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Sometimes I imagine myself neglecting my baby.

Another night I get lost, with the lights

I can't even see my reflection anymore.

I look for your eyes until they see me.

but your pupil flows slowly.

When I get home I find him with his eyes swollen from crying.

Looking at me like an orphan.

Tomorrow I'll regret that what I took moves what I feel.

Another night I get lost in my bubble

and they steal all my insides.

I feel sorry for him, but I feel no guilt.

THE LEFT-HANDED SON

THE OLD BLOCK

Here, let me help you.

I just got a call from the police station.

Why is he there? Why don't they bring him home?

I guess I have to withdraw the report.

-Where was he? -I don't know, he'll tell me now.

Have you called Dad?

He won't answer the phone.

You can't drive with your arm like that.

I'll take a taxi.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

My name is Lola Izquierdo, I just got a call.

I reported my son missing three days ago.

They said he's here, I'm here to pick him up.

-What's your son's name? -Lorenzo.

Lorenzo what?

Gómez Frías.

-Right. The baldie. -What?

Your son was arrested, you can't take him now.

Arrested for what?

Sit over there and a colleague will be right with you, okay?

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Wacko's mother.

Lorenzo's friend, he's with him.

I heard you say you're his mother.

I didn't have time to put on my shoes, I ran out the door.

Let's go.

Have you been waiting long?

A while.

Do you know why they're there?

A fight.

A fight? With who?

That's all they told me.

They're probably chewing them out.

NO ENTRY

Ma'am, where are you going?

You can't be in here.

I want to see my son.

He can't be alone, he's a minor.

A little angel. Come with me.

Didn't you hear me?

You don't ask her for ID.

Keep quiet. Ma'am, please.

Are you Wacko?

Depends.

Where is Lorenzo?

Ma'am, you have to leave.

Tell him I'm here.

-You coming? -Shut up.

Did you see them?

What's up.

-Have you seen him yet? -Yes.

Why is he at the police station?

He got arrested, for a fight.

No, Mom, there's no way. You must have misunderstood.

Nobody gets arrested for a fight.

-Why not? That's what they said. -Who said that?

Didn't she ask?

Did the police say that?

Not them.

Then who told you that?

Who are you with? Why don't you ask?

Nobody, never mind. I'll find out.

What did Dad say?

He still won't answer.

Great timing, as usual.

It was in his room. Ask her

-which police station. -Which police station?

What for?

I'm going to call Grandma.

Don't even think about it.

You're not well,

you need help.

I'm perfectly fine. If you really want to help me,

leave Grandma out of it.

Ask her if she said who she is.

Did you say who you are?

Mom.

Mom, are you there?

Tell Grandma I'm hanging up.

To stay there and not leave you alone.

Did you hear that, Mom?

Always going it alone.

It's your mother's handwriting.

"Sometimes I imagine myself neglecting my baby.

I leave him alone at night.

-Unattended." -Stop, Grandma.

Give it to me.

She's delusional like her father.

Nothing in her head but delusions.

My mother makes me nervous too.

Yes?

My husband is Rodrigo Gómez Frías.

Lorenzo is his son.

One minute.

Ma'am.

Thank God.

Not you. Wait there. They'll be right with you.

Please, sit down.

First I want to see my son.

He's fine, but you can't see him right now. Please, sit down.

Why not?

Because your son is in a line-up.

What's going on? Why was he arrested?

We think he and his friend beat up another kid, a Moroccan.

Beat up how bad?

He's in the hospital.

How do they know it was him?

There's a witness who barely got away.

He's identifying them right now.

Another Moroccan.

They're your son's.

Why would he beat a Moroccan?

Because your son is a skinhead.

I'm surprised you don't know.

A baldie.

This time they went too far.

What's going to happen now?

If they press charges, he'll go to juvenile court.

They'll open an investigation for possible assault.

And if not?

If they don't press charges, we'll have to let him go.

How's he doing?

How would you be if someone did that to your face?

The hospital said he's out of danger.

Thank goodness.

My son turns 18 in one month.

You’re late.

I want to see him.

Why is he in there?

We don't have cells for minors.

He can't see or hear you.

Has he seen a doctor?

There's no need.

What do you mean?

