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I am from Alicante, a child of the coast, the sun is my godfather.
You can choose the war, but you can't choose the enemy.
Like the Road Runner always escaping the Coyote.
Run, Chimito, run!
Run, Chimo, I'm gonna get you!
Chimo!
I'm gonna catch you, Chimo!
Chimo, I'm gonna get you, fucker!
Get him!
I'm gonna get you, Chimito!
Run, Forrest, run!
Watch out!
Look at the Road Runner go!
Chimo!
What's up, dude?
I'm gonna get you!
Look how he runs!
Watch out!
I'm gonna get you!
I'm gonna get you, Chimo!
What the... Hey!
Son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch.
What a son of a bitch.
The first big wave of summer holiday traffic has begun,
with a lot of movement, both on the roads...
- Lola! Come on. - I'm coming already.
Time?
Thirty-five past.
My goodness, I won't make it.
Eat some breakfast.
I don't have time, Mom. I'll have lunch later.
- Bye, Grandpa, have a good day. - You look very pretty, Carmen.
I'm Lola, Grandpa, but thanks. You're more handsome.
Hey, what's up?
You know you missed the boat yesterday.
Less work and more play, little guy, You don't even know what day it is.
Okay...
The medications?
You just gave them to me.
I'm going to end up like him! Poor thing.
Bye, Dad! Be good!
- He's not deaf, Mom. - He hears me better that way.
- Come on. - Bye.
Bye.
- Let's go, Grandpa. - My hat.
- Hi, Rosa. - Good morning, you two.
Good morning, Mr. Joaquín. What song will you play for me today?
- Hi, Chimo. Everything good? - Yeah, he's sharper today.
Oh, yeah? Okay. I mean, these are better for him, right?
Oh, my goodness! Let the dance begin!
Well then, let's go to the dance.
- Say bye to your grandson. - I don't have any worth a damn.
Bye, Chimo.
Bye, Grandpa.
- Your change. There you go. - Thanks.
- Hello. - Hello.
One second.
You can't eat in here.
That's five euros.
Now they're mine.
Store policy.
Happy birthday.
- Want a cookie? - Sure, girl.
What do you think of my brother?
Pretty cute, eh? A little shy.
- He's good-looking, right? - Tonight...
Darling, are you going to be late?
I'm on my way home, Mom.
Look who we have here.
Our little chicken.
Pick him up, Moreno.
Get up, Chimo. For fuck's sake.
Come on, champ.
Come on.
- What do you want? - The money, bro. What else?
The usual, Chimo.
- Go get it, Medina. - Bring it here, man.
- Really? - Give me your wallet.
Wait, okay?
Come on. Put 'em up.
Look at me. Up here.
Hit me, Chimo. Grow some balls and hit me.
Hit me, damn it.
Look at me.
Look at me!
For fuck's...
What's up, Rubio?
Nothing, my pal just fell off this bike.
- Are you okay? - Everything's cool.
I'm asking him. Are you okay, kid?
- Yeah. I'm alive. - Sure.
Attention, we have a code six.
Any cars on patrol in the vicinity?
I'll get you, shithead.
Let's go.
You got all messed up, buddy.
- See you later, Chimito. - Bye-bye.
Say hi to your sister. I still dream about her!
She will fall when he comes back.
What are you doing here, Grandpa? Where's Mom?
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Chimo
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday.
It's the bike you wanted.
Mom.
It's was your grandpa's idea.
Mom.
You were 500 euros short, right?
Each of us chipped in, what?
But you can pay me the rest.
- But I'll pay you. - Tomorrow, without fail, okay?
Everyone's eating. Come on, Dad.
By the way, this is Raquel. I think you've already met.
- Hi. - Hi.
Did you like the surprise?
Yes. Very much.
I have a flamenco girlfriend who sings
I have a girlfriend in Madrid I have a gypsy girlfriend
I have a modern girlfriend who dances I have a flamenco girlfriend who sings
I have a girlfriend in Madrid I have a gypsy girlfriend
I have a modern girlfriend
Be careful, okay?
Take it easy, little man. I know what I'm doing.
Okay, but not too much.
No. I'll leave you handsome and classy.
I'll give you a blond or blue streak here,
- like the kids wear now. - Don't mess around!
Sit down, wimp. Come here.
Boy, yes, sir!
Yes!
This is mine.
Oh, my God!
I kicked your ass at bowling, didn't I?
- You're kind of bad. - Yeah, it's not my thing.
If you want, I'll let you take revenge someday, okay?
Well, shit, look at you now!
Dude, don't you see? It's the best.
