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HARD KNOCKS

Good evening, Vallecas. Good evening, Madrid.

The voice is also a weapon and you're free to say what you want,

to complain, and to change things you don't agree with.

But say it, lift up your voice, let it be heard.

Radio Vallecas, 107.5 FM,

and the time is 1:07 in the morning.

The first hours of spring have brought

rain and storms. Welcome to The Mixmaster...

This is my first night shift.

Let's see how l go.

One thing l'm sure of,

that of all the jobs l've had

this is the coolest.

l love driving,

though for me... l love boxing the best.

lf only l could live from it.

And crossing the ''pond'' is the real fantasy.

l can't complain,

six fights, six victories.

For now l'm doing fine with the taxi.

l pay the rent, my stuff.

Besides, in this job l feel useful and that's good.

l'd love to have my own taxi.

l've got the right stuff, Mariano's always telling me.

Shit, l'm going to train harder.

l'm 23 and l'm going to do important things in life.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Two... four...

...seven, eight, nine, ten...

...three... Five, six...

Mariano, do you know who my rival is yet?

Relax, Fran, you'll find out close to Saturday.

Come on! That's it, dodge him!

An cross! A left! That's it! There!

Maria, where's that right, the boyfriend killer?

Vicky! Protect your face!

Punches aren't just for connecting. Come on.

Fran, one, two. Hit harder. The fight's coming soon.

Jorge, don't be a pussy. Girls sweat more than you.

Come on! Sharp! Sharp!

Sure.

lf l catch you there pissing about...

-Hi. -Hi.

l don't want any nonsense, got it?

l'm hearing things l don't like one bit.

What's up?

-Maria. -Hi.

Vicky.

Why don't you sign up?

You'd be a star.

What you mean, man? l get totally lost.

And l say you'd be a star.

See you. l'll bring it tomorrow.

So?

You're disgusting.

Fix yourself up.

Give me that. You guys are nuts.

You fucked Jero?

You wish. Fuck you.

You wouldn't believe how hot he is.

Tell me.

Pamelita, that's all l ask of a man.

Those eyes, that mouth, those arms...

that booty!

Girl, get to the point!

How does he tussle?

You wouldn't believe him in the one on one.

l was right into it, but...

the guy's insatiable, l can't take it.

Fifty.

Let's go.

Pills?

Lend me some money, Parsi.

How much?

-To pay this term's classes. -But give it back.

ln a few days.

At this rate l won't save anything.

Me neither.

With 400 euros in the bank, like fuck l'll save.

l keep telling myself l'll save up for a flat.

l fucking never will.

And l won't get a taxi.

lf l do, it'll be from scratch.

l got to take a piss. Give me some for a beer.

Or a whole bottle.

lt's for everyone.

Fuck.

You want something?

What?

Motherfucker.

Fat motherfucker.

He fucked me over, girl.

He sees me and says: ''Let's see your CV.

This says Morocco, right?'' l say, ''Yes''.

He says, ''We'll call you''.

But l knew, he just saw color. l've been around.

Forget it. 300 euros for 8 hours?

No, you can do better.

300 euros? l could pay for my course with that.

As if that's so great.

You need money to get out of here.

Forget some bullshit degree.

That's easy to say.

Something cool is coming and when l'm living large,

you'll be giving me private manicures.

Get down from the clouds.

What clouds?

-The ones in your head. -Are you a total dick?

We've got to look for a regular job.

Yeah, like Nitzia. Fuck that.

Come on, Fran!

Hit high!

There.

You got him, Fran. Hit him!

Hit him!

Let's go!

He's yours!

Come on!

You got him!

Good. Very good!

Fran, in the corner.

...seven, eight...

nine, ten... K.O.!

Victory by a knockout in the third round...

Fran...''Bullet''...

Rodriguez!

You smell great.

Don't go. Stay with me.

You want me to miss out on six grand?

No, l'm not that dumb.

l don't care about any six grand.

Babe, money is everything.

lf all goes well tonight,

we'll go on a week's holiday.

We'll hire a car and you can drive.

We'll go where you like.

Oh, Fran. lt's so nice.

You like it?

Be careful, okay?

l'm always careful.

-What are you into? -l don't know. What you got?

For fucking, crystals, for dancing...

What do you want?

For fucking.

No, l know him.

How are you doing, Coco?

-Are they any good? -Sure they are.

Stop staring.

Why? What's wrong?

-What's she on about? -What do you mean?

Be right back.

lf they're smart, they'll cough up.

-The pills and the cash. -What pills?

What do you mean ''what pills''?

Where's the money?

Motherfucker!

Come on, split! Split!

Let's go to him.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

He's cute, huh, Nitzia?

His name's Yuri. l've seen him round the way.

He sure is a hottie.

How come you haven't had him?

-What? You dickhead! -You ''ho''.

And you're a dickhead.

You're worse, letting that hunk get away.

lf l had that hottie...

You talk like that because you don't have my dad.

He doesn't have to know, right?

Do you like to feel Muslim?

l don't know who l am anymore.

That Arab's got to spread her legs.

l'm going. l got to get to work.

