A car with people in suspicions attitude, Roger?
Negative, the car is not registered, Roger?
PIZZA, BEER, SMOKES
Drive, mo ve it, come on!
pull the windows up and lock the doors.
- What's going on? - Nothing, just give us your cash
You're wrong, brother, I haven't got a cent.
I'm not your brother, fucking asshole!
- How do you open this? - I'm a working man, like you.
You must be a fucking business man
That's all I've got!
I guess you have a family... Want to see your family again?
Well, cough up the dough, cough up the dough!
- Don't look at me, motherfucker! - I have nothing...
If I find anything on you, you are a dead man.
- I am going to miss my flight. - Forget that flight, pal!
If you don't give me your money you are dead, asshole!
- Pull your pants down. - PIease...
Pull your pants down, fucking asshole!
- He's given you the money, leave him alone. - Shut the fuck up!
- I am from out of town. - I didn't ask.
You give me the money or you are both dead!
- What is this? - Just some loose change.
We are going to cIean your pockets.
Do you call this loose change?
Bend over.
What do you have here?
This asshole wants to fuck us! You said you had nothing?
Are you going to let me through or not?
You are not going through, you think you are smart?
Man, I was honking cause I have a fare.
l give a shit, all right?
- Can't you see we are in a hurry? - Shut up, fucking asshole!
- Say what? - You are a fucking asshole!
Let's go, move it!
What is it, asshole?
Your husband fucked up.
- Megabon, give me a cigarette. - I haven't got.
We'll buy some when the others arrive.
- Give me it now. - I say no.
This cordobés is crazy.
You are lucky I'm not asking for you to pay me today.
So you'd better educate him... or the shit will hit tee fan.
- This guy is crazy - Did you get an ything out of him?
I did get some... you keep it.
I don't want to keep on working with this guy.
Cordoba, we are fucking hungry.
We've been waiting for hours.
Why didn't you just bring the pizzas?
- That's all you wanted? - You go now, dickheads.
Why didn't you go get them?
I had no money, in the first place.
What are you doing, shitface?
Also, I didn't feeI like it. And Sandra here was a bit sick.
If anyone here is sick, that's you.
- Alright, you want to eat or what? - Yes, but I am not sick...
and I want to sit down at a table not just eat here.
We don't have enough for a table.
It's enough for pizza and beer, no tables.
- We could go to Banchero - What is that, Banchero?
Banchero invented the cheese and onion pizza.
Banchero, my ass... Let's go to Ugi.
Let's go, Pablo.
- Here, Pablo. - Great.
I once knew a chick who got horny with the obelisk.
What do you mean, horny?
I don't know, she said it was like a huge penis...
which captured all the dick waves in the city.
That friend of yours was a bit of a whore.
- Whore? I dated her for two years. - Like I said.
l don't know, man...
l can't dig having a huge prick in the middle of the city.
They had to be "portenios" to do such a thing.
And what about you "cordobeses"?
The law...
- You are going to have a baby. - Not me, Sandra.
Don't give me that shit.
What name will you give it if it's a girl?
- JuIia. - Why?
That's the name of a very dear aunt of mine.
- And if it's a boy? - Pablo.
Have you noticed the obelisk has a small window up there?
And so what?
I once saw some guys climbing down with ropes.
- And what did they do that for? - How could I know?
How come? They didn't say what they were doing it for?
Just for the ride, I guess.
It must be nice up there.
These pizzas are no good.
I told you, Banchero... Banchero.
You insist with your Banchero. Do you get fucked there?
- Have any money left? - No.
- And you? - Not a cent, mate.
How come you never have a cent?
I am jobless, asshole!
It is your head that ain't working.
- Where are you going? - Nowhere special.
- Stay, we've all eaten already. - I'm still hungry.
- You're always hungry. - I'm aIso hungry.
Frula, you hungry?... Let's go then.
What it is, gimp?
How is it going, Cordoba? What brings you here?
- Nothing, still playing? - Yeah, working a bit...
Gimp, I have a pair of sneakers, for you. Too small for me.
Don't give me that shit. It's late and I am not in the mood.
You scare the people away... fuck off.
What people?...
There is a bunch of people coming now, from the Sheraton.
- Only a bunch of assholes could come to see you. - What is it?
You want to fuck around with me? Why don't you go to check on your wife?
She's the one who's fucking around, asshole! Take this asshole away...
