El Bola Page #3

Be right back.

Jose,

be diplomatic.

And cover the tattoo.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Pablo lives here, right?

- Yes.

I'm Alfredo's father.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Could I speak to your husband?

- Of course.

Come in.

Good morning.

How's it going?

- Hi, Pablo.

- Hi.

He's the father of the

boy who was here earlier.

Forgive the intrusion.

No, not at all. What is it?

- Won't you sit down?

- No, thank you.

We re all going up to a house

on the mountain, and thought

Pablo could join us.

Right.

- You'll be back today?

- Yeah.

We'll be back at around 10 or 11.

It depends on the traffic, you

know how it is on weekends.

You want to go?

I have to do what

you said.

You can do that tomorrow. Go on.

Thanks. See you later.

Bye.

Who farted?

It stinks!

You pig, you farted.

It was you,

- don't lie.

- It was you.

Yeah, he's the pig.

- Open my window.

- Mine, too.

It's no big deal.

There they are.

Mommy, Alfonso farted.

Yes, he did. And it stinks.

Hop in.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi, Pablo.

- Get off me, Golfo.

Where are we going?

To the top.

To the clouds?

Maybe not as high as the clouds.

To the sky?

Hey, what's the hurry? Be careful.

Let them go, give them a break.

So, when are we going to stop?

Stop?

Didn't you say we'd stop soon?

Go on, your turn.

Do it with him.

Let's see.

Where is it?

Don't...

Golfo!

Golfo!

Okay, we're in.

- Dad...

- What?

- I'm soaked.

- Don't worry about it.

Here, take the kid.

Up, Golfo.

Up.

It came from nowhere.

I'm drenched!

So am I.

That's what you get for

not bringing clothes.

It's a great feeling. Nice and wet.

Especially my nuts. Warm and soggy!

Here. This is for you and

this is for your friend.

Leave your wet shoes and clothes

in the tub.

Okay.

It's big, but it's all we have.

I'll dry your clothes later.

Hey.

Don't drip too much.

We won't. Bye.

Bye.

Sh*t, I'm freezing, man!

Me, too!

Take the boots.

Sh*t.

It's big on you.

"Big", he says.

- Where's mine?

- In the basket.

It's in there.

Grab it.

How did that happen?

What?

Your back.

I fell the other day.

Well?

I'm washing my hands.

I don't want you with those people again.

Why not?

Because I said so.

Okay, okay.

Dry off and go to bed, it's after eleven.

Son of a b*tch. I hope you die.

Hey, you guys seen Pellet?

- You seen him, Red?

- No.

Maybe he's in the shop.

Salva?

- You seen him?

- Nope.

He's probably sick.

For a week?

Why not?

His dad probably beat him up.

Yeah? How do you know?

Cause I do.

Did he tell you?

No, but everyone knows it.

You've got a big mouth.

Why do you say that?

Because you do.

Big-mouth.

Pablo, it's me. Open up.

I can't.

Why not?

Because. Please go away, my

dad will be here any minute.

- How are you?

- Fine.

You sure?

Yeah.

Then let me in.

I told you, I can't.

Just for a second.

I can't.

Please leave and don't come back.

Leave or I'll be in trouble again.

He hit you?

Your old man hit you, right?

Pablo? Are you there?

Just tell me if he did.

I'll leave. I swear.

- Can I give Golfo some dinner?

- No, you can't feed the dog.

When you gone

I give him.

Fine, but hold off until

I leave. Okay, squirt?

I'm not a squirt.

What's wrong with you?

Me? Nothing.

Come on, I know you. What's wrong?

Have a bite.

Nothing.

You haven't said a word all night.

What is it?

It's not me, it's Pellet.

What about him? Golfo!

Another?

He's missed class all week.

And?

Remember that day on the mountain?

When we were changing our wet clothes

I saw his back and it was full of marks

and bruises. I asked him

and he said he'd fell, but he lied.

What do you mean?

It was his dad.

How do you know?

Everyone knows about it.

Hello.

Remember me?

- I'm...

- Sure.

Of course I do.

It's about your son.

Is there a problem?

No, no.

Well?

He's been missing class. I

thought he might be sick.

My son's been looking for him for days.

It's probably nothing...

He's at his grandma's

with tonsillitis.

Right.

Then forget it.

Tell him Alfredo said hi.

Who?

My son, Alfredo.

Right. I'll tell him.

- Thanks. And excuse me.

- It's nothing.

See you later.

Good bye.

Pablo?

Pablo!

Pablo, wait.

How did that happen?

Pellet, wait.

- You going home?

- Yeah.

- Where were you at recess?

- In the yard.

I didn't see you.

What are you doing tomorrow?

I don't know.

My dad said we could go to the studio.

He's doing Ramiro.

I can't.

- Why not?

- I just can't. Bye.

- Where were the marks?

- On his back.

And his ribs.

Just bruises, or also scars?

I think he had scars, too.

How did he explain them?

He fell.

You're sure?

Everyone knows his dad hits him.

And I saw more on him yesterday.

None of it matters if we can't prove it.

You saw his dad hit him?

No.

That's what matters.

- Did he say why he can't come?

- No.

Get him

to talk to Laura.

I'll talk to a social worker to see

what we can do.

And meanwhile?

There's nothing else we can do.

Unless you want to press charges.

I wouldn't unless I were completely sure.

Wait.

For what? For it to happen again?

For him to speak.

The kid has to admit it.

Hello?

Hi.

Right.

He's here, don't call him.

When?

No, we ended up leaving later.

Yeah, I know where it is.

Tomorrow at five. All right. Good bye.

Alfredo, come here a second.

- Come here.

- What is it?

Come here.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Felix is dead.

It's all right.

It's all right.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

- I came to see Alfredo.

Where is he?

Next door. Come on.

Did you call your mom?

Hi.

- How are you?

- Okay.

Did you see your godmother?

Yeah, she's pretty sad.

Well, cheer up

or she'll cry when she

sees you. You want anything?

I just had a coke.

- Pablo?

- No, thanks.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Anyone?

Coffee for me.

- Okay.

- Sit down.

Hi.

Hi.

- How did you find out?

- I heard at school.

When's the burial?

They're cremating him.

Good. They buried my

brother and it sucked.

I didn't know you'd lost a brother.

Remember the day at the studio?

I'd just come from the cemetery.

I'm sorry.

Why?

About your brother.

I only lost a godfather and look at me.

I never knew him. He

died before I was born.

Aren't you still sad?

No. He was probably an a**hole.

Why do you say that?

Because. My father always

compares him with me.

He must have been an a**hole.

How did he die?

In a car accident.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

- He moved.

- Don't f***ing move!

Come on, shut up already.

1, 2, 3,4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

Me against...

You!

- Hey! I'm talking to you!

- What?

Are you in or out?

Leave me alone already.

- That kid's weird, man.

- Yeah.

A fag, like his godfather.

What did you say?

- I didn't say anything.

- I heard you!

I said you don't have balls for this.

I just think it's f***ing stupid.

Sure.

- You want to try me?

- If you're up for it!

Relax, I won't do anything.

Cars 204 and 206, are you there? Over.

204 here. Over.

Some kids have been spotted on the tracks.

We're on our way.

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