Here, finish it off.

-Ciao, Parsi. -Ciao.

-Good luck. -Let's go.

Come here, quick!

Come on, shit! Move it!

No, get out of here, you're trouble.

Suit yourself. Get in.

Drive.

Let's go. Go.

l'm on it.

Hold still!

You look beautiful.

Do you feel it?

You got no respect for me. Maria's my friend.

Check it out.

Check it out.

You going to leave me like this?

Yes!

Yes!

You bring me luck, gorgeous.

ONE YEAR LATER

l'd was so crazy about Fran

that l kept going with him.

Here's comes that bitch.

But l'm not going with a guy that needs other women.

l can't stand seeing Juanita.

We were like sisters and she betrayed me.

Bitch!

-You talking to me? -Yeah.

Say it to my face.

Stay away from me, scumbag.

l'd kick your ass.

You're an animal. lt runs in your family.

Don't you mention my family, you got me?

You don't scare me.

lf you want, we can sort it out tonight.

Whenever you like.

-Eleven. -Okay.

-ln the pines. -Okay.

Yes, ma'am.

Lucia, my baby.

Where's Grandma?

Where's Dad?

Daddy. Where's Daddy?

How gorgeous.

Hit me again, and l'll smash your face. Get off!

You're trippin'!

That clown...

Be quick, l got to use the room.

-Shut up and eat. -They're a drag.

lf anything happens to me, take care of the girl.

Don't let her go without, Daddy.

Promise?

Don't think about that now.

Where are you going?

l won't be long.

-''l won't be long''? -l'll be quick.

Come here. Come here, Fran.

You're not going out again?

Yes, l am.

You'll never keep your man that way.

What if he finds out you go out every night?

That's no way to get respect.

l know how to get respect.

Start by respecting your daughter.

How can you go out? Can't you see she's awake?

Let me live my life, l know what's good for me.

-l don't want to be like you. -Girl, please.

Listen to me. Don't go out, please.

l'm going to do what l want.

Cute guys.

Like a blowjob?

These sluts are gagging for it. Shall we fuck 'em?

l'd do 'em twenty times over.

Hey, give me a whisky.

-Hold on, motherfucker. -Give me a whisky, fuck.

-Fuck! -30 euros.

Just a blowjob for the kid.

-Jesus, man. -Come on, Tiri.

Give me 30 euros.

Don't be shy, Tiri. Take this.

Give me the gun.

What gun, you dick?

-Give it back or l'll kill you. -What is this? Get off.

-Give me the fucking gun! -What gun?

-Do you hear me? -No!

l'll kill you, you fag. Cocksucker!

l remember Juanita coming here from Cali.

We made friends, we were inseparable.

We have to work this out. This makes no sense.

Guys, come over here.

Alright then, Tiri.

Lucia told me you were being naughty up there.

-You're letting me down. -Dude...

l'm sick to fuck of square roots.

l'm giving it a miss.

-You have to make an effort. -Yeah.

l want you to be a tiger down here and up there.

lf not, no more boxing.

Okay?

Now have a shower and get studying.

-Let's see to this hair. -A lot of good it'll do me.

-Let's liven up, eh, Juanita? -Take five years off me.

Don't get snarly.

lf l don't fake the lD l'll get nothing.

They won't ask for it if you look cute.

Show me how to lie, l'm no good at it.

Tease it up here... You'll look great.

That's right.

Lola, it's so great you're here.

But sweetie, we're at home now.

You're going on holiday with him.

Alright, champ, l've got a rival for you.

Nina ''Hurricane'' Vargas. Five fights, undefeated.

-Know anything else? -Jero, you've seen her fight.

Twice. Her best is her right cross.

Relax, you're much better.

You'll turn that hurricane into a summer breeze.

-Quick, we'll cramp up. -Fuck.

Alright.

-See you, Mariano. -See you.

You've got a nice touch, Juanita.

Just practice your hairstyles.

Lola, three afternoons a week?

That's plenty for me.

Don't get your hopes up, l'm not sure yet.

-Hi, how are you? -Hi.

-Hey, Mariano. -Nando, you champ.

l was waiting for you. Congratulations on the article.

About time someone did something for the local kids.

-What'll it be? l'm buying. -The usual.

Coffee coming right up.

-lt's an opportunity. -Right.

Hi.

Hey!

-How's it going? -They haven't told me yet.

Lola, Mariano.

What's up? How you doing?

We know each other. Right, Lola?

-You not going to kiss me? -Yeah.

Look...

Well!

''Ex European champ still boxing''.

''Mariano Garcia runs school for 20 local kids.''

Congratulations. You're a pioneer.

l really wanted this,

a school where kids learn a trade as well.

One thing's for sure, you won't get rich.

lt didn't do me much good when l was rich.

Vicky never stops talking about you.

Vicky's a good person.

Yes, but she's had bad luck.

-Shall we go? -Yeah, let's go.

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

Ciao.

You must tell me what you did all those years.

-l could cut your hair. -Okay.

Nice to see you.

-Same here. -See you.

Vicky!

Vicky!

Come on, sweetie!