What do you have to say about my wife?
Beat it, beat it. Fuck off!
What are you doing, are you crazy? Motherfucking asshole!
You stealing from me? Little shit!
I'll kill you!
T am going to get you! I'll kill you!
Come on Sandra, I'll help you over.
What is it? Cant' you see the state I'm in?
I am not asking you to jump, I'll help you, come.
Shut up, you are out of your fucking mind!
Cordoba, give me some change, I'm Ieaving.
There must be an elevator, stairs, something.
Why would there be an elevator here?
Don't lie there. Must be crawling with fleas.
- Look, I'm tired. - Shut up... shut up!
Listen, sounds like water.
Look at those chicks... Come and see, Pablo.
- Come, Frula, look at those chicks. - Fuck them!
- Chicks really turn me on. - What is it, fucking faggot?
lt's been two months since I last fucked Sandra.
You have a nice ass, really.
- What's that? - A flashlight, what else?
- Where was it? - Wine!
Lights!
Climb, you expect me to light your way?
Move it, or I'll fuck your butt.
Easy, no one is chasing us.
I'll fuck you both then.
You can't fuck anybody, Cordobés.
Megabon, aren't you coming?
He wants to stay behind to beat his meat.
Come on, we are almost there.
Open the wine.
Frula, we should quit working for this boss we have now.
I can't stand that asshole.
- I can't see shit from here. - Can't you see Sandra?
I tell you I can't see shit and you ask such bullshit?
We can't go on working our asses off just for a couple of pizzas.
I'm not going back to the trains.
With this privatization shit I'd rather work for the boss.
We have to work on our own... That guy is shit without us.
We must go on strike.
We should tell that asshole to get off our backs.
- There is Sandra, - Pablo you can see from here.
- I'm fine where I am. - Yes, he can go get fucked.
Sandra! Sandra!
Tell him to let go! Fucking gimp! Come here!
They are taking Sandra away!
- Give me a cigarette. - I don't have any.
- Give me a cigarette, Pablo. - I don't have any.
- Give me a draft? - No.
- There, in the drawer. - Fuck off.
- What are you watching? - A very good film.
Sit down and watch. You'll learn something.
- Sandra has any cigarettes? - No.
Come, Sandra.
Look, they take all the money. That's how it's done.
- Have any cigarettes? - No, what about Frula?
He also thinks that working for that cabbie is off.
- Yes, but where is he? - He was mad, and left.
We must move on to something big. Look.
I know, something big.
- What do you want to do? - You don't want to change.
- Megabon, have you seen my cigarettes? - No, I haven't. And you?
Frula has something worked out.
You keep on insisting on that asshole.
He says a friend of his, Rubén, can get us a car and some guns.
He is straightforward and he will take a smaller cut than the boss.
- But it's still a cab. - What cab?
Rubén, you know, Santiago's brother.
- We can talk about it later. - Sure, later.
Easy on that door!
Shut up and bring the volume down!
What are you looking for?
I left my cigarettes here and now they are gone.
It must have been Megabon.
Megabon give Sandra her cigarettes back!
- I don't have them, and you? - All three are real assholes.
Must have been Frula, he got mad because yesterday I hit him.
All four, then.
Yesterday I nearly got killed for you.
Oh, really?
Yes, only that Pablo wouldn't let me come down.
Just like that time on the train.
That business about the train was different.
That was because of Alberto.
I've had it with you, your fuck ups and your problems
You might be offended, alright, but don't get carried away.
You, tacky cordobés, all you are good for is getting drunk.
Frula and Megabon drink more than I do.
You can't even cross the street without Pablo's help.
If I ask you to go to the chemist you get together with those bums
...and go drinking instead. - Thatwas because it was José's birthday.
You are a fucking bastard!
- Say what? - What you heard.
- Are you talking to me? - Yes.
Megabon, give me 50 cents.
- It's not over yet? - It's another movie.
Megabon, I asked something from you.
What happened in the other movie?
Everybody gets killed except the old guy...
- Cut it out and give me 50 cents. - You are a pain in the ass.
Give them back to me.
...except that guy who is all the war movies.
- Going back with your folks? - Yes.
- You said you couldn't stand him. - And I can't.
When I can't stand somebody I don't even rap with them.
Tell me, who's going to take care of the baby...
...if you can't even take care of yourseIf, fucking squirt.
Don't call me a squirt.
