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ID card, please. Thanks.
-Hi. ID card, please. -Mr. Warden…
Can I see your ID?
Listen up!
Olga Agüil López.
Vanessa Ropero Rodríguez.
Paqui Molina López.
Time for your visits.
IGNACIO CAÑAS 25B 3º 2º MAIGNON ST., 08012 BARCELONA
HI, GAFITAS. IT'S BEEN A WHILE, HASN'T IT?
I HOPE YOU REMEMBER ME. EL ZARCO AND I TALK ABOUT YOU A LOT.
Is it the candy? Spit.
Spit the candy out.
That's it.
There, there. It's okay.
It's over now.
Hey, kid! Come on!
Breathe, kid! Breathe!
You scared the shit out of me!
What happened?
Nothing.
I think I got dizzy.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Come on, then.
Up you get.
Hey, it's the dizzy guy.
-Look… -What's the matter? Did you drown?
You off already?
Nice bike, four-eyes.
…the Spanish Constitution.
All the bikes are kept by the pool entrance.
Somebody must've witnessed it.
It was probably some kid who thought it was his, Ignacio.
I asked. Nobody saw anything.
I think you made it up.
-Cristina! -What?
He's been wanting a motorbike ever since he got his grades.
There'll be no motorbike or bike wheels.
Our vacation's coming up, and it'll be expensive.
You'll have to walk for now.
You have to stay alert nowadays. You let your guard down and they rob you.
A coworker had her purse stolen recently.
Downtown. She's not been the same since.
When will it stop?
Here you go, honey.
A new era in Spanish history begins today.
-Dad. -Yeah?
Got any money?
I gave you some two days ago.
I used it up. I'm gonna go see a new film with some friends tomorrow.
Okay, take this.
But that's it until next week.
-I'm a bit short now. -Thanks.
Come in.
Take it easy.
EMMANUELLE COMING SOON
I told you. I don't like coming here.
Come on.
TODAY WATCH OUT, WE'RE MAD
-One ticket, please. -The film's started.
I don't mind.
He didn't do it on purpose.
I did it on purpose.
How's it going, Nachete?
Where were you? We haven't seen hide nor hair of you.
-No swimming today? -He's wet from the last time.
-It's sweat. -Give them back.
Or what?
Or he'll lose his shit.
I doubt it. Nachete's a good guy.
He likes to laugh. Don't you, Gafitas?
That's why you chose this film.
See that? In sync.
Look, Nachete…
What's your beef with me?
We used to be pals, Víctor.
-What are you talking about? -Pals?
Last year.
Before you got here.
-Really? -No, I mean…
-Hey. -See? He keeps his cool.
But you go on the defensive.
-Hey! -Wait!
-You're leaving already? -You'll miss the best bits.
This is such a cool movie. Watch.
Hey, what's wrong?
Hit him.
-What the hell are you doing? -Nothing…
-That's it. Everyone out. -He's fine.
-Get out, goddammit! -Okay. Jeez.
-Get out. -We're leaving.
You could at least give us our money back.
-Go home. -He's leaving.
Let him go. Leave him.
Let him go, Víctor.
Unless you buy bonds…
Nacho.
…from the Bank of Catalonia…
Hey.
They yield 12% and…
Where on earth have you been? We've already eaten.
That's okay. I'm not hungry.
…you get a 26,000-peseta tax cut.
How much is the tax cut for 100,000 pesetas?
26,000.
What's up with him?
He sure is acting strange.
Cash bonds at 12% from the Industrial Bank of Catalonia.
Visit any of our branches for more details.
Don't delay. They're in high demand.
Nacho.
Let me in.
Leave me alone.
At least turn the music down. Dad'll get mad.
You hear me?
Are you looking for a fight?
Hey, I didn't say turn it off.
Don't play the victim, now.
Aren't you going to say anything?
Come on, Nacho. I'm trying to help here.
Screw you, then.
Can I get a bag of chips?
Hey, where do you two think you're going?
Hey, boss. We just wanna play a game. Okay?
Just no funny business.
Troublemakers get kicked out.
-Is that clear? -Very.
Can I get some change?
They got me. Those goddamn Space Invaders.
And this guy?
He's good.
I can tell. You've spent a few hours in here. Haven't you?
Let's try another machine or we'll be here a while.
No, I wanna play this one.
Wow, Tere's standing her ground.
We'll wait here like two jackasses, looking at Buck Rogers all day.
If you want.
See? He's a real gentleman.
Awesome.
You come here a lot, don't you?
From time to time.
Does it get busy? Right now, it's dead.
Well, it's still early.
But it'll be packed later.
Fatty has it good.
I bet he makes a killing doing jack shit all day.
Tere.
Hey, you carry on.
Do you know them?
-Me? No. -No? What did you talk about?
Nothing. She wanted to play, but I was…
I don't like people like them coming here.
They always end up causing trouble.
What'll you do now?
Me? Go home. I'm out of coins.
Stand back.
-But you'll have to help me close up. -Okay.
Go on, play.
VILARÓ ARCADE
…to Anton's house. I've got lettuce.
See you tomorrow, then?
Yeah.
All right. See you then.
What's next for Ira von Fürstenberg? Any films?
Yeah, I was shooting in Brazil and Paraguay.
Now I'm gonna write two books.
One's about women around the world. It's interesting…
And… Well, I'm…
…routine as well, of course…
You're crossing the line. Do you know what time it is?
No mayonnaise?
At least call me if you're gonna be home late.
Then I won't worry.
I ran out of coins.
Here you go.
I got a job.
-Doing what? -Helping them close up at the arcade.
Is that a job?
-I can play ten games a day for free. -Do they pay you?
In free games. I have to stay until closing.
-That's why I'm late. -Good God…
Seriously, Nacho. You're getting dumber by the second.
Jeez…
Devor-Olor insoles…
Ira, name one bad thing about the class you belong to.
It's better than nothing. He's not spending money.
I don't know what to say. An arcade?
The beliefs of that world…
It's not working.
Hold on.
-What's up? -The one at the back's stuck.
They put coins in, but the balls won't come out.
What have they done?
Here, go and have a look.
How's it going, boss?
-Wrong coin. -What do you mean? I put in five pesetas.
Look at Gafitas running the show.
He's taken fatty's job in a month.
Yes, pal. Good job. Onward and upward.
To the right. Not that far… No.
-Shit! -Dude, move.
You don't move, Zarco.
You're so crap at this.
-Shush. -You don't know how to play.
Come on!
-Hey, man. Gimme some change. -Move.
You have to go to the booth.
This fucking game.
Zarco.
Are you staying here, then?
Yeah, I am. You're such a jerk.
Come here.
Treat me to a game.
We get one life each. Okay?
