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Take it easy, Mario.

We're getting to know each other. Come on, give me 50%.

Again. Okay. Keep your guard up.

That's it, come on.

Watch the low blows!

Watch the low blows, man.

You're my fucking sparring partner. You get paid to get hit.

Okay, take it easy.

I'll bash your face in, you faggot.

That's enough!

We're done for today. Mario, jump rope and shower.

Now.

-You're dead meat. -Damn.

Dead meat.

You did great, Pasca. Go on.

I can't believe this fool.

Okay, okay, settle down.

What's his fucking problem?

Sparring partners get paid to get hit.

Then what's his fucking problem? Is he nuts or what?

Well, you know what kids are like nowadays.

They act like assholes, they think it makes them scarier.

You were the same when you were young, remember?

I don't remember anymore.

Well, you were the best.

Where did you find this schmuck?

He was amateur kickboxing champion,

Mai Tai, Capoeira

and other shit like that.

Capoeira is where they dance, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Now he's into boxing,

so he looked for a famous trainer.

Right.

And he couldn't find one, so he hired you.

Yeah, that's right.

The truth is, I missed being a trainer.

Young people today

go to the gym to do aerobics, lift weights, play paddle tennis...

and all that bullshit.

You'll have a lot to fix with this kid.

He hit my nuts more than my body.

Well, it was his first workout.

He'll learn to hit higher.

He'd better learn quick, my balls can only take so much.

Okay.

I'm gonna shower up.

-Leave the money with my clothes. -Okay.

Can you come tomorrow for three more rounds with him?

Okay, but get him some high heels.

Platform shoes. My nuts feel like billiard balls.

Good evening.

Do you know if this bus stops at General Ricardos?

No.

You don't know or it doesn't stop there?

-It doesn't stop there. -Oh, well.

Does it stop anywhere nearby?

I don't know the area.

I'm from Santander and I've only been in Madrid for 3 weeks.

I'm a substitute teacher and...

Sorry, how rude of me.

You must be thinking: "A teacher?

What's she teaching these kids?"

My name is Adela.

Adela.

I heard you.

And?

And?

And you are...

Pasca.

Pasca?

Where does Pasca come from?

From the gym, from working out.

Is it from Pascual or is it like a nickname from school?

Or a foreign name, from an Eastern country.

I would love to go to Serbia or Slovakia.

Wonderful cultures. My cousin went to Romania...

Pascasio, it's short for Pascasio.

I love it.

The diminutive is original, but the full name has more personality.

Did they name you that for any special reason?

My grandfather.

How nice.

They named me Adela after my grandmother.

She didn't name my mom Adela because she didn't want two Adelas at home.

I understand it, really.

Because I had... when I was a teenager...

I had a boyfriend named after his father.

And I'd call his house and say "Pablo?" and he'd say "Yes."

And I'd say I couldn't wait to see him and talking about last night

and then he'd say "Hold on, I'll get my son."

Anyway... They had the same voice...

-Adela. That's your name, right? -Yes.

Do you always tell your life story

to the first stranger you meet at a bus stop?

No. Once you've been introduced, you're not a stranger.

Why sit here waiting in silence?

Here it comes.

Hi. Does this bus stop at General Ricardos?

Yes, it does.

-Yeah, but I don't get the menu... -You're stuck.

Almost done?

We should be finished this week.

This application will make your brother rich, Pasca.

And me too.

I mean are you almost done. I want to watch a movie.

I don't want you in here busting my balls.

Tell me what you want for dinner. If I lie down, it's lights out.

Gloria's coming over.

I was going to ask you for a little privacy.

Still humping that fat ass?

Don't be a jerk.

-I'll treat you to a movie. -You'll treat me?

So you can fuck your girlfriend? What am I, 15?

You wish, Grandpa.

The screaming doesn't bother me...

-Gloria doesn't scream. -No, you do.

No wonder, with all that weight on top of you...

You're such an asshole.

Save yourself for the blubber dance, kid.

I'm leaving, this is all set. See you tomorrow.

Okay, me too. I'll close this...

Gloria should be here any minute.

-Warn us so we can brace ourselves. -That's enough!

Both of you, that's enough.

You can forget that movie now!

Fonsi. What's up, man?

What are you doing? Why didn't you call me to help you?

I can manage.

-You can manage? -Yeah, I can.

Need pants or anything?

No, I'll just put on some underwear and a T-shirt.

-And you're ready for action. -What are you doing?

What do you think? Taking a dump.

Let me dry off first.

Wait, wait.

Are you serious?

There it is.

-Christ! -Listen...

-Don't touch me! -Sports.

-Don't touch me. -You can't feel it.

-Sports make you shit faster. -Let me out, you're disgusting.

