No One Will Hear Your Scream (2025) Movie Script
1
- Come on, come on.
Where are you?
It's about to start.
- Hey, someone's there?
Yeah, I'm a friend.
Carl as it is.
Come on, where the fuck
are you now, man?
Hey, Tommy.
Are we meeting after
the match in Arcadia?
Sure, see you there.
This is a crucial match
for the Argentine national
team after a surprising defeat
against Cameroon.
We are just minutes--
- What idiot's calling
during the match.
Now, the National anthem.
Argentina, despite
Pompeo's surprise
injury early
in the match, regaining
hope thanks to Troglio header.
- Here we go, my little fellas.
Let's go.
Come on, come on, come on.
That's it.
Let's move.
Get the ball out.
Troglio has it.
Controlling the midfield
with the eyes
of the Yugoslavian
players fixed on him.
The team is clearly focused
as they dominate their opponent.
- Come on.
Take off that clown
face, you fucking cunt.
Goal!
Goal for Argentina!
Ask me anything
and I will tell you a lie
Give me your love
and I will make you cry
Give me your trust and I'll
toy with your lovely existense
So before it's too late, you'd
better take some distance
Anything shine in your heart,
I'll turn into rust
All I got will turn to dust
I just gotta satisfy my lust
Dead boy, a dead boy, tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy, a dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy, I
love your cyanide.
Dead boy, a dead boy, tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy, dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
This time I'm scared,
nothing will turn out fine
Dead boy
- Hey!
My name is coming down.
Oh, show me down.
My way.
- Listen, if you stay
low and keep shooting,
the bombs won't hit you.
- Hey, what are you doing?
- With the device?
- All right, take one.
- Hey, how are you, Tommy?
- Can you buy me a beer.
I have no money.
- Sure.
- Clown.
- For your information,
Argentina won.
- Yes, it's
on the match yesterday.
And you left me hanging.
You told me you were going
to help me set up the speaker.
And I ended up doing
it all by myself.
- Yeah, I know.
It's just that my head
is somewhere else today.
- It's the whole thing.
- What's up?
- No, not today.
I need to unwind.
Argentina won.
We finally left behind
the ghost of Cameroon.
Speaking of the store, where
does your dad come back, again?
- I don't know, I think
maybe end of July.
No, no, no, Tomas, don't
even think about it.
- Listen, a small gathering,
just a few people,
our closest friends.
Pizza, no clothes--
- Hi, amiga.
How are you?
- Hi.
- I forgot to stop
by the store today.
Tell me if you brought
me the cassette--
- Oh.
- --I asked you.
- Yeah.
Here they are.
It's 120,000 estrails.
- OK.
It's obtained.
- Thank you.
- Hey, can you find me any VHS
tapes of the Deep Blue concert?
- Yes.
I'm not sure exactly what
you're trying to find,
but we have an '84 VHS
version at the store.
I can also ask my old man
if he has the '89 version
they recorded in Japan.
- OK, let me know.
- Will do See you.
- Thanks, Mikhail.
- Come, let me introduce
you to a friend.
Carlos, this maximum
genius here is Micaela, OK?
Perfect pitch, a sound prodigy.
Good tempered?
Well, not really.
And besides working
as a DJ, she's
the owner of the record
store so that officially
makes her the best, for sure.
Mica, this is Carlos.
Not as great, but he
has his charm.
- Thank you.
- Well, the record
shop isn't mine.
It's my dad's.
- Hey, it's good
what it's sounding.
What it is?
- Blue Summer, English
Hard Rock band.
If you like that,
you'll love them.
The records start
in the neighborhood.
You can ask him to take
you in, and I'll let
you listen to the whole album.
It hasn't been
released here yet.
It's supported.
- Well, I forgot
to tell you that she
has a merchant's thirst.
- He's a potential client,
and he has a good ear.
So if you need anything,
I'm at your service.
- A natural saleswoman.
If you let her, she'll
sell you an empty box.
- I love that.
I'll be there in a week.
- OK.
Listen Mica, we are leaving.
Can I drop by later?
- You're having
troubles at home again?
- Yeah, well.
It's routine.
It seems like they're
at the age where
they take it all out on me.
- OK.
My doors are always open.
See you later.
- Again, another D. There is no
such thing as a cap with a C.
We all have world up.
There's clearly scamming us.
Did her husband leave her?
Or she got fired from work.
Or maybe she's upset
because of the dollar.
Well, I guess in this
country it could
all happen at the same time.
Come on, poor girl.
She looks sad.
- Well, yeah.
Mica, I'll see you later.
I owe you one.
- Oh, yeah.
Speaking of that, would
you hand them out?
- Well, if someone
asked for a favor,
then immediately
makes you pay for it,
one might think
the favors more about
self-interest than kindness.
Good thing I know you,
and that's not the case.
OK.
Catch you later.
What is this?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Do you know where they open?
- Right now.
Careful with the speaker.
Don't bump into it.
Did you bring that
machine to repair?
- Yeah.
It fell and got busted.
- Listen, I can
take it if you want,
but my old man is the one who
actually repairs the equipment,
and he's currently away.
Still, if it's not complicated,
I might take a look
and see if I can fix it.
But I already have some
equipment waiting in line.
- Screw it.
I brought all this
way, so go ahead.
- Great.
- So how does this work?
- Simple.
I sell cassettes put
together by musical genres,
or they can also
be personalized.
OK, for example, tell me
three bands that you like.
- Let me see.
I like Ramones,
Pistols and Stooges.
- OK.
Punk, garage rock, some
rockabilly for sure.
Got it.
Look, here, in addition
to those bands you mentioned,
you'll have The Clash,
The Dead Boys, if you
haven't heard them before.
They will break your mind.
You'll also have Talking
Heads, and I added a song
by Blondie, which I love.
- Oh, I know less
than half of them.
But if you say they're like
the other band, I'm in.
- You'll see.
You'll love them.
My clients have no complaints.
Here, I'll need
you to sign this,
and I'll let you know when the
answering machine is repaired.
Just a second.
I'll be right with you.
- How much is this?
- That one is 30,000 australs.
I tell you what's
in it in a minute.
Oh, yes.
Thanks for the change.
- Mica.
- You still got half left.
- Don't say that to me.
Listen, what I did was
to optimize the location,
strategically choose each
place to reach new customers
and waste less paper.
You have to think
about everything, dear.
- Oh, come on, cut
it out, Thomas.
If this is how you're
going to help, I'll do it.
- Don't frown.
Your face will wrinkle.
- Check this out.
- So you suddenly
interested in the World Cup?
- No.
Remember, the woman we
saw crying in that house?
- Can you give me
a quick summary.
I'm too lazy to read.
- It says her father was
killed, and apparently, it
wasn't a robbery.
- What a shame.
But these things
happen all the time,
and people get really upset.
What can we do?
- You're a jerk.
Don't you care?
This happened right here.
You're a pain today, aren't you?
Here, make yourself
useful and restock.
- At your orders, boss.
- Hey, Mica.
Sweetheart, how are you?
- Hi, Javier.
Oh, the price went up again?
- Look, I don't set the prices.
If you ask me, I
give them to you.
I'm not the owner
of the company.
Take it easy, all right?
But to make up for it, would
you like to go for a drink?
Or to the movies on Saturday?
- No, I have a lot
of things to do.
- Look what I got.
That's for you.
- Thank you.
And Javier, I have
a lot of things to do.
Do you need anything else?
- Always playing hard to get.
Let's go out.
I promise you'll
have a good time.
- OK, Mica, we need
to keep on working.
We talk to sell.
If they don't buy,
we don't talk.
Simple.
The law of the good salesman.
- Bye, gorgeous.
See you later.
- OK.
- He's so annoying.
You're being too soft with him.
I don't understand why
you don't call the office
and tell them to change
him for another guy.
- Because they barely know him.
I only know his name,
but he knows where I work.
What if they kick him out
and then he comes here?
No, it's safer this way.
- He's such a douche.
Can I keep this?
- Yes, keep it.
Argentina now has the chance
to make the difference.
Ivkovic under the post.
Uhuru is calm.
He takes distance as soon
as he leaves the area.
He's up.
He strikes.
Goal.
Goal for Argentina.
Goal for Argentina 2 nil.
Stijkovic approaches
the penalty spot.
He calms his nerves
while placing the ball.
Going goal ready for him.
Yugoslavia's number
10 takes a long run.
Stojkovic strikes.
He strikes.
And hits the post.
