The Road of Life

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Let's help him!

Leave him to die, him! Why was he waiting, putting us at risk?

"ASSAULT ON AN AUTO PARTS DEALER BY JUVENILE DELINQUENTS"

THE WAY OF LIFE:

Is the Director in? I'd like to speak with him.

May I ask who came calling here?

The lawyer Jos Gutierrez.

The lawyer Jos Gutierrez wants to talk to you, Doctor.

Let him in.

Sit down, please.

Tell me, Counselor, what I can do for you?

Doctor, I have come to...

that is, I think, I came here in order...

I think, Doctor, that if I explain, you'll understand the reason for my visit.

I was once consigned to juvenile court.

You, Counselor?

Yes, doctor, to the former court, which wasn't as nice as this.

I achieved the goal I assigned myself and have just graduated as a lawyer.

Doctor, I want to specialize in sociology.

I'll explain briefly the cause that drives me.

I'm a bastard son of a prominent industrialist who died a few years ago.

My mother, who was his maid, was run out of his household when it was discovered she was going to be a mother.

I grew up feeling resentment toward the man who had driven us to misery.

When my mother died, I was 15 and I harbored a deep hatred.

In a reaction... --- how shall I say? --- vindictive reaction, I assaulted the residence of my father.

I tried to alleviate in that way the uneasiness I was living in.

Naturally, I was captured.

On behalf of my father his secretary attended the court,...

after he heard about the case and discovered our relationship.

Thanks to this man's kindness I didn't end up at a correctional facility.

He got fond of me and thanks to him I am a lawyer today.

A very commendable action on his part.

Doctor, the man of whom I speak, and who was more than a father to me, is gone.

I want to pay him back his action by continuing the work he started with me.

I want to work with you in the rehabilitation of young boys who have transgressed accidentally...

influenced by their environment,...

because of living uncared for, without support from anyone,...

or by lack of discipline at home or at school.

I understand, Counselor.

Your help will be very useful.

Your idea fits perfectly with the functioning of this institution,...

whose task is not to punish but to guide, retrain,...

adapt, and make the kids appreciate what their true mission is.

As far as I'm concerned, you can start the work you've imposed upon yourself whenever you want to, even right now.

You have my support.

Thank you, Doctor.

I would like to know about some of the cases of the kind I mentioned. Is it possible?

Well...if you wish you can start here.

This is a case that, well, better read for yourself.

Sit on the couch, if you like.

Thank you, Doctor.

This soap has already turned mud-like.

It breaks completely into pieces and doesn't heat up.

No, if all that heats up is your soul, when you pay the 60 centavos it's worth.

And you go on scrubbing and scrubbing to remove the dirt that this soap doesn't remove.

Nah!

Why are you so late?

Dinner is ready, Asensio.

Now, while I reheat it for you make a run to the grocery store,...

to see whether you can bring along Don Nico.

I'm not going, maybe he's already drunk and then he'll pound me.

Well, keep your distance so he can't reach you.

Come on, get moving, you're already late!

~ Keep an eye on my clothes, Mary.

~ Go ahead.

When I was in jail,...

all alone, I used to entertain myself...

counting the links...

that my chain had.

Jail's cells,...

rooms with four walls...

where they lock up men...

because of women.

How black were the nights in prison!

The locks clink, the heart pounds.

Prison guards,...

How annoying they are, there...

with those cries of warning...

which don't let me sleep.

Pour me another round of this and more for my friends.

That's my Nico! He finally recalled his pigeons!

~ And he's solitary.

~ Sure.

Prison guards,...

How noisy they are, there...

with those cries of warning...

which don't let me sleep.

Stairs of the jail,...

stairstep by stairstep...

some guys go up while others go down...

to give their statement.

What nights so black to prison!

The locks clink, the heart pounds.

How black were the nights in prison!

The locks clink, the heart pounds.

He's drunk.

Don Maca, would you summon my dad, this guy Don Nico?

Hey, my Nico! Your stepchildren are looking for you!

What's your whim now? What the hell do you want?

My mom says you go eat some tacos.

Devilish brat! Who do you think you are, yelling at me?

Come on, Nico, go back to the house before the old coot comes to beat you!

The only one meant to beat there is me!

Before you leave pay for another round for everybody.

But I'm not leaving, I'll be right back.

I'll just go get more money from the old dear.

so she'll stop sending messages to my workplace.

Run, Nico, they're sure to hit you.

Why are you staring at me, children of your b*tch of a mother?

Should it be that you think I'm pleased?

Come on, beat it, before I kill you!

Stairs of the jail,...

Here comes your very father...

master builder, not an improvised bricklayer outsider...

like so many that I know.

Indecent drunken! And he didn't get to hit you?

No, Mom! But he almost got us once.

But now we'll get it as soon as he arrives.

Stop it, Don Nico! Don't you see that the children are here?

Well if you won't give me a kiss, at least give me some coins.

Coins?? Those I have, I've put away.

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