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Patrick?

We're going inside now.

Iván's family wants to begin.

Patrick.

- You sure you're all right? - Yeah.

I'm sure.

Well, that's it. The last one.

Oops. I'll give you some privacy. Frolic as much as you want.

It's fine. You're not staying for dinner?

- Oh, no. - Yeah. Let's do drinks and dinner.

I would love to stay,

but I have to rest up for the match tomorrow.

- You're coming, aren't you? - What do you think?

That I would miss your first match as an officially gay man?

This is gonna be historic.

It's just another match.

All I want is to play, score a few goals, and go party in peace.

Yeah, I'm just there for the bulging quadriceps.

If I'm being honest.

But I'll also be there for you. Hmm?

What the hell?

HOMO

Hey.

Come on, wake up. We're late.

'Cause of the game, things will get crazy on social media.

Just give me five more minutes, please.

Okay.

Five more minutes, but together.

Hey.

I told you I didn't mean it.

Hey.

You know that.

Hey.

I think I should go to my mother's house for a couple days.

Who put that idea in your head?

Oh, let me guess. It starts with "Men"

and ends with "cía," doesn't it?

You do realize she's trying to drive us apart?

Raúl, calm down.

Nobody's given me any ideas or wants to drive us apart.

It's just till things calm down, y'know?

You're right.

But... I already told you I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it.

I just want things to go back to the way they were, Raúl.

Me too.

We'll get there.

But we need to stay away from people trying to tear us down.

Not stay away from each other.

Look.

What's it say here?

"Together since forever and forever."

Promise me? I just wanna hear it from you.

I promise you.

Good morning!

They wrecked the kitchen. At least there's coffee, but it's watery.

Sorry. I've taken over.

Relax, we pay people to do that.

Oh! That reminds me.

Someone who's supposed to be in charge of the house and the family

should've spoken to the administrator yesterday.

Oh, that's right. Well, I'll ring him up.

- Hmm. - Hey, Ari?

Let me log into your account.

Saraul blocked me, so...

There's no fucking way you're using my account

to keep stalking that brat

and feeding your little obsession with her.

- Whatever. - Hey, Iván?

- Yeah? - Can you go get dressed?

We're gonna be late.

Okay, sure. Psst.

I would've liked a heads-up. This house is chaotic already.

Ari, we have plenty of room here.

Hmm? And I did warn you. You just don't remember it.

I remember everything, and you didn't.

Hmm. Come on. Everything'll be fine.

Hmm?

RAPIST

What is he now? Her bodyguard? They're so creepy. For real.

Their next live stream will be all, "My boyfriend takes me to class."

"Tutorial on how he helps me put my Ben Wa balls in."

Ari, cut it out.

It's not funny at all.

Anyway, it looks like Saraul is no more.

So now, the biggest thing on social media is your revenge video.

What? Let me see.

Is it viral?

Fuck. A different typeface would've looked better.

Okay, cool. So then you're just casually admitting you did it?

No. No one's admitting a thing, baby.

So, what?

Did the tattoo just pop out from under their skin, or what?

No idea. They've been playing saints, so maybe it was a miracle.

Revenge isn't justice, Isadora.

Yeah, and justice isn't just.

I don't know why you keep defending them.

I'm not defending him. I'm on your side.

I feel bad for Javi 'cause he's torn up about it.

Then he should go to the police, make a statement, and turn himself in.

I don't get why you worry so much about him. I don't.

I'm worried about you.

Nothing worse can happen to me.

Hey! You did this, you fuckin' bitches!

What? What'd you call us?

Don't act stupid! I'll punch your face in!

You'll smash her what in? Touch my sister, and you'll regret it.

Hey! You really need to tone that shit down.

You're dead.

What's going on? What're you doing?

Don't stop. Let's see if you've got the balls.

Know how much it cost my dad to have this shit taken off my back?

Are you saying it was Isadora who did this to you?

Who else? Her and her friends did this.

Basically, Mencía and Ari hooked up with them the other night.

At her club.

- The other night at Isadora's club? - Yeah.

- They must have drugged them. - Sorry, but no. Hold on.

Were you there?

'Cause I thought they kicked you out for fighting.

Do you have proof of your allegations?

Well, that's that. So it's "case dismissed," right?

This isn't a court, Isadora.

