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- Did you double clicked here?

- Of course I did!

- Look at this one! Everyone is

there. The baby, look!

- Where is it?

- Ummm... where was it, Oro?

I'm a fan of Real Madrid, this sucks!

- What do you mean it sucks?

- Oh, grandma will buy you the Madrid one.

Look! It's the one Lionel uses!

- How can you be a fan of those losers?

It's the one Messi uses!

Leave him, leave him mom.

- Sofia.

- Okay, okay.

- If you didn't throw a tantrum...

Open this one, see what you think.

I saw it and I tought of you.

For the new house. Surprise.

- Watch it. It's fragile.

- It was your mom's idea.

- Bedroom furniture! Do you like it?

- Yes... a lot...

- I didn't have anything to do with it.

- And besides, socks.

From the store Lucia sent me to.

I bought for everyone.

You... Santi... Lucia... Matilde.

They will be useful in winter.

- Let's make a lot of noise

so my classmates panic!

- But you should learn to

get down by yourself, eh!

What will your classmates say otherwise?

Stop, stop, stop! Watch it,

watch it! Careful!

The arm, the arm,

we got to take out the arm!

It's stuck! Take the arm out!

- I'll put you this, and it'll cure you.

- Does it itch?

- No, it doesn't itch. Let her, Santi.

- I'll blow and it won't itch.

- It doesn't itch.

- Did you see?

I want to pee.

- Then I'll leave you, excuse me.

- Thanks.

- Look, let's not tell your mom

anything about this. It's a secret.

- Why?

- So she doesn't worry, love.

I'll wait for you outside.

To Independiente!

- No! - Shh, quiet. You

can't sleep in it. It's dirty.

What happened to you?

It fell, I didn't throw it.

What fell?

What fell? A classmate did this to you?

No, it was on the kids birthday.

- What kids?

- The sons of dad's frend.

Who? Which friend?

- I promised dad I won't tell

anyone or he'll get angry.

Santi, which friend of dad's?

Santi, c'mon, Santi.

- Santi!

- I'm asleep.

- Why do you hide it?

- Reflex.

What are you doing up?

Don't do that.

A**hole!

Stop it!

- The truck has a broken light,

so I don't want you to use it!

What do you mean, a broken light?

- Why didn't you tell me?

- It does not run.

- Why don't you take him in the truck,

that way you get some fresh air.

- I have to go now, mom.

- I'll stay with the kid until you return.

Go, go, so you stop busting

my balls a while.

- Can you do it? If you come, you can

do the backing vocals.

Get dressed, we aren't going to Woodstock.

This is my sister. Lucia.

They are ours... the visuals.

A frend made them... with care...

- What do I do?

- Ehhh... wires!

- And, do you like it?

- Yes.

- And the mic? You didn't give

our backing singer a mic?

- I don't want to sing.

- You're going to sing.

I don't want to, I tell you.

My sister, Lucia! A beauty, ain't she?

- It's nice.

- Yeah, I know. It's getting there.

I never came here so early.

- Don't you have a pool?

- Yes, but I've got to fx it.

It's got good acoustics.

- Flirting next to him.

- No! Are you going to put on a show?

I found you on that caf.

And your eyes fixed on me.

I looked at you and made you smile.

I see you behind my footsteps.

You hide in my shadow.

And I'm tired of playing.

Tur me on, woman, turn me on.

Tur me on, me, tur me on.

- I painted your tattoo.

- I don't like what you're doing there.

Paint it! Paint it! I'll paint your leg.

- I'll cover up your tattoo!

- I'll paint over your entire helmet!

Tattoos, goodbye!

I commend myself to the lord!

No one should see her! No one!

- No one sees her! She doesn't exist!

She's a ghost!

- Anyway, you're screwed

because I open this and...

- You can't paint my face!

- I'll paint you!

Mom! Mommy! Let's go to dad's!

Bring that one to the right!

More, more, get closer. Closer to me.

- Closer, closer, here.

- Where?

Here, closer!

- Come in.

- I won't come in, I don't want to come in.

Lucia!

Lucia! Ey! Lucia!

What an idiot...

- Do you want some more?

- I'll be leaving.

I think we'll have to change the roof.

I like it like this.

- It's out of fashion. They don't build

pitched roofs anymore.

How long can that take?

- Three months.

- Three months?

- Something like that. If the rest is fne,

we fumigate and change the rotten beams.

But I think it should be changed.

- Are you staying?

- What?

- If you're staying.

- No, I'm leaving.

- Which one?

- Heels. You husband likes you with heels.

You're beautiful, leave your hair be!

Where are you going like that?

And you? Do you need make up?

We play at a party.

Hi.

- I can't jon you because I have to

go out with my husband. Next time.

What are you doing, idiot?

Can you call him?

Hey, hi!

How are you? The girls... but wait!

Lucia, Otero, the famous Otero.

How are you?

- Good?

- Yeah.

Do you want a daikiri?

Strawberry.

- I don't know. Don't you

have anything else?

- It's good, eh.

- Okay.

- Can you make me a strawberry daikiri?

- Ok.

- It's really nice.

- Have you seen?

How big are they?

- Emmm... five, two and a

half, seven, four.

Come. You cannot not dance. Come on.

Let's go?

Okay, let's go.

- Let me say hi to a friend and

I'll be back. - I'll jon you.

- No, no, I'll be back.

- I'll go with you!

Thank you.

F*** it.

Don't you ever feel like seeing me?

Don't you miss me?

- I'm not talking about that.

- Ah! I am.

- You always do what you want. "Me, me, me!"

- I didn't make you leave.

- Selfsh.

- I'm selfsh?

- Why did you want to stay?

- I was having a good time.

- You were?

- A lot.

Well, I wasn't.

- Where are you going? It isn't

this exit, it's the next one.

Surprise!

- What surprise?

- You'll like it.

- No.

- I promise you will.

- I don't want to!

- Shut up!

Shut up what?

He can't go there. Stop it!

- Stop it!

- I don't want to go.

- What are you, two?

- I don't care how old I am.

Move over, I can't see.

Why the angst?

Thanks.

It's not angst, it's hate, understand?

Why are you with me if you hate me?

- Leave me!

- I'm tring.

What are you trying? To leave me?

- Like you left cigarettes?

You come and you go.

- What?

- You're a f***ing brat!

- That's what you want? Me gettin'

tired and leaving you?

- Coward.

- Coward? You went to your parents' house.

Ridiculous. Let's go?

Think I don't realize what you're dong?

Ay, ay, ay, you're angry.

I can't get out, f***!

- Stop f***ing around,

you'll get busted, idiot!

Go inside!

Stop it! Let me go.

Are you crazy? What are you doing? Stop!

Stop it, stop it, stop it.

Leave me, stop it, no!

I don't want to, stop it!

Yes, we'll leave. Thanks.

- Are we okay?

- Yes.

- I'm showing them the way.

- Grab onto him, eh!

- This is the road home.

- They'll like our home, you know?

- Which one is Perla?

- Perla is the blackest one.

- The blackest one or the whitest one?

- No, the black one. And the other is...

- Trn.

- Trn.

Dad! Here!

- Hello, little one.

- Hi!

Dad, can you take me?

What are you doing with those dogs?

- Where did you get them?

- Mom bought them!

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