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- Come on, come on.

Where are you?

It's about to start.

- Hey, someone's there?

Yeah, I'm a friend.

Carl as it is.

Come on, where the fuck are you now, man?

Hey, Tommy.

Are we meeting after the match in Arcadia?

Sure, see you there.

This is a crucial match

for the Argentine national team after a surprising defeat

against Cameroon.

We are just minutes--

- What idiot's calling during the match.

Now, the National anthem.

Argentina, despite Pompeo's surprise

injury early in the match, regaining

hope thanks to Troglio header.

- Here we go, my little fellas.

Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on. That's it.

Let's move.

Get the ball out.

Troglio has it.

Controlling the midfield with the eyes

of the Yugoslavian players fixed on him.

The team is clearly focused as they dominate their opponent.

- Come on.

Take off that clown face, you fucking cunt.

Goal!

Goal for Argentina!

Ask me anything and I will tell you a lie

Give me your love and I will make you cry

Give me your trust and I'll toy with your lovely existense

So before it's too late, you'd better take some distance

Anything shine in your heart, I'll turn into rust

All I got will turn to dust

I just gotta satisfy my lust

Dead boy, a dead boy, tonight

What a sweet sensation when you never do it right

Dead boy, a dead boy inside

Ain't no remedy, I love your cyanide.

Dead boy, a dead boy, tonight

What a sweet sensation when you never do it right

Dead boy, dead boy inside

Ain't no remedy

I love your cyanide

This time I'm scared, nothing will turn out fine

Dead boy

- Hey!

My name is coming down.

Oh, show me down.

My way.

- Listen, if you stay low and keep shooting,

the bombs won't hit you.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- With the device?

- All right, take one.

- Hey, how are you, Tommy?

- Can you buy me a beer. I have no money.

- Sure.

- Clown.

- For your information, Argentina won.

- Yes, it's on the match yesterday.

And you left me hanging.

You told me you were going to help me set up the speaker.

And I ended up doing it all by myself.

- Yeah, I know.

It's just that my head is somewhere else today.

- It's the whole thing. - What's up?

- No, not today.

I need to unwind.

Argentina won.

We finally left behind the ghost of Cameroon.

Speaking of the store, where does your dad come back, again?

- I don't know, I think maybe end of July.

No, no, no, Tomas, don't even think about it.

- Listen, a small gathering, just a few people,

our closest friends.

Pizza, no clothes-- - Hi, amiga.

How are you? - Hi.

- I forgot to stop by the store today.

Tell me if you brought me the cassette--

- Oh.

- --I asked you.

- Yeah.

Here they are.

It's 120,000 estrails.

- OK.

It's obtained.

- Thank you.

- Hey, can you find me any VHS tapes of the Deep Blue concert?

- Yes.

I'm not sure exactly what you're trying to find,

but we have an '84 VHS version at the store.

I can also ask my old man if he has the '89 version

they recorded in Japan.

- OK, let me know. - Will do See you.

- Thanks, Mikhail.

- Come, let me introduce you to a friend.

Carlos, this maximum genius here is Micaela, OK?

Perfect pitch, a sound prodigy.

Good tempered?

Well, not really.

And besides working as a DJ, she's

the owner of the record store so that officially

makes her the best, for sure.

Mica, this is Carlos.

Not as great, but he has his charm.

- Thank you.

- Well, the record shop isn't mine.

It's my dad's.

- Hey, it's good what it's sounding.

What it is?

- Blue Summer, English Hard Rock band.

If you like that, you'll love them.

The records start in the neighborhood.

You can ask him to take you in, and I'll let

you listen to the whole album.

It hasn't been released here yet.

It's supported.

- Well, I forgot to tell you that she

has a merchant's thirst.

- He's a potential client, and he has a good ear.

So if you need anything, I'm at your service.

- A natural saleswoman.

If you let her, she'll sell you an empty box.

- I love that.

I'll be there in a week.

- OK.

Listen Mica, we are leaving.

Can I drop by later?

- You're having troubles at home again?

- Yeah, well. It's routine.

It seems like they're at the age where

they take it all out on me.

- OK.

My doors are always open.

See you later.

- Again, another D. There is no such thing as a cap with a C.

We all have world up.