Post and out of the field.
- Yes.
Come on.
Stojkovic misses the penalty!
He's put it wide.
Argentina's still in the lead.
We're witnessing
a historic moment.
The whole country is watching,
expectant, glued to the radio
and television screens.
Diego.
- Come on, Diego.
Come on, come on, Diego.
Diego, Diego.
Ikovic saves the ball.
- No, no,
- The Yogoslavoan
goalkeeper saves the goal.
The hopes
of a nation are in his hands.
You can see it all in your face.
And he strikes it.
He strikes it.
- Mica, are you coming
on Monday, right?
- No, I can't make it on Monday.
I'll come on Tuesday,
and I'll bring your order.
You're going to be blown away.
- Sure.
OK.
Finish your game.
- Stop.
Don't Jinx me.
This is my last ball.
What's up?
Are you going to be a gentleman
and walk me to my house?
- When am I not a gentleman?
It's practically my middle name.
- Come on, man.
Why so mysterious?
Why are you not telling me?
- It's nothing.
Just everyone busting my balls.
- Who is everyone?
- I'm the one asking.
If you feel attacked,
don't take it out on me.
Getting drunk isn't going
to make your problems go away.
Don't hide.
- They don't disappear.
But it does push them
away for a long time.
It's like a goalkeeper kicking
the ball past the half pitch.
But they my issues.
I don't want to talk.
Don't worry.
I'm happy knowing that
you'll always have my back.
- Of course.
You're very clever,
annoying as hell.
You always take it too far.
But here I am.
If that's not having
your back for eternity,
Thomas, then nothing is.
Does it have something
to do with that supposed
girlfriend who is always
mentioned but never seen?
- Come on.
You're a pain too.
Can we talk about
something else?
- Hey, guys.
Come on.
I don't want to be rude,
but I want to hit home.
So can you leave.
Hang outside, please.
- Oh, yes, Claudio.
Sorry.
See you on Tuesday.
- Mhm.
- Do we talk outside?
- Tommy, it's all right.
Just leave.
- Sure.
Let's go.
And now a full hour
of hits on radio universe.
You're listening
to Camelot's new song,
"There's Not Much To Lose.
Here with a dream
walking tall deserve a chance
I'm howling like a wildfire
caught in a trance.
In a reversal leather
jacket danced by her lover
Lost in the night we never got--
- Are you OK?
- Yes.
You caught me by surprise.
So you are Thomas'
friend, right?
- Yes, Carlos.
We have met in Arcadia.
I'm late, but I came
to keep my promise.
Blue Summer, remember?
The one you showed me
the other day at the bar.
You told me you had the latest
album, and here I am.
- Yes.
You caught me off guard.
I'll bring you the cassette
I told you about.
You'll love them, you'll see.
It sounds amazing and makes
up Def Leppard and Eden.
Rock guitar sound,
epic choruses,
typical of English fans.
A very personal style of rock.
Just a second, I have to set
it up, so you can hear it well.
- This looks dangerous.
It's safe?
- I've been working in it
for about two months now.
Finding the exact position
to get the best sound out of it,
I had to wait until my parents
left to construct it.
So yes, yes, it
can be dangerous.
- This sucks.
- This track?
But you told me you loved it?
- No, the newspaper.
I saw you were
concerned about it.
- Yes.
- And if we're speaking
about the music, I love it.
- Well, if you're interested,
I also make unique music mixes
and all different
types of calculations.
Dirty Silence.
I love that band.
You know, we're
probably the only two
fans of Dirty in Argentina.
And this, I'm taking this.
- I get it, but I
don't understand
why it affects you so much.
Did he ask you out or something?
Did you think he was hot?
- No.
- So what's the problem.
You didn't even know him.
- Don't act like
an asshole, Tomas.
- OK.
- We read about
tragedies that happen
every day in the newspaper.
But they're just
names and photos
stuck on a piece of paper.
Besides, it's strange talking
to someone and then finding out
they were killed.
Doesn't it scare you that two
people from our neighborhood
were killed?
Does it seem normal to you?
- Two?
It's more like five.
- The guy you're talking
about is the fifth person who
was killed in our neighborhood.
- Huh?
- Yes, I feel really
scared in the streets.
My neighbor was killed
during Brazil's match.
It's terrible.
- I didn't know that.
- Me too.
- It's a nightmare.
The problem is that
with the World Cup
playing all day
in the background,
people don't pay attention.
My neighbor reported
that she was being
threatened over the phone.
The police didn't
do a damn thing.
- Did you bring that
machine to repair?
- Yeah, it fell and got busted.
- Two days after,
she was killed.
So imagine that.
- This kid, Sebastian Levski,
sends her machine to be
fixed before he got killed.
- It has a cassette inside?
- Yes, apparently it
broken out stuck there.
- Well, I don't
think he would care.
Hi, Sebastian.
Remember to go downtown to get
the papers from the accountant.
Dad needs them.
Kisses.
We repair transformers.
All the types of devices.
- Come on.
- That was strange.
What if this was the last call
you will ever hear?
End of messages.
- Interesting.
- Well, gotta go.
- Wait, what are we going to do?
- What do you mean?
What can we do?
- I don't know.
This could be important.
Mica,
- Don't get involved
with this shit.
I gotta go.
I'm already late.
See you later.
Last call you will ever hear.
End.
What if this was the last
call you will ever hear?
Last call you will ever hear.
What if this was the last
call you will ever hear.
This was-- what if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- Dirty, Dirty, Dirty.
Dirty, Dirty, Dirty.
Dirty.
What if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- Hi.
It's not 8 o'clock
yet, you closed?
- Today we closed earlier.
Sorry.
- Could you tell me
the latest Solace album?
I'm headed to a birthday
party and I have no gift.
I'm begging you, please.
- Hi.
Hi, Mica.
Dad here.
Where were you?
- Oh, what's up dad?
Sorry, I couldn't
answer your call.
I was arranging
a shelf and that's it.
How's everything over there?
Is mom all right?
Oh,
yeah, she's fine.
We've been walking around
a lot going here and there.
Mom's fascinating
with everything here.
Hey, I'm looking
at some crazy equipment.
Get ready because I'm
coming back
with a bunch.
Mica, can you hear me?
Mica, are you there?
Mica?
What the--
- Hey.
Hey, sorry.
We are losing connection.
The store is fine.
Set of neon
lights, Sunset Strip
We're running through the night
Speeding fast
No time to lose
- Mica, the music.
- Sorry, I got distracted.
- Did you bring my order.
- Claudia, you're
going to kill me.
No, I forgot at the store.
Sorry.
My head's in the clouds today.
I'll stop by the store later
and take it to your house,
I promise.
- Hey, well, I'll be damned.
Looks like I called
you with my mind.
- What's up.
I just came back to pick
an order for Claudia.
- Seriously, what's the matter?
- Yeah, I know you saw me.
Sorry, I had to go.
- Problems?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- Want to come inside?
- It's complicated.
I don't even know
where to start.
- Maybe it's not
that complicated.
I mean, I don't find
complicated than my best
friend has a boyfriend.
Come on, dude.
We've known each other
since we were 12.
You like Cyndi Lauper
more than Pat Benatar.
What's the problem?
- This is why you're the best?
I wish you were my parents.
Would you like to adopt me?
- No way, dude.
You're quite the expense.
- My head's spinning.
Between what I'm keeping
inside, the trouble I
have getting it out,
and Carlos won't
stop pressuring me about coming
out, I just can't take it.
- Well, he's right, you know.
Are you going to keep
it inside forever?
You need to be free.
- Yeah, I know he's right.
But it's hard for me.
And my old man has
a heart of stone.
He will never accept me.
He will kick me out
of the house for sure, which
you know he's capable of doing.
And I don't know if I can
deal with it at the moment.
- You don't know that.
Besides, you don't need him
to accept, just to understand.
- Easier said than done, though.
- Listen, it's your life,
not your parents.
And it's better
to face your problems
by talking about them, or what?
Are you going to keep
them inside forever?
- No way.
You'll suffer.
- Yeah, it's just
not the right time.
OK, I know it's never
the right time, but--
well, let's talk about
something else, come on.
I need a break, please.
- Do you want to hear
something very strange.
- My favorite things.
- Do you remember
the recording we were
listening to the other day?
The voicemail message.
Well, I discovered that
the person who made that call
was listening to this mix tape.
- And how do you know
this is the cassette?
- Because I know.
It's a Dirty track,
followed by one by Komplot.