My job is to protect the school and the students who attend it.

Well, two of its students have been assaulted.

- Off the premises, based on a theory. - Yes.

That's not important.

That makes it a private matter.

- Which must be resolved externally. - And that's it?

They can do this to us without any consequences?

If you had evidence of your allegations,

then I would help you report it myself.

But as things stand, there is little I can do.

So I don't want to hear more talk on this matter.

Neither here or online.

Is that clear?

Anything else you need?

No. I'm good.

Javi?

What about you?

Wanna say anything?

No.

Then you're dismissed.

- Come on, boys. - If Javi loses it, we're screwed.

One more. C'mon.

He won't say anything, bro.

C'mon. Let's go.

Concentrate, dude.

- You can't even lift 40 pounds. - You're too chill about it.

But if he ends up blabbing, you're going to jail too.

Stop fucking around.

You're off the hook, and I have a scar for the rest of my life.

I'm fine for the time being.

What do you wanna do?

The Art of War.

- Throw that ball. Good job. - What do you mean by that?

Long as they're at each other's throats,

they'll be too distracted to mess with us.

That's how you win.

Hey. Watch those knees.

Add more weight.

Listen, Javi.

We're taking Iván down to shift the heat.

Okay?

It's the only way, dude.

It's them against us.

The fuck are you looking at?

Relax, I was just wondering.

That's all.

Without a cock, how exactly do you pee?

Dunno. How exactly do you stay alive without a brain?

Goddamn fucking piece of shit!

Oh fuck.

Fuck.

Ro?

You don't have any extra pants, do you?

You're overreacting. Once it dries, you can't tell.

Once it dries, it'll smell.

Nico, it was an accident. This can happen to anyone.

Pissing your pants because your prosthetic slipped out of place?

I don't think so.

Not to anyone.

Having a bad day where everything goes fucking wrong can.

You don't have to tell me. Lately, that's the only kind I've had.

Lately? You mean, since Ari?

Fuck. Is it that obvious? Really?

Well, yes, it is.

You can see it from the International Space Station.

And it's also very clear that she's toxic.

- I know, but... - No buts.

Ari's super fickle.

If you hooked up with her, she'd put a notch on her belt

and throw you away.

- Like with Bilal. If she hasn't already. - With Bilal?

Yeah, they hooked up when we went to cheer up Isadora.

I'm sorry I was the one to tell you.

Although maybe this way, you'll be spared further embarrassment.

What's that?

- Oh, girl, it was nothing. - Right.

- Bye. - See you later.

Hi.

Are you gonna say hello?

Or... or have you also blocked me in real life?

If it makes you happy, then I'll do it.

Hello.

Good enough?

Ah, Jesus.

Look, Sara. I'm not stupid.

I know this attitude you've developed is 'cause of your boyfriend.

Because the other day, when it was just us,

you were way less high-strung.

You were just a very different person.

It's like when he appears, you disappear.

Yeah. It's because of him.

'Cause you hit on him at my house

and you told him you would get me wasted

and trick me into having a three-way

without letting me know.

- Sara, I swear that... - There's nothing we don't talk about.

Things were going fucking great until you tried to ruin everything.

Sorry, what?

Were you going to shower? Or just be a pervert and stare?

Sure. I'll go shower.

Will you get out of the way?

Hey, babe.

Hey.

So, listen...

Do you remember back when Armando was harassing me

and I just pretended everything was all right?

I mean, honestly, I'd rather forget that time.

I'm sorry. Um, but we can talk about it whenever you want.

It's not me, Ari. It's Sara.

- Did she say something to you? - She's got bruises.

She has bruises all over her body.

I'm so worried.

I don't think she's okay, and she acts like nothing's going on.

Besides, I've been subjected to psychological abuse as well.

- I know what she's going through. - Yeah.

Look, she blocked you, right?

So I mean, she doesn't want your help.

I didn't want help either, and look at how things turned out.

Yeah, but that's exactly why I'm telling you this, Mencía.

Look, I'm really scared of you getting involved in that.

It's gonna be what always happens.

You meddle in these situations, but you get the brunt of it.

Yeah, Ari, but what should I do? Just ignore it all?

Yeah. "But what are you supposed to... Blah, blah, blah."

'Cause you've already made up your mind what you're gonna do.

What can I say except, "Watch yourself."