What came first, the bike or the babe?
The bike, right? Otherwise...
What's your deal, asshole?
The mouth on you...
What's up?
- You only use it to talk? - Fuck you.
Beat it, Rubio.
Damn! Looks who's up.
- What'd he say? Let me go? - Yeah.
- Right?
What the fuck? What are you doing?
What's wrong?
I'll leave in a minute, Chimo.
Is this a 125?
What if it is a 125?
Who is this fucking freak?
Looking good.
Tell her, tough guy.
Come on, tell her.
- He's scared shitless. - Tell her.
A childhood friend, bitch.
- Raquel, don't! - Hey, okay.
- Easy, Chimo, easy. - You're hurting me. Let me...
- Let me go! - Lunge at me, cripple.
You know you like it.
Come on, Chimo, lunge at me.
On your bum leg.
Come on, just a little.
- Beat it. - Son of a bitch!
That's it. Of course.
Come on.
Now you're going to give me the keys
and all the money you have.
Don't fucking give it to him! Don't do it!
Tough bitch!
That's what you're missing, Chimo.
Learn, Chimito.
What's with that face?
What do we have here? All right.
- It's Christmas. - Let's see what's in this purse.
Here you go, moneybags.
Damn, dude.
What's that?
- Wow. - See you later.
Careful, okay, gorgeous?
There's lots of bad people over there.
Bye.
We're alone now, Chimo.
Perfect. Come at me again.
- Come on, come at me. - Go ahead, do it.
- Let's go. - Of course. There.
One foot. Then the other.
Suits you, man.
What a bike that bastard got!
- It suits him. My God. - Fucking cool, dude.
Mother of God.
Damn, Chimo! How does this sound?
You'll lend it to me, right?
I went looking for an excuse or a reason
Lost without direction or motive or sense
I set out looking from this place
My hunger and nerves, ambition and pain
Don't fucking give it to him!
@CHUSTAMEDINA Rubio attacks. Cripple humiliated.
You've gone weeks without leaving your room.
Come to dinner. Come on.
I made salted cod stew.
You have to eat something, okay?
Come on.
Eat a little, honey.
Okay?
I made it with tomato, the way you like it.
National Police. How can I help you?
Hi. I'd like to make a report.
Mind your own damn business!
- I am! You don't have the balls! - The balls for what?
For what?
To stand up to El Rubio for once!
- El Rubio? - Yes, Mom, El Rubio.
You remember, the son of a bitch who made him shit himself.
- It's no skin off my ass! - Shut the fuck up!
- It's okay, Lola, please. - That's it. It's okay, is it?
It's okay to treat him with kid gloves?
All his life taking care of him and coddling him,
never worrying about how you suffer.
But you also suffer because you want to. Life is hard for everyone.
Fucking cripple!
Dad. Look at me.
Look at me. Breathe. Look at me!
Dad. Look at me, Dad.
There. There.
- Hi, Chimo. - Hi, Julia.
This is good, isn't it?
- Did you make it? - Yeah.
Yeah?
Kind of.
"Kind of..."
So you don't wear yourself out going home and coming back.
But that way I get to be with you.
Hey, Mom.
What?
Do you remember making churros?
Of course. How could I not?
Oh, my goodness.
- Bye, Mari. See you later. - Bye, gorgeous.
Hi, babe.
Later, Mari.
If you asked me, you'd have spared yourself.
I came for you.
I spoke to Remigio.
I'll go back to the store.
Cash or card?
Sit down.
Already? You haven't eaten anything.
We'll start with a jab. Always keep your guard up.
Chimo, the motorcycle.
- The motorcycle. - Not now, Grandpa.
HOME
Good morning.
THEME, PHOENIX BIRD
Turn around so we can see you.
- You're getting laid today. - Lola!
Come on...
Sushi!
Chinese!
It's hard, but all things pass.
And the future is knocking at my door.
Peace on the street, peace in the square.
The devil gave me a nine-month head start.
I won't make it, I won't make it.
- Your sandwich. - Thanks, Mom.
Bye, Grandpa.
- Have you seen it, Mom? - What?
"Churro Now. Delivery."
What's this?
- For the churro delivery. - Dude.
The kid is smart and savvy. I'm off, my boss is going to kill me.
Always late.
That girl...
- Good morning, you two. - Good morning, Rosa.
Let's go.
And Eduardo's back, too. They're going to have fun.
- Sure. And you, too. - Yeah.
- Later, dear. - Bye.
Bye, Grandpa.
Don't touch me! Don't touch me, damn it!
Don't touch me, God damn it!
Let me go! Fuck this.
