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Though this story is based on real events,

characters and dialogues have been fictionalized.

Malena!

Malena! Nico!

Malena!

Malena!

Let's go!

Malena!

Malena!

Malena!

Are you crazy? You're going back inside?

-My girlfriend's inside! -You can't go in!

-We must get them out! Come on! -Come back, dude!

CROMAÑÓN: THE NIGHT OF THE FIRE

FRAGILE

Three, two, one... time.

-Come on! -Come on!

You're cheating! It's not fair!

-Okay. -Come on!

-I won! -You soaked me!

They're a B league team, Luquita. When will you get it?

Why don't you suck my balls?

The pot calling the kettle black.

We came out champions. We filled all the stadiums!

Chill. We'll face each other again.

I hope so! I like classic matchups! It's a certain three-point victory for us.

-He talks like a poet. -Bullshit.

That's a cuervo talking. They're bullshitters.

We might be playing in the B league, but we remember and we have principles.

-Let me have some of that joint, now. -Wait.

So? Ready for tomorrow?

What? For the interview?

What else?

How's that coming along?

Would you come with me?

-To the Rolling? -Yes.

I might come along.

-Really? -Yes.

Look at Celina's Dream King.

What are you doing?

Is this a bed or a pool?

Go sleep on your bed.

-Here we splash and have fun. -Enough, asshole. The water's cold.

Don't you want to get in?

Not today, Luqui.

The air's free.

-Stop. -I didn't touch you.

What are you writing?

Nothing. Some nonsense without style, Luquita.

I'm gonna get a beer.

-Bichito, come here. -No, I didn't bring swim shorts.

Go over there!

Come here, I said!

This pool is full of piss! Gross!

Male, would you bring me a beer too?

Hi, gorgeous.

Who's joining us? The water's nice.

Guys, last dip because we have to rehearse tonight.

Everybody in the water!

Fuck you, Cheti!

Can't you go a minute without bothering people?

Go to sleep, parasite.

Show respect to those who are sleeping!

Chill, sis-in-law. You're always a goddess.

This muttonhead is the problem.

What's wrong with you, man?

"Muttonhead"? Are you from 1936?

"From 1936?"

Why don't you get into the pool? Are you gonna rust? Come on, android.

-I don't want to. I'll get fungus. -Everybody, get in! Come on, man!

Everybody in the water.

-In the water! -It's so hot.

We'll wait here with open arms.

-Stop it! -Come on, Bicho!

Bicho!

Mom?

Male!

How are you, darling? What are you doing here?

-When did you arrive? -Just a moment ago.

Hello, my darling!

-Don't you want something to eat, Male? -No.

I don't have much because I'm moving, but I can go buy something.

-Milk? Pastries? -No.

I had some of that pizza.

That pizza has been in the fridge for ages.

Even tastier then.

-I'll go get something to eat. -No, Mom. It's fine.

Okay, have a cup of tea.

So?

Will you tell me why you came all of a sudden?

Did anything happen?

Carlos called me.

Carlos Binder.

It seems they found my backpack.

The one I took to Cromañón.

Javier had it. The survivor who...

-Who committed suicide. -Yes, how terrible.

Poor family.

I came to pick it up and then I'll go back to Rosario.

When are you going back?

Maybe this afternoon, or tomorrow.

Maybe I'll stop by and say hi to the guys.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

I didn't plan this, Mom. It's fine.

How's the move? Is it a mess?

Yes, but it's not so bad. My head is a mess actually.

I'm like... I don't know.

Living with Juanca makes me dizzy.

I feel like we haven't known each other for that long.

Six months?

Nine, including the month he was here making repairs.

But there was nothing going on then.

-Shall I go with you to get the backpack? -No. I'll go by myself.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

Are you okay, Male?

Yes, Mom. I'm fine.

How can you be so beautiful, my love?

-What are you doing? -What's this?

-"I never learn, love. I never learn..." -Enough.

What was that?

I write weird stuff. I don't want you to read it.

Well, you are a little weird.

The most beautiful weirdo in the world.

Life always has something else to discover

I'm always somewhere else

But I want to be with you...

Well done!

Honestly, I like how it sounds.

-Whose lyrics are these? -Mine.

It's poetic. It has something.

What about the music? Or are you all about the lyrics?

Don't get jealous, Cheti. The music is good.

You remind me of Toti, from Jóvenes Pordioseros.

Damn!

But you can't compare the looks. Look at this face.

Why are you laughing? It's the truth.

The truth according to you, probably.

You're so funny. Who's taking you to Cromañón?

I'm kidding.

Why don't you tell him he's good-looking so he calms down?

I'd totally bang you, Cheti.

It's a conspiracy.

I don't know. I could give you the show,

but you need another guitar.

Are you telling us to add another guitar now?

That's my take. The band could really grow.

Let's do what he says. He knows about this stuff.

-Soon we'll be opening for Callejeros. -Totally.

We could ask Seba to be our second guitar, Pepa's friend.

