Your Son (2018) - full transcript

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News in Andalusia.

Good afternoon.
Construction companies warn

of a lack of workers in the sector,

causing unrest among unions.

What I want to know is
where are the companies

and where is the work.

There are hundreds of people

who want to work in these sectors.

Don't say these things to me

because it sounds like,
once again, the people of Cádiz



don't want to work. What they need
to do say where the work is...

People are lining up...

- Good evening.
- Evening.

How is everything?

I can't complain.
I thought you were going to Córdoba.

I ended up changing it.

And Lorena?

I'm right here, doctor. Working my shift.

- How old is the boy?
- Eight years old.

My son... Thank you, doctor.

Honey, it's good news.
Weren't you listening?

But keep in mind

that he has to remain in observation
because it was a delicate operation.

No, but we're optimistic, María José.



- We have to be.
- You hear that? He'll be fine.

Fran, bring some Kleenex.

Doctor, anything you need, let me know.

- No, that's okay, Juan.
- Yes, I insist.

Anything. DVD, Blu-ray, TV,

soccer tickets... Anything.

Hey, Dad,
if you stand me up today, I swear

I'll find myself another running partner.

Okay, see you later.

...work and they say
the bank promised them rent control.

We ask for rent like we have all along.

And we feel tricked
because they made an estimate,

they came to remodel...

If they don't reach a deal,

tomorrow they'll have to move out.

YOUR SON

What about the important matches?

It's all arranged.

- What?
- They get Madrid, we get Barcelona.

Okay.

What about Sevilla-Betis?

- That's an important match?
- What a bastard.

- How's Andrea?
- What do you mean?

I don't know,
I don't see her much lately.

Good, she's busy with her exams.

When you started going out
you were inseparable, Marcos.

Marcos, stop.

- Cramp.
- That's what you get for smoking.

- I stopped.
- Bullshit.

Alberto told me you go up
to the roof to smoke.

Seriously, you have to quit.

Very funny, Alberto.

Did you cut yourself shaving?

Maybe.

Come on, let's go.

Marcos, I said no. I have a cramp, man.

And these tennis shoes are killing me.

- Tennis shoes.
- Yeah, what?

No one calls them that.

- No? What do they call them?
- Boots.

Boots? What bullshit.

Don't make excuses.

- Give me a second.
- It's from smoking.

Give me a second!

You're getting old!

No, you're the one getting old.

I'm already old.

Let's go.

Bastard!

- Where did you buy these sneakers?
- These? On-line.

On-line?

Didn't you have some Asics too?

Who knows where your mother put them.

Is your arch pronation or supination?

- Are you shitting me?
- No.

- Hi.
- Good morning.

- Can you take me?
- Fly, Marcos, fly.

Okay, I'll jump in the shower.

- How are you?
- Exhausted.

Well, you can sleep now.

You shouldn't have to take him every day.

What?

He's old enough to have a car, Carmen.

Not again with the car...

Nothing out of this world.
A Polo, a Yaris...

I don't see it.

He's working, he deserves it.

If you're sure...

I am.

A hybrid.

She was a runner up in the contest.

- What contest?
- Photography.

Oh, that's great.

She's in her room.

Can I come in?

I have to go to class, what's up?

I wanted to congratulate you.

- What for?
- The photography contest you won.

Well, runner up.

Well, runner up. Congratulations.

Thanks.

- You want to see them?
- Sure.

I don't have them on paper.

But anyway...

Do you like them?

They're...

very artistic, yeah.

This is Andrea.

Yeah.

Sara, we're leaving!

I'm coming!

Come on, hurry up. Marcos!

Okay, Dad. I'm going to class.

- Have a good day.
- Bye.

- Marcos?
- Wait for me.

- Get some rest. Love you.
- Me too.

Come on, don't forget anything.
Let's go, sweetie.

Two o'clock.

Hello, good afternoon.

News about the alleged sexual attack
on a female soldier at the Bobadilla base

who reported a gang rape.
Biological tests taken on the soldier...

- Here you go, Rebeca.
- Thank you.

What's up, doctor? Going home?

We all have to sleep sometimes, yeah.

Look at her, sleeping it off.

- Honey, the doctor's here!
- No, let her sleep, please.

Why don't you go home, Juan?