There's clearly scamming us.

Did her husband leave her?

Or she got fired from work.

Or maybe she's upset because of the dollar.

Well, I guess in this country it could

all happen at the same time.

Come on, poor girl.

She looks sad. - Well, yeah.

Mica, I'll see you later. I owe you one.

- Oh, yeah.

Speaking of that, would you hand them out?

- Well, if someone asked for a favor,

then immediately makes you pay for it,

one might think the favors more about

self-interest than kindness.

Good thing I know you, and that's not the case.

OK.

Catch you later.

What is this?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Do you know where they open?

- Right now.

Careful with the speaker.

Don't bump into it.

Did you bring that machine to repair?

- Yeah.

It fell and got busted.

- Listen, I can take it if you want,

but my old man is the one who actually repairs the equipment,

and he's currently away.

Still, if it's not complicated, I might take a look

and see if I can fix it.

But I already have some equipment waiting in line.

- Screw it.

I brought all this way, so go ahead.

- Great.

- So how does this work?

- Simple.

I sell cassettes put together by musical genres,

or they can also be personalized.

OK, for example, tell me three bands that you like.

- Let me see.

I like Ramones, Pistols and Stooges.

- OK.

Punk, garage rock, some rockabilly for sure.

Got it.

Look, here, in addition to those bands you mentioned,

you'll have The Clash, The Dead Boys, if you

haven't heard them before.

They will break your mind.

You'll also have Talking Heads, and I added a song

by Blondie, which I love.

- Oh, I know less than half of them.

But if you say they're like the other band, I'm in.

- You'll see.

You'll love them.

My clients have no complaints.

Here, I'll need you to sign this,

and I'll let you know when the answering machine is repaired.

Just a second.

I'll be right with you.

- How much is this?

- That one is 30,000 australs.

I tell you what's in it in a minute.

Oh, yes.

Thanks for the change.

- Mica.

- You still got half left.

- Don't say that to me.

Listen, what I did was to optimize the location,

strategically choose each place to reach new customers

and waste less paper.

You have to think about everything, dear.

- Oh, come on, cut it out, Thomas.

If this is how you're going to help, I'll do it.

- Don't frown.

Your face will wrinkle.

- Check this out.

- So you suddenly interested in the World Cup?

- No.

Remember, the woman we saw crying in that house?

- Can you give me a quick summary.

I'm too lazy to read.

- It says her father was killed, and apparently, it

wasn't a robbery.

- What a shame.

But these things happen all the time,

and people get really upset.

What can we do?

- You're a jerk.

Don't you care?

This happened right here.

You're a pain today, aren't you?

Here, make yourself useful and restock.

- At your orders, boss.

- Hey, Mica.

Sweetheart, how are you?

- Hi, Javier.

Oh, the price went up again?

- Look, I don't set the prices.

If you ask me, I give them to you.

I'm not the owner of the company.

Take it easy, all right?

But to make up for it, would you like to go for a drink?

Or to the movies on Saturday?

- No, I have a lot of things to do.

- Look what I got.

That's for you.

- Thank you.

And Javier, I have a lot of things to do.

Do you need anything else?

- Always playing hard to get.

Let's go out.

I promise you'll have a good time.

- OK, Mica, we need to keep on working.

We talk to sell.

If they don't buy, we don't talk.

Simple.

The law of the good salesman.

- Bye, gorgeous.

See you later.

- OK.

- He's so annoying.

You're being too soft with him.

I don't understand why you don't call the office

and tell them to change him for another guy.

- Because they barely know him.

I only know his name, but he knows where I work.

What if they kick him out and then he comes here?

No, it's safer this way.

- He's such a douche.

Can I keep this?

- Yes, keep it.

Argentina now has the chance

to make the difference.

Ivkovic under the post.

Uhuru is calm.

He takes distance as soon as he leaves the area.

He's up.

He strikes.

Goal.

Goal for Argentina.

Goal for Argentina 2 nil.

Stijkovic approaches the penalty spot.

He calms his nerves while placing the ball.

Going goal ready for him.

Yugoslavia's number 10 takes a long run.

Stojkovic strikes.

He strikes.

And hits the post.

Post and out of the field. - Yes.

Come on.

Stojkovic misses the penalty!

