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Are you going out tonight?

What do you do at night,

when you go out?

I went to the cinema

the other night.

Did you meet people?

Do you want mine?

Here.

I think that...

What?

Nothing.

Last night...

- Was it tough?

- No.

The usual.

Your voices.

My voices?

Am I the only one

who hears them?

What about you?

Don't you hear voices

making fun of you?

Voices that criticize you?

That confuse you? ''That's wrong.''

''lf you carry on like this

you'll lose him.''

''He'll find someone better,

you'll see.''

Go and get him.

I'll get the car.

...Get out, kid!

It looks different from here.

It's like a Martini ad on TV.

I once got drunk on Martini.

I thought I'd have blondes

in bikinis

coming at me,

and I ended up in a hospital.

Oh! I f***ed the nurse,

she was gorgeous

and had a huge ass.

Shall we make a move, guys?

Want me to choke?

I don't see the old man. And I'm sick

of everyone giving me orders.

We're going.

F*** me, right?

Am I just the driver?

I may be untimely, brother,

but I feel it all in here.

Do you think

it doesn't hurt?

That I don't miss Vivi?

Seeing you on a honeymoon.

I'm not blind.

I have to take you for a drive...

to the beach...

Look, that lovebite...

You don't get those marks

carrying heavy bags.

I really screwed up.

I can only guarantee, Angel,

that I didn't do it.

I may be a lot of things but I don't

f*** asses that belong to my friends.

Or is it his?

Who fucks who, here?

Look at me.

Why don't you look at me?

Sh*t!

Put that away.

You'll f*** everything up.

Talk about me but you two

are worse than me.

Come on, don't be an a**hole.

Please.

Let go. Let go.

Good.

Everyone to the floor!

Everyone!

To the floor!

Nobody move!

May I help you, Sir?

Excuse me, Sir!

So much history in your skin.

Like a book I can read.

An open book.

With no end.

- You think so?

- I don't know yet, it's still blank.

- It's uncomfortable to write on.

- I can help you.

How?

I write on you.

You write on me.

Is that an offer?

I have nothing to give you.

How do you know?

I better go.

- This isn't good for you.

- Scared? So?

You're not the only one.

Fear has us all like this.

And you love

someone on top.

Hit me. You won't be the first

or the last...

Hit me. Think I care?

Pain wears off. It vanishes!

Now it's my turn. Let's play

your game. Hit me.

Leave me alone.

- Come on.

- Leave me alone!

I wasn't going to hit you,

I swear.

You don't get it,

go away.

I don't know what happened to me.

It's not about you,

leave me alone.

I want to die.

- Nobody dies here.

- Shut up, stop lying!

Nobody's going to die.

What do you care if I die?

Leave me alone.

Stop it!

Don't you get it, a**hole!

I want to die,

go away!

Don't lie to me, please.

I'll be left alone and it's worse.

I have a lot of money.

I have to get out of here.

I don't have much time.

My brother's gone.

Come with me.

I want you to come.

What do we have to lose?

Is it very early,

or very late?

I was waiting for you.

Me?

I'm leaving,

they've got Nando.

This place has had it.

It's just my share.

The guys?

Sleeping.

I was waiting for you.

Why me?

I can't talk to the others.

They're grown ups.

- They'll manage.

- They don't know a soul here.

They know Tabare,

he'll be more help than me.

The old man,

Losardo,

the Uruguayan,

says if we hand the money over

we can negotiate.

I don't know, and between

the doubt and the money...

You surprise me.

Honestly.

- I expected more from you.

- What else can I do?

To stay is suicide for me

and for you, you know it.

Each one must mind

his own ass.

It's for the best.

Are we going to kill each other?

Don't get yourself killed,

it's not worth it.

BURNT MONEY:

Good morning, gentlemen,

Your I. Ds, please?

What are you doing?

Tell me, what are you doing?

Stop! Police!

Step on it!

Hang on or I'll kill you!

What are you doing?

Are you crazy? Goddamn you to hell!

F***! Oh, f***!

I'm the a**hole

for trusting you!

F***ing retard!

You motherf***er!

Coming.

Coming!

I thought

you weren't coming.

Relax. Everything's fine.

Nothing's changed.

It's just a last favour.

I wouldn't do it

if I had a choice.

It's alright.

She'll go out to buy

some things.

You're going soft,

you let Tabare go,

he must be talking now.

You shoot an LP,

now, you let her go!

As soon as she sees a cop...

Is it you, Nene?

It's me.

Angel.

I'll go psychotic,

I'll lose my mind.

Are you listening?

ARGENTINE GANG STRIKES

AT THE BEACH:

I was going to tell you.

You'd better stay

elsewhere a few days.

- Got somewhere to go?

- Who cares?

You got me in this, now.

- It's only for two days.

- The police won't care.

Then we'll go as planned.

- I'll give you money for a hotel.

- Just what I expected.

It's all the whore needs.

As long as there's money...

Why did you lie to me?

All you wanted was a house.

O.K. I'll go.

Where?

Where will you go?

You don't get it. With those two,

you wouldn't get past the corner.

My cousin has a house

in Rio Branco

close to the Brazilian border,

it's safe.

I know how to cross

avoiding any controls.

We could go...

but not all of us.

The cops are looking for 4 men,

a couple has a chance.

Man, woman, you and I...

- Would you do that for me?

- Yes.

- You could get killed.

- Yes.

What's up, Angel?

Is that Angel?

Your twin brother?

I'm Giselle.

Did he tell you about me?

No, I see he hasn't.

Giselle is a secret,

but he told me about you.

Is it true you hear voices?

What do they say?

I'm curious.

Shut up.

He suffers for you.

Did you know?

He says he can't understand you,

that's why he wanted

to leave with me.

He'd had enough.

We were...

Shut up!

Let her talk...

Angel!

Wait for me.

You have to choose.

Fag!

F***ing fag!

Go, it's better for you.

Fag!

Be careful who you talk to.

If you talk,

I'll find you wherever you go.

Fag!

If you talk, I'll find you.

It's me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, please.

Has she gone?

Yes.

- Is she coming back?

- No.

- Did you care for her?

- No.

She was just a place to hide,

that's all.

Truco, goddamn it!

Candy from a baby...

We've got to teach the kid.

Hey, can you play Truco,

it's our national card game.

You'll never understand

Argentines if you don't learn.

First you must learn a few rules.

The strong cards

are the ace of swords,

the ace of clubs...

- The 7 of swords.

- Aren't we going?

Wait up. It's still early!

This is how you count envido,

like this, you see,

this would be 27.

When you've learnt the rules,

the different bets

and hands...

Then you shove all the rules

up your ass.

You have to lie!

The one who lies best wins.

That is the question.

Nobody there.

Don't answer it.

It may be a client

of your friend's.

We can rob him.

Who is it?

- They say it's the police.

- Are they selling raffles?

The lights!

Turn off the lights!

Fontana, Salvo, Di Pasquo,

Brizuela.

I repeat:
We know

you're in apartment 9,

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