Your son is progressing well.

If there's any change,
we'll call your cell.

There's nothing you can do here.

Thanks.

Do you have children?

Then you know that's impossible.

Doing nothing.

They're inflating the prices of certain
medications, for example, cancer,

even though most of the research
was paid for with public money.

The PP in Murcia demands the resignation
of the ex-mayor of Cartagena

for sexist comments he made
about their candidate

and regional spokesperson, Noelia Arroyo.

It's 7:50, in the Canary Islands.

"Today," with Natalia Perales.

Good morning, Susana Díaz...

Don't touch me, he's my son!

Sir, outside.

Hey, calm down. Calm down.

I thought you said he was fine!
Let go of me, damn it!

Hey, take it easy.

Please, let us work.

Trust us.

Okay? Víctor...

- What happened?
- He had a seizure.

- Don't touch me! He's my son!
- Calm down.

- Sudden?
- Yes.

- 50 milligrams of propanolol.
- Don't touch me, damn it!

Get his parents out of there.

It's okay, Salva. Are you okay?

Salva, look at me. Salva, look at me.

Salva, look at me.
Look at me.

And this line here,
you know what it's for?

To indicate that everything is fine. Look.

It's perfect.
You can make music too, look.

What happened, Salvador?

Yeah, what happened?

We were sending you home already.

You might have to stay with us
for a few more days.

Until we know what happened.
You understand, right?

Even better.
You get to skip more days of school.

You want to go home, right, Salva?

Home with your mommy and daddy?

Jaime.

Daddy behaves badly
with Mommy, doesn't he?

And with you?

Okay, let's relax a little now

and try to get some sleep.

Go on, get some rest. Sleep.

Paula, can you give us a second?
Thanks.

Get some rest, champ, okay?

Drop it, Jaime. Let the psychologist
determine any actions necessary.

Remember the last time.

We can't meddle in these things,
you know that.

Doctor Jiménez.

We need to avoid any contact
with the parents.

That's not up to us, Jaime.

- Doctor Jiménez!
- Not now.

Talk to Sánchez Monte.

See how we proceed with the report.

- I think you're exaggerating.
- I'm not, Alberto.

- I think so.
- You saw the dad...

Doctor Jiménez, please.
I need you to come with me.

Can't you see I'm busy?
Call someone else!

What is he doing in here?

Get him out.

Jaime, you can't.

- Let me help.
- There's nothing you can do, Jaime.

Leave it to us.

Get him out of here.

Come on, let's go.

But he's my son.

Jaime.

He'll be okay, you'll see.

It's okay.

Take it easy.

This is the last image we have
of Marcos before the beating.

His attacker or attackers

didn't take his wallet or money

and his moped is still in the parking lot,
so we've ruled out a robbery.

Then why?

We haven't found your son's cell phone

or his house keys,

so I suggest you change the locks.

Do you recognize anyone?

A friend or acquaintance of Marcos?

This is Pedro,
they've been friends since school.

And Salva,
the other one is Salva. And Luis.

Pedro Pimentel,

Luis Laseca and Salvador Gordillo.
Yes, we've spoken with all three.

This is Andrea, his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

They broke up.

How well do you know

- Pedro Pimentel?
- Pedro...

and Marcos have been friends
since they were little.

He's like family. Why?

He's retracted a couple times,
but he might just be nervous.

Well, that's all for now.

If there's any news, we'll let you know.

What happened? What did she want?

She wanted to ask more questions.

What questions?

About Marcos and his friends.

If they took drugs, stuff like that.

- Yes?
- Andrea, it's...

Marcos' father.

I suppose you've heard.

Yeah, I know.

I'd like you to come see him.

It would do him good, I'm sure of it.

Andrea, are you still there?

Dad.

Dinner is ready.

I'm not hungry.

News on Radio Andalusia.
Lorenzo Romero

producing music this whole time.

Greetings from Juan Antonio Jurado,
starting with a memory,

a hit in the seventies called:
"I'm Sorry"...

I only want to speak to him
for a moment, please.

I can't give you that information.

Mr. Jiménez?

Mr. Jiménez?

Yes.

I'm Manuel Barrero,

the owner of the AP3.

The nightclub where... Well...

I've very sorry about
what happened to your son.