Sweetie!

Shit, Vicky!

What's up, girl?

Vicky, give me a hug!

Girls, this Friday l want to go out, unwind, drink,

smoke and fuck everything in sight.

l got catching up to do.

This is great.

l got to look sexy.

You look fucking great!

Right, Maria? Doesn't she look fabulous?

You look nice, Vicky.

And you'll be even better.

Some great stuff came in. This blow, it's uncut.

We'll make a killing.

Not me, Mena. l'm giving that shit a miss.

-Are you serious? -What do you think?

You're really serious?

Don't you hear her?

l'm gonna start working.

Mariano got me a job, at an lnternet joint.

-l got plans. -And what about our thing?

When l get some money,

l'm going to set up my own business,

my own idea, my own life.

-Faith can carry you through. -Did he feed you that?

l did some computer and graphics courses.

Vicky at the keyboard.

lnside, you do something or you go nuts.

l found out l like to study and to work.

lf they paid you to talk, you'd be a millionaire.

Hey, girl...!

-l can't talk, l'll call you later. -Big kiss, dude!

You can really earn some money.

l've got two clients, the gym and the hairdressers'.

How lucky.

Yeah, things will work out for me.

Of course.

There's an Arab saying:

''lf you follow your heart, you will find love.

lf you follow your soul, you will fulfill your destiny.''

-You sure about that? -Yes.

Look how sweet she is! Daddy!

Come on, let's go.

l love it here, it's so green.

There's loads of trees and that's good for the girl.

lsn't that right?

Here.

Why don't we cut out this stuff?

-Did you check it out? -So you won't look for a job?

Don't get on my case. Did you check it out?

Yes, Daddy, yes. The jewelry store is amazing.

Yeah?

What?

Hello?

What is it?

No, l don't know anything yet.

Don't worry, you'll be the first to find out.

He'll thank you, you hear? Ciao.

-Who were you talking to? -Mariano.

Why do you have to talk to that faggot?

Why'd he call you?

He'll be the first what?

The first head l crack open?

l found out about these houses at the school.

Fuck the houses!

Why do you have to go there?

My baby's going to behave. lsn't that right?

Okay.

l'm meeting a foreman at a site tomorrow.

-Maybe he'll hire me. -Fucking great, eh?

When you work, you feel alive.

Will you be able to box?

lt's a fucker, but maybe not.

l'm going to go nuts.

l got to work, but l don't want to stop boxing.

One day l'd like to get to...

the European, and then the World title.

-So l can fight Laila Ali. -That'd be cool.

How much does she make?

Serious money.

With what she makes a fight,

l'd buy a house for my family.

And pay for Nitzia's degree.

Jesus fucking Christ Almighty!

Amparo! Get the canvas! This is flooding!

All my fucking stuff! Get this finished!

You want to meet up this Sunday?

l can't, l got things to do.

What about the one after?

And the one after the one after the one after?

You get me so hot, baby.

Why don't you look for a flat?

You're raking it in now.

You bitch, you pick the right time to ask.

Daddy, l can't take any more,

fighting with my mom all day.

Relax, baby.

l can't leave my mom now.

But when l do, l'll get you the best place around here.

You always say that. l thought when the girl was born

the three of us would have our own place.

Does Lucia want for anything?

A family.

l'm not in the mood now.

My mom hasn't slept right since my dad died.

You just want to get your end in.

Go find another hole.

And tell your witch of a mom to change your nappies.

Why do they call you Coco?

This, l got it going on up here.

You got it all going on.

-How many? -One.

One.

That's 10.

10.

Where are you going?

-What? -Get that down.

Here.

Just a bit.

A little of this.

Fuck.

Where are you going? Where?

-Fuck. You get me so hot. -Yeah?

What's up?

Fucking dog.

Come on.

What are you looking at?

Hold it, girl.

Hey, Fran!

-What? -How dare you hit a girl?

You humiliate her by coming with that girl,

and then you hit her.

What's it to you, you fucking junkie?

Do you own me?

Get out of here, l'm fucking sick of you.

-Careful what you say. -Who do you think you are?

You spent your life chasing the dragon

and crawling on the ground.

You had talent, but you used it to hurt people. You fucked up.

No, you fucked me up! You kicked me out of the gym

because l was better than you.

You're wrong, and look what you've become.

Stop that! Shit!

Stop! Let him get up himself!

Come on! Get up!

Juanita!

Juanita!

Juanita, come back.

Don't let him see that it hurts.

He's not worth it. He's a prick.

He fucked us both up.

But l love him.

Don't cry.

Forgive me.

l'm sorry too.

My make-up's gone to shit.

Mine too.

What happened to you?

Who did that to you? Yuri?

Tell me, what happened?

Relax, girl. Tell me about it.

lt's my fault, l didn't do what l had to.

l don't get you, Nitzia.

Start at the beginning.

What?

How's my sister? We're worried about her.

My dad especially.

lf he hadn't hit her, he wouldn't be so worried.

lt's easy for you, Maria.

For you it's like math, it's automatic.

lt's not.

We've got different customs, we're different.

Hey!