I'll send you the QR with the tickets, okay?

For the box seats.

- And I'll see you there at six o'clock. - Shit, thanks, man.

Box seats in the fuckin' game!

- That's incredible. - I know, right? Awesome.

I NEED TO TALK TO YOU TODAY, PLEASE.

IT'S URGENT. WHEREVER AND WHENEVER.

What? You didn't get it?

Yeah, I have it here, but I won't be able to make it.

- Cheer your father on for me, please. - 'Kay.

He's already scored the goal of his life.

Okay.

THIS AFTERNOON AT MY CLUB.

Hey, look.

Surprisingly, Ari's the soccer fan in our family.

- Mm-hmm. I like it a lot. Who's going? - All of us.

Meaning?

- Yes, Nico's coming. - Right.

Shit.

It is what it is.

I mean, we have friends and plans in common.

That's all I can do. I can't avoid him the rest of my life.

- Should we go? - Yeah. Come on.

Let's go.

Nico?

- What's up? - Hi.

Why are you here? You dropped me off this morning.

I'll drop you off, pick you up,

or even stand on my head if that's what it takes.

I want you to see I'm doing my share.

Come on. Let's go home, get changed, and go to the game.

- You should go on your own. - Hmm?

A solo stream will be better, since you're excited about it.

Hey... I hope you're not hiding anything.

What do you mean?

Dunno. What're you gonna do while I'm at the game?

Well, I don't know. Maybe go for a drink.

No. Wait for me at home.

Don't you trust me?

Yeah, I trust you, but only if you do your share too.

It goes both ways, right?

And besides, you'll be better off at home today,

'cause with the game, the streets will be crazy. Hmm?

Come on, let's go.

What's up, people?

We're here at the entrance to the stadium,

and this place is absolutely packed!

It's nuts!

As you can see, the kids here are super excited today.

We have an incredibly massive game today, people.

A lot has happened.

There's tension, but we'll go out there and win.

All right, people. The line's moving. See you in there!

CRUZ WILL SCORE TWICE. FOR SURE.

Look at his face up there.

Queer!

Hi.

Hey, guys.

- How are ya? What's up? - Good.

- Hi. - How you doing?

- Hey. - Hi.

Hi.

- Are you working on the catering? - Ari!

No, actually, I invited him here. Isadora gave him her ticket.

Is there a problem?

If I'm a bother, I can leave.

No. You're more than welcome here.

Make yourself at home. Grab whatever you want.

Okay, thanks.

What about drinks? I'll go. Want one? No?

- Okay. - Ari.

What's the matter?

Why're you talking to me as if nothing happened?

Dunno what you're talking about.

- About how we... - No.

Sweetheart, I'm...

I'm acting as if nothing happened here because nothing did.

Nothing happened, and nothing ever will.

- She's crazy, isn't she? - Yeah.

- What's up? You good? - Hey.

Hey, thanks for everything, but I don't belong here.

- I'm gonna go. - Bilal!

What?

Dude, all you do is work.

You deserve a break, and you like soccer.

I like soccer, but not like this.

Iván, do you mind if we head to the lower level?

Sure, whatever.

Okay. Want to?

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

Just know there are cameras, and if I press a button,

in less than 30 seconds,

the entire police force will be on top of you.

Relax, I don't expect to gain your trust that soon.

What do you want?

It's not what I want.

It's what we all want.

What the actual fuck is going on here?

- Just a moment, okay? We come in peace. - It's true.

All we really want is to ask for your forgiveness and talk this over.

Security!

Isa, I'm not going to jail, but...

I wanna ask for your forgiveness and to tell you I'm sorry, or...

- Um... - That we all are.

The only thing we want is

for you to know what really happened that night.

I know what did. Security, take these guys out of here!

- Come with me. - Five minutes.

Isa, five minutes. Have him stay if it makes you feel better.

No, no! No five minutes! No nothing! Go on! I said get out of here!

- It's about Iván. - Out!

Look, you can hate us as much as you want.

Take it out on us!

But you'll have to learn the truth sometime!

Don't trust Iván! Isa, don't trust him.

So, are you nervous?

Well, I'm nervous for my dad, y'know?

To be honest, with everything goin' on...

I don't know. I hope it won't affect him.

Hmm.

