Oh, Sergio!
If you say one word, I'll kill you.
Don't move.
Hello?
Sergio, it's mom.
Baby, are you there?
I'm sorry, I'm busy.
No, wait, please!
Baby, you have to talk to your brother.
I've been calling him for days.
I left messages on his answerphone, at Carina's, at work,
and he hasn't called.
I don't know what's wrong.
Have you seen him lately?
Or has your wife? Is Diana there?
Can you ask her?
Yes, she's here, but she's busy too.
Wait, hang on a minute.
It's mom.
Hi, mom.
Sergio didn't say you were there.
Why didn't you call? Are you in trouble?
Is that why?
I'm busy, mom. I can't talk now.
I'll call you later, OK?
Do you promise? Have you had a row with your brother?.
No, no, I'll call you later.
- I can't talk now. - Call me, OK?
- I will. Love you, mom. - Bye, love.
Finished? Thank you.
Sergio, please, calm down.
Keep your mouth shut.
Get dressed, get out
I don't want to see either of you again
ever.
You look like shit.
It's over with Diana.
Done. I don't want to talk about it.
Don't ask anything, I won't tell you.
What's up?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Hey, I'm the boss in here.
We can't talk about soccer
or about politics because we fight.
And now not even about women?
Women, yes, but not about my separation.
Coffee?
CITY IN HEAT
Hello... you are looking at me?
...Five seconds and look again...
One, two, three, four,
five...
...You're so beautiful...
Why don't I get off my ass and seduce you, instead of
fantasizing like a 40 year old bored of his marriage, if I'm
free, a kid. OK, no choice.
Sergio, buddy...
- Anything else? Coffee? - No, bring me a...
A handkerchief?
A glass of gin to drown love sorrows?
No, bring me a glass of milk and a piece of strawberry pie
with custard filling, I'm hungry.
Yeah, you do look hungry.
Tony, a glass of milk and a nice portion of strawberry cake.
She was hot stuff.
Do you look at what your clients look at?
You want to be my client?
Then pay me now.
- There's no credit for strangers. - How much?
- Hello, Duke. - Hi, how are you? Tony!
- Are you pregnant? - Just the opposite, he's on the rag.
No, I'm just not in the mood. Are you all funny today?
Duke
a coffee.
- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.
I'm not clowning around like you two, that's all.
I have to hand in this piece next week.
I've got three endings, but I don't like any of them.
I'm stuck.
That's happened before.
It's all right, there's no problem.
Listen to what happened to me. Just crazy, it'll inspire you.
Duke, come, listen to this.
What happened?
Yesterday was my dad's birthday, so I took flowers to the cemetery.
You go to the cemetery?
No, never, but my mom couldn't go, so I went.
Anyway, listen to this.
I was there, and suddenly
something appeared, something supernatural.
- The grave opened? - No, no, you moron.
- A girl. - Well, girls open too, sometimes.
Hello.
These were for my old man, but he'd have done the same.
- You're an expert! - An expert?
The bastard doesn't even respect the dead.
Don't you even respect the dead? Go away, please.
No, it's not that.
But I respect the living, like us, more than the dead.
We're just passing through.
It's a good opportunity to meet.
I think we've met before.
No! You ruined it!
That's as old as farts!
How could you say, "I think we've met"?
Is that the best you can do?
You see, buddy! Pretty girls aren't all dummies.
Didn't you ask her what sign she was?
You're a creative guy.
"Do you come here often?" "Where did you buy those shoes?"
- Where's your car? - I don't have one.
Let me give you a lift.
I've screwed up your day and I didn't mean to.
In�s.
My name is In�s.
Marcos.
My name is Marcos.
- What do you do? - I've got a workshop.
If I invite you there, will you think I want to rape you
or that I'm being friendly?
Well, I told you.
MARCOS' WORKSHOP
- What's that? - Is it you?
Of course it's me.
I said I knew you.
Photos from magazines look awful
in small frames.
And as my dad was a social photographer
I use some of the photos he had on display.
I always liked this photo.
I like you since my dad put you in the store window.
On Santa Fe Avenue.
Yes!
Whenever I walked by, I couldn't stop looking at myself
but I was embarrassed too.
I can't stop looking at you either.
He's a nice guy, but he's fucking lucky too.
And in front of the Van Gogh, ... she gave you her flowers.
Your fucking imagination, Duke.
We went for tea before, and talked.
For tea before...
Before what?
We swapped life stories.
Well, she didn't say much. She doesn't talk about herself.
Hysterical. It'll take months to get her into bed.
No, I thought that too. But after the tea...
You tasted her muffin.
Of course.
You're an expert, Marquito. Impressive, Master.
Tony, bring champagne and three glasses.
No, there's a bit missing. There wasn't a happy ending.
