Rivales

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SEMI-FINAL, NATIONAL JUNIORS LEAGUE

Ramn!

Go, Oriol!

Go!

Hey! That's okay! Go! Go!

What's going on?

You're on the take, you idiot!

- Fuckhead! Yeah, you.

- A**hole!

Ref, you're such a dick!

Who's there?

Who's there? No!

The boy just saved a goal.

Relax, relax!

Ref! Ref!

Oy, Oy, Oy!

We're going to Seville!

Oy, Oy, Oy!

We're going to Seville!

GUILLERMO LEN,

SALESMAN FOR CATALONIAN CAVA

IN THE MADRID REGION

THE GUCCI JACKE AND TINO CASAL CD ARE HIS,

THE JAGUAR IS HIS BROTHER'S

Willy! Dad's here!

Sir, come with me, please.

You'll see, it looks great.

What do you think?

Silestone, Tropical Forest model.

Nice, huh?

Would you sign here?

No, no. I'm just visiting.

I don't live here.

Come on, champ!

Hello.

- How many have you had?

- Five.

- Only five?

- Is a hundred a lot?

Holy sh*t... Come on.

Willy, drop that remote!

If you're in a rush

you'd better unplug it.

- That's final!

- I don't care.

I'm phoning to cut off

the Internet connection.

Always the threats.

You're going to study here

all weekend.

- Sure.

- Get up there!

- I don't feel like it!

- You don't?

- You're crazy!

- Go to your room!

- I'll run away from home!

- If only!

- I'll hook up with a Latin King!

- And don't come back!

Hi, Guillermo.

Hi. How are you doing?

I came for Willy.

How are you?

Good. Great.

A bit of gravel in the kidney,

but aside from that,

I'm in a good patch,

at work, relationships,

everything's great.

Not me.

- Trouble with your girl?

- She goes topless on Messenger.

Sorry?

I caught her flashing her tits

to her classmates!

On the computer.

It's a difficult age.

Yeah, hers or ours?

KILLING THE FATHER

KILLING THE FATHER - So?

Nothing to say? - About what?

KILLING THE FATHER

- Is the car cool or what?

- It's alright.

"Alright" he says.

The firm gave it to me

for beating the sales targets.

Is it yours?

Not mine, no.

They've got it on lease.

Right. Doesn't Uncle Juanjo

have one like this?

The same model, yes.

And the same license plate.

Okay, okay,

it's Uncle Juanjo's car,

but they're giving me one like it.

What's up with the girl,

your half-sister?

What is she up to?

- Willy, give me that.

- I'm going to listen to music.

- We can talk, can't we?

- About what?

School, for example.

Put that away.

They've got it in for me.

And the girls?

Do they have it in for you?

No.

If the times comes,

you know what to do...

Yeah, put on a condom.

You whack on a condom, yes, sir.

I know.

And what? Listen, damn it!

- What were you playing?

- A game.

But what's it about?

Talk to me.

- Killing zombies.

- Doesn't it scare you?

No. Nothing scares me.

Great. That's great.

Do you know why?

You're surname's Len,

like your dad.

- You know what a "len" is?

- A mammal?

A king. The king of the jungle.

Hey...

Check out your horoscope.

"Success in every venture today".

You'll have a great game, son.

The game is tomorrow.

The game...

is tomorrow, sure,

but it's Madrid-Bara tonight,

and we'll thrash them too.

It works for both things.

I wasn't going to tell you, but...

Don't get rattled,

but I got wind that

a Real Madrid scout

is coming to Seville.

Willy. Willy.

Willy...

Why won't you look at me?

Men look each other in the eye.

I wouldn't sell half of what I do

if I didn't.

Look me in the eye.

- Have you got a problem?

- No.

Is it rough at home

with your mother and Teo?

Yeah, the usual.

The usual.

You know I'm looking for a flat.

When I get one,

you'll come live with me.

If you want.

Maybe the little lord doesn't.

Thanks. Do you want to?

Would I have a TV and computer

in my room?

We'll put in a Jacuzzi if you like.

With foam.

Elbows on the table looks terrible.

- You don't smoke, do you?

- No.

- Or joints?

- No.

- Have you never tried it?

- No.

- Aren't you curious?

- No.

Do you...

Do you masturbate much?

What about you?

You have to have more trust,

more trust in your left foot.

Your left foot is like

Ral's left foot.

Do you know how Ral scored

his first goal against Bara?

With his left.

He looked for a pass from Laudrup,

and then...

all Nou Camp went quiet...

What are you doing?

- Give me that!

- Why?

Do I have to run on batteries

for you to listen to me?

And you're always watching

that crap on the screen.

I'm going to the bathroom.

When I get back,

I don't want to see one potato left.

Check this out!

You go ahead.

- Have you seen my wallet?

- No.

I had it when I came in.

It's in the car.

What are you doing?

Put the bill on here.

Put the bill on here!

- Good afternoon.

- Hello.

- Are you in charge?

- Yes.

Nice to meet you.

Guillermo Len.

My son and I had lunch here.

Terrific, by the way.

This is our bill,

a mere 28 euros.

I'm going to pay you with

two boxes, 3 bottles in each,

you've ever tasted.

This is Masa Rovira,

Brut Vintage.

- In hypermarkets it's worth...

- Is it Catalonian?

Well, yes.

No. Nothing Catalonian

comes into my restaurant.

Right.

They want nothing to do

with Spaniards,

so I want nothing to do with them.

A lot of Catalonians don't...

They can do whatever

the hell they like,

but they're not filling their pockets

with anything from this till.

I'm giving it to you for free.

It's a gift. Take it.

It's a gift.

And I see you're

a Real Madrid man, like me.

Yes. What of it?

Do you know who founded

Real Madrid?

The Padrs brothers.

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