What are the chances of someone
doing this exact same mix?
Thomas, I'm telling you that
the tape that the murderer was
listening to, I recorded it.
- And do you know
who you sold it to?
- No, I don't have any records.
Unless they are personalized.
What I do know is
that I made 10 copies,
and I sold them to five people.
So one of these five
listeners is the killer.
- Or someone who gave
it to the killer.
- It gives me the shivers,
though, to think that it's
someone who was around here.
I don't know what to do.
- Not much you can do, though.
- I will call
the police right now.
- Say what, Mica?
This is all just a coincidence.
It doesn't prove anything.
You can't get anything
clear out of it,
and you're just getting
yourself in more trouble.
- But it feels bad.
This could be a useful clue.
- Come on, girl.
You don't want to report
the creepy delivery guy who's
constantly messing
with you because you're
afraid of what might happen.
And you go and expose yourself
to a guy who might know
you might know where you work.
And on top of that is
already killing people.
Does that make sense, Micaela?
- OK, you're right.
But how am I supposed
to keep opening the store or
work night shifts in Arcadia?
This guy could be
anyone in the world.
- There's nothing you
could do about it.
And you're putting yourself
in the middle of the story.
All we can do is hope that those
who are in charge of these cases
do their job.
It's what it is.
What else can we do?
Do you have anything
to drink around here?
The San
Paolo stadium in Napoli.
This is the venue
for the first semi-final
of the 1990 Italy World Cup.
Argentina coming up against
none other than.
The entire stadium buzzing with
excitement for the big match.
Attention.
- Stop, stop.
Leave that song.
I love it.
- What's the matter?
- Mhm, I was
thinking, and I think
we should tell your husband.
Come clean and see what happens.
- And tell him what?
There's nothing to talk about.
This is what it is.
I don't know.
We can stay.
We can go.
You decide.
- What is it?
- Look, a car.
- What?
- There's a car over there.
- Do you recognize the Chevy?
Could it be your husband?
- I don't think so.
There's no one inside.
Let's go.
I don't like this at all.
- Think, think.
1, 2, 3, 4--
oh, no.
I am missing one.
I can't believe this.
- Good day, precious.
How's my favorite girl?
How's my lovely flower.
- Look Javier, I have no
patience for you today.
Here's more than usual.
Keep the change.
- Hey, come on, I'm done
with your silly games.
I'm not leaving you
until you tell me--
- Stop it, asshole.
- I'm sick of you hitting on me.
There is no way I'm
going out with you.
So don't get
on my fucking nerves.
Take it, take it.
Go away.
I don't want to see
you here anymore.
Jerk!
- Mica!
Everything OK?
- Yes.
I don't know.
The truth is, I'm pretty
upset with everything
that's happening.
And I'm not really
in the mood for assholes.
- I know, and you're
here all alone.
Did you tell your parents
what's going on?
- No, no, no, no.
I'd rather not tell them.
They're isolated on vacation.
- Sure.
But this is serious.
I don't know how you even
dare to go out knowing there's
a crazy person on the street.
- Hey, come on, Sully,
don't give me that shit.
Besides, you move
around on your own, too.
- Yes, but not
during the matches.
I am stuck at my house.
Since I watched the second
match on Argentina won,
my old man has me glued to the
couch as part of his ritual
or whatever.
- Well, nothing's
going to happen.
- I know.
But I wouldn't push
my luck that much either.
- Cut it out now.
- OK.
I'll take the Ruxi record you
owe me from the other day.
- Perfect.
Hello.
Your name is Fernando
Salvo, right?
- You don't look
like a journalist.
- I'm not.
But I like to ask
you a few questions.
- I'm not interested.
And no one in this
town gives a shit.
- Could you see his face?
- He was wearing a mask.
Now, leave me be.
Are you one of those who are
obsessed with morbid stuff?
- No, no, no.
Sorry, but I discovered
something about the killer,
and I don't know
what to do with it.
What if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- So what happened with this?
- Sebastian never returned
for his answering machine
because he was the last
victim after your--
after Miriam.
I discovered that the killer
listened to this cassette
which came from my store.
This is all
so weird, everything.
Way too much.
Listen, I'm a fucking
mess right now.
I had the chance to help Miriam,
but the guy was faster than me.
He caught me off guard.
- What about the husband?
I read she was married.
- We weren't doing
anything wrong.
But no one cared.
But the media say
whatever they wanted.
We met to talk about
a work-related matter.
No, they got him with five more,
so they ruled him out quickly.
- Listen, I know it's
hard, but I might
have something important here.
I don't know exactly what it is.
Maybe you saw something, some
detail about the clothes.
Something that could help
me relate him to a client.
- Nothing specific.
He was wearing a hood over
his head, something covering
his face, and I'm pretty sure he
was wearing gloves because they
didn't find any fingerprints.
- And the vehicle?
Could you see its license plate?
- No, but he was moving
like a young guy.
And of course, it all
happened during the match.
- Hey.
- And that cassette, it's
something you can trace?
Maybe the police could
do something with it.
- No, I can't trace
it, I have nothing.
But you must know something.
Otherwise, what
did you come here?
We should go to the police.
- No, sorry.
I didn't mean to bother you.
I'm not thinking straight.
- You're not thinking straight.
What the hell are
you doing then?
Are you playing detective?
You have to tell me
if you know anything.
He killed her in front of me.
Do you understand that?
- I'm sorry.
End of messages.
I know who you are, Micaela.
- If you like critical
impulse, then you love sand.
You'll see.
Do you need something?
- Yes, I've been looking for the
World Cup killer compilation.
Do you have it?
- What?
- Excuse Me, do you have
the tape of the crazy guy
who kills people?
- Hey, I was here first.
- Guys, take a hike.
This is not the store.
You believe anything,
and then you go vote.
Come on, leave.
Excuse me.
The store is closed.
Thanks.
What the hell are you thinking?
- What's going on?
- How did this happen?
- How did it happen?
Well, Mica, if you go around
telling people everything,
this is what happens.
The press is starving
for information,
and you just serve them a steak.
What were you thinking, Micaela?
Why would you tell anyone
that you made the cassette
this lunatic is using?
- Wait, I didn't.
Yes, I went to meet
this guy Fernando to see
if I could get more information,
to see if I could find
a connection with a client.
- A connection with a client?
Are you even
listening to yourself?
OK, client connector.
Your little Scooby Doo act just
puts you right in the spotlight
for the whole world to see.
- OK, but wait, look, he didn't
mention me by name or the store.
These are just his plain words.
- I'm going to kill her.
- It is not about the name.
It is about the tape that a girl
in a record store recorder
is the one the killer
used to make a call.
And if this lunatic reads
the news, and he bought it here,
it's not rocket science.
- Yeah, but the cassette
could belong to anyone.
- You're not getting it.
Listen, if the killer
bought the cassette here,
he figured out that you made it.
In other words, he knows
you figured out the details.
You get it now?
- Maybe he doesn't
read the papers.
- I think a guy who kills
people during the World Cup
definitely wants attention.
I'm pretty sure
he reads the news.
- This guy is such an idiot.
What do I do?
- No, no, don't blame him.
It's all your fault.
So now keep the record
store closed until
this whole thing blows
over or gets resolved.
It's going to be a full
journalist circus around here.
And you better start
thinking of what you're going
to say to the police, girl.
And maybe figure out
what you're going to hide
during Argentina's next match.
What if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- Hello.
Hi.
- Mica, Mica, I know
you're in there.
Mica, I see you home.
Hey, Mica.
It's me, Javier.
I'm kidding.
Don't be scared.
- You psycho.
Get away from here or I'm
calling the police.
- What a fucking whore.
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
Fucking bitch, whore, cunt.
In the crime segment,
the wave of violence in
Bernal continues.
Last night, neighbors
discovered the body
of Javier Monetti, a 21-year-old
man who was brutally attacked.
Don't miss the full report
on this case and more
in our Evening News.
On a lighter note,
in sports, today
marks a historic moment as the
Argentine team faces Alemania
in the World Cup finals.
- You should put a 29-inch
TV in here so we could
all watch the final together.
- Mate, you're
buying the TV for me.
Go on, get out of here.
See you.
Hey, I am about to close.
- Tell Thomas I fucking left.
- OK, let's look
on the bright side.
One less douchebag in the world.
- Don't say that.
Come on.
I swear, I can't believe it.
- Well, believe it
because it's on the news.
The other good thing is that
maybe thanks to that guy,
you're alive today.