- She's frigid. - No, stupid, not at all.
There were sparks flying.
I don't get it.
We were like a couple of castaways
after they've eaten the last coconut.
- We finished on a high. - Don't give up.
Stop it, he'll go on in circles. So, what happened?
After all that, including a shower together
she's getting dressed and she starts to cry.
She says she hadn't felt so good with a guy in ages
that I was wonderful, etcetera
that it had all been so good it reminded her
of the last time she was in love with a guy.
The guy dumped her for someone else.
Can you believe my fucking bad luck?
That mixture of good and bad memories is confusing her
so it's best if we don't meet again
until she gets sorted up.
That's how we left it.
And to top it off...
That's a contradiction.
No, it isn't.
I'm looking for someone who'll teach me to be alone.
With you, I'll never learn.
You'll say it's female hysteria.
I think the girl's nuts.
Did she give you any explanation?
What I really want is to have a child
and when I had the chance I had to get rid of it.
That's not a contradiction, it's a fact.
And it's a fact that I want to be alone.
But I don't know if I can do it.
No explanations. She wants to learn to be alone.
Hold it, Tony.
It's all shot to hell. Bring me some herb tea instead.
Incredible.
When there's so little love around, some people just waste it.
Come on, it's not such a big deal.
You got her number?
No, she asked for mine and I gave it to her.
Her address?
No, she asked me to drop her on the corner.
Yeah, and at the end
she cried and made a scene.
No, no, there were no tears.
So as a kid you were in love with the photo.
Right?
I made it up! How could I be in love with a photo?
Come off it.
Admit it, the photo line was great.
Yeah, it was good.
But how can that inspire me?
Isn't it original? A love story that starts in a cemetery?
But it's not a love story. It's the story of a fuck.
No, no, hang on a minute. Not a fuck, three.
All right, three but I'm writing about an immigrant family
fifty years ago, Italians.
So where's the connection?
Adapt it. You said if they could film Kafka's "The Trial"
they could film anything.
You're pissing me off.
Did Italian immigrants not ficky-fick?
Did they grow on trees?
The three rounds weren't bad.
That reminds me of my heyday.
How did you feel after?
I don't know. Fine.
You said we should have a girl in every port.
But you don't bring them on the ship.
Tony, forget about that tea, stupid.
Bring champagne. The machos at table four are thirsty.
I don't know what to do.
I adore Daniel.
Isn't it lovely that after so long
there's still that electricity between us?
It's great to feel like that.
But when you say electricity do you mean you're in love?
No, no.
That part is all over.
I don't want to be in love again. I suffered too much.
Guess what happened on Thursday.
Thursday?
You'll never believe who asked me out this Thursday.
Let me tell you that first.
You know who called me?
Facu.
- Facu who? - Facundo Pe�a Alcar�z, who else?
I've been going out with Facundo since Thursday.
Listen, if you see him
or even call him, I swear I'll cut your tits off.
You're a nymphomaniac, you're sick.
That's what you are.
Fer!
- Bye, Dolly. - I'm not Dolly.
But I'd like to clone you, like the sheep, honey.
Stop messing with the clients.
With three girls like that one, I'd make myself a kebab.
If you want a kebab, the grill bar is on the corner.
I'll turn it off.
Just a minute.
Hang on.
Hello.
- What a surprise! How are you? - Fine, how are you?
- Are you busy? - Yes, I'm rehearsing.
But it doesn't matter.
How are you? Writing a great part for me?
I think we've been playing that since we met, haven't we?
You fool...
Listen, Sebas rang me.
He wants us all to meet up.
This is Sergio Alvarado. Please leave a message.
Sergio, this is Sebas. How are you?
I was wondering if we could meet. You see? I still call you.
Why don't we meet at Duke's?
With Vale and Marcos. You could call them.
Smile.
I miss you all.
We haven't met in ages.
Face to face, I mean.
I think a lot about you all, but...
I'm kind of tied up tomorrow
but the day after we could meet around 8:00.
If you can't make it, call me. Otherwise, I'll see you then.
All the best, man. Bye.
He doesn't appear for months and then...
No one's forcing you.
No, I'll be there. In the Garllington?
OK.
And how are you?
Jealous.
Are you still rehearsing with that guy you mentioned?
At least he believes in me.
And he's not married.
Neither am I.
You separated?
Yeah.
Listen, I spoke to Marcos, he's definitely coming.
Can I ask you something?
Which of the three do you miss most?
Curly.
The fat one made me laugh most.
I have to go, they'll kill me.
See you soon.
- Kisses. - Same here.
I'm sorry. Can we start again? Forgive me.
Come on.
In a caf� for losers
surrounded by drinkers,
a malevo remembers his loves,
with tears.