-Shitting in front of me. -It's okay.

Jesus Christ. Let me out.

Okay, go ahead, take it easy.

-Fucking gross. -Go on.

Sports cleanse you, brother. They clean your lungs.

Lungs? You just destroyed mine, asshole.

You're too sensitive. Too sensitive!

Gloria's about to get here and the whole place smells like shit.

I'll do the same when you bring a girl over.

What, spy on me while I'm shitting again?

Schmuck.

Son of a bitch...

Pasca!

Pasca, come and take this down!

-Pasca! -Have fun, bro.

Hey!

-Hi, big brother. -Hi, little brother's girlfriend.

-Is Toni upstairs? -No, he went jogging.

He's up there waiting for you to hump the shit out of him.

You're so crude.

By the way, he was watching a porno, so he might be out of gas.

You're not coming for dinner?

No, you guys can fuck in the bathroom, in the living room,

but not in the kitchen, okay?

When are they coming to fix his chair?

They haven't paid him his pension in 5 months

and they don't give a shit, so you can imagine.

I could talk to the technician who fixes the machines at the clinic.

Yeah?

-Maybe he can fix it. -For free?

Don't worry about it.

I'll handle it.

No, forget it. I don't mind lifting him, he's skinny.

Pasca.

-We need you just to go for a walk. -Thank God.

-Of course I'm grateful. -No.

Thank God it's not you, not even both of us could lift you.

You're the worst.

Have fun. And don't put him on top, his legs are sore.

-How was the fight? -What fight?

Colomo said he got you something with some kid he's training.

-What a schmuck. -Colomo?

Well, him too. I mean the kid.

Typical brat who likes punching people.

He'll end up working as a bouncer at some shithole.

-Sounds like you two hit it off. -We sure did.

The good thing about fighting someone you don't like

is you can beat the shit out of him.

Sparring isn't fighting, you know that.

You get pummeled and can't really hit back.

I've been hit more since I quit boxing

-than with the gloves on. -Well...

Except when you fought me.

-What a bastard. -You wouldn't go down, man.

I'm down now, Pasca.

I've been on the canvas for a long time.

And the count has almost reached ten.

What are you, a poet?

No, I'm the whore that brought you into this world.

Mom, you've really changed.

You haven't found anything?

I found an ulcer.

My unemployment runs out in a couple months.

I don't know how I'm going to pay my mortgage.

We're all in bad shape. At least you have a family.

Maybe it would be easier if I didn't.

For them and for me.

Carmen wouldn't be cleaning stairs if she hadn't married a bum like me.

I'm gonna end up believing it.

I punched you too hard and now you're fucking stupid.

Look. You like it?

Very elegant.

-I had a couple job interviews. -Yeah?

The first was a nightclub.

But they needed somebody younger.

And they're right. The place was posh, very modern.

So what?

Are you saying our generation is out of style?

Our generation is out of everything. It's past.

-I'm sorry, but I disagree. -Go right ahead.

There are people in our generation with awesome jobs.

Who?

Remember Chinarro?

You do, right?

Chinarro is managing a hotel in the Caribbean.

Call him, maybe he'll hire you.

After all the times I beat him up he's going to hire me.

Maybe he would just to fuck with you.

I won't stoop that low. You call him.

-Maybe he'll hire you. -I can't, you know that.

Is your brother still seeing the fat ass?

The blubber ass, yeah.

They've been together a while.

They started one year after the accident. Work it out.

Let her take care of him. Isn't she a physical therapist?

There's no comparison.

Giving massages is one thing, caring for someone

like my brother is another.

Just kicking it, huh?

We're hanging out, kid.

-Well, you shouldn't be. -Chump.

Your buddy says we should. Talk to him.

Give us everything you've got. Now.

Come on!

Two cigarettes and two cheap beers.

How's that?

Do you kids know where you are?

What?

Do you know where you are right now?

Shut your fucking mouth and cough it up!

Let's go!

Okay.

Holy shit, man. Take it easy.

Now you're going to answer my question.

Do you know where we are?

In Vallecas, right?

Vallecas, that's obvious. I mean the place.

In... the titty park?

Good. Very good, little man.

You know what this is?

These hills...

These little mountains aren't natural.

This was a trash heap, a fucking garbage dump.

And since they didn't know how to get rid of all this shit,

they put a rug over it. They buried it under the grass.

Right now we're on top of a mountain of shit.

They put make-up on it, but it's still shit.

You got that?

You might say we're the cherry on top of a shit sundae.

Okay, man.

I like the titty concept better.

Like silicon tits. They look great on the outside.

But they're totally gross on the inside.

If they were natural, it's still nothing to celebrate.