Have you thought about that?
What was the killer doing here?
- Yeah, that's true.
Besides, I told
Javier to fuck off.
- Even worse.
- Thomas, your friend just left.
He told me to let you know.
- OK.
Still having problems?
- Yeah.
I don't know.
Either I make
a move or he's out.
So much drama.
It's suffocating.
- Well, he has a point.
Stop it.
Don't be a coward.
- OK.
See if I can find him.
When he gets like
this, he's unbearable.
Are you staying?
- No.
I'm leaving soon.
I have to go.
- OK.
Catch you later.
- See you.
She hit me
straight to the heart
Like a gift from my birthday
Tore me apart
- I can't believe this.
I have no luck.
No way.
You're cheating.
Start getting retips
because in two or three
moves I will finish.
- Now, we're talking.
OK.
Please don't put down
any double fives.
Hey, what's going
on with Marcus He
used to talk about him nonstop.
Marcus this, Marcus that for
hours on end without a break.
And now you've been
quiet for, like, a week.
- Marcus is over.
Well, I don't even know what he
was because there was nothing.
He's such a loser.
I threw him a billion hands,
and the guy just doesn't get it.
No, Sabri, interested is fine.
Obsessed?
Never.
I'm not here to wake up zombies.
- He wasn't exactly right away.
I knew he was kind of dumb.
I told you so.
I hate to say it,
but I was right.
- Let me tell you
the latest scoop.
You won't believe it.
I've got the house to myself.
My parents won't
be back until late.
I call him and tell him
to come over to study
for the chemistry test.
- Oh, crap.
The game's about to start.
I thought you were
going to watch it here.
It's no problem, really.
- Impossible.
I already told you about
my dad and his superstitions.
- No, Sully, you can't leave
with all the chaos out there.
No way, stay.
Or wait, I'll ask
my dad to drive you.
- Do you want
your dad to hate me?
No.
It's OK.
The game starts in 10.
I'm 5 blocks away.
I'll head out now.
Otherwise, my dad
is going to kill me.
I'm too young to die.
Open the door.
Come on.
- No, wait.
You didn't finish
telling me about Marcus.
I'll tell you later,
because it's a long story.
But here's a teaser.
As soon as he
arrived, he shows me
a huge thermodynamic
synoptic table.
Bye.
I'm gone.
--between Argentina,
the reigning champion,
World Cup.
This is a historic
match-up between two teams,
then faced each
other in the final
just four years ago
at the Mexico '86 World Cup.
- Mica, are you OK?
Is everything all right?
- Is this gusset yours?
- No, it is not mine.
But that backpack's Thomas's.
He left it behind
here last week.
And then again today.
He forgot it.
I'm not going to be responsible
if somebody steals it.
- Wait, what are we going to do?
- What do you mean?
What can we do?
- I don't know.
This could be important.
- Mica, don't get
involved in this shit.
- Do you know who
you sold it to?
- No, I don't have any records,
unless they are personalized.
What I do know is
that I made 10 copies.
So one of these five
listeners is the killer.
- Mica, this is all
just a coincidence.
It doesn't prove anything.
You can't get anything
clear out of it.
And you're just getting
yourself in more trouble.
But they're my issues.
I don't want to talk.
I'm happy knowing that
you'll always have my back.
- Mica?
Are you OK?
--want to get
the papers from the accountant
that needs them.
What if this was--
what if this was last
call you will ever hear?
- What are you doing?
- How did you get in?
- Dude, you left
the door unlocked.
- Stop, Tommy,
don't come closer.
Why are you here?
- I don't understand what
the hell is wrong, Mica?
- You took the mixtape
that was missing, the mix.
- OK, yeah, you caught me.
You know I'm a bit
of a kleptomaniac.
What's all this?
Have you gone completely mad.
What are you thinking?
- Stop, Tommy.
Don't come any closer.
Why are you here?
Why aren't you
watching the match?
Answer me.
I got into a fight with Carlos.
That's what happened.
I'm not in the mood for a match.
I was on my way to your house,
saw you inside the store,
and wanted to be
with my best friend.
But apparently,
I'm a psychopath.
- Then why did you
have that cassette?
I found the empty
box in your backpack.
- I took the cassette because
there were a couple of songs
that Carlos liked,
and I threw awake
the box because I
wanted to make it look
like it made the tape myself.
That's all.
- So one of these five
listeners is the killer.
- Or someone who gave
it to the killer.
- Carlos, please.
The only-- the only two
Dirty fans in Argentina.
Dirty Silence.
I love that Band.
- You know, we're
probably the only two
fans of Dirty in Argentina.
- Emergency.
I need an ambulance sent
to 9 of Julio 713 urgently.
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, I'm sorry.
I called an ambulance.
Sorry.
Tommy.
Tommy, forgive me, please.
Hey, open.
Come out, son of a bitch.
Open.
- Do you know the attacker's
full name or where he lives?
Any information you can provide
to help us track him down.
- All I know is that
his name is Carlos.
I met him days ago, so I
don't have much information.
He was a friend of Thomas.
OK.
We appreciate your cooperation.
We'll get back to you
when we have a little bit
more information, OK?
If you need us to take you to
your parents' house or anything,
just please let us know.
We have a car
at your disposition.
Just please let us know.
Mica,
you know that even
though you were far away, you
can count on us for anything.
- Thanks, dad.
My mind is all over the place.
Have you
seen Thomas' parents yet?
- Yes.
Yes, I don't know.
I couldn't look them in the eye.
I feel awful.
I swear, I can't believe it.
Listen, don't
watch TV, don't read newspapers,
don't look for updates.
Try to take your mind
off all this, please.
- Yes, I know.
And don't be alone.
- Yeah, auntie said she's
coming by sometime today.
Were you able
to arrange something?
Yes.
We managed to change
the flight, but the earliest
we could get it tomorrow night.
- OK, Dad, I gotta go.
She's here.
You know
mum and I love you, right?
- Tell mom I'm fine
and send her my love.
- OK, sweetheart.
- Bye bye.
OK bye bye.
Who's there?
Who's there?
The list of murders
during the match between
Argentina and Germany
is growing.
Police found the body of Carlos
Viagra, a 20-year-old man.
Viagra was identified
by the survivor, Micaela Silva,
as the alleged perpetrator
of the recent acts of violence.
This case adds
to the latest victims,
Soledad Leroy and Tomas Bosio.
The real culprit
remains unidentified
by local authorities.
We have
to finish what we started.
I don't know when, but I'm
coming for you Micaela.
Nine in the morning
I'm still on the run
The sun is shining
My eyes wide open
Coming from the ditch
I don't give a fuck
Looking like an old bitch
I need to make a fast buck
I wanna live fast
I wanna die young
I need a place to crashout
or need a blast
Never want to go down
Overloaded,
overloaded, overloaded
I wanna be a junkie,
wanna destroy my body
Let me do it one more time
I wanna get high till I die
Get some dope
Something to abuse
Then I only hope
I love to light the fuse
I need a fix
I wanna get stuck
Then I get my kick
It takes me to the guts
I want to die tomorrow
And live forever
My mind is ready to blow
I feel like a sick
motherfucker Overloaded
Overloaded
Overloaded
I want to be junkie
Want to destroy my body
Let me do it one more time
I want to get high until I die
1, 2, 3
I want to be a junkie
4, 5, 6
Provide my fix
7, 8
Really can't wait
9, 10
This death will never end
1, 2, 3
I want to be a junkie
4, 5, 6
Provide my fix
7, 8
Really can't wait
9, 10
This death will never
end Ah!
Overloaded
Overloaded
Overloaded
I want to be a junkie
Want to destroy my body
Let me do it one more time
I want to get high until I
die Overloaded
Overloaded
Overloaded
Ah-ah-ah!
Ask me anything
And I will tell you a lie
Give me your love
And I will make you cry
Give me your trust
And I'll toy with
your lovely existence
Before it's too late
You'd better take some distance
Anything that
shines in your heart
I'll turn it to rust
All I got will turn to dust
I just gotta satisfy my lust
Dead boy
A dead boy tonight
What a sweet sensation
When you never do it right
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
Dead boy
A dead boy tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
This time I'm scared
Nothing will turn out fine
I went too far
I've seen it in your eyes
Anything that
shines in your heart
I'll turn it to rust
All I got will turn to dust
I just gotta satisfy my lust
Dead boy
A dead boy tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Dead boy
- Come on, come on.
Where are you?
It's about to start.