He's put it wide.

Argentina's still in the lead.

We're witnessing a historic moment.

The whole country is watching, expectant, glued to the radio

and television screens.

Diego. - Come on, Diego.

Come on, come on, Diego.

Diego, Diego.

Ikovic saves the ball.

- No, no,

- The Yogoslavoan goalkeeper saves the goal.

The hopes

of a nation are in his hands.

You can see it all in your face.

And he strikes it.

He strikes it.

- Mica, are you coming on Monday, right?

- No, I can't make it on Monday.

I'll come on Tuesday, and I'll bring your order.

You're going to be blown away.

- Sure. OK.

Finish your game. - Stop.

Don't Jinx me.

This is my last ball.

What's up?

Are you going to be a gentleman and walk me to my house?

- When am I not a gentleman?

It's practically my middle name.

- Come on, man.

Why so mysterious?

Why are you not telling me?

- It's nothing.

Just everyone busting my balls.

- Who is everyone?

- I'm the one asking.

If you feel attacked, don't take it out on me.

Getting drunk isn't going to make your problems go away.

Don't hide.

- They don't disappear.

But it does push them away for a long time.

It's like a goalkeeper kicking the ball past the half pitch.

But they my issues.

I don't want to talk.

Don't worry.

I'm happy knowing that you'll always have my back.

- Of course.

You're very clever, annoying as hell.

You always take it too far.

But here I am.

If that's not having your back for eternity,

Thomas, then nothing is.

Does it have something to do with that supposed

girlfriend who is always mentioned but never seen?

- Come on.

You're a pain too.

Can we talk about something else?

- Hey, guys. Come on.

I don't want to be rude, but I want to hit home.

So can you leave.

Hang outside, please. - Oh, yes, Claudio.

Sorry. See you on Tuesday.

- Mhm.

- Do we talk outside?

- Tommy, it's all right.

Just leave. - Sure.

Let's go.

And now a full hour

of hits on radio universe.

You're listening to Camelot's new song,

"There's Not Much To Lose.

Here with a dream

walking tall deserve a chance

I'm howling like a wildfire caught in a trance.

In a reversal leather jacket danced by her lover

Lost in the night we never got--

- Are you OK?

- Yes.

You caught me by surprise.

So you are Thomas' friend, right?

- Yes, Carlos.

We have met in Arcadia.

I'm late, but I came to keep my promise.

Blue Summer, remember?

The one you showed me the other day at the bar.

You told me you had the latest album, and here I am.

- Yes.

You caught me off guard.

I'll bring you the cassette I told you about.

You'll love them, you'll see.

It sounds amazing and makes up Def Leppard and Eden.

Rock guitar sound, epic choruses,

typical of English fans.

A very personal style of rock.

Just a second, I have to set it up, so you can hear it well.

- This looks dangerous.

It's safe?

- I've been working in it for about two months now.

Finding the exact position to get the best sound out of it,

I had to wait until my parents left to construct it.

So yes, yes, it can be dangerous.

- This sucks.

- This track?

But you told me you loved it?

- No, the newspaper.

I saw you were concerned about it.

- Yes.

- And if we're speaking about the music, I love it.

- Well, if you're interested, I also make unique music mixes

and all different types of calculations.

Dirty Silence.

I love that band.

You know, we're probably the only two

fans of Dirty in Argentina.

And this, I'm taking this.

- I get it, but I don't understand

why it affects you so much.

Did he ask you out or something?

Did you think he was hot?

- No.

- So what's the problem.

You didn't even know him.

- Don't act like an asshole, Tomas.

- OK.

- We read about tragedies that happen

every day in the newspaper.

But they're just names and photos

stuck on a piece of paper.

Besides, it's strange talking to someone and then finding out

they were killed.

Doesn't it scare you that two people from our neighborhood

were killed?

Does it seem normal to you?

- Two?

It's more like five.

- The guy you're talking about is the fifth person who

was killed in our neighborhood.

- Huh?

- Yes, I feel really scared in the streets.

My neighbor was killed during Brazil's match.

It's terrible.

- I didn't know that.

- Me too.

- It's a nightmare.

The problem is that with the World Cup

playing all day in the background,

people don't pay attention.

