Rivales Page #6

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Act natural, I'll reason with them.

- Afternoon, officers.

- Afternoon.

- How are you?

- You, out of the car.

- Xavier, he doesn't have...

- Come on!

The boy drove for two seconds...

- Hands on the hood.

- Listen, please!

You too.

She was just sleeping in back.

Quiet! Put that down, kid,

or I'll smash your face in.

- Listen, please!

- Shut up.

- Let me do it.

- No, I'll take care of the girl.

The papers are in the car.

Don't give me any sh*t!

- You're overdoing it, aren't you?

- Don't you like it?

I demand to see your identification!

Shut up, you clown!

Stop it, you'll kill him. Stop!

Sara! Darling!

We're Civil Guards.

You've got sugar balls

in all colours,

here are the Chupa-Chups...

These ones, I love these.

- I don't.

- There are crisps, sunflower seeds...

- They're free?

- Anything you want.

- Shall I fill your tank?

- There's no need.

Some magazines?

No, thanks.

Anyway, it wasn't me.

It was her.

Have you seen "Kill Bill"?

It was wicked. Kicks, punches...

You should've seen it.

Is she your wife?

- Thanks.

- What for?

It's exactly the question

I needed, Natalia.

- Nines.

- Thanks, Nieves.

- Darling...

- Leave me alone.

- No. It was beautiful.

- It was horrible.

I hadn't the faintest idea.

I get violent outbursts,

I'm unhinged. Now you know.

- You looked lovely.

- I thought I had it under control.

No, no, don't control it.

Don't control it.

Will you marry me?

Football came to the Iberian

Peninsula here in Andalusia,

in the province of Huelva,

in 1873, when English workers

at the Rio Tinto mines

started a team.

The oldest team in Spain

is Huelva,

founded in 1889.

EDU, 39, MARRIED

COACH, ATLTIC BARCELONS

HIS LADS CALL HIM

KING BILLY "THE HAIRY"

This is yours, right?

This is it, great.

Parents, the reservations

are in your names, alright?

- Has the other team been here long?

- Just 15 minutes.

THE BEAR AND THE STRAWBERRY TREE

- This can't happen.

- That's true.

We can't leave it so long.

No, what can't happen is this.

- I'm married, and so are you.

- Not now.

- What?

- I got a divorce

- No!

- I told you I would.

What did you tell your wife?

The truth. I'm in love with you.

You talked about me?

What does that matter?

Did you talk to Cristina?

No.

I tried to, but I can't.

It's hard at first,

but when you confess...

you see the light.

You don't know this club.

They'll throw me out of the team,

maybe the federation.

What do you mean?

They can't.

Our thing is totally legal.

- But my wife isn't like yours.

- You don't even know her!

- It's over.

- What is?

Us. You're free now.

You'll find someone else.

Pepe, I don't love anyone else.

We'll talk later, okay?

- I'm not a homosexual.

- Of course not.

What?

Aren't you going to help me?

You insulted my mother again.

- Me?

- Yes, you

We're going through all this

and all you talk about

is your mother.

I've f***ing had it with you.

- Hey!

- I warned you.

- Watch the language.

- F*** that.

Watch your language!

Go back to Madrid.

I'll stay with the boy.

- Get the bus!

- Don't use that tone with me.

- Surprise!

- How are you? I'm sorry.

The hotel's got a spa!

Sure, we'll hit the spa

and relax before dinner.

- Right? Mary!

- Mara!

- Mary!

- There's a spa.

- What do you say?

- I'll just finish...

Okay. Be nice.

Finish arguing

and we'll see you downstairs.

In the basement.

- We'll see.

- Be nice, eh?

You're f***ing incredible.

How nice! A spa!

Off you go then.

- Where?

- Time's a-wasting.

You think I wouldn't dare?

Do you want to see?

I wouldn't dare?

You'll see. Sh*t!

You came after all.

The water's divine.

See? We have it all to ourselves.

Well...

Aren't you scared that

someone might walk in?

What, are you chickening out now?

No, Mara, no.

It's just that it's our first time

and we're a bit nervous.

You must've been nervous

the first time too, right?

The first time? I don't get it.

Sure, the first time

you did this swinging thing.

- Us?

- All the parents on the team know.

I didn't believe it,

you being such Conservatives,

I didn't, but after today,

all those looks

and all that innuendo...

And you're so gorgeous.

There you go.

Well.

Let's get down to business.

- Get off. I got it.

- Stay there.

Spots, right?

- No answer.

- He must have no signal.

- That's odd.

- His battery must be dead.

- Go away!

- What?

Go away. Leave me alone.

Look, I haven't slept

with anyone for 10 years,

and in the very unlikely event

that I felt like

making up for lost sex,

I'd get a professional specialized

in senior citizens, not a Salesian.

I like you, Rosa.

You're dynamite.

And believe or not,

I'll be yours tonight.

Rosa Pou, P-O-U, spelt the same

in Catalonian or Spanish,

there's no translation.

My ID card.

My key, please.

- Your husband took it.

- My husband?

You! That's my bag!

The man told me...

That man is a twit.

I want a room of my own.

Separate rooms?

Right away.

Piero!

My boy! Where have you been?

This is Carla. Her mum's

one of Dad's ballerinas.

- Hello.

- Nice to meet you.

She came with me from Italy.

She's run away from home.

We're in love

and we want to live together.

Juan Luis, my card.

Call me when you get the crate.

You'll love it. We'll serve cava

at your daughter's wedding.

She deserves a classy wedding.

Alright? It was a pleasure.

Guillermo Len, remember that.

See you. Thanks.

Sh*t. Look.

See him? With the cute girl?

He plays for Barcelons.

He kept kicking me

when we played them.

I don't believe it.

He came.

- Who?

- Xavier Rovira.

He's my boss,

the son of the owners.

Sometimes life puts things

right in your lap. Come on.

Don't screw up. Come on.

Thanks. I left the bags here.

Xavier! Hi, how are you?

Fine.

Don't you remember me?

Guillermo Len.

Head of sales...

Oh, sure.

...northern zone. I was named

top salesman outside of Catalonia.

- Yes.

- Do you remember?

- Yes, of course.

- Do you remember or not?

- Did you know my son's playing yours?

- No, I didn't know.

Nice to meet you.

Send up our bags.

Did you get the report

I sent you about setting up

new outlets all over

the mountains north of Madrid?

- A**hole! Foreigner!

- Fascist!

- Xavier!

- Oriol!

Okay, that's enough!

- What are you drinking?

- Whisky.

Rosa! Rosa!

I raised his mother.

I was at his birth.

I looked after him

while his parents were on tour.

I bought him his first bike,

computer and mobile phone.

I paid for his school,

his educational psychologist,

a treatment for his acne

and the wires in his teeth.

And last year I committed

the most abominable act

I have ever committed.

Abominable? Which one?

I took him to Eurodisney.

More whisky?

Please.

- You have to help me.

- Relax.

Tell that girl that what she's doing

with my grandson is a sin,

and she'll burn in Hell.

You were a priest.

I'll tell her!

- Offer her money.

- Mine?

No, no. Mine.

Do something.

You have to help me.

Help me get rid of her.

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