- Hey, someone's there?
Yeah, I'm a friend.
Carl as it is.
Come on, where the fuck
are you now, man?
Hey, Tommy.
Are we meeting after
the match in Arcadia?
Sure, see you there.
This is a crucial match
for the Argentine national
team after a surprising defeat
against Cameroon.
We are just minutes--
- What idiot's calling
during the match.
Now, the National anthem.
Argentina, despite
Pompeo's surprise
injury early
in the match, regaining
hope thanks to Troglio header.
- Here we go, my little fellas.
Let's go.
Come on, come on, come on.
That's it.
Let's move.
Get the ball out.
Troglio has it.
Controlling the midfield
with the eyes
of the Yugoslavian
players fixed on him.
The team is clearly focused
as they dominate their opponent.
- Come on.
Take off that clown
face, you fucking cunt.
Goal!
Goal for Argentina!
Ask me anything
and I will tell you a lie
Give me your love
and I will make you cry
Give me your trust and I'll
toy with your lovely existense
So before it's too late, you'd
better take some distance
Anything shine in your heart,
I'll turn into rust
All I got will turn to dust
I just gotta satisfy my lust
Dead boy, a dead boy, tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy, a dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy, I
love your cyanide.
Dead boy, a dead boy, tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy, dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
This time I'm scared,
nothing will turn out fine
Dead boy
- Hey!
My name is coming down.
Oh, show me down.
My way.
- Listen, if you stay
low and keep shooting,
the bombs won't hit you.
- Hey, what are you doing?
- With the device?
- All right, take one.
- Hey, how are you, Tommy?
- Can you buy me a beer.
I have no money.
- Sure.
- Clown.
- For your information,
Argentina won.
- Yes, it's
on the match yesterday.
And you left me hanging.
You told me you were going
to help me set up the speaker.
And I ended up doing
it all by myself.
- Yeah, I know.
It's just that my head
is somewhere else today.
- It's the whole thing.
- What's up?
- No, not today.
I need to unwind.
Argentina won.
We finally left behind
the ghost of Cameroon.
Speaking of the store, where
does your dad come back, again?
- I don't know, I think
maybe end of July.
No, no, no, Tomas, don't
even think about it.
- Listen, a small gathering,
just a few people,
our closest friends.
Pizza, no clothes--
- Hi, amiga.
How are you?
- Hi.
- I forgot to stop
by the store today.
Tell me if you brought
me the cassette--
- Oh.
- --I asked you.
- Yeah.
Here they are.
It's 120,000 estrails.
- OK.
It's obtained.
- Thank you.
- Hey, can you find me any VHS
tapes of the Deep Blue concert?
- Yes.
I'm not sure exactly what
you're trying to find,
but we have an '84 VHS
version at the store.
I can also ask my old man
if he has the '89 version
they recorded in Japan.
- OK, let me know.
- Will do See you.
- Thanks, Mikhail.
- Come, let me introduce
you to a friend.
Carlos, this maximum
genius here is Micaela, OK?
Perfect pitch, a sound prodigy.
Good tempered?
Well, not really.
And besides working
as a DJ, she's
the owner of the record
store so that officially
makes her the best, for sure.
Mica, this is Carlos.
Not as great, but he
has his charm.
- Thank you.
- Well, the record
shop isn't mine.
It's my dad's.
- Hey, it's good
what it's sounding.
What it is?
- Blue Summer, English
Hard Rock band.
If you like that,
you'll love them.
The records start
in the neighborhood.
You can ask him to take
you in, and I'll let
you listen to the whole album.
It hasn't been
released here yet.
It's supported.
- Well, I forgot
to tell you that she
has a merchant's thirst.
- He's a potential client,
and he has a good ear.
So if you need anything,
I'm at your service.
- A natural saleswoman.
If you let her, she'll
sell you an empty box.
- I love that.
I'll be there in a week.
- OK.
Listen Mica, we are leaving.
Can I drop by later?
- You're having
troubles at home again?
- Yeah, well.
It's routine.
It seems like they're
at the age where
they take it all out on me.
- OK.
My doors are always open.
See you later.
- Again, another D. There is no
such thing as a cap with a C.
We all have world up.
There's clearly scamming us.
Did her husband leave her?
Or she got fired from work.
Or maybe she's upset
because of the dollar.
Well, I guess in this
country it could
all happen at the same time.
Come on, poor girl.
She looks sad.
- Well, yeah.
Mica, I'll see you later.
I owe you one.
- Oh, yeah.
Speaking of that, would
you hand them out?
- Well, if someone
asked for a favor,
then immediately
makes you pay for it,
one might think
the favors more about
self-interest than kindness.
Good thing I know you,
and that's not the case.
OK.
Catch you later.
What is this?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Do you know where they open?
- Right now.
Careful with the speaker.
Don't bump into it.
Did you bring that
machine to repair?
- Yeah.
It fell and got busted.
- Listen, I can
take it if you want,
but my old man is the one who
actually repairs the equipment,
and he's currently away.
Still, if it's not complicated,
I might take a look
and see if I can fix it.
But I already have some
equipment waiting in line.
- Screw it.
I brought all this
way, so go ahead.
- Great.
- So how does this work?
- Simple.
I sell cassettes put
together by musical genres,
or they can also
be personalized.
OK, for example, tell me
three bands that you like.
- Let me see.
I like Ramones,
Pistols and Stooges.
- OK.
Punk, garage rock, some
rockabilly for sure.
Got it.
Look, here, in addition
to those bands you mentioned,
you'll have The Clash,
The Dead Boys, if you
haven't heard them before.
They will break your mind.
You'll also have Talking
Heads, and I added a song
by Blondie, which I love.
- Oh, I know less
than half of them.
But if you say they're like
the other band, I'm in.
- You'll see.
You'll love them.
My clients have no complaints.
Here, I'll need
you to sign this,
and I'll let you know when the
answering machine is repaired.
Just a second.
I'll be right with you.
- How much is this?
- That one is 30,000 australs.
I tell you what's
in it in a minute.
Oh, yes.
Thanks for the change.
- Mica.
- You still got half left.
- Don't say that to me.
Listen, what I did was
to optimize the location,
strategically choose each
place to reach new customers
and waste less paper.
You have to think
about everything, dear.
- Oh, come on, cut
it out, Thomas.
If this is how you're
going to help, I'll do it.
- Don't frown.
Your face will wrinkle.
- Check this out.
- So you suddenly
interested in the World Cup?
- No.
Remember, the woman we
saw crying in that house?
- Can you give me
a quick summary.
I'm too lazy to read.
- It says her father was
killed, and apparently, it
wasn't a robbery.
- What a shame.
But these things
happen all the time,
and people get really upset.
What can we do?
- You're a jerk.
Don't you care?
This happened right here.
You're a pain today, aren't you?
Here, make yourself
useful and restock.
- At your orders, boss.
- Hey, Mica.
Sweetheart, how are you?
- Hi, Javier.
Oh, the price went up again?
- Look, I don't set the prices.
If you ask me, I
give them to you.
I'm not the owner
of the company.
Take it easy, all right?
But to make up for it, would
you like to go for a drink?
Or to the movies on Saturday?
- No, I have a lot
of things to do.
- Look what I got.
That's for you.
- Thank you.
And Javier, I have
a lot of things to do.
Do you need anything else?
- Always playing hard to get.
Let's go out.
I promise you'll
have a good time.
- OK, Mica, we need
to keep on working.
We talk to sell.
If they don't buy,
we don't talk.
Simple.
The law of the good salesman.
- Bye, gorgeous.
See you later.
- OK.
- He's so annoying.
You're being too soft with him.
I don't understand why
you don't call the office
and tell them to change
him for another guy.
- Because they barely know him.
I only know his name,
but he knows where I work.
What if they kick him out
and then he comes here?
No, it's safer this way.
- He's such a douche.
Can I keep this?
- Yes, keep it.
Argentina now has the chance
to make the difference.
Ivkovic under the post.
Uhuru is calm.
He takes distance as soon
as he leaves the area.
He's up.
He strikes.
Goal.
Goal for Argentina.
Goal for Argentina 2 nil.
Stijkovic approaches
the penalty spot.
He calms his nerves
while placing the ball.
Going goal ready for him.
Yugoslavia's number
10 takes a long run.
Stojkovic strikes.
He strikes.
And hits the post.
Post and out of the field.
- Yes.
Come on.
Stojkovic misses the penalty!
He's put it wide.
Argentina's still in the lead.