Fuck off.
Asshole! What the fuck are you thinking?
Don't touch me.
Don't look at me like that.
Don't touch me. Do you understand? I'm telling you not to touch me.
PHYSICAL THERAPY
Don't touch me.
Don't touch me, damn it! Do you understand or not?
For fuck's sake. Who the hell do you think you are, buddy.
Who do you think you are? Tell me.
For fuck's sake, dude. Don't touch me. Fuck.
For fuck's sake.
Fuck.
You're an asshole, bro.
- See you tomorrow, Raúl. - Asshole.
Dude, fucking cripple.
What a fucking motorbike.
Come, I'll tell you something.
Come here, Chimo. Don't be afraid, damn it.
Don't you have any balls? Chimo!
You've got no balls, damn it!
- Rosa. - Yeah?
- I heard voices inside... - In rehab.
- Yeah. - Yeah, Raúl López.
- Raúl, yes. - He came from the hospital in Toledo.
Another traffic accident.
When our mothers get on our case about motorbikes, it's for a reason.
Yeah.
You know him?
Yeah, from school.
Will he be like that forever?
Oh, son, I...
I'm not a doctor, but it's an upper spinal cord injury.
I'm afraid so.
- Sorry. - Yes?
Is he here all day? I'd like to come see him.
Well, he'll be very grateful to you.
Monday to Saturday. They bring him at 9:00 and take him home at 5:00.
Okay, thanks.
...the keys and all the money you have.
Don't fucking give it to him! Don't do it!
Tough bitch! That's what you're missing, Chimo.
Careful, okay, gorgeous? There's lots of bad people over there.
We're alone now, Chimito.
Perfect. Come at me some more. Come on, come at me.
Go ahead. Let's go.
Son, will you give Grandpa his sedative?
I'm coming.
Water!
- Why don't you give it to me now? - I can't.
Why not? Give it to me now.
- I need more time. - Look.
You'll bring it tomorrow.
Tomorrow! If not, I swear I'll tear your head off.
MARICARMEN BITCH
- Hello. - Hello.
Looking for someone?
Yeah, I came to see El Rubio.
Oh, are you a friend of Raúl?
- Yes. - Okay.
He lives there.
You're the first one to come see him in months.
They just brought him from rehab.
Wait.
Better if I open it.
He's alone.
Go ahead.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
What are you doing here, Chimo?
Huh? Chimo.
Chimo.
Look at me, kid. Look at me, Chimo.
Are you dumb, Chimo? Damn it, Chimo!
Chimo!
Don't touch that, Chimo.
For fuck's sake, damn it. Chimo!
Don't touch that.
What the fuck, kid? Chimo. Chimo.
What do you want?
- I want an apology. - An apology.
For what?
For high school?
Which year?
For the bike?
For your girlfriend? For your whore of a sister?
- For every time I hit you? - For everything!
And what if I don't?
Never in your fucking life will I apologize. Just so you know.
That's it. Walk away.
Like you always do because you're a faggot.
Fuck you, Chimo! Fuck you!
Son of a fucking bitch! Fuck you!
Put my fucking music back on. Damn it.
Put the fucking music on, dude.
What's wrong, dear?
Nothing.
Nothing?
That's good, isn't it?
Do you have enemies?
No.
There are people who have hurt me,
- and people who I've hurt... - You?
Yes. I'm no saint, okay?
But, no, they're not my enemies.
- Isn't it the same thing? - No.
I think you only have enemies if you want to have them.
- It depends. - On what?
I didn't want any.
I know, darling.
Do you remember
Rosario?
Look at how she hurt me.
My best friend, and she destroyed the family.
Well, your father did his part, too.
That could be my enemy.
For a long time, I hated her with all my energy. And him, too.
I even thought about revenge.
I swear.
I thought about doing stupid things.
I thought about it seriously.
But I had you,
and your sister and your grandpa...
And they...
Those two were the losers.
That's their punishment.
But if you can do something and you don't, you're a coward.
No. To the contrary.
The brave one is the one who can do something, but doesn't.
Hurting them in return only makes you dirtier.
And it's not good to live dirty.
Good night, Mom.
I get out of bed now Want to make them suck it.
Teacher told me I was useless Now I've got my house remodeled.
That's the past!
I'm all out of joints Got a bottle in the minibar
Now she wants me to go and give a talk. Know what I think? That's the past!