My neighbor reported that she was being

threatened over the phone.

The police didn't do a damn thing.

- Did you bring that machine to repair?

- Yeah, it fell and got busted.

- Two days after, she was killed.

So imagine that.

- This kid, Sebastian Levski, sends her machine to be

fixed before he got killed.

- It has a cassette inside?

- Yes, apparently it broken out stuck there.

- Well, I don't think he would care.

Hi, Sebastian.

Remember to go downtown to get the papers from the accountant.

Dad needs them.

Kisses.

We repair transformers.

All the types of devices.

- Come on.

- That was strange.

What if this was the last call

you will ever hear?

End of messages.

- Interesting.

- Well, gotta go.

- Wait, what are we going to do?

- What do you mean?

What can we do? - I don't know.

This could be important.

Mica,

- Don't get involved with this shit.

I gotta go. I'm already late.

See you later.

Last call you will ever hear.

End.

What if this was the last call you will ever hear?

Last call you will ever hear.

What if this was the last call you will ever hear.

This was-- what if this was the last call you'll ever hear?

- Dirty, Dirty, Dirty.

Dirty, Dirty, Dirty.

Dirty.

What if this was

the last call you'll ever hear?

- Hi.

It's not 8 o'clock yet, you closed?

- Today we closed earlier.

Sorry.

- Could you tell me the latest Solace album?

I'm headed to a birthday party and I have no gift.

I'm begging you, please.

- Hi.

Hi, Mica.

Dad here.

Where were you?

- Oh, what's up dad?

Sorry, I couldn't answer your call.

I was arranging a shelf and that's it.

How's everything over there?

Is mom all right?

Oh, yeah, she's fine.

We've been walking around a lot going here and there.

Mom's fascinating with everything here.

Hey, I'm looking at some crazy equipment.

Get ready because I'm coming back

with a bunch.

Mica, can you hear me?

Mica, are you there?

Mica?

What the--

- Hey.

Hey, sorry.

We are losing connection.

The store is fine.

Set of neon lights, Sunset Strip

We're running through the night

Speeding fast

No time to lose

- Mica, the music.

- Sorry, I got distracted.

- Did you bring my order.

- Claudia, you're going to kill me.

No, I forgot at the store.

Sorry.

My head's in the clouds today.

I'll stop by the store later and take it to your house,

I promise.

- Hey, well, I'll be damned.

Looks like I called you with my mind.

- What's up.

I just came back to pick an order for Claudia.

- Seriously, what's the matter?

- Yeah, I know you saw me.

Sorry, I had to go.

- Problems?

- Yeah, you could say that.

- Want to come inside?

- It's complicated.

I don't even know where to start.

- Maybe it's not that complicated.

I mean, I don't find complicated than my best

friend has a boyfriend.

Come on, dude.

We've known each other since we were 12.

You like Cyndi Lauper more than Pat Benatar.

What's the problem?

- This is why you're the best?

I wish you were my parents.

Would you like to adopt me?

- No way, dude.

You're quite the expense.

- My head's spinning.

Between what I'm keeping inside, the trouble I

have getting it out, and Carlos won't

stop pressuring me about coming out, I just can't take it.

- Well, he's right, you know.

Are you going to keep it inside forever?

You need to be free.

- Yeah, I know he's right.

But it's hard for me.

And my old man has a heart of stone.

He will never accept me.

He will kick me out of the house for sure, which

you know he's capable of doing.

And I don't know if I can deal with it at the moment.

- You don't know that.

Besides, you don't need him to accept, just to understand.

- Easier said than done, though.

- Listen, it's your life, not your parents.

And it's better to face your problems

by talking about them, or what?

Are you going to keep them inside forever?

- No way.

You'll suffer.

- Yeah, it's just not the right time.

OK, I know it's never the right time, but--

well, let's talk about something else, come on.

I need a break, please.

- Do you want to hear something very strange.

- My favorite things.

- Do you remember the recording we were

listening to the other day?

The voicemail message.

Well, I discovered that the person who made that call

was listening to this mix tape.

- And how do you know this is the cassette?

- Because I know.

It's a Dirty track, followed by one by Komplot.

What are the chances of someone doing this exact same mix?

Thomas, I'm telling you that the tape that the murderer was

listening to, I recorded it.