It's all fat. And muscle.

-And blood. -Hey, hey.

Hey, come back here.

Tell me, what was the point of everything I was saying?

-That... -That we're in deep shit, right?

The point was that if you want to rob someone

and get some real money out of them,

you won't find them sitting on a pile of shit.

Go to a rich neighborhood, you idiots.

Take off your jackets, I like them.

What?

The jackets, damn it.

Take it off, bro.

I'm sorry, I really am. There you go, man.

Can we go now?

And your pants.

What?

What do you mean, "what"?

Look, sunshine.

Unbutton them, unzip them

and pull out your legs. Quickly or I'll blow your dick off.

Just please don't rape me, okay?

Dude...

Come on, let's go.

Shit, shit, shit!

Okay?

Okay, now get your asses out of here.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Wait, come back.

Not our underwear, anything but our underwear...

Take the knives.

What?

Take the knives, damn it. How will you rob rich people?

Now get the fuck out of here.

If I see you around here again, I'll blow your dicks off.

Now go. Quickly!

Run faster! One, two!

That's it!

What are you doing with a gun?

It's a toy.

I bought it for Oscar,

but Carmela doesn't want him playing with these things.

Instead of throwing it out,

I kept it and I bring it to these places when I come at night.

Looks real, huh?

Scared the shit out of me. Let's go, I'm hungry.

We'll get a sandwich and some cocktails.

-Put the toy away. -Okay.

How about these jackets I confiscated?

I'll leave the pants, they're gross.

-You're leaving this shit here? -Sure.

The shit will blend with the shit, or the ground will absorb it...

Let's go to the Calilo.

The Calilo? It closed last month.

-Damn, things are bad. -Yeah.

Let's go.

Come on.

-What was the other job? -What other job?

You had a job interview,

one was too modern and they wouldn't let you in...

Yeah, the other job...

It was a consultant job.

-You, a consultant? -Yeah.

Consulting I don't know what.

But they wanted someone who spoke Chinese.

-Chinese? -Yeah. You know, the language.

Those damn Chinese...

Yeah, I've never really liked them...

Because of the food?

I like Chinese bazaars.

Jesus, man. You weren't much help.

Damn it, Alfonso. Again?

Don't even bother, he's totally wasted.

Hi, darling.

Stop it, don't touch me. You're going to wake your son.

Coffee, okay? I'll put him to bed.

First a shower. How about a shower?

No!

You're in fucking bad shape.

Take him to bed, he's just going to throw up anyway.

Damn it, Pasca.

I thought if he was with you this wouldn't happen again.

I'm sorry, it was my fault. I wanted to go out a little while.

A little while? It's 7 in the morning.

I know. I'm sorry. I really am.

No, don't be sorry. It doesn't matter.

Tomorrow he'll do the same thing, with or without you.

Is he that bad?

Yes.

I'm sick of it.

I can't take this situation any longer.

I have to go to work in half an hour

and he was supposed to take my son to school at 9.

Now what do I do? Not go to work or not take him to school?

Go to work. I'll take him to school.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

I'm sure. It's okay.

Pasca...

Let's go.

We'll take a train and run away together.

Are you drunk too or what? It's over, okay?

It's over.

Accept it or I can't come here, period.

-We were wrong to stop. -We were wrong to start.

Fonsi's my friend. And I feel like shit every time

I look at him.

Well, I feel like shit every time he comes home like this.

And lately it's every day.

Carmela, he loves you and he's in the dumps.

What he needs is your help, not your reproaches.

-I have to get dressed for work. -Okay.

You know where the school is?

-Same as last year? -Yeah.

Carmela...

Thanks for the coffee.

It was the cheapest brand I could find.

Good morning!

Sir, you're too late. They already closed.

Sir!

Classes have already begun!

Which room?

The last one, but they already went in.

-That's okay, we can too. -Okay.

-I like how schools smell. -Do you go to another school?

-I did when I was little like you. -You were like me?

Sure. And Mommy and Daddy too.

-What happened to them? -We get old, Oscar.

I don't want to be old.

Me neither. Which classroom?

-This one. -Okay, get in there.

Damn!

Pasca short for Pascasio! What are you doing here?

I came to bring Oscar. But we're late.

Okay.

-Miss, it's closed. -It's okay, Fermin.

Today we'll let it slide.

-I always get the blame. -No, really.

Go drink some water, you look hot.

Bye, Fermin!

Oscar is very smart, you're lucky to have a son like him...

He's not my son, he's my friends'...

Oh, too bad.

Then your friends are lucky. I would love a son like Oscar.

At least I get to enjoy a few hours with him.

With all of them, I mean. They're great kids.

Yeah.