Meanwhile, the musicians,
caressing their instruments,
fill with sad accents the crowded caf�
where hardened thieves
dream sadly of money.
With your arrogant appearance,
you dazzled me, you filled me with hope
like a simple idiot.
And in the same way you made me throw the dagger,
and for my final undoing I stole for your affection.
You fooled me like a child
but that debt must be paid.
Your end is already written,
it's easy to imagine,
very soon you'll end up
in the hands of a compadrito.
And when that tempting body
has finally wilted,
some guy will be called onto finish you off.
No one wants the banner
if the procession is long.
Now we'll have today's main financial news.
A new fall on the European markets has alarmed local firms
dealing in the region, especially in Spain.
The paella effect could mean
serious losses for Brazil and Argentina.
Yesterday, two mobile coronary units
were called to the Stock Exchange in Buenos Aires...
I'm sick of the news.
Being skint has its advantages, doesn't it?
I don't know. Sebas is coming tomorrow.
The yuppie has appeared.
- Great. - Vale's coming too.
Gorgeous Val, that is a treat.
Why don't you buy fresh cold-cuts for us to nibble on?
Everything is stale here.
- Go on, give me a coin. - No!
I'll buy you a sandwich if you want.
- A ham and cheese sandwich. - And a Coke!
A Coke.
What is a letter? Is that a letter?
No, it's a film script.
I write what the characters say in a film
everything that happens. That's my job.
Have you ever been to the cinema? Do you know what a film is?
I don't remember.
Can I have another? This won't last long.
Finish that one first, and we'll see.
You've seen TV.
There are people, cartoons...
There are smashed cars, with blood.
Yes, there are lots of things.
But in the cinema, everything suddenly goes dark
and there's a machine
and it projects from a distance on a kind of huge sheet.
If it's dark you can't see.
No, because this machine I'm talking about
projects with lights on that screen
and you see everything as if it were a dream.
I dreamed about my mom once but I don't remember her face.
I don't understand.
If you waken, does the film end?
No, in the cinema it's like dreaming when you're awake.
It's as if a guy like me was telling you his dream.
If I tell you a dream about my mom, could you do it in the cinema?
Could you?
I don't know.
I mean, I didn't really know your mom.
I don't know.
You don't remember what she was like?
She killed herself long time ago.
But if I tell you about it
can you make a mom for me in the cinema? Can you do that?
Can you?
Can you, men?
Yes!
No! I don't know, it depends.
A guy would have to come along
with a lot of money and put up the money...
You've got money. You bought me two sandwiches and a Coke.
But you need a lot of money.
Just to go to sleep?
No, to make your dream... The film...
But I dreamed of my mom for free!
It isn't that easy.
You have to shoot the film, baby...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, what's your name?
The cops call me Juana Moreno.
They bug me all day at the station.
You know what the kids call me?
They call me Small-Ass.
Will I tell you why they call me that?
No, because then you'll call me Small-Ass.
No, your name is Juana.
Listen, Juana, you come here tomorrow...
No, come on Monday, at this time.
- When the sun goes down... - The sun goes?
Sometimes.
You come here and I'll take you to the cinema.
You're a great cooker, boss!
If she becomes a regular I'll kick your ass...
And now you tell me, bitch! Are you going to apologize?
Don't you dare turn up!
If I get fired because of you, I'll kill you!
No, leave him alone!
Get out of here!
Get out of here, son of a bitch!
Thank you.
Forgive me.
Why is a woman like you with that beast?
He lost control. He's never hit me before.
Never?
Excuse me.
I have to go, Duke.
Are you OK?
Take care.
What did he call you?
I'm Ariel, but some people call me Duke.
It's a long story.
I'm Esther.
I'll bring you some ice. That's turning red.
It's all right, thank you.
I insist
it's going to look awful.
Wait here.
What's so funny? Don't open your mouth!
Why do I want to leave?
He sekems a nice guy.
Do I need a thug who'll beat me up?
Isn't an ordinary man good enough?
What the hell do you want, Esther?.
- Where is she? - She left.
Why didn't you tell me?
You told me to say nothing!
Dickhead!
Hey, there, gorgeous Val!
Ignore that guy. Come here!
You gorgeous baby.
It's been so long!
- How are you? - And you?
- Fine. What about you? - I'm fine.
How are you?
You look
absolutely lovely.
You dkon't look so bad yourself.
It's my style.
I'm still pretty, still on my own
and still as crazy as ever
because, otherwise, why am I on my own?
- How are things? - Fine.
Sorry I'm late.
I forgive you.
- Cold, Duke? - No, lukewarm.
I'm going to help Humanity and kill you.
Throw away the toothpick, vulgar bus boy.
He can't take charge, I'm telling you.
- I'll leave it to you. - That's it.
Where's Sebas?
He should have left work an hour ago, right?