Look at how I've tried And every time it was just work
Effort fucking got me here Faith brought it to me
It's your dream to grow, come with me I'll show you a shortcut
It was what that mouth didn't say And it hurts her to see me all mixed up
Water flowing by
I saw her, she saw me, we found a way
It was a strange connection Now she won't look me in the eye
They gave 12 and a thousand And now we don't care about each other
It's water that flowed by in April And not the broken glass I eat
Life helped me today It showed me how to see
What's just water flowing by That doesn't need to return
Water flowing by I'm sorry, bro, you're water flowing by
If it's water flowing by It's water that's gone, never to return
You're water flowing by Gave you what I had, I got nothing more
These things are water flowing by Water flowing by, water flowing by
LIVE ENDED
I think you'll apologize, son of a bitch.
- Hi. - Hi. Is he alone?
Yes, son. As always.
And it's for the best.
Wait. I'll let you in.
- Thank you. - Go ahead. Enjoy.
Sure.
No way, dude.
- We're going for a walk. - No.
- Clothed or naked? - Are you stupid, Chimo?
This is very easy.
If you act right, you'll go clothed. If not, naked.
Have the balls to touch me.
Stop. Stop it, damn it, I don't want to go out.
Idiot.
Why?
What do you care?
You know what? I didn't want to go out, either.
And I had to do it every fucking day.
So tell me, clothed or naked?
Clothed.
Are we playing some game?
Something like that. You'll see.
Look at me.
- Coward. Coward. - Just like you.
I know how this thing goes.
I said it already, Chimo.
Huh?
Damn.
Look.
- Anyone ring a bell? - No.
- Don't you remember? - No way.
Well, they sure remember you. All of them.
You've fucked up all of their lives. None of them ring a bell?
No. Look at how they look at me.
The looks they're giving me. Look.
Damn, bro.
Of course they don't ring a bell. How could they, looking like that?
You're all uglier than my old man's ass.
Don't laugh so much.
Who are you?
They mess with you like they did Chimo?
- What's going on? - Just look at him.
What's up, handsome?
- Handsome's how we'll leave your face. - Yeah?
- You're good-looking. - So are you.
- You look good. - Yeah? Want a little kiss?
- Come here. - Two. And one on the forehead if you want.
Give me a kiss. Come here.
Freak!
- What's going on? - Get out of the way!
I'm gonna piss in his face!
- Enough. - You're the one who called us.
- But it's enough now. - Get lost!
Do it! Do it!
Do it, come on!
- The cops! - Run!
Run like bitches!
- Is there a problem? - No. My buddy fell out of his chair.
All units.
Backup needed. Officer down. Algiers Plaza.
Copy that, dispatch. On my way.
Up.
Let's go.
Hit me.
For once in your life, grow some balls and hit me.
You bring me here but you won't hit me? Only you.
- One good punch. Come on, Chimo. - Sorry.
Walker, there's no path The path is made by walking
I can't walk I make Chimo push my chair
Walker, I can't walk anymore The path is a pain in the ass with you
Life is not a dream You're a dog walking his owner
You wanna be brave? I'll teach you You're the same now as when were kids
Remember what I did to you then I hit you, you cried, I laughed
You don't fight, chicks don't like you
I wouldn't want to be your parents Raising a coward, for real
Calling you a clown just insults clowns Oh, my God, you're a failure
You need the dumbass punched outta you I threw you a few but it wasn't enough
I'm gonna be your cross A dark face taking you away from light
You see me and squeal I'm the king of the hood
Screaming from this chair I'd like to be like you
- Do you want me to put you to sleep? - Go fuck yourself.
My dad.
Hide under the bed, Chimo.
Please.
Hey.
- Hi. - Look.
Look.
Look. He's awake.
Son? You see?
- Who is that? - It's my boy.
- Your boy? - Look.
- Your boy. - Yeah.
He can't move.
- What do you mean, he can't move? - He can't move.
He's like a doll. I have to move him.
Give him this and see how...
No, don't give it to him!
Don't do it. He's very small.
"Hi, María!
"I'm El Rubio, El Tigre's doll.
"How are you?"
Hello. Hello, doll.
What an asshole.
"María, I could screw you once or twice.
"You're so nice. You have such nice tits."
Give him a hand job.
Should I give him a hand job? Come on.
- No! - I'll give him a hand job!
Don't do anything.
Don't do anything, he'll get angry.
He'll get angry. Don't be angry, it's just a joke.
I love you. Don't be angry, I'm just here as a joke with my friend.
Okay?
So he's your son?
- He's your son. - Yeah.
He's my son. That's what his mother said, as useless as she was.
- Son of a bitch. - Leave my mother in peace.
- What? - Leave my mother alone.
- How can I leave her alone? - Leave her alone.
