I'm playing no games! The next bullet goes right to you.
Easy.
We're here to save her.
-Nothing else. -She's lost too much blood.
There's nothing to do here. We need to take her now.
-I'm serious. -If she dies,
you're going to regret it your entire life.
Let us take her…
-please. -Ramón…
Ramón.
Dad, don't get any closer, please.
You don't want to rot in prison, do you?
You have no idea what it's like in there.
Don't you lecture me, fucking fat ass.
There's too many people outside.
Shut up, man!
My sister and father are in there.
-I want to know what's happening, Captain! -Take your positions!
We're losing her, she'll have heart failure any moment.
We need to do something now, please!
See?
Please…
It's my fault, she has nothing to do with this!
-Shut up! This is my dad's jewelry store. -What the hell are you doing?
What are you doing? You idiot!
Come. Help me out with your partner, all right?
He's just helping me, okay?
Come…
-Hold this right here. Steady, all right? -Is it okay?
Yes, yes.
No, no, no, no, no…
Your dad is outside.
He is?
You are…
the most important thing to him.
Fuck off. You don't know my dad.
He's an asshole.
Don't you bullshit me.
What the fuck are you doing?
-No, Ramón! -Let go! Let go!
Fire!
Drop the gun!
Drop it now! Drop the gun!
Marigaby, Doc?
-You all right? -I'm fine, get Dad!
-Where is he? -Over there!
Ramón? Dad, are you okay?
What the hell happened?
-I've got this. Help your sister. -You sure?
-Yes. -Okay.
The bullet did exit. You're going to be okay.
Breathe.
Criminal.
Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?
The blondie's ours.
Fuck that. We got here first, she's coming with us.
Marigaby, let them.
-We're not vultures. -Ramón, are you for real?
Nice work, people. Everything clean?
-Clean, sir. -Nice work, assholes.
Motherfuckers.
-You okay? -Yeah, bro.
-Let's pull. Pull now. -All right.
These hooks will break soon. I've told you.
She's not ventilating.
Blood pressure is 90-30. We're losing her.
-Put her in Trendelenburg position. -That's not done anymore.
I said Trendelenburg position, now.
Hit the gas, man.
Right up, Doc.
I'm going as fast as I can.
Hey, fuck, fuck, fuck…
She made it!
-Who? The officer? -Yes!
-Fuck! -Congratulations, Doc.
MIDNIGHT FAMILY
INSPIRED BY THE DOCUMENTARY MIDNIGHT FAMILY
No way!
Are they cheering for you?
Yes, they dedicated the screening to me.
Really, the good thing about this was realizing I'm not alone.
I can tell.
You know what? You must feel like a lucky woman.
You have a girlfriend who loves you madly.
You are right.
And your acting partners look so nice.
And you made a new friend at the earthquake.
Thank you.
-What for? -For everything.
My actress.
What about you?
What about me?
Well, I don't know, tell me anything.
Nothing medical.
Help me get distracted.
All right, then. I mean…
What can I tell you?
How's your love life going?
I mean…
There's this one doctor at the Central Hospital.
Not Bernie, though.
It's a guy I met because we used to work there a lot with our ambulance.
We started dating secretly.
But I think we've fallen into this routine of just hiding…
It's like we're going nowhere. I don't know…
But…
what do you want with him?
What do I want?
Gee, I think I never ask myself that.
Between not having time, and…
It's also kinda scary, right? Thinking you know what you want.
Did she show it to you?
-She did! -Amazing, isn't it?
I want to see the movie already. It looks great!
-Thank you. -Can you leave it shut?
-Does it hurt again? -No.
Don't minimize it, honey.
She's been having headaches due to lights and noises lately.
Everything.
I think we should tell her doctor but she's as stubborn as a mule.
Come on. I'm sure it's nothing.
I'm on so many meds… I'll take some aspirin and be good as new.
What do you think, Doctor? Should I head back to the hospital?
Don't even say that.
You were hit by an entire building.
But you know what the best medicine is?
-This. -Love.
I'm your best medicine.
So cheesy.
STRUCTURE REVIEW
How tall?
Good afternoon.
-Can you meet me at my office? -Yes.
I'm on my way.
I left my phone in the car.
Marigaby.
Don't be like that. Let's talk, pretty please?
Talk? So you can shove another favor in my face?
Yeah, I was a dick. I know.
But don't act the same way. You're better than me.
I haven't stopped calling you. Let's talk, please.