Maybe he went home to change.
No, that's in the other direction.
Get your bearings.
I've got them.
- And your girl? - What?
- Your girl? - They're all the same.
- I'm asking about yours. - Hey, hey!
Wasn't I the only one here?
But you broke the mould, gorgeous!
I went behind the counter, to get some ice...
No, stop, don't tell us yet.
Wait for Sebas, so he can hear it too.
Come on, it's a great story.
And we've got his story with the nutter yesterday.
Don't forget your hit in the cemetery.
That has to go on the agenda too.
Is it just my impression or are you all desperate?
You're picking up girls in the nut house, in the cemetery...
Duke, where's yours from?
She must be a local, she left without paying.
Has Sebas stood us up?
- You're sure it was today? - Yeah, of course.
I'll call him.
- Give me a light. - Shall I call him?
Here.
Marta?
Sergio.
No, seriously, we're waiting for him.
What?
He killed himself.
Marta!
- What is it? - He's dead.
- Who? - Sebas.
Marta!
This is a wonderful photo.
I asked Sebas to make me a copy.
I like to remember when you were all kids
and came here to study. Do you remember?
Of course.
But that photo is only two years old.
It was Sebas' birthday.
I downloaded it from his computer. He had it under "Testament".
Imagine, two weeks ago he was here having lunch with me.
He told me off because I drank a lot.
He told me he was in love.
They weren't living together but he was in love.
No one kills himself if he feels like that!
I don't know, Marta.
Maybe it was unrequited love. I don't know.
Forgive me, love, but my head is full of shit.
I feel like a sewer.
Read it. What he's asking for is silly, but...
It's better than having him up there.
I want a different memory of my son.
I feel hatred!
A hatred I haven't felt for ages. It's a hatred
that I never knew before, Sergio
because it's not aimed at anyone. It's got no target.
It's so strong I feel younger.
I want to sleep with a man again.
I'd like you to know how I feel.
No, I don't want to sleep with you, don't worry!
- Where's the guy who sits there? - He's not coming.
- Why? - He can't.
He promised me. When's he coming?
One of these days. Afriend of his died.
When a friend of mine died I cried just once.
Then I got another friend.
Tell him he promised me, OK?
I'll be back, OK?
He's not to forget, OK?
I'll tell him.
Doesn't the radio work?
- Hello. - Hello.
- How are you? - Hello.
- Fine? - Fine.
What's that?
It's Sebas. Will you give him a kiss?
He isn't what he was, but he loves you.
Like always.
You're all assholes!
Wait, wait!
Here, read his will, it's what he wanted.
Go on, read it!
But why here?
What happened to him here?
I don't think anything special happened to him here.
Now, to remember him
we won't go to the cemetery, we'll go camping.
This place isn't bad.
And why us?
You were his best friends, but me? I never saw him.
I didn't see him much either, but we were still friends.
You were at school with him
and later on, you and he dated for two years.
So why aren't all his ex-girlfriends here
including the ones he two-timed me with?
You're unforgettable.
When I told you
he'd never stopped loving you I wasn't joking.
We didn't talk much about you, for obvious reasons
but I'm sure it hurt him to remember you.
He never forgave himself for leaving you.
So all the guys I've dated and who've left me
are going to leave me their ashes?
Great.
Don't look at me. I didn't leave you.
You left me.
I left you.
But you know why?
It was because Sebas was my best friend
and someone told me
he was terribly in love with you
and our romance was kind of over, wasn't it?
Not for me.
I'm sorry. In any case, I won't leave you my ashes.
You loved Sebas, didn't you?
A lot.
The three of you.
That's why we're here.
Beer?
- To Sebas. - No.
I don't think he'd like it.
We'll drink to ourselves, we're alive.
And may we be sufficiently
intelligent to understand his message.
Cheers!
What message?
There is none. He went down with the company, that's all.
Marcos is right. He wanted to bring us together
to tell us something.
Guys, Sebas
wasn't into leaving messages or giving advice.
He didn't believe in mysteries or fate
or gods who determined life.
He was Sebas.
And you heard his friend in the company.
If he hadn't killed himself, they'd have killed him.
Maybe that's what he wanted to tell us.
I reckon we can think 1,000 different things
about what he wanted to say.
I think we're going to realize over time.
Sebas was right. This place is lovely.
Here, nobody steals your bronze plaque or your flowers.
Yeah, it's nice.
The only things you can lose here are your contact lenses
and your virginity.
Val, you still look good.
Of course I do, idiot.
Nothing's dropped.
You'd like a girl with a figure like this, wouldn't you?
You're the one who's showing your years.
Are you chasing schoolgirls yet?
No, I'm not down to that yet.
I'm on offer, eh?
Does anyone want to say anything?
Could he swim?