-Colo? -Sure.

Seba and Pepa are no good. No, forget it.

I have a crazy idea, but I'm not sure.

What?

Just say it, dude. What is it?

What if we ask Malena?

-What's so funny? -Nothing.

-Malena? -Yes, Malena, asshole.

She's good. I heard her and she's great.

"She's good. I heard her."

Who are you? Omar Chabán? Stay out of it.

The girl plays the guitar,

but I don't know if she has what it takes.

You don't have what it takes to let a girl join the band.

Hey.

Let's give her a chance.

We'll discuss it together later.

Together, here.

The ones who get to decide.

Let's hear a solo, Jimi.

-Something simple. -Careful what you ask for.

Come on.

Alemán wants another guitar. You game???

God, Male. You scared me. What are you doing in the dark?

I'm eating, Mom.

You scared me.

-Hi. -Hi.

You're on fire.

I was. The fire's out. The guy was a fiasco.

-Use a fork. -I'm just snacking.

-Okay, but use a fork. -Okay.

Want some?

Okay.

-Here. -I'm going to rehearse.

Sit down a minute, finish eating and then go.

Why are you rehearsing so late?

The boys are trying me out.

They need a second guitar.

You'll do great.

How do you know?

Because it's obvious. You'll do great.

-That's what mothers always say. -Well, yes.

-This is yummy. -The salad is delicious.

TO NICO: Are you down for a beer?

MESSAGE SENT

Hey.

Hey.

I don't know if I could live somewhere else.

Really? I don't even think about it.

Don't you think about the future?

No. What for?

I don't know. The things you wanna do, your plans.

Here, have a toke.

You know? Last night I was thinking about friendship.

Like, in general.

It seems crazy to think that...

there are four billion people in the world,

and we only chose a few to share our life with.

Tell me. Do you think we'll always be friends?

Yes.

I hope so, right?

But why do you ask? What's up?

I don't know. Just random thoughts.

You're smoking too much weed.

Maybe.

Perhaps I'm getting depressed.

You? Why?

I don't know. End of year reflections, things that happened...

But you are an ace. An ace of spades.

You'll succeed in anything you do.

You think?

Of course, dude.

People follow you, pay attention to you.

You were always like that.

And you?

What?

You really are different.

You fly much higher.

You just need to believe in yourself more.

I love you, asshole.

Me too.

And it goes...

This is what I'm like

The street lives in me

I saw it coming

And I didn't want to say it

The neighborhood sings at night for me

She is happy...

-Luli, are you okay? -Are you okay?

Did you hurt yourself?

I can't do anything right.

Why do I even bother? I work all day. I practice at random times.

-You spent a fortune on the roller skates. -No.

It made me very happy to give them to you.

I make a fool of myself.

I'd rather stay at home.

That's the most unsportsmanlike phrase I've ever heard. Come on, Lula.

Signed by someone who never plays sports.

Everyone ready for the review?

Everyone in the office in five, please. Everyone ready.

Listen, I need you to check this.

Come on. Yes.

That's it.

Good, good. This is spectacular. Good.

Look at me. A bit higher. Good.

Come on, come on!

A little more of that. Like that.

Tamara.

-Yes. -Come in.

-Sorry, I let myself in. -It's okay. No worries. Come in.

These are great.

-Really great. -Thanks.

-I like this one the most. -Really?

That's near my home.

-Really? -It's where the boys rehearse.

I grabbed my camera one day, I went there and they let me in.

-Just like that? -Yes.

That's awesome. Callejeros don't pay attention to us.

-Really? -Yes.

You know them well, right?

We have friends in common.

Excuse me.

-Are you Bichito_04? -I am.

How are you?

-You're Fabián. -Yes, you recognized me.

-Everything okay? -Yes.

-How are you? -Fine.

Shall we get a drink?

Yes, let's go. I thought we could go to the movies later.

Sure! A proper date. I like it.

I saw your photos because I was looking for some Callejeros pics.

I found your photolog and I saw you're a good photographer.

And I thought, "I'll just email her."

What are we watching?

I don't know. I think there's a film festival nearby.

A festival?

Sounds weird.

What we're interested in is someone who has access to the band.

Perfect.

Can you cover the three concerts at Cromañón?

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

You know what I read in the paper?

That restless guys like you can be given a pill that chills them out.

Shut up! You can't even read.

Given how stupid you are, you won't even finish high school.

Does the paper say that?

-Yes! -So? Was Jagger in there?

Did you do some lines perhaps?

Listen, you idiots.

The three Callejeros concerts in Cromañón...

I'm in.

-Nice! -Yes, man!

Hey, people, just a sec. I want to say something.

You know me because I'm the kids' coach.

I wanted to tell you something that made us very happy.

After a huge effort,

we managed to get donations for materials to build the soccer field.

So, cheers. Happy holidays and let's enjoy. We deserve this.

Thank you for coming.

Don't thank me. You'll have to pay me back later.

I like it when you owe me.