Beating is a custom?

Shit, you should've told me!

Maria, please help us.

My parents are in a mess.

Get this, Nitzia is changing her customs!

-And you're teaching her? -She did what she wanted.

Women are free! You got that?

Hey, champs.

Lorenzo, do some bag.

Maria, that's enough bag. Get up and spar.

-Where's Vicky? -She's got afternoon shift.

Jero, stop.

Georgie, you want to spar?

Mariano,

the Romanian's hand is fucked.

Yamal, get up there.

Are you guys crazy?

What's wrong with you?

Maria, hit the shower.

You too. Go on!

Hit her!

That's right!

Again! Again!

-Come on, keep it up! -Come on.

Take it easy... Come on, Maria.

Hands up! Get up and fight her!

Don't give up now.

Watch your head. She's tired, huh?

Come on, girl.

She'll go for you. Keep your hands up.

Seconds out!

Go for the left and below. This round we'll knock her out.

Up!

One,

two, three,

four,

five,

six,

seven, eight...

-Are you alright? Sure? -Yeah.

Box!

Come on, Maria. Come on.

-She's hurting. -Come on.

...eight, nine...

K.O.!

The winner by a knockout in round 6...

from Vallecas, Maria...

''Coco'' Gomez.

Congratulations, Maria. l talked to the Federation.

They saw the fight and they're going to name you

official contender for the Spanish title.

What?

We've got to bear down. The title's almost ours.

Okay.

-Did you have a good time, Julito? -Lola!

-You coming to the karaoke? -l can't.

That's a shame. Can l call you to go out?

-What? Go out where? -Wherever you like.

Dinner, a movie, dancing.

You're coming on strong. l don't think l should.

lf you don't want to just tell me, it's fine.

l don't want to lose a friend, Mariano.

Ciao.

You seen my boxer? What a sweetie.

-Why not let me box him? -Fuck off.

He's going a round with me, at the bar.

-lsn't that right? -Right.

Maria!

l'll catch up.

Hello, Maria.

What are you doing here?

l came to see you, to see how you are.

Go.

Get out of here.

Are you alright?

Forget about me!

l can't. l can't.

l'm at the carnival in the park, at the dodgems,

if you want to see me.

You look cool with your hair down.

You should leave it like that.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

l'm thinking about my family.

Do you miss them?

My mom and l were close. She must be lonely now.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

l miss mine a lot too.

Where is she now?

-She died, when l was little. -What about your dad?

He's dead to me.

Don't say that. Your parents give you life.

And they take it away.

l feel guilty...

for doing nothing.

All l remember...

is my father...

going to the police station to give himself up.

HOUSlNG DEPARTMENT

ls the final list for flats up?

-For October? -Yes.

Yes, over there.

-We got one. -l'm so happy, son.

TAXl LlCENCE FOR SALE DUE TO RETlREMENT

Hello.

Hello.

-How did you go? Fine? -Fine.

That's for you.

-Thanks. -Hold on, don't go.

Don't come in next week.

Why?

Sorry, but you can't keep working here.

You're fired.

Did someone complain? l'm a good driver.

lt's not that, don't sweat about it.

You needed a job, l gave you one.

Now l've got problems.

My nephew needs a job. That's life.

Okay.

-l'm really sorry. -Okay.

Fuck!

Shit!

Give me some pies.

Johnny! Julito! Come here!

Take these to the girls. Quick!

Fuck!

Vicky, give me a butt, l can't take it any more.

That dick wants to take him?

Yeah, on tour with his band, or he won't send money.

And he's making a record.

Who's going to record that loser?

He said he dedicated a song to me.

How romantic! So he still loves you.

Sure! When Julito was born he wouldn't marry me

because his mother didn't like me.

What a dick.

You'll find a great guy and fall in love.

What? Not even if l was nuts.

Guys just want to get some, no ifs and no buts.

lf you were doing great there, why'd you came back?

l wasn't doing great.

This is my home, my people.

And when my parents died it hit me real hard.

l suddenly opened my eyes

and saw everything l didn't want to see.

l didn't even want to know you were in jail.

Girl, you did right, and now thing's are fine.

Yeah, l was nothing there, an assistant...

-At least you got your dream. -lt's true, Lola, you did.

Yeah, but there's the bills, the mortgage,

l don't know if l'll make it this month.

There's no money, but everyone's on holiday.

Sometimes l see shop windows and think,

''l'd take it all!''

Really, Vicky.

l saw this fabulous jewelers on Serrano.

They're the easiest to fence.

Pipo could lift us a ride.

-You'd could drive, Coco. -Yeah, if it's got horsepower.

-How much could you get? -We'd make a killing.

That'd be great.

With that money, l'd go to London like you, Lola.

l'd go to Kenya.

Brilliant, we'd be neighbors!

-Kenya's in Africa, retard. -Glasses!

Rum, rum, Cuzco brew, l love you, l'm gonna get you.

You hammer me, kill me, but l'm all yours.

l'll never lose you, my favorite sauce!

-Down in one? -Down in one.

That's strong.

What's up, Parsi? l got it under control.