I'm very happy for you. I gotta go.

You didn't say goodbye last night.

Well...

I wanted to go for a walk before I went home.

No reason not to say goodbye.

"I want to take a walk, see you later" would have worked.

Okay, see you around.

The bus left me near home, only a couple streets away.

Yeah?

I'd better go inside, but...

Want to have a drink later and finish the conversation?

I'll give you my number.

Here you go. I won't ask for yours.

I don't want to call you if you don't feel like it.

You'd say you're busy, you're working, you can't...

Anyway, there's my number.

I won't decline my own offer. What do you think?

I think you talk a lot.

It's probably because I'm surrounded by kids all day

and I feel like talking to an adult.

There are plenty of teachers, but they only talk about work.

And they're boring.

All of them.

I better get back to the little monsters.

Great.

Call me?

How about saying goodbye?

Goodbye.

You didn't have to disappear until 10 in the morning.

I thought a stud like you needed time to let it out.

Where were you?

Around. How did it go with Moby Dick?

Great, asshole.

Thanks for the decor you left me. I'm glad Gloria knows you well.

Like a mirror on a hotel ceiling, to get you in the mood.

Let me work, I'm trying to finish this ahead of schedule.

I'm going to take a shower...

and I'm going to work to make some real money.

Sure.

I know you sit there jerking off all day...

-Go take a shower. -This is bad.

Pasca! You are such an asshole.

I'll fix you something.

It's okay, Gloria made a potato omelette.

-A potato omelette? -Yeah.

She knows you like it.

I love them. But hers are disgusting.

-Oh, they are? -Disgusting.

You devoured it last time, so you must like it.

Is that what you tell the whale when you want a blowjob?

-I'm not listening to you. -But you do.

Leave me alone, go take a shower.

Schmuck!

I need more work.

Hi, Colomo, how are you?

What you need is better manners.

You look like you haven't slept.

And you look like you don't care that I need work.

If I'm right, we're going to have a problem.

Especially you.

-You got up angry today. -I didn't go to bed.

-You didn't go to bed angry. -Got anything or not?

Weren't you back at Chucho's gym?

That's crap, I need more.

-What have you got? -Not much.

I have almost nothing. No.

I can give you flyers to put in mailboxes on the way over.

Okay.

Another thing.

Got anything for Fonsi?

Hell no.

Why not?

I don't work with alcoholics.

Bullshit. You work with people much worse.

The last time I got him work he screwed up big time.

I can't let it happen again, not with things as they are.

Come on, something simple.

Painting, unloading boxes...

He already unloaded boxes.

He showed up drunk off his ass.

He broke the merchandise and punched the manager.

I lost the client.

The bastard didn't tell me.

The bastard probably doesn't even remember.

He doesn't have any brain cells left.

Look, Pasca.

If he cleans up his act, I don't know...

I could hook him up sparring,

but he's too scrawny.

He can't get hit in the head, I told you.

Not after the beating you gave him.

Damn! That fight was fucking amazing.

Anyway...

Where do I get the flyers?

Let me know when something comes up.

Things always come up.

But you know what kind.

Something legal, Colomo.

Well, it's not exactly legal, but very productive and very safe.

If it's not legal, it's not safe. I can't afford to be locked up.

Right.

Is your brother back on his feet?

I mean, how is he?

He's fine, thanks.

Does Chucho's kid hit hard?

Let's go!

Go for it. Quit screwing around.

Come on!

Harder.

That's it. One, two. Up, down. Come on!

What's wrong, can't take a punch?

Mario!

No elbows, this is boxing! Stop!

Damn it!

You okay, Pasca? Can you continue?

Okay, back to work.

Can you keep going?

Next time I'll knock you out. I swear.

Come on, Mario. Get your guard up.

Come on, start dancing. Move your feet.

That's it, come on.

Keep going.

Hit him.

You like touching my ass, huh? Faggot.

Damn it, Mario, let's go!

Get your guard up.

Move your head, damn it!

Come on, stop whining.

Go!

Mario!

Cut that shit out already!

Stop!

You fucking...

Pasca...

Look, kid.

Either learn the rules or you can forget boxing.

Do that in a fight and you'll be disqualified!

I don't train guys who lose their cool. Got it?

Then go hit the bag!

Pasca.

How are you?

-Compared to what? -Here.

Drink some water and we'll call it a day.

No, I need the cash.

Don't worry, you've already earned it.

Go home and get some rest. Go on.

Damn.

I'm saying you die sooner.

That's what I mean, I would have died 40 years before I was born.

What bullshit.

If being frozen one month takes away one year of your life...

-Did you pick up Curro's mattress? -Yeah.

It wouldn't fit in the closet...

Jesus Christ!

