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your name is... Nieves?

Your tank is heating up.

No, I'm not giving you

this watch for the gas.

It's worth a lot more.

It's a guarantee.

Are you going to rob me?

It's collateral.

Do you know what that is?

Please, please!

And tomorrow... Listen to me!

I'll come back,

give you the cash,

and you return my watch.

Take what you want.

There's 2000 in the till.

You're not listening.

My dad, boyfriend and brother

are out back.

Shall I talk to them, Natalia?

My name's Nines, damn it!

Nines!

Nines, honey, you hurt me.

The Civil Guards come by

every day at this time.

Look, I need gas.

I've lost my wallet,

and I'll leave you

this beauty as a guarantee:

a Formula 1 Tag,

the one Fernando Alonso uses.

It has a sapphire crystal,

luminescent hands,

this thing that goes round,

this is for scuba-diving,

but I use it to time the chicken.

Help!

Run, run, run!

Run like hell!

Shut it.

Help!

Son of a b*tch! I'm going to...

Okay, okay.

Take it easy. It's fine.

What the hell's wrong with people?

What's wrong with them?

What's wrong?

What's wrong with the car?

What's wrong with the car?

No... No, no.

What's wrong?

What's wrong, honey?

What's wrong, honey?

Did you put gas in this?

Diesel, the expensive kind.

Diesel?

You put diesel in it?

You put diesel in it?

See?

This is the problem.

You don't listen to me.

I talk and talk, and what?

Am I talking to a brick wall?

Are you so uninterested in

what I say?

- If only I'd had...

- Dad!

...a dad like me to tell you

about the world.

- They're coming.

- Who's coming?

Get the hell out of here!

This way! This way!

Stop, stop.

What did I do?

What did I do to deserve this?

Hold on, hold on...

Think positive.

There's always a bright side,

according to Luis Rojas Marcos,

a psychiatrist in New York.

He runs hospitals there.

What's the bright side here?

My wallet!

You stole my wallet?

You stole my wallet?

I didn't steal your wallet.

It was right here.

You d*ckhead!

- How did it get here?

- How should I know?

Look me in the eye, Willy!

So you're a crook now?

Then have some balls.

Did you put diesel in on purpose?

- I didn't do anything.

- What did I do?

What did I do apart from

devote myself to you?

I don't want to play football, okay?

It's horrible. I can't stand

the coach, my team-mates,

anybody. I want to be alone.

You're smoking dope

by the truckload!

Sons of b*tches.

This is...

This is Africa,

Africa I'm telling you.

This is hell.

Pick up your stuff.

Are you proud of yourself?

You steal from me, lie to me...

Look at your uncle's car, d*ckhead!

It's your fault!

What I can't forgive you is that

my jacket's still back there.

You're going to get it.

If I bashed your head in now

it'd be self-defence.

Hang on...

The insurance covers all this.

It'll look brand new.

They'll give him a new one.

He'll even thank me for it.

I don't want to play the match.

Right...

You don't want to play

because I'm telling you to.

No, it's all just a lie, okay?

Nobody's signing me up

for Real Madrid, I won't be Ral,

and I won't live in your house

because you don't have one.

All these negative ideas,

where do they spring from?

Don't you eat any fruit, or what?

You're entering the dark side

and think you're all grown up

and radical.

But you're going to play.

You'll score at least one goal

and the scout will sign you up.

I'm not playing.

Fine. Then I'm going

to the police right now.

- What for?

- What for? To file a report.

You stole my wallet.

You're going to reform school.

Okay, I'll go on the field,

but I'll play badly.

Impossible. You've got my blood.

You'll only think about winning.

However bad things get,

whatever problems beset you,

you're Willy Len,

you'll never throw in the towel.

THE MORALES:

THE MORALES:
39 AND 42 YEARS

OLD. Get some dry toast, honey.

Get some dry toast, honey.

CAR SALESMAN AND SECRETARY AT REPSOL

MANAGEMENT Get some dry toast, honey.

CAR SALESMAN AND SECRETARY

AT REPSOL MANAGEMEN

Mum, Elton's here with his parents.

THEIR SON'S NAME IS RODRIGO, NAMED AFTER

EL CID Mum, Elton's here with his parents.

THEIR SON'S NAME IS RODRIGO,

NAMED AFTER EL CID

THEIR SON'S NAME IS RODRIGO, NAMED

AFTER EL CID Get me some chips!

Get me some chips!

Mara, we should say hello.

They're good customers.

And very tacky.

You know what the Combi

I sold them cost?

With the new seats,

metallic paint job, DVD...

it came to over 50 grand.

And they paid in cash,

Six packets of biscuits?

They're on offer

and they've got fibre.

We'll be more regular.

Don't you want to be regular?

- I am.

- Yes, like clockwork.

A Swiss clock.

- Well, well!

- Hi!

Look who's here,

the super-salesman.

THE ALEGRES, 37 YEARS OLD Look

who's here, the super-salesman.

THE ALEGRES, 37 YEARS OLD

THE ALEGRES, 37 YEARS OLD You

were right, it's better than black.

You were right,

it's better than black.

OWNERS OF "BAR CALIFORNIA" IN THE COSLADA

AREA. You were right, it's better than black.

OWNERS OF "BAR CALIFORNIA"

IN THE COSLADA AREA.

OWNERS OF "BAR CALIFORNIA" IN THE COSLADA AREA.

- We love it. - It's like a second honeymoon.

- We love it.

- It's like a second honeymoon.

THEIR SON IS CALLED ELTON JOHN, AFTER ELTON JOHN.

- We love it. - It's like a second honeymoon.

THEIR SON IS CALLED ELTON JOHN,

AFTER ELTON JOHN.

THEIR SON IS CALLED ELTON JOHN, AFTER

ELTON JOHN. - Did the lad tell you? - What?

- Did the lad tell you?

- What?

About us going together.

To Seville, in the new Combi.

It burns up the highway.

It's silly going on the club bus.

What a drag!

- We've got loads of room.

- Say yes, Dad.

Yes... What do you say?

- Terrific! What else?

- Sure!

- It's our turn at the deli.

- We'll pick you up at 11, okay?

- 11, yes.

- We'll bring sandwiches.

- Great.

- I'm going with them.

Mara, it's only one weekend.

You never get it.

What do I have to get now?

- They're swingers.

- What?

They swap partners.

- Who told you that?

- Various mothers.

What do mothers know? Come on!

We mothers know everything.

So? Let's say they're singers...

- Swingers.

- Who cares, Mara?

We'll go in the Combi,

see the game and come home.

And spend the night in Seville

with a couple of perverts.

No one will force you

into anything, Mara.

They're your customers.

I'm taking the bus.

Kick it good, kick it hard,

score a goal, give 'em hell.

Here comes the greatest team

in Spain, and you can tell.

Kick it hard, into the net,

and sing goal, goal, goal!

Rivals stand aside,

this cup belongs to...

Deportivo Madrileo!

- Hooray for lads!

- And their mums!

These wheels are hot.

It's like riding a surfboard.

The seats are great.

One click and it turns into a bed.

- We broke it in last night.

- Right here, Mara.

We haven't shagged in a car

for years, have we, babe?

- Right here.

- What a blast!

I'm not saying

we haven't done pretty well.

The boys have made a huge effort.

But when the league began

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