Also Known as Jihadi Page #2

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Caressing your soul in my solitude

My poor heart doesn't think straight

And when it gets pushed away from you

It can only weep

It can only moan

Bleeds to death in your good-bye

It's one of those complex decisions,

but that's why we're here,

to raise awareness, reinforce our ideas.

Justice, justice for all!

- My turn...

- Forget it.

- Why?

- You can't see.

- Check Natalia out.

- Get outta here!

There's some serious eye candy.

- Which one?

- Not that one, she's ugly!

- With the blue stripes?

- No, the red one.

That one in blue, stretching.

Yeah, some pair of legs!

You don't know

the first thing about legs.

Oh, shut up!

At least I got juice.

- Well done, Natalia!

- Quit it!

Feli, look,

your sister's up next.

Hope she falls,

after what she did to me.

- She's always up to something!

- She's impossible.

She's hot.

Can't be that bad...

She's horrible!

You're crazy!

- I'd totally screw her.

- What?

You prick!

Crdoba, are you on the moon?

Somebody else

has a crush on your sister.

Me? Not at all.

"Me", Crdoba!

You ruined this picture.

First time in front of a camera?

You could at least smile!

Mom...

I have a camping trip.

When?

October 12th.

It's just one night.

I suppose it's alright.

What is it?

Anything else?

I wanted to ask you something.

How did you know that dad was...

Well, not that...

that you liked him.

I dunno.

You get a feeling in your tummy like...

just different.

- Sounds strange.

- It is strange.

A mutual friend threw a party

and that's how I met him.

It was in a basement.

When he showed up,

he looked at me,

gave me a big smile,

and I just fell for him.

So, it was love at first sight.

You could say that.

At least for me.

Your dad played hard to get.

It took two months to win him over.

We became friends,

he talked to me.

I loved his eyes,

his way of putting things,

so earnestly.

And those glasses he wore!

- What's your story?

- What?

- What are you up to?

- With what?

- Don't beat about the bush.

- There's nobody.

Seriously.

I just wanted to know...

how it felt.

You fancy a classmate.

You fancy a classmate.

I could kill the little brat.

You're mine, all mine!

Mine, mine!

Who is it? Who is it?

Nobody.

Nobody.

What happened?

It was a set-up.

F***!

- Are you alone?

- Yes, I am.

- What happened?

- It was a trap.

Gallego, the son of a b*tch!

Are you alright?

- Let me see.

- What is it, Beto?

- Let me see.

- Stop it!

Let me see.

Tell me everything, dammit!

I got there 10 minutes early

to scout the place.

It looked OK. At the arranged time,

I turn the corner.

The guy's sitting on the sidewalk.

He gets up,

pretends to drop his wallet...

Son of a b*tch!

He stoops to pick it up...

He glances sideways.

I follow his gaze

and these two guys see me staring.

F***ers!

So I ran away,

firing three shots,

down into the tube station

and hid in a bathroom.

What's going on, Daniel?

We've been snitched on.

What do I know?

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

- Sure you were alone?

- Yes!

Hide, Juan!

You checked, Beto?

Yes, I checked!

Easy there, Vicky.

Easy.

Hush, please.

Here, baby.

Everything alright?

It was nothing, nothing.

Hi.

- I saw you yesterday.

- You did?

- Real good, that thing you do.

- Thank you.

I'm Ernesto.

Yes, I know.

I'm Mara.

Yes, I know.

Arms' length!

Ernesto, as you're new,

you have the honor of raising the flag.

I can't.

- What do you mean?

- It's just I don't want to.

Don't be shy, come on.

- I'm not going.

- Ma'am, can I go?

Coward!

Didn't they teach patriotism

in your province?

Coward!

Fight! Fight!

I can't figure this out.

To fight for not wanting

to raise the flag?

First time ever.

You see, Ernesto is very shy.

He doesn't like crowds.

We can't tolerate fighting.

But he's adjusting, isn't he?

Well, boys, stand up,

and shake hands.

Go on then!

Stand up and shake hands.

Just silly squabbles, ma'am.

Shake hands.

A man must learn

to forgive certain things.

Shake hands, then.

Go on.

Shake hands with your friend.

Go on!

There. And don't let this happen again!

What's wrong

with the school flag?

- What?

- What's wrong with it?

- The sun!

- And?

"And?"

It's got the sun on it.

It's the war flag.

The one used by the military.

Every school in Argentina

uses this flag.

Yes, well, they shouldn't

have the war flag,

but the blue and white one,

created by...

- Belgrano.

- Exactly.

I don't see that changing

any time soon,

so it's stupid

to get into a fight over that.

Hang on...

What's your name in school?

So?

Yeah, you're right.

Come again?

Yeah, you're right.

Come again, soldier?

You are right, Colonel!

That's better.

Now go polish!

Plate,

knife...

Ready?

OK, that's enough.

By the way, don't forget

to have those authorizations signed

or you won't go camping.

Can we carry on?

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday. Ernesto

Happy birthday to you

Way to go, Crdoba!

What happened?

It's my birthday today.

Right, October 7th.

- Did they say anything at school?

- Say?

They sang happy birthday and...

there's a party on Saturday.

What do you mean, a party?

They were all singing,

even the teacher.

They chanted "When's the party?"

And I said it.

- Said what?

- Party on Saturday.

Dammit!

Couldn't you have said something else?

We're throwing a party!

Party, party!

It's OK.

It's only a party.

With everything that's going on!

I don't want presents.

That's not the point, honey.

We're not in a party mood now.

Don't worry, sis-in-law.

Here's what I'll do: I'll make a piata.

A sh*t-loaded piata?

No sh*t.

Better fill it with trinkets!

- And the cake?

- I'll bake it.

Why not dress up like a clown?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- For you, troll!

- No.

- I wanted a word with you.

- Me?

- Today's my birthday.

- So I heard.

Who told you?

- Wassup, Crdoba?

- This troll.

- Shut up, stupid!

- Go clean up.

Hey, what's up?

Get lost, will you?

No, wait, don't go.

I came to confirm my party.

You already did in school.

- But I came to invite her.

- Her? What for?

- She said she wasn't going.

- I didn't.

- You said it was a rug rats party.

- Ignore him.

Can I bring a friend?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Thanks for the invitation.

Bye, Mara.

"Bye, Mara."

What bit you, Crdoba?

Great!

Where the f***'s your uncle?

Wake up!

Where's your uncle?

He went to get

my present in the van.

Listen, kiddo.

I'm OK with the party,

but you have to help us

keep things under control.

Sure, Dad, don't worry.

These boxes go in my room,

I'm locking it.

Your friends

can't touch the door.

OK, Dad.

This is important! It's serious.

Finally, dammit!

- Where were you, Beto?

- Wait...

I have a surprise.

A surprise?

A little surprise.

Well, maybe not for you.

Alright?

What is this?

Grandma!

- Out you get.

- Pumpkin!

Careful with the head.

Like before. Sit down.

Perfect.

- Pumpkin?

- Here.

Well done, Amalita.

Let me remove the blindfold.

Curtain call...

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