Oh, man. I'm sure those two have something going on…
-Pretty guy, isn't he? -Quite handsome!
At least we know she has good taste in men.
Excellent taste.
Why don't you go and talk to them?
Maybe you'll get a date.
I mean it.
Do you want us to formalize it?
We can do that.
Let them do whatever they want. It's not like I'm dating her.
Dude, come on. You like her.
Fight for her.
What if they're fighting?
You know.
I've got class. We'll talk later.
Think about it. We'll talk later…
The hell?
I didn't know Julito couldn't see well.
He's never complained before.
I'm a terrible father.
You're so dumb.
But now he needs the two of us and his siblings.
But it's just…
I get it. They're mad at me.
But for now, let's talk about Julito.
I think we can agree that, while we're working,
-he stays with you and… -Yes.
-…we keep in touch, right? -Right.
I'm also going to try to be nicer to…
But like, did you really like him just because he's thin?
Come on, Ramón! That again?
Really, just stop it, please.
I know I've changed.
You know how I realized?
The other day I was called a "fat ass" by a teenager.
No. Really?
It felt awful, you know?
It was awful, but it got worse when I looked in the mirror.
And it's true.
I really am a fat ass.
But you've always been charming.
What?
Where are we going?
I need to go back to my restaurant.
No, I know. I also have to go fix my apartment.
So?
Look…
We used to make out on that bench, remember?
No.
-It's our song. -No, no, no, no…
Look, I knew this would happen the second you asked me to meet here.
You said these were neutral grounds. This isn't neutral.
Shall we dance?
No. No, Ramón. Really. No, Ramón.
I'm serious. This isn't okay.
It's not a big deal.
-I'm sure it isn't. -I'm sorry.
The only time you serenaded me was when you proposed.
And look at all that had to happen for you to do it again.
-I'm sorry… -Ramón.
-I'm sorry… -I mean it.
THE AXOLOTL
What makes a place a home?
It's clear to me it isn't the place, or the things we hang on the walls, right?
Maybe it's what we fill our lives with.
I don't know.I'm being so cheesy.
I think I'm freaking falling for him.
I've got some strong coffee over here.
-Do you play the guitar? -Not at all.
It's my mother's.
-Nah… -I swear.
-So Dr. Gómez plays the guitar? -She does. I swear.
Nice!
As a kid she used to sing me songs by Cecilia Toussaint.
-You know her, right? -No, I don't.
She's the Mexican Patti Smith.
She's what? Smith?
So you don't know Patti Smith either?
-No. -Damn.
This is Cecilia Toussaint.
-Let me introduce you. She sings this… -Sing it for me.
This guitar is a little out of tune. It goes like…
Highway…
One sec.
It's been a while riding this Highway…
-You can stop now, all right? -It's the guitar, it's out of tune.
No, I get it but it's okay.
-Pizza time! -I'll be right back.
I'll be here.
Just one second.
-Hey! This is my share! -How much was it?
I want pineapple!
Did you bring the sauce?
Well they're pretty charred, but still edib--
And, thank God, the restaurant is growing slowly but surely.
How could it not? Your food is delicious.
By the way…
Here.
It's not much but it's something.
It's not out of… guilt.
It's because I want to, because I can, and…
because now I have my own stuff to give.
Mom…
When you left…
was it because of my godfather's cousin?
Do you really think I left because your dad's a flirt?
It really hurt when it happened.
But…
I had my own reasons.
-Very personal. -What reasons?
Well, I…
I used to live in anguish, always.
I worried for you all, and…
I started losing myself…
Mom, Mom, Mom!
Marcus took a day off. He went to a party.
Can I go to work with them? Help the big Boss?
-No. -Come on!
Marigaby.
It's the two of us today.
By the way, our building was checked. We can go back into the apartment.
All of us.
Come on, Mom! Tomorrow's Saturday! Marcus can't work either.
He's just rehearsing for tomorrow again. Come on, man.
I mean, he didn't ask for permission. He just told me.
That's what they do these days…
What kind of event is it?
Marcus and Cris are competing at a hip-hop battle.
-That's great. -He didn't tell you?
No…
The sandwiches, dear. Here.
-Thanks, Ma. -Bye!
Let's go, kid.
Move, move, move.
-He probably forgot. -Yeah, most likely.
We're all going back home.
So can I go in the ambulance?
-No! -No!
You go, girl! Keep at it.
Deejay, lay it down for me!
Let's bring the house down!
And it goes like this, yo
How can I remain seated When I still got beer?