Can't you see his eye?

-Why is he laughing? -You should know.

He's your son, not mine.

There's a diner across the street

that doesn't close.

We have your phone number.

Where will the calm come from?

Where the broom bushes grow.

The lighthouse moves its back.

Distortion and reality to fill it with foam.

On a fleeting wave.

As it comes, so it goes.

I want to stay and live above the sea.

A rising whirlpool.

Spinning around the present. I want to escape from my mind.

Where will the calm come from?

Where the broom bushes grow.

The lighthouse moves its back.

Black coffee with a little whiskey.

-Just a little. -Which whiskey?

Good evening.

Good evening.

Doesn't matter. Just black.

Umbrella by the door.

Coca-Cola Zero sugar.

-Are those muffins from today? -Yesterday.

Give me one, who cares.

It's still practically yesterday, right?

Thanks for telling me.

I hope they tell us something soon.

I have to be on the other side of Seville in a little while.

I work at the industrial park. Know where that is?

Fucking far away.

From here I have to take two buses

and walk for a while.

What do you do?

I'm a computer scientist.

Clean.

I'm a cleaner.

Yesterday my ass!

Check the date.

What a mess.

Do you have more kids?

A girl.

Older or younger?

Older. 20 years old.

And the father?

At a convention. Out of town.

I have two more.

Wacko is the oldest.

10 and 12 years old.

They're with their grandma, she lives with us.

And the father?

He died 5 years ago.

Wacko is just like him.

A rebel.

Sometimes, when I've had it, I tell him:

"What's the problem? You don't care how I feel?"

And he says: "Feelings are worthless, Mom."

What a character.

But the son of a bitch might end up being right.

Feelings for what?

For this?

I've got a knot right here.

Yes?

Thank you very much.

I'll be right there, yeah.

What did they say?

They're not pressing charges. They have to let them go.

Thank God.

My bill, hers too.

-With a card. -The dataphone doesn't work.

I have money.

-How much is it? -5 euros.

Charging me for the muffin?

You fucking ate it.

I don't know...

I look like a beggar.

Wait.

I'll go with you, it's pouring. I have an umbrella.

Tell your son not to come near mine again.

How are you, Loren?

Are you stupid? Are you stupid or what?

Ma'am.

You have to sign, your son is a minor. Please.

Here.

Here you go.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Look all you want, it has no battery.

-What are you doing? -Hey, hey, hey. Sit back down.

Ma'am, come and sign as well, please.

Come here.

Make sure all the money's there. They have sticky fingers.

Sticky fingers.

And let this be the last time

I see you two, this is already getting old.

-Like you. -Like me?

Get out.

Let's go.

Goodbye, Loren.

See you.

Come on, let's go home to sleep.

What?

-What are you doing? -I can't.

You can't what?

The seat belt, I can't get it in.

I ate what I had on me. It's hitting me now.

What did you eat?

Nothing.

Everything.

Let me do it.

Close the door.

Damn, I'm in bad shape.

Close it.

What happened to your arm?

I fell.

When?

When you were out there playing hide-and-seek.

Probably high.

Like me. Chip off the old block.

Wacko!

How do you know him?

Tomorrow I won't remember.

Spare me the lecture, spare both of us.

I don't care if you remember, you're going to hear it.

If you start I'll jump out of the car.

Jump.

-You want me to jump? -If you want to, jump.

You'll do whatever you want, as usual.

Where are you going?

To the hospital.

What for?

To see a doctor. Have you seen your eye?

Damn, yeah, my eye.

That Arab son of a bitch.

That Arab son of a bitch?

-You almost killed him. - I didn't do anything to anybody.

What do you mean? I saw the photo.

-Drop it. -I saw the photo and weapons.

-I said drop it. -I won't drop it.

Keep going and I swear I'll jump out of the car.

Go ahead, just stop saying it.

Where is Dad?

In Barcelona.

In Barcelona, saving the world.

Superdad.

I don't know who put those ideas in your head.

-But I'll get them out. -How?

You'll rip it off?

The weapons aren't mine, they're Wacko's.

He hid them in the park but I didn't use them.

You don't believe me?

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo!

Where will the calm come from?

Where the broom bushes grow.

The lighthouse moves its back.