15 Years and One Day (2013) Movie Script
Any beer left?
Don't do it, Jon.
Now!
Shit you, kid!
Shit!
15 YEARS AND ONE DAY
Hi.
My name is Margo Aguirre
and I'm very happy you've
given me this opportunity.
I don't know why,
but I feel like I'm a perfect fit
for the role of Maria Fernanda.
I've worked mainly in theatre,
a little of everything...
Commercial stuff,
comedies, drama...
Movies, too. A little, but less.
I've included
everything in my CV.
It's all there.
And television,
never before a soap opera.
What do you mean, soap opera?
You think "Maria Fernanda"
is a soap opera?
I would say so.
But I could be wrong.
I've seen those teeth before.
What?
The toothpaste commercial.
You look just like her.
Go ahead, answer it.
Sorry.
Call in the next one.
Yes?
Where were you?
- Around.
- Skipping class again?
Your school called.
- Jerks.
- No, we're the jerks.
It's the 6th time
Ormechea has called.
He's a dickhead.
Tomorrow you'll apologize.
I don't care what you did.
You hear me, Jon?
You stepped in shit.
I can't believe it!
Damn it, not again!
Good afternoon.
Mr. Garmendia, your dog
has been in our yard again.
That didn't happen.
Though I'd like to rip out
those sprinklers myself.
This is my last warning.
Aim your spray at
your yard, not mine.
Next time I'll report it.
How scary!
Have a nice afternoon.
Late homework, talking back...
I can understand
that at a certain age,
schoolwork may
seem a bit tedious.
Right, Jon?
But calling a cook with
a metabolism problem fat
is more serious.
You called a cook fat?
I didn't call her fat,
I called her a cow.
And I was joking.
She eats a lot and gets nervous.
She even says so.
Ms. Mendez is an adult,
and you're not.
In any case,
this wasn't the worst incident.
It wasn't?
The Latin teacher is
too scared to open doors
without checking
the hinges first.
Come on, he only has a bruise.
Who would remove the hinges
from the door of the classroom?
- It was a joke.
- It was a hit, congratulations.
Hold on, let me
get this straight.
You took off the hinges
to set a trap for the teacher,
so he'd fall down?
That's right.
Are you out of your mind?
We have been very
patient with Jon so far.
Your father dying at
age ten must be hard.
I don't see the link.
Explain it to me.
Losing a father at an early age
often justifies
anomalous behaviour.
Let's clarify one thing.
My son is irresponsible.
If his father were still alive,
he'd still call the cook fat.
A cow.
And he'd still
remove door hinges.
The only difference is he'd
make fun of us both, not just me.
In his psychological tests Jon
says you never talk about his father.
What kind of questions
do you ask in these tests?
I talk to him about
whatever I want.
That's fine,
but understand that
our patience has a limit.
That's why we've expelled Jon
the rest of the year,
which he'll obviously miss,
unless he passes enough
courses in September.
You're joking, right?
We leave the jokes to your son.
I regret the confusion.
He's expelled for three months.
I told you, he's an idiot.
No, you're an idiot.
You want to end up in a
school for delinquents?
Start working tomorrow?
What shitty job will you find if
you don't hit the ground running?
Actor?
What is it, sweetie?
You woke me up.
I know, I'm sorry.
It's not so late.
Maybe not for you.
You go to bed late.
Can you leave the
bookstore at lunchtime?
When?
Tomorrow.
And the day after.
Forever, almost.
Good lord. What is it now?
Jon.
I need you to keep
an eye on him.
He got expelled.
I saw it coming.
Are you psychic?
Yeah, sweetie. I have powers.
How lucky.
It caught me by
surprise this time.
It's because you're
always so clueless.
Thanks, mum.
You're a dream.
Good night.
Go on.
The neighbour makes
his dog shit in our yard.
What's the problem?
If it were the
other way around...
Why did you have Sunny?
You don't like animals.
Your grandfather.
She was his dog.
All I did was clean
the hair off the couch.
Every day...
Disgusting, right?
They say dogs live 12 years.
It's a lie.
They live two hundred.
So you two separated
because of the hair on the couch.
That's exactly right.
I know everything.
I know that you send the dog
to do its business in my garden.
I have witnesses.
Isn't it a bit late to
bother the neighbours?
But why?
I can't figure it out.
I need to understand.
You show business people
work odd hours.
You party, sleep late,...
The sweet life.
But I lead an ordered life.
It's rude to come here with
your fantasies at this hour.
Good night.
Bastard, son of a bitch!
I just don't get it.
What the hell did we do to him?
You had a huge
party last summer.
He complained three times.
He's hated us ever since.
Nothing goes right.
Everything sucks.
Don't worry, mum.
The neighbour,
that jerk Ormechea...
Yeah.
He is a jerk.
But he's right, you never
talk to me about Dad.
Just what I needed.
Forget it.
Why bring that up now?
Forget it.
- I'm going out.
- Now? With who?
Nerea.
I'm still upset.
You could stay
and be nice to me.
What do you want me to say?
Anything.
Something to console me.
Don't start.
Call a friend and vent.
And the jerk says,
"You think 'Maria Fernanda' is a soap?"
What bullshit.
You put your foot in it.
You called his series a soap?
It is a soap.
Then he had to
mention the toothpaste.
I don't understand.
What?
Why do you go to
so many auditions?
So they pick me.
They never do.
He's right.
Playing the clown is depressing.
I'm not playing the clown.
It's my profession.
No, it's not, thank God.
If we had to live off that,
we'd be in trouble.
- Lucky your dad left things tied up.
- Okay, mum.
- Nicolas always supported me.
- I know.
All I'm saying is he
left you taken care of.
And just as well.
I can't remember
the last part you got.
"Tecnical Cruise" last year.
What's that?
The series, mum.
You know exactly what it is.
It was awful, by the way.
I mean the series.
You two are unbearable.
Mr. Garmendia, what a surprise.
Murderer.
You poisoned him, right?
You fed him rat poison.
What are you saying?
I'm going to finish you.
You're a bitch and a murderer.
Fucking bitch!
Tell me you didn't
kill the neighbour's dog.
Why would he kill
the neighbour's dog?
I'm talking to him, mum.
Please, tell me you
didn't kill the dog.
Answer me, Jon.
Fine, I did, so what?
You hated that dog.
Are you crazy?
- How could you?
- Let him explain.
Explain?
Explain what?
He killed the neighbour's dog!
Who cares?
The neighbour's a jerk.
Jon, for God's sake.
It's not like I killed the neighbour.
It was a fucking dog.
I think I'm going to the police.
Don't be silly.
It's the least I can do.
You want your son arrested?
He should have
thought of that before.
The neighbour can't
prove anything.
How do you know?
Jon is smart.
I'm sure he did a clean job.
Do you throw the coffee
grounds in the trash or the sink?
- I can't believe what I'm hearing.
- What?
You think it's funny?
He killed a dog in cold blood.
- He's a monster.
- He's young, he'll get over it.
What if Garmendia wants revenge?
He might try to hurt him.
I think Jon should stay
with Max for a while.
That man is completely insane.
He's not insane, he's strict,
and serious.
He'd know exactly
how to handle him.
Dirty laundry
stays in the family.
And Max left this
family a long time ago.
He's my father.
Why are you smoking, mum?
Forget Max.
We don't need him.
How was the flight?
Fine.
But they wouldn't even give me a
measly Coca-Cola. Cheapskates.
How do you turn on the AC?
I never do.
It dries your tonsils.
It's hot.
Open the window.
Can we put on some music?
The radio's broken.
Where's Sunny?
Your dog.
You want to kill her too?
You're too late.
She died.
TONI FAGGOI remembered
this place bigger.
You're the one who's grown.
But I'm glad you
think it's small.
You'll have to clean the garden,
shed and swimming
pool every day.
The bedroom is upstairs.
Remember?
Where's the TV?
There isn't one.
There used to be.
It broke a couple years
ago and I threw it out.
Shit!
What do we do without a TV?
Plenty of things.
No air conditioning either.
No, but don't worry.
It's cool at night.
Come upstairs.
Why did you kill
the neighbour's dog?
Do we have to talk about it?
Yes.
Because he was a jerk.
He made my mum suffer.
You think that's a reason?
Yeah. For me it is.
She's probably
going to report you.
Do you care?
No, I don't.
I can do nothing.
If she wants to
report me, let her.
She has a right to.
Your mum said you quit the team.
You were good.
Sometimes.
Most of the time I
was bored to death.
What sport do you play now?
Can I order a beer?
No.
Thanks.
What the hell?
Shit.
They broke in like it was open.
And your mobile was turned off.
Shit, they stole everything.
- What is everything?
- Everything.
My Mac, PSP, Game Boy,
money, mobile,... everything.
See if you can convince
him to get an alarm.
Detective Aledo.
You've met.
Can you get us a TV?
Jon, please.
I bet they've got
plenty in stock.
Shit.
What do I do now?
With nothing to do.
No TV, no mobile...
Bring a list of everything
missing to the station tomorrow.
I'd better shoot myself.
He sure has grown.
He's nothing like you.
Is that good or bad?
You tell me.
Go to bed.
It's been a long day.
Long?
It was eternal.
I'm not sleepy, but I'll
probably bore myself to sleep.
Listen, Jon...
don't tell your
mum about this.
I won't, I'm not stupid.
Get some rest.
Hey, pal. I've been
waiting over half an hour.
Like you're going to rush me.
I have to buy steaks for lunch.
Just give me the fine.
I'll pay double and go home.
You shouldn't have
peed in the park.
It wasn't in the park,
I told you a hundred times.
It was the statue of an old
man at the park entrance.
Well, the old man is from here.
So we can't pee on his statue?
And because he's
a famous writer.
So I peed on a
statue of a local idol.
I should have
taken a crap on him!
What are you looking at?
And you?
Max.
Let's go.
Here. So your mum won't
say you don't have a phone.
It doesn't have internet.
No, but it's enough to talk on.
I bet Aledo will get
me something better.
I tricked her and
she had no idea.
The list of stolen objects.
I don't have an iPhone, or
DVD player, or digital camera.
I made it up.
- Get out.
- What for?
Go back in there and tell
Aledo what you told me.
What does she care?
That way, the insurance pays us more.
It would be stupid not to do so.
Get out.
I don't know what
to do with him.
Send him home
with a kick in the ass.
Fuck, it's no big deal.
He's 14, what do you want?
He should behave
in a godly manner.
No, you want a monk.
That's different.
No, I want him to
quit busting my balls.
To stop causing trouble
when I tell him what to do.
It doesn't work,
have you done anything?
All I did was turn
on the webcam.
It worked before.
Sure you didn't download
any weird files?
No.
You look like a nice boy.
He can use that other one.
Who are you going to talk to?
Elsa.