Who was that guy?
Who?
On the stairs.
A drug dealer. He sells dope. You know what that is, right?
Of course I do.
You've never smoked it though.
Shit.
Your turn.
Come to La Font if you wanna try it.
A bar in the red-light district.
-In the red-light district? -Yeah.
We smoke joints in the square. Nobody bothers us.
You're welcome to join us.
Your turn.
So are you gonna join us?
Yeah, maybe.
Gafitas,
I'm hot, aren't I?
Come on.
That's much better.
-What are you doing? -What do you think?
I'll stop if you want.
But I think you like it.
What if that girl goes and tells Mr. Tomàs?
We'll have to be quick, then.
Keep going.
Already?
See you at La Font tomorrow, then?
Hey there.
You're so handsome.
Come with me.
-Hey, Pepe. -Hello.
How's it going?
-Guess what happened. -What?
-Don't go. Come here. -…the gas canister.
-What are you doing here? -Look here.
Why are you here all alone?
Come to Mama. Where are you going, sweetie?
Hey, good-looking!
Hey, sweetheart.
Hey, you.
Come here a second.
Come on, I won't bite.
That's it.
-Gimme a cigarette. -I don't smoke.
Yeah, right.
Don't be a dick. I only want a cigarette.
I don't have any.
Really? Want me to search you?
You're an idiot.
Leave him alone, Chino. He's a friend. Okay?
He's your friend?
Hey, ignore el Chino. He's harmless.
Look who came to visit.
Hey, Gafitas.
Come on, let's go get a drink.
I'll introduce you to the gang.
Did you hear about the pope?
I don't give a damn.
This is fucking huge. They did the guy in. How long was it? A month?
-You're asking me? -Yeah.
They must get up to all sorts of scams…
I'm gonna have to be straight with him.
I mean it. This isn't right.
My mom's so upset.
So what'll they do now?
Go to ground until they choose another one.
They'll hide so they don't get caught smoking dope.
That explains the smoke.
Damn, they should choose me, then. Watch.
White smoke.
Seriously?
-You joker. -Take a puff.
-What's up, Guille? -Not much.
What's up with your face, jackass?
I took a nap, and it felt fucking great.
-You know how to live. -Who's he?
-This is Gafitas. -The arcade guy, right?
I'm Nacho.
Isn't that fat guy one of your best pals? Tell him.
I help him now and then.
Aren't you there every day?
Yeah, I help him close up.
Yeah.
He's so fat, he can't lift the money bags.
He must be raking it in.
I don't know. He counts the money. I don't…
But do you go with him to the bank?
Or what?
No, he takes it there himself on his Mobylette.
Don't just look at it. Smoke it.
Go on. Take a drag.
-Come on, don't be scared. -Go on.
-Give it here. -The poor guy'll be barfing next.
-Hey, guys. -Here we go.
-Smart guy. -Cheers, everyone.
Cheers, guys.
Cheers.
You're as white as a sheet.
You smoked too much.
-I hope you don't get sick. -I'm fine.
-I was wondering… -What?
Are they planning to rob the arcade?
What makes you think that?
Well, they've been asking loads of questions.
Who's "they"?
The guy in the blue shirt.
…to pay for one of them…
-El Guille. -Yeah, and the others.
It's because they're nosy and wanna know everything.
Right.
Don't you believe me?
You think you're here for that?
Jeez. Are you for real?
-I think I'm gonna go. -Go on, then.
Go the fuck home.
No, I need some air. I don't feel good.
Shall I come too?
It's okay. I'll go alone.
I was barfing all over the place after my first time. You get used to it.
I feel better now.
What's all this Tere told me?
I don't know. What did she tell you?
El Guille can be an asshole. I don't know why he asked you that.
Anyway, what do you care if we rob the arcade?
I don't want anything to do with it.
Of course you don't. It's our business.
-But I don't want that because of me-- -You only told us he rides a moped.
It's not like you gave us the safe combination.
Just don't hurt him.
Oh, is he your pal?
He's a nice guy. I like him.
You like him.
Well, that's another matter altogether.
If you want, we'll leave him alone.
Really?
From now on, that fat guy is sacred.
One thing though.
You owe me, Gafitas.
…from the Vatican and did not understand the intricacies of the Roman Curia.
No one would've bet on John Paul I becoming the pope.
This morning, the chimney was hoisted on the Sistine Chapel.
In that chapel, they hold the conclave to elect a new pope.
The placement of this smoking chimney marks the beginning of preparations…
This is no laughing matter, Nacho.
-Jeez. Look at him. -Shut up.
-What's going on? -Can't you see from his face?
It's nicer than yours.
Don't insult your sister.
She's the one who insulted me.
She's right. You don't look so good. You sure you're okay?
Better than ever, I'd say.
Can't you see he's stoned?
-Stoned? Do you smoke? -Leave me alone.
Hey, Nacho.
Don't speak to your mom like that.
-Where are you going? -My room.
No. Sit down and finish your food.
I'd say at least two joints.
Nacho! And you, be quiet.
What's all this about joints?
Do you smoke joints now?
Huh?
Is that what you do now? Smoke and drink?
That explains your behavior.
Screw you.
Huh? What did you say?
Hey, Nacho. Come over here. Now!
I said come here right now. Nacho!
How old were you when you started smoking? Fourteen? Fifteen?
I'm 17.
Speak to me like that again and I'll beat your ass.
-See you tomorrow. -Bye.
He looks too big for such a small bike.
God knows how it moves.
You should've seen el Guille. He's such a pain in the ass.
He wanted to rob the fatty.
Thank God Zarco stopped him.
If it weren't for him, that fatty would be in a very bad way.
Well, him and you.
And you didn't know anything about it?
I did, but I didn't think you really cared.
Well, I do.
That's why I came, to tell you not to worry. He'll be okay.
You don't wanna hang with us anymore?
I'm not sure.
That's a shame. We all really liked you.
And…
how about you? Would you…
would you be sad if I wasn't there?
What do you think?
All right, Gafitas.
Later. Take care.
Tere.
What?
See you tomorrow.
Awesome.
Hey, look.
Look who it is. Look who just came in.
-Wake up, sleepyhead. -What do you mean?
Look at Gafitas. All dressed up.
Damn, look at his eyes.
-Hey, good-looking. -Take that, jerk!
-Oh man! -Shit!
Just my damn luck.
-You put this down to luck? You suck. -Fuck off.
Shit. I get distracted when I play with el Madrid.
-You and Gafitas? -Okay.
And me and you, awesome.
Come, Guille. Don't put me with that amateur again.
-Nobody wants you, Chino. -Dammit, Guille. Come on.
-We're gonna thrash them, right? -Ready?
Kick it lightly.
-Quick game. -Throw the ball.
