Bardogento (2026) Movie Script
(sea waves, soft wind)
(man screaming far away)
(impact)
(sea waves, soft wind)
(unsettling music)
Hello! Welcome!
Towels,
bath towels,
robes,
hair dryer,
comb, back comb,
Soaps!
Take it, Mr. C'mon.
Don't be shy.
Don't get cold.
I think the pink will look good.
(jingle)
No, sir...
That's not for sale.
It's personal.
(laughs)
(jingle)
Towels,
bath towels,
robes,
hair dryer,
comb, back comb,
Soaps!
Towels!
(unsettling in crescendo)
Motherfucker!
You had to be argento!
Here you have a desk,
a comfortable chair,
but no,
you had to choose
to stamp your face in the beach.
No, I didn't choose anything!
You always choose.
Nothing's accidental.
Had an argument with your wife,
takes a sleeping pill,
furthermore, complaints about
things not going well.
And on top of that,
ends up arguing
with some poor bastard
that's totally flat broke.
C'mon, man.
If you go to the front,
you gotta take the hit.
That damn necessity of pretending
to be more than you can...
No!
No!
No! No! No!
(heavenly but mysterious
music, dark synths)
(guitar melody joins)
(music becomes more intense)
(music goes down)
(music fades, crickets chirping)
(light turns off)
(Chucaro) You can go, buddy.
If anything, I'll let you know.
No!
No!
This can't be happening!
Relax, man.
What's all of this?!
All in good time.
It's a little confusing at first.
No one really understands what
they're doing here.
But believe me,
within time, you'll get used to it.
(crackling fire)
Sit, goddammit!
You're wasting my time.
(Juan sighs)
Cordoban?
Yeah.
The land of the 10.
Diego?
He's from Villa Fiorito.
Lomas de Zamora.
Really?
Ah, fuck.
I'd swear he was cordoban.
No wonder everyone looks at me funny
every time I say he was from my land.
It's fine. We still have
fernet and fantino.
What?
Fantino.
Red wine with orange soda.
Is he here?
Who, Diego?
No, he's gone.
This is a pass-through. Nobody stays long.
Some of them go back.
Others get to a higher level.
And others get born again.
Ah! By the way!
I have a nice offer for you.
For me?
Yeah.
Xiuying.
It means brave and beautiful.
Daughter of Tao Ming
and Fang Li.
Tomorrow labor begins.
Good family.
From Fuyian, or Fujian,
I don't really know how you say it.
Yeah?
You're telling me
that I'm going to be
reincarnated as a woman?
Yes.
What?
You have a problem with that?
No...
I don't know...
I don't know! I have no idea!
Think about it this way.
China is on the rise.
Third world power.
Anytime soon they'll beat Russia.
Also,
it's a very organized country,
stable,
good economy,
and on top of that,
they're the best ping pong players.
I don't play ping-pong!
I don't know about ping-pong!
There you go!
If you born in China,
you'll learn for sure.
And another thing,
Fuyian, or Fujian,
however you fucking pronounce it,
it's the province of China
with the largest number
of migrants to Argentina.
Maybe, you move there,
and end up living in Chinatown,
in Belgrano,
near where you used to live.
And what's the good part in that?
Well,
that maybe
you'll see people from your previous life.
I don't know.
You'll start to remember... like a dj vu.
So?
So, if you really miss it all,
at least
they're close.
(Juan-off) This can't be happening.
It's a dream.
That's it.
I'm dreaming.
None of this is real.
It can't be real.
And also this clown,
giving me cheap philosophy lectures.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
I'm El Chcaro.
Nice to meet you.
Although, I think you're not happy
about meeting me, am I right?
I used to have another name, but
over time,
I don't know.
You forget everything,
even your own name.
And I'm not a philosopher,
nor I pretend to be one.
I don't like clichs
either, but let's face it,
sometimes they come in handy.
Take it easy.
Tell me what you feel.
This can't be real.
I don't know.
Here we go again.
Tell me.
What do you need to convince yourself?
Like the General said,
the only truth is reality.
Aristoteles said that
two thousand years ago.
Well
if you're gonna question
everything I say...
Aren't you supposed to be
some supreme being?
A wise man.
That knows all the secrets in the universe.
And messed up in two already.
C'mon,
man.
So judgmental.
There's so many things to remember.
You start to forget.
This is supposed to be a place where
everything's perfect, right?
Heaven, the angels.
A celestial light.
I don't know. Feeling at peace.
Wel
that comes with time.
When it comes to heaven,
and that feeling of peace,
well, that
was a campaign we made for
the people to come more relaxed,
not shitting in their
pants, like they used to.
The thing is,
we went too far with the special FX
and well, you know how it is.
When you're in campaign you
make promises, and promises...
(guitar chord drop)
(guitar solo, fire crackling)
(clicks finger, music stops)
(birds chirping)
There's the sky.
See? You can relax, I have good intentions.
All right.
Let's get to what concerns us.
Take this. Choose one.
Right, if I choose the blue one,
I wake up in my bed thinking
all of this was a dream.
And if I choose the red one?
I'm stuck in here with all this matter,
not knowing where it will take me?
What are you saying!
They're chocolates.
So you can wash off
the flavour in your mouth.
I make you choose because
they're the only ones I got left.
Fuck, I was trying to be nice.
What?
What are you doing?
Come here, man! Don't be a pussy!
(percussion starts)
(guitar and percussion)
(soft wind)
Sunglasses!
Pareo!
Hats, sunscreen!
On offer!
I sell cheap!
Hello! How are you?
All good? What would you like?
Look.
I have sunscreen on sale,
with aloe Vera, it's great!
It's half the price!
(jingle, music of realization)
No, no!
Don't insist.
The cat's not for sale.
(jingle and music continue)
Sunglasses!
Hats, paroe, sunscreen!
(guitar and percussion begins again)
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
What are you doing here?
What are these people doing here?
What
What
What are they doing?
Adela!
Adela! Don't you remember me?
I'm Juan.
Susana's son.
We used to buy in your market all the time!
You gave us candy!
Candy!
Don't you remember?
Don't waste your time.
She won't recognize you.
(tension drop)
You don't belong to their story anymore.
As I said before,
Here nobody remembers your name.
We know her as The Dragonfly.
She spends her time looking
at the clouds and their shapes.
Like the coster!
We know him like The Hustle.
(Coster) Coffee! There's coffee!
There.
Speaking of the devil.
(tension drop)
(Coster, far away) Coffee! Coffee!
(Coster) Coffee! Coffee for sale!
Hot coffee!
But what does this queue mean?
What is this?
(Chucaro) This is for the vocational test.
What?
The vocational test.
Here, we guide them to choose the body
they want to reincarnate into.
Remember I told you
about the Xiuying woman?
Well,
she's taken.
You lost your chance.
Here those things don't last much.
They're in high demand.
I warned you, but you
didn't want to listen.
What are you doing?
Where are you going?!
You can get lost!
You'll get in pretty dark places!
I know what I'm talking about!