Never ask the customers
who they're going to talk to.
Get that into your head.
Jon.
This is Toni, your new tutor.
You're joking, right?
I don't know what he told you,
but you're not tutoring me.
Why?
I'm older than you.
No, we're both 14.
- What month were you born?
- November.
I was born in May, smart guy.
I'll leave the
chair in the room.
You didn't ask me.
You got me a
tutor without asking.
Oh, I didn't ask you.
Get your ass moving.
What should we start with?
Grammar, Math, Social Studies...
You're a sucker.
Grandpa bought me a
crappy mobile with no internet.
I like seeing how you look.
Yeah, but I'm not coming here
every day for you to see me.
- How's your new tutor?
- Jesus, mum.
Hes my age,
and Im a head taller.
You'd better study hard.
No more failing classes.
A little ripe to
be your girlfriend.
Let me talk to my mum.
How cute!
Talking to his mommy.
- Hi, mommy!
- Who's that?
Did he call me ripe?
No, he called you old.
My name's Nelson Antonio
Gascn Garca, ma'am.
A friend of yours?
He looks awful.
Ma'am, I am not called handsome.
You, on the other hand,
are finger-licking good.
Shut up, asshole.
- Jon, listen...
- Mum, I'll call you back.
You're the one from
the police station.
You're the pisser.
Nelson!
Don't cause any trouble.
- Why were you there?
- Because.
You know, I talk to my
mum too sometimes.
And I pee on statues
too sometimes.
But lay off my mum
or I'll light you up.
We're cool, mate.
- Is your dad in?
- He's out.
Good.
Meet me at the Lorena.
You're always late.
"You're always late."
See you later.
Hi.
- What do I owe you for...?
- Number 9?
1.75.
How do you know them?
- Who?
- Those you were with.
We just met.
I'd rather you stay
away from them.
Why?
Because they're delinquents.
How do you know?
Can you just obey me for once?
For a change.
For God's sake.
You're 14 years old, kid.
I hate running.
What's the fucking point?
You need to get in shape.
In Mostar we ran 15
kilometres every day.
Yeah, but I'm not going to war.
Exactly 15.
50 laps around the camp.
How boring!
We couldn't leave
the protected area.
Around and around and
around... until we did 50.
Like a spinning top.
- We could at least run on the beach.
- No.
I'm used to this route.
From my house to the intersection
and back. Exactly six kilometers.
You can't run exactly six
kilometers on the beach?
It's not the same.
Of course not,
the beach is cool.
This road sucks.
I see you don't understand
what it means to have a routine.
What I don't understand
is why you quit the army.
When you've had
the time of your life.
Round after round...
Last one to the
intersection does the dishes.
Fuck!
CALL ME, I'M OUT OF CREDITS
ELSA FROM THE CALL CENTRE
CALL ME, I'M OUT OF CREDITS
ELSA FROM THE CALL CENTRE
Give me a second.
Wait for me out here.
I'll finish up and
get my sandwich.
I made a deal with my dad.
I didn't want to go to school.
He said fine but that I had to
help afternoons at the call centre
and find a morning job.
I got kicked out of school.
Seriously?
So here we are.
Two disasters eating a sandwich.
You want some?
It's good.
You didn't like school?
No.
I was crazy about it.
I had fun with the people,
I liked my teachers...
The stairs in the
lobby were beautiful.
A spiral staircase.
And the bathrooms super clean.
With a modern hand dryer.
I loved it.
But I have no memory.
I'm no good at studying.
I read a sentence and forget it.
I'm like a fish.
At least you can wash hair,
that's something.
Yeah.
But look...
Hold my sandwich.
Eat more if you want.
- Look at my hands.
- What?
Touch them.
They're gross.
From the shampoo.
How will I find a man who
loves me with these hands?
Well, you're with Nelson.
Nelson?
Nelson only notices
my ass and my tits.
He doesn't care about my hands.
Do you like girls' hands?
I love hands.
They're what I like
most about a girl.
I knew it.
You look like a boy
who likes hands.
How did you get my number?
I sold your
grandfather the mobile.
And I got it working for him.
The poor man is too clumsy.
And I wrote down your number.
He's like me.
He has no memory.
Are you just going to lie there?
I corrected your exercises.
They were all wrong.
You have learnt nothing.
Do I have to stand in
the corner as punishment?
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
Hey, man?
What's your problem?
TONI FAGGOSo you're "Toni Faggot."
Looks like it.
But are you a homo?
What's it to you?
I could care less.
But you obviously are.
There's more graffiti like this.
You're famous.
Help me clean it?
No fucking way.
I'll tell your grandfather
you're doing great in class.
What do you care?
It's painted all over town.
Fuck, we're screwed.
What's that?
I'm sorry, Max.
It was there when I got here.
Don't look at me.
It wasn't there two hours ago.
So that means it was me?
It wasn't him.
I can defend myself.
There's paint in the shed.
You've got half an hour.
Why me?
Just do it.
- Max, I...
- Fine, both of you.
Come on, move your ass.
- It's not fair.
- Who told you life is always fair?
Sorry.
Go fuck yourself.
Jon?
Dinner!
I'm not coming down!
Roast chicken with potatoes
and peppers, the way you like it.
I'm not hungry! It's all yours!
I love coming to the
flea market on Sundays.
They've got everything.
Do you like them?
You don't.
I don't know why I ask.
Boys don't like shopping.
It depends on what you buy.
They only sell junk here.
What's wrong with junk?
Besides,
it's all I can afford
with my salary.
One necklace, 15 euros.
Two necklaces, twenty-five.
No, no, it's oto expensive.
No "expensive", cheap, cheap.
Two for twenty-five.
No, it's too expensive.
Thank you.
Witch.
Those necklaces
aren't worth three euros.
I have to leave
something for me.
It's not my merchandise.
I sell it and make a cut.
- How are you, queen? Sleep okay?
- Fine.
Get fixed up,
we're going out later.
And don't touch her
or I'll bash your head in!
This is my grandfather's.
It was stolen the day I arrived.
If he likes it,
I'll give it to you for 45 euros
and throw in this knife for free.
I'll take it. But since my
PSP is missing, it's free.
What are you doing?
No way. I have
to answer for that.
That's your problem, asshole.
- If I don't sell it, you can have it.
- And if you sell it?
Then we'll split the money
and you can buy him something.
Don't be a jack ass.
It has sentimental value.
He won't understand that.
Sentimental value?
What a fag. I'm gonna cry.
Your father's a fag.
Alright. Get out of here,
you'll piss me off.
Damn, kid!
You've got some serious cajones,
just like me.
Max!
You'll never guess
what I've got in here.
Give me a hint.
The army.
What's that?
Nothing.
You wanna know
what I brought you?
Sure, and who you fought with.
Ta-da!
You fought to get it back?
Damn, it's your medal.
It wasn't free.
Come inside.
We need to treat that.
I got it for saving the lives
of several Bosnian families.
Where was that?
Near Mostar.
We were peacekeeping in an area
where people were killing each other
and we weren't
allowed to intervene.
Why even go then?
To help, but without entering
the conflict. It wasn't our war.
One morning right
next to our camp
the Croatians attacked
Muslim families.
And I gave the
order to intervene.
- But you couldn't.
- No, I couldn't, but I did.
We saved women,
children and men too.
Five families whose
days were numbered.
That's why they
gave me the medal.
But there were other
massacres before that attack.
There,
right under my nose.
I watched and did
nothing to stop them.
That's why that medal is a joke.
Do you regret being in the army?
Well,
that's it.
Thanks.
Damn!
Evening, Grandpa.
Um...
Max.
I always forget you don't
want me to call you Grandpa.
Max doesn't sound so great.
What?
Nothing to say?
Not going to chew me out?
I'm going to bed.
Get a clue, Max.
It's normal for him to
screw up sometimes.
It's normal for him to protest.
And it's normal he'd rather
go out than stay home with you.
And it's normal he prefers running
on the beach to your damn highway.
You're going to wear it out.
You're the weird one
and you don't see it.
I hear you're really good.
I was better before my hernia.
What's that?
A hernia? You get it from
lifting too much weight.
Were you a mover?
Do I look like a mover?
You don't look
like an engineer.
Asshole.
I helped my dad with
my Aunt Emilia's furniture.
She was dirt poor,
but she had a huge locker.
Damn thing fucked me up.
A hernia in my groin.
So I'm saving myself.
I can't risk it playing with
those dopes on the beach.
That day I swore I'd never
go to Aunt Emilia's funeral.
- And you didn't?
- She died three days later.
No shit.
My dad wanted me
to carry the casket.
I said no fucking way.
That woman will be my death.
Fuck you, if you want to.
He was pissed off.
Didn't talk to me for months.
I was gonna be a star.
Before the injury,
I played in Guayaquil's junior team.
They called me the
Ecuadorian Maradona.
Guayaquil?
It's a very famous team, dummy.
But I got the hernia.
Then I came to
Spain with my folks.
My dad's still moving furniture,
so coming here made no difference.
Well,
he probably earns more here.
Practically nothing,
I'm telling you.
Doing bullshit jobs.
One of these days he'll croak.
What do you want to
be when you grow up?
Me?
Nothing.
And you?
Nothing.
There's a 7-a-side football tournament
in Orihuela next week.
You can play if you want.
"7-a-side football"?
No football shoes.
I can steal some.
Shit that!
You're a fucking crook.
You suck!
Not those.
Not those either.
Even worse.
The white ones
look like golf shoes.
How much?
I'm freaking, you called me!
You did something
to your hair.
No.
You look different.
You haven't seen me for a long
time and you've already forgotten me.
How is everyone?
We miss you.
It's no fun without you.
- When will you be back?
- I don't know, I still have a lot to do.
Hooked up with any girls?
There aren't any girls here.
There are girls everywhere.
And you never call me.
You're right.
I'm a fucking disaster.
Wanna see a tit?
No, that's okay.
Okay. But something's wrong.
That's right. My grandpa thinks
this is a fucking boot camp.
- I'll keep you updated.
- Okay.
- Will you think about me?
- Yes.
Anyway, you've definitely
done something to your hair.
No, it's just longer.
Call me.
Okay, bye.
How much is it?
2.50.
She's pretty.
Your girlfriend,
she's pretty.
She's not my girlfriend.
I think she is.
Please charge me,
I'm in a hurry.
Don't act so cool,
I have Nelson for that.
Your boyfriend, by the way.
Does that matter to you?
Will you stop already?
No.
Then I'm leaving.
And you can explain it
to your grandfather.
Okay, go on.
Keep it, now you can practice.
Happy?
No.
I have piano class at 9
and we're way behind.
You're meeting
your piano teacher?
Is he hot?
Do we keep going?
Nobody has piano
class on a Friday night.
I live nearby and I go
other days too, okay.