- And do you know who you sold it to?

- No, I don't have any records.

Unless they are personalized.

What I do know is that I made 10 copies,

and I sold them to five people.

So one of these five listeners is the killer.

- Or someone who gave it to the killer.

- It gives me the shivers, though, to think that it's

someone who was around here.

I don't know what to do.

- Not much you can do, though.

- I will call the police right now.

- Say what, Mica?

This is all just a coincidence.

It doesn't prove anything.

You can't get anything clear out of it,

and you're just getting yourself in more trouble.

- But it feels bad.

This could be a useful clue.

- Come on, girl.

You don't want to report the creepy delivery guy who's

constantly messing with you because you're

afraid of what might happen.

And you go and expose yourself to a guy who might know

you might know where you work.

And on top of that is already killing people.

Does that make sense, Micaela?

- OK, you're right.

But how am I supposed to keep opening the store or

work night shifts in Arcadia?

This guy could be anyone in the world.

- There's nothing you could do about it.

And you're putting yourself in the middle of the story.

All we can do is hope that those who are in charge of these cases

do their job.

It's what it is.

What else can we do?

Do you have anything to drink around here?

The San Paolo stadium in Napoli.

This is the venue for the first semi-final

of the 1990 Italy World Cup.

Argentina coming up against none other than.

The entire stadium buzzing with excitement for the big match.

Attention.

- Stop, stop.

Leave that song.

I love it.

- What's the matter?

- Mhm, I was thinking, and I think

we should tell your husband.

Come clean and see what happens.

- And tell him what?

There's nothing to talk about.

This is what it is.

I don't know.

We can stay.

We can go.

You decide.

- What is it?

- Look, a car.

- What?

- There's a car over there.

- Do you recognize the Chevy?

Could it be your husband?

- I don't think so.

There's no one inside. Let's go.

I don't like this at all.

- Think, think.

1, 2, 3, 4--

oh, no.

I am missing one.

I can't believe this.

- Good day, precious.

How's my favorite girl?

How's my lovely flower.

- Look Javier, I have no patience for you today.

Here's more than usual. Keep the change.

- Hey, come on, I'm done with your silly games.

I'm not leaving you until you tell me--

- Stop it, asshole.

- I'm sick of you hitting on me.

There is no way I'm going out with you.

So don't get on my fucking nerves.

Take it, take it.

Go away.

I don't want to see you here anymore.

Jerk!

- Mica!

Everything OK?

- Yes.

I don't know.

The truth is, I'm pretty upset with everything

that's happening.

And I'm not really in the mood for assholes.

- I know, and you're here all alone.

Did you tell your parents what's going on?

- No, no, no, no.

I'd rather not tell them.

They're isolated on vacation.

- Sure.

But this is serious.

I don't know how you even dare to go out knowing there's

a crazy person on the street.

- Hey, come on, Sully, don't give me that shit.

Besides, you move around on your own, too.

- Yes, but not during the matches.

I am stuck at my house.

Since I watched the second match on Argentina won,

my old man has me glued to the couch as part of his ritual

or whatever.

- Well, nothing's going to happen.

- I know.

But I wouldn't push my luck that much either.

- Cut it out now.

- OK.

I'll take the Ruxi record you owe me from the other day.

- Perfect.

Hello.

Your name is Fernando Salvo, right?

- You don't look like a journalist.

- I'm not.

But I like to ask you a few questions.

- I'm not interested.

And no one in this town gives a shit.

- Could you see his face?

- He was wearing a mask.

Now, leave me be.

Are you one of those who are obsessed with morbid stuff?

- No, no, no.

Sorry, but I discovered something about the killer,

and I don't know what to do with it.

What if this was

the last call you'll ever hear?

- So what happened with this?

- Sebastian never returned for his answering machine

because he was the last victim after your--

after Miriam.

I discovered that the killer listened to this cassette

which came from my store.

This is all so weird, everything.

Way too much.

Listen, I'm a fucking mess right now.

I had the chance to help Miriam, but the guy was faster than me.

He caught me off guard.

- What about the husband?

I read she was married.

- We weren't doing anything wrong.

But no one cared.

But the media say whatever they wanted.

We met to talk about a work-related matter.