Show us how it's done.
Come on, Tere.
Go on.
Damn! Who's the amateur now?
Shut up and stop drinking my beer.
Throw the ball.
Go.
Come on, dammit. There you go.
That's it. Shit.
Liven up, Guille, for God's sake.
They're going down.
Can't score, can you?
Wow. Check Gafitas out. Turns out he's a natural.
I bet he speaks Catalan too.
Of course I do.
I don't. El Guille barely speaks Spanish.
Come on, Guille. Jeez.
-Yes! -We're making a comeback.
Next time, I'm with you. He sucks.
-Why don't we bring him with us? -Who? This guy?
Yeah, I'm sure he'll be useful.
-What do you say, Tere? -Fine by me, but he won't come.
Well, we'll have to ask him.
Anyway…
he owes me one.
-Hello. -Hi.
-Is Pau home? -Pau? There's no Pau here.
I thought she lived here. My mistake.
-How old is Pau? -Our age.
Then she won't be next door either. Their kids are older.
Sorry for bothering you.
-Thank you. -Bye.
How was that?
Awesome, but loosen up. You're crushing my hand.
-Sorry. -It's okay.
I bet that lady's watching us.
See? That wasn't so hard.
Besides, we make a good couple. Don't we?
-Shall we try that one? -Let's go.
Over there.
It's on a corner and has easy access. Piece of cake.
You sure nobody's home?
Yeah. The neighbors aren't either.
We need to get a move on, Gordo.
Come closer, then.
This close?
A little bit closer. I won't bite.
Put your hands on my butt.
Don't look around. Focus.
Nice. You're getting the hang of this.
What if someone comes?
Then stick your tongue down my throat.
I'm sure they'll cross the street.
Damn, Gafitas. What a time to get a hard-on.
For fuck's sake. Come on!
Okay, jeez.
They're taking ages.
Got somewhere to be?
Watch out!
False alarm.
Open the fucking trunk!
Go.
I'm from the island, the island of Japan
I smoked four joints That my girlfriend offered me…
-El Gordo found this under some panties. -Let's see.
What's this? Gold?
It's pure gold.
-What's going on? -Guess.
-It's for a guy. -I like it.
-It says FM. -Yeah, "For Me."
-Go get 'em! -What a hunk!
That's it!
-You own the night! -You're so sexy!
Look at how el Piernas moves!
He's amazing.
-Here. -I already have one.
Nah, that's just ice. Take this.
This is so fucking great!
You're lapping it up.
-Steady, now. You filthy animals! -Don't worry. I have some left for you.
Come on, this isn't a brothel.
I've got yellow ones.
No. Saridon's for grannies. Got anything good?
They're pussy pills, but they'll get you hopped up.
What's wrong with you? Put those back. Don't you have any roofies?
I do, but that's a different story. We're talking big bucks.
Don't worry, sweetie. I've got money, see?
You're busting my balls here.
That's what they cost.
What the hell's wrong with you, Merche?
Watch what you take.
You don't want to lose those brains of yours.
-Thanks, hon. -Get out of here.
Hey, look at those two.
Who?
Over there.
The redhead and the brunette.
-Let's go talk to them. -No fucking way.
-Why? -Because I don't want to.
But I do.
You distract the redhead, and I'll chat up the brunette.
-Here, Drácula. -What's up, man?
This one's for you.
-What is this for? -For having the time of your fucking life.
Hey, don't look at it like that.
It's medicine. It won't hurt you.
Are you down?
Are you coming or what?
Screw you, then.
Don't stare like that. You'll wear her out.
Who's that guy?
Him? No idea. Some rando.
Never seen him before.
Isn't Tere el Zarco's girl?
I'll let her answer that one.
Nacho, get up. It's two in the afternoon.
You scared us all silly last night.
What happened?
Your sister found you on the landing. Your father's very angry.
Come on, get up.
Clean yourself up. The table's set.
Good God, this stinks. Should I wash it or throw it away?
Leave it.
Are you gonna wash it, then?
The sun will shine in most of Spain, with passing clouds in some areas.
The unsettled weather in the Southeast continues but is expected to ease.
Light cloudy intervals will affect…
Look who it is.
So are we doing this?
-Yes. -We need the cash.
At Gerona Bank.
-In the square. -Go on.
Who's gonna steal the car?
I can hot-wire one like no other.
Okay. We'll do the usual.
-You go-- -Well, well!
Hey, man! How's it going?
-How's the head? -Better now, but this morning, man…
You ran into the speakers.
Jeez. I don't remember anything.
You were so wasted. They nearly kicked you out.
Remember when he jumped on that guy?
If el Zarco wasn't there, he'd have beaten you to a pulp.
That's what friends are for.
So tomorrow's the day?
Fine. Whatever these guys say.
-I'm in. -I'll pass.
You're a wuss. Especially when you've got money.
It's fine. Tere and us is enough.
-Tere won't be coming. -Where is she?
Around, but we can't count on her.
Then forget about it.
What about Lina?
Don't get my girl involved. She'll get scared and won't do it.
What needs doing?
GERONA BANK
TELEPHONE
Hey. How are you, honey?
How'd it go? Did you get the loan?
-Yeah. -Really?
Definitely?
-Excuse me. -Yes.
-I'm looking for this street. -Okay.
-Is it around here? -Yes.
Just there, on the right.
I just went there. I couldn't find it.
Not the first one.
You mean that one?
The second one.
On the right. See it?
Hey!
-You bastard! -For fuck's sake!
Dammit!
He's injured!
Are you okay?
Shit, there's so much money here, guys. He even had dollars.
-We're gonna celebrate, Gafitas. -We sure are.
I'm madly in love with you
But I don't know how to tell you
Gafitas is so smart.
Dibs on the girl from Logroño. Okay, guys?
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Good evening.
One rum and coke, angel.
Nice place, huh?
Hey. How's it going, sweetie?
Hey, can I get a drink?
-Hey. -How are you?
-Great. -Colette, how are you?
Easy now, Zarco.
Easy, Zarco. I know what you're like.
Come on, let's have a good time.
-Hey. -Did you forget me?
-No. How are you? -Good. Have you come to see me?
You're gonna have a blast.
This is where we go after we get lucky.
See you later.
Gafitas.
Come over here. I wanna introduce you to a friend.
Come on, champ.
-Hey, good-looking. What's your name? -Nacho.
I'm Francesca.
AKA la Paqui.
This is Gafitas. The guy I mentioned.
You're very handsome.
Jeez, Gafitas. Tell her something nice.
-She's hot. -Zarco.
Here, if you touch, you pay.
That's the good thing about this place.
No blurred lines. See?
Now I'll give her 5,000 pesetas.
You go with her and have the time of your fucking life.