Well,
a 14-year-old who prefers
piano to soccer is a fucking freak.
That's it.
What are you doing?
You're leaving?
Come on, dude.
You're a fucking freak,
fuck you.
- What's wrong, Toni?
- No more tutoring.
- What do you mean?
- I'm leaving.
It's not time yet.
May I pass, please?
Did you kick him out?
Who do you think you are?
He left because he felt like it.
You think you can do
whatever you want, huh?
Max, what are you doing?
Max, give me the shoes!
I didn't kick him out.
Give me the shoes!
Give me the shoes, Max.
No shoes,
and no tournament.
Grandma's right, you're a pig.
Listen to this, you'll flip.
My dad has a job interview
in Jan.
He's been unemployed for two years?
Almost three.
That's not unemployed,
that's fucking lazy.
Call my dad lazy,
and I'll shut your mouth, clown!
Take it easy.
What kind of job is this?
Olive filler.
Watch it.
I'll smack you.
I'm serious.
Knock it off, Moi.
Take it easy, you cunt,
I was joking.
Find someone else
for the tournament.
No way! Why?
Because of that asshole Toni.
He got me in trouble.
I miss the tournament thanks
to that piano-playing jerk.
Ohh, watch me play piano!
Where is that cocksucker now?
At his fucking piano class.
I'm asking you where.
I don't know, near his house,
at the end of the promenade.
So let's go.
You stay here.
What are you gonna do?
Nelson, please.
What's your problem?
That fag screws you
and you just sit there?
I don't want any trouble.
Who speaks of trouble?
We're just gonna have some fun.
Come on, chicken.
Coming or not?
Don't go.
Listen to me.
Movistar voicemail.
The number 6-7-9-6-4-0-4-3-1
does not answer.
Please leave a message.
Movistar voicemail.
The number 6-7-...
Jon, I've called you
a hundred times...
Good evening.
Are you related to Jon Aguirre?
Please, Miss,
They're operating on my grandson for a
head injury and nobody tells me anything.
Who's your grandson?
The one from the fight?
There was a fight?
- You have to wait for the doctor.
- Miss, please.
They said it's serious.
I can't say anything.
It has to be the doctor.
Get out of here right now.
Good morning,
I'm Doctor Requena.
We can't assess the brain
damage until he's out of the coma.
The operation has partially
drained the brain haemorrhage.
We're hoping the rest
will take care of itself.
Who did this to my son?
The police have
taken his fingerprints
We will let them know
when he wakes up.
Why?
Just routine.
I'll keep you posted.
They think he
killed the other kid.
They just want to talk to him.
It's normal to tell
them what happened.
But what's he going to tell them?
He was almost killed.
I don't think he's capable
of something like this.
How would you know?
You don't know him.
Of course I don't.
3 years without letting him see me.
He was a child last time.
Here we go.
Do you think you have
the right to reproach?
He's still a child.
Excuse me.
These are your son's things.
Thank you.
What is this?
It's a symbol.
One of those
stupid things kids do.
If you want to be my friend,
tattoo this on your ass to prove you have balls.
What about this knife?
I've never seen it before.
It has Jon's fingerprints.
And somebody else's.
But not the dead kid's
or his other friends'.
Have you questioned them?
They say they weren't
at the beach last night.
They have an alibi?
Of course they do.
Everybody does.
They were jerking off at home.
Who can prove the contrary?
Their parents.
They are even more
scared than them.
They won't talk.
But I think they're lying.
They were at the beach.
The footprints show there
were 5 people in the fight.
Who's the fifth?
I don't know yet.
No one saw the fight?
That's impossible.
It wasn't that late.
Let's hope he's out of the coma
and tells us what happened.
Why don't you ask the others
if you think they are lying?
Shit, Aledo.
There are methods.
What do you want us to do?
Beat it out of them?
Take care of your family.
That's what you should be doing.
You don't know
how lucky you are.
Lucky?
Yes, Max.
You're lucky to have
your family close.
Will he be okay?
Who are you?
How do you know my son?
He has to get well again.
That one day I would
like to wash his hair.
Your room is upstairs.
I'll take your bags
up if you want.
Is this the house where
you couldn't imagine me?
I don't understand it.
There's nothing
special about it.
Cati, please,
collaborate a little.
Is that the sofa where you
couldn't imagine me either?
Is this the kitchen where you
can't imagine making me tea?
- Come.
- Don't touch me.
Cati, please.
Don't you understand
that I can't stay here?
We already discussed this.
You want to go to a hotel?
I want to understand why
you bought this house for both of us,
but then decided to live alone
because I couldn't fit in.
We're not going to
discuss that right now.
No, of course not.
I know I should have
asked three years ago, but...
I was speechless.
Paralysed.
Unable to understand
why you did this to me
after 40 years of marriage.
So maybe...
an explanation
isn't too much to ask.
You don't want an explanation.
Of course I do.
No.
What you want is another fight.
And for this to matter more
than your grandson being in a coma
or your daughter being devastated.
Cati, stop thinking about
yourself for once in your life.
A man left you three
years ago, period.
Give me that.
Thanks.
You look just like your father.
I'm Detective Aledo.
You wouldn't question
me at this hour...
No.
I'm a friend of Max's.
I doubt my father ever
had a friend in his life.
People don't interest him.
And he's never mentioned you.
I only wanted to
see how Jon's doing.
He's still in a coma.
Anything else?
There isn't much more I can say.
Have they let you in to see him?
Half an hour in the
morning and in the evening.
When you visit him tomorrow,
talk to him.
No one can be sure
he can't hear you.
We need to believe in
these things to stay strong.
Do you have children?
Yes.
A son.
He's Jon's age.
A difficult time.
What's your son like?
Why do you care?
I only know what
Max has told me.
But nobody knows a child
better than his own mother.
He's a special kid.
Very tender, very affectionate.
But at the same time very
independent and mindful of his space.
He hates the nonsense
people come up with.
He hates injustice.
He hates sadness and boredom.
He's full of life.
He has a bad temper sometimes.
And sometimes I drive him crazy,
but I guess that's normal.
And he likes girls a lot.
He likes riding his bike.
He's not a delinquent.
And he's not a murderer.
What's yours like?
I don't know.
I don't know what
my son is like.
You should go home and rest.
Don't stay here.
What's my father like?
I lied to you before,
he did tell me about you once.
What's he like?
Who knows?
First you'd have to dig through
all the layers around him.
Your father is an honest
man in a shitty world.
Ever faithful to his beliefs.
Incapable to talk
about his feelings.
But what he doesn't know
is they're written on his face.
You can see right through him.
Because you know how.
Anyone can.
Not anyone.
I can't.
I already told them.
They haven't been
in here for days.
Thanks.
Max.
Try the flea market.
Moving him means
he's better, right?
Sorry, I can't say that.
The doctor will come to you.
How much are those binoculars?
70 euros.
Good price.
Where did you get them?
I can go down to 65.
Did the kid who was
stabbed work here?
I'll give them to you
for 50 euros. A steal.
Did the kid work here or not?
If you're not buying anything,
leave me alone.
Who killed the Ecuadorian.
Tell me who did it
or I'll break your arm.
Let me go or I'll
cut off your balls!
I know you were on
the beach, who else?
Let me go, asshole!
I told the police!
Answer me!
Who else was there?
I'll give you the binoculars,
but let me go!
Someone else was there!
There were five of you!
Let me go!
Never touch me again!
Fucking old fogey!
You're right, it's true.
I never talk to you
about your dad.
I should tell you
things about his life.
About his job.
About how he skipped meetings
to make it home for your bath.
And about the
stories he told you.
God, he was so
bad at telling stories.
They made no sense.
But you loved them...
because he made up voices
and they were about weird places.
I used to laugh at him.
The actress in me came out
and I told him there was
nothing theatrical about his stories.
He laughed at me, of course.
Theatrical children's stories.
Damn it, I was so stupid.
Nicolas was a good man.
He loved us.
And he loved cars.
He was one of those men
who spend their Sundays
washing them inside
and out, outside and in,
over and over again.
It was crazy.
I'll never forget his first
day with the Mercedes.
You ruined it.
You threw up on the upholstery.
You won't remember,
you were only 5 years old.
He pulled the car over
and started taking
bottles out of a case.
I never imagined there were
so many cleaning products.
He spent over half an
hour rubbing and brushing.
With a brush, he removed
the remains of your vomit.
And when he was finally done
and we got back in the car, splat!
You threw up again.
I think he regretted
being a dad that day.
No, I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.
What I'm trying to say...
is...
your father changed.
At first they were
just minor quirks.
The car had to be clean,
all the doors at home
had to be locked,
nobody could touch the
things on his work desk
I don't know why, but it got
so bad that he stopped living.
And so did I.
Suddenly he'd get better,
and then...
it would start again.
At one point he went
three straight nights...
without sleeping
still for a second.
He just lied there...
staring at the door
like he was expecting
a ghost to walk in.
I can't talk about your dad's life
without talking about his death.
Because I've been trapped
in the day he died ever since.
I can't get out of that day.
There are no other days.
There's his death and before.
Nothing.
He didn't die of a heart attack.
I lied to you, son.
I've always lied to you.
I thought it was for the best,
or maybe I was too
scared to tell you the truth.
He left me a note,
and I'll never
forget what it said.
He never said anything,
but I know he knew.
He knew that I'd been seeing
another man for months.
I didn't even like him that much,
but I don't know...
With your dad I felt smothered.
I didn't know how to help him.
I didn't help him,
I looked the other way.
And suddenly one
day I lost him forever.
And I wanted to die too.
I was sad, I was scared,
and I felt guilty.
But you gave me a
reason to keep living.
And you're still
what keeps me alive.
So you have to
pull through, my boy.
Otherwise I'll run
out of excuses.
Don't die, my son.
Please don't die.
Hi Toni, how are you?
Fine.
Jon is in hospital.
There was a fight and
an Ecuadorian kid died.
Will he be okay?
I don't know.
I want to talk to you.
Get in, I'll take you home.
I have piano class.
Where?
At the end of the promenade.
Get in, I'll take you.
The night of the fight,
you argued with Jon, remember?
You left saying
you were quitting.
What happened, Toni?
Nothing.
Was Jon okay?
Was he worried about anything?
I don't know.
He didn't want me to tutor him.
Did he mention any
Ecuadorian kids?
Are you okay, Toni?
I was in my piano class
with Irina.
I don't know anything.
I have to go.
I just wanted to see
if you could help me.
Margo?
Follow my finger.
Raise your right arm.
Now raise your left arm.
Very good.
Do you feel this?
Do you know where you are?
No.
What's your name?
Jon.
Very good, Jon.
And what's your mother's name?
My mum's name is Margarita.
But everyone calls her Margo.
My grandfather's name is Max.