I'll shut your mouth If you call me dear
The predator Feeling like he's the prey
'Cuz we go out but we don't know If we'll come back today…
Dude, seriously, leave something for the crows.
Is that how you say hi to your bro, dog?
-I'm sorry, my guy, how you doing? -'Sup, dude?
-You all right? -What's up? Wanna blast it?
You bet, G. All right.
Hey, alone?
Just this one, I swear.
But tomorrow, who's our secret weapon? Who is it?
-Promise. -Just go.
Make some noise, my guys 'Cause this is my goodbye
I hope you had an awesome night!
Let's hear it for "El Cuervo."
Yeah. Bring it, bring it.
Great.
In the mouth and all, dude.
Assholes, you're screwing it!
Just tell me if you fucked the guy. I'll understand.
Hey, they're fighting over there.
But did you do it or not, bitch?
-Calm down. -Did you fuck him?
-Hey, asshole! Chill! -Hey! Let her go!
-Leave me alone! -…a whore, a slut, a fucking tramp…
-That's enough, dude! Stop! -Bitch!
-Let go! Enough! -What? You want me to let go?
-Drop it. Drop it now. -You're a whore. A slut.
Do you want me to kill myself, you stupid bitch?
Do you, bitch?
-You're scaring me. Enough. -Scary? I'll show you scary, motherfucker!
-Nobody likes you, slut! You're all alone! -Shut up!
-Chill, dude… -Stay out of it, prick.
-Do you want some of this too? -Just chill, man! Put that thing down!
You want me to put it down, bitch?
-It's okay, dear. Stay here with me. -Juan!
-She's just a girl, man! -Just a girl my ass, bitch!
Hey!
-Marcus! -Stay there, man!
-Relax! Chill! -You're a fucking dick!
Hey, girl!
-Don't come close, please. -Chill.
It's all right, relax.
Do you need anything? Should I call someone?
Talk to me.
When you trust someone they only mess you up.
He said he would treat me right.
Why does everything have to be so fucked up?
Girl, but why are you with that prick?
He told me he'd help me run away from home.
Stay back.
All right, easy.
It's fine, all right? It's cool.
I've also wanted to get the hell out for a while.
Why do people that say they love me treat me like shit?
They're shit.
But it's going to be all right, okay?
Relax, we should get out of here.
I'll help you get out, okay?
Cristina.
Give us a minute.
-Are you okay? -It's okay.
-Tell him to go away. -I'm sure. It's okay.
Give us a minute.
Let's move. We'll talk somewhere else.
Come, let's walk. It's going to be fine.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Are you okay?
Yeah, let's go.
Girl! No, no. Don't jump!
No!
No! What the fuck! What the fuck!
Coming through!
-Coming through. -Jesus, watch it!
Fuck off. Coming through!
Stay back please, I'm a paramedic!
Please, stay back!
Bro, move back, please! Get the hell back.
I said stay back, damn it! "Estopas," move them!
All right, people, stay back! Stay back!
My name is Marcus, I'm a paramedic. I'm here to help you.
Doc? I was at a party and a girl fell down…
I need you here, now!
It's an 0-84, Doc!
At the old factory, where we party. At Colonia Obrera.
But get here ASAP!
Crisis, come! Come, come, come.
I need your help here, okay?
She can't fall asleep. Talk to her but don't let her sleep.
-I need two caps, man. -Hey. I'm here.
"Estopas," come, come.
Get me two caps, something to wrap her and a hoodie, okay? Move it.
Pass me your bandana.
You're strong. You're so very strong, dear.
Crisis, help.
Harder, harder, harder.
"Cuervo," come, man. Sit here. Listen, you're going to grab her shoulder.
Place your other hand right here, got it?
On my mark. We turn her on three.
We need to turn her.
-One… -Two… three.
I know. I know it hurts…
You're very strong!
-Put that phone away, my God! -Fucking asshole!
Here's my hand.
Fuck. Her ear is bleeding.
-Ah, fuck. Give me the cap, man. -Don't fall asleep, sweetheart.
Talk to her but don't let her fall asleep.
Honey, honey, I'm here.
Don't fall asleep. Stay with me. Hold my hand.
I need you to shine the flashlight. Move the light across this way, okay?
Hey, pal. Stay with me, all right? Stay with me.
Let's go. One… two… three.
Girl, don't fall asleep!
We need to cover her, please!
Something! Anything to cover her!
That will do.
For fuck's sake, stay with me.