(percussion and guitar music begins)
(sea waves, music continues)
(music goes down)
(heavenly synth starts playing)
(the beat accelerates,
percussion starts again)
(music goes down)
(soft mysterious synth base)
(music in crescendo)
(bass drop)
(bass drop)
(bass drop)
(constant high note)
(bass drop)
(oniric and nostalgic
ambience, Juan's footsteps)
(Juan) Two croissants.
That's all.
That's all I wanted.
Two croissants, a large coffee.
With a dash of milk.
And the newspaper, that's it.
But no.
Now I can't have those little luxuries.
And not because I can't afford it.
No.
I can pay it and much more.
I could have breakfast every day
outside home, but no.
I have to wake up very
early in the morning,
to go to work like a dog.
From 8am to 20pm I
have to be in the company,
otherwise things don't work.
Now that I have the money to do things,
I can't do them, because I have to be
all day working, or at home.
Meanwhile, you
can be relaxed, in your home,
having breakfast at any time.
(melancholic soft music)
With no obligations.
No.
It's not like that, Juan.
No?
And how is it, Pipo? Tell me.
Maybe you have the formula
for happiness and I don't.
And I keep working like an idiot.
(jazzy percussion)
While you can drink mate and jerk off
with zero trouble in your mind.
Who told you I don't have problems?
Huh?
Why do you think I'm relaxed
in the morning, drinking mate?
Juan.
Why do you think I don't care about
paying you what I owe?
Because you'd be doing something, Pipo!
To get the money!
Where the fuck am I gonna get it?
Well, drinking mate and jerking
off won't get you anywhere!
You know how it is in this country!
Always the same story.
Every time you can get your head up
and you start to get lucky,
the game rules change, just like that,
and you know what I'm talking about, right?
Of course I know!
But is it my fault?
(Pipo) The taxi is for sale.
(Pipo) If it sells, I give you
back your money and that's it.
Don't mess with me, you told
me that a year ago.
What, do you think I'm lying?
I don't know if you're lying.
I don't know.
Maybe you're lying,
or maybe you put the price of
the car too high so it doesn't sell.
I don't know.
Are you kidding me?
(jazzy percussion)
Are you serious, Juan?
Look at me.
(music stops)
I'm Pipo.
I'm your friend. Since always.
You really think that if I had the money,
I wouldn't give it back to you?
(Juan) No, I don't know what you would do.
(Juan) And you know what?
I damn the fucking day I lent you the money
to buy that shitty car.
It doesn't matter, Pipo.
Money and friendship don't mix, Pipo.
(Pipo) Yeah.
That's true.
And necessity with patience,
doesn't mix either, right?
I didn't have patience?
Yeah.
Patience, yes.
But now the necessity beated you, Juan.
And that
doesn't understand about friendship.
(tension drop)
(sound goes down)
(constant high note)
(tension drop)
(constant high note)
(tension drop)
(note in crescendo)
(crowd screaming, honking)
(Pipo) Who kicks?
(Juan) Montiel, dude.
(Pipo) Montiel?
(Marian) Fuck me!
What do you know?
Shut up!
Shut up you two.
(indistinguishable
conversation and narrator)
That started playing in vacant lots,
in the hood, the street, the sidewalk!
In their town, in the square,
and that's Montiel.
We are all Montiel.
Montiel to the goal!
GOOOOOAL!
Argentina! World Champion!
Argentina! World Champion!
We're all Montiel!
In that pasture illusion!
In the argentinian floor!
Of Maradona,
FUCK YES!
(they celebrate and cry)
(Narrator) Eternal tears!
That's it! It's over!
Argentina!
Is the new world champion!
(constant high note)
(bass drop)
(high note continues)
(bass drop)
(woman voice) No, Juan. You're here
and also you're not.
(Juan) What are you saying, Marian?
(Juan) What do you mean I'm not here?
Last night when the guys came for dinner,
your head was somewhere else.
You got up twentie
times to talk on the phone.
(Juan) Three times.
And it was important.
(Marian) It's always important.
You didn't spend time with Nadia.
What do you mean?
The kid gave me her drawing.
After that we sat on the couch...
(Marian) The drawing, what was it?
(Juan) What?
(Marian) The drawing, how was it?
(tension drop)
Are you taking a test?
Juan, please!
We've been together for 30 years,
I know every single of your details.
And you're lying.
I'm not lying!
Please, I would never
with my granddaughter!
You're lying, Juan!
You don't remember the drawing,
because you didn't pay attention to it.
(Juan) Fine, I won't argue
anymore. I have a lot to do.
(Marian) Wonderful, once
again scape, like always!
I know very well what I
feel for my granddaughter.
And it hurts and annoys
me that you question
how I feel about her.
All right?
Juan,
I don't question who you are,
nor what you feel for her.
Neither how you feel about our daughter
or how you treat her.
What I'm saying is, Juan
is that your head's in other place.
You're here, but you're not.
You're like an entity.
A hologram.
At the top of the head.
And you can tell, big time,
that his head is somewhere else.
Okay.
I'm here.
What do you wanna talk about?
About us.
You.
Me.
(Marian) I don't know who you are anymore.
I'm having trouble in the business.
Everything is really hard nowadays.
What do you mean?
(Marian) There's always something.
(Marian) First, the crisis of 2017,
(Marian) the devaluation,
(Marian) then the
pandemic, the inflation...
(Marian) There's always an excuse, Juan.
It's not an excuse, it's reality.
It's a reality where we both live in.
I didn't get on this boat by myself,
both of us did it. Together.
I don't understand you.
I don't understand what you're saying.
What is it that you don't understand?
You don't look at me like you used to.
Tell me, when was the
last time you asked me out?
The other day we had dinner at gallego's.
We go there all the time.
What I'm saying is
a romantic date.
Maybe dancing, listen to music.
(Marian) I want to go to a motel.
(Marian) I want you to take me
and fuck me in the car like we used to
when we were dating.
When we were dating we were irresponsible,
we didn't realize it was dangerous.
What do you mean?
We didn't mind doing it in the car,
in Palermo's woods.
Why don't you go now?
Go.
Go with a sign saying.
Come! I'm here! Come rob me!
See?
That's what I miss about you.
Irresponsability?
Craziness, being
desperate to take me to bed.
I really miss it.
A lot.
Are you seeing someone?
Yes.
(Marian) My therapist.
(Juan laughs)
(Juan) He's putting a lot of
shit in your head. Of course.
He's making me see reality.
What reality?! What reality?!
The only reality is that
this is a shitty country
and we'll never get out of here.
I fucking swear
We convinced Cami to stay here.
For what?
If she'd left, she'd be ten times better.
Juan, no. Maybe in the
economic side you're right,
but she'd still be a sudaka
in every corner of the world.
(Juan) Don't exaggerate.
(Marian) You know I'm right.
You know what?
We'd have to settle for
seeing her once a year,
luckily.
And our granddaughter, Juan.
(Marian) Our granddaughter
would be a total stranger.
(Marian) Talking another language.
(Marian) And living a
reality far away from us.
Us.