No, they got him with five more, so they ruled him out quickly.

- Listen, I know it's hard, but I might

have something important here.

I don't know exactly what it is.

Maybe you saw something, some detail about the clothes.

Something that could help me relate him to a client.

- Nothing specific.

He was wearing a hood over his head, something covering

his face, and I'm pretty sure he was wearing gloves because they

didn't find any fingerprints.

- And the vehicle?

Could you see its license plate?

- No, but he was moving like a young guy.

And of course, it all happened during the match.

- Hey.

- And that cassette, it's something you can trace?

Maybe the police could do something with it.

- No, I can't trace it, I have nothing.

But you must know something.

Otherwise, what did you come here?

We should go to the police.

- No, sorry.

I didn't mean to bother you.

I'm not thinking straight.

- You're not thinking straight.

What the hell are you doing then?

Are you playing detective?

You have to tell me if you know anything.

He killed her in front of me.

Do you understand that?

- I'm sorry.

End of messages.

I know who you are, Micaela.

- If you like critical impulse, then you love sand.

You'll see.

Do you need something?

- Yes, I've been looking for the World Cup killer compilation.

Do you have it? - What?

- Excuse Me, do you have the tape of the crazy guy

who kills people? - Hey, I was here first.

- Guys, take a hike. This is not the store.

You believe anything, and then you go vote.

Come on, leave.

Excuse me.

The store is closed.

Thanks.

What the hell are you thinking?

- What's going on?

- How did this happen?

- How did it happen?

Well, Mica, if you go around telling people everything,

this is what happens.

The press is starving for information,

and you just serve them a steak.

What were you thinking, Micaela?

Why would you tell anyone that you made the cassette

this lunatic is using?

- Wait, I didn't.

Yes, I went to meet this guy Fernando to see

if I could get more information, to see if I could find

a connection with a client.

- A connection with a client?

Are you even listening to yourself?

OK, client connector.

Your little Scooby Doo act just puts you right in the spotlight

for the whole world to see.

- OK, but wait, look, he didn't mention me by name or the store.

These are just his plain words.

- I'm going to kill her.

- It is not about the name.

It is about the tape that a girl in a record store recorder

is the one the killer used to make a call.

And if this lunatic reads the news, and he bought it here,

it's not rocket science.

- Yeah, but the cassette could belong to anyone.

- You're not getting it.

Listen, if the killer bought the cassette here,

he figured out that you made it.

In other words, he knows you figured out the details.

You get it now?

- Maybe he doesn't read the papers.

- I think a guy who kills people during the World Cup

definitely wants attention.

I'm pretty sure he reads the news.

- This guy is such an idiot.

What do I do?

- No, no, don't blame him.

It's all your fault. So now keep the record

store closed until this whole thing blows

over or gets resolved.

It's going to be a full journalist circus around here.

And you better start thinking of what you're going

to say to the police, girl.

And maybe figure out what you're going to hide

during Argentina's next match.

What if this was

the last call you'll ever hear?

- Hello.

Hi.

- Mica, Mica, I know you're in there.

Mica, I see you home.

Hey, Mica.

It's me, Javier.

I'm kidding.

Don't be scared.

- You psycho.

Get away from here or I'm calling the police.

- What a fucking whore.

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Fucking bitch, whore, cunt.

In the crime segment, the wave of violence in

Bernal continues.

Last night, neighbors discovered the body

of Javier Monetti, a 21-year-old man who was brutally attacked.

Don't miss the full report on this case and more

in our Evening News.

On a lighter note, in sports, today

marks a historic moment as the Argentine team faces Alemania

in the World Cup finals.

- You should put a 29-inch TV in here so we could

all watch the final together.

- Mate, you're buying the TV for me.

Go on, get out of here.

See you.

Hey, I am about to close.

- Tell Thomas I fucking left.

- OK, let's look on the bright side.

One less douchebag in the world.

- Don't say that.

Come on.

I swear, I can't believe it.

- Well, believe it because it's on the news.

The other good thing is that maybe thanks to that guy,

you're alive today.

Have you thought about that?

What was the killer doing here?

- Yeah, that's true.

Besides, I told Javier to fuck off.

- Even worse.

- Thomas, your friend just left.

