El Bola Page #4

What are you doing?

You should have gotten ran over.

What happened?

I told him he's an a**hole.

- Why didn't you cross?

- I didn't want to.

I'm never coming back here. This sucks.

- Where are you going?

- Home. You coming?

Sure.

Pellet! Wait! I'm coming with you.

Hey, kids!

Stop there.

- Where are you going?

- Home.

Come on, get up.

- What's the hurry?

- Let me see.

What is it? Your knee?

So what's this train thing?

A game.

A game? No, sh*t. Pretty dangerous game.

I've never played.

What?

I don't play.

You're too smart, right?

You just sit there

waiting for one of your

friends to get run over.

They're all stupid

and you're the smart one.

I didn't say that.

Look. I don't intend

to be watching.

Alfredo, don't laugh.

I'm serious!

You're getting on my nerves.

You hear me?

- Do you hear me?

- Yes.

I'm not going to follow you around

whenever you go out, I'm not a cop.

But I'll tell you one thing.

If you get killed on those tracks,

you'll kill me and

everyone else who loves you.

Do you get it?

Do it for yourself.

Life has too much to offer.

Don't get yourself killed

before your time comes.

Life's already way too short.

Don't pout.

I'm telling you because I love you.

What a speech.

Bullshit.

You'll just blow it off,

like we all did at your age.

That goes for you, too. I'm

talking to you as a son.

I'm not going back.

What?

I won't play again, it's stupid.

Son of a b*tch.

What a couple of smart little

a**holes.

There's no room.

There isn't a free spot anywhere.

It's full. But look.

This is so cool. It's not colorful, but...

- And this one?

- Much better.

It's the same but a profile.

It's beautiful.

Javier.

What are you up to now?

Nothing. Heading home.

I need some help. Could

you stay a little longer?

Sure.

Set up the chair.

Alfredo, Pablo, come here.

Sit here, Pablo.

Take that off.

- What for?

- Take it off.

Ready?

Wait.

Hold Still.

Let me see it.

- See you later.

- Bye.

Mom...

Why are you so late?

- Where's Grandma?

- She went to bed.

Sit down.

Can't you ever be on time?

I got tied up.

Right.

- What's this?

- It's food, that's what.

Go on, eat.

Where have you been?

What do you mean?

Don't pull that sh*t with me, I'm not one

of your little friends.

Where have you been?

At school, where else?

Where?

At school, I said.

You're lying!

I'm not lying, I was at school.

I went by. Where were you?

I asked you a question.

I skipped the last class.

Skipped the last class?

Then where were you?

Answer me. Are you deaf?

I said answer!

Don't hit him, please.

You stay out of this.

I'm waiting.

Did you hear me?

I was at the tracks.

Really?

What the f*** were you doing?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Are you lying again? You want

me to tell you where you were?

Do I have to? Where are you going?

Did I say get up? Sit down!

Next time I see you with those

people I'll rip your head off!

Sit down!

You hear me? Answer me!

Answer me!

- Answer me, you son of a b*tch!

- Yes.

What was that?

What did you say? Speak up!

Don't start, please...

Speak up!

You son of a b*tch! I hope you die!

Let him go.

Please don't hit him.

- Let go of me!

- Please, Mariano, please...

Stay the f*** out of this!

You spit on me?

On your father?

You're f***ing dead!

You f***ing spit on your father?

Stand up. Get up.

Manolo, open the door!

Open up! He'll kill him!

Where are you going?

Come back here!

You going to cry now? Come out of there.

Get the f***

out of there, a**hole!

Come out, you f***er!

I said come out here!

Son of a b*tch!

Where are you going?

Mariano, let go of him!

Calm down.

Are you crazy?

Pablo! Where are you going? Wait!

See if he spits on me now.

Calm down.

Pablo...

Pablo!

Pablo, come back!

Where are you going?

Come back!

That son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch! Motherf***er!

I hope you die, you son of a

b*tch. Leave me alone. My son...

- We're about to eat.

- Just one piece of chorizo.

You'll get fat.

Very funny.

- You want chocolate?

- Yes.

You have to finish your plate.

Okay.

I'll get it!

- Okay, but then you'll eat.

- Okay.

Who is it?

Pablo!

- Alfre, is Pablo good?

- Of course he is.

- Then why does his daddy hit him?

- I don't know.

Laura? It's me again. Call

me when you get the message.

No matter how late. Call me back.

It's about Alfredo's friend.

Still no answer.

- You want a drink?

- No, thanks.

You sure?

I want a coke.

I didn't ask you, I asked your brother.

What will we do now?

I don't know, we'll see.

See what your dad says.

- Does it hurt?

- A little.

Jose.

What?

Can I stay with you tonight?

Sure, don't worry about it.

I don't want to see my dad.

Don't think about that.

Size 5.0 stitches.

- And a tetanus shot?

- Yes.

You promise?

Relax, it'll be fine.

Promise me.

I promise. Now try and relax.

We'll talk later.

Lie down, please.

Take off the gauze.

This'll hurt a little.

Don't move. Hold his wrists,

please.

What's your name?

Pablo.

Can I have your hand?

Hang in there.

Hold still...

Are you dizzy?

What if that a**hole

beats him up again tonight?

Can you be sure he won't?

I'm not sure of anything.

What I'm saying

is how things should be done.

If my idea sounds stupid to you,

I'll leave

it all up to you.

How is he?

Fine. He wants water.

- Tell us if you need anything.

- Okay.

He clearly doesn't want to go home.

Jose, it's not up to him.

We have to call his parents

and tell them he's here.

- Why?

- Because we do, sh*t.

The police could be

looking for him. We can't hide him here.

I'm not hiding anyone.

Jose,

you've had a minor since 10 P.M.

It's 2 A.M. and you

haven't called his parents.

If you don't by tomorrow,

they could charge you for kidnapping.

That's right.

And that d*ckhead father

could say the kid left home unharmed.

Then we'd be screwed.

Isn't there anything else we can do?

Here.

Thanks.

My dad gave it to me.

You dropped it in the hospital.

Does it hurt?

A little.

And you?

Me what?

The tattoo.

Not anymore.

What did your dad say?

He's talking to Laura.

Well?

They're going to call your

dad to come pick you up.

Why?

Laura says it's for the best.

Or there could be trouble.

Your dad said I could stay here

tonight.

He promised.

Maybe Laura's right and you should leave.

He promised.

He wanted you to stay.

My dad will kill me.

I swear.

He'll kill me.

It's Pablo's father.

Good evening. Come in.

Pellet!

Pellet!

Meet me in the alley

next to the park!

Where's Pablo?

Son of a b*tch.

Got a light?

No.

Jose, you got a light?

Here.

Here.

Thank you.

You want one?

No, thanks. I don't smoke.

He's not here.

Where's that park you hang out at?

He might be there.

Moor Park?

- I don't know. Where you guys meet.

- Moor Park.

Where is it?

Next to the church.

Let's go have a look.

You better stay.

If he sees you, it

could make things worse.

He's not here.

Wait, Alfredo.

What?

Where is he?

- What?

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