Original subtitles

Show me your hands.

Raise your arms.

Good. Open your mouth.

Shorts to one side.

Now the other.

OK.

Name?

Martin Blanco.

- Age? - 16.

- From Colegio San Marco too, right? - Yes, San Marco, in Versalles.

- Your teacher? - Sebastian Armas.

And your swimming teacher?

- Santiago? - Santiago Suarez?

Maybe, I'm not sure.

I'll attach your physical to your permission.

- Good. - Can you swim?

Yes.

OK. Ask the next one to come in.

ABSENT

You do well alone. You're doing fine; ease off a bit.

Gonzalo, you're doing fine, just fine.

Practice your kick with him.

Everyone, get into the water. 5 minutes.

Come on! Jump into the water.

Well, here we go. Watch your head.

Sir, can I go check something in my eye?

- Yeah, go ahead. - Thank you.

I call roll before they get in. After they've changed, check again.

If one is missing, he's truant. Note that. I'll get the list tomorrow.

Remember Blanco won't be in. He's the one I'm taking to the hospital.

Where is it again?

The eye hospital. Get off at Juan B. It's a 20 minute drive.

- Good. See you. - Take care.

Shall we?

Does it hurt?

It's a bit sore, here behind the eyelid.

Do you want to call your mom?

I'll call my grandmother.

She didn't answer.

Come in.

Nothing to worry about, nothing serious.

It must have been shock from that broken glass.

If there was something, it's gone.

SO. any pain?

Good.

If it gets any worse, come back tomorrow.

OK?

- Where do you live? - Can we go back to the club?

The club?

Yeah - I made plans with Juan Pablo to sleep over.

- Did he see you leave? - I don't know.

He's waiting for you there?

No idea. I was supposed to stay at his place.

OK.

If he doesn't find his friend,

I'll give him a ride home and call you back.

Yeah, me too.

- He's not there. - Don't worry, I'll drive you home.

Truth is, I don't think my grandmother will be home.

You live with your grandmother?

- And your parents? - In General Roca.

How do you know your grandmother won't be home?

If I'm going to stay with Juan Pablo, she visits her sister in San Justo.

And your house keys?

I left them in Juan Pablo's backpack, with my cell.

I'll drive to your grandmother's, then we'll see.

Don't worry, I won't leave you alone.

Here, call your cell. Maybe you can find your friend.

Yes, but I think it's off.

We went straight from school to pool.

But I'll try.

And?

No, just voice-mail.

Thanks.

What is it?

Nothing.

Thanks for the ride, sir.

Don't worry, it's fine by me.

No luck, but don't worry. I'll sit and wait on the curb.

No, come with me.

Do you know where Juan Pablo lives?

I think so. We usually take the 114 bus.

- Is it far? - No.

It's on the other side of Plaza Devoto.

- It must be this one, I think... - Look, let's do this.

We'll go to my house, eat something and I'll drive you to your grandma's.

Try again.

No one is home.

It's OK.

- Sebastian, a quick question? - I'm coming.

Make yourself at home.

Is that you, sir?

Yes. Let me fix you a sandwich.

Thanks.

Must have been about your age.

Maybe a little older - 20, 21.

- Can I use your bathroom? - Yes, next to the door.

I've already called the school, no one is there.

It was a complete mess-up, it slipped my mind.

I hope that his grandmother is there.

I'm worried about what can happen if she doesn't show up.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.

You can't leave him alone.

I have a meeting.

Call me later, we can eat something, the three of us.

I think you're worrying over nothing.

The grandmother probably got his phone from his friend

and is waiting at home.

My brother asked if we're coming.

To visit him this summer. No need to answer right away, but...

OK, OK. Kisses. Bye.

Come in.

May I take a shower, sir? To wash off the chlorine.

- If you don't mind. - No, no.

The bathroom's here.

I'll grab a towel.

Excuse me.

- Here. - Thank you.

Martin, I need to grab something.

I have a T-shirt for you. I don't need it back.

- It was open after all. - Yes. Luckily.

Sorry to bother you, but there's that woman

who refuses to pay for the repairs...

I told her...

Sorry, I'll come back another time.