- What did I say about your mother? - Stop.
- I said she's useless. - Son of a bitch.
- Your fucking mother is useless. - Don't speak like that in front of people.
- Don't yell at me! - Don't mention my mother!
- Don't yell at me!
- Don't mention her! Leave my mother alone! - Don't yell at me! What's wrong with you!
Son of a bitch!
- It's okay... - Shut up, I'm talking with him.
- You want me to talk about your mother? - Don't mention her.
- Should I tell you? You gonna hit me? - What are you going to say?
Are you gonna hit me?
- Gonna hit me? - What are you going to say?
- She's a cunt! - Son of a bitch.
- Your mother is dead! - Son of a bitch.
Who cleaned up your shit? Your mother or me?
Son of a bitch!
She's dead, you son of a bitch!
I cleaned up your shit!
- It's okay. - Shut up!
I'm talking to him! Shut your mouth!
Don't speak to me like that if front of people, son of a bitch.
Your mother is dead
and I'm the one who cleans up your shit.
I clean up your shit!
Ungrateful son of a bitch!
Okay. It's okay, okay?
It's okay.
No... What he can't do is...
He can't talk to me like that. That's it.
I don't feel like it.
Don't look at me. Leave me alone.
Don't worry.
Don't look at me. Leave. Leave me alone!
It's okay. Don't worry.
- Put me on the bed. - Okay. Okay.
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone, Chimo.
- Your mother's was better. - Oh, my God.
Mom was a better cook.
I remember her lentils and chorizo.
Those lentils...
If it's that...
There are things you don't forget.
- No way. - Right, Dad?
Look what I found.
Let me see?
Oh, wow, so pretty, Mom.
The prettiest.
Look, Dad.
Remember?
I looked at some locations for rent.
What about equipment?
- It's expensive. - Well...
We can ask for a loan.
There's no hurry, dear.
Okay?
Come on, Dad.
Good job.
REPORTING PARENTAL ABUSE
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Come on, Grandpa. We'll talk later, okay?
See you later.
So, how are we today?
You've got a pool, too?
The residents do.
Why?
Do I look like I own the place?
If you tell anyone, I'll kill you.
Yung Beef isn't bad. If he knew anything about music, he'd be the shit.
That what jealous pussies say.
They come after anyone who keeps it real and talks about the street,
and dipshits say he doesn't know music.
You know about music.
What?
I don't, but... I don't know.
Residente, 7 Notas 7 Colores, Kase.O, SFDK, Canserbero...
- What century are you in? - Same as you.
Or maybe not. You're prehistoric.
Fuck you.
You can report your dad if you want. I've got a phone.
What?
- Your dad. You can report... - Who do you think you are?
What do you want, Chimo? I'll still break your jaw.
Do you get it or not?
- Go fuck yourself. - Okay.
Go fuck yourself.
- Okay, if you need... - I don't need anything.
Not from you or anyone. Get lost.
Okay.
Chimo.
Take me to the cemetery.
To the cemetery. With the dead. What's wrong?
Can you leave?
It's not a prison. Ask permission and that's it.
One day she felt bad, went to the hospital, and never came back.
Cancer.
I think it was the lousy life El Tigre gave her.
The bastard didn't take her to the hospital.
- I'm sorry. - What do you have to be sorry for?
How's your sister?
Good.
She have a boyfriend? She's so hot.
Sometimes I see her.
Or used to.
Damn.
My father left for another woman.
It was a long time ago. I almost don't remember him.
- Do you remember your mom? - What does it matter to you?
Sorry.
Every fucking day.
And don't apologize, it's boring.
Here it is.
You just stole that, you dipshit.
You're just like me.
You wish.
This isn't robbing, it's sharing.
Leave me alone.
Stop nosing around for once, okay?
We say "please."
"Please," my ass.
LYRICS
- "Lyrics." - Don't read that, Chimo. Please.
Fuck.
These are awesome.
- They're yours? - Fuck off.
Dude, I'm serious.
They're the shit.
Rap them. Do you know them?
They're mine, asshole.
Well, what do I know? Sometimes I forget.
Sure, but you're stupid.
Go ahead, then.
Do it, brother.
Then I'll go.
Darkness and ruin, mine's got no cure Like the cancer that took her life
Do it, man.
Come on.
Motherfucker.
Darkness and ruin, mine's got no cure Like the cancer that took her life
Forgive me, Mom, up there observing me
But maybe the perspective Gets better from there
Dad's on drugs, his hands can't grip Eating leftovers, dementia for dinner
Son of El Tigre, raised in violence I wanted to be free, but lost my patience
Raised with bad luck, always in need Had no childhood, did my penance
Dad's between substances Serving a sentence
Mom's in the back of an ambulance Headed to the ER.