I just hope that we don't go out there

with our last game's defensive strategy.

As a midfielder, Cruz is better at passing than counterattacking.

So if this gets to his head, then we're done.

You know soccer?

Hmm. Prejudice is a bad look.

You should know better than anyone.

Look, Nico, I swear I'm going to try my best

not to end up butting heads as usual, but either you do your part,

or I can't fix things with you.

It shouldn't be this hard, you know?

I'm not your experiment or your mentor.

Okay, so that's that.

I thought we had connected and you were different from other men.

No, I'm not different. Get that through your head.

Let's see, what does, for example... I don't know, a random guy...

Bilal. What does he have... that I don't?

Well?

I really wanna know.

What's this about?

I know you two hooked up.

Yeah.

And?

I owe you an explanation now?

- No. Don't worry. I'll explain it to you. - Hmm.

To be honest, I thought we had connected too.

But the other day, when we made out, you were fucking disgusted.

As if you wanted to eliminate the pieces that didn't fit.

No, you were acting more like you were missing some pieces.

That's why the Bilal thing happened. Because you don't want connection.

You just want a big fucking cock in you.

Well, thank God it's an open bar.

- This is much better, by far. - Yeah, man. It's incredible.

Mm. Lemon. So, you're a Muslim, but like a real one.

I should've brought champagne down.

Why're you down here with us peasants?

Are you apologizing without demeaning yourself?

Hmm, no.

It's my way of demeaning myself to apologize to you.

And to enjoy the game like a normal person.

You have no clue how tense it is up there.

Ooh, is that a beer?

Yep.

Aw, thanks.

Shall we?

- Thanks. - Let's go.

It's packed.

Excuse me. Thanks.

As if we needed him.

- Wow! - In the defense, Juan Carlos,

Campillo, Viveros, and Guijarro.

In the center midfield, Maroto, Aragoneses, and Romano.

And as forwards, Escribano, Joao Elvas...

And sporting the number nine, our hero, the league's top scorer

and the worldwide star who also proved his incredible bravery

off the field this week, Cruz!

Cruz! Cruz!

Cruz! Cruz! Cruz! Cruz! Cruz!

Cruz! Cruz! Cruz! Cruz!

Cruz! Cruz! Cruz!

Faggot! We don't want you!

You're useless!

And the game begins!

The game just started.

At stake are the championship and Cruz's honor.

Ah, and a kiss for my babe who's studying at home.

I know Raúl isn't home.

Yeah, you and now ten million followers. And?

It's what I told you this morning.

Whenever he's gone, I see you.

The real Sara.

And I feel like spending some time with her.

I told you this morning. Have you forgotten?

Real me wants nothing to do with you.

Then tell me why.

Give me just one good reason, besides Raúl, and I will leave.

Look, Mencía, I don't know what you're playing at

or what you think you're saving me from, but just go.

I mean, you're absolutely right. I've handled it like an asshole.

Every time I wanted you to be with me, I forced things and made a mess.

But I'm gonna keep coming to you, even if it has to be in secret.

Because even though you continue

refusing to admit that you need help here,

the day you do, I assure you,

you'll be glad to have someone there who didn't wanna leave you alone.

I'm talking from experience.

From experience?

Let me in, and I'll explain it to you.

So is it just me, or is he playing really well?

I don't know.

No, no, no. Trust me.

- He's playing awesome today. - Cool.

I bet no one will mess with my dad now.

Come on!

Wake up, you fuckin' queer! Come on! You can't score a goal, queer?

That's enough! Soccer's for everyone now! Deal with it!

Prissy bitches? Is that who it's for?

- Hey, asshole! Take it back! - What'd the Black guy say?

- Don't play protector. I don't need it. - You fucking dick.

- Hey! - What the fuck was that about?

- What? - I'm leaving.

I've had my fill of testosterone for today.

- Ari... - No, leave me alone.

Bunch of dumbasses.

Hey, you.

Hey, uh... you're the waiter at Isadora's, aren't you?

- Yeah. - Don't mind him. He's a bit shitfaced.

- Pretty shitfaced and pretty racist. - Ah, he's just mouthin' off.

Why don't you sit with us, so you see we're not pieces of shit?

I don't sit with racists or Nazis or homophobes. But hey, thanks.

Just a minute.

Look, I'm here to have a good time,

but if you insult my friends again...

