La otra familia Page #7

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And that makes her ill.

Is he a relative of yours?

Hes a friend of moms.

But hes bad.

Hold on.

Whats up, Hendrix? Inventing

stories for the lady again?

Hes got a big imagination.

He loves to invent stories.

Right?

What are you doing?

- Calm down.

Im sure that guy stole him.

Chill, alright?

Or you wont ever see your mom.

Hear me?

I want to go.

Youre staying here until

your mom gets better.

No, no, no.

- Smile, you little f***er.

Tell them a thing about your mother

again and you wont see her again.

Got me?

Did you get it?

OK.

Patrick.

Its just hes shy...

...because he doesnt

know you, but...

...I got through to him.

You can keep him

for a couple days...

...get to know him

and live together.

Yes. Well keep

him for a few days.

Done.

- OK.

It feels terrible...

...but its for his

own wellbeing, right?

Just dont forget what we

agreed on, brother.

Just half, just half.

Right. To whose name?

Patricio Javier...

...Montoya...

...Sarmiento.

Here you go.

Were all done.

Ill come by in a few days.

Just leave me something

to contact you by.

Your address and...

Agustin here has my number.

Ill come by on Tuesday, OK?

To collect on the remainder.

Give you his papers,

clothes, and stuff.

Sure, but leave us an address...

...and another number.

Just in case, you know.

What if he gets sick?

God forbid.

Hello?

Good afternoon.

Mr. Jean Paul Jaubert?

Yes, this is he.

Im Mrs. Luisa de Lascurain.

I dont know if you know him...

We have Hendrix here.

Yes, of course.

Hed like to talk to you.

Sure.

Let me put him on the phone.

Allow me.

Chema.

Hello?

Hendrix, son.

How are you? Where are you?

Here.

But here where, sweetie?

Where am I?

Dont be a f***er.

- None of your business.

Punch him.

Done and done.

Were done, f***er.

Leave already, and dont

bother coming in tomorrow.

Whats up, Caiman?

I got your money.

Its f***ed up, you fag.

When have I failed you?

Dont be like that, man.

Thats it, man.

Good, Patrick, my man.

Youre really something else.

No, its even endorsed.

No problem, man.

If it bounces, you better

start digging a hole, huh.

Im on bad terms, even

with my lady friend.

You chill, or Ill squeal.

Im taking a loudspeaker, man.

Man.

Whats wrong?

Youre going out?

Yes. Hendrix showed up.

Nina dumped him again.

Ivana, I need to talk to you.

- I dont have time now.

Where are you going? Im talking...

- Bye.

Who are you?

This is Jean Paul,

Im Chema, and...

...were responsible for Hendrix.

Im sorry, but I dont follow.

What do you need to understand?

Its a bit of a long story.

We have a common friend.

Shes the one that picked up...

...Hendrix, the first time around.

She asked us to take care

of him while the mother...

...got straight again.

And that hasnt happened.

Thats it.

I see.

But then...

I mean, you...

...are...

- Boyfriends.

Well, yes...

But, come on...

We think its important

for Hendrix...

...to keep living with us.

With all due respect, I

dont think its good...

...for the boy to

live with you.

And... with all due respect, right?

Who are you to decide

what is best for him?

Im nobody.

But he should at least live with...

...a normal family.

Right?

I mean...

Poor kid.

Who gave you the right to judge

us without even knowing us?

Lets see. Calm down.

Everything is cool.

She should keep tabs

on her words. I mean, Jesus...

Who does she think she is?

- Jose Maria.

Chema.

Why dont we calm down?

Right?

Lets see.

What do you want to do?

I want to go.

Please, dont do this to him, OK?

Hes hardly at an age where

he can decide where to live.

The logical thing would

be for him to stay here.

You know what?

Hold on.

I couldnt care less

about what you think.

This is not up for discussion.

The kid leaves with us.

Hold on, brother, hold on.

Unless you want to have a problem.

Did you already do all

the stuff I left you?

Wheres Hendrix?

For Petes sake.

Did you lose him again already?

Nina, youre something else.

Where is he, you f***er?

Last night he was in bed with me.

Where is he, you f***er?

How the f*** am I going to know?

Why dont you ask...

...your f***ing friends?

Who took him the last time?

Ivana said she didnt have him.

And you believe her.

Of course theyre not telling you.

The fags must have him.

- What fags?

They have him. Lets go.

- Calm down.

Come with me.

- Nina, Nina.

Chill, snort a bit.

Another one.

Try to remember where you

picked him last time.

I dont know. Why are

you doing this to me?

You dont even know what

freaking day today is.

Hendrix.

I have to go get Hendrix. Lets go.

In a minute.

In a minute.

F***er. This is my son.

- In a minute.

Chill.

What did you want me to do?

To go into a fight with them?

You didnt see how hysterical

that crazy b*tch was.

Besides, the kid wants

to go with them.

Of course. Because hes an adult

that can make his own decisions.

Hes a freaking boy.

Didnt you see him?

Why did you let him go?

Luisa, you arent planning

on keeping the kid.

Dont f*** with me.

Thats called child trafficking.

You didnt see the guy.

Why did you give him a check then?

What are you telling him...

...when they come

looking for the kid?

You have any idea of what

they can do to us?

Calm down, I didnt

sign the check correctly.

Im not the idiot you think I am.

That a**hole isnt coming back here.

And if he does, Ill

beat the sh*t out of him.

Why did you let the boy go?

Do you know what that pair of

degenerates might be doing to him?

Calm down.

In the end, that freaking

brat isnt even my kid.

I dont give a damn.

Youre a dick.

So what if he isnt your son?

Hes still a child.

If those perverts

do something to him...

...itll be your guilty conscious

to deal with, and your fault.

What did you want me to do?

Have a fist fight with them?

Just you wait, Im going

to beat them all to high hell.

Whore you calling?

Your daddy, so

he fixes your problem...

...like always.

- Shut up, dumb b*tch.

Its thanks to my daddy that

you have food and a roof.

Yes.

Maam, I want to

report a child as stolen.

Move. Scoot.

Jesus, sorry, sorry.

Anonymous, maam.

Stay there.

Do they have any idea

where the mothers child...

...may be?

She is sure to be with that bum...

...and we dont know

where he lives...

...but he wont take long to come by.

Anyway...

...if someone asks...

...or knocks on the door,

or we get an unknown caller...

...nobody knows

anything about Hendrix.

In this house, there are no kids.

Got it, Gabino?

Mrs. Chuy?

Nobody comes into this house

without me signing off on it.

Jean Paul, Im sorry, but...

...this is a very serious felony.

No, no, Tomas.

We just want to protect the kid.

Protect the kid, just that.

Im going to talk to

the lady and the guy...

...and offer them money

so theyll let us be.

Thats it.

Gentlemen...

...whether we like it or not...

...we have to hand the child

over to the authorities.

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