What a beautiful word, right?
And it's so hard keeping it afloat.
(Juan) What happened to us?
What happens to 99% of the couples.
After 30 years of relationship.
(Marian) Nothing.
(tension drop)
I though we were the 1%, you know?
(high note begins)
(it combines with dramatic music)
(tension drop)
(music becomes more
electronic and experimental)
(Nadia) Granddad promised me he'd come.
(Camila) Yeah, but he can't make it.
(music becomes unsettling, woman humming)
(tension drop)
(music gets calmer, with a piano melody)
And where did he go?
It's
a place...
He won't come, Nadia.
Sometimes, things we don't want to happen,
happen anyways.
(Camila) That's it.
(Camila) He's not gonna
be in your first day of school.
But don't worry.
I'll record everything with my cellphone
so he can see it later, okay?
We're almost done.
There you go.
Beautiful.
Now go hurry your dad,
tell him to get the car, that we're ready.
Go.
(dramatic music gets more intense)
(music in crescendo)
(music fades into a calmer melody)
(high note begins)
(the ambience gets thicker)
(jingle getting closer)
Hello, how are you sir?
Are you coming down for breakfast
or do you prefer room service?
Well,
I'll leave you a flyer.
From the area.
Maybe you wanna make the best of your time
and explore around.
(The Hustle leaves humming)
THE MEMORIES SHED
Where nothing get lost.
(acoustic guitar starts playing,
a violin joins)
(music continues)
(music gets more intense)
(music gets calmer)
(Chucaro) Welcome to The Memories Shed.
(music fades away)
Here they end,
those forgotten objects,
those we left behind when we grow up.
Like those presents.
Small,
almost non existent,
and that end up in files,
or old boxes.
To finally be forgotten.
(Juan sighs)
(Nadia) Look the drawing I made you, pop.
(Juan) It's beautiful.
(Juan) who are they?
(Nadia) Pop! It's you and me.
(Juan) You made me too old.
(Chucaro) Did you play
with this train as a kid?
(Juan) Yes, of course.
(Juan) Actually,
(Juan) I watched my neighbour play.
I remember, when I was a kid
things weren't good at
home, we didn't have money.
My dad had a workshop and used to fix
everything.
He opened really early in the
morning, and closed late at night.
If he had any work.
Actually, he didn't get many.
So in the morning, he
took his bike,
some flyers,
and went riding
to promote his work.
My mother was a housewife.
So,
the only money that came in the house
was his earnings.
And it wasn't enough.
I remember that
every year for Epiphany,
we went to the main street
where all the toy stores were.
And they got the toys out in the street.
I loved looking at them.
I loved it, because I could
almost reach them with my hand.
There was one that I liked the most.
The train.
Like the one the dressmaker's
son had... Francisco?
How was it?
It doesn't matter.
They invited me to play
and I'd go every time.
My mom forced some
invitation so I could go.
And he got it there, on the table.
It was shining.
He took care of it.
It had all the pieces,
It had all the pieces,
The barriers, the stations, the bridges.
But I could only watch.
The fucker didn't let me touch it.
One day, that train would be mine.
But that day never come.
What can you do.
My kite!
You remember about that?
How could I not remember!
We went to fly it to the beach with my dad.
He made it!
No!
He was more excited than me.
He gave it to me on one of my birthdays.
I think I was six or seven.
We went to fly it the
same day of my birthday.
He used to say it wasn't the best day,
because of the wind.
But we went anyway.
So, it happened what was meant to be.
A gust of wind took it away.
Gave two tail whipping,
and boom, it got into the ocean.
And I couldn't hold on and I ran out to sea.
He yelled at me not to get in the water,
how could I?
It was the best thing that
ever happened in my life.
It made me forget about the train my
asshole neighbour had.
I chugged so much water.
I couldn't reach the bottom with my feet.
The water kept pushing me away.
I was so scared.
I never felt so scared in my life.
I kept chugging water,
there was no way out, until...
I feel my dad's hands taking me
and pulling me out of the water.
I never felt so scared in my life.
It really did shake me.
What a scold.
And what a slap I got.
The only time my dad raised his hand at me.
And the kite?
What happened?
Nothing. The kite fell into the water,
he scaped and got in the water to get it.
Why would you do that?!
Where are you going?!
Go get under the water now! Go shower!
Imagine if I didn't get him.
Don't say that, please!
(sighs)
(sighs)
(deep breathing)
What else do you
remember about your father?
How does it end, the kite's story?
A few days later, he fixed it.
He changed the paper.
And some of the rods that were broken.
And I thought of flying
it again, in the beach.
But no, I didn't wana go.
I still remembered
the way he sreamed at
me, the slap he gave me...
I wanted nothing more to do with the kite.
After a while, he passed away.
Fuck.
We never had the chance
to talk about that day.
I can tell you this, I will never
forget the salty savour in my mouth.
For a long time, I felt it there.
To this day, I think.
(Chucaro) Take it.
(Chucaro) Take it, it's the last one I got.
C'mon, man.
So you can wash off
that flavour your mouth.
Thank you.
Can I ask you a personal question?
A little bit private.
(Juan) Yeah, sure.
What does it taste like?
(Juan) Why? Didn't you eat the other ones?
Right, yes, but...
The thing is I can't taste them anymore,
nor I remember very well
what they taste like.
Here, everything is a little bit different.
There's no pain or suffering,
you don't buy, you don't sell.
But
with time, you loose sensations,
flavours,
smells.
(Chucaro) That's why
every time someone pass by,
And you feel it in your mouth.
And also in your body.
Short breathings,
touching the lips,
the bumping of a heart
escaping through the throat.
The joy of a soul
that merges into a shared breath.
Where you stop being one and become us.
But
with time, those things get forgotten.
And not only the feeling.
Also where and when.
Finally you end up not
remembering if that kiss was at a park,
sitting in a couch,
or behind some door.
And you're left with the
memory of a memory,
that some time that moment had.
That's about it, my friend.
Things are a little different here
there is no pain
no suffering, no sadness
no one knows if tears are sweet or salty
but those little details
and those little mundane life pleasures
are lost forever.
In an infinite heaven of peace and harmony.
That's why every time someone gets here,
I ask them to tell me with every detail
some of those feelings,
and I write them down here. Right here.
(Chucaro) See? Here.
(Chucaro) In this notebook.
Here.
Look.
I have everything documented
here, so I don't forget anything.
Jasmines scent.
Rain drop on the cheek.
Goal scream on the court.
Smell of warm bread.
Shines shaking the trees.
Choripan with chimichurri?
Yes! From Cordoba!
Best in the world, no doubts.
What are you thinking about?
In my friend Pipo.
I lent him some money
and I know he can't return it.
He's broke.
He has been always broke.
I didn't have better idea that
lending him the money to buy a taxi.
And things didn't work out.
Now with these new apps for rides,
and he could not recover.
At a time, I was.
I had issues with the bank, money problems.
I needed money.
I was desperate.
I went home.
And I went looking for him.
And I treated him bad.
Really bad.
