Three Steps Above Heaven Page #5

They've passed!

I passed!

Be quick,

we've got something to do.

I got the best grade!

Forga gave me an 8.

I thought she'd fail me.

I'm proud of you.

We have to go.

- Where?

- Pollo!

- Come on, Pollo!

- Behave yourself, Pepito.

Don't gulp your food.

You know it makes you sick.

He doesn't want

to go back to the witch.

Who is it?

Pepito Delivery Service.

And don't dare treat him

like you treat your pupils.

You hear?

Move, Al Capone!

So long, buddy.

There'll be more than 100 of us.

No, not a private room,

the whole restaurant.

Yes, a very special occasion.

Not just her good grades.

A daughter doesn't

turn 18 every day.

I'll send the guest list

this afternoon.

- Mom....

- Yes?

In case you'd forgotten,

Hugo Olivera, my boyfriend.

- Hi, Laura! Did you pass?

- Yes.

Come in.

Good morning.

I wanted to thank you....

Pepito?

I want to marry her.

First you need a job.

Or will she go on paying

for everything, like she does now.

Tomorrow, I'm going to win.

So she can see me do it.

Our girls are incredible.

We have to live up to them.

She'll love it.

- I'll get it.

- H...

Promise you'll be there.

What do you think?

Pollo...

It's Babi!

Here, take this.

Hello.

Can we talk?

Sure.

You threatened my teacher!

Are you stupid?

You screwed me, H.

- I thought that if...

- Stop thinking for me!

Don't treat me like a moron.

Let's leave it for a while.

- Shall I say anything to him?

- No.

I'll be along after the race, OK?

The dopey upstairs neighbor,

he'll take us to the party.

You're a f***ing genius.

Come on.

- Have you seen H?

- No, I haven't.

Babi,

come here a moment.

Carlos,

this is Babi.

- Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

My love.

A photo.

What would happen

if I asked your sister out?

Her boyfriend would break

every bone in your body.

That's all.

Hi, dad!

Hello.

Hey, where's your buddy?

I want some f***ing revenge.

I'm racing for him today.

I love you.

Who is our daughter dancing with?

With a good boy, Rafaela.

Be careful!

Stop, stop!

Forgive me, I'm sorry, Babi.

It's all right, Gustavo.

I said it's all right.

Leave me alone!

She told you twice

to leave her alone! Get out!

I'm just trying to help her.

What are you doing, H?

He didn't do it on purpose!

- Are you OK?

- Yes.

You think he meant to do it?

Yes?

Come on.

I'm sorry, Claudio.

- Katina! What is it?

- Pollo.

Where is he?

They won't tell me.

Look for him, H.

Please, I'm begging you.

Where is he?

Over there.

You can't get through.

Calm down.

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Pollo!

Let go of me!

He's my friend!

H!

H, stop, please!

Please! H!

- Don't touch me!

- Listen.

- Don't touch me!

- Listen.

I can't take any more.

Your life is full of sh*t

and death and blood,

you don't care about me.

I do care,

and Babi, I swear that...

Don't swear anything.

You don't care about anyone.

Not me or your family

or your best friend.

It's not my fault!

- Yes, it is!

- It's not!

Of course it is!

You killed Pollo!

You killed him!

There's always a moment

when the road forks.

Each one goes off, thinking

the roads will come together again.

Come in.

You see the other person

getting smaller and smaller.

That's all right.

We're made for each other.

She'll be there at the end.

But at the end

only one thing happens.

The f***ing winter comes.

Yes, yes. Don't keep on.

I'm eating well, Alex.

There's someone at the door.

I'll call you later.

Merry Christmas!

Come in, please.

I haven't been around much

these last months.

I couldn't, I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

Santa left this for you.

I miss him so much, H.

I can't...

Sometimes I think

I'll never find anyone like him.

No, no one like him.

But you'll find someone

who'll make you happy.

Have you spoken to Babi?

Have you?

We lost touch after the accident.

I think she's with another crowd.

And she's going out

with some guy.

Maybe you should forget her.

Want to stay for supper?

I can't tonight.

Some other day.

Thank you.

That's OK.

Yes?

Hello.

Is Babi there?

Just a minute.

Bye, mom.

Call me tomorrow.

Take care of her.

I will, Rafaela.

Are you ready?

We're leaving in five minutes.

What are you doing here?

- I locked myself out.

- OK, come on.

What's wrong?

Hugo, what's wrong?

What's happened?

Suddenly you realize

that everything is over.

Really.

I'm going away for a while.

To London.

To work.

That's a good idea.

I can't stay here.

There's no going back.

You feel it.

And then you try to remember

at what point it all began.

And you discover it started

before you thought.

Hello.

Hello.

Long before.

And it's at that moment

you realize

things only happen once.

And no matter how hard you try

you'll never feel the same again.

You'll never again feel

you're three meters above the sky.

THREE METERS ABOVE THE SKY

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