Or if I see you near my girl in your underwear again,

we both might not have a good time.

- Everything all right? - Yeah. Fuckin' great.

- We should probably leave, no? - Sounds good.

Cruz! Cruz!

Yeah.

Goal!

Yes!

Yes!

Goal from the man with no equal,

the greatest global soccer sensation!

Uh-uh! Hey, no! Hey, no, asshole! Take that fucking flag down!

Put that fucking flag down, you son of a bitch!

- Put that flag down! - Put down the damn flag!

Throw that gay-ass shit away! Put that flag down!

- Shut up! - What did you say, fucking loser?

- Fucking Nazi-ass motherfuckers! - What? Are you talking to me?

Yeah! Say that to my face, huh?

Say that to my face.

Motherfucker!

We ask our supporters to please return to their seats.

Violence has no place in our stadium or in the sport of soccer.

Attention, the referee has just called the match.

You queers! You're a bunch of fuckin' queers!

We ask you to please

leave the stadium in an orderly manner.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Girl, I lived in fear, I swear.

Don't blame yourself. Blame Armando.

He put you in a hole.

I know.

A very dark, dark hole.

And the worst part is, there were people there,

trying to pull me out, throwing ropes at me

that I refused to grab onto.

I just wouldn't want the same thing to happen to you.

The same thing? What do I have to do with Armando?

Is this about Raúl?

Okay. Get the fuck out of my house, please.

I don't need this.

- Sara... - My case is nothing like yours.

What's your case, then, Sara?

- Things get a bit out of hand sometimes. - Is it you or him doing that?

Sara, I'm throwing you a rope here. Why won't you grab onto it?

I know Raúl loves me.

Maybe he does.

But love probably shouldn't hurt so much, don't you think?

What about you?

Of course I love him. I mean, I can't imagine life without him.

Right, well, that's the hole I was talking about.

What hole?

There's no hole, Mencía.

When we're on good terms, it's heaven on earth.

And when you're not? What's the rest of it like?

Well, then I miss him.

When we're not on good terms, I miss him, even if he's right there.

Do you know what it's like

to have someone in front of you that you love more than anything,

and not see him, not recognize him?

When we're on bad terms, it's the worst.

'Cause I love him so much that I can't stay away, y'know?

Of course I know what it's like.

But that isn't love.

It's fear.

Shit, you gotta go.

Girl, don't take his call. It's okay. Relax.

No, that would make it worse.

Do me a favor. Hide if you won't go.

- Sara... - Please.

Hi, baby.

Hey, you good, honey? They canceled the game. I'm heading back.

Are you alone?

Who would I be with?

I dunno. It took you a while to answer my call.

I was charging my cell phone, and it was silenced. That's all.

You silenced it? Let me see the living room for a moment.

Why?

Just to check everything is normal and all.

C'mon, show me.

Okay, well, look. This is our living room.

Same as always.

See?

Everything's fine.

I'm just waiting for you. Don't be late.

Fine, I'm on my way home.

- You need to leave. - I'm not going anywhere.

What was that?

Anyway, I just want you to know that there is a way out of here.

And even if right now I'm leaving, I will still be here for you.

Do me a favor? Just leave.

I loved someone a lot too.

And I've also been very scared.

And I can assure you that they're two very different feelings.

You son of a bitch!

Hey, hey! Dude! What are you doing, man?

That's our team. What're you doing?

So what? They should kick out that damn fairy!

Man! Dude, they canceled the fucking game because of you, you dumbass!

Fuck do I care?

POLICE

How long has this shit been going on at this house?

I didn't want you to be worried.

Did you see what happened today?

- We'll stay with you tonight, okay? - No, no way.

Forget it. It's been a hard day. Please go.

Iván is right.

I think tonight we should stay here together.

No! I already told you.

Relax, I talked to security already. It'll be fine.

Go home now. I just want to go to sleep.

Bye.

♪ I'm not from here ♪

♪ I'm not from here ♪

♪ Your dance when I hunt ♪

♪ I'm not from here ♪

♪ I'm not from here ♪

♪ Your dance... ♪

- I'd like a drink. - What do you want?

- Ah, doesn't matter. - Same for me.

What's up?

Thanks.

You might wanna slow down there.

Really?

Like father, like son, then.

You two, I swear.

