Three Steps Above Heaven Page #2

It pumps more blood

to your brain.

You offer milk shakes,

you don't throw them at people.

And tell Valentino

the dress looks a lot better wet.

The police, please.

Shall I get you a towel?

You don't want to catch cold.

Go to hell!

Move, they rang the cops!

Remind me

the next time we bathe together

to wash your mouth with soap.

Why did you do nothing

when he threw me in the pool?

Babi,

it was all a set-up.

I rang those idiots to cause

a fuss so I could be with you.

Roberta will never forgive you.

They wrecked the house.

What the hell?

What are they doing?

Go away!

Stop it, please!

This is my father's car!

Bastards!

You want aggro?

- You're f***ing crazy!

- Go to hell!

Are you OK?

Sh*t!

It's nothing.

Just some scratches.

- They could have killed us!

- It's all right.

There's still time.

- I'm sorry!

- Sorry?

For what? Tell me.

For calling the police

or for the hit and run?

You're so sexy.

Leave him alone, you animal!

You brute! Leave him alone!

You're despicable!

You want to grovel?

All right, say after me:

- I will not ruin the party...

- Stop!

I will not ruin the party

for people who know

how to have fun.

I won't ruin the party...

Please, help me!

....for people who know

how to have fun.

- Mr. Santamara!

- What's going on?

They're going

to kill each other!

Boys, that's enough!

Let's get out of here!

Babi, come with us!

F***, it was your fault

that I hit him!

You made me hit him!

Get in the car!

- I won't....

- I won't ruin... That's it.

Leave him alone!

I hate you!

You're an animal, a brute!

I hate you!

Put me down!

All right,

I've put you down.

And he's gone.

I'll say goodbye too.

How do I get home?

- Let me get on the bike.

- What?

Let me get on the bike.

You said I'm an animal

and a brute, right?

I can't let someone like that

take you home.

It's for your own good.

Tomorrow you'd regret

not being consistent.

Stop, please.

Want to go somewhere?

You want your face smashed?

Scram.

Scram!

Get on, I've fought enough people

because of you.

Wait, wait.

I'm paralyzed.

You're squeezing me.

If you grab my jacket

I can't drive.

Please...

You want to stay like this

all night?

Sorry, I've never ridden

on the back of a bike.

So I'm the first, right?

Sh*t!

Babi!

- Did you come on that bike?

- No, mom...

She had no choice, ma'am, really.

The boy who was driving her

dumped her

and she had to come with me.

Hi, mom!

Didn't I tell you

to stay with your sister!

- Hello.

- Hi.

Get in the car.

You two won't have

any kind of phone for a week!

You're exactly like your mother.

A grouch.

Are you seeing that guy?

I don't even know him.

He's Hugo Olivera,

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