- Will you help me up? - No way.
- will you take me up to the bridge? - No, I can't.
If you want me to come back get a decent job.
What is it?
- Don't give me that shit. - What?
Don't give me that shit!
- There are all sorts of weirdos in the streets. - Say what?
Just wondering about your reaction.
- Just ask him why he's grabbing my ass. - What?
You are grabbing my ass, I am no fool.
- I am no faggot, alright? - What's wrong with you?
What is it?
Hey man, cut it out.
Grown up people, fighting... after all, we are all Argentine.
Brother, we are here to get a job, not to start a fight.
And I don't see why you get so uptight...
this guy's been trying to grab my meat.
This is the snatcher, fucking bastard!
Those are the snatchers!
Go get them!
- You OK, bro? - Yeah.
Three 50's.
That was close, Pablo.
What's wrong with this boy?
- What's wrong with him? - He needs some more air.
- Open the windows. all he needs is some air. - He must go to the hospital.
We could get canned because of you.
Look at your eyes.
- What is it? - They are red.
What is it with your arm?
They told me to hold it up. I guess it's OK by now.
- How much money we got? - Nothing.
Nothing? How much?
About forty, but we have to pay for this shit.
Don't touch that, it's for taking a leak.
Drop it and go wash your hands, don't touch anything.
I'm all fucked up.
You are fucked up.
His eyes are red, he's wasted.
I have asthma... we must go out and rob someone...
not just fuck around.
- Where did you get that from? - From over there.
- Where from? - See that old man?
All this running, for nothing.
- That's because you are paralytic. - Shut the fuck up.
What are you doing?
- Can't you see? Smoke. - Go smoke outside.
- What is it, pansy? - I'm having an asthma fit.
Move, you get in my way.
Move over, I'm tired.
Pablo, we ha ve to do that' big hit you are talking about.
Of course, I wouldn't insist just to give you a hard time.
I do it because it's going to be good for us.
When you get out of here go see Frula...
and tell him to bring over the guy with the guns.
- Can't you go tell him yourself? - I can't. I must go now.
Are you going to see Sandra?
No, fuck Sandra!
- Sandra? - Yes.
- How is it going? - Who's speaking.
What do you mean, "who's speaking"?
Oh, how are you?
- I got a job. - Did you?...doing what?
It's a bit compIicated. Tell you later.
I have a surprise for you. Shall I take it to you?
- Now? - Yes, now.
- Are you far from here? - Not at all.
You can see me out of your window.
- Your father is charming as usual. - And getting worse.
Close your eyes.
What's wrong with your voice?
It's nothing. I got a cold standing in a line to get a job.
- Close your eyes. - Come on, Cordoba.
Close your eyes.
What do I want cotton for?
I heard you will be sort of leaking. It'll come in handy.
Feel like walking? We can go for a spin.
Let us.
- What are you going to work in? - Driving a taxi.
You can't drive, Cordoba.
And so what? I can learn in no time at all.
What is it?... You don't like my job?
Any job's fine with me. But I want you to promise something.
- Anything you want. - No, just one thing.
If this job doesn't work out, you'llIook for another one...
...but you will not steal again.
- So? - So what?
Will you promise me or not?
Yes, but you don't dig shit of the way things are.
What I do dig is that you don't care for me.
If one of these days you end up in the can, what do I do?
Don't worry, it won't happen.
- I was thinking... - What?
- The two of us can go to Uruguay. - The three of us.
OK, the three of us.
Want to touch my belly?
- Touch it? - Yes, come on.
You feel it?
One of the rods doesn't work, I don't know which.
- What car is it? - A 1971 Ford Fairlane.
A real beauty.
I couldn't get anything else from the shop...
Looking good, Cordoba.
- Rubén wants fifty. - What, fifty bucks?
No, fifty percent.
Last time it was less.
Yes, but last time there was no car and it was with two guns.
This is how it must be. We barge in and grab the dough. Period
Anyone has a target in mind?
I have a spot, real easy.
It's in "Once", but it has to be done before 1 AM.
- What is it? - A high class restaurant...
...where the rich and famous dine.
- Does that blond go there? - Who?
The one with huge boobs... Her name is "Pradon".
I think so, yes.
We just want to go where the money is.
Don't worry, listen.
They charge 50 bucks just for service.
That's because the customers are loaded.
- What do you mean "service"? - What they pay just to sit down.