She's gone, now I think of her at night
With crying eyes while I watch the stars
I lost my faith Without sleep, you don't dream
Without a mother I couldn't be what she wanted
- This is your neighborhood, no? - Yeah.
I'm hungry. Are you?
Don't fuck with me, asshole.
"Please."
- Please don't fuck with me, asshole. - That's better.
Not at your house, Chimo, please.
- Chimo. - It'll be fine.
Anyway, my sister Lola will be there. You like her, right?
Are you an idiot? Do you know who I am?
Why the hell are you taking me to your house?
Chimo.
Do you like meat in tomato sauce?
- I can smell it from here. I'm so hungry. - You're a fucking coward.
This is how cowards take revenge. Fucking coward.
- Okay, calm down, little guy. - Don't touch me.
- Don't worry. - "Little guy"?
- It's a done deal. - Don't touch me, motherfucker.
Hi, Mom. Set one more place.
Mom, this is Raúl.
El Rubio.
Hello, ma'am.
It smells really good.
Hello, Raúl.
Been a long time.
- How's your mother? - There's meat in tomato sauce, right?
- Well, meatballs in tomato sauce. - Oh, good.
- Will you put him in Grandpa's spot? - Sure.
Yes. Okay. Just like that. Good. There.
- There. Okay. - A little more.
- There. Okay - Here, like that, perfect.
She passed a few years ago.
- Really, ma'am, don't worry. - I'm sorry, I...
- I didn't know. - Don't worry.
- What about Lola? - She's coming.
Maybe.
- Thank you. - Let's eat.
- Would you prefer something else, Raúl? - No, I like this.
- Yeah? - Yeah, it smells great.
- You already said that, ass-kisser. - Because it's true.
It's true. It smells great.
And it'll taste even better, right?
Here.
No. Aren't you going to eat?
- In a bit, don't worry. - Hello.
You don't even know what happened to me at work.
What this son of a bitch doing here?
- You're an idiot. Doesn't surprise me. - Lola!
- There are meatballs. Aren't you hungry? - I was, but I lost my appetite.
You know who this asshole is, Mom?
Raúl. El Rubio.
If you know, then what the fuck is he doing in this house?
I didn't want to come.
- I'm sorry, I'll leave. Chimo, let's go. - No. Lola.
I don't get it. He's been fucking with you since you were nine.
Lola, honey. Your brother invited his friend to eat, okay?
Now sit and eat with us, please.
- Give my brother his bike back, asshole. - The bike fared worse than he did, Lola.
Sit, sweetie.
- You look very pretty. - Fuck you!
- I'm sorry, ma'am. - It's nothing.
Lola!
I told the truth, right?
Sure, bro. But it wasn't the time, you know?
What do I know, dude?
She's so hot when she gets angry. Something was rising over here...
Yeah, but are you able to get aroused?
Of course, dude. That's up here.
Sure, but what about your cock?
My cock doesn't get hard, but I cum with my mind.
- You're a poet, Rubio. - You see.
- This one goes for at least 70. - Yeah, man. And it has wings.
- You can pimp this one up, dude. - Sure, put a music system on it.
And a GPS.
Are you leaving? I'm up for it.
No. I was waiting for you.
I know what I'm doing, Lola.
- And what are you doing? - Taking care of him.
That bastard doesn't deserve it after the way he made you suffer.
That bastard has suffered ten times more than me.
And he's also crazy about you.
And what else?
He recites verses in your honor.
So he's a poet?
Something like that.
A poet who's fucked up your whole life.
Don't worry, Lola.
But you look very pretty, Lola.
Cheer up.
- Careful on the downhill. - Okay.
- Over here? Okay. - Yeah, turn right.
- There's a pothole here. - Yeah.
- Should we go for a walk? - What are we doing?
No, damn it. A little farther.
- That'd be cool. - Stop here, then. A little to the left.
You know how to drive?
Sure. More or less. Why?
You do? Open the door.
You want to steal it?
It's El Tigre's. Fuck him.
Come on, damn, Chimo.
Push in. Hard with your wrist, upwards.
Useless.
Push in, and then push up hard with your wrist.
- There. - Nice, Chimo, nice.
Get up in there.
- Give it a jump-start. - Huh?
A jump-start.
Jump-start.
- No fucking idea? - Asshole?
Okay, under the steering wheel. See some cables?
- Yes. - Good. The yellow one.
- Yeah. - Okay. Separate it.
