Crime Wave (Ola de crímenes) (Ola de crímenes)

Geez!

Hello.

This is incredible.

I should report this. No, you should go to jail.

Father, I haven't even started.

Oh, I didn't mean you, dear.

Conceived without sin.

"Download the latest version of Java Script?"

You download Java for free

to pay city taxes. A scam they should go to jail for.

But this is a perversion of justice.

They give you ten free minutes of Java

and if you don't have time to fill out the form, which is impossible,

then you have to pay up.

Usurous bastards!

Let's get to it. Okay...

Why have you come?

Me? To confess.

Not even God confesses anymore.

Don't tell me that, father, please.

I really need to confess.

Go ahead.

I haven't got all morning.

First of all, father, is it true

that no matter what I say, it stays here,

- no matter what? - Honey, this isn't Twitter.

What are your sins?

I would say all of them.

Please, be a little more specific.

Do you read the papers?

The crime wave in Bilbao? Well, that was me.

Go on, beat it. I have things to do.

No, please. I need to tell someone. I swear to God

- everything I'm about to say is true. - Don't blaspheme!

I saw this coming.

- Excuse me? - Nothing, personal stuff.

I have plenty of things going on too, you know.

My taxes, the Java... Plenty.

And coming here,

listening, forgiving...

It's not easy either.

Start from the beginning.

Okay.

From the beginning. Here goes.

Make yourself comfortable.

CRIME WAVE

Come on, please. Don't.

No, no, no.

No! No! You're not taking anything!

You hear me?

I'm taking this...

- and this. - No! I gave you those clubs.

Right, they're mine. And I'm going to use them.

- But you don't play golf. - I do now. Is there a problem?

And you have one month, 30 days to move out. I'm selling it.

What? You can't kick your son out, he's a minor.

Yes, I can, Leyre.

You're starting a cupcake business, right? You don't need my money.

But he'd have to change schools.

And he finally made a friend. Julen.

- You can't do this, Cosme. - Yes, I can.

Cosme...

What are you fucking thinking, Leyre? That for occasional sex

I'd come back to you?

He's your son.

No. That freak is your son.

You made him all weird and retarded with all that therapy.

A fucking freak.

Vanesa is behind this, isn't she?

Unbelievable.

Your wife is a monster, just so you know.

What's your fucking problem?

What's your problem?

Is that what they teach you at school?

Is that what I'm paying for?

To learn bullshit? Are you stupid or what?

Maybe it's the teachers, for teaching you that fucking crap.

All I wanted was a normal kid, damn it!

You're a fool, fooling around all fucking day.

Where did you get it? There are no fools in my family.

From your mother.

It's obvious, she's stupid. A total fucking lame ass.

She can't even fry an egg, damn it.

Goddamn fucking cell phone!

I hope you explode.

You shameless bastard, you're ruining my life.

But Asier...

Asier...

Do it.

No, don't. Oh, God. I'm so nervous.

What do we do?

I'm a minor. I might not even go to jail.

You're not a murderer, you got that?

We'll say

that I did it and that's that.

If you go to jail, what will I do?

Oh, sweetie.

Vanesa.

- Mom. - What?

The scissors have your initials.

- So? A gift from my sister. - Exactly.

They'll give you away. "LB" for Leyre Blanco, right?

Geez.

- I can't. - Done.

Turn off that thing, damn it.

And clean all that up, please.

It's Julen. Should I answer? If I don't, he might suspect.

Hi.

- Hi, Asi. Are you at home? - Yeah.

- Can I sleep over? - Okay.

Can he sleep over?

Asier!

No. Bye!

I told you to be more talkative with him, he's your friend.

You have to nurture friendship.

What do we do now?

One, two...

three!

You're still a pain in the ass, even dead.

I won't let you ruin my son's life too.

You wanted a stud? Look, here he is.

You'll finally be proud of him.

Look at how we ended up.

Mom, what are you doing?

Taking your dad's car somewhere far away. We'll say he never came over.

- You don't know how to drive. - Well, I'll learn.

- Come on. - Mom...

- What? - You need an alibi.

When they do the autopsy, they'll know the time of death.

If you were seen somewhere else at that time,

you couldn't be the murderer.

Okay, say that again.

If someone else sees you a little while ago somewhere else,

you can't be the murderer.

That's right. I'll move the car tonight.

Just don't feel bad, sweetie.

I'll find myself an alibi. No problem.

Geez!

- Hi. - Hello.

- Where to? - Somewhere far away.

No, downtown.

What's wrong...?

- You're looking at me a lot. - Who, me?

Yeah, it happens a lot lately, I'm in a commercial.

You know, the dull guy who asks for a loan

with the saucy girl who won't shut up. I'm the dull guy.

I'm an actor.

I just drive my dad's taxi

because I can't get work. You know, all the nepotism.

But I can't complain,

I've done a few ads.

Well, two. But I'm out there.

And the taxi helps me.

Because I know a lot of psychology

and I observe my customers to give my characters...

Stop, stop! Here.

Thank you.

I hope I didn't bother you. I talk too much

sometimes. My dad tells me not to bug the customers...

So you're an actor.

That's great.

Would you do me a favor?

Look, I want to play a joke on someone.

I'll go in that diner and in ten minutes

you come in and act like we're friends, okay?

And the meter?

Leave it running, I'll pay. Please.

You know what this reminds me of?

"Taxi Driver." The De Niro movie. Bob. He's a master, a god.

Okay, then.

Hey!

What kind of friend? Improvising sounds easy

but it can be hard.

My lover. Is that okay?

Me? Me? Come on, please!

Tell me what the problem is!

- Hi. - Hello.

A cup of decaffeinated coffee

with lukewarm milk, please. No! Red tea.

No, black.

Oh, I'm sorry. My stomach isn't right.

- Can you make up your mind? - A Bloody Mary.

A Bloody Mary.

I'm waiting for my husband, he's late.

It's strange.

Are you married?

It's him. He doesn't want to.

Good, don't. All men are bastards.

My husband who's making me wait ran off with my best friend

and left me and our son.

He's a complicated kid.

There are some real sluts out there.

Do that to me and I'll kill you.

Now there's a psycho after me.

Just what I needed. It's better to be alone.

My love. Lie to me. Tell me you love me.

You see? A psychopath.

What?

Stop following me! I'll call the police,

you bastard!