Like fuck you do. You asshole.

Nobody's got any idea. Are you girls crazy?

-Why? -Mena, don't strain your brain.

ls it reinforced glass? Can you crack the locks?

How do you find out?

You're a taxi driver, right?

Can you do a ram-raid, then a getaway?

She can practise.

You heard about it and think you know how.

Vicky's right. lf we get caught, Bullet will kill us.

Fuck that dogface.

Give it a rest, yeah?

Don't stick up for him, Coco.

What are you getting into? Are you crazy?

l'm out of here.

Come on, Maria, let's go.

Hold on, l don't know...

l'm sick of trouble. l've had enough.

l knew the streets l had to take to get away.

l learnt the route by heart.

l could do it with my eyes closed.

The jewelers was the same as the last time.

No grille on the window,

no bollards outside, nothing different inside.

The M30 was close by

and then we'd take off like a greyhound.

We knew we were doing wrong,

but we saw it as a way of getting ahead.

Pipo kept saying we shouldn't do it,

it was a guy thing.

But he got us a good ride with dummy plates,

and found out when the helicopter flew by.

l had a fence for the jewels.

Maybe it was the biggest mistake of my life.

l didn't want to let my sister or Mariano down,

but l couldn't stand apart from what my friends were doing.

We all had to be in on it.

lt was all ready.

Now we had to wait for the best night to clean it out.

Splitting time! Splitting time!

Girl!

-Hey, Girl... -Throw it to me.

Julito, run! Jump in!

Great!

Two.

You're just like your mom.

The same eyes.

What a shame.

What a terrible shame.

l left you alone,

without your mother.

All these years l asked myself

how l could approach you,

say something.

You still like cars, eh?

Remember when we went to the races?

Tell me about your life.

Did you get married? Any kids?

No, and l don't know if l will.

l don't know.

Daniel, l need the keys to the caravan.

Amparo.

My daughter, Maria.

-Hello, how are you? -Hello.

-Well, l got to go. -What a pity.

l was looking forward to meeting you.

l wanted to see the fights the other night.

Do you make a living from boxing?

No. l'm a taxi driver as well.

Well, Maria, see you another day, okay?

l'm so glad you came.

lf you need anything...

We'll be here a few months.

Okay.

l'm leaving early

from Puerto Chico.

l'll wait for you in the park at 10.

Some bottles lying on the field,

the field where my childhood left me.

Hey, smart boy, what have you come to?

Have your dreams come true?

This place makes you, it leaves its mark on you.

The same look, the same old same old.

Hey, smart boy.

Hey, smart boy.

Hey, smart boy.

You fought to the death.

Hey!

You good or what?

-You're asking me? -Yeah,

-only you around. -Real good.

What about you? You got cash now, huh?

Yeah.

So? Where are you working?

Yeah, like l'd tell you.

Where'd you get this from?

-l bought it. -Right.

-Who gave it to you? -Didn't you hear her?

A real smart ass, huh?

-Leave her alone. -Cocksucker.

Shut up, you clown.

-Watch out for Blondie. -Fuck your whore of a mother.

Chill out. The only whore round here is your mother.

She change her lipstick so much,

when she blow me she leave a rainbow down there.

Hey, Tiri!

Come here.

What's up, baby? Be a good girl and tell me.

l'm not telling you shit.

Get out of here. Okay?

Women, eh? What an invention.

We'll talk some other time.

But if you find this boring,

we'll go back to the start.

Hey, smart boy.

So, Bullet, l trust you and you stab me in the back.

You and l talked and you broke your word.

Tino, you got to trust me.

We're human, we make mistakes,

-but l tell you, it wasn't us. -Was it one of these guys?

Or is there some new gang?

-l don't know. -l told you the whole plan.

-And l'm saying it wasn't us. -That jewelers was mine.

l don't want any shit, okay? l want my money.

You want me to hand it over?

-You made a big mistake. -No, you're making the mistake.

You want trouble, you got it.

Let's go. You're making a mistake.

-What's up? You feel okay? -No, l'm fine.

-Should something be wrong? -You're sweating.

-You want us to stop? -No.

Don't stop on my account.

You dick, you brought shit down on me.

Why'd you help them?

Answer or l'll rip your guts out and make a necklace!

No!

Answer me, you fag!

Bullet, please!

What are you going to do?

Bullet! Bullet, please!

Bullet, fuck!

Please.

l just lifted a ride.

l did it for Mena.

Women fuck up your life.

Come on, Bullet. You and l are buddies.

Bullet, no! Bullet!

Bullet, no!

Bullet! Bullet!

-Show them your little teeth. -Let me see, fatty.

That's gorgeous.

How come you look so prissy?

Hey, Mena, it's fashion.

This name brand stuff. You make me sick.

This is designer. New life, new look, right?

Give me some nuts.

Pamelita, ever generous as usual.

Hold on.

lt's The Bullet.

The Bullet.

-What's with you, girls? -What's with you?

-You know why l'm here, right? -To fuck things up.

Shut up, you're too smart.

-Are you girls nervous? -We're like normal, dude.

