Get dressed, it's late.
- What would you like? - Coffee and two chicken broths.
Yaya.
You gave me shells, I asked for spaghetti.
And I want two bags, not one.
- So many people. - Yeah, so many tourists.
Three glasses for the eclipse.
- Glasses? - Yes.
- Two thousand pesos each. - How much?
- Six in total. - How much, the glasses?
Six thousand.
- Is this good? - Yes, okay.
- Thank you, good luck. - Thank you.
- René. - Don Guillermo, what do we have there?
- Cheese, matches and cookies. - Cheese, matches and cookies, perfect.
Yaya.
Génesis is going to help us until after the eclipse, alright?
Okay, uncle.
I'm going to tell my uncle that you didn't pay for those.
Do you like this bracelet?
I'll give it to you if you keep quiet.
- I like that one better. - This one?
- Yeah. - No, I can't give you this one.
I'll tell my uncle then.
Fine, take it.
Where did you get that tattoo?
It's not a tattoo, just a drawing I made. Look.
It rubs out.
Thank you.
Uncle, are you going to pay me too?
Ask your mom. I gave her your money, okay?
Okay, uncle.
- Hey, it belongs to both of us. - Since when?
- At least ask for it first. - Mom!
Pato, cut it out.
Mom, I want my money.
- What money? - What uncle René pays me.
That money is for the house.
But I need it.
For what?
- I want a tattoo. - Again with that stuff.
How come Pato has tattoos? So do you.
C'mon, mom.
Mom.
Mamita, let‘s talk about it tomorrow.
Fine.
- Do you want some fries? - Yes.
- Do you have money? - No.
Come.
Hi. Excuse me.
Do you have any spare change? It's for my sister.
Money? Cash?
Please.
Thank you.
- Do you like that one? - Yeah.
And that one?
- I like this. - That one?
Or this one?
- No. These are too big. - Yeah.
Or something like this?
It's so typical.
I want this one. And you?
Alright, we want this one.
- How old are you? - Eighteen.
- And you? - Twenty.
So?
It's thirty thousand each.
Each one?
Each one.
Could you give us a discount?
How much do you have?
Pass me the money.
Are you gonna tattoo us, or not?
- No fucking way. - Besides, pendeja, you're not eighteen.
What's it to you, asshole?
- Do you like it or not? - Yeah, but a little sexier.
What are you doing here?
Why aren't you answering my messages?
Look, Cris.
Oh, cool.
People are buying them like crazy. They're running out of them.
Prices went up everywhere.
We can sell them for three thousand. Two for five.
And this one? What's she doing here?
Her name is Yaya.
- She's my friend, right? - Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Want some?
- She likes Evanescence. - Really?
Here, you're gonna like this.
- Seems like she digs it. - Yeah.
It's a good one.
Today we saw a moon tattoo that was so pretty.
Like the one that girl from the concert had, remember?
Yeah.
I have to find another job. René pays so little.
- How much does he pay you, Yaya? - I don't know.
- What do you mean? - My mom keeps the money.
Hey, Yaya.
- Would you like to have some money? - Yes.
What if we take some from the store?
You have the keys.
No.
Just a little.
Only what we need. René earns so much he won't even notice.
C'mon Yaya.
So we can get the tattoos we want.
If you stay like this, you'll never have money for your own things.
Do you want a tattoo or not?
Please.
It's better if you stay here with us.
- Yaya, why are you here so late? - Hi, Luchita.
- Are you with René? - No, with my friends.
Nosey old bitch. She'll probably call the cops.
Let's get out of here.
Génesis, I told you we wouldn't find money!
I swear I saw some.
- Yaya told someone we were stealing. - What? Why?
Who's out there?!
Let's go.
Come!
Stop, you fuckers!
Alan!
Yaya, let's go!
Yaya, come on! Let's go!
Three thousand each. Two for five thousand.
Three thousand pesos. Here.
Here.
Who wants one? You want one?
Thank you, there you go.
Get low!
Come on, Yaya. Say something.
Where did you go last night?
What's the name of the kid who attacked me?
Tell me, please. I'm listening.
Well, in the meantime we'll keep looking.
Anything she can tell us is going to help.
I'll let you know if anything changes. Thank you.
See you on Monday, uncle?
How come?
Do you want to keep working with me? No, Yaya.
- But, why? - Look at what your friends did to me!
- You misbehaved. Those kids are no good. - Don't be like that.
- It wasn't her fault. - She took them to the store.
- René, she's your niece. - So what if she's my niece?
You can't fire her. She's helping out at home.
But she's following in their footsteps. Hanging out with bad influences.
You know her well. She's not usually like that.