El Bola Page #5

- Where's Pablo?

I don't know.

Yes, you do. Tell me.

I don't, I swear.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying.

Where is he? And don't say you

don't know. You can't fool me.

I can't say.

What?

I can't.

You'll let his dad take him.

I have to.

You said he'd stay with us.

I know, but things have

changed. Now he can't.

- Because you don't want him to.

- No, he just can't.

You'll understand someday.

I can't explain it now. Tell me.

Alfredo, tell me where he is.

No.

You're making this hard.

Don't make me say it again.

Don't make me do something

I'll regret.

Tell me.

- Are you going to tell me?

- No.

Now tell me where the f*** he is.

I don't know.

There he is.

Pablo, wait.

Is my dad there?

- What?

- Is he there?

Yes, but...

Pablo!

Pablo!

Pablo, stop!

Pablo, wait!

Pablo, stop! I won't hurt you.

I won't.

- What?

- I won't go back with him.

Relax, you don't have to.

Come on. That's it, take it easy.

Dad.

Alfredo.

Stay with him.

Cover up.

Cover up.

I'll be right back.

Laura, come here.

Nothing, just come here.

What's up?

I'm taking the kid home with me.

- Don't do it...

- Wait, listen.

Get rid of his father. Tell him anything.

Jose,Jose.

You could get into trouble.

You know that, right?

I'm not thinking of myself.

I'm thinking about the kid.

Come on, let's go.

Pablo, stand up.

My leg hurts.

It hurts? Come on, try.

I can't.

Don't worry. Hold on tight.

That's it. Up you go.

He kicked me, and pulled my hair.

He burned me with cigarettes.

He made me drink urine. At

bedtime he'd give me laxatives.

When I misbehaved,

he'd lock me up in my

room, or in the closet,

and he said I couldn't get

out until I felt sorry,

and that he'd let me die there.

He wouldn't let me see my friends,

and he made me work in the shop.

He insulted me.

He spit on me.

He said that I should have

died instead of my brother.

Can I say it?

Son of a b*tch.

Bastard.

A**hole.

Shithead.

Motherf***er.

Pig.

F*ggot

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