Who? Me?
-Yes, you. -No…
-Go on, you've earned it. -But I don't wanna…
Jeez.
El Zarco.
Go on.
Gimme money for a hooker.
Chino, you're the hooker.
Want me to wash your dick?
No. I'm fine, thanks.
Hey, don't worry. There's no rush.
-It's just that… -Yeah, I know.
What do you know?
Well, I mean, el Zarco told me that
you're still a little shy.
But it's okay. Come on, come closer.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
Don't you like me?
-It's not that. -You don't like my tits.
No. I do…
In the US, they put something inside them to make them bigger.
Oh really?
I've always wanted to have massive tits.
But people here say they're nice.
They are.
Do you like them?
Yeah, they're nice.
How about now?
Is that better?
You can suck on them if you want.
I think I'm gonna leave.
Come on. What do you mean?
-Yes. -No, really…
Hold on, it's scary and all at the beginning, but then--
Don't worry, I mean it. You're beautiful.
Here, take this.
But, no, really…
Don't tell anyone, okay?
I won't. Don't worry.
Shit.
What?
You can't leave yet.
You see that light? It means the cops are here.
Look at all the good guys here.
Not as good as you.
How are you, honey?
Well, you know, bored.
Yeah. It's a bit dead tonight, huh?
Who's this cutie?
Deputy Inspector Cuenca.
Meet Colette. The funniest girl in Gerona.
If you say so.
Nice to meet you.
-So you're new, then? -Isn't it obvious?
-A newbie. -It's his first assignment.
We said, "Let's take him to La Vedette so he can lose his virginity."
Well, we'll get that sorted right away.
-No. -What do you mean?
Another time.
"Another time."
What can I get you? A rum and coke for you, right?
-Short. -Sure.
On Coca-Cola.
-She knows me well. -A scotch, Alfonso?
-Please. -And what about you, sweetie?
A scotch too.
But give him the nice stuff, okay? He's just arrived.
Fucking asshole.
The boss is the worst.
Once I had to do stuff with him. It was fucking gross. He's a creep.
And in return, he leaves you alone?
The boss has them eating out of her hand.
And on weekends, our busiest time, they don't come near.
So we'll be here a while.
Yeah.
Put it there. That's great.
Thanks, Colette.
No, thanks. I'm fine.
That's the good thing about small places.
If you wanna sell something stolen, you have to come to this neighborhood.
So you have no choice.
You have to know the district inside out.
Here, the most dangerous things you'll find are cirrhosis and gonorrhea.
Close your eyes.
-What are you up to? -Nothing, trust me. Close your eyes.
Okay, now think of a girl that you like.
I'm sure there's someone.
You don't have a girlfriend, do you?
Not yet, no.
Okay. There must be a girl from school or a neighbor that you like.
Yeah, there's one girl.
Okay, so picture her in your mind.
Can you see her?
Yes.
And what is she doing?
She's dancing.
She dances.
She looks at you.
She smiles.
You approach her.
You get closer.
And closer.
You brush up against her.
And then,
all of a sudden…
Give it here.
What's up? Don't you like to dance?
I can't dance.
You can't roll a joint either, but you smoke them.
I've been told you do other things.
What were you told?
What do you want? Me to sweet-talk you? You know what.
-Did you get a lot of money? -The guy was loaded.
Who would've thought?
You act like such a good boy.
I'm not a boy.
No, yeah. I know.
You're a man now. Aren't you?
It's a shame.
What is?
I wanted you to have your first time with me.
Instead of a hooker.
Who told you?
-El Chino. -Fucking Chino.
Lina is pissed off.
El Gordo won't get any for a week.
And el Zarco?
El Zarco should know.
-Are you pissed off too? -No, I'm not.
But I don't like it.
The hooker thing.
But you also do what you want.
It's not the same.
Didn't you screw the mustache guy?
Yeah. So what?
It's one thing to screw who you want.
It's another to get screwed by someone who's paid you.
Zarco, got anything?
No, nothing. I'm broke. Have you got any cash?
The old hag won't take an IOU. That bitch is so fucking stingy. Fuck.
After all that money I gave her for four damn pills.
That old bat won't ruin my night. Guille, go get your stuff. Where's Tere?
Outside.
Great. Do you wanna score some drugs? Come with us, then.
Look, here it is.
Take off your jacket, Guille.
-No fucking way, man. -Come on.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
-Hello. -Good evening.
-Do you have suppositories? -Glycerin ones?
Yeah, those ones.
Shut up. You'll blow it.
Here. That's 45 pesetas, please.
Thank you.
What's wrong?
Breathe.
I can't.
Her water broke.
I can't breathe.
-Breathe. -Relax.
Breathe deeply.
I can't.
I'll call an ambulance.
Get inside. Come on. Move, dammit.
He's so cute.
He looks like you.
She's going into labor!
They stole prolintane, amphetamine sulfate, Rohypnol,
Valium, Preludin…
They had a clear shopping list.
Yeah.
They took all the money in the register. 5,000 pesetas.
The car was over there.
They got in it and were gone.
So there were three of them. Describe them.
Yeah, one had a scar here…
-The other had long, brown hair. -A scar…
SPA HISTORIC DRUGSTORE
Eight drugstores in 20 days.
It's always pills they steal.
Especially amphetamines. And cash from the register.
And in Barcelona too.
Looting drugstores is all the rage now, right?
It's like an epidemic.
The modus operandi remains the same.
The girl's water breaks, distracting the staff.
Some guys sneak into the back room.
Don't forget the boy.
-Yeah, him too. -What boy?
It seems there's--
A boy who speaks Catalan.
He throws the staff off and keeps a lookout.
Meanwhile, the others rob the place.
No, the descriptions don't match.
Not in every case.
There could be several members who take turns.
Except the girl and the boy.
What are you trying to say?
They're a gang?
I think they must be. Don't you?
I don't know.
We've never had gangs here before.
Until now.
A sailor dance…
Who's this Busquets kid?
Oriol Busquets. He's in my class.
I don't know him. You haven't brought him home before.
Of course you don't, Mom. I don't bring anybody home.
-To them, we're outsiders. -Hey.
Don't say that. Your father's a civil servant. We've been here years.
Yes, Mom. Whatever you say.
I'm not gonna pass up the invite. It's a first.
Here you go.
His mom could've at least called.
Hey, why are you laughing?
We don't need your permission, Mom.
Yeah, but people have plans.
We're going on vacation in three days.
-If you go-- -I'm not coming.
What do you mean?
Why would I? Dad won't talk to me.
Well, what will you do when you get back?
Stay with your sister?
I'd rather be alone.
No way. If you don't come, you'll stay with your sister.
-And you'll do whatever she says. -Okay, Mom.