We're witnessing
a historic moment.
The whole country is watching,
expectant, glued to the radio
and television screens.
Diego.
- Come on, Diego.
Come on, come on, Diego.
Diego, Diego.
Ikovic saves the ball.
- No, no,
- The Yogoslavoan
goalkeeper saves the goal.
The hopes
of a nation are in his hands.
You can see it all in your face.
And he strikes it.
He strikes it.
- Mica, are you coming
on Monday, right?
- No, I can't make it on Monday.
I'll come on Tuesday,
and I'll bring your order.
You're going to be blown away.
- Sure.
OK.
Finish your game.
- Stop.
Don't Jinx me.
This is my last ball.
What's up?
Are you going to be a gentleman
and walk me to my house?
- When am I not a gentleman?
It's practically my middle name.
- Come on, man.
Why so mysterious?
Why are you not telling me?
- It's nothing.
Just everyone busting my balls.
- Who is everyone?
- I'm the one asking.
If you feel attacked,
don't take it out on me.
Getting drunk isn't going
to make your problems go away.
Don't hide.
- They don't disappear.
But it does push them
away for a long time.
It's like a goalkeeper kicking
the ball past the half pitch.
But they my issues.
I don't want to talk.
Don't worry.
I'm happy knowing that
you'll always have my back.
- Of course.
You're very clever,
annoying as hell.
You always take it too far.
But here I am.
If that's not having
your back for eternity,
Thomas, then nothing is.
Does it have something
to do with that supposed
girlfriend who is always
mentioned but never seen?
- Come on.
You're a pain too.
Can we talk about
something else?
- Hey, guys.
Come on.
I don't want to be rude,
but I want to hit home.
So can you leave.
Hang outside, please.
- Oh, yes, Claudio.
Sorry.
See you on Tuesday.
- Mhm.
- Do we talk outside?
- Tommy, it's all right.
Just leave.
- Sure.
Let's go.
And now a full hour
of hits on radio universe.
You're listening
to Camelot's new song,
"There's Not Much To Lose.
Here with a dream
walking tall deserve a chance
I'm howling like a wildfire
caught in a trance.
In a reversal leather
jacket danced by her lover
Lost in the night we never got--
- Are you OK?
- Yes.
You caught me by surprise.
So you are Thomas'
friend, right?
- Yes, Carlos.
We have met in Arcadia.
I'm late, but I came
to keep my promise.
Blue Summer, remember?
The one you showed me
the other day at the bar.
You told me you had the latest
album, and here I am.
- Yes.
You caught me off guard.
I'll bring you the cassette
I told you about.
You'll love them, you'll see.
It sounds amazing and makes
up Def Leppard and Eden.
Rock guitar sound,
epic choruses,
typical of English fans.
A very personal style of rock.
Just a second, I have to set
it up, so you can hear it well.
- This looks dangerous.
It's safe?
- I've been working in it
for about two months now.
Finding the exact position
to get the best sound out of it,
I had to wait until my parents
left to construct it.
So yes, yes, it
can be dangerous.
- This sucks.
- This track?
But you told me you loved it?
- No, the newspaper.
I saw you were
concerned about it.
- Yes.
- And if we're speaking
about the music, I love it.
- Well, if you're interested,
I also make unique music mixes
and all different
types of calculations.
Dirty Silence.
I love that band.
You know, we're
probably the only two
fans of Dirty in Argentina.
And this, I'm taking this.
- I get it, but I
don't understand
why it affects you so much.
Did he ask you out or something?
Did you think he was hot?
- No.
- So what's the problem.
You didn't even know him.
- Don't act like
an asshole, Tomas.
- OK.
- We read about
tragedies that happen
every day in the newspaper.
But they're just
names and photos
stuck on a piece of paper.
Besides, it's strange talking
to someone and then finding out
they were killed.
Doesn't it scare you that two
people from our neighborhood
were killed?
Does it seem normal to you?
- Two?
It's more like five.
- The guy you're talking
about is the fifth person who
was killed in our neighborhood.
- Huh?
- Yes, I feel really
scared in the streets.
My neighbor was killed
during Brazil's match.
It's terrible.
- I didn't know that.
- Me too.
- It's a nightmare.
The problem is that
with the World Cup
playing all day
in the background,
people don't pay attention.
My neighbor reported
that she was being
threatened over the phone.
The police didn't
do a damn thing.
- Did you bring that
machine to repair?
- Yeah, it fell and got busted.
- Two days after,
she was killed.
So imagine that.
- This kid, Sebastian Levski,
sends her machine to be
fixed before he got killed.
- It has a cassette inside?
- Yes, apparently it
broken out stuck there.
- Well, I don't
think he would care.
Hi, Sebastian.
Remember to go downtown to get
the papers from the accountant.
Dad needs them.
Kisses.
We repair transformers.
All the types of devices.
- Come on.
- That was strange.
What if this was the last call
you will ever hear?
End of messages.
- Interesting.
- Well, gotta go.
- Wait, what are we going to do?
- What do you mean?
What can we do?
- I don't know.
This could be important.
Mica,
- Don't get involved
with this shit.
I gotta go.
I'm already late.
See you later.
Last call you will ever hear.
End.
What if this was the last
call you will ever hear?
Last call you will ever hear.
What if this was the last
call you will ever hear.
This was-- what if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- Dirty, Dirty, Dirty.
Dirty, Dirty, Dirty.
Dirty.
What if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- Hi.
It's not 8 o'clock
yet, you closed?
- Today we closed earlier.
Sorry.
- Could you tell me
the latest Solace album?
I'm headed to a birthday
party and I have no gift.
I'm begging you, please.
- Hi.
Hi, Mica.
Dad here.
Where were you?
- Oh, what's up dad?
Sorry, I couldn't
answer your call.
I was arranging
a shelf and that's it.
How's everything over there?
Is mom all right?
Oh,
yeah, she's fine.
We've been walking around
a lot going here and there.
Mom's fascinating
with everything here.
Hey, I'm looking
at some crazy equipment.
Get ready because I'm
coming back
with a bunch.
Mica, can you hear me?
Mica, are you there?
Mica?
What the--
- Hey.
Hey, sorry.
We are losing connection.
The store is fine.
Set of neon
lights, Sunset Strip
We're running through the night
Speeding fast
No time to lose
- Mica, the music.
- Sorry, I got distracted.
- Did you bring my order.
- Claudia, you're
going to kill me.
No, I forgot at the store.
Sorry.
My head's in the clouds today.
I'll stop by the store later
and take it to your house,
I promise.
- Hey, well, I'll be damned.
Looks like I called
you with my mind.
- What's up.
I just came back to pick
an order for Claudia.
- Seriously, what's the matter?
- Yeah, I know you saw me.
Sorry, I had to go.
- Problems?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- Want to come inside?
- It's complicated.
I don't even know
where to start.
- Maybe it's not
that complicated.
I mean, I don't find
complicated than my best
friend has a boyfriend.
Come on, dude.
We've known each other
since we were 12.
You like Cyndi Lauper
more than Pat Benatar.
What's the problem?
- This is why you're the best?
I wish you were my parents.
Would you like to adopt me?
- No way, dude.
You're quite the expense.
- My head's spinning.
Between what I'm keeping
inside, the trouble I
have getting it out,
and Carlos won't
stop pressuring me about coming
out, I just can't take it.
- Well, he's right, you know.
Are you going to keep
it inside forever?
You need to be free.
- Yeah, I know he's right.
But it's hard for me.
And my old man has
a heart of stone.
He will never accept me.
He will kick me out
of the house for sure, which
you know he's capable of doing.
And I don't know if I can
deal with it at the moment.
- You don't know that.
Besides, you don't need him
to accept, just to understand.
- Easier said than done, though.
- Listen, it's your life,
not your parents.
And it's better
to face your problems
by talking about them, or what?
Are you going to keep
them inside forever?
- No way.
You'll suffer.
- Yeah, it's just
not the right time.
OK, I know it's never
the right time, but--
well, let's talk about
something else, come on.
I need a break, please.
- Do you want to hear
something very strange.
- My favorite things.
- Do you remember
the recording we were
listening to the other day?
The voicemail message.
Well, I discovered that
the person who made that call
was listening to this mix tape.
- And how do you know
this is the cassette?
- Because I know.
It's a Dirty track,
followed by one by Komplot.
What are the chances of someone
doing this exact same mix?
Thomas, I'm telling you that
the tape that the murderer was
listening to, I recorded it.