(Chucaro) Do you feel guilty?
And shame.
Shame?
Yes, shame.
I took advantage of his condition.
His distress, his weakness.
It was a horrible moment.
Awful.
I've known him since
forever, he's like my brother.
However, in that moment
I chose the worst words,
to hurt him, to make him feel bad.
We used to hang out
in a choripan stand, it was
half a block from his house.
And we ordered
choripanes, some wine.
And we talked.
About life.
We had those talks
and those moments where maybe
nothing's really going on,
but we felt alive.
We talked about what we
never did, what we wanted to do...
About dreams.
In that matter, Pipo
always was ahead of me.
When he dreamed and talked to me about
what he wanted to do,
his eyes were filled with joy, and hope.
He had such enthusiasm.
I felt him like
like it was real.
Anybody walking by and hearing us
would've think this guys really knows.
He lived it in such a way.
His enthusiasm was contagious.
That time, I was a bit
tired of his craziness
and his projects.
Unreachable, all of them. And I told him.
Instead of draming so much,
why don't you look for a job?
He took a moment
he looked at me and said
because I don't know if
I can achieve any of this,
but what I do know is
in the moment I'm draming it,
I feel good.
No offense, but the choripans of that stand
are the best I tried in my life.
With chimichurri?
(Juan) The best.
Garlic, parsley,
ground chili,
and?
Oregano.
Mmmm.
Salt.
Oil.
And vinegar, of?
Wine. Of course.
What I would do to taste that again!
What is this place?
I already told you.
This is a transit point.
That I humbly named as.
Bardogento?
Yes.
What do you think?
First I thought.
Bardo Argentino.
And later on, Bardo Argento.
And finally,
Bardoento stuck.
It's good, right?
Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe.
Why argento?
Only Argentines come here?
The thing is Argentines
are a different race,
that's why they made this
place and put me in charge.
Every time an Argentine passed,
they couldn't possibly understand him.
Otherwise, I refer to the evidence.
Csar Milstein. Nobel Prize.
Creator of the technique for
generating monoclonal antibodies.
I don't know what the fuck that is,
but it must be important.
The thing is that he
could've made a lot of money.
But no.
He considered it had to be
a universal heritage of humanity.
Federico Leloir,
Saavedra Lamas.
Bernardo Houssay,
Olmedo,
Borges,
Mercedes Sosa.
Rene Favaloro.
We have the four climates
and the best meat in the world.
We're resilient.
Nice.
We go in.
We can fix almost anything.
A little bit scammers, but good people.
We know more about economics and politics
than any graduated from Harvard.
And yet, we're stil screwed.
That's why nobody understand us.
That's true.
If you give me the choice,
I choose my country all over again,
Argentina.
My neighbourhood, my home.
My place.
All the same.
You want to go back, right?
I have some pending issues.
Okay, fine.
Go.
I'll deal with the paperwork.
One thing,
If someone asks you anything,
you don't speak, all right?
Don't worry! This is
something between you and me.
Don't worry.
In Spanish, master!
One more thing.
Pure pork or mix?
Mix.
It's the one I like the most.
The true Argentine chorizo.
The pork one is gentle,
but that makes them more compact,
and to me, that's more a German sausage
than an Argentine chorizo.
I like to take a bite and
feel how it melts, you know
the greasy part...
Okay, go.
One last thing!
Enjoy more what you have,
don't complain so much
about what you don't have.
Yeah?
Hello!
Would you like to take a souvenir?
Little angels, stars
a keychain?
A harp!
No, I don't want anything.
No, I don't need anything.
What about that Led Zeppelin cd?
What's doing there?
You know,
Stairway to heaven.
(beeping noise - vital signs)
(beeping noise continues)
(grunts)
Hey, Juan.
What are you doing?
Take it easy, where are you going?
Lay down, just relax.
I'm fine.
I'm fine, Pipo.
What do you mean you're fine?
Listen. You had a heart attack.
So I'm gonna ask you to relax, lay down.
I'm fine, really.
What I need is get out of here.
I have stuff to do.
Stuff? What stuff you wanna do?
I need stuff
like going to the parrilla.
There you go.
Gather the boys,
and we'll meet there tonight, okay?
No, you're crazy,
or maybe the medication they
gave you burned your brain.
Don't worry, okay?
My clothes. Get my clothes.
What clothes? You're not going anywhere.
Just stay here.
Nurse!
Sshh! Stop!
Don't call the narcs on us! Stop it!
I swear I'm fine, really!
I promise I'll take care of myself.
I want to be with you guys.
I'm sorry, Pipo. The other
day I treated you really bad.
I'm an animal, I'm sorry.
No,
I'm sorry.
Because, actually,
I owe you that money
and I'm still with this issue
since don't know when...
You're right.
No, forget about it.
How could I forget about it?
Because of that we almost...
We almost lost you, Juan.
Listen.
It's done.
It's solved.
I'll ask for the money to my father in law,
and in the minute he gives
it to me, I'll hand it to you.
And we'll end with this thing.
Are you crazy or stupid?
No, it's done. It's a promise.
And I'll keep it.
A promise?
Yes, Juan.
I promised that if you survived
this, I would pay you every cent.
And I'll do it.
You're nuts.
You're taking the money
from your father in law
and then you won't be able to return it!
Your wife will be pissed
straight to divorce.
Pipo.
It's better to rip off a friend,
and not getting divorced.
It's way more expensive.
Juan.
I wasn't trying to rip you off.
I'm messing with you.
(Juan sighs)
Juan, what are you doing up?
All right, I don't know how
good that will be for his heart.
Well, maybe it will.
Maybe it is good.
Maybe it is good.
Sweetheart. I don't want to get divorced.
Me neither, my love.
(heartwarming melody, violin and guitar)
(silence)
(knocking on door)
It's me, mom.
(Mother) Coming!
Hello, son.
Come on in.
How are you?
Good, good.
(Juan) That smells great.
Are you staying for dinner?
No,
I came looking for the
keys of the workshop.
The workshop?
Someting happened?
No,
No, I need to look for some stuff.
Okay, I'll get them.
Great.
(boiling sauce)
Son,
are you okay?
Yeah.
I'll make you a coffee.
No, that's okay.
Mate then.
No thanks, I'll come back later, okay?
I'll come back later.
Bye.
(trying to open wood door)
(slow and melancholic acoustic guitar
starts playing)
(footsteps)
(music gets more intense)
(opening and looking in cabinets)
(looking in cabinets, moving tools)
(looking in cabinets, moving tools)
(music fades)
(trying to open metallic door)
(door opens)
(heartwarming music starts playing)
(music intensifies and
blends with sea waves)
(music gets calmer and simpler)
(chord drop, music fades)
(sea waves)
(indistinguishable conversation)
(jazz music playing,
indistinguishable conversation)
Cheers to friendship.
And for our next trip!
Let's try to not lend any money.
A little joke!
You burned him.
Up,
down,
bottoms,
up!
(jazz music and indistinguishable
conversation continue)
Juan, is something wrong?
No, no.