Doc? Doc, I don't know what I did. I think I didn't turn her right.
-She's got racoon eyes. -Marcus!
Don't let her fall asleep!
Racoon eyes, blood, skull fracture.
Don't leave us, okay? Stay.
Cris, Cris, Cris, Marigaby's here. Go get her, will you?
-Stay back, please! The ambulance is here! -Coming through!
Here! Here!
Hurry!
She's dying!
Make way! Move back!
-What's up, man? -Look at this ear.
-I think she has a skull fracture-- -Marcus! It's going to be all right.
-Okay, okay… -Good.
-Dude. -Easy, bro. Easy.
You okay, Son?
Let me get through.
-There. -Careful.
-One… two… three.
-Got it. That way. -Go, go, go!
Don't use that hand.
Fuck. Don't give me shit, Marigaby. I don't know if I screwed up.
For how long has she been unconscious?
-Damn, at least 15, man. -Okay.
I need you to prepare all we need for intubation.
How is it?
She's ventilating better, but still in a bad condition.
Hey, you did an amazing job, Crisis. You did.
-I could've done more, and-- -No, look.
She's being taken care of. We're going to make it soon. She'll be fine.
I promise.
Come on, girl. We're almost there. We're almost there.
Hit the gas, Dad.
One more, one more. Throw in one more.
Right. I'm saving, you know? I'll take you to Acapulco.
-Might be Ixtapa, but I'll try Acapulco. -Chango. Hi.
I sent Cris home in a cab.
Look what I've got.
-Stop bluffing. Put that away. -All right…
You have a stalker, don't you?
Are you coming or not?
He's approaching you.
-Let's go. -All right.
See you later, Rosita. And don't you forget:
the beach, you and me, Copacabana,
Cancún. Whatever you want.
-You're talking shit about him. I don't-- -You're the one screwing around with him--
Hi, are you the ones who saved the girl who jumped?
Why?
Did you save her?
-Well, both of us did. -Let's go, please.
-Well. You are a hero. -Marcus.
Wait, they want the story.
-We are heroes. -I'll be inside.
Marigaby.
You know they can kick me out of school, dude!
-Wait, Marigaby! Don't leave me alone. -Stop it, man.
-We'll change her mind. -Okay.
What's your name?
Marcus Tamayo, at your service.
-Where were you? -When?
-When the accident happened. -Well, just look at how things went.
-What were you doing? What do you do? -You know, just saving lives.
-Why were you there? -I was in a different situation,
because my actual thing is music.
But I also need to make money.
I wish I could do it for free but I need to eat.
We save lives. People get into trouble and then they need us.
Marcus!
Sure, she's better at it than me!
Hey…
What's up with you? You're prettier than yesterday.
The house feels pretty quiet, doesn't it?
Thank God.
Come here…
I know it was rough for you.
Thanks for what you did for my children.
They're always welcome here.
Even your eldest… Ramón.
Let's take this off.
We're going to be late.
-Who's going to preach then? -I don't really care.
Yeah, right.
You're gonna let anyone do your preaching?
I'll get ready. Then we leave.
You're making a mess, Julito.
It's your fault for making me paint.
Focus.
Look at that.
That's great. Great job, you two.
The floor is top-notch.
G-R-E-A-T.
-Maybe you should paint. -No…
Rock stars don't paint, kid.
You're a rock star now?
We will be when we win the competition.
Look.
Have you seen this? All those likes.
-Maybe you'll learn. -Shut up.
Ramón, thank you so much for letting me stay here.
Oh, it's nothing. You're always welcome here.
-Thank you so much. -You're welcome.
Hey you, little "rock star."
-Where are you going? -Competition.
Did you tell your mom?
-I think I forgot, man… -Let her know.
Just ask her not to bring the priest.
-Sure thing. -I have to pack my things.
-We have to go get them. -Let's go.
-Next time, you're painting. -See you soon. Thanks.
-You're welcome. -Good luck.
When God shined his light upon me…
I was all alone,
shabby,
after wandering through the desert for days and days.
And after, I faced myself.
After, I faced my past and left it behind me.
Because letting your past come in like it owns the place, as you may say,
it makes us prisoners of our past and our old ways.
And the renovation that God offers, it's as real as it gets.
We need to take it as our past, our present, and our future.
-Hallelujah, brothers. Praise the Lord! -Praise the Lord.
Is this where your parents live?
No, just my mom. My father lives in Spain.
-But are they still together, or… -No, they're not.
They split up.