He doesn't like
being called Grandpa.
Hi, Grandpa.
Do you remember me?
I'm the cop who told your
grandpa to install an alarm.
Tell me what
happened on the beach.
On the beach?
I don't know.
Who hit you on the head?
There was a football match.
I went swimming.
The water was nice.
That night, the fight,
the knife...
It wasn't at night.
- I don't remember any fight.
- Try, Jon.
Mum?
I'm here.
What's the matter?
I don't remember anything.
Relax.
I'll get the doctor.
And you let the boy rest
and come back later.
What's wrong with me, mum?
Everything will be fine.
You're going to get better.
Come on, Jon, think back.
What's the last
thing you remember?
That's enough.
Can't you see he doesn't know?
Take care, Jon.
The laundry.
My grandfather
hanging the laundry.
That's the last
thing I remember.
He doesn't remember the fight.
What do you think?
What does that mean?
Amnesia.
Partial.
Amnesia?
Just what we needed.
Tell me if his
condition changes.
Aledo, wait.
It wasn't him.
And I want to help you prove it.
If you really want to help,
talk to him.
Maybe he'll get his memory back.
You doubt what he says?
I doubt everything.
It goes with the job.
It's also your job to
presume he's innocent.
Back off, Max.
I only slept 3 hours.
Separating your personal
life from your work
should also be your job.
That's a low blow.
You're assuming it was him
because his prints are on the knife.
So I'm mad at the world and
I'm taking it out on your grandson.
That's not what I meant.
Don't worry.
I got what was coming to me.
I'm sorry, Aledo.
You can shove your
jabs up your ass.
Good afternoon.
Excuse me, I have a question.
It was right there.
By the steps.
But we know nothing
about the fight.
We'd already closed.
I'm looking for a woman.
I don't know what she looks like.
Her name's Irina.
She's a piano teacher.
The one from the window.
You know her?
You're looking
for a pianist, right?
I'll give you one.
We hear piano music at night,
coming from a
window in that building.
My name is Max.
I need to talk to you.
- Talk about what?
- The fight on the beach.
Your student was there.
I have many students.
Toni Castro.
Did you see what happened?
I was teaching Toni that night.
He's very good, you know.
Toni told me he
was at the fight.
I don't believe you.
He did.
And I know you're lying.
Go away.
I won't back down.
Tell me the truth or I'll go to the
police and tell them everything I know.
You can either tell
me or tell the police.
I already talked to the police.
I told them what I
saw from the window.
The fight was after his class.
After that he came back here.
Trembling all over.
Crying like a baby.
I promised I'd keep
quiet and took him home.
Look closely at this boy.
Tell me if he's the one
who stabbed the kid.
That's all I ask.
I won't answer.
Who am I to ruin someone's life?
Please.
He's my grandson.
I need to know.
Yes, it was him.
- You again?
- Yes.
Please don't hang up.
I've already told you
I don't want to talk to you.
Don't fucking call me anymore.
Who is it?
It's her again.
- Don't hang up.
- Goodbye.
What are you doing here?
It was Jon.
Dry off, you'll catch a cold.
Did you hear me?
He did it.
I have a witness who saw it all,
a piano teacher.
And I know who
the fifth kid was.
Toni Castro.
And this woman
accuses your grandson.
Do me a favour, Max.
Go home.
- Why aren't you listening?
- Why do you want to ruin his life?
To punish yourself for
not keeping him in line
or to punish him for
getting into trouble?
I just want the
truth to be known.
Oh, it's a question
of honour then.
So what if it is?
Do you have a
problem with honour?
Yes.
I hate it.
At least your concept of it.
- You hate it.
- Yes, I do, Max.
Fuck honour and
live your life for once.
Ask me out to dinner,
I know you're dying to.
Oh, of course not...
You can't go out with a woman
20 years younger than you,
who also didn't want to keep
her son when she separated.
But you like me.
Then suck it up and come get me.
But no.
You would never.
Aledo, what the hell
is wrong with you?
You think it's easy for me
to tell you my
grandson killed that kid?
Do you know what would be normal
if you found out it was your grandson?
Shut the fuck up and
defend him like anyone else.
I'm not like that.
I never lie.
You're dead on the inside.
And you're going
to end up alone.
I don't know you, Aledo.
I never want to see you again.
WELCOME
Notice anything different?
Apart from the cheesy decor?
I wanted to, don't be mad.
Damn, the TV.
You like it?
He's speechless.
He loves it.
He's thinking he's got you
in his pocket. Right, Jon?
Ask for anything.
These two will spoil you rotten.
There is something.
What, son?
I want to go back to tutoring.
You remember the tutoring?
Yes.
I remember I liked it.
What was that kid's name?
Toni.
Toni, then.
I want to see Toni.
NEW MESSAGE - NEREA
GET WELL SOON
You have a visitor.
Hi.
I'll leave you.
Shut the door.
Are they worried?
They think you're
out of your mind.
For wanting to get tutored.
I don't see any books.
Why did you call me?
Because I'm sick of my
mum and grandparents.
They treat me like porcelain.
I need to talk to
someone normal.
I can take you for a
walk and if you want,
I can throw you down the stairs.
Great.
Does this beach look familiar?
Sure this is the place?
I'm not sure.
What? Are you gonna chicken out?
Shhh!
You hear that?
He's playing.
Is that him?
How should I know?
It's him.
It sounds like a fag
playing piano.
Shhh!
He stopped.
Dude... You finally show up.
How was your piano class?
Are you deaf?
I asked how was your class.
Fine. Let me go,
you're hurting me.
What did you play?
Come on, surprise me.
A sonata by Chopin.
A sonata!
You hear that?
You have to be a fag
to play a sonata.
How does it go?
Are you an idiot and a fag?
Answer me!
No answer?
No?
Now you're gonna sing that
fucking sonata on the beach.
Please leave me alone...
You're a fucking snitch
and Jon's my friend.
You asked for it,
so don't cry now.
Are you singing the
damn sonata or not?
Or would you rather
we fuck you in the ass?
Make your decision!
Don't want to decide?
No?
Then both, you fag.
Sing, sing, sing!
Sing!
Sing! Sing! Fuck, sing!
Let him go.
Get lost, Nelson!
Get lost?
Let him go!
Don't mess with me!
Whose side are you on?
Are you a faggot too?
He's a fucking coward.
Go away, Toni.
Stay out of this.
Let him go.
"Let him go?"
What's your problem?
You like my girlfriend
and I do nothing!
I'm here defending
you and you chicken out!
Look what you did.
Look!
My friend's hurt
and it's your fault.
You're in for it now, faggot!
You like it?
You like it?
That's enough! Let's go!
Shut up, motherfucker,
or you'll be next!
You like it?
You like it?
Dude.
- Fuck, man, he's bleeding.
- Come on.
- Let's go!
- He's bleeding a lot.
Come on, let's go.
I told Nelson
where you would be.
You're an asshole.
Look who's talking.
You didn't say a word.
I'm scared.
Sure, let someone
else take the fall.
At least I'm not faking amnesia.
Not as bad as remembering everything,
but not saying a word.
It's a tie.
We're both jerks.
Yeah, two jerks.
And one's a homo.
Save it.
I take it back.
If you keep quiet, they'll
come after you. It's your knife.
Yeah, but your prints are on it.
If neither of us talks,
we're safe.
Why do you protect me?
I don't know.
I think my dad would want me to.
Your dad?
He died five years ago.
He was cool.
But he killed himself.
My mother thinks I don't know,
but I've known for a long time.
My mum died of
cancer three years ago.
Do you think about what
she'd say when you do stuff?
No.
Well, I do.
Maybe homos are different.
Hi, Toni.
I've been expecting you.
Lucky you showed up.
I wouldn't have
given you another day.
Have a seat.
You know everything, right?
Well, not even God
knows everything.
But I have a knife
with fingerprints
and 14 sheets of piano music.
They were on the promenade.
And I talked to Irina.
Do you play as well as she says?
She exaggerates.
She accused Jon
of using the knife.
It was me, and you
already know that.
Your teacher protected you,
like one of her own.
She obviously cares
very much about you.
What did she tell you?
The truth, Toni.
The same as you're
going to tell me now.
I recommend that you do
this in the presence of a lawyer.
You're going to need one,
you know that, right?
You took a life,
and that always brings
serious consequences.
But I don't have a lawyer.
Go on, call your dad.
You're 14 years old.
Jesus, you're just a kid.
Dad?
It's Toni.
He was a show-off.
But for him to have died...
so young...
I don't know.
My dad says show-offs
live for 80 years.
But with this one he was wrong.
Your dad is sort of
a philosopher, right?
Anyway, he's my dad.
Thanks for coming with me.
What a way to
spend your birthday.
He was crazy.
But I liked him.
You're leaving tomorrow?
Yes.
You're both abandoning me.
What a couple of jerks.
We can talk on a webcam.
They're all broken.
Then we won't talk.
But we'll have a cool memory.
Not me.
I have no memory.
I have to live in the
here and now,
because I forget everything.
Everyone has a memory.
I want to give you
my birthday present.
Can you guess what it is?
Actually,
I thought I'd give
you a farewell fuck.
But I like this better.
Am I weird?
No.
This is cooler.
But you'll ruin your hands.
I know.
But I don't care.
Men never notice a girl's hands.
I think that's everything.
Need a sweater for the plane?
No.
Did you pack the
mobile phone charger?
It was over there.
Mobile phone charger.
Done.
Grandpa's in the car.
He hates waiting, so hurry up.
It's your grandma
who's impatient.
She can't stand
being alone with him.
Then let's go.
Pass me my crutches.
Jon, son,
when you were in the hospital,
I talked to you.
When I was in a coma?
Did you realise that?
- Like some sort of freak?
- Yeah.
I hope nobody saw you.
I told you stuff
about your dad.
I was in a coma, mum.
I know.
Did you hear me?
No.
But you can tell me again.
I can hear now.
Tell me.
I'm going to, but at home.
Under one condition.
What?
That you don't grow up so fast.
Fifteen is too old for you?
Way too old.
Oh, mum, you're so crazy.
I just want you to need me.
I do need you.
To open the door.
Did I take good care of you?
Yeah.
Now that we have a TV,
I hope you'll come visit.
Sure.
Only from time to time.
Jon.
We have to board.
Goodbye, Dad.
We'll call you.
Thanks.
Have they left?
Well,
now you're alone again,
just the way you like it.
Why are you here?
I miss you.
How about dinner tonight?
If I say no to you now...
Nine o'clock?
Sharp.
I'll pick you up.
Are you leaving?
Stay for a while.
I hate the beach.
It's not so bad.
The breeze is nice.
I hate the breeze too.
Nine o'clock.
- You hate nine o'clock too?
- No.
Nine o'clock is perfect.