I can't think of anything he didn't know already.
Neither can I.
Move! Move, duck!
- Go away! - Stop that!
They're going to eat Sebas!
Shoo, shoo!
- Get out of here! - Fucking ducks, scram!
They're eating Sebas!
Shall I throw the box at them?
No, not the box. Here, put the lid on.
Duck shit.
That's what he's going to be. Duck shit.
He'll turn into that.
Are you the kind who says this is half empty, not half full?
What else could he turn into?
I don't know. Ducklings, pat�...
What's so funny?
No, but seriously
if Marta ever
asks how it went
don't go into details. Just say
it was lovely, her son
merged with Nature and with God.
Sebas didn't believe in God.
Marta does.
What did Marta say about him being in love?
That he wasn't in a relationship but he was in love.
It's odd, Sebas never talked to Marta about those things
Either he lied to her or he was madly in love.
Who drove him so crazy?
Fuck off.
That's it, it's over.
I'll tell you a story.
Skip it.
I'm all right
really.
I prefer to think he's going to become ducklings.
Well, anyway...
It was one thing
not seeing him because the bastard never had any time.
It's another not seeing him because he isn't here.
I'll get over it if we keep seeing each other.
And you don't disappear.
Bye.
Don't go after them, they're armed!
No, I won't follow them, don't worry.
It's over now. Are you all right?
- I'm going to... - No, wait.
No, no, fuck them anyway.
The show we're rehearsing has been postponed again, so...
I'll have more time.
But when you meet at Duke's I'm usually in the gym
or rehearsing. It's complicated.
But I guess there'll be fewer rehearsals.
I'll try to go.
What's wrong?
Apart from the reason that brought us together
I feel well
I really like it.
But it hurts too.
One can't rewind, right?
Bye
Hello.
You were mugged and then you fainted.
They hit you there.
There was some blood but I cleaned it off.
- Are you all right? - I remember.
I remember.
What?
I fainted because I was shit scared, not because of the blow.
A whiskey would do me more good. Could you?
- Thank you, Marcos. - You're welcome.
Is being afraid a symptom of old age?
I'm asking because a night like this
would have aroused me before.
I never met anyone who was aroused by a mugging.
It's kind of weird.
I meant, being in a stranger's house.
And today I'm a dangerous guy.
Why?
Because I'm...
I'm very sad, there's a lot of shit.
Well...
I really don't want to sleep on my own.
That's it. But it's best.
- Is the janitor going to kill you? - No, he won't.
He's a sweetheart.
And he's got the hots for me.
He nearly had a heart attack when he saw this dress.
It's really late!
Who's calling at this time?
- Jaime! - Yes.
It's me, Esther.
I had my purse stolen. Could you let me in, please?
Yes, ma'am, I'll be right down.
Thank you.
"Ma'am". I tell him I'm "Miss" but he insists.
I think you should go now because
he might go crazy with jealousy.
It's nice like this, isn't it?
No phone numbers, no dates
no kisses.
If we meet again, it'll be by chance.
All right.
Yes.
- Miss. - Miss.
I'm off.
A veteran of insomnia I'm prematurely old.
My words get tired, it's not a manner of speech.
I have an Italian guitar. For the hungry no bread is stale.
Mario straightens it out but it always bends again.
To pay for the wedding and the ring, I sold the car.
An innocent youth, I auctioned off my freedom.
I'm a TVjunkie, with the sound tumed down at night,
so that it won't disturb her, though she's no longer here.
Silly, don't exile me from your mouth.
You're partly to blame, so mention me again.
Typical of me, always in pain.
I get dealt a good hand and I have to ruin it.
You took great care of me.
You told my mother you would tame me.
My revolution was just for show.
You lost patience
when I was about to weaken.
I was your rabid toy, your myth in chains.
You had me as an amulet, a guy for your cross.
I've made it up with your picture, I've kissed it so often,
and I cling to it when there's a blackout.
In my insolent guitar there's a crouching tango:
"Woman you dumped me" I can't even sing to you.
I've ran out of lyrics, I'm choking on a verse
in which I tell you to go to hell, then I beg you one more time.
Silly, don't exile me from your mouth.
You're partly to blame, so mention me again.
Typical of me, always in pain.
I get dealt a good hand and I have to ruin it.
You took great care of me.
You told my mother you would sort me out.
My revolution was just for show.
You lost patience
when I was about to weaken.
When I was
about to weaken.
Sergio told me you left my son's ashes in a lovely place.
Yes.
It was very pretty.
Thank you.
Is it true that Sebas told you he was in love
but not with whom?
You loved him, didn't you?
Were you really in love with him?
Yes. I was in love.
What made you change
from being friends to becoming a couple?
Was it a case of affection combined with horniness?
You went from friendship to love? How was it?