We used to live together in Spain.
My mother wanted to come back when they split up.
She was offered the deanship of the med school, and…
it was a no-brainer.
She asked me to come, but I didn't want to leave my life behind.
-You know? -But… didn't you miss her?
What do you think brought me here?
I'll get my books and be right back, okay?
Hey…
Would you like to come to my brother and his girlfriend's concert?
-Does Marcus sing? -He's a great rapper.
-Really? -With his girlfriend, yes.
-It's a rap battle. -I wouldn't miss it for the world.
-See you in a bit. -Okay.
MARIGABY: HOW ARE YOU?
NALLELY: NOTHING SERIOUS. MY HEAD STILL HURTS A BIT.
MARIGABY: TRY TO REST. I'LL CALL YOU LATER.
-Sweetie? -Hi.
It's good you're here!
Is that Marigaby in your car?
-Yes. -Why did you leave her there?
-We're leaving. We're in a hurry… -No! Stay and eat with us.
-Both of you. -No, it's okay, Mom--
-How can you be so-- -But we're really in a rush.
-You don't have to-- -My son has no manners.
-I think I embarrass him. -What do you mean, embarrass?
I even told her you play the guitar.
We're having a small family gathering.
I'm not your Head of Program here.
I'm your hostess. Come.
-We don't have to go, you know? -Let's do it.
-Sure? -Yes, let's go.
-Let's go. -All right, let's go.
My parents didn't give a shit that I didn't go back last night.
Not a single text. It's like they don't exist.
All parents suck, dude.
Not us, though.
Here we go again.
Fuck, that's awesome.
Look at this.
Fuck, I'm a meme.
"Rapper saves a life."
"Justice Bieber."
Do I look like a gringo or what?
-That's so stupid. -Shut up. It's awesome.
It's so ridiculous, man.
-Why? It's cool. -What do you mean, "Why"?
Because the one who should be there is that asshole who almost killed the girl!
-That's what should go viral. -Crisis, come on.
We took good care of her. She's going to make it.
-I really don't know. -What's the big deal?
People are starting to acknowledge the work we do.
You've seen how hard it is. Fuck's sake.
That part is fine…
But I could've done more for her to prevent her jumping.
-Maybe a different word. Something… -Crisis. Crisis…
You did so well.
We knocked that asshole down, and she's going to be okay.
What's the big deal?
Now we have a cool story for the baby.
Superhero parents save a girl in great danger.
-No, babe. I'm being serious. -So am I.
Hey…
We need the money, don't we?
We need to win this.
What if we enter separately?
Like, not together.
-You're messing with me, right? -Math is math, here and in Medellín.
What do you say?
-Are you sure? -It's better for us.
All right. I'm down.
"Estopas," my guy, your homie's a hero.
Respect.
400?
Do tell.
-$25k in a little while. -Wow.
In two hours of surgery.
The thing is, the patient is the least of your concerns.
-It was the big paycheck on your mind. -Please, stop…
-I'm going to grab a beer. Want one? -I'm fine, thanks.
Let me tell you, María Gabriela is a remarkable student.
She has a real talent for medicine.
But she wants to study Emergency Medicine,
-and I'm trying to convince her not to. -Emergency Medicine?
You have such a bad memory, little sister.
-Why? -Did you forget your rebellious years?
-Rebellious, come on… -Yes, of course.
See, the Doctor here…
-used to be a paramedic. -Really?
I'm also a paramedic. I was… Was.
Yeah, I saw her and her brother working. It was crazy.
-After the earthquake, Mom. -Really?
Well, no offense,
but paramedics are always going to be… just that.
-Hey. -Well, I think they're fucking awesome.
Uncle Ignacio, did you know there are only--
-What, less than 100? -100, yeah.
Less than 100 ambulances for the whole city?
That makes it less than 100 ambulances for over ten million people.
That's a little unfair, I think.
Plus the bootleg ambulances.
Have you seen how they decorate them?
The other day I saw one that had lightning bolts and a tiger,
and some flames as well.
And to top it off, it had lights underneath.
It looked like it was floating.
And I thought,
"If I was unconscious, laying on the streets,
and I suddenly woke up to that thing carrying me,
I would think: 'am I being abducted?'
Am I dead already?"
-What's wrong? -Thank you for having me over, Dr. Gómez.
But I don't feel comfortable watching you wipe your asses
with the Hippocratic oath.
I bet it's more important to give your paycheck a nice kiss.
It's so easy to mock from a place of privilege.