Then that's that.
TO MY FATHER
Don't do it, Jon.
Now!
Shit you, kid!
Shit!
15 YEARS AND ONE DAY
Hi.
My name is Margo Aguirre
and I'm very happy you've
given me this opportunity.
I don't know why,
but I feel like I'm a perfect fit
for the role of Maria Fernanda.
I've worked mainly in theatre,
a little of everything...
Commercial stuff,
comedies, drama...
Movies, too. A little, but less.
I've included
everything in my CV.
It's all there.
And television,
never before a soap opera.
What do you mean, soap opera?
You think "Maria Fernanda"
is a soap opera?
I would say so.
But I could be wrong.
I've seen those teeth before.
What?
The toothpaste commercial.
You look just like her.
Go ahead, answer it.
Sorry.
Call in the next one.
Yes?
Where were you?
- Around.
- Skipping class again?
Your school called.
- Jerks.
- No, we're the jerks.
It's the 6th time
Ormechea has called.
He's a dickhead.
Tomorrow you'll apologize.
I don't care what you did.
You hear me, Jon?
You stepped in shit.
I can't believe it!
Damn it, not again!
Good afternoon.
Mr. Garmendia, your dog
has been in our yard again.
That didn't happen.
Though I'd like to rip out
those sprinklers myself.
This is my last warning.
Aim your spray at
your yard, not mine.
Next time I'll report it.
How scary!
Have a nice afternoon.
Late homework, talking back...
I can understand
that at a certain age,
schoolwork may
seem a bit tedious.
Right, Jon?
But calling a cook with
a metabolism problem fat
is more serious.
You called a cook fat?
I didn't call her fat,
I called her a cow.
And I was joking.
She eats a lot and gets nervous.
She even says so.
Ms. Mendez is an adult,
and you're not.
In any case,
this wasn't the worst incident.
It wasn't?
The Latin teacher is
too scared to open doors
without checking
the hinges first.
Come on, he only has a bruise.
Who would remove the hinges
from the door of the classroom?
- It was a joke.
- It was a hit, congratulations.
Hold on, let me
get this straight.
You took off the hinges
to set a trap for the teacher,
so he'd fall down?
That's right.
Are you out of your mind?
We have been very
patient with Jon so far.
Your father dying at
age ten must be hard.
I don't see the link.
Explain it to me.
Losing a father at an early age
often justifies
anomalous behaviour.
Let's clarify one thing.
My son is irresponsible.
If his father were still alive,
he'd still call the cook fat.
A cow.
And he'd still
remove door hinges.
The only difference is he'd
make fun of us both, not just me.
In his psychological tests Jon
says you never talk about his father.
What kind of questions
do you ask in these tests?
I talk to him about
whatever I want.
That's fine,
but understand that
our patience has a limit.
That's why we've expelled Jon
the rest of the year,
which he'll obviously miss,
unless he passes enough
courses in September.
You're joking, right?
We leave the jokes to your son.
I regret the confusion.
He's expelled for three months.
I told you, he's an idiot.
No, you're an idiot.
You want to end up in a
school for delinquents?
Start working tomorrow?
What shitty job will you find if
you don't hit the ground running?
Actor?
What is it, sweetie?
You woke me up.
I know, I'm sorry.
It's not so late.
Maybe not for you.
You go to bed late.
Can you leave the
bookstore at lunchtime?
When?
Tomorrow.
And the day after.
Forever, almost.
Good lord. What is it now?
Jon.
I need you to keep
an eye on him.
He got expelled.
I saw it coming.
Are you psychic?
Yeah, sweetie. I have powers.
How lucky.
It caught me by
surprise this time.
It's because you're
always so clueless.
Thanks, mum.
You're a dream.
Good night.
Go on.
The neighbour makes
his dog shit in our yard.
What's the problem?
If it were the
other way around...
Why did you have Sunny?
You don't like animals.
Your grandfather.
She was his dog.
All I did was clean
the hair off the couch.
Every day...
Disgusting, right?
They say dogs live 12 years.
It's a lie.
They live two hundred.
So you two separated
because of the hair on the couch.
That's exactly right.
I know everything.
I know that you send the dog
to do its business in my garden.
I have witnesses.
Isn't it a bit late to
bother the neighbours?
But why?
I can't figure it out.
I need to understand.
You show business people
work odd hours.
You party, sleep late,...
The sweet life.
But I lead an ordered life.
It's rude to come here with
your fantasies at this hour.
Good night.
Bastard, son of a bitch!
I just don't get it.
What the hell did we do to him?
You had a huge
party last summer.
He complained three times.
He's hated us ever since.
Nothing goes right.
Everything sucks.
Don't worry, mum.
The neighbour,
that jerk Ormechea...
Yeah.
He is a jerk.
But he's right, you never
talk to me about Dad.
Just what I needed.
Forget it.
Why bring that up now?
Forget it.
- I'm going out.
- Now? With who?
Nerea.
I'm still upset.
You could stay
and be nice to me.
What do you want me to say?
Anything.
Something to console me.
Don't start.
Call a friend and vent.
And the jerk says,
"You think 'Maria Fernanda' is a soap?"
What bullshit.
You put your foot in it.
You called his series a soap?
It is a soap.
Then he had to
mention the toothpaste.
I don't understand.
What?
Why do you go to
so many auditions?
So they pick me.
They never do.
He's right.
Playing the clown is depressing.
I'm not playing the clown.
It's my profession.
No, it's not, thank God.
If we had to live off that,
we'd be in trouble.
- Lucky your dad left things tied up.
- Okay, mum.
- Nicolas always supported me.
- I know.
All I'm saying is he
left you taken care of.
And just as well.
I can't remember
the last part you got.
"Tecnical Cruise" last year.
What's that?
The series, mum.
You know exactly what it is.
It was awful, by the way.
I mean the series.
You two are unbearable.
Mr. Garmendia, what a surprise.
Murderer.
You poisoned him, right?
You fed him rat poison.
What are you saying?
I'm going to finish you.
You're a bitch and a murderer.
Fucking bitch!
Tell me you didn't
kill the neighbour's dog.
Why would he kill
the neighbour's dog?
I'm talking to him, mum.
Please, tell me you
didn't kill the dog.
Answer me, Jon.
Fine, I did, so what?
You hated that dog.
Are you crazy?
- How could you?
- Let him explain.
Explain?
Explain what?
He killed the neighbour's dog!
Who cares?
The neighbour's a jerk.
Jon, for God's sake.
It's not like I killed the neighbour.
It was a fucking dog.
I think I'm going to the police.
Don't be silly.
It's the least I can do.
You want your son arrested?
He should have
thought of that before.
The neighbour can't
prove anything.
How do you know?
Jon is smart.
I'm sure he did a clean job.
Do you throw the coffee
grounds in the trash or the sink?
- I can't believe what I'm hearing.
- What?
You think it's funny?
He killed a dog in cold blood.
- He's a monster.
- He's young, he'll get over it.
What if Garmendia wants revenge?
He might try to hurt him.
I think Jon should stay
with Max for a while.
That man is completely insane.
He's not insane, he's strict,
and serious.
He'd know exactly
how to handle him.
Dirty laundry
stays in the family.
And Max left this
family a long time ago.
He's my father.
Why are you smoking, mum?
Forget Max.
We don't need him.
How was the flight?
Fine.
But they wouldn't even give me a
measly Coca-Cola. Cheapskates.
How do you turn on the AC?
I never do.
It dries your tonsils.
It's hot.
Open the window.
Can we put on some music?
The radio's broken.
Where's Sunny?
Your dog.
You want to kill her too?
You're too late.
She died.
TONI FAGGOI remembered
this place bigger.
You're the one who's grown.
But I'm glad you
think it's small.
You'll have to clean the garden,
shed and swimming
pool every day.
The bedroom is upstairs.
Remember?
Where's the TV?
There isn't one.
There used to be.
It broke a couple years
ago and I threw it out.
Shit!
What do we do without a TV?
Plenty of things.
No air conditioning either.
No, but don't worry.
It's cool at night.
Come upstairs.
Why did you kill
the neighbour's dog?
Do we have to talk about it?
Yes.
Because he was a jerk.
He made my mum suffer.
You think that's a reason?
Yeah. For me it is.
She's probably
going to report you.
Do you care?
No, I don't.
I can do nothing.
If she wants to
report me, let her.
She has a right to.
Your mum said you quit the team.
You were good.
Sometimes.
Most of the time I
was bored to death.
What sport do you play now?
Can I order a beer?
No.
Thanks.
What the hell?
Shit.
They broke in like it was open.
And your mobile was turned off.
Shit, they stole everything.
- What is everything?
- Everything.
My Mac, PSP, Game Boy,
money, mobile,... everything.
See if you can convince
him to get an alarm.
Detective Aledo.
You've met.
Can you get us a TV?
Jon, please.
I bet they've got
plenty in stock.
Shit.
What do I do now?
With nothing to do.
No TV, no mobile...
Bring a list of everything
missing to the station tomorrow.
I'd better shoot myself.
He sure has grown.
He's nothing like you.
Is that good or bad?
You tell me.
Go to bed.
It's been a long day.
Long?
It was eternal.
I'm not sleepy, but I'll
probably bore myself to sleep.
Listen, Jon...
don't tell your
mum about this.
I won't, I'm not stupid.
Get some rest.
Hey, pal. I've been
waiting over half an hour.
Like you're going to rush me.
I have to buy steaks for lunch.
Just give me the fine.
I'll pay double and go home.
You shouldn't have
peed in the park.
It wasn't in the park,
I told you a hundred times.
It was the statue of an old
man at the park entrance.
Well, the old man is from here.
So we can't pee on his statue?
And because he's
a famous writer.
So I peed on a
statue of a local idol.
I should have
taken a crap on him!
What are you looking at?
And you?
Max.
Let's go.
Here. So your mum won't
say you don't have a phone.
It doesn't have internet.
No, but it's enough to talk on.
I bet Aledo will get
me something better.
I tricked her and
she had no idea.
The list of stolen objects.
I don't have an iPhone, or
DVD player, or digital camera.
I made it up.
- Get out.
- What for?
Go back in there and tell
Aledo what you told me.
What does she care?
That way, the insurance pays us more.
It would be stupid not to do so.
Get out.
I don't know what
to do with him.
Send him home
with a kick in the ass.
Fuck, it's no big deal.
He's 14, what do you want?
He should behave
in a godly manner.
No, you want a monk.
That's different.
No, I want him to
quit busting my balls.
To stop causing trouble
when I tell him what to do.
It doesn't work,
have you done anything?
All I did was turn
on the webcam.
It worked before.
Sure you didn't download
any weird files?
No.
You look like a nice boy.
He can use that other one.
Who are you going to talk to?
Elsa.
Never ask the customers
who they're going to talk to.