That's simplifying it a bit, but yes.
Why?
Last night I had sex with an old friend.
It was great! It started there.
You're not violating a sacred place.
We started there, but we ended up in the bedroom, all very proper.
You didn't answer me.
Don't you know who Sebas was in love with?
No, I don't know.
You want to know if he still loved you?
Look, if I knew that he did, I wouldn't tell you
because most women tend to attach happiness to a memory.
And that's no use.
Look at me. I've got loads of memories.
But last night, if I'd stayed attached to them
I would never, ever, have let such an event happen.
And it isn't a joke, you know?
It had been so long...
Oh, God, so much time wasted.
I'm sorry to tell you all this but I can't tell my friends.
They'd think I was crazy, they'd judge me.
They'd think I was profaning the mourning for my son's death.
They think that after a certain age
it's more dignified to close down that area.
I don't understand all this.
It's as if my son's death had wakened me.
I was living because I had a roof, I was breathing.
I'd get dressed, go out
I ate because it was lunchtime, or suppertime.
But I wasn't doing things because I wanted to live.
I was on automatic.
I don't know if it seems stupid but
I wasn't alive.
No, it doesn't seem stupid.
The street is jumping.
It's what?
I mean, with women.
Girls are springing up like mushrooms.
The girls were always there, but they didn't show anything.
Now, with the heat
they reveal more, but we say this
every time the summer begins. Every year, it's the same.
Look! Look at that short one!
I really like the short ones.
So do I.
What is it about short ones?
- I don't know, it's... - What I like
is that everything is closer together.
What sex is Buenos Aires?
I don't get it.
Why do you ask?
I need to know, I'm working. What sex is Buenos Aires?
The obelisk or the 9 de Julio Avenue canal?
For me it's a girl.
A difficult girl
wild.
When you don't have her, you miss her
and when you do
at times it's great, at times you'd throw her out the window.
You insult each other
but you never say you don't want to see her again
because you love her.
Of course it's hard to admit it
but she's indispensable.
You need her.
But when does any real porte�o from Buenos Aires
admit that anyone is indispensable?
Just in tangos.
But in real life
no way.
A girl.
Buenos Aires is a girl.
I was that close
to tears.
And I thought I had a silver tongue.
You should be in Harvard.
Teaching class and screwing all the girls.
For every girl you screw, you plant a flag.
I have to piss.
Fuck you, anyway.
Hello.
Here's someone indispensable.
- Duke. - Hello, gorgeous.
- How are you? - Fine.
At that table, we had a lovely conversation with Sebas.
Excuse me.
Going to the washroom together, like girls?
How are you doing, baby?
I'm doing.
I can't stand it when she's melancholic.
We all react in our own way. Can't she do that?
Yes, but she always infects me with her moods
and I was having a good day.
- You're an idiot. - What's up?
Fuck you!
Couldn't you aim the other way?
They're two grown men.
I don't think they mind you showing how you feel.
They want to talk about Sebas too, but they won't admit it.
Did you catch it in your zip?
No.
Something similar.
The other day, I saw your wife in the street.
Ex-wife.
- Was she alone? - Yes.
How is she?
Changed.
That's it, changed.
That's very specific.
What does it mean?
Has she done her tits, dyed her hair, become a slut?
Take it easy.
She might be nuts, but she is his wife.
Was.
So now Diana is nuts?
Know what I think?
When a girl is crazy about you
she's the love of your life.
But when she dumps you
it turns out she's nuts.
Isn't that so, Duke? It's odd.
Things are a bit more complicated.
You know my mother says I look like George Clooney?
- Who? - George Clooney.
Yeah, yeah.
A dead ringer.
He's more like Ray Charles.
Do you need anything?
- Is that your girlfriend? - No, she's a friend.
Can you behave yourself?
- Are we going to the cinema tomorrow? - I was here the other day.
- And the next one. - I know, but...
- Yeah, the old guy told me. - Anyway...
Now you've got another friend.
That girl lives around here, on the street
in an abandoned car. She's homeless.
He's so good-hearted he's almost an idiot.
He'll never get rid of her.
Is she crazy? I mean, really crazy?
Once I saw her giving a cop a really rough time
out in the street.
I've always wanted to do that.
We all have.
So, shall we meet tomorrow?
When the sun goes down.
- Your girl's lovely. - Behave yourself.
She isn't your girl?
- You want to screw her? - No. See you tomorrow.
Come here, Romeo.
The nutter's a nice girl.
Shut up.
- I'll tell you a story. - You asked if she was crazy?
- That girl? - Yes.
Up until a few years ago
there was a little flower stall on the corner there.
The flower seller would come here for a coffee.
He was a quiet guy, he never bothered anyone.
A nice, quiet guy. And one day she appeared.