- Got it. - Quickly. Go to the glove box. Hurry.
There. Grab the key.
The key, Chimo.
Son of a bitch. He leaves it with the keys inside?
Nobody has the balls to steal El Tigre's van.
Come on, Chimo, damn it. Stronger here. That's it.
- Careful with my arm. - Okay. So, now...
There you go. All good?
I think so.
Good, Chimo, good. You're strong.
Close it.
Asshole.
Step on the clutch. The one on the left.
- I fucking know. - Come on.
First gear. Now, little by little, let out the clutch and...
- Fuck! I'm sorry. - Damn it, son of a bitch.
- You son of a bitch. - I'm sorry. So...
- Safety first, dipshit. - Yeah.
- Leaving my hands like that? - Yes, they're staying like that. Fuck it.
- Let's go. - "Fuck it." Look how you've left me.
You just stole it, dipshit. You're just like me, aren't you?
Yeah. You'd like that.
This isn't stealing, it's borrowing.
You're terrible, dude.
Let's see this one.
No way it's...
Want some?
Where does this "dipshit" thing come from?
Old-fashioned, isn't it?
It's from El Tigre.
In the military, this guy was always messing with him,
and he said, "You can call me anything except 'dipshit.'"
The asshole.
You can imagine. Everyone is calling him that, even the captain.
You'd have to be an idiot.
You come here a lot, Chimo?
Yeah.
To think.
Damn. You really are a dipshit, kid.
Why?
Who comes to think at a spot for fucking?
What do you think about here, Chimo?
About helping my mom.
I want to open a churro shop that does delivery.
So my mom can stop cleaning and work there.
"Churro Now."
That's nice, Chimo.
Very nice.
Rubio, if you could...
Disappear?
...make one wish?
To disappear.
Become invisible?
Something like that.
Something like that, how?
- Who cares. - Rubio!
Let's see about this.
Where's my van?
I don't know, wherever you left it? Maybe you forgot.
How the hell am I gonna forget?
Did you steal it?
Let's see now. Where's my van?
- Where's my van? - I can't drive.
Fucking laugh it up.
- Fucking. - It's on the boulevard.
- What? - The boulevard. This side of the bridge.
There you go. On the boulevard.
Go on, get lost. Get out of here.
Get lost!
Now, you and I are going to have a little talk.
Don't worry.
Go on.
Don't worry.
- Hi, Rosa. - Good morning.
Has Raúl been in?
No. His father called, said he's spending the day with him.
Okay, thanks.
Okay.
Come on.
Okay.
Motherfucker.
Leave, he's about to come back.
Let him come.
Get out of here.
Leave, Chimo.
- What are you doing? - We're leaving.
Do you want to leave this house, yes or no?
- When? - Now.
- For real? - Yes or no?
But what are you going to do?
What else do we take?
The notebook is in the nightstand.
The beatbox.
Hidden in the sofa,
there's El Tigre's bag.
On the shelf, there's a picture with my mom.
Ready?
Yes.
Forgive me.
Do it, Chimo. Hard, Chimo. Hard.
Manuela!
Open up!
What's wrong?
What's happened?
Oh, my boy.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing here?
What's going on?
That's him, there.
What are you doing here?
- Lorenzo López? - Yes, what is it?
Ask your son.
What did he tell you?
- Turn around, please. - What did he say?
I'm going into my house. Don't touch me!
Take him away!
- Rubio! What did you say? - Into the car!
Don't push me!
- Rubio! - Stay there.
Lock him up!
Don't push me!
- Don't push me! - Calm down.
Don't push me!
Rubio!
- Son of a bitch. - Tell me what I did!
- What did I do, you son of a bitch! - Bravo!
Get out of here!
What did El Rubio tell you?
What did El Rubio tell you, asshole? Asshole! Asshole!
Rubio!
Bring me the fanny pack.
It's in the closet, on the top shelf.
Open it.
How much did your shitty bike cost?
- 2,500. - 2,500?
- It was a fucking skateboard. - It was the shit.
Take it.
No.
Please.
2,000 is for me, okay? And...
The rest is for the churro shop.
Come on. Don't fuck with me.
It's not a gift, dipshit. It's an investment.
I need to ensure my future. Robbing people has gotten complicated.
- You, a churro man? - No, don't get it twisted.
You're the churro man. I'm an entrepreneur.
And what do you want 2,000 euros for?
Let's see it.
ORTHOPEDICS
- Crazy, huh? - Yeah. You're doing great.
Oh, my God. It's like...
Fernando Alonso better watch his rearview.
- Are you seeing me? Come here. - I told you.