Get that into your head.
Jon.
This is Toni, your new tutor.
You're joking, right?
I don't know what he told you,
but you're not tutoring me.
Why?
I'm older than you.
No, we're both 14.
- What month were you born?
- November.
I was born in May, smart guy.
I'll leave the
chair in the room.
You didn't ask me.
You got me a
tutor without asking.
Oh, I didn't ask you.
Get your ass moving.
What should we start with?
Grammar, Math, Social Studies...
You're a sucker.
Grandpa bought me a
crappy mobile with no internet.
I like seeing how you look.
Yeah, but I'm not coming here
every day for you to see me.
- How's your new tutor?
- Jesus, mum.
Hes my age,
and Im a head taller.
You'd better study hard.
No more failing classes.
A little ripe to
be your girlfriend.
Let me talk to my mum.
How cute!
Talking to his mommy.
- Hi, mommy!
- Who's that?
Did he call me ripe?
No, he called you old.
My name's Nelson Antonio
Gascn Garca, ma'am.
A friend of yours?
He looks awful.
Ma'am, I am not called handsome.
You, on the other hand,
are finger-licking good.
Shut up, asshole.
- Jon, listen...
- Mum, I'll call you back.
You're the one from
the police station.
You're the pisser.
Nelson!
Don't cause any trouble.
- Why were you there?
- Because.
You know, I talk to my
mum too sometimes.
And I pee on statues
too sometimes.
But lay off my mum
or I'll light you up.
We're cool, mate.
- Is your dad in?
- He's out.
Good.
Meet me at the Lorena.
You're always late.
"You're always late."
See you later.
Hi.
- What do I owe you for...?
- Number 9?
1.75.
How do you know them?
- Who?
- Those you were with.
We just met.
I'd rather you stay
away from them.
Why?
Because they're delinquents.
How do you know?
Can you just obey me for once?
For a change.
For God's sake.
You're 14 years old, kid.
I hate running.
What's the fucking point?
You need to get in shape.
In Mostar we ran 15
kilometres every day.
Yeah, but I'm not going to war.
Exactly 15.
50 laps around the camp.
How boring!
We couldn't leave
the protected area.
Around and around and
around... until we did 50.
Like a spinning top.
- We could at least run on the beach.
- No.
I'm used to this route.
From my house to the intersection
and back. Exactly six kilometers.
You can't run exactly six
kilometers on the beach?
It's not the same.
Of course not,
the beach is cool.
This road sucks.
I see you don't understand
what it means to have a routine.
What I don't understand
is why you quit the army.
When you've had
the time of your life.
Round after round...
Last one to the
intersection does the dishes.
Fuck!
CALL ME, I'M OUT OF CREDITS
ELSA FROM THE CALL CENTRE
CALL ME, I'M OUT OF CREDITS
ELSA FROM THE CALL CENTRE
Give me a second.
Wait for me out here.
I'll finish up and
get my sandwich.
I made a deal with my dad.
I didn't want to go to school.
He said fine but that I had to
help afternoons at the call centre
and find a morning job.
I got kicked out of school.
Seriously?
So here we are.
Two disasters eating a sandwich.
You want some?
It's good.
You didn't like school?
No.
I was crazy about it.
I had fun with the people,
I liked my teachers...
The stairs in the
lobby were beautiful.
A spiral staircase.
And the bathrooms super clean.
With a modern hand dryer.
I loved it.
But I have no memory.
I'm no good at studying.
I read a sentence and forget it.
I'm like a fish.
At least you can wash hair,
that's something.
Yeah.
But look...
Hold my sandwich.
Eat more if you want.
- Look at my hands.
- What?
Touch them.
They're gross.
From the shampoo.
How will I find a man who
loves me with these hands?
Well, you're with Nelson.
Nelson?
Nelson only notices
my ass and my tits.
He doesn't care about my hands.
Do you like girls' hands?
I love hands.
They're what I like
most about a girl.
I knew it.
You look like a boy
who likes hands.
How did you get my number?
I sold your
grandfather the mobile.
And I got it working for him.
The poor man is too clumsy.
And I wrote down your number.
He's like me.
He has no memory.
Are you just going to lie there?
I corrected your exercises.
They were all wrong.
You have learnt nothing.
Do I have to stand in
the corner as punishment?
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
Hey, man?
What's your problem?
TONI FAGGOSo you're "Toni Faggot."
Looks like it.
But are you a homo?
What's it to you?
I could care less.
But you obviously are.
There's more graffiti like this.
You're famous.
Help me clean it?
No fucking way.
I'll tell your grandfather
you're doing great in class.
What do you care?
It's painted all over town.
Fuck, we're screwed.
What's that?
I'm sorry, Max.
It was there when I got here.
Don't look at me.
It wasn't there two hours ago.
So that means it was me?
It wasn't him.
I can defend myself.
There's paint in the shed.
You've got half an hour.
Why me?
Just do it.
- Max, I...
- Fine, both of you.
Come on, move your ass.
- It's not fair.
- Who told you life is always fair?
Sorry.
Go fuck yourself.
Jon?
Dinner!
I'm not coming down!
Roast chicken with potatoes
and peppers, the way you like it.
I'm not hungry! It's all yours!
I love coming to the
flea market on Sundays.
They've got everything.
Do you like them?
You don't.
I don't know why I ask.
Boys don't like shopping.
It depends on what you buy.
They only sell junk here.
What's wrong with junk?
Besides,
it's all I can afford
with my salary.
One necklace, 15 euros.
Two necklaces, twenty-five.
No, no, it's oto expensive.
No "expensive", cheap, cheap.
Two for twenty-five.
No, it's too expensive.
Thank you.
Witch.
Those necklaces
aren't worth three euros.
I have to leave
something for me.
It's not my merchandise.
I sell it and make a cut.
- How are you, queen? Sleep okay?
- Fine.
Get fixed up,
we're going out later.
And don't touch her
or I'll bash your head in!
This is my grandfather's.
It was stolen the day I arrived.
If he likes it,
I'll give it to you for 45 euros
and throw in this knife for free.
I'll take it. But since my
PSP is missing, it's free.
What are you doing?
No way. I have
to answer for that.
That's your problem, asshole.
- If I don't sell it, you can have it.
- And if you sell it?
Then we'll split the money
and you can buy him something.
Don't be a jack ass.
It has sentimental value.
He won't understand that.
Sentimental value?
What a fag. I'm gonna cry.
Your father's a fag.
Alright. Get out of here,
you'll piss me off.
Damn, kid!
You've got some serious cajones,
just like me.
Max!
You'll never guess
what I've got in here.
Give me a hint.
The army.
What's that?
Nothing.
You wanna know
what I brought you?
Sure, and who you fought with.
Ta-da!
You fought to get it back?
Damn, it's your medal.
It wasn't free.
Come inside.
We need to treat that.
I got it for saving the lives
of several Bosnian families.
Where was that?
Near Mostar.
We were peacekeeping in an area
where people were killing each other
and we weren't
allowed to intervene.
Why even go then?
To help, but without entering
the conflict. It wasn't our war.
One morning right
next to our camp
the Croatians attacked
Muslim families.
And I gave the
order to intervene.
- But you couldn't.
- No, I couldn't, but I did.
We saved women,
children and men too.
Five families whose
days were numbered.
That's why they
gave me the medal.
But there were other
massacres before that attack.
There,
right under my nose.
I watched and did
nothing to stop them.
That's why that medal is a joke.
Do you regret being in the army?
Well,
that's it.
Thanks.
Damn!
Evening, Grandpa.
Um...
Max.
I always forget you don't
want me to call you Grandpa.
Max doesn't sound so great.
What?
Nothing to say?
Not going to chew me out?
I'm going to bed.
Get a clue, Max.
It's normal for him to
screw up sometimes.
It's normal for him to protest.
And it's normal he'd rather
go out than stay home with you.
And it's normal he prefers running
on the beach to your damn highway.
You're going to wear it out.
You're the weird one
and you don't see it.
I hear you're really good.
I was better before my hernia.
What's that?
A hernia? You get it from
lifting too much weight.
Were you a mover?
Do I look like a mover?
You don't look
like an engineer.
Asshole.
I helped my dad with
my Aunt Emilia's furniture.
She was dirt poor,
but she had a huge locker.
Damn thing fucked me up.
A hernia in my groin.
So I'm saving myself.
I can't risk it playing with
those dopes on the beach.
That day I swore I'd never
go to Aunt Emilia's funeral.
- And you didn't?
- She died three days later.
No shit.
My dad wanted me
to carry the casket.
I said no fucking way.
That woman will be my death.
Fuck you, if you want to.
He was pissed off.
Didn't talk to me for months.
I was gonna be a star.
Before the injury,
I played in Guayaquil's junior team.
They called me the
Ecuadorian Maradona.
Guayaquil?
It's a very famous team, dummy.
But I got the hernia.
Then I came to
Spain with my folks.
My dad's still moving furniture,
so coming here made no difference.
Well,
he probably earns more here.
Practically nothing,
I'm telling you.
Doing bullshit jobs.
One of these days he'll croak.
What do you want to
be when you grow up?
Me?
Nothing.
And you?
Nothing.
There's a 7-a-side football tournament
in Orihuela next week.
You can play if you want.
"7-a-side football"?
No football shoes.
I can steal some.
Shit that!
You're a fucking crook.
You suck!
Not those.
Not those either.
Even worse.
The white ones
look like golf shoes.
How much?
I'm freaking, you called me!
You did something
to your hair.
No.
You look different.
You haven't seen me for a long
time and you've already forgotten me.
How is everyone?
We miss you.
It's no fun without you.
- When will you be back?
- I don't know, I still have a lot to do.
Hooked up with any girls?
There aren't any girls here.
There are girls everywhere.
And you never call me.
You're right.
I'm a fucking disaster.
Wanna see a tit?
No, that's okay.
Okay. But something's wrong.
That's right. My grandpa thinks
this is a fucking boot camp.
- I'll keep you updated.
- Okay.
- Will you think about me?
- Yes.
Anyway, you've definitely
done something to your hair.
No, it's just longer.
Call me.
Okay, bye.
How much is it?
2.50.
She's pretty.
Your girlfriend,
she's pretty.
She's not my girlfriend.
I think she is.
Please charge me,
I'm in a hurry.
Don't act so cool,
I have Nelson for that.
Your boyfriend, by the way.
Does that matter to you?
Will you stop already?
No.
Then I'm leaving.
And you can explain it
to your grandfather.
Okay, go on.
Keep it, now you can practice.
Happy?
No.
I have piano class at 9
and we're way behind.
You're meeting
your piano teacher?
Is he hot?
Do we keep going?
Nobody has piano
class on a Friday night.
I live nearby and I go
other days too, okay.