Sorry, sir. I just came for my backpack.

No problem, it's not you. It's just people, you know...

Go, get dressed.

- May I borrow your deodorant? - Of course, you don't have to ask.

She's not there.

Then we'll go back to my house.

You can stay in the living room. I can get into deep trouble.

I can't leave you on the streets, or with the police.

That wouldn't be good for anyone.

Now look, don't tell anyone. You're under age...

And I can get into real trouble if I take a student home.

- Do you understand? - Certainly, sir.

Well, let's go. Close the window.

Are you wearing perfume?

Sorry, I took some of yours. I didn't think you used it.

I don't. It was a present from my brother, but I didn't like it.

Sorry, but I thought...

Will you stop apologizing for everything?

OK. Sorry.

No big deal.

After all, it isn't your fault you got locked out.

Back home, we will order a pizza. Tomorrow's another day.

Sure.

Yeah, I put him up in the living room.

Don't think so. He's a nice guy.

If he steals something knowing that...

I'm not going to bring all the CDs into the bedroom.

First you say not to leave him alone, now you worry he'll steal something.

You're driving me crazy.

Then come over.

On the contrary, he will feel more at ease.

Whatever.

And leave him alone? No way.

That's nonsense.

I'll go to your place tomorrow.

Well, you come over here.

OK, do what you want. Fine. Bye.

Hey, get up and I'll make the bed.

Hey.

- I'm coming, sir. - No, it's fine, sorry.

Have you got toothpaste? I need to brush my teeth.

Sure. I'll get it.

Everything OK, sir?

Sorry, just thirsty.

What is that?

- Water. - Can I have some?

Sure, here.

- Merci. - I'm going to bed.

Martin, wake up.

Get up, it's 7:30 already.

I'm leaving, sir.

No, have some breakfast, then we'll go.

It's OK, I'll take the bus.

I can give you a lift, it's on my way.

If you're going to the sports center,

leave me at the square. You'll save time.

Sure.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Can you tell me what happened?

When I saw the police, I thought one of the students was dead!

No, but you're not far off.

When Carmen opened the gate at 7:30 this morning...

A boys' parents showed up with the police.

Their son had never come home.

They were wondering if anyone at school knew anything.

Terrible. The mother was in tears.

When Marta appears, they explain everything to her...

The students come in - and in comes the boy, as if nothing happened.

The father almost beat the hell out of him.

The poor boy was completely clueless.

He said he had slept over at a friend's, truth is he never showed up.

The mother ran into the other boy's mother in a shop in Villa del Parque.

There and then she learns the boy had never been with them.

Can you believe it? The boy lied. The rest you can imagine.

Apparently he slept over at another boy's house, and lied...

Because his parents won't let him stay with someone they haven't met.

Someone he hangs outwith on Fridays at the Plaza Devoto!

Who knows? Well anyway, the mystery's cleared up.

The school had nothing to do with it. When the police leave...

We called all the students in...

Because they were all idling around in the middle of that mess.

The father raised hell - but after, the boy was finally sent to his class.

- What class is he in? - Fourth year.

Old enough, isn't he?

Put yourself in the mother's shoes. I sympathize with her.

Of course.

Doesn't the boy have a cell phone?

I've told you all I know.

No sugar for me, please. Would you like sugar?

Sebastian!

What?

We're out of sugar.

That's OK.

No, no sugar for me, because...

I'm going to try this.

- Do you have deodorant? - In my backpack.

- And this? This is cool. - Don't, it's not mine.

Hey, spoilsport. You got none for me?

These are shit.

- Don't make a mess, Juan Pablo. - What, you haven't got any...?

- Pick one and put it on. - Leave me alone.

- I always have to clean up after you. - Relax.

- You're so skinny! - Stop it.

- You should go to jujitsu with me. - Stop it.

Stop it, Juan Pablo.

- You are so weak. - Let go of me!

- You are too weak. - You're a pain in the neck.

You seem to like it.

You always catch me when I buy an ice cream with Luisito.

So good. My children complain I buy it all for myself.

- What nonsense. - Sir...

Your T-shirt.

I couldn't give it a wash, but I didn't want you to get me wrong.