It's too loud.

-Want to join us? -Come on, it's really good.

No, I'm gonna lie down.

-You sure? -I'm sure.

In the small bedroom.

I had to make it shorter, but it came out perfect.

"LATER" IS NOW CALL ME

Been waiting long?

I'm late, I got a little lost. Well, lost.

You either get lost or you don't, you can't get "a little" lost.

I got the right subway line and the right stop,

but I took the wrong exit.

I talk a lot, right?

My mom used to say "You talk even underwater."

When I was little at school they'd put masking tape on me.

First they tried normal Scotch tape,

but it came off when it got wet.

But not masking tape. It was gross and very sticky.

If I ever did such a thing to my students, I'd get arrested.

Hi. What can I get you?

I'll have a beer. Wait, what are you having?

-That's a large beer. -A large.

Fine, bring me a large. And another for you, you're almost done.

-Okay, great. -Excuse me.

Yes?

Have you got any masking tape?

-A short piece, like this? -No.

Never mind, thanks.

-Can I? -Yes.

Yes, drink.

Drink.

I'm blown away. Totally blown away.

-The one with the long moustache? -Yeah.

I know who you mean.

I have a dog in Santander.

What brand?

Golden Retriever.

Cinnamon color, right?

-Yes. -Yellowish dog.

Svenson, right? The capillary factor?

-Hulk Hogan is super tacky. -Why? That long blonde hair...

-Long? Down to here. -Well, he was old.

-Because of Marilyn Manson. -Very Manson.

Two more beers?

Okay, I don't have class tomorrow.

And I haven't gone out for ages, so let's make the most of it.

Next time you call me.

Hey, don't worry, okay?

I know there's an unwritten rule that says

that new friends have to take turns calling each other.

Basically to see if the interest is mutual.

I imagine that's why you said it.

-No. -No?

No. I said it because...

if I call you, I'll max out my 300 minutes per month.

So if I wanted to be a boxer you would train me?

I'm not a trainer, I'm a sparring partner.

I box against them

so they can practice.

They have different exercises and one of them

is to get in the ring with me and box.

But it's not like...

Do you hit them back?

Not as hard as I'd like to, but...

So you're the punching bag.

I don't believe in "best friends."

I think it's like...

getting "a little" lost. There's no middle ground.

A friend is a friend.

And they do anything for you, or they're not your friend.

Well, that's true.

But I think some friends will do anything for you to a certain limit

and you can't rule them out.

I think you can. I would do anything for a friend, there's no limit.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Wanna be my friend?

Well, I could...

I could help you with a problem, but listening to it...

-Here we are. -Thank you.

Okay, we've covered the friend topic.

I know you're a very good friend. Family.

Family. I live with my brother.

Is he younger? Older than you?

Ten years younger, my parents slipped up.

And... why does he live with you? Because of the crisis?

Well, that's part of it too,

but it's not the only reason.

Tell me.

A few years ago...

in a car accident...

my parents died and my brother was left in a wheelchair.

So I've been taking care of him and living with him ever since.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

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

I don't know what to say.

Now that's difficult.

Girlfriend?

I had a girlfriend. One.

And what happened?

I had to get rid of her.

Why?

She talked too much.

Look, that might be your ex-girlfriend who talked too much.

-Excuse me for a second. -Sure.

A bar just called.

Fonsi's drunk, he started a fight and passed out in the bathroom.

Damn.

They said if nobody comes for him they'll call the police but I can't

because I'm with Oscar

and I can't do this anymore.

Okay, take it easy. I'll go.

I'm sick of it, Pasca. Sick of it.

It's okay. Text me the address, I'll handle it.

I'm sorry, but I have to go.

Did something happen?

No, everything's fine.

-Want me to go with you? -No, thanks.

Your buddy fucking trashed my bathroom!

I was about to call the police.

20 bucks.

Okay.

How are you?

What do you think?

I think you're how you look. And you look like shit.

I'm screwed, Pasca.

Life is fucking the shit out of me.

You're fucking up your own life, Fonsi.

You didn't take advantage...

and hump me in the ass, did you?

Or fuck my wife, maybe.

No.

I didn't hump you in the ass.

Thank you.

But if you keep this up, she's gonna leave your ass.

Do you have to turn around everything I say?

No, I'm gonna turn over. Your breath stinks, kid.

Fonsi.

What is it, darling?

Your wife...

Yeah, I know.

What do you know?

She's gonna leave me.

You're making it a very easy decision for her.

At least I'm making one thing in life easy for her.

Well, put yourself in her place.

I can't, you're there.

What?

You're in her place, she sleeps on that side.

You are such a fucking idiot.

Hi. I was worried. Did something happen?