- You want to fuck with me? - You're going to shit yourself.
Here.
- Now what, smartass? - Sure.
Now what? Get it.
Let's go. Here it is.
I'm gonna kill you, asshole.
CHURRO NOW DELIVERY
- Do you like it? - Yes, it's beautiful.
Beautiful, yes.
It turned out nicely.
You don't deserve anything less.
Come on. I'll show you.
- Okay. - Let's go!
Thank you.
- Give it. No! - Let me have it for a bit, Lola.
- Damn it! Fuck, Lola! - It's mine.
Come on, Dad.
Open up a little.
Go. I'll pass it to you.
I spent hours with my mom here at this pool.
It was dope, really.
I also spent hours with the ladies.
Like those ones.
Should we go?
Are you hungry? I'm sure they brought something to eat.
You have to help me, Chimo.
Sure. With what?
Don't play dumb.
Don't ask me that.
Okay. Don't worry.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
So boring.
Fucker, you're my friend.
I'm not your friend. I'm the asshole who fucked up your life.
You're right.
You're not my friend.
Why?
Don't laugh, asshole. Don't laugh.
You really don't understand?
If life is a gift and not a punishment, why do you abandon it?
You're still here but you're already gone.
I promised you I would always be by your side.
Who should I listen to? Who I am or who I was?
- Open up, kid, I'm not gonna make it. - I'm in the shower.
- Open up, please. - Fuck.
Okay.
Mascara. Okay.
Yesterday, El Rubio gave me a message for you.
Forgive him for everything. Goodbye.
Wait, Chimo!
Excuse me.
Chimo.
Chimo. Hey.
Raúl's okay. He's in the clinic.
Okay.
Let's go. Come on.
It's not visiting hours.
Yeah. I snuck in.
- What do you want, bro? I slipped. - Sure.
Two wheels this thick just slipped, right?
Okay.
When are they letting you go?
Tomorrow.
And then what are you going to do? You've broken your chair.
I'll think of something.
I'm not going to make it, I'm not going to make it.
Bye, Grandpa.
Can you pick up Grandpa today?
- Of course. Why? - I have things to do.
Okay. I'll take care of it. Bye.
You're getting a taste for this. Soon you'll be stealing a motorbike.
Shut up, Rubio.
- Can I speak now? - What is it?
I don't feel like going to physical therapy.
- It's that way. - I know.
- Well, if you know... - Well, if I know what, Rubio?
Listen to me, Chimo. Chimo.
- Chimo. - What?
Look at me.
Thank you.
Fuck off.
Raúl! Hey, Rubio!
Come on, damn it!
I'm here. Come on.
Raúl! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Look at me. I'm here.
Hey.
Rubio.
Our friendship is strong not even death keeps us apart
Where there's no rest where time never stops
If you lose your goals going crazy you lose your will
I always smiled because I had no tomorrow
We're where we always speak to each other with our eyes
These tears on your face say everything now
Leave a mark where I've been I don't mean footprints
We pay with embraces if the thing is too heavy
We work humbly like Chimo making deliveries
For a mother with unfulfilled dreams
Rubio lost his but his father was a bastard
The streets taught him to steal and make trouble
And now we're ENEMIES
This world owes me something I think we are enemies
The streets of Alicante know my indiscretions
I dream of getting far away from those voices and noises
And now we're ENEMIES
And deep down we love each other like Rubio and Chimo
The streets of Alicante have seen my indiscretions
El Tigre gets eaten by the illusion he cultivates
Stand firm when life pushes you
You decide if the mattress gets punctured or not
Something will fill the void that's all inside you
This family is incomplete without you
Carmen is with Lola, cooking up a recipe
The stand for churros and other pastries
Chimo shadow-boxes Rubio thinks up lyrics
Only he who forgives will reach his goal
If you fall, I'll catch you If I fall, you'll catch me
Waiting for you in heaven is the one who loves you most
But don't run, son You're not an athlete
There's still time left Live and tell me
And now we're ENEMIES
This world owes me something I believe we're enemies
The streets of Alicante know my indiscretions
I dream of going far away from the voices and noises
We're ENEMIES
And deep down we love each other like Rubio and Chimo
The streets of Alicante have seen my indiscretions
El Tigre gets eaten by the illusion he cultivates
We're ENEMIES
This world owes me something I believe we're enemies
We're ENEMIES
Now we're ENEMIES, dude, We're ENEMIES
The streets know me, they've seen my indiscretions
And now we're ENEMIES
We're ENEMIES Now
We're ENEMIES We're just ENEMIES
We're ENEMIES