- I can wash it if you like. - No, thank you.

Bye.

- Is something wrong, Sebastian? - No.

Well then, I'll get going.

You were leaving and I'm keeping you. See you.

I don't know.

He's leaving for six months.

He'll come back at Christmas if he doesn't find work.

If he finds something, then he stays there.

You said you wanted to tell me something.

What happened?

It's nothing.

Nothing?

You said something terrible happened and then hung up on me.

My brother had called me to tell me something.

Truth is, he exaggerated. It was silly, and I got scared.

What?

He misread some tests. A half hour later, he understood them.

Do you want ice cream?

Yes.

- Albamonte. - Here.

- Alvarez. - Here.

- Barraza. - Here.

- Blanco. - No, he's absent.

- Crespo. - Yes.

Correa.

Duran.

Not here?

Sorry, sir. I did not want to sleep in my house

and I lied to you.

Which movie are we going to see?

"To Mars".

What is that about?

What? The movie?

I don't know, I haven't seen it.

I know you haven't seen it, but give me some clue.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure it must be a love story.

A love story? What a moron!

If it was "Amarte," it could be.

This is "A Marte," "To Mars".

The planet Mars. I thought it was "Amarte" - like love.

No, it's not romantic. Quite the opposite.

It's about some aliens that attack Earth and kill everyone,

then abduct all the beautiful girls on the planet.

- What do they want us for? - Us?

- Oh, come on. - It's a joke, stupid.

You don't think I'm pretty?

You are beautiful.

Wait for me.

Got everything?

Ana. Wait!

I once went to an "over 16" movie with my father.

With an adult they always let you in. To explain things for you.

Anyway, I always understand everything. Since I was little.

But sometimes there are naked people, or it gets to gory...

Just the other day, we wanted to see a 3D movie.

But the one we wanted wasn't playing.

They show Disney movies.

Or underwater movies, or space - school stuff, mostly.

- What's the name of the movie? - What?

The movie, what's it called?

A Saturno (To Saturn).

No, you said "A Marte."

Clever name. It's about space travel, but it's also a love story.

No, because in English it's just "To Mars," with no wordplay.

They could have called it "A Trip to Mars".

"A Marte" sounds like "To Mars, With Love."

I thought it was meant to be a pun.

The trailers are starting, look!

- Albamonte. - Here.

- Alvarez. - Yes.

- Barraza. - Here.

- Blanco. - No, he's absent.

- Crespo. - Yes.

What happened?

I'm sorry, sir.

So you do live with your parents.

Nothing ever got in your eye.

Let me understand what you want. Why do you have to lie?

My mother wasn't supposed to find out

or to make such a fuss.

But why did you lie?

You should have told me you had a problem, I could have helped you.

I don't know. I thought...

if I got into your house, something would happen.

Like what?

Go, call the police. We'll see who's more screwed.

Fine.

See you later.

Well, then.

The next two weeks, we teach in the schoolyard.

Have you heard about the student who was beaten near the sports field?

His parents have complained he was mugged.

This is not the first time we've had violence.

Last year there was a fight between the two schools.

We got some complaints.

Juan Cruz was just telling me we should not have swimming lessons

for the rest of the term. No free shifts at the club.

We'll have fewer complaints

if all classes are here, in the school.

The morning and afternoon schedules will remain the same.

I need a firm hand to make sure there are no fights between shifts.

Right?

- Totally. - Fine by me.

Good. I want you to go to the classrooms

and inform the students.

- Excellent. - That was it. You can go.

Excuse me. Excuse us, ma'am.

Can I have a few words with the boys?

Of course. Come in.

Some classes will be in the patio. As to swimming lessons, no changes.

Let me get this straight: you must wear a cap in the pool.

...and try to prevent athlete's foot.

Agreed?

Yes or no. I want answers.

What is it?

A problem with a student.

I had a tough day myself.

Camila, you remember Camila?

She submitted an idea, just like mine,

or almost. Too many things in common.

So I listened carefully to see what she did, if someone said something.

No one said a word. Can you believe it?

I don't care if somebody steals my idea, I have many more.

But it breaks my heart to see that nobody realizes.