Thank you.

We put surveillance cameras
in the parking lot.

We have a kid watching as well.

I know that doesn't undo
what happened...

That's why we'd like to do more.

Do what?

I don't know, help with
the medical expenses.

- No, that's okay, thank you.
- Right.

This really sucks.

I know it sucks for you, but...

it sucks for us too.

For business.

It's bad publicity for...

I understand what you must be
going through.

I'm a father, and if anything
happened to my son...

That's why I really want to help you.

Thank you very much.

Look, I'm going to ask...

If you have a chance to talk
to the press or the police,

please tell them we had
nothing to do with it.

We're victims.

We're victims just like you.

Good night.

Jesus, Dad!

I'm exhausted!

Three hours, 59:30.

I beat the shit out of you.

If only you didn't work so much.

I love you.

- Girls, I'm off.
- Okay.

See you later.

Jaime.

- How are you, Pedro?
- Well, okay.

Okay.

- I ordered you a beer.
- Thanks.

Hey, boss.

Thanks.

How is Marcos?

The same.

Right.

Pedro.

I need you to tell me
what happened that night.

It was Salva, Cate and me.

Cate wanted to go to the Cartuja

and Marcos said he wanted to stay.

I think he saw a girl he liked

and didn't want us to see him
hit on her in case he got rejected.

The police say you told
different versions.

Why?

No, that's not true.

Pedro...

I went back to the club...

to get Marcos.

Marcos was already on the ground.

I was scared, Jaime.

I'm really sorry, and...

Then you saw his face.

- Yeah.
- Why didn't you tell the police?

Because they saw me.

- They saw you.
- Yeah.

There were several?

Yeah, there were several.

You have to tell the police.

No, no...

- Yes.
- I can't do that, Jaime.

They'd be out the next day
and come after me.

You have to tell the police.

I can't. They know me, they saw my face.

Sorry.

Sorry.

There were four of them.

They go there a lot.

One of them recorded everything.

He recorded it?

Yeah.

He recorded the beating
with his cell phone.

Who?

I don't know. I don't know his name.

He's not really tall and...

his hair is dyed white.

- See you later.
- Bye, have a good one.

He works in a gas station

near the nightclub.

Need any help?

No, thank you.

Nice car...

How much was it?

What's up?

- Champ!
- Where have you been?

Hanging out, where were you?

- Who's that, your grandpa?
- What?

I don't know, some old guy.

No way, he would have gotten out.

Hey, let me in.

Let me go for a ride.

Dickhead. Hey, let me go for a ride!

Come on!

Just around the block.

He's a douchebag.

He's going to jerk off.

Hey, you might be right.

Came here to jerk off, huh?

What a douchebag.

My friend says you're a douchebag.

You jerking off or what?

What a pussy.

What's up?

He asked you a question, damn it!

He's a douchebag, see?

He's jerking off right in front of us.

Want me to show you my tits?

Where are you going?

Come back, you fucking coward!

- Douchebag!
- Fuck off!

Come back, you coward!

Dad?

What are you doing here?

Get in, I'll take you home.

I'm with a friend.

What were you doing there?

And you?

What were you doing there?

Dad?

Dad?

None of your business.

What?

I hear Mom crying every night.

Of course.

- This isn't easy for anyone.
- Yeah.

She's devastated, Sara.

No, Dad.

She's not the one I'm worried about.

I still haven't seen you cry.

Dad.

Dad!

Please, stop.

ESPERANZA MORENO
POLICE DETECTIVE

Marcos Jiménez?

Yes.

It's already paid for.

You just need to sign.

NOW YOU WON'T HAVE ANY EXCUSES.
MARCOS.

Are you okay?

I said, are you okay?

I'm calling the police.

Son of a bitch.

What the fuck?

What bullshit...

Stop!

Now what? I'll kick your ass!

Shit!

Where are your balls now, tough guy?

Son of a bitch!

Let's see your balls now, faggot!

Son of a bitch!

Okay, okay, you'll kill him.

- Let me go!
- Calm down.

- Let me go, I'll kill him!
- Okay.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- I'd like to see Detective Moreno.
- Yes, leave your things there.

Leave your cell phone.

- I have a video...
- Please.

Raise your arms.

Detective Moreno isn't answering.