Adela. Adela. Adela.

I kept calling and it said your cell was off or out of range.

Adela, I'm fine.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry for leaving yesterday like that.

I hope it wasn't serious.

No, nothing serious, don't worry.

Okay, in that case I will say I was a little pissed off.

You left without any explanation and I was very worried.

I know, I'm sorry, really.

Do you feel like meeting today and picking up where we left off?

Well...

This time it was my turn to call you.

We broke the unwritten rule. What if the interest isn't mutual?

Well, when I turned on my cell I had 12 missed calls.

They can't be all mine.

No, only 10 were yours.

So technically we haven't broken the unwritten rule.

You called me first.

Well...

And how are you going to make it up to me?

I was thinking of dinner.

Since you said you're such a great cook,

I was thinking you could make your famous hake in green sauce

that you say is so, so, so great.

You've got some nerve!

Okay.

I'll try the fish shop, but I can't promise anything.

Hey.

My missing brother.

Hi, Pasca. Do you want a filet?

No, don't worry about it.

Well? How are you?

Fine, you?

Fine. Well, I could be...

better or I could be worse.

You're not sleeping here, are you?

Why?

No, just curious.

No, you were here with your girl and I thought, what for?

Pasca!

-I almost burned myself. -Touch her ass again...

What, are you gonna peg me with a flying kick?

Come on, get up.

-Be a man. -I'll peg you with a flying potato.

She didn't even feel it. Look at her ass.

Look at my hand. She didn't even notice.

Will you quit screwing around and make the salad?

You're too giddy. Did you sleep in some girl's bed?

I did, but without a girl.

-You're so cryptic. -Cryptic?

Where did you get that word?

-Are you a professor? -No, but you went to school.

-You should know what it means. -I didn't finish.

I know what "conceited" means, but I don't use it in conversations.

-Are you calling me conceited? -Are you calling me cryptic?

-Two crazy goats. -And a cow.

-Pasca! -They're the same family.

No. Cows are bovine, goats are not.

They're ovine.

No.

No?

No.

-What are they? -Caprine.

-Caprine? -Caprine.

Caprine, caprine, caprine.

Well?

Say something.

You know what I'm savoring?

The hake?

The... your...

Your silence.

Your silence.

It's wonderful, really.

Is it good or not?

Well, it's not...

great, but don't worry about it. I can eat it.

Yeah, I knew it...

This is my friend's place, I don't know the oven.

It has to be at home at a temperature...

Adela. Adela.

It's fantastic.

-Delicious, really. -Really?

Really.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Come to Santander and taste real hake.

Obviously the markets here don't have

the same hake we have up there.

Up there it's straight from the sea and here it comes in trucks

-and it loses its properties... -Adela.

-Adela. -Yes?

Let's toast.

Okay.

To the best hake in green sauce, even if it came in a truck.

Who knows, it could be from a fish farm...

It got to the fish market somehow, it didn't walk there.

No, I doubt it.

To the best hake in green sauce,

wherever it came from and however it got here, it's delicious.

And it could have been better.

Then to the best hake in green sauce that could have... You know what?

To the cook.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

My grandmother gave me this

seven years ago.

I was her only granddaughter and she adored me.

But it's falling apart and I can't fix it up.

I asked the banks for loans and they said no.

And I can't maintain it. You know how much tax I pay?

What are you going to do?

Sell it off cheap, probably.

And it really hurts,

not only because my mother and grandparents grew up there.

Because I had a dream which was to live there

and build a toy library and nursery school behind it.

Anyway... It's just a dream.

-What about you? -Me?

Tell me, what are your dreams? You must have some.

No...

Well, I have a dream but it's impossible.

No dream is impossible.

But some dreamers don't want it badly enough.

What? What's so funny?

Where did you get that expression?

It's very pretty and I'm sure it's helped lots of people.

Sure, like Paulo Coelho, Bucay, people selling self-help books.

-I think it's true. -You do?

Why don't you apply it to yourself?

Sure, you talked about your dream and left out the expression.

Then I tell you mine and boom, you hit me with it.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Because my dream doesn't depend on me.

-No? -No.

I'd have to win the lottery or something.

Well, my dream depends on someone inventing a time machine.

Which is more impossible?

-I can't argue with that. -Now that's difficult.

Okay, let's assume someone's invented a time machine.

-So... -Okay, okay.

What would you do? Travel to the past or future?

Traveling to the future has no merit.

Why?

Because. You can do it with a closet.

Sure. You get in the closet, when you come out, it's the future.

An hour, two hours, a day, whatever.

It's true, you're traveling in real time, but it works...

Okay, you've invented a closet that goes to the future.

Let's assume you have another one that goes to the past.