He told me to let you know.

- OK.

Still having problems?

- Yeah.

I don't know.

Either I make a move or he's out.

So much drama.

It's suffocating.

- Well, he has a point.

Stop it.

Don't be a coward.

- OK.

See if I can find him.

When he gets like this, he's unbearable.

Are you staying? - No.

I'm leaving soon. I have to go.

- OK. Catch you later.

- See you.

She hit me straight to the heart

Like a gift from my birthday

Tore me apart

- I can't believe this.

I have no luck.

No way.

You're cheating.

Start getting retips because in two or three

moves I will finish.

- Now, we're talking.

OK.

Please don't put down any double fives.

Hey, what's going on with Marcus He

used to talk about him nonstop.

Marcus this, Marcus that for hours on end without a break.

And now you've been quiet for, like, a week.

- Marcus is over.

Well, I don't even know what he was because there was nothing.

He's such a loser.

I threw him a billion hands, and the guy just doesn't get it.

No, Sabri, interested is fine.

Obsessed?

Never.

I'm not here to wake up zombies.

- He wasn't exactly right away.

I knew he was kind of dumb.

I told you so.

I hate to say it, but I was right.

- Let me tell you the latest scoop.

You won't believe it.

I've got the house to myself.

My parents won't be back until late.

I call him and tell him to come over to study

for the chemistry test.

- Oh, crap.

The game's about to start.

I thought you were going to watch it here.

It's no problem, really.

- Impossible.

I already told you about my dad and his superstitions.

- No, Sully, you can't leave with all the chaos out there.

No way, stay.

Or wait, I'll ask my dad to drive you.

- Do you want your dad to hate me?

No.

It's OK.

The game starts in 10.

I'm 5 blocks away.

I'll head out now.

Otherwise, my dad is going to kill me.

I'm too young to die.

Open the door.

Come on.

- No, wait.

You didn't finish telling me about Marcus.

I'll tell you later, because it's a long story.

But here's a teaser.

As soon as he arrived, he shows me

a huge thermodynamic synoptic table.

Bye.

I'm gone.

--between Argentina,

the reigning champion, World Cup.

This is a historic match-up between two teams,

then faced each other in the final

just four years ago at the Mexico '86 World Cup.

- Mica, are you OK?

Is everything all right?

- Is this gusset yours?

- No, it is not mine.

But that backpack's Thomas's.

He left it behind here last week.

And then again today.

He forgot it.

I'm not going to be responsible if somebody steals it.

- Wait, what are we going to do?

- What do you mean?

What can we do?

- I don't know.

This could be important.

- Mica, don't get involved in this shit.

- Do you know who you sold it to?

- No, I don't have any records, unless they are personalized.

What I do know is that I made 10 copies.

So one of these five listeners is the killer.

- Mica, this is all just a coincidence.

It doesn't prove anything.

You can't get anything clear out of it.

And you're just getting yourself in more trouble.

But they're my issues.

I don't want to talk.

I'm happy knowing that you'll always have my back.

- Mica?

Are you OK?

--want to get

the papers from the accountant that needs them.

What if this was--

what if this was last call you will ever hear?

- What are you doing?

- How did you get in?

- Dude, you left the door unlocked.

- Stop, Tommy, don't come closer.

Why are you here?

- I don't understand what the hell is wrong, Mica?

- You took the mixtape that was missing, the mix.

- OK, yeah, you caught me.

You know I'm a bit of a kleptomaniac.

What's all this?

Have you gone completely mad.

What are you thinking? - Stop, Tommy.

Don't come any closer.

Why are you here?

Why aren't you watching the match?

Answer me.

I got into a fight with Carlos.

That's what happened.

I'm not in the mood for a match.

I was on my way to your house, saw you inside the store,

and wanted to be with my best friend.

But apparently, I'm a psychopath.

- Then why did you have that cassette?

I found the empty box in your backpack.

- I took the cassette because there were a couple of songs

that Carlos liked, and I threw awake

the box because I wanted to make it look

like it made the tape myself.

That's all.

- So one of these five listeners is the killer.

- Or someone who gave it to the killer.

- Carlos, please.

The only-- the only two Dirty fans in Argentina.

Dirty Silence.

I love that Band.

