Biutiful Page #5
It was your idea too.
- We gotta go.
I don't want to go to jail.
- No one's going anywhere.
Where are they?
Downstairs. In the basement.
We have to decide what to do
with the one who's alive.
There's one whose alive?
There were two, but we couldn't...
One already died.
Reporting this would be suicide.
Promise me
that nobody will find out.
I'll give you all the money
you want. Just say how much.
Help me, help me.
What are you doing?
Help me!
Uxbal, let her be. She's dead.
What do we do?
You have to help me.
I don't know.
Lock the damn warehouse.
Wait, Marambra.
Please Marambra, listen to me.
Listen to me for a moment.
Take the train tonight;
We'll see again tomorrow.
Don't change the plan.
Don't change a damn thing.
Take the kids,
and head for the Pyrenees.
Yes, tell Ana that I'm sorry, that we'll
celebrate her birthday when you get back.
I tried to pray, but I don't know
who to pray to.
You haven't slept at all, have you?
Out with it.
I bought the damn heaters
because they were the cheapest.
Because I needed the f***ing money.
I knew full well
that the heaters were bad.
It's my fault, Bea.
It's my fault, it's all...
They're all dead...
There were women there.
And children...
Lili was there.
I wanted to ask her to forgive me,
but she was already dead.
I don't know if I should go to
police. I'm really scared...
It was an accident, Uxbal.
Take it easy.
You know what to do, Uxbal.
Go find them--
and beg their forgiveness.
No, not that...
Not that...
Tito...
What happened to you?
I've been trying to reach you.
I left a thousand messages.
Why aren't you taking my calls?
Why aren't you taking my calls?
- Come here.
This is my long-lost brother.
What are you having?
I don't know.
- Clara!
Mendoza went nuts.
Clara, one...
Two Jack Daniels.
The Chinese didn't show up for work.
These kinds of delays cost a fortune.
What happened?
- There was a problem, Tito.
What the hell?
Why didn't you come to me?
Because...
I don't know.
Come here, Clarita.
Drink, we'll talk about this tomorrow.
Listen...
I've got to talk to you, Tito.
Here, you've got to yell
or touch each other.
Check her out.
Damn, you were thirsty.
Look behind me. The girl in pink.
I f***ed her in the ass.
She loves cock.
She's just a little girl.
Cheers!
I don't have anything.
Here it is.
Is Chepas here?
What's wrong with you?
Look at him.
How long is it
since you last went out?
It's been at least two years.
Look at him now.
He looks like the f***ing Dalai Lama.
Here.
Hello, beautiful.
No, don't give him anything.
Let him suffer.
Look at him.
Now we can talk.
Want something to drink?
Get Chepas's stuff.
I'm going to the restroom.
Are you looking to party, girls?
- What for? We know you're gay.
Your brother's an idiot.
Do you know that?
Your brother's an idiot.
- Yes.
Yes, he is.
How many kids do you have?
How many kids do you have?
- Two.
Where are they now?
- They went away.
They went up to the snow.
Who with?
- With their mother.
Why didn't you go with them?
- I can't.
Why can't you?
Why can't you?
Because I'm dying.
I'm dying of cancer.
PYRENEES are BlUTlFUL
Mateo. Sweetie?
Mateo.
Little buddy...
Why are you here all alone?
I peed my pants.
What happened?
Mommy punished me.
She left me here.
She only took Ana.
They went up to the snow.
What happened to your face?
I've been very bad.
Dad...
Dad...
Let me explain.
It was Ana's birthday and Mateo...
- Don't talk to me, Marambra.
It's good that you're leaving.
I'm really glad you're clearing out.
You hear me?
You son of a b*tch!
You are a f***ing son of a b*tch!
You can't even look at me, huh?
Give me the picture, Marambra.
Come on, Mateo.
The children are staying here.
I'll pick up their things later.
You can't take Mateo.
Come on, sweetie.
Please let him stay.
- Let go of him now.
Let him stay. You're acting crazy.
Let him stay.
Get out, for heaven's sake. Out.
Get the f*** out.
Let go, Marambra.
Let go of Mateo. Let go of Mateo!
Let go, Marambra.
I can't.
Let him go, dammit!
Marambra, let go of Mateo.
Let him go. Let him go.
Let him go. Let him go. Let him go.
Ana. Ana!
Take your f***ing ring!
You can have the kids' room.
We'll be moving into mine.
How old is he?
A year and two months.
I mean, it'll be
two months in four days.
His name is Samuel.
Named for Eto'o?
- Yes.
Ekweme was Barcelona fan.
- Who is Ekweme?
His father.
Tell him to be quiet.
Make him stop.
Go to sleep, Mateo.
Daddy, why is Ige living with us?
Because she doesn't have a home.
And she has a little kid.
Should I answer it?
- No, I already told you.
Where are the kids?
I dropped them off at school.
Why didn't you wake me?
- You were sleeping like a log.
Ana said she knew the way,
and it was fine for Mateo.
What time is it?
I don't know.
It must be around one.
I can pick up the kids,
if you like.
He lost his mind.
Liwei betrayed me.
You yourself knew
what kind of man he was.
He dumped the dead bodies
Shimuya swore
the corpses sank to the bottom.
Liwei thought you would betray us.
I was scared, too.
They have taken my family.
My daughter, Suyin.
To cap it all, Liwei came to me--
crying like he'd been whipped.
This is insane. I don't get it.
What do you want me to do?
What do you want me to do?
We can't stay here.
Get out of here, as fast as you can.
What do you want?
- You are not innocent, Uxbal.
What?
- Don't play dumb.
You have to try to put a lid on it.
My family won't talk, I swear.
You have to hush up anyone you know
who knows anything.
The news has shocked the entire nation.
The latest news is that the
vast majority of victims were men--
but among them were the bodies
of two women and three children.
These images might be unpleasant for some.
The search for bodies continues...
No, I don't know.
It's not clear.
No, it's not clear.
What? Really?
Near the Chinese warehouse.
Damned if I know.
A family, or something.
Hang on, someone's at the door.
No, no, no!
Don't hang up.
What the hell are you doing here?
I just heard.
- Why didn't you tell me?
Are we talking about the same thing?
- I don't know.
Are we talking about the same thing?
This sucks ass.
Want something to drink?
Marambra's bag?
- Give it a rest.
I don't get it at all.
They murdered them, Uxbal?
You f***ing pig.
Damn, Uxbal...
You pig.
She was hysterical,
standing there and crying.
What was I supposed to do?
Leave her standing outside?
You're partly to blame, Uxbal.
If I see you near my wife, or my kids--
anywhere less than a kilometer away--
I swear on our mother--
I'll kill you.
I'll kill you, you son of a b*tch.
I can't move.
I feel like if I moved my neck--
my head would fall off.
Easy. Nothing's going to fall off.
If I close my eyes--
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