how to be happy,

Screaming and fighting all the time,

Noise and car horns Are the soundtrack

-Okay, so where do I stand? -Give him the gun.

We were thinking over there.

But be careful with that shit, It's loaded.

But the safety's on.

But he could switch the safety off.

-What? It's loaded? -Yeah, bro.

-Yeah. -Yeah, man.

-Our shit's the real deal, bro. -Be careful, bro.

Don't fuck with that shit. What if it goes off?

What if it fucks up the camera?

-Guys, let's begin. -We're missing a lot of shots.

Wait. I can do it if you want.

-And the camera? -If the camera gets fucked up, so will I.

I'm your warranty. Give me that shit. Let's do it there.

Ok, let's go.

But be careful with that shit, bro.

You're holding it like a toy. It's a weapon.

When I say "action" you're gonna point the gun at the camera.

-Yeah. -And start rapping.

-Okay? -Cool.

And...

Action.

Yeah.

Easy there, Gigio.

Slow down a bit. Don't make it look so lame.

-I'll do it slower. -Okay.

Do it, Gigio, point it at me.

Good.

-Hey guys! -Watch out!

-Good afternoon, boys. -Good afternoon.

-What are you doing? -Filming a video.

-Did you get a permit for that? -No.

What kind of video?

-It's a music video, a rap video. -A rap video?

Let me see.

Show him.

So he can understand.

-Look. -Yeah.

It's good.

It looks good, guys, but you have to leave the area anyway, okay?

People are complaining. You're disturbing the peace.

And you're too many.

Wait, guys, listen!

You should know people will always complain,

that's why you ask for a permit, but you didn't, did you?

But unfortunately...

I know you're doing nothing wrong, right?

But unfortunately we have to ask you to leave.

We need five more minutes.

-Would five more minutes be ok? -Yeah.

Alright, guys, five more minutes, that's it.

-Okay? -Yeah.

Okay.

TRAIN

Fuck…

Fuck, man.

Dude, I didn't see you, are you alright?

-Bro, can you hear me? -Yeah, man.

-I'm taking you to the hospital. -You're not taking him anywhere!

You don't even know how to drive! You're barely 15 years old!

You were running across the street without even looking!

Okay, shut up, enough!

I'm taking you to the hospital.

Let's go.

-But are you ok? Are you hurt? -Yes.

My arm.

Careful, bro.

Get in.

Girl, you have to be more careful.

Hey, man, you guys crossed me!

Are you okay?

-Just shut up! -Just go, hurry up!

Fuck.

Shit, I'm sorry. I was distracted.

Yeah, we saw that.

Put on your seatbelt, man.

Hey, you go to our school, right?

Yes.

Yeah, I know you.

Me too. I've seen you around.

I've listened to you guys.

-Really? -Yes.

Cool.

-Nice. -My name is Sol.

My name is Martin.

I'm Carlos, but everybody calls me Charly.

Cool.

Fuck, Martin, I hope you didn't break something.

I don't think so.

I feel good now.

Dude, she just ran you over. How can you be alright?

Don't make a big deal about it.

-Man, you just got hit by a car! -I feel fine, man.

What are those guys doing over there?

Who? Those guys are crazy.

They are throwing cats onto the electric cables.

-Yeah, they're killing cats. -What?

They’re trying to throw those cats on the electric cables.

Or maybe throwing them on the train tracks.

Are you kidding me? What the fuck?

-That shit is normal around here. -It's not a big deal.

They're always killing cats.

What the fuck? Why are you turning around?

Hey! You think you're superman?

-Hey! -This girl is crazy.

Sol!

-Sol! Fuck! -She's crazy.

-Hey! -This girl is crazy, man.

-Sol! -Hey!

Fuck, man. Sol!

What the fuck, man.

-What are you doing? -Nothing.

-You're lying. -Why do you care?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Give me that cat!

-Give it to me, man! -You want me to give it to you?

-Go get it. -What the fuck.

Asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you!

Fucking shithead! What the fuck is wrong with you?

Let me go!

Are you out of your fucking mind?

-What the fuck? -Hey, bro, put that away.

Take it easy, man. Relax.

What the fuck! You sick fuck!

Stab me with your knife, you fucking coward!

-Sol! -Take it easy, man!

Fucking coward!

Bro, put that away.

-Are you ok? -No, man.

Sick fucking bastards.

This fucking day.

And what's wrong with you guys?

-Why the fuck do you have a gun? -It's not mine.

But you're carrying it!

Fucking assholes!

I went to visit Dani.

What?

That's it, man.

That's why I didn't make it to the radio.

Music is everything to me.

Music and my son.

It's all good, bro. Don't worry.

I just wanted you to know.

You know.

I'm always here.

I know, bro.

The video's screwed anyway.

Maybe not. Rata could get his camera back.

And maybe save what's in it.

Rata's in jail, Charly.

He's probably pissed off.

You're okay now.

We should give him a name.

Yeah.

Like Lucky or Luca.

No, man, we need a good name.

Something cute, like him.

Puppy.

-No way. -That's so lame.

-She said something cute. -Cute, not lame.

Train.

Train?

-What do you think? -Do you like Train?

Do you want to be named Train?

Yeah?

Train is a pretty name.

It will remind him of his past and his little brothers.

Cats can't remember anything.

And they "don't have emotions and don't have a soul either".

What do you know?

I read something about that.

Nowadays people believe whatever they read on Facebook.

I did read it on Facebook.

But It's not like I believe everything I read.

But you do believe whatever's on Facebook.

So what? You believe in UFO's.

-No, I don't. -And that crap with the streetlights?

That's different. You've seen it happen.

What about the streetlights?

-Nothing. -Come on.

Nothing, man. It's just that...

When I walk under a streetlight, it shuts off.

-For real? -Yeah.

Go try to turn that one off.

-No. -Do it again.

-Come on! -It doesn't work like that.

It's not whenever I want to, you know?

It's like...

Like when I'm feeling pissed off. It's like an energy thing.

Yeah, right, Jodorowski!

Come on, don't mess around, I just want to see it.

Come on, turn off that light.

Come on, show it to us.

Ok, but if it doesn't work, don't make fun of me.

Right.

Fraud!

-You're so full of shit. -I told you.

Sorry, bro.

I've never heard of anyone turning off streetlights like that.

It's just some shit that happens.

But it's rare, It only works when I'm messed up.

Let me hold Train.

Do you want to go home?

Hey, guys.

My mom must be worried by now. I'm gonna go home.

I don't want to go home, man.

Let me hold Train.

Translated by: Gabriel Manzano