Well,
a 14-year-old who prefers
piano to soccer is a fucking freak.
That's it.
What are you doing?
You're leaving?
Come on, dude.
You're a fucking freak,
fuck you.
- What's wrong, Toni?
- No more tutoring.
- What do you mean?
- I'm leaving.
It's not time yet.
May I pass, please?
Did you kick him out?
Who do you think you are?
He left because he felt like it.
You think you can do
whatever you want, huh?
Max, what are you doing?
Max, give me the shoes!
I didn't kick him out.
Give me the shoes!
Give me the shoes, Max.
No shoes,
and no tournament.
Grandma's right, you're a pig.
Listen to this, you'll flip.
My dad has a job interview
in Jan.
He's been unemployed for two years?
Almost three.
That's not unemployed,
that's fucking lazy.
Call my dad lazy,
and I'll shut your mouth, clown!
Take it easy.
What kind of job is this?
Olive filler.
Watch it.
I'll smack you.
I'm serious.
Knock it off, Moi.
Take it easy, you cunt,
I was joking.
Find someone else
for the tournament.
No way! Why?
Because of that asshole Toni.
He got me in trouble.
I miss the tournament thanks
to that piano-playing jerk.
Ohh, watch me play piano!
Where is that cocksucker now?
At his fucking piano class.
I'm asking you where.
I don't know, near his house,
at the end of the promenade.
So let's go.
You stay here.
What are you gonna do?
Nelson, please.
What's your problem?
That fag screws you
and you just sit there?
I don't want any trouble.
Who speaks of trouble?
We're just gonna have some fun.
Come on, chicken.
Coming or not?
Don't go.
Listen to me.
Movistar voicemail.
The number 6-7-9-6-4-0-4-3-1
does not answer.
Please leave a message.
Movistar voicemail.
The number 6-7-...
Jon, I've called you
a hundred times...
Good evening.
Are you related to Jon Aguirre?
Please, Miss,
They're operating on my grandson for a
head injury and nobody tells me anything.
Who's your grandson?
The one from the fight?
There was a fight?
- You have to wait for the doctor.
- Miss, please.
They said it's serious.
I can't say anything.
It has to be the doctor.
Get out of here right now.
Good morning,
I'm Doctor Requena.
We can't assess the brain
damage until he's out of the coma.
The operation has partially
drained the brain haemorrhage.
We're hoping the rest
will take care of itself.
Who did this to my son?
The police have
taken his fingerprints
We will let them know
when he wakes up.
Why?
Just routine.
I'll keep you posted.
They think he
killed the other kid.
They just want to talk to him.
It's normal to tell
them what happened.
But what's he going to tell them?
He was almost killed.
I don't think he's capable
of something like this.
How would you know?
You don't know him.
Of course I don't.
3 years without letting him see me.
He was a child last time.
Here we go.
Do you think you have
the right to reproach?
He's still a child.
Excuse me.
These are your son's things.
Thank you.
What is this?
It's a symbol.
One of those
stupid things kids do.
If you want to be my friend,
tattoo this on your ass to prove you have balls.
What about this knife?
I've never seen it before.
It has Jon's fingerprints.
And somebody else's.
But not the dead kid's
or his other friends'.
Have you questioned them?
They say they weren't
at the beach last night.
They have an alibi?
Of course they do.
Everybody does.
They were jerking off at home.
Who can prove the contrary?
Their parents.
They are even more
scared than them.
They won't talk.
But I think they're lying.
They were at the beach.
The footprints show there
were 5 people in the fight.
Who's the fifth?
I don't know yet.
No one saw the fight?
That's impossible.
It wasn't that late.
Let's hope he's out of the coma
and tells us what happened.
Why don't you ask the others
if you think they are lying?
Shit, Aledo.
There are methods.
What do you want us to do?
Beat it out of them?
Take care of your family.
That's what you should be doing.
You don't know
how lucky you are.
Lucky?
Yes, Max.
You're lucky to have
your family close.
Will he be okay?
Who are you?
How do you know my son?
He has to get well again.
That one day I would
like to wash his hair.
Your room is upstairs.
I'll take your bags
up if you want.
Is this the house where
you couldn't imagine me?
I don't understand it.
There's nothing
special about it.
Cati, please,
collaborate a little.
Is that the sofa where you
couldn't imagine me either?
Is this the kitchen where you
can't imagine making me tea?
- Come.
- Don't touch me.
Cati, please.
Don't you understand
that I can't stay here?
We already discussed this.
You want to go to a hotel?
I want to understand why
you bought this house for both of us,
but then decided to live alone
because I couldn't fit in.
We're not going to
discuss that right now.
No, of course not.
I know I should have
asked three years ago, but...
I was speechless.
Paralysed.
Unable to understand
why you did this to me
after 40 years of marriage.
So maybe...
an explanation
isn't too much to ask.
You don't want an explanation.
Of course I do.
No.
What you want is another fight.
And for this to matter more
than your grandson being in a coma
or your daughter being devastated.
Cati, stop thinking about
yourself for once in your life.
A man left you three
years ago, period.
Give me that.
Thanks.
You look just like your father.
I'm Detective Aledo.
You wouldn't question
me at this hour...
No.
I'm a friend of Max's.
I doubt my father ever
had a friend in his life.
People don't interest him.
And he's never mentioned you.
I only wanted to
see how Jon's doing.
He's still in a coma.
Anything else?
There isn't much more I can say.
Have they let you in to see him?
Half an hour in the
morning and in the evening.
When you visit him tomorrow,
talk to him.
No one can be sure
he can't hear you.
We need to believe in
these things to stay strong.
Do you have children?
Yes.
A son.
He's Jon's age.
A difficult time.
What's your son like?
Why do you care?
I only know what
Max has told me.
But nobody knows a child
better than his own mother.
He's a special kid.
Very tender, very affectionate.
But at the same time very
independent and mindful of his space.
He hates the nonsense
people come up with.
He hates injustice.
He hates sadness and boredom.
He's full of life.
He has a bad temper sometimes.
And sometimes I drive him crazy,
but I guess that's normal.
And he likes girls a lot.
He likes riding his bike.
He's not a delinquent.
And he's not a murderer.
What's yours like?
I don't know.
I don't know what
my son is like.
You should go home and rest.
Don't stay here.
What's my father like?
I lied to you before,
he did tell me about you once.
What's he like?
Who knows?
First you'd have to dig through
all the layers around him.
Your father is an honest
man in a shitty world.
Ever faithful to his beliefs.
Incapable to talk
about his feelings.
But what he doesn't know
is they're written on his face.
You can see right through him.
Because you know how.
Anyone can.
Not anyone.
I can't.
I already told them.
They haven't been
in here for days.
Thanks.
Max.
Try the flea market.
Moving him means
he's better, right?
Sorry, I can't say that.
The doctor will come to you.
How much are those binoculars?
70 euros.
Good price.
Where did you get them?
I can go down to 65.
Did the kid who was
stabbed work here?
I'll give them to you
for 50 euros. A steal.
Did the kid work here or not?
If you're not buying anything,
leave me alone.
Who killed the Ecuadorian.
Tell me who did it
or I'll break your arm.
Let me go or I'll
cut off your balls!
I know you were on
the beach, who else?
Let me go, asshole!
I told the police!
Answer me!
Who else was there?
I'll give you the binoculars,
but let me go!
Someone else was there!
There were five of you!
Let me go!
Never touch me again!
Fucking old fogey!
You're right, it's true.
I never talk to you
about your dad.
I should tell you
things about his life.
About his job.
About how he skipped meetings
to make it home for your bath.
And about the
stories he told you.
God, he was so
bad at telling stories.
They made no sense.
But you loved them...
because he made up voices
and they were about weird places.
I used to laugh at him.
The actress in me came out
and I told him there was
nothing theatrical about his stories.
He laughed at me, of course.
Theatrical children's stories.
Damn it, I was so stupid.
Nicolas was a good man.
He loved us.
And he loved cars.
He was one of those men
who spend their Sundays
washing them inside
and out, outside and in,
over and over again.
It was crazy.
I'll never forget his first
day with the Mercedes.
You ruined it.
You threw up on the upholstery.
You won't remember,
you were only 5 years old.
He pulled the car over
and started taking
bottles out of a case.
I never imagined there were
so many cleaning products.
He spent over half an
hour rubbing and brushing.
With a brush, he removed
the remains of your vomit.
And when he was finally done
and we got back in the car, splat!
You threw up again.
I think he regretted
being a dad that day.
No, I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.
What I'm trying to say...
is...
your father changed.
At first they were
just minor quirks.
The car had to be clean,
all the doors at home
had to be locked,
nobody could touch the
things on his work desk
I don't know why, but it got
so bad that he stopped living.
And so did I.
Suddenly he'd get better,
and then...
it would start again.
At one point he went
three straight nights...
without sleeping
still for a second.
He just lied there...
staring at the door
like he was expecting
a ghost to walk in.
I can't talk about your dad's life
without talking about his death.
Because I've been trapped
in the day he died ever since.
I can't get out of that day.
There are no other days.
There's his death and before.
Nothing.
He didn't die of a heart attack.
I lied to you, son.
I've always lied to you.
I thought it was for the best,
or maybe I was too
scared to tell you the truth.
He left me a note,
and I'll never
forget what it said.
He never said anything,
but I know he knew.
He knew that I'd been seeing
another man for months.
I didn't even like him that much,
but I don't know...
With your dad I felt smothered.
I didn't know how to help him.
I didn't help him,
I looked the other way.
And suddenly one
day I lost him forever.
And I wanted to die too.
I was sad, I was scared,
and I felt guilty.
But you gave me a
reason to keep living.
And you're still
what keeps me alive.
So you have to
pull through, my boy.
Otherwise I'll run
out of excuses.
Don't die, my son.
Please don't die.
Hi Toni, how are you?
Fine.
Jon is in hospital.
There was a fight and
an Ecuadorian kid died.
Will he be okay?
I don't know.
I want to talk to you.
Get in, I'll take you home.
I have piano class.
Where?
At the end of the promenade.
Get in, I'll take you.
The night of the fight,
you argued with Jon, remember?
You left saying
you were quitting.
What happened, Toni?
Nothing.
Was Jon okay?
Was he worried about anything?
I don't know.
He didn't want me to tutor him.
Did he mention any
Ecuadorian kids?
Are you okay, Toni?
I was in my piano class
with Irina.
I don't know anything.
I have to go.
I just wanted to see
if you could help me.
Margo?
Follow my finger.
Raise your right arm.
Now raise your left arm.
Very good.
Do you feel this?
Do you know where you are?
No.
What's your name?
Jon.
Very good, Jon.
And what's your mother's name?
My mum's name is Margarita.
But everyone calls her Margo.
My grandfather's name is Max.
He doesn't like
being called Grandpa.