And what do you get for 50 bucks?
If you want to dine in style, you must pay.
There's all sorts of famous hot shots there.
Have you ever been there?
- No, but Rubén told me... - Shut the fuck up, then!
Listen, this'll be hit and run.
Understood? Five minutes.
It's Friday and the place will be chock-a-block.
Cordoba, don't you think is too little?
You chickening out?
Asshole, what the fuck you think you are doing? Are you fucking crazy?
He tried to burn me!
If we wanted to kill you there's four of us here.
What did you expect? He's a friend of Sandra.
Cut it out, we are not going anywhere like this!
It just went off. I mean it. It wasnt on purpose.
- My tooth dropped. - What tooth?
- I lost my tooth. - Let's find it.
What an asshole... what tooth is that?
- What does it look like? - It's silver plated and it cost me a fortune.
And you, asshole, will not carry a gun, is that clear?
- Is that clear? - Yes.
- Can you drive? - Yes.
- Still long to go? - Be cool.
If you rush things you fuck up.
Are you sure there'll be famous people at that bar?
It's not a bar, it's a restaurant.
And, yes, I'm sure.
You mean those chicks.
- Who? - The famous chicks.
- Who? - He refers to Pradon.
How do you know what he's talking about?
He's always talking about that chick.
- Who is she? - The bIond chick.
When I come across some big money...
I'm going to buy myself a night with that chick.
You'll be an old wanker by the time you come across big money.
And that chick will be an old hag then.
I'll pay for her plastic surgery then.
Nowadays fifty year olds look like girls of fifteen.
That's it.
OK, Let's go.
Wait, be cool. We must coordinate.
Don't rush it, cordobés.
They say we have to "coordinate" You think this is Miami Vice?
Megabon, you'Il be the lookout.
As soon as we Ieave the restaurant you sit at the wheel and drive.
- Sure you can drive? - Of course.
There is no one here.
How could you know? The curtains are drawn.
- There are no cars. - And so what?
Rich people come here in taxis or Iimousines.
Well, don't chicken out now. The dough's waiting for us.
Sure you gave me a gun that works?
If not, we'll be in deep shit.
We just walk in, cool like.
You cover for me and I go for the cashier.
- What is it like inside? - Long and narrow.
Megabon, If you see any cops, run over and let us know.
If the pigs show up I'll get the fuck out of here.
And when I come out I'll shoot you then.
- This door won't budge. - Come out this way.
I know that chick, she's on TV.
I told you famous people come here.
I think she's one of those chicks. She's CaIIejon, I think.
No, Callejon has a bigger ass.
Perhaps she had an operation.
Cut the rap and get off.
I'm fine inside here.
No, get off. You might fall asleep.
What's this? The pIace is empty.
She's not on TV, but she's OK.
"Ruben...
faggot".
Move it! You can't drive! Move over!
- Move it Ruben! - Cool it, man!
You can't even be a lookout.
You can't do fuck all! Can't drive, nothing!
The problem here is that you brought us to the wrong place.
I didn't want to go in! Cordoba wanted to stay!
Frula, I'm never working with you again! You are out of your mind!
And you Megabon, you are good for fucking nothing!
- Go fuck your sister! - What is it with my sister?
- What is it? - This fucking car!
That's all we needed. He's an asshole.
Pop the hood.
Pop the hood, are you deaf?
We always end up with assholes.
And this is the number one asshole.
What happened?
Nice friends you have.
Wait, let's wait to see what he's going to do.
- He must have seen the pieces. - Don't give me that.
Perhaps he is in with Ruben on this.
What? I've known this guy for a Iong time.
- So, what is it? - Don't worry, all's cool.
Yeah, let's bullshit.
Start it.
It's nothing, the distributor cap was loose.
Thanks a lot, officer.
- May I see your driver's license? - Yes, of course.
The car's register.
You won't believe me, I forgot it.
You could give me something for my assistance, right?
- Like how much? - Like something.
Just a second...
- I have 120... - 70... - I have 50.
- How much do you want? - How much do you have?
- Tell me how much you want. - A hundred.
- How about 50? - Alright.
Easy, don't step on it.
Fuck it. Let's go get some beers.
- That chick was Callejon... - Don't forget to beat your meat tonight.
I read in a magazine that she likes dating old guys.
- I'm going to split. - Stay, man.
No, I'm fed up with you.
