El Bola

PELLE One,

two, three.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten,

eleven, twelve, thirteen...

You're a cheater.

- You left too soon.

- You're the cheater.

And you suck.

Say it to my face. Go on.

Hi, Dad.

Dad...

Grab the bag outside.

- Where?

- Under the counter.

- This one?

- Yes.

What is it?

It's for your mom.

Come on, let's go.

See you later.

Get a haircut later.

But make sure they cut it.

Ask your mom for money.

- You got that?

- Yes.

Who cut it,

- Juanjo or Vidal?

- Vidal. Juanjo wasn't there.

Next time wait

for Juanjo. He's better. It's too short.

Again, Grandma?

What's wrong?

She pissed again, that's what.

- Then clean it up.

- I wasn't going to leave it.

- Come on, get up Grandma.

- Sorry, I didn't realize.

Then ask me. I can't

spend all day with you.

Come on.

- The floor's a mess.

- It's all right.

And she has to be changed or

else everything will stink.

My Lord!

You should have told me.

Come on, take off your sweater first.

Stop playing with

that thing and eat.

I am eating.

Get rid of it or I will.

Hey, nice haircut!

Watch it.

- It wasn't me.

- Yeah, sure.

What a shithead!

Hi.

Carlos, do you have a moment?

Easy, kids. Lower your voices.

Calm down.

This is Alfredo, our new student.

Hi, Alfredo.

Come with me. Have a seat in front.

Okay, let's continue.

Lolo. Pass it on.

It's not from me.

Can you see him?

He's not coming.

- Is that true about India?

- I don't know.

Bucktooth said it's from India.

- Bucktooth is an a**hole.

- Nice tits.

Go on, pass it on. That one's old.

There he is.

What's he doing? What a dipshit.

What's going on?

They caught that fool.

You're the fool.

Hi.

Hi.

- What do you want?

- Who, me? Nothing.

You're following me.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. What is it?

I just wanted to talk to you.

What's your name?

Pablo, but everyone calls me 'Pellet'.

- What did the bear say?

- What bear?

The teacher who caught you smoking.

That I couldn't smoke at school.

- What did you say?

- Nothing. I put it out.

- Did you write the note?

- No.

Who was it?

You don't have to say.

Cobeta.

- Who's that?

- A kid who sits behind you.

Friend of yours?

No.

I have no friends.

I've got these, and those.

Anything bigger won't fit.

I'll be right with you.

These are fine.

Go help Mrs. Encarna.

Then give me... Let's

see... Three... Give me ten.

How are you, Pablito?

Hi, Encarna.

Do you have this kind of light bulb?

Dad, where are the smaller

- light bulbs?

- Second shelf on the left.

Bye.

How's your back, Mrs. Encarna?

As bad as ever.

Seen a doctor?

What can he do? Tons of good for nothing

medication.

- Age is the problem.

- You're in better shape than most.

- What do I owe you?

- 300.

I'm sick of it, Mariano.

If we were Pablito's age we'd be fine.

I bet you don't

have any back problems.

You see?

Bye.

How's school?

Fine.

Fine? Nothing new?

- What was going to happen?

- You never talk about it...

So there's no news?

You mean the new kid?

- What new kid?

- A new kid came today.

Really? How was it? What's he like?

I don't know, I didn't talk to him.

- Hi, Ramon.

- Hi, Mariano.

- Look at me when I talk to you.

- I didn't do anything.

Especially in public, got it?

- Who is it?

- It's me, Sebas.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You coming out?

Where are you going?

The fair and the tracks.

- What time?

- 7, 7:
30

at Moor Park.

- You going?

- Yeah.

Fox owes me money. He said he'd pay today.

I mean to the tracks.

Only if you do.

- I'm not going.

- Cobeta is.

- Pablo!

- What?

Don't stand in the doorway!

Right, I have to go.

You're not coming?

I can't. Don't tell Cobeta you saw me.

Okay. I'm off. See you later.

- Hey, Sebas.

- What?

- You know where the new kid lives?

- In the new towers. Why?

No reason. See you later.

The ones with the round

windows. Look like a boat.

Hey, shithead! Either come in or leave!

But close the door!

It was only one second!

I've told you to never talk back to me!

Okay, you can help. Hand me the pliers.

- These?

- No, those are tongs.

The pliers have a red handle.

- These?

- Yes. Hand them over.

I'll get it.

Careful not to fall.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Who are you?

Pellet. And you?

I'm Juan.

Come in.

Who is it?

Who is it, Juan?

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Is Alfredo here?

- You're not my brother's friend.

Of course he is.

I never saw him with Alfre.

That doesn't mean they're not friends.

Look, go down

to the end of the hall.

First room on the left.

Got a taboo?

What?

- Got a taboo?

- He means tattoo.

No.

Mommy's got one on her ass.

Great.

Tell him all my secrets.

Let him go, he's here to

see your brother, not you.

See you, Pellet.

See you. Bye.

Bye.

- What did you call him?

- Pellet.

"Pellet" isn't a name.

He must have said "Juan",

or "Pedro", or "Alfonso"...

- He said "Pellet".

- Fine, I believe you.

Yes?

- Hi.

- Hi. Come on in.

Don't worry, he won't bite.

Have a seat.

- How did you know where I live?

- Sebas told me.

- How did he know?

- Someone must have told him.

Very cool.

What is?

Your room, and the flat.

Very cool.

What's up?

Nothing. You want to hang out?

Where?

Some of the guys are at the fair.

Who?

Kids from class. And the area.

Cobeta's there.

That's not what I meant.

- Are you going?

- I don't know.

The fair sucks. I went last

year and there was nothing.

Let's hit the amusement park.

I'm broke.

I know a guy at the door. If

he's there we can get in free.

I don't know...

Come on.

Coming or not?

The fair is a drag.

Who's that?

- Who?

- In the picture.

My old man.

Hey, Birras.

Come on in.

Aren't you going to

introduce me to your pal?

Yeah. Pellet, this is

Birras. Birras, Pellet.

What's up, kid?

What?

Are you here to see me? Or...

To see you.

And maybe you could let us in.

And kill two birds with one stone.

You're a smart little brat.

A couple stick-ons,

and 2 tickets for the "Launch Pad".

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

You came to see me? Well, you've seen me.

Give me a kiss.

And tell your pop to stop by sometime.

Hurry up, already.

We close at nine.

- See you later.

- Bye.

- Birras.

- What?

- Got a smoke for me?

- A smoke!

You little devil.

Here. Now beat it before I change my mind.

Ever been on this?

Yeah.

- How was it?

- You'll sh*t your pants.

- I don't think so.

- You'll see.

- You don't scare me.

- You're already scared.

You're the one shitting himself.

You always carry that pellet with you?

Not a pellet, a ball-bearing.

It brings me good luck.

I don't believe in that bullshit.

But hold on to it tight. We

don't want it to fall now.

You're shitting.

What if it broke right now?

If it broke right now,

we'd be totally screwed.

Son of a b*tch.

Relax. It's all right.

Hey, are you a screamer?

- No. Are you?

- Me? No way.

- Ever seen anyone get a tattoo?

- No.

Well, once on a TV show.

It must hurt like hell.

It depends where.

Sensitive areas hurt, like

your ankle, shin or knee...

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