What would you do in the past?

I'd brake at that stop sign.

-I'm sorry. -I am such a fucking idiot.

What an idiot.

No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up.

No, maybe we can talk about it. It's fine with me.

It happened 5 years ago, so...

And...

you were driving the car?

Yes, I was driving the car.

-I'm sorry. -It's okay.

Are you okay?

I'm great.

For a second there, I thought you were going to talk during the kiss.

I was about to.

Shut up, shut up!

Let's call it a day.

Yeah, I can't take this shit anymore.

-Let's go down for some beers. -Okay.

Where is your brother?

I don't know. I think he met a girl.

Lately he showers more and he's never around.

How do I get you down? Is your chair fixed?

No, but Gloria's on her way over.

We'll call Pedro and Esteban. They can help, it's only one floor.

Tell Pedro to bring his sister, she's a rocket.

What? She looks just like him. Doing her would be like doing Pedro.

Why don't you cut off your legs?

What?

No, I mean...

since you don't use them, for comfort...

Sure.

Sure. Why don't you cut off your dick?

You don't use it.

They're a burden for you.

Two burdens.

Hey. What's up?

What?

You're... kidding.

You're fucking kidding me.

I'm on my way. I'm on my way.

Pasca.

You're an idiot.

You're fucking irresponsible!

-It's okay. -It's only a small fracture.

What about you? How could you take him out?

-How could you? -I'm sorry.

-You're sorry? -Don't talk to her like that.

If you want to go out, you call me!

-Why didn't you call me? -Because I'm not your prisoner!

Get that into your head, damn it.

Gloria, give us a second.

Pasca, we have to talk.

I don't know what the fuck about.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I don't want to keep living like this.

Like what?

-Like this, Pasca. -Like this.

The way we're living, damn it.

I don't understand, bro.

I don't understand.

-I'm not a little kid anymore. -And?

We've lived together for a long time and I have a girlfriend...

I'd like to live together.

-By together I mean with her. -Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Look.

I have to be with you, okay? So I can take care of you...

I can take care of myself. I can't walk, but I'm not stupid.

Gloria can help me, she has been...

Yeah, I can see what a big fucking help she is.

They all carried me down, we went to the bar on the corner,

I got drunk and I fell. You've never fallen drunk?

-I'm not allowed to get drunk? -You shouldn't.

Why the fuck not? I'm a normal person who does normal things.

Look, get this into your fucking head.

I have to be here, to take care of you so nothing happens to you.

You were there the day this happened to me too.

-I'm sorry... -No, I'm the one who's sorry.

No, listen, damn it. You're my brother.

You've taken care of me and worried about me

more than anyone else all these years.

I'll be grateful until the day I die.

But I want to live my life now.

And I think you should start living yours.

I am living my life.

No, you're living the life you were dealt because of me.

You think I'm stupid?

You think I don't know what you've given up for me?

What I did was screw up your life.

My life isn't screwed up. Listen to me.

I'm happy.

I'm happy.

I have a girl who loves me the way I am and I worship her.

I have awesome friends.

I work doing what I like.

And most of all...

I have a brother who's the best thing that's every happened to me.

-I love you so much. -I love you too.

Okay, okay.

I'm really glad you're with Gloria.

-She's really awesome. -Yes, she is.

-I mean it. -I know.

Without that fat ass wider than a movie screen...

-she'd be perfect. -Who said I don't like fat asses?

Fat asses are fine, but hers is an exaggeration.

Give me two days.

-Two days. -That doesn't matter.

Listen, I don't mean for you. Not for you or her.

I'm saying for me.

Really.

You're right.

Give me two days.

Damn...

Ow, careful.

-Your arm... -Okay.

Carmela is staying with her sister.

She took Oscar with her.

I'm sorry.

Not as sorry as I am.

Do you need anything?

I need everything.

I need to work. I need my wife. I need my son.

You need dignity.

Dignity is overrated, Pasca.

Look.

No matter how hard life hits you,

no matter how humiliated you feel, if you have dignity,

you can get it all back.

Dignity is gained by respect, honey. And I don't respect myself.

-Then start, darling. -How the hell can I?

I fucked everything up.

I've lost everything.

A part of me is glad Carmela left me.

Why do you say that?

They're evicting me.

They're taking away my apartment next week.

They're kicking me out of my home for missing two fucking payments.

And they want me to keep paying.

If I couldn't pay these last months, how the fuck can I pay the rest?

Motherfuckers!

If it weren't for the neighbors, I'd burn the apartment.

-Burn the bank. -Yeah. That would be better.

What if you could pay what you owe right now?

Right now?

I couldn't even pay for the wine you just threw away.

I stole it from a store on the way here.