Don't worry. This'll be good for everybody.
No way.
Fuck me…
Look who it is. The missing person.
You're right. Where have you been?
-Around. -What's with the bag?
Can't you see? He's going to the gym to get ripped.
Well, right now…
Hey. Easy now.
Chill out.
Who are they?
-Are they beeping at us? -No, at me.
Do you know them?
A little.
Do you know who they are?
-What did he do to you, man? -Let go. Leave me alone.
They're slow.
Jeez, Guille. Loosen up. We're at the beach.
-You'll see, they'll bring cash. -Yeah…
Look, there they are.
What a good-looking bunch.
What's up, guys?
How did it go?
We sold three boxes to some English chicks.
English chicks?
How did you understand them, you clown?
I used sign language. If you make an effort, you get it.
It's fucking nothing.
It's not, man. People here are different. They're chilling.
Look at the hash I got.
That's some good shit. You've never had hash like it.
Fuck me, what a bunch of assholes.
We came here to sell, and you buy hash.
-How much did you pay for that? -Two grand.
2,000 pesetas…
Mark my words, we're gonna lose money.
-If you listened to me for once… -It's dangerous.
How's it dangerous?
In and out. The banks are where the dough is.
We take it to the gypsy, and he'll give us some guns.
I'm fucking sick of him scamming us. I don't wanna do it.
See those two?
Come with me. We'll show these drips how it's done.
They don't look like they do drugs.
Neither do you.
This should be good stuff.
-Roll a joint and we'll find out. -You do it. I've tried and it's…
Hi, sweetie. Have you got a light?
-Bonjour. -Where are you from?
-They're French. -You speak French?
No, but Catalan helps a little.
French…
I've been to France. The town on the other side of the border.
-What's it called? -Perpignan.
-Help me out, man. I don't understand. -Me neither.
Look at him. Boy, can he talk.
They're hot, aren't they?
Yeah, but he barely speaks Spanish. How's he talking to them?
-See how cozy they're getting. -El Zarco's in his element.
What the fuck is he doing?
He says he's gonna sneak some pills to them.
El Zarco's gonna sneak something else in real deep.
They're students.
They wanna know what we do.
We steal.
-How do you say that in French? -How the fuck do I know?
Let me explain, honey.
We rob drugstores.
-Is it good stuff or what? -It looks good.
-Two grand is fucking great. -Gordo.
What are we doing here? I wanna go to Gerona.
-Here we go. -Let's see what happens.
What's gonna happen? Nothing.
You're henpecked.
They're back.
Good news, guys.
There's a beach party tonight, and there'll be tourists.
That's what I'm talking about!
Come on, Guille. Cheer the fuck up. We're gonna sell tons of pills.
Here, this is for you.
Told you. This place is full of hippies. Soon we'll be out of pills.
Hey.
One for you. One for Lina. Live for the goddamn moment.
Do you want some pills?
Hey.
-What? -Let me introduce you to someone.
Come on. Not now, man.
Yes, now. I told her about the pills, but I don't understand a damn thing.
-You have drugs? -Drugs?
Pills?
We want to buy all.
What happened to that French girl? Did you hook up?
We touched each other and stuff, but that's about it.
-Nothing else? -This is so fucking dope, man!
-What's up? -They're gonna buy all the pills.
Those two?
They're off to Germany tomorrow. They want it all.
Have they got the cash?
Not in pesetas. In marks.
What are they worth?
Much more than pesetas.
The thing is, we'll have to go to them. A nearby campground.
-They're loaded and camping? -Yes, man.
That's how they live, but they're rolling in it.
-I'm gonna tell el Zarco. -No, he's busy.
If you see him, tell him we're in the car with these two.
-You're coming too. -I'm not.
-How will we talk to them? -The deal's done.
Leave him to kiss Tere's ass.
Fuck you, man!
Hey! Don't be mad. You're on the wrong track.
Tere.
Where are the others?
El Guille has gone to do some business. I don't know about the rest.
Did el Zarco go too?
Not with them, no.
Maybe he's with the French girl.
I doubt it. Come on, let's try and find them.
Have you seen el Zarco?
I have no fucking clue.
We can wait for them by the cars, if you like.
It's much nicer here though.
No, we'll be going in circles. Fuck him. He'll show up.
Besides, you're right.
It's really nice here.
Are you for real?
This is gonna be great for me.
And for you too!
Wait for me!
It's freezing, huh?
"It's freezing, huh?"
-Oh no! -What?
The bracelet.
-Did you lose it? -It fell off.
-In here? -Yeah, just now.
You found it.
Hey, Gafitas.
-What? -We haven't screwed yet, have we?
Are you nervous?
A little.
I'm gonna be so fucking pissed if we find out they're broke.
Don't worry, man.
I think they just wanted a ride.
What are you doing?
We won't get there. The car's running on fumes.
GAS STATION
GASOLINE
Evening.
-2,000 pesetas' worth. -Okay.
-Here you are. -Thanks.
Have a good one.
Gimme the fucking bag!
-Just don't hurt me. -Give it. Don't be an ass.
-Stay here and don't move. -Okay, don't worry.
Whatever you say.
Shit! What did you do, Guille?
Fucking son of a bitch!
Bastards! Assholes!
-He's busted me open, man! -What did you do, Guille?
Fuck!
He's busted me open, man!
-Shut the hell up! -Shit!
I should have slit his throat, that son of a fucking bitch!
Shut the fuck up!
Hey! She's gonna fall out!
Grab her, dammit!
Holy shit, she's gonna fall out!
-Goddamn it! -Shit!
You can take him.
Look, over here.
Be careful.
Easy does it.
-Are those the pills? -They're over there.
Weren't there four in the car?
Come with me.
He's not going anywhere.
Afternoon.
-Two beers, please. -Make that one.
Nope. None of them hung out with that kid.
Are you sure?
Of course I fucking am. They're hiding.
That's why they didn't go to the funeral. They'll go to ground for a while.
And the guy in the hospital? Did you speak to the doctor?
He's in a really bad way. He'll be of no use.
How much do we owe?
Thank you.
You didn't ask for this assignment, did you?
No. I wanted to go to Barcelona.
Afternoon, girls.
It's clear that you don't like this.
Believe it or not, neither did I at first.
Then it grew on me.
You got married?
I did.
If we catch these guys, you'll have an easy life.
Next year, you'll be at the Sagrada Familia.
-I doubt we'll get a lead here. -Wait.
It may be our lucky day.
See him? He's a bigmouth. He knows everybody.
You'll see. Come on.
Hey, Chino!
Who? Me?
Don't be an asshole. You saw me.
-I've done nothing wrong. -I know. You're a saint.
Listen to me.
Shouldn't you be in mourning or something?