Let's go somewhere else.
- OK, some other day. - No, I say we do it now.
The cops saw the car.
- What about the money? - Cordoba has the money.
- Are you fucking crazy? - I just gave it to you.
But you only gave me 40 bucks, I thought it was just for me.
Wrong thought. lt's been a bad day, period.
Do you take us for assholes?
Fuck off, I have expenses, gas...
And the tooth cost me 200.
Motherfucking asshole! I'm going to get you.
- Wasnt he a friend of yours? - Yes.
He is a goddamed son of a bitch!
I must say he is.
- Perhaps you are in on this with him. - Are you crazy?
Let's not fight each other.
We have to clear our heads.
Let's go have a beer.
Let's go.
The other guy gets you all worked up and you get mad with him.
Wait, Cordobes!
- What's your name? - Miriam.
- Yours? - Frula.
Pal, can you call Miguel?
Instead of taking the second chick you leave me out coId.
I am Cordoba, he knows me. Tell him it's me.
- What's your name? - Malena.
There is Miguel. Now we'll get in.
- You are bad tempered... - Depends on who I am with.
Miguel is not here. If you want to go in, you must pay.
What? He just went in...
Don't fuck around with me, I said "no".
What does that asshole think he is? Go call him.
- What do you take me for? - Fuck off!
- Go tell him to come here. - Fuck off! - Don't push!
Fucking asshole! Come here, asskisser.
Sit down.
He thinks he is a big shot because he got a job.
He'll pay for this.
I know a way to fuck these bastards.
- Want to go in with us? - What do you say?
- Yes. - It's cool.
But we must get someone like Rubén, with guns and a car.
I want no more bosses.
Two have already fucked us. Want to get fucked again?
Well, I can drive, but where do we get the guns from?
What do you think? Shall we go in?
Frula, get lost, we are talking.
Man, give me some dough, I'm going in.
What dough? We haven't got a cent and you talk about paying?
Come on, I have two foxy ladies waiting for us.
Get lost.
This guy will never grow up.
I know where we can get aII we need.
You disappear, then you show up, that's not the way it is.
You know I have this problem with Sandra, she's pregnant.
I don't see why you get all worked up.
You can't even be sure the baby is yours.
It will never work out as it is.
There'll be no mistakes.
Also, we need the money. We wouldn't be here otherwise.
The money...
Alright, I'll give you a few bucks.
But behave yourselves... and don't fuck up.
Especially you, Cordoba.
I won't shoot my way out of trouble.
Forget it, no guns this time.
What are we going to rob them with, our fingers?
That's not my problem.
I meet you at Libertador and Callao in half an hour.
No more fuck ups, alright?
Boss, tell me something.
How come you always get your fares to go the same way?
This guy is crazy.
I'm going to get this son of a bitch.
Easy, nothing will happen, give me your purse, lady.
- What are you going to do? - I'm robbing you.
I want your rings, earrings, everything. What's in here?
Hurry up, lady.
I am not going to do anything to you.
- You are making me nervous. - Alright.
- Be careful, please. - Lady, don't fuck with me.
- Turn on next corner. - What?
What you heard, I know what I'm doing. Just turn.
Lady, close your eyes and don't open them until I say so.
Good. Now, stop here.
What the fuck you think you are doing?
- Knock him cold! - If I do, we'll crash.
Do it, or he'll kill us anyway.
Come on, help me so we can get out of here.
Help me move the boss over, so we can leave.
What do you mean leave? You can't drive.
Do you have a better idea?
Let the lady drive.
Are you stoned?
Lady, you'll have to help us.
You are crazy if you think I'll collaborate with this.
Wait, let me handle this.
Lady, if you help us...
I promise we won't do anything to you.
But, if the cops arrive we are going to kill you.
So you'd better help us if you want to live.
Hurry up.
It's been a long time since I last drove.
You'd better do it right. Hurry up!
Turn right and get on the highway.
- You show me the way. - Let's go.
What will you do with the poor guy?
That's none of your business.
Poor guy? He's a son of a bitch.
- You know him? - Quite well.
Alright.
I'd heard of taxi drivers in Buenos Aires.
Where are you from?
I am from Cordoba, just like you.
- Are you going back? - I was...
When I took this taxi I was headed for the airport.
What you have is asthma. Know that?
Look in my purse, there is a blue thing...
- Ventolin. - Know how to use it?...good.