- Did you have an appointment?
- No, but it's urgent...

Detective Moreno!

- Mr. Jiménez.
- I have a video they recorded.

- Let's go in my office.
- It's here.

They recorded the beating.

We just spoke with your wife.

- She's worried.
- Yes.

Last night you assaulted
a 17-year-old boy.

Do you realize?

Yes, he's the one who recorded
my son getting beaten.

This is his cell phone.

His father filed a complaint.

Please, look at the phone.

Mr. Jiménez, I can't.
Not without permission

- from a judge.
- It's going to get locked.

- Calm down.
- I'm sorry.

You stole the phone by force
from a minor.

It's going to get locked.

I can't, do you understand?

It's going to get locked.

It's going to...

Why wouldn't they watch it?

I'm on bail...

and they're on the street.

Jaime...

Did Marcos...

suffer?

Yes.

Yes.

Andrea!

- Can we talk?
- I have to go.

It's just a second. I saw a video.

What video?

The guys who beat him up
recorded it on a cell phone.

I can't get the images
out of my head, Andrea.

But you were there that night.

I don't know anything. Really.

Andrea. Andrea. Andrea.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I need you to talk to the police.

Tell them that...
you saw the boy who recorded it.

That you can identify him.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jiménez.

I'm only asking you to help me!

- What the fuck?
- Nothing, Raúl, it's okay.

- Let's go.
- What's going on?

Let's go, Raúl.

- Who is that?
- Nobody, let's go!

Who is that guy?

It's Marcos' dad. Let's go.

LOVE LOVE LOVE WITH RAÚL BARRERO

WITH MY DAD,
THE GREAT MANOLO BARRERO

Excuse me. Juan Montoya?

Hello?

Yes.

Yes. Is Juan here?

Doctor...

What is it?

- Is there a problem with my boy?
- No.

Doctor...

- Is he okay?
- Yes, yes, he's fine.

Juan!

- Are you sure he's okay?
- Yes, I'm sure.

- Are you sure? Juan!
- Okay, okay.

- Juan, something's wrong...
- Go inside, damn it.

- Juan!
- Go inside.

Shut up! Shut up!

Thank you.

Go ahead.

This is my son. Marcos.

One month ago.

And now.

Damn, I'm sorry.

I want the person who did it
to get a beating.

I'll pay you well.

I saved your son's life.

You owe me.

We're very grateful
you saved the boy, we really are.

But this...

- You go to jail for these things.
- Yeah.

You go to jail for other things too.

What do you mean by that?

I know what goes on in this house.

If I talk,

believe me, Social Services
will take away your boy.

You have balls, doctor.

Huge balls.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Keep your fucking mouth shut!

You got that? Is that clear?

I'll kick your ass!
Nobody touches my boy!

Nobody! He's sacred!

You said it.

A father can't do nothing.

But you prefer someone else
to do it for you.

It was Andrea with you
in the doorway, right?

- What?
- Andrea.

Are you spying on me now?

What's going on?

Andrea's my friend,
it doesn't concern you.

Sara, do you know something?

No, Dad, it doesn't concern you.

- Sara, please.
- No, Dad!

Are you sure?

What should I do to him?

Crack his teeth?

Break his legs?

Leave him half dead?

- Dead?
- A beating.

Just a beating.

Hard.

You showed me what he did to your son.

Like that? Eye for an eye?

His name is Raúl Barrero,
his father owns a nightclub.

The envelope has the money
and all the information.

And the other thing?

What do you want it for?

It'll be tonight.

Have your cell handy.
I'll call you when it's over.

Don't call me or come back to my house.

Coward.

Dad?

What?

I'm making dinner.

What do you feel like?

The number you have called
is unavailable at this time...

Is Juan home?

No, he isn't.

I'm calling his cell,
but he's not answering.

Do you know where I might find him?

You tell me.

He didn't come home last night.

I can forgive almost anything.

But you went after my son.

Stay away from him.

If I see you near my son
or the nightclub, I'll kill you.

Are you going to tell me?

What happened, Jaime?

Okay.

Finish up.

He's getting ulcers.

Carmen, I can't handle this alone.

Why are you in your brother's room?

I was looking for something I gave him.

What?

Stop! I didn't do anything!

Shit!