- Will you give me one? - No, no.
- Come on, just one. - No, no.
Give me one, just one. From there.
No, that one. Here.
- That one too. - No.
Hey, she just gave him a kiss, that's all.
No, she didn't kiss him.
She went down his throat.
And it wasn't the only time.
She'd appear behind him, by surprise.
She'd push her tongue down his throat and run off.
And poor Riqui was really disgusted.
And then she disappeared.
From that very moment, Riqui
began to wither
like a bunch of flowers that wasn't sold.
I don't know.
For me, stalking is a kind of strange way
of being with someone, but it was all poor Riqui knew.
I'll never forget the last time I spoke to Riqui
there, at that table.
Know what I did the other day?
I put up a sign saying that at 4:00 p. m.
The time she always came
I'd give away jasmine to all the women.
The jasmine all disappeared but she never came.
She probably can't read.
I thought that too.
No, it's me. I'm an idiot.
The one time a girl likes me, I screw it up.
At first I'd wait for her, so she wouldn't surprise me.
Now I miss waiting for her.
I smell jasmine and my nose bleeds!
Why didn't you tell me before?
I'm not sure, but I think I'm the only person he told.
And I always wanted
to keep that thing about the secret of confession.
How did it end?
When the police and ambulance came to take away the body
I never in my life
saw anyone lay into the cops like that girl did.
Never.
They wanted to grab her but she got away.
Now they know her, they know she isn't dangerous
so they leave her alone.
But it seems that after that accident
the girl lost it completely.
I just thought you should know a bit more about her
before you take her out.
She's obviously a woman who arouses wild passions.
After that, it started to rain.
But I mean, rain a lot, an awful lot.
And it didn't stop raining until the next day.
And suddenly she appeared.
And she looked at me
knowing that I knew.
Riqui had died in a ridiculous way
a noble way.
- For love. - Yes, he died for love.
And we were the only ones who knew it.
Like a novel, isn't it?
Loving a lot isn't enough.
But that's the small print
they don't read to you when you're born.
Did I tell you my mother thinks I look like George Clooney?
This guy's an asshole!
- What's up? - I wanted to talk to you.
Don't you have one of those new inventions?
You open it, it's got buttons. It's a "telephone".
Come in.
- What's up? - Know what?
I came to tell you we did wrong
in telling Valeria not to go away.
Wrong? I don't understand.
She'll fuck us up. It's happened before.
What do you mean?
If anyone can screw up our friendship, it's her.
Did you see how the slut looked at me?
No. Hang on.
The same way the slut looks at you.
Don't say it like that.
She's the same as ever.
She leads you on, then fucks with someone else.
I don't care who she screws, she's not with me.
But that doesn't mean...
It's incredible that you don't want to realize
that the girl is a slut...
You've said that four times.
Yes, I did say it four times.
What do you want to know?
Why are you being like this?
You know why I said it?
To see your reaction.
And from your reaction, I see you really care.
So do something.
Be responsible for your own life.
What are you going to say?
That you and Diana split up very recently?
That was a non-starter.
Do you think I'm stupid?
I just look stupid, that's all.
Do something so that I can get her out of my head.
You're grown up now.
We're grown up now.
That's it, Marquito.
You told him.
Hello.
Don't you like me anymore, or did someone buy it?
The portrait?
- Yes, I like you. I took it down. - As you disappeared, I thought...
I thought you were right, it's silly not to see each other.
I have to go to work now but when I come out you're not here.
- Your assistant... - My assistant is rude.
He says you leave early.
Yes, I do leave early, but I'll tell you what.
How about if we meet at 7:00 in this bar?
OK.
Don't get the wrong idea.
I just want to see what happens.
See you.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- A double coffee, please. - Right away.
Marcos.
- What's up? - You know who that is?
- Esther. - Marcos.
Don't say "It's a small world". I hate that expression.
She's coming.
You've got it
that anxious look.
Sorry, I made you uncomfortable.
No.
Go on, I'm still having a bad time.
Thanks for coming over.
- Where's Duke? - He went to do something.
What's up?
Nothing.
I don't owe him any explanation.
Leave a few of them in peace. That's Duke's girl.
Esther is Duke's girl?
You know her?
No, well, more or less. She's a girl with problems.
The last thing Duke needs.
She's got good legs.
When she's all dressed up, she's really something.
Yes, I know I'm dressed as a person. So?
No wise cracks.
Visitor.
Didn't she leave the other day without paying?
Don't act tough. This film isn't "The Dirty Dozen".
It could be "An Affair to Remember" but that's all.
"A Man and a Woman".
"Deep Throat".
Don't piss me off. If you need anything, ask Tony.
Wait, wait. Take this for me.
Don't you want a trolley to serve a coffee?
Idiot!