- You know, we're probably the only two

fans of Dirty in Argentina.

- Emergency.

I need an ambulance sent to 9 of Julio 713 urgently.

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, I'm sorry.

I called an ambulance.

Sorry.

Tommy.

Tommy, forgive me, please.

Hey, open.

Come out, son of a bitch.

Open.

- Do you know the attacker's full name or where he lives?

Any information you can provide to help us track him down.

- All I know is that his name is Carlos.

I met him days ago, so I don't have much information.

He was a friend of Thomas.

OK.

We appreciate your cooperation.

We'll get back to you when we have a little bit

more information, OK?

If you need us to take you to your parents' house or anything,

just please let us know.

We have a car at your disposition.

Just please let us know.

Mica, you know that even

though you were far away, you can count on us for anything.

- Thanks, dad.

My mind is all over the place.

Have you seen Thomas' parents yet?

- Yes.

Yes, I don't know.

I couldn't look them in the eye.

I feel awful.

I swear, I can't believe it.

Listen, don't watch TV, don't read newspapers,

don't look for updates.

Try to take your mind off all this, please.

- Yes, I know.

And don't be alone.

- Yeah, auntie said she's coming by sometime today.

Were you able to arrange something?

Yes.

We managed to change the flight, but the earliest

we could get it tomorrow night.

- OK, Dad, I gotta go.

She's here.

You know mum and I love you, right?

- Tell mom I'm fine and send her my love.

- OK, sweetheart. - Bye bye.

OK bye bye.

Who's there?

Who's there?

The list of murders

during the match between Argentina and Germany

is growing.

Police found the body of Carlos Viagra, a 20-year-old man.

Viagra was identified by the survivor, Micaela Silva,

as the alleged perpetrator of the recent acts of violence.

This case adds to the latest victims,

Soledad Leroy and Tomas Bosio.

The real culprit remains unidentified

by local authorities.

We have to finish what we started.

I don't know when, but I'm coming for you Micaela.

Nine in the morning

I'm still on the run

The sun is shining

My eyes wide open

Coming from the ditch

I don't give a fuck

Looking like an old bitch

I need to make a fast buck

I wanna live fast

I wanna die young

I need a place to crashout or need a blast

Never want to go down

Overloaded, overloaded, overloaded

I wanna be a junkie, wanna destroy my body

Let me do it one more time

I wanna get high till I die

Get some dope

Something to abuse

Then I only hope

I love to light the fuse

I need a fix

I wanna get stuck

Then I get my kick

It takes me to the guts

I want to die tomorrow

And live forever

My mind is ready to blow

I feel like a sick

motherfucker Overloaded

Overloaded

Overloaded

I want to be junkie

Want to destroy my body

Let me do it one more time

I want to get high until I die

1, 2, 3

I want to be a junkie

4, 5, 6

Provide my fix

7, 8

Really can't wait

9, 10

This death will never end

1, 2, 3

I want to be a junkie 4, 5, 6

Provide my fix

7, 8

Really can't wait

9, 10

This death will never

end Ah!

Overloaded

Overloaded

Overloaded

I want to be a junkie

Want to destroy my body

Let me do it one more time

I want to get high until I

die Overloaded

Overloaded

Overloaded

Ah-ah-ah!

Ask me anything

And I will tell you a lie

Give me your love

And I will make you cry

Give me your trust

And I'll toy with your lovely existence

Before it's too late

You'd better take some distance

Anything that shines in your heart

I'll turn it to rust

All I got will turn to dust

I just gotta satisfy my lust

Dead boy

A dead boy tonight

What a sweet sensation

When you never do it right

Dead boy

A dead boy inside

Ain't no remedy

I love your cyanide

Dead boy

A dead boy tonight

What a sweet sensation when you never do it right

Dead boy

A dead boy inside

Ain't no remedy

I love your cyanide

This time I'm scared

Nothing will turn out fine

I went too far

I've seen it in your eyes

Anything that shines in your heart

I'll turn it to rust

All I got will turn to dust

I just gotta satisfy my lust

Dead boy

A dead boy tonight

What a sweet sensation when you never do it right

Dead boy

A dead boy inside

Ain't no remedy

I love your cyanide

Dead boy

A dead boy inside

Dead boy