Me? Why?
Weren't you good friends with the guy who died?
-El Guille? -Yeah, him.
Well, I wouldn't say we were really that close.
In any case, I'm sorry for your loss.
Hey, wasn't el Guille involved in all that drugstore nonsense?
What drugstores?
Jeez, Chino. You seem to be asking for it.
I'm telling the truth. I don't know anything about it.
Want another slap?
I swear on my life I'm not lying.
I have no damn clue. You're mixed up.
Empty out your pockets. Come on.
I've got nothing on me.
Chino, don't test my patience or I'll punch you.
What's up with you?
We can't just stand around. Tibidabo awaits.
What's this crap? Where's the rest? Come on.
-What do you mean? -Hands on the goddamn wall.
-Jeez. I swear I don't-- -Shut your fucking mouth!
Let's see what we have here.
Hey, what's this?
This won't treat a cold.
-That's not mine. -What do you mean, you piece of shit?
What are you suggesting?
You see it too? What should we do with him?
-Take him to the precinct. -Exactly. We'll take him to the precinct.
You've brought it on yourself, Chino. You're being a real jerk.
He looks so cute in that photo.
He was an ugly bastard.
He had a real bad temper too.
Fuck it.
Cris, there's nothing to eat.
You should've bought something.
-There's pasta and tomato sauce. -There you go. Pasta with tomato sauce.
You know how to boil water, right?
And then you can tidy your room. I'm fed up with being your maid.
They're back in a week. Look at the house.
A week?
Time flies, huh?
Since you're never around these days…
You were always out. Then nobody could get you out of bed.
Leave me alone. You're not innocent either.
You think I didn't notice you bringing your boyfriend over?
-Hey, if you say a word… -What?
My lips are sealed.
It's bland.
Yeah, it tastes like shit.
By the way, do you still go to that arcade?
Yeah, sometimes. Why?
Amparo told me that someone robbed the place.
Apparently, they stabbed the guy who works there.
-Mr. Tomàs? -Yeah, whatever his name is.
When did it happen?
Last night, I think.
I thought, "Good thing he didn't go out." Didn't you used to help him close up?
Don't you move. I'll get it.
Hello? Oh, yes.
Yeah, one minute.
It's for you.
-Who is it? -I don't know. They want you to go down.
What's up? Why the long face?
You said we should lay low.
I say a lot of things. Get in. Let's go for a ride.
Nice house.
You've got money.
What does your dad do?
-What about yours? -He does jack shit.
Remember el Guille kept going on about robbing a bank?
CENTRAL BANK
Are you serious?
Better that than flirting with death for peanuts and getting shot.
How could you afford this?
I robbed the arcade.
If el Guille had one of these, he'd still be with us.
We've been real jerks.
Now, go in and get them to exchange this.
Find out who's there, where the money is, everything.
CENTRAL BANK
You want us two to rob it on our own?
No. There'll be four of us.
Tere and I will go in.
El Gordo will keep the car running.
You'll be on the lookout for cops on the corner.
CENTRAL BANK
Jeez, Pepín…
Not again.
-Manolo… -Don't give me that.
There are plenty of other places to park.
This happens every week.
I told you, my back's been acting up for a week.
Shall I pick these up myself?
I'm going.
-Manolo, I'm done. -He's running!
-I've finished. -Pepín's running!
Now we're getting somewhere.
Come on, now.
Get a move on.
Get the fuck out of my way!
Let's see.
Are you sure he saw us?
I'm fucking certain.
Maybe he didn't.
With guns and pantyhose on your heads? You'd have to be stupid.
For fuck's sake! This is peanuts, man.
Did you see the cashier's face when we walked in? He nearly shit himself.
Shit! Holy shit!
-Where did they come from? -How should I know?
-Shit! -Jesus!
Dammit!
Here, Gafitas!
Come on. Fucking take it!
Go on, Gafitas! Fucking shoot!
Fuck me!
El Gordo snores like an old lady.
I didn't even notice.
You did good yesterday. You gave it your all.
Do you think he's dead?
I don't know.
I hope not.
Keep a low profile for a while.
I wouldn't go near La Font if I were you.
I mean, do what the hell you want.
But if you want my advice, split.
Why?
You're not like us.
I do the same thing as you.
You do, but it's different.
-I'm not following. -You have something to lose.
We don't.
You have another life.
I want this life.
You know what it's like in prison?
I spent six months in there, and trust me, it's no joke.
-Especially for someone like you. -Because I don't have the balls?
No, man. It's not about having balls.
You saw what you had to see.
From now on, it's only gonna get worse.
This won't end well, Gafitas.
Fuck, it's cold.
You really like Tere, don't you?
Yeah, she's cool.
You wanna screw her.
Like the other day at the beach.
Did you think I didn't know?
Excuse me. I'm looking for a girl. She's tall, brunette, and her name's Tere.
On the next street. The house with loads of kids.
Thank you.
Hi.
I'm looking for Tere.
Tere.
-What are you doing here? -I needed to talk to you.
-Has something happened? -No.
I mean, I don't know. I haven't been to La Font for days.
Why are you staring?
No reason. It's weird seeing you like this.
What is it? Why are you here?
-Did you tell el Zarco? -About what?
About me.
-Why would we talk about you? -Well…
You tell each other everything.
Did you tell him what happened on the beach?
I didn't say a word. What are you trying to say?
We talked the other day.
He told me not to go back to La Font and that it wasn't about you.
Right.
What do you think?
What should I say? Do what you want.
You must have something to say. Would you care if you never saw me again?
He said that as a pal. He doesn't want anything to happen to you.
That and because he doesn't like us…
What do you mean "us"?
Jeez, Tere. What's up with you?
I'm here because of you.
I wanna know…
What? If we'll screw again?
You only did it with me to piss off el Zarco, didn't you?
He went with the French girl. You said, "I'll show him."
You're getting it twisted.
You're the one who's getting it twisted.
Nacho.
Of course I would care. A lot.
But you have your whole life ahead of you. Live it.
It's up to you.
Tere!
Come here.
We'll be at La Font the day after next.
In case you don't go…
Bye, Gafitas.
-Tere! -I'm coming.
One of them was a girl.
And the officer saw a boy around 16 years old on the lookout.
-Like the drugstore boy. -Exactly.
Still, I don't understand why you think they're the same people.
-Want some more? -No, thanks.
Whatever you say.
If we tell the commissioner this and we're wrong…
We've got a source close to them.
He heard the girl of a guy named el Gordo say they almost killed an officer.
And thank God he wasn't dead.
He had a narrow escape.
His helmet stopped the bullet. Otherwise, he'd be in a coffin
with his brains smeared across the road.
Bastards…
Let's go get them.