I propose a toast!
(main theme starts playing)
(man screaming far away)
(impact)
(sea waves, soft wind)
(unsettling music)
Hello! Welcome!
Towels,
bath towels,
robes,
hair dryer,
comb, back comb,
Soaps!
Take it, Mr. C'mon.
Don't be shy.
Don't get cold.
I think the pink will look good.
(jingle)
No, sir...
That's not for sale.
It's personal.
(laughs)
(jingle)
Towels,
bath towels,
robes,
hair dryer,
comb, back comb,
Soaps!
Towels!
(unsettling in crescendo)
Motherfucker!
You had to be argento!
Here you have a desk,
a comfortable chair,
but no,
you had to choose
to stamp your face in the beach.
No, I didn't choose anything!
You always choose.
Nothing's accidental.
Had an argument with your wife,
takes a sleeping pill,
furthermore, complaints about
things not going well.
And on top of that,
ends up arguing
with some poor bastard
that's totally flat broke.
C'mon, man.
If you go to the front,
you gotta take the hit.
That damn necessity of pretending
to be more than you can...
No!
No!
No! No! No!
(heavenly but mysterious
music, dark synths)
(guitar melody joins)
(music becomes more intense)
(music goes down)
(music fades, crickets chirping)
(light turns off)
(Chucaro) You can go, buddy.
If anything, I'll let you know.
No!
No!
This can't be happening!
Relax, man.
What's all of this?!
All in good time.
It's a little confusing at first.
No one really understands what
they're doing here.
But believe me,
within time, you'll get used to it.
(crackling fire)
Sit, goddammit!
You're wasting my time.
(Juan sighs)
Cordoban?
Yeah.
The land of the 10.
Diego?
He's from Villa Fiorito.
Lomas de Zamora.
Really?
Ah, fuck.
I'd swear he was cordoban.
No wonder everyone looks at me funny
every time I say he was from my land.
It's fine. We still have
fernet and fantino.
What?
Fantino.
Red wine with orange soda.
Is he here?
Who, Diego?
No, he's gone.
This is a pass-through. Nobody stays long.
Some of them go back.
Others get to a higher level.
And others get born again.
Ah! By the way!
I have a nice offer for you.
For me?
Yeah.
Xiuying.
It means brave and beautiful.
Daughter of Tao Ming
and Fang Li.
Tomorrow labor begins.
Good family.
From Fuyian, or Fujian,
I don't really know how you say it.
Yeah?
You're telling me
that I'm going to be
reincarnated as a woman?
Yes.
What?
You have a problem with that?
No...
I don't know...
I don't know! I have no idea!
Think about it this way.
China is on the rise.
Third world power.
Anytime soon they'll beat Russia.
Also,
it's a very organized country,
stable,
good economy,
and on top of that,
they're the best ping pong players.
I don't play ping-pong!
I don't know about ping-pong!
There you go!
If you born in China,
you'll learn for sure.
And another thing,
Fuyian, or Fujian,
however you fucking pronounce it,
it's the province of China
with the largest number
of migrants to Argentina.
Maybe, you move there,
and end up living in Chinatown,
in Belgrano,
near where you used to live.
And what's the good part in that?
Well,
that maybe
you'll see people from your previous life.
I don't know.
You'll start to remember... like a dj vu.
So?
So, if you really miss it all,
at least
they're close.
(Juan-off) This can't be happening.
It's a dream.
That's it.
I'm dreaming.
None of this is real.
It can't be real.
And also this clown,
giving me cheap philosophy lectures.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
I'm El Chcaro.
Nice to meet you.
Although, I think you're not happy
about meeting me, am I right?
I used to have another name, but
over time,
I don't know.
You forget everything,
even your own name.
And I'm not a philosopher,
nor I pretend to be one.
I don't like clichs
either, but let's face it,
sometimes they come in handy.
Take it easy.
Tell me what you feel.
This can't be real.
I don't know.
Here we go again.
Tell me.
What do you need to convince yourself?
Like the General said,
the only truth is reality.
Aristoteles said that
two thousand years ago.
Well
if you're gonna question
everything I say...
Aren't you supposed to be
some supreme being?
A wise man.
That knows all the secrets in the universe.
And messed up in two already.
C'mon,
man.
So judgmental.
There's so many things to remember.
You start to forget.
This is supposed to be a place where
everything's perfect, right?
Heaven, the angels.
A celestial light.
I don't know. Feeling at peace.
Wel
that comes with time.
When it comes to heaven,
and that feeling of peace,
well, that
was a campaign we made for
the people to come more relaxed,
not shitting in their
pants, like they used to.
The thing is,
we went too far with the special FX
and well, you know how it is.
When you're in campaign you
make promises, and promises...
(guitar chord drop)
(guitar solo, fire crackling)
(clicks finger, music stops)
(birds chirping)
There's the sky.
See? You can relax, I have good intentions.
All right.
Let's get to what concerns us.
Take this. Choose one.
Right, if I choose the blue one,
I wake up in my bed thinking
all of this was a dream.
And if I choose the red one?
I'm stuck in here with all this matter,
not knowing where it will take me?
What are you saying!
They're chocolates.
So you can wash off
the flavour in your mouth.
I make you choose because
they're the only ones I got left.
Fuck, I was trying to be nice.
What?
What are you doing?
Come here, man! Don't be a pussy!
(percussion starts)
(guitar and percussion)
(soft wind)
Sunglasses!
Pareo!
Hats, sunscreen!
On offer!
I sell cheap!
Hello! How are you?
All good? What would you like?
Look.
I have sunscreen on sale,
with aloe Vera, it's great!
It's half the price!
(jingle, music of realization)
No, no!
Don't insist.
The cat's not for sale.
(jingle and music continue)
Sunglasses!
Hats, paroe, sunscreen!
(guitar and percussion begins again)
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
What are you doing here?
What are these people doing here?
What
What
What are they doing?
Adela!
Adela! Don't you remember me?
I'm Juan.
Susana's son.
We used to buy in your market all the time!
You gave us candy!
Candy!
Don't you remember?
Don't waste your time.
She won't recognize you.
(tension drop)
You don't belong to their story anymore.
As I said before,
Here nobody remembers your name.
We know her as The Dragonfly.
She spends her time looking
at the clouds and their shapes.
Like the coster!
We know him like The Hustle.
(Coster) Coffee! There's coffee!
There.
Speaking of the devil.
(tension drop)
(Coster, far away) Coffee! Coffee!
(Coster) Coffee! Coffee for sale!
Hot coffee!
But what does this queue mean?
What is this?
(Chucaro) This is for the vocational test.
What?
The vocational test.
Here, we guide them to choose the body
they want to reincarnate into.
Remember I told you
about the Xiuying woman?
Well,
she's taken.
You lost your chance.
Here those things don't last much.
They're in high demand.
I warned you, but you
didn't want to listen.
What are you doing?
Where are you going?!
You can get lost!
You'll get in pretty dark places!
I know what I'm talking about!