CONGRATULATIONS J.J.

I'm here for my daughter.
She's not answering her cell.

She's a minor.

Occupied.

What are you doing, you bastard?

Come on! Closing time!

Closing time!

Okay, okay.

It's closing time!

I can't. Let's go.

We'll show him and leave. Really.

What are you two doing here?

Dad.

I want you to see something.

Andrea.

Andrea.

What's that?

It's Marcos' cell phone.

Press play, please.

Hey.

Come on, don't leave like this.

I'm sorry, this hasn't been easy for me.

For me either.

I just wanted to know, that's all.

You can't ask me these things anymore.

I'm sorry.

He didn't come, right?

Let me take you home,
Pedro gave me his car.

For old times' sake.

It's cold.

What happened to us?

Marcos, really.

Look, I'm sorry,

but I can't help thinking
about what we had.

Andrea, I've done things for you
I haven't done for anyone.

I didn't want to study abroad
to be with you.

What about what we had?

I don't want this to end.

- I'm sorry, but it can't go on.
- I know I screwed up a lot.

But I think about you every night.

Who made the first move?

You or him?

If it was him,
I can understand, but if it was you,

it's disappointing...

Are you really...?

What's up?

Holy shit, you're back together?

We're talking.

Oh, then you're still free, eh?

- What are you talking about?
- Marcos, I have to go.

Slow down,
I like seeing you two together, damn it.

Hold on a second.

Let's see...

Look. Here.

I don't want any.

- Just one and we'll leave.
- I said no.

Fine, more for me, no problem.

Damn!

Here, here. Marcos, here.

Hey, Andrea, what was I going to say?

Seriously.

Are you really with that dickhead now?

What do you care?
And he's not a dickhead, okay?

That's a yes, that's a yes.

Sure, since his dad owns the AP3, right?

Free drinks, VIP passes,
you can do whatever you want.

- What the fuck are you saying?
- Okay, be nice.

I'm joking, damn it. Take it easy.

Come on, Andrea.

- Do a line.
- I don't want to, damn it.

- Just one.
- I said no.

Don't insist.

She's not your girlfriend anymore, right?

Let her defend herself, okay?

Come on, do one.

Go on.

That's it.

- Happy?
- Very happy.

Then start the fucking car already.

It's Luis.

He says he's coming.

We should wait for him, right?

Give me your cell phone for a second.

Hi!

What's up?

What the fuck are you doing?

- For when we can't see you anymore.
- Put that away!

Let's see...

You know Marcos loves you, right?

Do you or not?

And you're fucking hurting him.

Marcos, tell her you love her.

I love you.

What's wrong?

You really want to talk about this
in front of your friend?

Just tell me one thing.

And I'll never bother you again.

Were you fucking him
while you were with me?

Tell me.

Go fuck yourself.

Marcos, what are you doing?

Open the fucking door.

My friend asked you a question. Answer it.

- Marcos, open the fucking door!
- Were you fucking him?

- Marcos, open it!
- Were you fucking him, yes or no?

Were you fucking him?

Help!

Please, help!

Help!

- She's freaking out.
- Luisito, what's up?

What's up, Pedro?

Marcos, how are you?

Andrea.

No, no!

No, please!

Don't resist, he's your boyfriend!

It's not the first time, right? Go ahead!

- Marcos, what are you doing?
- Awesome.

Marcos, don't! Please!

- Marcos, please!
- I loved you.

I loved you, but you're a whore.

If you can cheat on me,
you can blow my friends too.

Please!

After it's my turn, Marcos.

Give it to her.

Look, she's loving it.

Would you shut the fuck up already?

- Shut the fuck up!
- Marcos, please!

Give it to her, I'm recording everything.

- She is loving it.
- Keep on going.

I'm next.

Fuck!

- Dad...
- Shut up.

That's why.

That video is why...

He loved you.

How can you say that?

He's my son.

And you...

Get out.

No.

Leave it there.

Leave it there!

Dad!

Get out. Get out.

- Dad, stop!
- Get out!

Dad, please, stop!

Get out!

No! No, please!

Come on, harder!

Stop...

Please, stop...

- I'm going to record it.
- No, please...

Shut the fuck up!

- Stop, please...
- I loved you.

No, please...

No, no...

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