Can I get a beer?
What's up, man? I haven't seen you here for a long while.
I've been away.
You haven't heard, then?
-What? -About el Piernas.
The cops booked him yesterday.
They say he had something to do with that bank robbery in Bordils.
That's not true.
No, it's not.
Hey, Gafitas.
I heard about el Piernas.
Yeah, it sucks ass.
Especially right now.
-Won't be long, Gordo. -Okay.
Hey, Rata. How's it going?
-What's up, pal? -Nothing much, really.
Hey, why don't you take me?
You? Where?
Wherever you're headed. You know I'm up for anything.
Yeah, any kind of shit.
Let's go outside. It's so damn hot in here.
Where the fuck is Tere?
Why do you need anyone else? I'll go.
No, the place is big. Three of us should go.
Exactly. Tere, el Zarco, and I. You can drive.
-Carlos! -This is getting complicated.
By the time we start the car and get there, it'll be too late.
Hey, about time. Thank God.
-You came in the end. -I did.
What about el Rata?
-He just got out. He's staying out of it. -Shit.
The four of us can do it, can't we?
We need one more.
El Chino?
I don't trust him with a gun.
He can drive.
-What about me? -You're the lookout.
-No, I'm coming in. -We're out of guns!
-You keep lookout. -No.
I'm going in.
You asked him to come.
That's how it is now.
-Hello, madam. How are you? -Fine.
Here you go, sir…
Everyone, get on the fucking floor!
Get the fuck down.
Come on, goddammit!
Stay down and don't fucking move!
-Down! -Get up.
I said get up, for fuck's sake.
Let me in or I'll blow his brains out.
-Goddammit. -Open the fucking door now!
For God's sake. Let him in!
JUAN'S BARBERSHOP
TELEPHONE
-Open up, goddammit. -On the floor!
Get over there. Come on!
Look down, for fuck's sake!
Go around the other side.
Don't move a muscle. Don't you dare.
Hey, sit still. Come on!
Hang up, you son of a bitch.
Get up! Open the goddamn safe.
-I can't. -Fucking open it!
-It has a time delay. -What do you mean?
-It takes ten minutes-- -Open it. Come on, Jesus fucking Christ!
Two, four…
six, five, two.
For fuck's sake!
Hurry the fuck up!
I don't have all day. Come on.
-Done. -Okay, now get over there.
What did I say? Stay with the others.
Over there!
On the floor!
Get down!
Stay there, for fuck's sake.
Can I use your phone?
What's el Zarco doing?
-What the hell? -I'm waiting for the safe to open.
-How long? -Four more minutes. Gimme.
-No fucking way! Let's go! -Wait, dammit!
-Let's go! -That's peanuts. Stay here.
Hey, Cuenca.
I would like to speak to Inspector Cuenca.
I'm gonna ask you…
one more fucking time.
Who the fuck was with you in the bank?
-Cuenca, you've got a call. -Shut the damn door!
Hey, look at me.
Come on.
Shit.
Hello?
We're gonna get caught. Come on.
-Get over here. -Come on.
Open the fucking door.
Don't move, dammit! Don't fucking move!
-How much longer? -Twenty seconds.
Stay over there or I'll blow your head off!
Don't fucking move!
-Come on! -It's open.
Move out of the goddamn way.
They're still in there. Yeah.
Fucking snitch. Asshole.
Move it.
-Come on! -Let's go!
Quick! Come on!
Where the fuck are they? Where's el Chino?
For fuck's sake.
Where's Tere? We can't go without her!
She can take care of herself.
Wait a minute.
She's there, Gordo! Wait!
Wait, goddamn it.
No fucking way! I'm not getting caught!
Fuck! What do we do?
Get a move on.
Come on, pick up the pace!
Fucking assholes.
Shit, they're closing in.
What now, Zarco?
Turn right after the arch.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Quick, Gordo!
Come on.
-Holy shit. -Go fucking faster!
-Fuck! -Shut up!
What are you doing?
Holy shit!
Jesus Christ!
Shit, Gordo. Step on it.
-They're going toward Gerona. -Roger. They're coming.
They'll come over La Barca bridge.
Shit! Come on, Gordo. They're closing in!
You're gonna kill us!
POLICE
-They're close. -They're coming!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Shit!
Reverse, Gordo. Hurry the fuck up!
Fire!
Quick!
-Motherfuckers! -Goddammit!
-Zarco, are you okay? -I'm fine!
Keep going. It's fine.
Let's go. Come on!
Fuck! Holy shit!
Fuck me.
Brake, Gordo! Watch out! The road's closed!
Shit! Come on, Gordo. Run!
-Quick! -Holy shit!
Come on!
Run, goddammit!
Shit, Zarco!
Get a move on.
-Holy crap! -Motherfuckers!
Bastards!
Come on, dammit. Fucking assholes.
Goddammit!
Scumbags!
It's just a scratch.
Jesus fucking Christ. Come on!
Shit!
We need to move, Gordo.
No, Gordo!
No!
Fucking pricks!
Fuck!
Let's go! Come on!
Shit! Come on!
Damn it!
-Goddammit! -Zarco!
-Fuck! -Come on!
-I can't move. -You can!
-I can't, man! -You fucking can!
-Get out of here! -Come on, Zarco!
Go or I'll fucking shoot you myself!
Scram, goddammit!
Cris, help me put this in the kitchen.
-Come on. -Sure, coming.
-Nacho! -It's just a graze.
-What happened? -I fell off a motorbike. It's nothing.
My God, you're covered in blood. What do you mean it's nothing?
It's not as bad as it looks.
It's fine, Dad, honest.
He fell off a bike!
-In the bathroom. -Go to the hospital.
-Calm down, Mom. -The first-aid kit?
In the bedroom.
-It's just a graze. -What have you done to yourself?
The first-aid kit.
Don't worry, Mom. It's nothing major.
-Take your shirt off. -Here.
Give it here. You two, leave.
Let's go, Mom.
There's a lot of blood, but I'm sure he'll be fine.
-Now, let me see. Come on. -It's nothing.
This isn't a bike injury.
Tell me the truth.
I was on a motorbike and fell off.
If you want my help, you'll have to tell me the truth.
Otherwise, you can leave right now.
What's the matter, Son?
Watch out for the wolf!
The wolf!
I waited for my papers, but they didn't come. I wanted to vote.
I voted for the Democratic Pact for Catalonia.
The PSUC.
The Spanish Socialist Workers' Party.
Nacho.
Good evening. Ignacio Cañas?
Yes, that's me.
We'd like to speak to your son.
-Is he here? -Yes, we're here together.
Come in.
Nacho's already in bed.
This early?
Yeah, we had a little fishing accident today.
You like to fish?