The old lady's quite nice.
Give me the key.
Where are the guns?
Where are they?
Cordobes, we found them!
Look, shitface, we found them!
What shall we do with the old Iady?
What do you want?
Move, I'm driving now.
These fucking cabbies.
One way or another they always rob you.
Back in Cordoba, they are all decent people.
Lady, have you lost your flight already?
No, I have another half an hour.
- Are you sure you can drive? - I think so.
Lady, say "hi" to the people in Cordoba.
Police, good morning.
What were you doing? I was about to throw a brick.
Shh, I was sleeping...
- Shh, my ass. - Shut up.
- What's that? - Nothing, I fell.
- He beat you again? - I said, I fell.
When you stay with your father you keep on faIling.
Tonight's your last night here. Your are coming with me tomorrow.
- You already have the money? - I have everything.
You don't want to come with me?
I've had my things ready for two days now.
- And so? - Nothing.
I think I am scared.
Scared of what?
Of things going wrong.
Nothing will go wrong, everything's fine.
This is what we'll do.
You stay the night, get your things ready...
and early tomorrow wait for me at the ferryboat.
With tickets and everything ready.
Why don't I go with you now?
No, not now. There is something I must finish.
You told me everything's ready.
Almost ready... Here's the money for the tickets.
- Where did you get it from? - The cab.
Cordoba, don't let me down.
- I need you... we need you. - Really?
Of course, what did you think?
Seven o'clock at the ferryboat, OK?
Sandra...
You think I can be a good father?
Yes, darling.
Here is Cordoba. Let's go.
We've been waiting for half an hour.
- I just couldn't make it. - That's all you have to say?
What do you want me to say? Come here.
- Who has my gun? - I have it.
Cover me up, Frula.
Have you checked the movement?
Everything's cool.
The only problem is that asshole's there...
OK, we'll do it as planed.
- What is it? - You can't go in.
- Why not? - You are stoned.
Stoned? I've never felt better.
My uncle is the owner, I'll have him called
Give me the gun, I'm going in.
- No, I want to use it! - Give it to me now!
You always end up screwing me.
Megabon, are you crazy?
You go ahead.
- Give me the money. - What money?
- The money Cordoba gave you. - Cordoba gave me nothing.
How did you plan to get in?
I came here to rob, not to pay.
- You remind me of an actress. - Who?
- Callejon. You know her? - It doesn't matter.
Stay put, or I'll burn you.
- I don't have much money. - It won't cost you much.
See you.
What are you doing here?
Don't touch anything! Or I'll smash your face!
Reporting a missing car...
A taxi Charlie, 1, 8, 6...
- A woman just tried to rob me... - Wait, I'm busy.
Don't give me that shit, I might get nervous!
...someone tries to steal from me and they're never there.
Go and bring her if you want to, but cut it out.
Get out!
Come here, bastard!
He have a gun!
Come on, Cordobés!
Stay put!
Motherfucker!
Everybody stand up now! If anyone stays down I'll shoot.
Get out of the car!
Where will you meet? Where are you meeting Sandra?
- You knew? - I know.
At the ferryboat.
How are you feeling?
I feel fucking hot.
Here, hoId this against you.
I thought my going away with Sandra would make you mad.
Much more than you would ever guess.
Shit, the pigs!
Come on, Cordobes, get off.
Last call for passengers for the 7 AM Montevideo ferry.
Don't let anyone see that wound.
Now you must leave now.
- I'm staying. - You are leaving!
Go. And don't let anyone see the blood. Fuck off.
I thought you wouldn't come... what happened?
What's the problem, Cordoba?
Nothing, I think you will have to go alone...
Why?
I have a few things to arrange, but everything's alright.
I will meet you at your mother's.
Did you keep your promise?
No.
Please, go. Do it for the kid.
Take it, go...
Turn around, very slowly.
We are going to approach you. If you move we'll burn you.
I think he's dead.
127 calling downtown.
Go ahead, 127, channel cleared.
Regarding your call just now on the suspects on the light blue Fiat
- Roger, so far. - Roger.
We ha ve found him by the Ferrylineas dock.
Young male, no ID, apparently dead due to bullet wound.
Please send medical personnel to confirm the suspect's death.
The ambulance is on the way, Please confirm as soon as possible
Also, please send us a hearse for another young male...
killed in the shooting earlier.
Roger, that's clear.