When there's people outside, working their asses off at night, running the show.
While you, and you, and you sleep comfortably on your beds.
Excuse me.
Hey, do you see him?
Great.
-Hey, is that him? -Is it Justice?
-Hi! Are you Justice Bieber? -Yes.
-Can we take a selfie with you? -Sure thing.
Take another, quick!
Great, amazing!
-Thanks! -No. Thank you.
Thanks!
Did you see that? I'm hot.
I told you. All the way up.
My uncle Ignacio was born a prick, and never changed.
-No need to-- -Wait a minute.
Your mom will kick me out.
No, chill. The most she can do is to make you repeat the course
-and make your life miserable. -More?
Hold on, it's Nallely.
Hello?
What's wrong?
Where are you?
Call 911. I'm on my way.
What is it?
Nallely had a complication. Off to Tlatelolco.
Welcome to our last match!
Only the best of the best are here today!
Are you ready for the finals?
Today, we expect to see the contenders' blood all over the floor.
-Do you want to meet the first finalist? -Yes!
Let's hear it for Cris… Fuego!
Put your hands in the air! Stay lit, y'all!
Awesome!
Our second finalist,
up against Cris,
make some noise for…
Marcus "Justice"… Tamayo!
Marcus! Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!
That's my bro! Smash that mic!
-Justice Bieber himself… -Yes?
What would you do with the prize money if you won?
I want some cash to buy new duds and show them around the hood.
All right, all right, also to take my babe out.
But is your "babe" here today?
She's right there.
I love you, my love.
This just got interesting. This just got messy.
Word!
Cris, and if you win, what will you do?
Let's see. I…
I'd get the hell out of here once and for all.
Did you hear that? Burn!
Don't say that…
I believe this better be settled on the battlefield!
DJ, mind giving us a beat?
-This is about to get ugly! -Yeah, yeah.
We want to see some blood today, dawgs!
Get those hand up! I wanna see everyone's hands up!
Marcus! Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!
Take over in three… two… one… Now!
Woman I'm busy as hell I mean I bet you can tell
You're lucky to be here Soon I'll be loaded as well
Now the crowd loves my show I'm just letting you know
It's really not their fault That your boyfriend has flow
Tonight you feel like a king But you're not even a peasant
Your fame is a meme And isn't that quite depressing?
He says I'm a lucky girl But if I spend he gets hysteric
And his fans don't know I've written all of his lyrics!
So you write for me now? Are you jealous of me?
That's why one should never trust Someone who lies through their teeth
I'm a hit, I'm a hero Is your head in the skies?
While you sit and do nothing I spend my time saving lives
You really like to play hero Hoping that one day you'll thrive
But your sister does the hard work While you sit back and drive
Oh, babe you may need a diaper 'Cause you keep shitting on us
He says I do nothing But I have already won
Those two are fighting now. They're saying awful things.
So you're not into diapers? That's as clear as can be
You always talk about union But you don't want family!
But we must understand This girl is not from around
And her parents won't call her Even if she's on the ground
If they don't call And they don't miss me
It's really none of your business
If you truly knew me well You too would wish it were different
Anyone thinks they can rap Your words are cheesy vanilla
I was promised a king But I'm stuck with this gorilla
Are you really cheering On such cheesy rhymes?
She's never happy with anything She only knows how to whine
You say you know your shit But you're never proving it
So please don't be surprised If I go for other chicks
You really think you can change me? I mean you don't even have me
I want a man by my side Not a scared, crying child
Please don't go looking for me When I leave you behind
You've already been abandoned And you know who, and why!
It's over!
Do you want to know who won this battle?
Cris! Cris! Cris! Cris…
Marcus! Marcus! Marcus…
Do you have a verdict?
Tonight we have a winner!
And the winner is…
Cris!
Cris! Cris! Cris! Cris…
She had a headache and she fainted!
She just closed her eyes. They were open!
Nallely! Nallely.
-Love, honey, honey, babe! -Nallely! Stay here!
-Nallely! Listen to me, okay? -We are here! We are here!
The doctors are coming, okay?
-Babe, please open your eyes! -Nallely! Damn it!
-Do something please! -Where's the damn ambulance?
She just had her eyes open. Open your eyes!
Please. Please…
The ambulance is here!
Here they come. The doctors are coming. They'll help you.
Over here. In here.
-We'll be okay, right? -Please don't do this to me, okay?
Female patient, 27 years old, lost consciousness.
There are times when words aren't enough.