What's this ''dude''? l'm not your dude.

-You got something of mine. -We got nothing.

-Where'd you get the money? -What money?

Don't act the retard! Are you stalling me, bitch?

-Stalling? Me? -Yeah.

That jewelry store was mine, so l want my money.

You're repeating yourself.

l won't be doing that for much longer.

l want my cut: 50%.

We spent it.

And spending up big so the cops can find out.

You keep money on ice till it's safe.

Why ask them, Fran?

They're as bright as a dungeon.

Good one, dude.

We're still here.

What did you spend Ten million pesetas on?

-What's this about 10 million? -How much did you get?

Want me to smash your mouth?

Okay, we'll give you some, whatever.

''Whatever'' no. Don't kid yourself.

You think you decide?

No, l want my cut. Five million pesetas, okay?

Then do the washing up and suck dick,

that's all you can do.

-You think we're funny? -Well, yeah.

Especially you, you cocksucker.

l'll shut your mouth you fucking dwarf.

Me? Suck my dick.

My princess.

-Give me the girl. -Come to Daddy.

What do you mean ''the girl''? She's my daughter.

What is it?

My mom's sad that she hasn't seen her.

What is it?

l'm taking her to cheer her up a bit.

Give me Lucia and we'll talk money.

Now we're talking money?

Don't get me edgy or l'll lose it, eh?

Give me the girl, l say.

Give us the girl, shit!

-Give us the girl! -Give us the girl, fuck it!

You giving me the money?

Give me the girl.

Fran, please give me the girl, l beg you.

Fran, please!

l'll get the money somehow! Please!

You'd better get it.

Please, Fran! Please, Fran, give me the girl!

Fran! Please!

Give me the girl!

Give me the girl!

Get inside.

Life is short.

Life is the best.

Don't care about nothing.

Just think about happiness.

And l'll have to forget

that life for me

is reality.

Life is short.

Life is the best.

Don't care about nothing.

Just think about happiness.

And l'll have to forget

that life for me

is reality.

Life is short.

The girl with the smile.

BOXlNG SCHOOL

How did you get in?

What do you want?

To talk to you.

About what?

Can't you come at a decent hour?

No.

Motherfucker!

Get up, you fag.

The security guards are in the other wing.

Where the fuck are you?

Okay, okay. l see you.

Get to the jewelry store! Let's go!

Stop! Police!

Freeze! Don't move!

Look out!

Freeze! Freeze!

Turn off your engine!

Fuck, Vicky! Are you crazy?

Where'd you get the piece?

Jesus fucking Christ!

Step on it, Parsi!

Give it some more!

Fuckers!

Motherfucker!

-No! -Faster! Step on it!

Come on, step on it!

Go! Go!

Look out!

Fuck! Fuck!

Oh, God!

Vicky...

Hey, Maria...

-Vicky. -Nice one! Vicky!

Vicky, Vicky...

EMERGENCY

l'm very happy.

My psychologist says l'm on the right track.

Today's the first day l've sat down to write.

When l broke my hand and gave up boxing

people still told me l was born for glory,

but l just wanted to die.

All those operations for nothing.

lt's true l've been to hell,

but fortunately, that's all behind me.

Now the school is my life.

l've got the dreams l had at the start,

and l want to show everyone, especially myself,

that l can be a champion again in some other way.

The fight contracts are here.

Okay, l'm coming.

My love, my love.

Oh, sweetie.

You gorgeous thing, my love.

The Women's Corner, with Silvia Barbas.

Good morning and welcome to

the women's sports section on Radio Marca.

Our program today is titled Female Boxing.

lt has a short history, more and more supporters,

and with good reason.

Our girls have the technique, the punches,

and they're not fazed by anything or anyone.

On the 7th, Marina Leon, current flyweight champion

defends her title against contender Maria ''Coco''Gomez.

Now you're ready to be champion.

-Where the hell is Mariano? -Don't worry, girl.

You're going to win, for sure.

You're ready to kill or be killed.

Coco,

have some confidence.

lsn't money a pretty sight!

You'll see.

-Fuck! -Girl, this is amazing!

300,000 euros.

The Rolexes and diamond bracelets raked in the cash.

-How did you do it? -How can you do this now?

-lt's done, so let's get on with it. -What do we do with it?

Give some back to Fran.

There's enough for him and plenty more.

66,000 euros each.

l'm going to London with Pipo. This is kickin'!

What about Vicky's cut?

Vicky's not here.

l don't want it.

Then l'll make three piles.

What's wrong? You giving up this money?

Maria...

l don't get you.

l don't want any guilt.

l'm taking mine, you do what you want.

l'm sorry, girls. l need to be alone.

Thanks for coming.

This is Vicky's cut.

l told you.

lmagine,

after a morning walk,

he takes down the canvas, checks the motor,

and when he gets home, he plops in front of the TV.

Do you like it?

l eat everything.

lmagine,

after he gets up from his nap,

he opens up the rides, chats with the neighbors

about this and that, you know.

Look, l kept this for you.

l brought tickets, in case you want to come.

Why don't you forget boxing?

