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But it is new.

How so?

I had never seen before.

I think it just started...

working.

Where is he?

I do not know.

I swear, I do not know.

When he returns?

He'll be here tomorrow.

Now go.

Please.

Good afternoon.

You must do what?

How so?

Today.

You must do what?

Wait.

I have to wait.

I'm going with my grandfather

Tres Morros.

It is a small village near here.

If you want to come...

He says that you can come

with us.

She does not.

For whoever exalts himself will be humbled

and he who humbles himself will be exalted.

The words of Jesus comforts us

Elenita as already

in the presence of the Lord.

His blessing,

the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit,

descend upon you forever.

May his soul and those of the faithful

departed rest in peace.

So be it.

Come.

He is the father, is not it?

Yes.

He looks so happy.

He is happy.

The song says that her child

will become an angel.

Dinner is ready.

You sleep a lot,

you eat too much.

It hurts when I eat.

Are you sick?

I can make rice.

I do not mind.

No, it's okay.

- I'll do.

- I will eat.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

What are you doing

when you're not on vacation?

I'm a cop.

A cop?

A policeman.

Really? A policeman?

Why?

Why?

I grew up in Montreal,

with my mother.

She died when I was 17.

I moved to Toronto

with my father.

I was a teenager difficult.

I met a guy

who had a bar.

He was older than me.

It was a sort of... gangster.

I worked for him.

I messed up a few years.

And how you

become a policeman?

I had the chance.

I met a lawyer.

It got me out of this sh*t.

And I married.

Good afternoon.

I am a friend of Mr. Molina.

He asked me

take care of you.

It would not kill you,

you know?

He only wanted

make you suffer

a little.

He did.

Yes.

Yes, I know.

But it's your fault too.

Why did you stop?

What a mistake!

And now

you continue to f*** sh*t.

Why you want Pablito?

It's just a kid!

This is the 1st time he

a job in his f***ing life.

What can Mr. Molina?

Now

he asked me to kill you.

Why you have not

killed before?

We thought

that you would give up.

But make no mistake,

we give a damn of your life.

Neither do I.

Okay, kid?

You are weird.

Because you are very...

fragile.

At the same time, you look

know what you want,

know what you live for.

I do not know why I live.

When we live, we live.

Before, I lived for the morning.

I lived for breakfast.

To pick him up at school.

Now...

I no longer live for nothing.

No.

I did not.

How so?

I do not understand.

No, it's okay.

- Can I get you anything?

- A vodka.

Kiss me.

Please, give me a kiss.

I do not understand.

Follow the truck!

What's going on?

Please.

Faster!

Not turn.

You can go.

No, it's okay.

Relax.

Yes, yes, do not worry.

He said

what time should we be there?

Okay.

You can go alone.

What?

You know?

The woman was Quiaca.

It follows us.

Are you sure?

Good afternoon.

Looking for something?

What are you doing here?

You know the kid?

I asked you a question.

You do not speak Spanish?

She is...

They had not told me

there would be a child.

Pardon me.

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