There is not one person who notices something like this.

I had an awful time.

Anyway, we shouldn't talk about work.

It's not that I don't want to tell you.

It's just that I think we have enough problems with ourselves...

to let work contaminate our life. No?

I'm coming.

Most adult butterflies imbibe the flower's nectar...

with its proboscis. What is it you don't understand?

I don't know, I don't quite get it.

This proboscis is an extensible fully-developed mouth structure...

that stems from some articulate mouth pieces...

so typical with insects. This coiled tongue...

It is, in fact, a tongue.

...is very flexible and sensitive.

It goes down the flower stem...

That must be Juan Pablo.

But it can also tip over...

so the butterfly can feed from different angles...

without twisting its skeleton.

Once it stops feeding...

the tongue coils back...

into the head of the insect.

Hi.

- Martin. - How are you, Juan?

Ah, the sound failed.

Come on, dude.

So, most adult butterflies imbibe the nectar of the flower.

Imbibe means sucks in, feeds on.

With an extensible fully-developed structure stemming...

from some articulate mouth pieces typical in insects.

That's the coiled tongue, remember?

It can go down...

Juan.

Where was I? It can go down the stem of the flower...

but it can also tip over...

so that the butterfly can feed from different angles without moving.

You suck, man. Got it.

anyway- --

I don't understand. Why don't you like her?

It's not that, moron. I've known her since we were six.

She's like my little sister.

- I taught her the three times table. - So what?

You don't really think...

she's here to learn about the butterfly's feeding habits, do you?

Yeah, why not?

I'm sorry.

- I can use another room. - No, it's nothing.

Come on in.

You must be strong now. The boys need your support.

I am too sensitive. What am supposed I to do now?

- What happened? - A student passed away.

- He fell off the roof. - Who?

- Albamonte? - Here.

- Alvarez. - Yes.

- Barraza. - Here.

Crespo.

Correa.

Duran.

Thank you, sir.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

I feel a bit awkward invading your house like this.

I'll tell my grandmother I slept at Juan Pablo's, so she doesn't worry.

Good.

Sorry for getting you in trouble.

No problem whatsoever, Martin. I mean it.

OK, then. Bye.

Bye.

I'm not sure I liked the book.

It's a good story, but it starts going off on a tangent...

and it doesn't tell the story I'd like to hear.

I know it must be the idea, to leave those blank gaps.

Anyway, I felt something was missing.

I don't know.

It's one of those books you wonder whether to recommend or not.

You did like it, didn't you?

Yes.

Are you OK?

Yes.

OK. I'll take a quick shower so we can leave, yes?

- Are you OK? - You scared me, sir.

Yes. It feels like something...

got into the back of my eye.

Let me see.

It's red all over. You must have rubbed it.

Look up.

Down. To the right.

To the left.

I don't see anything.

It feels rough.

I can take you to the ER.

Something must have got in when I was looking at the broken glass

by the lockers.

Maybe. Get dressed, I'll drive you.

- OK. - Hurry up.

Sorry, sir.

I can't find the Hazel Gray CD I left you.

What?

Do you think the student, who spent the night here, stole it?

No, I don't think so.

It all sounds so weird, about that student.

Why?

I don't know.

Sometimes I think you came home with a girl...

- And you made it all up. - Excuse me?

You never talked about it.

I would never do something like that.

I would tell you not to come and have a good lay.

Besides, I told you to come, didn't I?

You knew I couldn't.

- I'm positive that's what happened. - I'm not in the mood for this crap.

I'll be waiting downstairs.

Ready. We are on schedule.

Can you? Wet nails.

Thanks.

- What's that perfume? - It's yours.

- I know. - I took a little.

- Anyway, it's unisex. Like it? - No.

Well, I thought you never wore it.

Apparently because you don't like it.

You're always saying the neighborhood is safe,

But it was here that Santiago's car was stolen.

So don't park in the street, it's risky.

Give me the bottle. No, better you bring it.

Please don't forget. And quit moping, I'm tired of it!

What?

What is it?

Wait.

It's bleeding.

Besides, they can see us.

I wanted to apologize.

I am really sorry.