La otra familia Page #3

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...cause it bites like...

- And the bull like...

Get in, get in.

- No, no.

No, no.

Lets play. Come on.

Lets play.

Water wars.

- Water war.

Close your eyes.

Stand up straight, OK?

Open up your legs.

Gabino.

Boss, you called?

Do you need something?

No, why?

What are you doing here?

You dont have

to be in my room.

Go to the yard.

And close the door, the

kid might catch a cold.

Thanks.

Lend me a hundred bucks.

- No way.

Shall I call you a cab?

I got no dough, man.

You got a smoke?

- Sure.

And who told you I want

to adopt a kid?

Nobody.

I just thought it

might be an option.

Just wanted to give

it to you.

I cant believe you.

It hasnt been a month

and youre already saying this.

But why dont you think about it?

Weve got nothing to lose, Luisa.

You think Im just going to

forget about my baby like that?

No, of course not.

The thing isnt forgetting him.

I just think another child...

...might help us overcome this.

Wed have a reason to keep going.

I lost him too, you know.

Dont forget about it.

So youre famous little Hendrix.

Im famous?

- Youre becoming famous.

Sadly.

Hendrix, brush your teeth.

Lets go.

Let me clean you up.

Look that way.

Come on.

Lets go. One, two, three.

Come on.

Come on.

Guys...

...be very careful.

Sadly, there are people

that can misunderstand...

...your good intentions.

Well, we have spoken about this...

...to absolutely nobody.

Its very clear.

Not even to me.

I thought this family

wouldnt grow any larger.

Or at least so I thought.

And it wont.

Its just an extraordinary event.

Okay.

As soon as the boys mother

gets any better...

...you give him her son back

and everythings alright.

You stupendous, think.

Where did you leave the boy?

- Ivanas not answering the phone.

Well, dont move from her f***ing

house till shes home.

What are you doing here?

Move on.

You f***er, leave me.

Dont push me around.

- Calm down.

Last night I went to her apartment

and the doorman said...

...there isnt any kid

at her house, got it?

I give you two days...

...for that damn brat to appear.

Two days.

Two.

- Heard me? Two.

Since when do you care

so much for my son, you f***er?

I care for him more than

you do, you idiot.

Him being with your friend

is in your best interest.

Hurry up.

So freaking irresponsible.

- F*** you.

Got it, got it.

Show me.

Bravo, but youre not done

yet. Youre halfway there.

Excuse me, boss?

Im done here.

Okay, thanks.

See you tomorrow.

Well, I...

I wanted to see if I could

get permission from you...

...to take 'Genrriz'

out for a while.

At this hour? Where are

you thinking of taking him?

For a ride.

Ill take good care of him.

Its just so he

gets some fresh air.

You want to go with Gabino?

Yes.

No, you a**hole.

Yes, son of a gun.

Thats the only way you can

do it, you f***ers.

Bastard.

- Bastard.

Shes from your family.

Told you, 'Genrriz'. Mama.

Look, look, look.

Facing front, a**holes.

Mother F***er, idiot.

- F***ing idiot.

Son of a f***ing b*tch.

Feels a little bit weird

that the kids not here, right?

What are we going

to do with Hendrix?

Well...

What any normal family does.

I mean...

...Hendrix is a boy, not E.T.

Honey, dont avoid the topic.

To start with, his

room is all made up...

...you went shopping and

got him towels...

...clothing, toys.

Dont you see?

So?

- So?

So whats so bad about buying

the kid what he needs?

No, nothing. Nothing.

- I dont follow you.

Are you getting hooked?

- No.

Hendrix isnt going

to be here forever.

I dont think its good for you

to get to attached to him.

Youre creating false

expectations for yourself.

Oh...

No.

You created them from the

moment you brought him here.

Yes, I didnt ask you for it.

And now you want me not

to get too attached to him.

Not to look at him,

or pay attention to him...

...walk around the house

like hes some kind of pet...

...and act like hes not here.

Listen to me...

...I cant do that.

- Course not. Course not.

I want...

I want you to know that at some

point, sooner or later, hell go.

I want you to keep it in mind.

I want you to keep it in mind.

As long as hes

living in my house...

...Ill give him everything

within our reach.

Okay?

Hendrix needs a normal

life, Jean Paul.

He needs...

...he needs friends,

he needs to go to school.

Even school now.

You surely picked it already.

- Well, yes, he needs to go to school.

He needs to play, he needs...

Keep it in mind.

Sh*t, Patrick, were

you hiding from me?

No, why would you

think so, Caiman?

Wheres my money?

Pay up, dirty bastard.

Business isnt my thing.

I love you, man.

It isnt accumulative. Pay up.

Pay up, b*tch.

- Give me a few days.

A few days? Pay me now.

Pay me now.

What the f*** is the

deal with that girl?

Thats a felony. Theyll stick you

in, Patrick dont be an idiot.

Hello.

- Whats up, Agustin? Its Patrick.

Whats up, brother?

- Did you think about it?

Were still thinking about it.

Know what? Give me a moment

because I cant hear you well.

Well, look...

...I thought about it...

...and wed like to

meet the kid first.

You know, interact

with him a bit, right?

Brother, I dont think

youre catching my drift.

The family I told you of

already has asked for him...

...and if you dont act now,

theyll take him next week.

Yes, but we cant make a

decision just like that.

We want to see him.

So what shall we do?

Let them take him to Italy?

What can I tell you?

I mean...

If things arent done like I asked

you to, its going to be a feed up.

Agustin, lets do this.

I like you guys better

than the Italians...

...and Id rather have

the kid stay in Mexico.

So then...

...Im going to call off

the deal and tell them...

...there was a problem

with his papers...

...and that he cannot leave

the country, OK?

But you have to swear youll

give me half of the money...

...when I go with them.

Deal?

OK.

Ill call you back, alright?

Who were you talking to?

Its getting late.

Ill open. You go already.

Where is Hendrix?

Nina, calm down.

- Where is he, you a**holes?

Hey, calm down, OK?

- Calm down.

You shut up, you idiot.

Where is he? Give him back.

Chill, hes doing fine.

Your son is fine.

Hes in good hands. Believe me.

Not true. I want my son.

Hendrix.

Hes not with us.

Calm down.

Hes not here.

You should be in rehab.

Whats wrong with you?

Look at yourself.

Who let you out?

Youre not okay.

Give me my son back, please.

What for?

So youll abandon him

again, as always.

Youre a freaking junkie.

Look at yourself, you cant

even take care of yourself.

Stop.

No, calm down.

Nina, Im calling the cops.

I swear to you Ill call the

cops if you dont calm down.

Calm down.

Your son is doing fine.

Fine.

But were not telling

you where he is.

Not until you get better.

And until you can handle him...

...youre not seeing him again.

Calm down.

You have no right

to take my son away.

Nina, where are you going?

Wait.

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