Ismael Page #3

- Well, he did it.

- Are you justifying it?

He just wants to meet his father.

You're his father.

I'm trying to understand it.

I know.

It'll be all right, you'll see.

Ismael adores you.

I was coming out of my house...

Hey, you brute,

stop thumping the machine!

It swallowed my euro!

If I got a euro every time

I heard that... Get out of here.

I want my juice, or my money!

So, I was coming out of my house

the other day...

I want my juice, or my money.

Don't you understand, kid?

Get out, don't be such a pain.

Are you deaf? The boy said

he wants his money or his juice.

Hey, these women have monkeys now

instead of poodles.

I bet you wish

you'd a monkey's intelligence.

What an idiot. Come on.

It was a miracle he survived.

The worst thing is I didn't want

to buy him the damn bike.

The doctors said he'd be fine

if he looked after himself, but...

he didn't.

You know the first thing he did?

He gave up architecture

even though he was doing well.

Then he went traveling

and when he came back

he wanted to sell

the apartment his father had left him

because he'd seen

a magnificent house.

Of course, I said absolutely not,

the apartment belonged to the family.

But he insisted so much

that in the end

I bought the apartment

and moved there because

my house was too big for just me.

And then he comes and says

he wants to go into education.

Be a teacher.

A good way to ruin his life.

- Why do you keep taking photos?

- When I'm grown up,

I want to remember everything

that happens today. Today is my day.

You came out very pretty.

Take my bag, please,

and look in a black diary

for Flix's address.

Have you never been to his house?

Every time I threaten to visit

he makes an excuse.

He's got a lot of work,

he's going to Barcelona soon...

Passeig de Pau Casals, number8.

We're in Passeig de Pau Casals,

but I don't see number8.

- There!

- Where?

You're right!

Excuse me,

is this 8, Passeig de Pau Casals?

Yes, but we're closed.

Does live here?

I'm his mother, Nora Salmern.

- Salmern?

- Yes, Salmern.

That's what his I.D. Says.

I'm Ismael Gonzlez,

son.

His son? A pleasure. I'm Jordi.

This was the address I had.

Do you live with him?

No. He gives this address

to get his mail.

Driving to his house is complicated

but it's just along the beach.

I can take you there.

- Nutter, I have to talk to you.

- I've got no time today, Chino.

- We'll talk tomorrow.

- It's urgent.

- The cops are after Bonobo.

- Again?

They've got it in for him.

But this time he's innocent, I swear.

He hasn't dealt in ages.

You have to tell them

- to leave him alone.

- Yeah, and theyll listen to me.

You can convince them

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