(percussion and guitar music begins)
(sea waves, music continues)
(music goes down)
(heavenly synth starts playing)
(the beat accelerates,
percussion starts again)
(music goes down)
(soft mysterious synth base)
(music in crescendo)
(bass drop)
(bass drop)
(bass drop)
(constant high note)
(bass drop)
(oniric and nostalgic
ambience, Juan's footsteps)
(Juan) Two croissants.
That's all.
That's all I wanted.
Two croissants, a large coffee.
With a dash of milk.
And the newspaper, that's it.
But no.
Now I can't have those little luxuries.
And not because I can't afford it.
No.
I can pay it and much more.
I could have breakfast every day
outside home, but no.
I have to wake up very
early in the morning,
to go to work like a dog.
From 8am to 20pm I
have to be in the company,
otherwise things don't work.
Now that I have the money to do things,
I can't do them, because I have to be
all day working, or at home.
Meanwhile, you
can be relaxed, in your home,
having breakfast at any time.
(melancholic soft music)
With no obligations.
No.
It's not like that, Juan.
No?
And how is it, Pipo? Tell me.
Maybe you have the formula
for happiness and I don't.
And I keep working like an idiot.
(jazzy percussion)
While you can drink mate and jerk off
with zero trouble in your mind.
Who told you I don't have problems?
Huh?
Why do you think I'm relaxed
in the morning, drinking mate?
Juan.
Why do you think I don't care about
paying you what I owe?
Because you'd be doing something, Pipo!
To get the money!
Where the fuck am I gonna get it?
Well, drinking mate and jerking
off won't get you anywhere!
You know how it is in this country!
Always the same story.
Every time you can get your head up
and you start to get lucky,
the game rules change, just like that,
and you know what I'm talking about, right?
Of course I know!
But is it my fault?
(Pipo) The taxi is for sale.
(Pipo) If it sells, I give you
back your money and that's it.
Don't mess with me, you told
me that a year ago.
What, do you think I'm lying?
I don't know if you're lying.
I don't know.
Maybe you're lying,
or maybe you put the price of
the car too high so it doesn't sell.
I don't know.
Are you kidding me?
(jazzy percussion)
Are you serious, Juan?
Look at me.
(music stops)
I'm Pipo.
I'm your friend. Since always.
You really think that if I had the money,
I wouldn't give it back to you?
(Juan) No, I don't know what you would do.
(Juan) And you know what?
I damn the fucking day I lent you the money
to buy that shitty car.
It doesn't matter, Pipo.
Money and friendship don't mix, Pipo.
(Pipo) Yeah.
That's true.
And necessity with patience,
doesn't mix either, right?
I didn't have patience?
Yeah.
Patience, yes.
But now the necessity beated you, Juan.
And that
doesn't understand about friendship.
(tension drop)
(sound goes down)
(constant high note)
(tension drop)
(constant high note)
(tension drop)
(note in crescendo)
(crowd screaming, honking)
(Pipo) Who kicks?
(Juan) Montiel, dude.
(Pipo) Montiel?
(Marian) Fuck me!
What do you know?
Shut up!
Shut up you two.
(indistinguishable
conversation and narrator)
That started playing in vacant lots,
in the hood, the street, the sidewalk!
In their town, in the square,
and that's Montiel.
We are all Montiel.
Montiel to the goal!
GOOOOOAL!
Argentina! World Champion!
Argentina! World Champion!
We're all Montiel!
In that pasture illusion!
In the argentinian floor!
Of Maradona,
FUCK YES!
(they celebrate and cry)
(Narrator) Eternal tears!
That's it! It's over!
Argentina!
Is the new world champion!
(constant high note)
(bass drop)
(high note continues)
(bass drop)
(woman voice) No, Juan. You're here
and also you're not.
(Juan) What are you saying, Marian?
(Juan) What do you mean I'm not here?
Last night when the guys came for dinner,
your head was somewhere else.
You got up twentie
times to talk on the phone.
(Juan) Three times.
And it was important.
(Marian) It's always important.
You didn't spend time with Nadia.
What do you mean?
The kid gave me her drawing.
After that we sat on the couch...
(Marian) The drawing, what was it?
(Juan) What?
(Marian) The drawing, how was it?
(tension drop)
Are you taking a test?
Juan, please!
We've been together for 30 years,
I know every single of your details.
And you're lying.
I'm not lying!
Please, I would never
with my granddaughter!
You're lying, Juan!
You don't remember the drawing,
because you didn't pay attention to it.
(Juan) Fine, I won't argue
anymore. I have a lot to do.
(Marian) Wonderful, once
again scape, like always!
I know very well what I
feel for my granddaughter.
And it hurts and annoys
me that you question
how I feel about her.
All right?
Juan,
I don't question who you are,
nor what you feel for her.
Neither how you feel about our daughter
or how you treat her.
What I'm saying is, Juan
is that your head's in other place.
You're here, but you're not.
You're like an entity.
A hologram.
At the top of the head.
And you can tell, big time,
that his head is somewhere else.
Okay.
I'm here.
What do you wanna talk about?
About us.
You.
Me.
(Marian) I don't know who you are anymore.
I'm having trouble in the business.
Everything is really hard nowadays.
What do you mean?
(Marian) There's always something.
(Marian) First, the crisis of 2017,
(Marian) the devaluation,
(Marian) then the
pandemic, the inflation...
(Marian) There's always an excuse, Juan.
It's not an excuse, it's reality.
It's a reality where we both live in.
I didn't get on this boat by myself,
both of us did it. Together.
I don't understand you.
I don't understand what you're saying.
What is it that you don't understand?
You don't look at me like you used to.
Tell me, when was the
last time you asked me out?
The other day we had dinner at gallego's.
We go there all the time.
What I'm saying is
a romantic date.
Maybe dancing, listen to music.
(Marian) I want to go to a motel.
(Marian) I want you to take me
and fuck me in the car like we used to
when we were dating.
When we were dating we were irresponsible,
we didn't realize it was dangerous.
What do you mean?
We didn't mind doing it in the car,
in Palermo's woods.
Why don't you go now?
Go.
Go with a sign saying.
Come! I'm here! Come rob me!
See?
That's what I miss about you.
Irresponsability?
Craziness, being
desperate to take me to bed.
I really miss it.
A lot.
Are you seeing someone?
Yes.
(Marian) My therapist.
(Juan laughs)
(Juan) He's putting a lot of
shit in your head. Of course.
He's making me see reality.
What reality?! What reality?!
The only reality is that
this is a shitty country
and we'll never get out of here.
I fucking swear
We convinced Cami to stay here.
For what?
If she'd left, she'd be ten times better.
Juan, no. Maybe in the
economic side you're right,
but she'd still be a sudaka
in every corner of the world.
(Juan) Don't exaggerate.
(Marian) You know I'm right.
You know what?
We'd have to settle for
seeing her once a year,
luckily.
And our granddaughter, Juan.
(Marian) Our granddaughter
would be a total stranger.
(Marian) Talking another language.
(Marian) And living a
reality far away from us.
Us.
What a beautiful word, right?