You could get a hit that'll make you punchy.

lf l break my nose, l'll get surgery, like famous people.

And with the taxi, you do night shift?

Sure.

lsn't it hard on you?

l like it.

Some guy's retiring, l'm negotiating to get his license.

Wouldn't you like to come with us?

No.

The work's easy and you see the world.

Besides, l'd take good care of you.

l've taken care of myself for some time.

Alright...

Don't say anything now.

But think about it, okay?

Then we'll stay here.

But how can we?

When the carnival's over we won't make any money.

l don't want to leave, l want to be with her.

Even if we stay, she's not a child anymore.

She's got her own life, she won't be around for you.

Shut the fuck up.

She's not your daughter.

Oh, darling...

Let's calm down.

lt's been years since you lived with your daughter.

You can't suddenly appear and start a new family,

-as if nothing had happened. -But she came to see me.

You don't want her here.

-You're jealous. -Don't say that.

Liar! l was terrified, you convinced me to see her,

to make up, and now we have, you want to get rid of her.

You're all the same! You're a whore!

You're a beast.

l thought you'd changed, but Mom was right.

You're an animal.

l never want to see you again.

Maria!

Maria!

-l'm sorry! -Don't touch me!

Forgive me.

l swear... l've never laid a hand on anyone

since that day.

Amparo, come over here.

Tell her.

Tell her l've never hit you.

lt's true.

Now l know it's not my fault.

You did it.

You'd have done it anyway.

Ladies and gentlemen, greetings and welcome to

an exciting night in Spanish boxing.

Presenting the National Flyweight Championship,

10 rounds of two minutes each.

Competing will be

the unbeaten Catalonian Marina Leon

and the contender from Vallecas,

Maria ''Coco'' Gomez.

Hey there.

-Anything wrong? -No, no. l'm fine.

You sure? Let's check those bandages.

Marina Leon, current Spanish Flyweight Champion,

with an impressive record of 14 fights, 14 wins,

3 before the time limit, is defending against

contender Maria ''Coco''Gomez, also with a solid performance:

7 fights, 7 wins, 3 by K.O.

They are the new gladiators of the 21st century,

pioneers in a traditionally male sport.

They've spent weeks preparing for this clash,

hours of training and sacrifice.

These women fight for the love of it.

She's a tough rival, a strong punch and technique,

but l'm better and l'm going all out.

-Jero, only a few minutes left. -Almost done.

Give her a warm-up.

Come on.

Hit.

Get yourself ready,

the girls are loose.

USE YOUR NUT, COCO!

Hard knocks.

This is going to explode.

Focus...

your body and soul...

A well-deserved homage tonight to Manel Verdonce,

a boxer who won it all at the national level

and went on to become European and World champ.

ln the memory of his fans,

his days will always be glory days.

Ladies and gentlemen, the contender,

from Vallecas in Madrid, Maria ''Coco''...

Gomez!

From Barcelona, ladies and gentlemen,

the current Spanish champion,

Marina...

Leon!

l want a clean fight.

You will heed me at all times.

lf l say ''break'', take a step back.

Salute each other and go to your corners.

Come on, Maria! Hit her!

Maria, don't let her in! A hook!

-l'm going to sit with Pipo, okay? -Okay.

Go now, Marina!

Footwork! Keep going, Coco!

Come on, go for it.

Keep up your left jab.

She's scared of you.

Seconds out!

Keep going, Coco!

lnto the corner.

She's having trouble now.

The champion is dominating with body blows.

Box!

ln this first phase of the bout

the champion is in charge.

''Coco''Gomez of Madrid

is sporting a nasty cut on her left eyebrow,

making this fight an uphill battle.

A bit of vaseline, that's it.

We're winning the scrap. Keep your hands up. Come on.

Seconds out.

Come on, let's go!

Marina, hit her! A left! Marina, a left!

Right there, Marina!

The champ is dominating, that's for sure.

''Coco''Gomez of Madrid is taking a lot of hits.

lt seems she doesn't mind the punishment.

Come on, hit her!

-Take that! -Go!

Maria ''Coco''Gomez for the first time

is down on her knees.

One, two,

three,

four, five,

six,

seven, eight,

nine...

Come on!

Go, get her. Come on.

Snap out of it. Please. Splash her with some water.

Leave her alone. Give her some air.

Breathe, relax, you're getting over it.

Mariano.

You want to kill yourself, eh?

You've punished yourself enough. Listen to me.

Throw in the towel or turn this around.

Maria!

This thing eating you up gives you strength.

Take it and use it.

Seconds out.

Upper left, it's her weak spot.

Come on!

Come on, hit her! A left!

Give it all you've got!

Go for it! You've got her!

That's it! You've got her!

That's it!

Good! Good!

lnto the corner.

One, two,

three, four, five,

six...

Are you alright?

Box!

Hurt her!

Come on, Maria.

Hit her!

The boxer from Vallecas is trying to turn around

a fight that was looking like an uphill battle.

Her attitude's changed radically,

she's got more motivation, more conviction.

She's throwing solid punches

and they're effecting the champ,

she's having a rough time of it.