- And do you know
who you sold it to?
- No, I don't have any records.
Unless they are personalized.
What I do know is
that I made 10 copies,
and I sold them to five people.
So one of these five
listeners is the killer.
- Or someone who gave
it to the killer.
- It gives me the shivers,
though, to think that it's
someone who was around here.
I don't know what to do.
- Not much you can do, though.
- I will call
the police right now.
- Say what, Mica?
This is all just a coincidence.
It doesn't prove anything.
You can't get anything
clear out of it,
and you're just getting
yourself in more trouble.
- But it feels bad.
This could be a useful clue.
- Come on, girl.
You don't want to report
the creepy delivery guy who's
constantly messing
with you because you're
afraid of what might happen.
And you go and expose yourself
to a guy who might know
you might know where you work.
And on top of that is
already killing people.
Does that make sense, Micaela?
- OK, you're right.
But how am I supposed
to keep opening the store or
work night shifts in Arcadia?
This guy could be
anyone in the world.
- There's nothing you
could do about it.
And you're putting yourself
in the middle of the story.
All we can do is hope that those
who are in charge of these cases
do their job.
It's what it is.
What else can we do?
Do you have anything
to drink around here?
The San
Paolo stadium in Napoli.
This is the venue
for the first semi-final
of the 1990 Italy World Cup.
Argentina coming up against
none other than.
The entire stadium buzzing with
excitement for the big match.
Attention.
- Stop, stop.
Leave that song.
I love it.
- What's the matter?
- Mhm, I was
thinking, and I think
we should tell your husband.
Come clean and see what happens.
- And tell him what?
There's nothing to talk about.
This is what it is.
I don't know.
We can stay.
We can go.
You decide.
- What is it?
- Look, a car.
- What?
- There's a car over there.
- Do you recognize the Chevy?
Could it be your husband?
- I don't think so.
There's no one inside.
Let's go.
I don't like this at all.
- Think, think.
1, 2, 3, 4--
oh, no.
I am missing one.
I can't believe this.
- Good day, precious.
How's my favorite girl?
How's my lovely flower.
- Look Javier, I have no
patience for you today.
Here's more than usual.
Keep the change.
- Hey, come on, I'm done
with your silly games.
I'm not leaving you
until you tell me--
- Stop it, asshole.
- I'm sick of you hitting on me.
There is no way I'm
going out with you.
So don't get
on my fucking nerves.
Take it, take it.
Go away.
I don't want to see
you here anymore.
Jerk!
- Mica!
Everything OK?
- Yes.
I don't know.
The truth is, I'm pretty
upset with everything
that's happening.
And I'm not really
in the mood for assholes.
- I know, and you're
here all alone.
Did you tell your parents
what's going on?
- No, no, no, no.
I'd rather not tell them.
They're isolated on vacation.
- Sure.
But this is serious.
I don't know how you even
dare to go out knowing there's
a crazy person on the street.
- Hey, come on, Sully,
don't give me that shit.
Besides, you move
around on your own, too.
- Yes, but not
during the matches.
I am stuck at my house.
Since I watched the second
match on Argentina won,
my old man has me glued to the
couch as part of his ritual
or whatever.
- Well, nothing's
going to happen.
- I know.
But I wouldn't push
my luck that much either.
- Cut it out now.
- OK.
I'll take the Ruxi record you
owe me from the other day.
- Perfect.
Hello.
Your name is Fernando
Salvo, right?
- You don't look
like a journalist.
- I'm not.
But I like to ask
you a few questions.
- I'm not interested.
And no one in this
town gives a shit.
- Could you see his face?
- He was wearing a mask.
Now, leave me be.
Are you one of those who are
obsessed with morbid stuff?
- No, no, no.
Sorry, but I discovered
something about the killer,
and I don't know
what to do with it.
What if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- So what happened with this?
- Sebastian never returned
for his answering machine
because he was the last
victim after your--
after Miriam.
I discovered that the killer
listened to this cassette
which came from my store.
This is all
so weird, everything.
Way too much.
Listen, I'm a fucking
mess right now.
I had the chance to help Miriam,
but the guy was faster than me.
He caught me off guard.
- What about the husband?
I read she was married.
- We weren't doing
anything wrong.
But no one cared.
But the media say
whatever they wanted.
We met to talk about
a work-related matter.
No, they got him with five more,
so they ruled him out quickly.
- Listen, I know it's
hard, but I might
have something important here.
I don't know exactly what it is.
Maybe you saw something, some
detail about the clothes.
Something that could help
me relate him to a client.
- Nothing specific.
He was wearing a hood over
his head, something covering
his face, and I'm pretty sure he
was wearing gloves because they
didn't find any fingerprints.
- And the vehicle?
Could you see its license plate?
- No, but he was moving
like a young guy.
And of course, it all
happened during the match.
- Hey.
- And that cassette, it's
something you can trace?
Maybe the police could
do something with it.
- No, I can't trace
it, I have nothing.
But you must know something.
Otherwise, what
did you come here?
We should go to the police.
- No, sorry.
I didn't mean to bother you.
I'm not thinking straight.
- You're not thinking straight.
What the hell are
you doing then?
Are you playing detective?
You have to tell me
if you know anything.
He killed her in front of me.
Do you understand that?
- I'm sorry.
End of messages.
I know who you are, Micaela.
- If you like critical
impulse, then you love sand.
You'll see.
Do you need something?
- Yes, I've been looking for the
World Cup killer compilation.
Do you have it?
- What?
- Excuse Me, do you have
the tape of the crazy guy
who kills people?
- Hey, I was here first.
- Guys, take a hike.
This is not the store.
You believe anything,
and then you go vote.
Come on, leave.
Excuse me.
The store is closed.
Thanks.
What the hell are you thinking?
- What's going on?
- How did this happen?
- How did it happen?
Well, Mica, if you go around
telling people everything,
this is what happens.
The press is starving
for information,
and you just serve them a steak.
What were you thinking, Micaela?
Why would you tell anyone
that you made the cassette
this lunatic is using?
- Wait, I didn't.
Yes, I went to meet
this guy Fernando to see
if I could get more information,
to see if I could find
a connection with a client.
- A connection with a client?
Are you even
listening to yourself?
OK, client connector.
Your little Scooby Doo act just
puts you right in the spotlight
for the whole world to see.
- OK, but wait, look, he didn't
mention me by name or the store.
These are just his plain words.
- I'm going to kill her.
- It is not about the name.
It is about the tape that a girl
in a record store recorder
is the one the killer
used to make a call.
And if this lunatic reads
the news, and he bought it here,
it's not rocket science.
- Yeah, but the cassette
could belong to anyone.
- You're not getting it.
Listen, if the killer
bought the cassette here,
he figured out that you made it.
In other words, he knows
you figured out the details.
You get it now?
- Maybe he doesn't
read the papers.
- I think a guy who kills
people during the World Cup
definitely wants attention.
I'm pretty sure
he reads the news.
- This guy is such an idiot.
What do I do?
- No, no, don't blame him.
It's all your fault.
So now keep the record
store closed until
this whole thing blows
over or gets resolved.
It's going to be a full
journalist circus around here.
And you better start
thinking of what you're going
to say to the police, girl.
And maybe figure out
what you're going to hide
during Argentina's next match.
What if this was
the last call you'll ever hear?
- Hello.
Hi.
- Mica, Mica, I know
you're in there.
Mica, I see you home.
Hey, Mica.
It's me, Javier.
I'm kidding.
Don't be scared.
- You psycho.
Get away from here or I'm
calling the police.
- What a fucking whore.
Why don't you go fuck yourself?
Fucking bitch, whore, cunt.
In the crime segment,
the wave of violence in
Bernal continues.
Last night, neighbors
discovered the body
of Javier Monetti, a 21-year-old
man who was brutally attacked.
Don't miss the full report
on this case and more
in our Evening News.
On a lighter note,
in sports, today
marks a historic moment as the
Argentine team faces Alemania
in the World Cup finals.
- You should put a 29-inch
TV in here so we could
all watch the final together.
- Mate, you're
buying the TV for me.
Go on, get out of here.
See you.
Hey, I am about to close.
- Tell Thomas I fucking left.
- OK, let's look
on the bright side.
One less douchebag in the world.
- Don't say that.
Come on.
I swear, I can't believe it.
- Well, believe it
because it's on the news.
The other good thing is that
maybe thanks to that guy,
you're alive today.
Have you thought about that?
What was the killer doing here?