And it's so hard keeping it afloat.
(Juan) What happened to us?
What happens to 99% of the couples.
After 30 years of relationship.
(Marian) Nothing.
(tension drop)
I though we were the 1%, you know?
(high note begins)
(it combines with dramatic music)
(tension drop)
(music becomes more
electronic and experimental)
(Nadia) Granddad promised me he'd come.
(Camila) Yeah, but he can't make it.
(music becomes unsettling, woman humming)
(tension drop)
(music gets calmer, with a piano melody)
And where did he go?
It's
a place...
He won't come, Nadia.
Sometimes, things we don't want to happen,
happen anyways.
(Camila) That's it.
(Camila) He's not gonna
be in your first day of school.
But don't worry.
I'll record everything with my cellphone
so he can see it later, okay?
We're almost done.
There you go.
Beautiful.
Now go hurry your dad,
tell him to get the car, that we're ready.
Go.
(dramatic music gets more intense)
(music in crescendo)
(music fades into a calmer melody)
(high note begins)
(the ambience gets thicker)
(jingle getting closer)
Hello, how are you sir?
Are you coming down for breakfast
or do you prefer room service?
Well,
I'll leave you a flyer.
From the area.
Maybe you wanna make the best of your time
and explore around.
(The Hustle leaves humming)
THE MEMORIES SHED
Where nothing get lost.
(acoustic guitar starts playing,
a violin joins)
(music continues)
(music gets more intense)
(music gets calmer)
(Chucaro) Welcome to The Memories Shed.
(music fades away)
Here they end,
those forgotten objects,
those we left behind when we grow up.
Like those presents.
Small,
almost non existent,
and that end up in files,
or old boxes.
To finally be forgotten.
(Juan sighs)
(Nadia) Look the drawing I made you, pop.
(Juan) It's beautiful.
(Juan) who are they?
(Nadia) Pop! It's you and me.
(Juan) You made me too old.
(Chucaro) Did you play
with this train as a kid?
(Juan) Yes, of course.
(Juan) Actually,
(Juan) I watched my neighbour play.
I remember, when I was a kid
things weren't good at
home, we didn't have money.
My dad had a workshop and used to fix
everything.
He opened really early in the
morning, and closed late at night.
If he had any work.
Actually, he didn't get many.
So in the morning, he
took his bike,
some flyers,
and went riding
to promote his work.
My mother was a housewife.
So,
the only money that came in the house
was his earnings.
And it wasn't enough.
I remember that
every year for Epiphany,
we went to the main street
where all the toy stores were.
And they got the toys out in the street.
I loved looking at them.
I loved it, because I could
almost reach them with my hand.
There was one that I liked the most.
The train.
Like the one the dressmaker's
son had... Francisco?
How was it?
It doesn't matter.
They invited me to play
and I'd go every time.
My mom forced some
invitation so I could go.
And he got it there, on the table.
It was shining.
He took care of it.
It had all the pieces,
It had all the pieces,
The barriers, the stations, the bridges.
But I could only watch.
The fucker didn't let me touch it.
One day, that train would be mine.
But that day never come.
What can you do.
My kite!
You remember about that?
How could I not remember!
We went to fly it to the beach with my dad.
He made it!
No!
He was more excited than me.
He gave it to me on one of my birthdays.
I think I was six or seven.
We went to fly it the
same day of my birthday.
He used to say it wasn't the best day,
because of the wind.
But we went anyway.
So, it happened what was meant to be.
A gust of wind took it away.
Gave two tail whipping,
and boom, it got into the ocean.
And I couldn't hold on and I ran out to sea.
He yelled at me not to get in the water,
how could I?
It was the best thing that
ever happened in my life.
It made me forget about the train my
asshole neighbour had.
I chugged so much water.
I couldn't reach the bottom with my feet.
The water kept pushing me away.
I was so scared.
I never felt so scared in my life.
I kept chugging water,
there was no way out, until...
I feel my dad's hands taking me
and pulling me out of the water.
I never felt so scared in my life.
It really did shake me.
What a scold.
And what a slap I got.
The only time my dad raised his hand at me.
And the kite?
What happened?
Nothing. The kite fell into the water,
he scaped and got in the water to get it.
Why would you do that?!
Where are you going?!
Go get under the water now! Go shower!
Imagine if I didn't get him.
Don't say that, please!
(sighs)
(sighs)
(deep breathing)
What else do you
remember about your father?
How does it end, the kite's story?
A few days later, he fixed it.
He changed the paper.
And some of the rods that were broken.
And I thought of flying
it again, in the beach.
But no, I didn't wana go.
I still remembered
the way he sreamed at
me, the slap he gave me...
I wanted nothing more to do with the kite.
After a while, he passed away.
Fuck.
We never had the chance
to talk about that day.
I can tell you this, I will never
forget the salty savour in my mouth.
For a long time, I felt it there.
To this day, I think.
(Chucaro) Take it.
(Chucaro) Take it, it's the last one I got.
C'mon, man.
So you can wash off
that flavour your mouth.
Thank you.
Can I ask you a personal question?
A little bit private.
(Juan) Yeah, sure.
What does it taste like?
(Juan) Why? Didn't you eat the other ones?
Right, yes, but...
The thing is I can't taste them anymore,
nor I remember very well
what they taste like.
Here, everything is a little bit different.
There's no pain or suffering,
you don't buy, you don't sell.
But
with time, you loose sensations,
flavours,
smells.
(Chucaro) That's why
every time someone pass by,
And you feel it in your mouth.
And also in your body.
Short breathings,
touching the lips,
the bumping of a heart
escaping through the throat.
The joy of a soul
that merges into a shared breath.
Where you stop being one and become us.
But
with time, those things get forgotten.
And not only the feeling.
Also where and when.
Finally you end up not
remembering if that kiss was at a park,
sitting in a couch,
or behind some door.
And you're left with the
memory of a memory,
that some time that moment had.
That's about it, my friend.
Things are a little different here
there is no pain
no suffering, no sadness
no one knows if tears are sweet or salty
but those little details
and those little mundane life pleasures
are lost forever.
In an infinite heaven of peace and harmony.
That's why every time someone gets here,
I ask them to tell me with every detail
some of those feelings,
and I write them down here. Right here.
(Chucaro) See? Here.
(Chucaro) In this notebook.
Here.
Look.
I have everything documented
here, so I don't forget anything.
Jasmines scent.
Rain drop on the cheek.
Goal scream on the court.
Smell of warm bread.
Shines shaking the trees.
Choripan with chimichurri?
Yes! From Cordoba!
Best in the world, no doubts.
What are you thinking about?
In my friend Pipo.
I lent him some money
and I know he can't return it.
He's broke.
He has been always broke.
I didn't have better idea that
lending him the money to buy a taxi.
And things didn't work out.
Now with these new apps for rides,
and he could not recover.
At a time, I was.
I had issues with the bank, money problems.
I needed money.
I was desperate.
I went home.
And I went looking for him.
And I treated him bad.
Really bad.
(Chucaro) Do you feel guilty?