-Bye. -Bye, beautiful.

Good luck with the rehearsal.

Let's see who scores! Bring the ball.

Come on, kick it!

Hear me out, friends.

We are the only ones who can represent ourselves,

and fight against the criminal system that caused the Cromañón massacre,

which is still taking lives, like Javier's,

who, almost four years later,

was incapable of dealing with this hell, this shit we're forced to live with.

But now, our fight

is also an expression of loyalty.

Loyalty to ourselves,

to the people we used to be before December 30, 2004.

Loyalty to our passions, our ideas,

but most importantly,

loyalty to the friends and relatives who died in Cromañón.

Justice for our kids!

Thanks, Nico.

It's very important to listen...

To all of you.

I know these are complicated times for everyone, times of anxiety...

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

I made something with what I found in the boxes,

so don't be too critical.

How are the guys doing?

Fine.

Go wash your hands. Dinner is almost ready.

I'm not hungry, Mom.

Do you mind? I'm too tired.

I'd rather go to bed. I'll eat with you tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Mom.

This is how it is

I know you saw something in me

I don't know how to say

What you want to hear

Life always has something else to discover

And I think that with you My fears may disappear

Someone talented, at last. You were great. I love it.

I liked it, Male. I liked it a lot.

It brings something different to the band. It's great.

Right? It's good.

Listen, my dear Malena.

You have a good attitude, but maybe you're not the type of guitarist we need.

Your style is more punk,

and we're more of a rock and roll band.

I don't know.

Maybe we are the problem.

-Right. -Tuca?

-What? -What do you think?

Yes, you're great, Male.

You play very well.

I loved it.

I can't tell what your style is, but that's okay.

-You have a great personality... -Don't pretend you like it.

I'm telling you the truth.

I wanna know what you really think.

Chill, don't get angry.

I'm not getting angry, but be honest. It's me.

-I don't like being messed with. -We aren't messing with you.

-We're saying this respectfully. -So?

I don't know. I don't think it's the sound we're looking for.

We need more of a classic rock and roll guitarist.

More conventional, let's say.

It's clear that we're more hard-headed.

-You are so much better. -Yes, sure, Cheti.

Go fuck yourselves.

Malena!

Male!

Hold on. Wait!

-Just ignore them. -Don't try to comfort me. It's over.

Why are you mad at me? You were great.

-I said it in front of everybody. -Yes.

You're a genius. Such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?

Can you calm down? What's the matter with you?

Nothing, but stop bullshitting me about how good I am, Nico.

You brought me here to humiliate me.

But, Male, I just...

It's obvious I wasn't going to be ready overnight.

These things take time.

That's why you guys rehearse and get together so often.

I don't know. I was trying to help. What's done is done...

Yes, it sucked. You know what?

You just wanna get laid. You're an asshole. A big one.

Male, how are you?

Fine, Silvi. A bit dazed. You?

I'm fine. Come in.

Hello.

-Hi, Male. -How are things?

-Help yourself. -It's okay, thanks.

Lucas must be fixing the world. He'll be here soon.

He's an idealist.

He likes sports,

social work in the projects, activities...

Tamara is different. She likes photography.

She's more of an artist.

And this is Malena, Lucas' girlfriend. She's still searching for her thing.

Who didn't feel lost at 18?

I'm 19, Carlos.

Male, can I serve you anything?

Do you have wine?

Yes.

Hello.

-Everything okay? -Fine. Here I am.

Disappointing the world, as usual.

I was telling everybody here about you.

To sum up, you and Tami are on track. I still haven't found my purpose in life.

Again, Dad?

Not everyone puts on a suit when they're 18.

Nobody told you to get an office job. Did I say that?

-Carlos... -I just made a comment in my house.

I just said that Malena still doesn't know what to do with her life,

like most youngsters nowadays.

I don't know why you have to point that out.

-White wine. -It's just a comment.

Why do you interfere? You don't know what we're talking about.

I interfere because it's always the same. You always talk.

I swear I'd pay to see what you were like when you were 18 years old.

So, Male?

How does it feel to be back in the neighborhood?

Good.

Weird.

I knew Javier.

The boy who committed suicide.

I saw him once, but...

he got me out of Cromañón.

It seems he found the backpack I lost that day,

and he kept it all this time.

How long has it been since you left?

A little over three years.

I'm gonna get it, okay?

Let's see who can score a goal! Bring the ball over here.

Now kick. Kick! Kick!

What are you writing?

-"I never learn, love. I never learn..." -Enough.

Malena!

-Hi, Silvi. -Hi.

Hello, darling.

So nice to see you.

-You are so skinny. -Maybe.

This is yours.

Thanks, Carlos.

You know, there are more than 300 kids who will testify at the trial.

I see. That's quite a lot.

We would really appreciate it if you testified, Malena.

You were an important part of Lucas' life.

You can talk about it later.

Yes, maybe.

You'll notice that everything is just as Lucas left it.

You can stay as long as you want, okay, my dear?