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You're not kicking me out!

I'm leaving and I don't need you,

OK?

You mole.

I don't need you either.

Hello?

Oh, Puri, what a pity!

He should be more like my Pedro.

He is an angel!

He gets such good marks at school...

He will have plenty of time for that.

He has his girlfriends...

I'm not dumb, I notice.

Paco is very well.

He works harder,

since the criminality has increased.

He works too much, too many hours.

Kisses. Bye.

(religious program) ... reject our temptations of our enemy...

...celebrating the mistery of Easter...

My mother is a saint.

She's the best person I have ever met.

She's the most tender, devoted, loving mother...

without asking for anything in return.

I told you not to look at me in class.

You don't know me, or where I live.

Okay?

(religious program) ...as the Lord has taught us.

All my friends are jealous of me.

Their mothers are all disturbed junkies...

but my mother is cool.

THE SON

Good evening!

This is fucking disgusting.

Look! An old guy jerking off.

They have no shame, man. Keep filming, Kuman!

Hi, handsome!

You are having a good time, aren't you?

- Look at the fat one! - Filthy pig!

- Gross! - Disgusting!

A black faggot! Film it!

Hello, handsome!

Are you having a good time?

Would you like to join us?

Yes, we can make a little group and touch each other...

- Fucking faggots! You make me sick! - Hush!

Calm down!

- C'mon! - Let's go, let's go!

Turn off the camera!

- What's going on? - Get out of here!

Let me go!

Don't move!

Come on!

Go for it!

- Come on! - Shit!

What the fuck are you doing, Peter?

Son of a bitch!

What do you think you are doing, Pedro?

Go fuck yourself!

- Pedro! - Are you OK, man?

- My fucking arm... help me. - I'm out of here.

- What? - Son of a bitch.

Fucking bastard.

Paco!

What happened to your face?

Nothing, we were chasing some narco at a traffic control and...

You're not up to this sort of thing any more?

Don't worry, Pilar. I'm going to wash myself.

Stewed lentils.

And what about you?

I have to play father and mother and everything here.

You are driving me mad. I've been turning it over in my head.

I even thought that something had happened to you.

It's alright.

It's alright, mum.

Mum.

Have you made me something for dinner?

Of course, silly.

I always have dinner ready for you.

Come on, take a sit.

I've been so worried about you.

It smells good.

Look.

My father doesn't like my mother' stewed lentils.

How was school today?

It's secondary school, mum.

Okay.

It finishes very late, doesn't it?

No, I was doing an assignment with Luis...

Is Luis that skinny boy who were here the other day?

Yes.

I think he has something strange...

I was joking, he's a good kid.

Hey! Weren't you so hungry?

Why aren't you eating?

I'll finish it later, ok?

I'm very tired and I'd like to take a shower first.

- But will you eat later? - Yes.

The lentils are really good.

Wait.

Why don't you tell your mother what have you really been doing today?

Come closer.

Why don't you tell her what have you been doing?

I said come closer.

Closer.

Please!

Yesterday we received a burglary notice.

Five brats destroyed a Chinese shop.

The security cameras recorded everything.

Guess who was perfectly recognizable.

Guess!

But certainly...

the thing I like the most about my mother is her stewed lentils.

My mother's lentils are the best in the world

I haven't tried each one, but there is no need

I know what I like.

This is the last time!

It is about time.

Come on.

Go take a shower...

you stink.

Please, honey...

take a shower.

Thank you.

Stop.

Get out.

Is that what you want?

Get out.

You have to run away.

Fuck school, fuck my parents.

Let's go away from here.

Together.

I told you not to be near me at school, Luis.

You are a coward.

He was precursor of Symbolism...

the same as his partner, Rimbaud...

Their stormy and, sometimes, violent romantic relationship...

inspires most part of his works.

I like having mates...

mine are really cool.

They love me and accept me for who I am.

Faggot!

Let's continue with some other Romantic poets...

(Note: we'll get Pedro after class)

Pedrito!

Where are you going so fast?

Are you a pillow biter?

Calm down!

Shake his hand...

like partners, like brothers.

Let's take a walk.

Peter... Peter!

I said shake his hand, damn it!

That's it.

Let's look for baits in the park.

I can't.

Pedro!

Hi, teacher.

Let me pack. We are leaving tonight.

Are you sure?

You can not stay here, Pedro.

The Body of Christ...

The Body of Christ...

Pilar?

Coming!

What about your parents?

I'll be waiting.

Paco...

Our son is working hard, you know?

However...

there are things...

many things...

weird things.

Two onions, three green peppers...

three ripe tomatoes...

a quarter of a kilo of chorizo and bacon...

a few cloves of garlic, salt and bay leaves.

I think... that... Pedrito...

likes to see naked boys...

Like that skinny friend of his...

Do you think that...?

And of course, half a kilo of lentils.

Paco, where are we?

The night that I came back home...

covered in blood...

I had been here...

and it wasn't the first time.

It wasn't the first time.

Pedrito, Pedrito, Pedrito.

Let me go!

Let me go, asshole!

Son of a bitch!

Where is your girlfriend, Pedrito?

Maybe you are the wife and he is the husband.

Do you like this?

Help me!

Seize him!

Stop!

- No please! - Hit him!

Hit him!

Help!

Pedro?

- Pino, what have you done? - Shit.

Let's get out of here.

Come on! Pino!

Come on! Let's go!

Let's get out of here.

Why did you do this to me?

Why?

Why?

Did I do something to you?

Answer me!

Wasn't I a good wife? Why do you do this to me?

You have destroyed my life.

You bastard!

I can't stand this.

I can't stand this!

Pedro.

Pedro.

- Pedro! - Boy!

- Wake up! - Pedro!

Pedro.

What is wrong with him?

Pedro.

Pilar...

I am leaving.

Don't forget your coat. It's cold.

Pilar...

I'm going for good.

Don't be late.

I'm cooking lentils...

Pedro doesn't like them cold.

Bye.

Buy some bread and pastries.

He likes them so much.

He spends all day studying in his room.

The poor thing works so hard.

Then we eat the stewed lentils...

we sit on the sofa...

and we watch TV as usual.

And the most important thing...

the secret ingredient.

The love she puts in.