We really do. We've been out to sea all week.
All week?
This isn't your house.
No, it belongs to a friend.
He went back to Gerona.
We had some vacation days left, so…
Did my wife give you this address?
-Yeah. -She did.
But listen…
This accident, how…
Nacho got a scratch while throwing the bait.
A little messy but that's it.
We didn't need a doctor. I tended to it.
Can you tell him we're here?
Yes, of course.
Why exactly do you want to see my son?
We have evidence involving your son and a robbery.
We're taking him to the precinct to be questioned.
It can't have been him.
-You're mistaken. -Get him.
-No, wait. -Stay here.
-I just don't get-- -Calm down.
Take it easy.
Here he is.
Come on. Wake up, Gafitas.
Isn't that what your pals call you?
All that spiel about fishing,
extra vacation days…
That's enough now.
I know you want to help him.
If you give false testimony,
you could also end up in jail.
That wouldn't be a first.
I spent 48 hours in a cell many moons ago.
I took part in a student demonstration.
My father paid my bail to get me out.
He brought a police file home with him.
It was mine.
In a box, it read,
"Defiance of the regime."
With that, I would've never gotten a public administration job.
I don't know how my life would be now. Definitely very different.
He bribed a policeman.
He gave him his watch and risked going to jail.
Just so I could have this chance.
-If you're thinking about bribing me-- -Do what you have to do.
Accuse me of something if you want.
Again, I'll say that I was fishing with my son all week.
If he committed a crime, he must pay. The law should be equal for all.
Life isn't equal for all.
My son has an opportunity. He has me.
-His family. -You'll be there when he gets out.
We will, but he won't.
He'll never be the same again.
You know that.
Hidalgo!
Yeah?
-How much longer? -One minute. He's taking his time.
We have time. Want to change your statement?
Your son will confess.
He probably already has. Why make matters worse?
We were here all day.
Fishing.
About the owner, the one who gave you the keys.
Does he know?
He's a close friend. Did you tell him?
Yeah.
It took me ages to put a T-shirt on him.
He won't be coming with us.
It's not him.
-What? -You heard him.
They've been here all week fishing.
Are you joking?
No.
You said the owner of the house came yesterday and stayed until today.
He offered to take you to the hospital.
Yeah, he said he had to leave, so…
-Are you sure? -I'm certain.
Would your friend say the same thing if he testified?
The exact same thing?
He would.
See? It's not him.
Right.
Hey, Cuenca.
You did a great job just now. We've got el Zarco.
These guys are normal people.
The kid was shitting a brick.
He wouldn't last one day in prison.
Ignacio Cañas?
Ignacio Cañas Navarro?
Yeah, that's me.
Sorry.
How's it going, Gafitas?
Wow, you're looking smart.
-How are you, Zarco? -In a fucking bad way.
My teeth are the worst. I might as well pull them out.
The food's shit in here.
-Hey, I know some of your clients. -Really?
El Limón, the Colombian. That Russian asshole, Yuri.
They say you're top-notch.
I can't be that great if they're in here too.
If you worked miracles, you'd be a priest, not a lawyer.
You know, I found out months ago that they moved you here.
I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.
Don't sweat it. Better late than never.
Jeez, it's been a hell of a lot of years.
Twenty-eight.
What have you been up to?
Me? Not a lot.
You can't have been studying 24/7.
-Did you get married? -Yeah, but not for long. Two years.
-Any children? -No.
-As far as you know. -No…
Definitely not.
By the way, I've been looking at your file.
It's not gonna be easy.
We should try to combine all the charges.
-With some luck, in a few years-- -A few years.
I don't think I have a few years.
Right, well, we can use that too.
Prison release for medical reasons--
She sent you a letter too, didn't she?
Tere?
Yeah.
That's why you're here. She told you to come.
That goddamn woman.
She also said I should call you.
She cared about you.
All her life.
She never missed a visit, you know.
Wherever I was, she'd travel to see me.
800 km when I was in Cádiz.
Until one day, she didn't come. Goddammit.
I swear, a shiver ran through me. The damn disease took her in no time!
I was at the funeral.
It was packed.
Apparently, she was popular where she lived.
I should have gone to see her, but these bastards…
And you, with the life you've had, could've gone to see her.
You think it never crossed my mind?
-I thought about it a thousand times. -But you didn't go.
No. I didn't have a chance.
She'd always be hooked on you, even if you were rotting in here.
Right.
I bet you would've liked it if that day I…
What?
If they'd shot me dead, so you'd get a free pass.
What do you mean? You saved my life.
Okay, yeah.
I'm not gonna lie. I did think about it.
Aren't I a bad person?
Is something funny?
You really screwed up.
She was crazy about you.
Can we move on?
Didn't she tell you?
That she was crazy about me? No.
We were brother and sister.
No wonder she didn't tell you. She was too embarrassed.
Brother and sister?
Same dad, different mom.
Nobody in the neighborhood knew.
Neither did we, at first.
When things got serious between us, her mom told her.
In case I knocked her up.
We stopped.
But she still loved you.
-She was my sister. -You loved her--
She was my goddamn sister!
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
What's done is done.
Let's forget about it. Right, Gafitas?
-What did he say? -8:30 or 9:00, I'm not sure.
At the bar. We'll see.
Hi. Have you seen el Jou?
El Jou? He hasn't been here for at least six months.
Right.
Where's the cigarette machine?
Over there.
CIGARETTES
How's it going, Gafitas?
Tere.
It's been too long.
-A year. -Or even longer.
It's so nice to see you. What are you up to now?
I'm studying, and you?
Just trying to get by, as usual.
Helping my sister. She's pregnant again.
-Seriously? -She's something else.
How about el Zarco?
Still locked up. I visit every month.
He hasn't been to trial yet?
Things are a little more complicated.
He got into a fight in prison and got charged again.
I see.
You know how he is. He complains but hangs in there.
How about a drink?
I can't. They're waiting for me.
Who? Your girl?
No, some friends.
Have you got a girlfriend?
No.
But there's someone.
Wow, check you out, Gafitas.
Maybe you can help me find el Jou. I'm looking to score some.
Impossible. They locked him up a while ago.
How much?
200 pesetas' worth.
-Wait outside. I'll see what I can do. -Okay.
Carmen! Come up here! Your mom's on the phone.
It's your mom!
Hopefully we'll see each other soon.
Yeah, we should meet up again.
You look very pretty.
Is that what you tell your girl?
I haven't told her that.
Not yet.
Hey, how about this?
I'm going dancing tomorrow.
At el Rufus?
If you wanna come…
Of course.
See you tomorrow at el Rufus.
Are you sure?
I'm certain.
Well, just in case…
Bye, Gafitas.
Subtitle translation by: L. Bordelais