But ''Coco'' Gomez is losing on points

and will need a knockout to win.

Move, move. One, two!

A huge cross from ''Coco''Gomez

has the champ on the mat.

...three, four, five,

six, seven,

eight...

Are you alright?

Lift your hands up.

Box!

Hit hard! Come on!

Come on, Maria! Go for it!

lnto the corner! The corner!

Way to go, Coco!

...two, three, four,

five,

six, seven,

eight,

nine, ten...

Knockout!

The new Spanish Flyweight Champion,

from Vallecas, Madrid,

Maria ''Coco''...

Gomez!

Coco! Coco!

Lola.

Bullet! Fuck! Bullet!

-Hold on, fuck! -Fucking hell, hold on!

You motherfucker, l'm gonna kill you!

Come on, get up, please.

The summer heat is fading

and an autumn chill is on the way,

but our hearts are smoldering

with the news from Vallecas.

Two weeks ago, neighbors were moved by tragedy

when a fire reduced to ashes the school of boxing and trades

run by ex European champ, Mariano Garcia.

Now, joy and hope return to the neighborhood

and the school's students as their mentors discovered,

to their great surprise, a bank donation to the school

from an unknown source of the sum of 100,000 euros

for the school's reconstruction.

These days, when no one helps anyone,

it's comforting to know that there are still altruists

capable of supporting worthy endeavors

such as that of Mariano Garcia...

My first drive.

l wanted my first ride in my taxi to be around the neighborhood.

And l don't know why,

but something inside me drew me to the vacant lot

where the carnival used to be.

Here were my father's dodgem cars.

Since my mother died,

l'd spent years hitting back at the world...

'cause the world had been hitting me,

so hard l couldn't take it.

My dad had paid for it, sure.

We all pay in some way for what we do.

Always fighting,

getting on with it.

The neighborhood shows you a lot of paths,

a lot of them dangerous.

You've got to look this way and that

and inside yourself as well to find out where you want to go.

Though sometimes life just shoves you

and you have no choice.

l've still got my dreams,

but l've also got my feet on the ground.

l want a normal life,

to live in peace.

Boxing is a lesson in life.

lt builds character, it's a way of life.

Now, when l've got problems,

l think about what l'd do in the ring.

lt's the same in life,

you dodge the blows,

and learn how to wait.

l'm 24 years old...

with my whole life ahead of me.

So many misses.

Nasty cuts.

Heavy hits.

lt's your self-defense, you spring right back.

Think first, then pull yourself together.

Leap over your doubts, forget what disturbs you.

Get it straight. Hard knocks you got plenty, and that's no good.

Let the good stuff come, grab it, let out the poison.

You've still got time, get out of this hell.

Look further off, forget you hang-ups.

Those people, reflections. l don't fit in here,

but this feeling works on you, at least we know that.

Pain inside, when l don't find you.

l pray to God, l look for you, but l'm lonely.

From this angle, used to being judged

'cause the 'hood it scarred you.

And it's taken away a lot of people.

And what for?. Just left kids without fathers.

Yes, my friend, the road is long, but it's worth trying,

getting what you want, and then enjoying it.

Appreciate it, l send this from my heart.

So many misses.

Guilty deeds, so hard to be worthy.

Nasty cuts.

l wanted to tell you but you didn't let me.

Heavy hits.

The ones we receive, don't you forget,

it's your self-defense, you spring right back.

l'm still respectful, life is ahead of me.

lt's got something to tell you. Hey, cut it out,

you're losing direction and your kids are going hungry.

Cut it out. Think about it, that's a good feeling.

Look yourself in the eye and say what l'm feeling,

singing into the wind, staring at the sky.

Take a minute, this time is freeze-frame.

Stress will come later. Stay with me, l am with you.

Friend, what l'm saying is good, but l don't see it.

That's why l imagine, because dreams are priceless.

Let me test the old habits.

At least let me try to scale that height,

look for that light that shines and shows us.

And l still see hunger and calamities,

not much good for facing realities.

Life passes us by and the government lies.

The TVentertains you... What can you do?

Something to console you, but the truth hurts.

Let me test it, at least let me try.

l'm aware, don't make plans and live in the moment.

Stand firm, but take it easy, nobody feels for you.

Next, keep on moving,

whatever the cost, win every bout,

keep on with the people who give something out.

No end to questions, you take reproaches as well.

One more day, you get up, go to bed, and get up again.

Everything bugs you and you want to change it all.

Dreams to recycle.

You were never the princess. This place is tough.

And your hands are tied behind your back.

You're given no time...

to forge your identity.

The hits hardened your skin,

your place was among the servants and lackeys.

You made a U-turn and left it behind.

You chose your path, they put you in place.

So many misses.

Guilty deeds, so hard to be worthy.

Nasty cuts.

l wanted to tell you but you didn't listen.

Heavy hits.

The ones we receive, don't you forget,

lt's your self-defense, you spring right back.

So many misses.

Nasty cuts.

l wanted to tell you but you didn't listen.

Heavy hits.

Get and keep going...

lt's your self-defense, you spring right back.

That's Vallekas, there it is.

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