And shame.
Shame?
Yes, shame.
I took advantage of his condition.
His distress, his weakness.
It was a horrible moment.
Awful.
I've known him since
forever, he's like my brother.
However, in that moment
I chose the worst words,
to hurt him, to make him feel bad.
We used to hang out
in a choripan stand, it was
half a block from his house.
And we ordered
choripanes, some wine.
And we talked.
About life.
We had those talks
and those moments where maybe
nothing's really going on,
but we felt alive.
We talked about what we
never did, what we wanted to do...
About dreams.
In that matter, Pipo
always was ahead of me.
When he dreamed and talked to me about
what he wanted to do,
his eyes were filled with joy, and hope.
He had such enthusiasm.
I felt him like
like it was real.
Anybody walking by and hearing us
would've think this guys really knows.
He lived it in such a way.
His enthusiasm was contagious.
That time, I was a bit
tired of his craziness
and his projects.
Unreachable, all of them. And I told him.
Instead of draming so much,
why don't you look for a job?
He took a moment
he looked at me and said
because I don't know if
I can achieve any of this,
but what I do know is
in the moment I'm draming it,
I feel good.
No offense, but the choripans of that stand
are the best I tried in my life.
With chimichurri?
(Juan) The best.
Garlic, parsley,
ground chili,
and?
Oregano.
Mmmm.
Salt.
Oil.
And vinegar, of?
Wine. Of course.
What I would do to taste that again!
What is this place?
I already told you.
This is a transit point.
That I humbly named as.
Bardogento?
Yes.
What do you think?
First I thought.
Bardo Argentino.
And later on, Bardo Argento.
And finally,
Bardoento stuck.
It's good, right?
Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe.
Why argento?
Only Argentines come here?
The thing is Argentines
are a different race,
that's why they made this
place and put me in charge.
Every time an Argentine passed,
they couldn't possibly understand him.
Otherwise, I refer to the evidence.
Csar Milstein. Nobel Prize.
Creator of the technique for
generating monoclonal antibodies.
I don't know what the fuck that is,
but it must be important.
The thing is that he
could've made a lot of money.
But no.
He considered it had to be
a universal heritage of humanity.
Federico Leloir,
Saavedra Lamas.
Bernardo Houssay,
Olmedo,
Borges,
Mercedes Sosa.
Rene Favaloro.
We have the four climates
and the best meat in the world.
We're resilient.
Nice.
We go in.
We can fix almost anything.
A little bit scammers, but good people.
We know more about economics and politics
than any graduated from Harvard.
And yet, we're stil screwed.
That's why nobody understand us.
That's true.
If you give me the choice,
I choose my country all over again,
Argentina.
My neighbourhood, my home.
My place.
All the same.
You want to go back, right?
I have some pending issues.
Okay, fine.
Go.
I'll deal with the paperwork.
One thing,
If someone asks you anything,
you don't speak, all right?
Don't worry! This is
something between you and me.
Don't worry.
In Spanish, master!
One more thing.
Pure pork or mix?
Mix.
It's the one I like the most.
The true Argentine chorizo.
The pork one is gentle,
but that makes them more compact,
and to me, that's more a German sausage
than an Argentine chorizo.
I like to take a bite and
feel how it melts, you know
the greasy part...
Okay, go.
One last thing!
Enjoy more what you have,
don't complain so much
about what you don't have.
Yeah?
Hello!
Would you like to take a souvenir?
Little angels, stars
a keychain?
A harp!
No, I don't want anything.
No, I don't need anything.
What about that Led Zeppelin cd?
What's doing there?
You know,
Stairway to heaven.
(beeping noise - vital signs)
(beeping noise continues)
(grunts)
Hey, Juan.
What are you doing?
Take it easy, where are you going?
Lay down, just relax.
I'm fine.
I'm fine, Pipo.
What do you mean you're fine?
Listen. You had a heart attack.
So I'm gonna ask you to relax, lay down.
I'm fine, really.
What I need is get out of here.
I have stuff to do.
Stuff? What stuff you wanna do?
I need stuff
like going to the parrilla.
There you go.
Gather the boys,
and we'll meet there tonight, okay?
No, you're crazy,
or maybe the medication they
gave you burned your brain.
Don't worry, okay?
My clothes. Get my clothes.
What clothes? You're not going anywhere.
Just stay here.
Nurse!
Sshh! Stop!
Don't call the narcs on us! Stop it!
I swear I'm fine, really!
I promise I'll take care of myself.
I want to be with you guys.
I'm sorry, Pipo. The other
day I treated you really bad.
I'm an animal, I'm sorry.
No,
I'm sorry.
Because, actually,
I owe you that money
and I'm still with this issue
since don't know when...
You're right.
No, forget about it.
How could I forget about it?
Because of that we almost...
We almost lost you, Juan.
Listen.
It's done.
It's solved.
I'll ask for the money to my father in law,
and in the minute he gives
it to me, I'll hand it to you.
And we'll end with this thing.
Are you crazy or stupid?
No, it's done. It's a promise.
And I'll keep it.
A promise?
Yes, Juan.
I promised that if you survived
this, I would pay you every cent.
And I'll do it.
You're nuts.
You're taking the money
from your father in law
and then you won't be able to return it!
Your wife will be pissed
straight to divorce.
Pipo.
It's better to rip off a friend,
and not getting divorced.
It's way more expensive.
Juan.
I wasn't trying to rip you off.
I'm messing with you.
(Juan sighs)
Juan, what are you doing up?
All right, I don't know how
good that will be for his heart.
Well, maybe it will.
Maybe it is good.
Maybe it is good.
Sweetheart. I don't want to get divorced.
Me neither, my love.
(heartwarming melody, violin and guitar)
(silence)
(knocking on door)
It's me, mom.
(Mother) Coming!
Hello, son.
Come on in.
How are you?
Good, good.
(Juan) That smells great.
Are you staying for dinner?
No,
I came looking for the
keys of the workshop.
The workshop?
Someting happened?
No,
No, I need to look for some stuff.
Okay, I'll get them.
Great.
(boiling sauce)
Son,
are you okay?
Yeah.
I'll make you a coffee.
No, that's okay.
Mate then.
No thanks, I'll come back later, okay?
I'll come back later.
Bye.
(trying to open wood door)
(slow and melancholic acoustic guitar
starts playing)
(footsteps)
(music gets more intense)
(opening and looking in cabinets)
(looking in cabinets, moving tools)
(looking in cabinets, moving tools)
(music fades)
(trying to open metallic door)
(door opens)
(heartwarming music starts playing)
(music intensifies and
blends with sea waves)
(music gets calmer and simpler)
(chord drop, music fades)
(sea waves)
(indistinguishable conversation)
(jazz music playing,
indistinguishable conversation)
Cheers to friendship.
And for our next trip!
Let's try to not lend any money.
A little joke!
You burned him.
Up,
down,
bottoms,
up!
(jazz music and indistinguishable
conversation continue)
Juan, is something wrong?
No, no.
I propose a toast!
(main theme starts playing)