Oh, sweetie. You're here!

That was scary, wasn't it?

No one is gonna fuck up my father's life.

They'll pay even if I have to beat 'em up, one by one.

- Amen! - Amen!

- An eye for an eye. - Iván, stop acting all macho.

- Let's go home. - No, I'm staying.

No, seriously, let's go.

I'm fucking staying!

See? They spilled mine. Can I get one more?

That drink went to his head. Sorry.

- Iván, that's enough. You should go... - Back off!

What are you doing? I said stop it. Let's go.

Come on. Let's go! Go on.

Sweetie, are you okay?

I've never seen him this way. He's gone mental.

- I know. - Yeah.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IVÁN.

I heard what happened at the game.

Let me have a look.

Yeah.

It looks pretty bad, but nothing too serious.

Glad I left in time.

In time and also drenched.

You have some cojones.

Cozying up to Bilal after what you said to me.

Ari, I didn't get a chance to apologize. That's why I'm here.

Apologize for what?

Oh, yes, tell him. You'll find it hilarious.

Nothing. I acted like kind of a dick.

- What'd you say? - Ari, c'mon!

I remember.

So, apparently, you and I hooked up because I'm just full of fears,

full of prejudice, and because I wanted your massive dick.

I knew I was just a piece of meat to you.

But I wasn't expecting this.

- Was that necessary? - Of course it was necessary.

Let me see, now.

I mean, it's true that you're right about a lot.

It's true that I'm afraid and that I have doubts.

But there's one thing you're wrong about.

I don't think I'm the one here

who's most obsessed with what people

have between their legs, don't you think?

What's the matter?

Was it not fun?

I don't know.

Are you okay, Nico?

Son...

Your mother and I are worried about you.

We hadn't seen you looking so down since... Since before...

The transition.

- Yes. - You can say the word.

Dad, I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've been through,

but there are times that... that it feels like...

that it's still not enough.

What are you saying, son?

You are more than enough.

You're perfect.

You're my dad.

You're perfect to your mother and to me.

Anybody who disagrees, well...

Then that's their problem.

What if I'm that someone?

It's okay. Never mind, Dad.

Let's go home.

Sara...

You wouldn't believe the fight that broke out at the game.

It was crazy.

Sara?

You're fuckin' kidding me.

I knew it. I fuckin' knew it!

That goddamn piece of shit!

Pick up the fucking phone.

Goddammit! Where... ?

- Hi. - Hi.

My mother would ask too many questions.

Come here.

I'm scared.

I know. It's okay. I'm here, okay?

Don't worry.

THE SPORTS CLOSET

IVÁN IS A WRECK.

IVÁN IS A WRECK.

WE'RE WORRIED.

WE'LL PICK YOU UP AND BRING YOU HOME WITH US.

Don't come to the house. I'll go over there.

- Okay? - Mm-hmm.

Why don't you drink some water?

Don't come.

I'll go over there.

Your dad's coming, after all.

Tell him he doesn't have to. I'm better.

We'll be less worried together.

Okay, then. Let's go over there.

Because he's probably drunk, and I don't want him to be driving.

What are you doin', dickhead? Why don't you look where you're going?

Get that bullshit outta here!

What're you, drunk?

- Did you see how fast you were speeding? - You're an idiot.

- Jackass. - What?

Yeah. That's what I should be askin' you!

- Fuckin' dumbass. - He's getting out.

- What do you want? - He's getting out, huh?

- What? - What's your problem?

Fuck! Hey, look who it is! The fucking queer soccer player!

Why don't you say that to my face?

Get outta here, or we'll kick your ass, cocksucker.

- What did you call me? - Hey, hey! Calm down!

- Chill out, dude. - Get off!

This faggot broke my nose.

Motherfucker!

Fuckin' faggot!

Come over here, you fucking sissy.

He deserves the shit punched out of him.

- See what this faggot did? - Motherfucker.

Yeah, not so big now, are you, tough guy?

Again.

Go ahead, hit him harder. There you go.

Angelito, come. Come over here.

Hit him right in the face.

Come on.

Nothing. He's not answering.

We probably confused him. I'm sure he was on his way already.

Stop the car! Stop!

- Dad! - Iván!

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad?

Dad? Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

Patrick?

We're going inside now.

Iván's family wants to begin.

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