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thats your first cut man!

I'll do your beard for free!

Wheres my blue trimmer?

Somebody stole it...

I saw Tomas with it last.

Stop talking sh*t.

I left it on the table.

I didn't steal the trimmer.

I'm just kidding.

I'm giving you 100,000 pesos

to buy clippers.

I'm trusting you. ok ?

You wont regret it. Nelson.

And you, always making trouble!

Just lend me your trimmer!

Wheres Jairo?

Have you seen this kid?

Don't show me that picture!

He already killed my husband!

l don't want to see it ever again.

Why are you looking for this kid?

Let me see that.

Do you know this guy?

- Who is it?

- Come on, speak up!

Hes my brother.

this a**hole owes us big time!

Are you gonna pay us

what he owes?

- How much is it?

- 120,000 pesos.

What do you have here?

Come on, speak up.

Are you paying or what?

Pay up and I'll take you to him.

Whats up, Tomas?

Everything cool?

Why the long face?

How did it go buying the clippers?

Nelson. actually...

l had a problem and l had to use

the money for the clippers.

l don't believe it.

l trusted you, gave you money

and you let me down.

l cant take it anymore, Tomas.

this is not gonna work.

the dealers gave me another chance.

Another chance?

You think its ok

to ruin everybodys life?

You're ruining your life yourself.

l never told you

to come looking for me.

You're prepared to kill yourseIf

for this sh*t?

Dont smoke that.

Dont smoke it !

Do nt smoke that!

take it.

thats what l like about this sh*t.

lt takes me out of this hole.

and back to Buenaventura.

Come on, the bastards are close.

I'm staying here.

they wont see us here.

Don't you realise

l saw them kill dad.

Come on, lets go!

F*** off! I'm staying.

this is the story

of my funeral and my burial.

I'm seven feet under

and I'm not afraid.

Im seven feet under

and I'm no t afraid.

I'm seven feet under

and I'm afraid.

And I ask the Lord.

that when l die

up to heaven. my Lord

up to heaven I want to go.

up to heaven. my Lord

up to heaven l want to go.

Mom kicked Roel out.

For the nine days of the wake.

Heres your part of the money.

its your share.

I'm heading north, bro.

Listen, tomorrow I'll see you

at the bus station at noon.

You got that?

I'm counting on you.

It's up to you, bro.

take this map to Tomas.

We've got enough

clippers around here.

Keep them, they're yours.

How about a haircut?

So do you want a haircut?

Ok, how much?

5,000 pesos.

OK, what kind of cut?

Cool!

take it easy.

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