- Yeah, that's true.
Besides, I told
Javier to fuck off.
- Even worse.
- Thomas, your friend just left.
He told me to let you know.
- OK.
Still having problems?
- Yeah.
I don't know.
Either I make
a move or he's out.
So much drama.
It's suffocating.
- Well, he has a point.
Stop it.
Don't be a coward.
- OK.
See if I can find him.
When he gets like
this, he's unbearable.
Are you staying?
- No.
I'm leaving soon.
I have to go.
- OK.
Catch you later.
- See you.
She hit me
straight to the heart
Like a gift from my birthday
Tore me apart
- I can't believe this.
I have no luck.
No way.
You're cheating.
Start getting retips
because in two or three
moves I will finish.
- Now, we're talking.
OK.
Please don't put down
any double fives.
Hey, what's going
on with Marcus He
used to talk about him nonstop.
Marcus this, Marcus that for
hours on end without a break.
And now you've been
quiet for, like, a week.
- Marcus is over.
Well, I don't even know what he
was because there was nothing.
He's such a loser.
I threw him a billion hands,
and the guy just doesn't get it.
No, Sabri, interested is fine.
Obsessed?
Never.
I'm not here to wake up zombies.
- He wasn't exactly right away.
I knew he was kind of dumb.
I told you so.
I hate to say it,
but I was right.
- Let me tell you
the latest scoop.
You won't believe it.
I've got the house to myself.
My parents won't
be back until late.
I call him and tell him
to come over to study
for the chemistry test.
- Oh, crap.
The game's about to start.
I thought you were
going to watch it here.
It's no problem, really.
- Impossible.
I already told you about
my dad and his superstitions.
- No, Sully, you can't leave
with all the chaos out there.
No way, stay.
Or wait, I'll ask
my dad to drive you.
- Do you want
your dad to hate me?
No.
It's OK.
The game starts in 10.
I'm 5 blocks away.
I'll head out now.
Otherwise, my dad
is going to kill me.
I'm too young to die.
Open the door.
Come on.
- No, wait.
You didn't finish
telling me about Marcus.
I'll tell you later,
because it's a long story.
But here's a teaser.
As soon as he
arrived, he shows me
a huge thermodynamic
synoptic table.
Bye.
I'm gone.
--between Argentina,
the reigning champion,
World Cup.
This is a historic
match-up between two teams,
then faced each
other in the final
just four years ago
at the Mexico '86 World Cup.
- Mica, are you OK?
Is everything all right?
- Is this gusset yours?
- No, it is not mine.
But that backpack's Thomas's.
He left it behind
here last week.
And then again today.
He forgot it.
I'm not going to be responsible
if somebody steals it.
- Wait, what are we going to do?
- What do you mean?
What can we do?
- I don't know.
This could be important.
- Mica, don't get
involved in this shit.
- Do you know who
you sold it to?
- No, I don't have any records,
unless they are personalized.
What I do know is
that I made 10 copies.
So one of these five
listeners is the killer.
- Mica, this is all
just a coincidence.
It doesn't prove anything.
You can't get anything
clear out of it.
And you're just getting
yourself in more trouble.
But they're my issues.
I don't want to talk.
I'm happy knowing that
you'll always have my back.
- Mica?
Are you OK?
--want to get
the papers from the accountant
that needs them.
What if this was--
what if this was last
call you will ever hear?
- What are you doing?
- How did you get in?
- Dude, you left
the door unlocked.
- Stop, Tommy,
don't come closer.
Why are you here?
- I don't understand what
the hell is wrong, Mica?
- You took the mixtape
that was missing, the mix.
- OK, yeah, you caught me.
You know I'm a bit
of a kleptomaniac.
What's all this?
Have you gone completely mad.
What are you thinking?
- Stop, Tommy.
Don't come any closer.
Why are you here?
Why aren't you
watching the match?
Answer me.
I got into a fight with Carlos.
That's what happened.
I'm not in the mood for a match.
I was on my way to your house,
saw you inside the store,
and wanted to be
with my best friend.
But apparently,
I'm a psychopath.
- Then why did you
have that cassette?
I found the empty
box in your backpack.
- I took the cassette because
there were a couple of songs
that Carlos liked,
and I threw awake
the box because I
wanted to make it look
like it made the tape myself.
That's all.
- So one of these five
listeners is the killer.
- Or someone who gave
it to the killer.
- Carlos, please.
The only-- the only two
Dirty fans in Argentina.
Dirty Silence.
I love that Band.
- You know, we're
probably the only two
fans of Dirty in Argentina.
- Emergency.
I need an ambulance sent
to 9 of Julio 713 urgently.
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, I'm sorry.
I called an ambulance.
Sorry.
Tommy.
Tommy, forgive me, please.
Hey, open.
Come out, son of a bitch.
Open.
- Do you know the attacker's
full name or where he lives?
Any information you can provide
to help us track him down.
- All I know is that
his name is Carlos.
I met him days ago, so I
don't have much information.
He was a friend of Thomas.
OK.
We appreciate your cooperation.
We'll get back to you
when we have a little bit
more information, OK?
If you need us to take you to
your parents' house or anything,
just please let us know.
We have a car
at your disposition.
Just please let us know.
Mica,
you know that even
though you were far away, you
can count on us for anything.
- Thanks, dad.
My mind is all over the place.
Have you
seen Thomas' parents yet?
- Yes.
Yes, I don't know.
I couldn't look them in the eye.
I feel awful.
I swear, I can't believe it.
Listen, don't
watch TV, don't read newspapers,
don't look for updates.
Try to take your mind
off all this, please.
- Yes, I know.
And don't be alone.
- Yeah, auntie said she's
coming by sometime today.
Were you able
to arrange something?
Yes.
We managed to change
the flight, but the earliest
we could get it tomorrow night.
- OK, Dad, I gotta go.
She's here.
You know
mum and I love you, right?
- Tell mom I'm fine
and send her my love.
- OK, sweetheart.
- Bye bye.
OK bye bye.
Who's there?
Who's there?
The list of murders
during the match between
Argentina and Germany
is growing.
Police found the body of Carlos
Viagra, a 20-year-old man.
Viagra was identified
by the survivor, Micaela Silva,
as the alleged perpetrator
of the recent acts of violence.
This case adds
to the latest victims,
Soledad Leroy and Tomas Bosio.
The real culprit
remains unidentified
by local authorities.
We have
to finish what we started.
I don't know when, but I'm
coming for you Micaela.
Nine in the morning
I'm still on the run
The sun is shining
My eyes wide open
Coming from the ditch
I don't give a fuck
Looking like an old bitch
I need to make a fast buck
I wanna live fast
I wanna die young
I need a place to crashout
or need a blast
Never want to go down
Overloaded,
overloaded, overloaded
I wanna be a junkie,
wanna destroy my body
Let me do it one more time
I wanna get high till I die
Get some dope
Something to abuse
Then I only hope
I love to light the fuse
I need a fix
I wanna get stuck
Then I get my kick
It takes me to the guts
I want to die tomorrow
And live forever
My mind is ready to blow
I feel like a sick
motherfucker Overloaded
Overloaded
Overloaded
I want to be junkie
Want to destroy my body
Let me do it one more time
I want to get high until I die
1, 2, 3
I want to be a junkie
4, 5, 6
Provide my fix
7, 8
Really can't wait
9, 10
This death will never end
1, 2, 3
I want to be a junkie
4, 5, 6
Provide my fix
7, 8
Really can't wait
9, 10
This death will never
end Ah!
Overloaded
Overloaded
Overloaded
I want to be a junkie
Want to destroy my body
Let me do it one more time
I want to get high until I
die Overloaded
Overloaded
Overloaded
Ah-ah-ah!
Ask me anything
And I will tell you a lie
Give me your love
And I will make you cry
Give me your trust
And I'll toy with
your lovely existence
Before it's too late
You'd better take some distance
Anything that
shines in your heart
I'll turn it to rust
All I got will turn to dust
I just gotta satisfy my lust
Dead boy
A dead boy tonight
What a sweet sensation
When you never do it right
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
Dead boy
A dead boy tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
This time I'm scared
Nothing will turn out fine
I went too far
I've seen it in your eyes
Anything that
shines in your heart
I'll turn it to rust
All I got will turn to dust
I just gotta satisfy my lust
Dead boy
A dead boy tonight
What a sweet sensation
when you never do it right
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Ain't no remedy
I love your cyanide
Dead boy
A dead boy inside
Dead boy