Hi, Grandpa.
Do you remember me?
I'm the cop who told your
grandpa to install an alarm.
Tell me what
happened on the beach.
On the beach?
I don't know.
Who hit you on the head?
There was a football match.
I went swimming.
The water was nice.
That night, the fight,
the knife...
It wasn't at night.
- I don't remember any fight.
- Try, Jon.
Mum?
I'm here.
What's the matter?
I don't remember anything.
Relax.
I'll get the doctor.
And you let the boy rest
and come back later.
What's wrong with me, mum?
Everything will be fine.
You're going to get better.
Come on, Jon, think back.
What's the last
thing you remember?
That's enough.
Can't you see he doesn't know?
Take care, Jon.
The laundry.
My grandfather
hanging the laundry.
That's the last
thing I remember.
He doesn't remember the fight.
What do you think?
What does that mean?
Amnesia.
Partial.
Amnesia?
Just what we needed.
Tell me if his
condition changes.
Aledo, wait.
It wasn't him.
And I want to help you prove it.
If you really want to help,
talk to him.
Maybe he'll get his memory back.
You doubt what he says?
I doubt everything.
It goes with the job.
It's also your job to
presume he's innocent.
Back off, Max.
I only slept 3 hours.
Separating your personal
life from your work
should also be your job.
That's a low blow.
You're assuming it was him
because his prints are on the knife.
So I'm mad at the world and
I'm taking it out on your grandson.
That's not what I meant.
Don't worry.
I got what was coming to me.
I'm sorry, Aledo.
You can shove your
jabs up your ass.
Good afternoon.
Excuse me, I have a question.
It was right there.
By the steps.
But we know nothing
about the fight.
We'd already closed.
I'm looking for a woman.
I don't know what she looks like.
Her name's Irina.
She's a piano teacher.
The one from the window.
You know her?
You're looking
for a pianist, right?
I'll give you one.
We hear piano music at night,
coming from a
window in that building.
My name is Max.
I need to talk to you.
- Talk about what?
- The fight on the beach.
Your student was there.
I have many students.
Toni Castro.
Did you see what happened?
I was teaching Toni that night.
He's very good, you know.
Toni told me he
was at the fight.
I don't believe you.
He did.
And I know you're lying.
Go away.
I won't back down.
Tell me the truth or I'll go to the
police and tell them everything I know.
You can either tell
me or tell the police.
I already talked to the police.
I told them what I
saw from the window.
The fight was after his class.
After that he came back here.
Trembling all over.
Crying like a baby.
I promised I'd keep
quiet and took him home.
Look closely at this boy.
Tell me if he's the one
who stabbed the kid.
That's all I ask.
I won't answer.
Who am I to ruin someone's life?
Please.
He's my grandson.
I need to know.
Yes, it was him.
- You again?
- Yes.
Please don't hang up.
I've already told you
I don't want to talk to you.
Don't fucking call me anymore.
Who is it?
It's her again.
- Don't hang up.
- Goodbye.
What are you doing here?
It was Jon.
Dry off, you'll catch a cold.
Did you hear me?
He did it.
I have a witness who saw it all,
a piano teacher.
And I know who
the fifth kid was.
Toni Castro.
And this woman
accuses your grandson.
Do me a favour, Max.
Go home.
- Why aren't you listening?
- Why do you want to ruin his life?
To punish yourself for
not keeping him in line
or to punish him for
getting into trouble?
I just want the
truth to be known.
Oh, it's a question
of honour then.
So what if it is?
Do you have a
problem with honour?
Yes.
I hate it.
At least your concept of it.
- You hate it.
- Yes, I do, Max.
Fuck honour and
live your life for once.
Ask me out to dinner,
I know you're dying to.
Oh, of course not...
You can't go out with a woman
20 years younger than you,
who also didn't want to keep
her son when she separated.
But you like me.
Then suck it up and come get me.
But no.
You would never.
Aledo, what the hell
is wrong with you?
You think it's easy for me
to tell you my
grandson killed that kid?
Do you know what would be normal
if you found out it was your grandson?
Shut the fuck up and
defend him like anyone else.
I'm not like that.
I never lie.
You're dead on the inside.
And you're going
to end up alone.
I don't know you, Aledo.
I never want to see you again.
WELCOME
Notice anything different?
Apart from the cheesy decor?
I wanted to, don't be mad.
Damn, the TV.
You like it?
He's speechless.
He loves it.
He's thinking he's got you
in his pocket. Right, Jon?
Ask for anything.
These two will spoil you rotten.
There is something.
What, son?
I want to go back to tutoring.
You remember the tutoring?
Yes.
I remember I liked it.
What was that kid's name?
Toni.
Toni, then.
I want to see Toni.
NEW MESSAGE - NEREA
GET WELL SOON
You have a visitor.
Hi.
I'll leave you.
Shut the door.
Are they worried?
They think you're
out of your mind.
For wanting to get tutored.
I don't see any books.
Why did you call me?
Because I'm sick of my
mum and grandparents.
They treat me like porcelain.
I need to talk to
someone normal.
I can take you for a
walk and if you want,
I can throw you down the stairs.
Great.
Does this beach look familiar?
Sure this is the place?
I'm not sure.
What? Are you gonna chicken out?
Shhh!
You hear that?
He's playing.
Is that him?
How should I know?
It's him.
It sounds like a fag
playing piano.
Shhh!
He stopped.
Dude... You finally show up.
How was your piano class?
Are you deaf?
I asked how was your class.
Fine. Let me go,
you're hurting me.
What did you play?
Come on, surprise me.
A sonata by Chopin.
A sonata!
You hear that?
You have to be a fag
to play a sonata.
How does it go?
Are you an idiot and a fag?
Answer me!
No answer?
No?
Now you're gonna sing that
fucking sonata on the beach.
Please leave me alone...
You're a fucking snitch
and Jon's my friend.
You asked for it,
so don't cry now.
Are you singing the
damn sonata or not?
Or would you rather
we fuck you in the ass?
Make your decision!
Don't want to decide?
No?
Then both, you fag.
Sing, sing, sing!
Sing!
Sing! Sing! Fuck, sing!
Let him go.
Get lost, Nelson!
Get lost?
Let him go!
Don't mess with me!
Whose side are you on?
Are you a faggot too?
He's a fucking coward.
Go away, Toni.
Stay out of this.
Let him go.
"Let him go?"
What's your problem?
You like my girlfriend
and I do nothing!
I'm here defending
you and you chicken out!
Look what you did.
Look!
My friend's hurt
and it's your fault.
You're in for it now, faggot!
You like it?
You like it?
That's enough! Let's go!
Shut up, motherfucker,
or you'll be next!
You like it?
You like it?
Dude.
- Fuck, man, he's bleeding.
- Come on.
- Let's go!
- He's bleeding a lot.
Come on, let's go.
I told Nelson
where you would be.
You're an asshole.
Look who's talking.
You didn't say a word.
I'm scared.
Sure, let someone
else take the fall.
At least I'm not faking amnesia.
Not as bad as remembering everything,
but not saying a word.
It's a tie.
We're both jerks.
Yeah, two jerks.
And one's a homo.
Save it.
I take it back.
If you keep quiet, they'll
come after you. It's your knife.
Yeah, but your prints are on it.
If neither of us talks,
we're safe.
Why do you protect me?
I don't know.
I think my dad would want me to.
Your dad?
He died five years ago.
He was cool.
But he killed himself.
My mother thinks I don't know,
but I've known for a long time.
My mum died of
cancer three years ago.
Do you think about what
she'd say when you do stuff?
No.
Well, I do.
Maybe homos are different.
Hi, Toni.
I've been expecting you.
Lucky you showed up.
I wouldn't have
given you another day.
Have a seat.
You know everything, right?
Well, not even God
knows everything.
But I have a knife
with fingerprints
and 14 sheets of piano music.
They were on the promenade.
And I talked to Irina.
Do you play as well as she says?
She exaggerates.
She accused Jon
of using the knife.
It was me, and you
already know that.
Your teacher protected you,
like one of her own.
She obviously cares
very much about you.
What did she tell you?
The truth, Toni.
The same as you're
going to tell me now.
I recommend that you do
this in the presence of a lawyer.
You're going to need one,
you know that, right?
You took a life,
and that always brings
serious consequences.
But I don't have a lawyer.
Go on, call your dad.
You're 14 years old.
Jesus, you're just a kid.
Dad?
It's Toni.
He was a show-off.
But for him to have died...
so young...
I don't know.
My dad says show-offs
live for 80 years.
But with this one he was wrong.
Your dad is sort of
a philosopher, right?
Anyway, he's my dad.
Thanks for coming with me.
What a way to
spend your birthday.
He was crazy.
But I liked him.
You're leaving tomorrow?
Yes.
You're both abandoning me.
What a couple of jerks.
We can talk on a webcam.
They're all broken.
Then we won't talk.
But we'll have a cool memory.
Not me.
I have no memory.
I have to live in the
here and now,
because I forget everything.
Everyone has a memory.
I want to give you
my birthday present.
Can you guess what it is?
Actually,
I thought I'd give
you a farewell fuck.
But I like this better.
Am I weird?
No.
This is cooler.
But you'll ruin your hands.
I know.
But I don't care.
Men never notice a girl's hands.
I think that's everything.
Need a sweater for the plane?
No.
Did you pack the
mobile phone charger?
It was over there.
Mobile phone charger.
Done.
Grandpa's in the car.
He hates waiting, so hurry up.
It's your grandma
who's impatient.
She can't stand
being alone with him.
Then let's go.
Pass me my crutches.
Jon, son,
when you were in the hospital,
I talked to you.
When I was in a coma?
Did you realise that?
- Like some sort of freak?
- Yeah.
I hope nobody saw you.
I told you stuff
about your dad.
I was in a coma, mum.
I know.
Did you hear me?
No.
But you can tell me again.
I can hear now.
Tell me.
I'm going to, but at home.
Under one condition.
What?
That you don't grow up so fast.
Fifteen is too old for you?
Way too old.
Oh, mum, you're so crazy.
I just want you to need me.
I do need you.
To open the door.
Did I take good care of you?
Yeah.
Now that we have a TV,
I hope you'll come visit.
Sure.
Only from time to time.
Jon.
We have to board.
Goodbye, Dad.
We'll call you.
Thanks.
Have they left?
Well,
now you're alone again,
just the way you like it.
Why are you here?
I miss you.
How about dinner tonight?
If I say no to you now...
Nine o'clock?
Sharp.
I'll pick you up.
Are you leaving?
Stay for a while.
I hate the beach.
It's not so bad.
The breeze is nice.
I hate the breeze too.
Nine o'clock.
- You hate nine o'clock too?
- No.
Nine o'clock is perfect.
Then that's that.
TO MY FATHER