I thought I wouldn't see you again.
I came to pay for the other day.
And for this.
You don't have to pay anything.
And you don't have to run off
because I'll follow you, wherever you go.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Sergio, In�s. - Hello.
See you later.
The girl frokm the cemetery?
A grave matter.
Can I have a beer?
I thought you weren't coming.
- Coffee? - All right.
Tony, two coffees!
Well...
You know
I took the photo out of the store
but I've got it at home.
What's wrong?
You were hurt that much?
Tell me about your place.
Is this the cafe you told me about?
Yes.
That guy
is Duke, he owns the place.
It used to belong to his father.
He was a great guy, a real phenomenon.
He was a journalist, a musician. A weird guy.
One day he had a heart attack and died.
Duke took over the place with his mother.
He's a bit older than us.
But we really hit it off with him.
He used to borrow our school books.
We envied Duke because he didn't go to school
and he envied us because we did.
You hardly know me.
As a waitress I'm good, I've got experience.
As a person...
I might let you down.
You're scared to death.
The guy who hit you left you scared to death.
What are yo doing, man?
Close the curtain.
I said, close the curtain!
The till! Open the till!
Here, put the money in there!
Hurry up, for fuck's sake!
And nobody act the hero, I'll take the kid as a hostage.
No, not the kid! He's got a family.
Take me, I own this place and I'm on my own.
No, he's not on his own, he's got me!
- You volunteer. - Are you crazy?
Go on, if he comes over I'll grab him.
No, he's a father. Take me.
You want to drive me crazy? You think I'm stupid?
Give me the bag.
You think this isn't loaded?
You little fucker, come with me!
Stop, you're crazy.
Keep out of this.
Don't move.
Take it easy. Just calm down, please.
How many people are you going to kill? They're all skint.
I'll kill him for hiding behind a girl
and to show you it's loaded.
But we believe you, we believe it's loaded.
Just take one hostage.
Take me.
I'm alone.
Why are you fucking me up?
You want to screw me.
What if I do it to you?
Hey, stop!
Please, forgive me. I've got a family.
I'm desperate, I lost everything! Forgive me!
I left him go?!
Don't dare.
He put the gun to my head. Are you crazy?
Let him go.
I'll kill myself.
Bastards, my family have got nothing to eat!
You don't understand.
You're all assholes.
What the hell could you lot ever understand?
- 254. - What?
He took 254 pesos, Duke.
I don't know what to say, because...
I lost my head there for a moment.
A second of madness that put everyone at risk.
That wasn't the idea.
I want to apologize.
That's it.
Forgive me.
You're not at all like my kind of man.
Of ckourse not.
That's why you won't get away.
I don't want to get romantic now.
Where would you hide a gun?
I don't know.
I'd throw it away
anything but give it to the cops.
I want to dance.
I want to dance, otherwise I'll start crying like an idiot.
- I was really scared. - All right.
But don't dance now, they'll think you're mad.
Dont't care. Duke...
- What? - Put on some music.
Something to dance to.
- All right. - Or a good tango!
I want you to hear something.
Tony, put on that one again.
Let's dance.
I can't dance to that.
- Come on! - No.
And why do they call you Duke?
Have you got blue blood?
They tell me "Doo-queh"...
But's pronounced "Duke".
I'm a fan of Duke Ellington.
He's an old jazz musician
a band leader. That's Ellington playing now.
That's why it's "Garllington", for Gardel and Ellington.
Stupid, but I liked it.
Are they not going to dance?
I'm a tango fan, I love it.
But I don't understand jazz.
There's nothing to understand.
Is it true what you said to the thug?
Tkhat I'm not alone? That I've got you?
I can be with someone but I need my space.
Let's go slowly.
I always went too fast.
And I get you when the brakes are on.
All right.
With my luck, if I fell on the floor I'd miss it.
I'm still scared.
It's logical. He wasn't exactly Santa Claus.
But it's over now. And I'm here.
It isn't much of a guarantee but I think you needn't be afraid.
Isn't falling in love with a photo being afraid of it all?
Dancing doesn't mean I'm buying.
Are you sure about this?
No.
I'm not sure of anything.
Look at me.
I didn't think or decide anything.
It was when I saw that guy with the gun
and I thought I'd never see you again.
Until now, you never called or came around.
I got used to not seeing you.
I can live without seeing you.
But I need to know that you're somewhere, near
that at that very minute you're thinking of me.
I guess I'll always love you.
Do you love me?
To infinity
and beyond.
Come in. Can you dance?
Yes or no? Well, come in.
Duke, the cops are here.
It'd be a crime to stop this tango. They can wait.
They can wait there.
I think they're being assholes.
You're right.
Or we're the assholes and we're at the wrong place
because they can't be celebrating a robbery.
Or can they?
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