Give me two days.

And don't do anything stupid.

Yes?

Colomo. I have to see you.

Come by in a couple hours. I have two meetings.

Okay. See you at your office.

I'm practically giving it away. It's a big property.

Yeah, I know...

Look, with things as they are, it's a great opportunity.

You know what that house means to me.

I feel like I'm giving away my past and future.

Look, I'm coming to Santander...

so if you want we can meet on Monday and talk about it.

Okay, goodbye.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you angry?

-Why do you ask? -Because you only said hi.

I don't feel like talking.

Because of this morning?

I'm really sorry. I tried to call but you weren't answering...

That's not why. Actually, maybe a little.

I don't want to be with someone who takes off running

without explaining...

My brother got drunk and fell.

Is he okay?

Yeah, he's okay. Well, he's got a small fracture,

but I was scared. Very.

But I shouldn't have left like that. And it's the second time.

Well, I understand.

And I would have understood if you'd stopped one second

to explain it to me.

I'm sorry.

Why are you leaving?

The other teacher is back and school is out in 3 weeks.

I don't think they'll call me again.

Are you leaving today?

No. Tomorrow's my last day of class.

After school I'll get my stuff and I'm going to Santander.

Tomorrow. Can you stay a couple days longer?

I have to do something about the house.

You're selling it?

I can't keep maintaining it.

What if you had the money?

You know what I would do if I had the money.

But I'd have to win the lottery, and I don't even play.

Would you take on a partner?

I'd do anything to not have to lose that house.

Okay, here's what we'll do.

You go to Santander, but wait two days before selling.

Okay?

Okay, but I don't understand.

Okay. Right now I have to go.

Because I have to talk to a guy who can solve your problem.

Okay. If you have to go, then go.

Adela...

You know what?

I still have an hour before I talk to him.

I don't know, an hour to...

say goodbye to you.

-Properly. -Okay.

Only an hour?

Hold on, hold on.

Take it easy. Explain.

-Okay, shortly after we talked... -Yeah.

Fonsi showed up and demanded that I put him in a Gods and Dogs...

What's a Gods and Dogs?

It's an illegal fight organized by the local mafia. Huge bets.

-You put Fonsi in a fight? -Let me go.

-He held me at gunpoint! -You're fucking dead.

He did, I swear!

He pulled a gun on me. You have to believe me, I swear.

I said no. No fucking way.

You asked me not to give him fights and I said I wouldn't give him work.

Please, believe me. The fucker pulled a gun on me.

Like this.

And he forced me to call them and say I had a dog.

What does that mean?

Please, listen.

It's not a normal fight.

It's a fucking massacre.

People don't go to see a fight, they go to see blood.

One guy destroying another.

There's a fighter.

A god.

In perfect shape, nasty temper. A fucking sadist.

Then there's the dog.

Some bum they find anywhere who does what he can.

Go on.

People bet on how long the dog will stay on its feet.

On when his ears will start bleeding,

how many broken bones he'll end up with,

if he'll get a punch in...

What the fuck are you saying?

Remember how the Romans threw Christians to the lions?

This time Fonsi is the Christian.

When is it?

-Tomorrow afternoon. -Tomorrow?

Yeah. And I'm lucky Fonsi showed up.

I still hadn't found a dog.

-Where? -I don't know, I swear.

They don't tell me until 2 hours before the fight.

How much do they pay?

After my commission...

Commission? You piece of shit!

Which in this case would be zero percent,

around 6 thousand euros.

That ain't shit.

I know, it won't even cover his hospital bill.

The last guy's still in a coma.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Don't be.

That's it.

Let's go.

-Nobody's here yet. -They're on their way.

This place is deserted.

Colomo!

Colomo.

Pay me.

-Don't worry, you'll get yours. -No.

I want my money. Now.

What?

I want the money or I won't fight.

Don't fuck with me, you'll get me in trouble.

Holy shit. You?

You're my rival?

This is a fucking gift.

You know you're dead meat, right?

He has no idea how hard I'm gonna beat his ass.

Hey. You.

Dickhead, I'm talking to you.

I'm talking to you, asshole.

You won't see it coming.

You're dead, you son of a bitch.

This won't be over until I knock every single tooth out.

I'm gonna crush your fucking balls, you faggot.

And I'm gonna enjoy it.

Easy, Mario.

Let's go!

Come on, damn it!

What's up?

Blood! Blood!

You want blood?

You want blood?

Who wants blood?

Who wants blood?

Who wants blood?

I'll give you blood!

You're dead, motherfucker.

Here we go!

You want blood?

Are we gonna start this or what?

God!

Let's go!

Holy shit!

Get your life back, buddy.

I'm gonna start mine.