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Obsessive neurosis is like poetry.

It leads you to believe everything follows a path,

a trail of breadcrumbs,

colorful feathers,

that lead you from a person to a place, and then to you, always to you.

-It's for me. -Maybe it's for me.

-I told you it's for me! -Hey, girls.

Stop it, Debi.

-Get out. -Come on.

I said get out!

-Who is it? -Couldn't you at least say "hi"?

Hi, Juani.

My sisters are unbearable.

She's pissed off 'cause this boy won't call her.

You're waiting by the phone? Is that why you didn't come?

God damn it, Mijal.

-Don't swear. -Shut up.

-Mom! -I think so, too...

I'm gonna kill you! Stop messing with me!

Leave me alone.

You always interrupt my calls.

What's going on? Enough.

-But Mom! -Tamara, to your room. Stop fighting.

You, too, Mijal. That's enough. Go.

He was going to call me, but he forgot.

He looked the other way or the TV distracted him.

I don't know why he did it, but I know it leads to a nuclear disaster.

A disaster within me that would end up affecting everyone.

Like the baby that died at AMIA because his mom held him

while she walked down the sidewalk.

THE END OF LOVE

Did you find any sugar here?

I always carry packets. I get them from bars.

Tam. Tam! Are you here to have breakfast or to text?

She's waiting for that guy from AMIA to text her.

Fabulous, Norma. Fabulous.

We'll have another session next week.

-Enjoy. -Thank you, sir.

-I'll see you out. -Thank you.

Please close the door.

Well, how typical of Tucumán. Empanadas with sugar.

We came to see your daughter. You're monopolizing her.

Yes, but I pay her.

What's with that patient?

Dude, you can't ask that.

Psychologists can talk. They just change the names.

Exactly, just like Freud.

Well, let's suppose this patient's name is Alberto...

That really is his name.

Okay, let's call him Roberto.

He's an obsessive neurotic, pretty run-of-the-mill.

Not much to analyze.

No, he's quite stable.

He's just having trouble dealing with being single.

Like everyone our age.

-Of course. -Sure.

Tami, you could write something.

About being single in your 50s and 60s.

Why don't you go out with my mom?

Become friends. Guys come and go.

-They come and go. -They come and go.

Look, there's the expert in men,

obsessed with a guy she doesn't even know. Little messages...

It's Poli, dude.

What a surprise.

Should I put you down for the event at Ciudad Vanguarda?

Marilina's performing.

Yes. Tell him we're in.

She's gonna say no, in case something comes up at AMIA.

-With whom? -Nobody. I'm off to therapy, girls.

-A guy? -A guy. Yes, a man.

-Bye, bye, bye. -Bye.

-Bye, honey. -Bye.

I'm also leaving. I gotta...

-Bye. -I gotta teach a new intern.

She's really lost.

Bye, honey.

Bye.

No, Mom. I'm still eating that.

-Hello. -Hi, what's up?

I brought my own coffee so that, if I steal your job,

you can't accuse me of stealing your coffee pods.

-What? -A terrible joke. Sorry.

And with the mass layoffs in tech, it's even worse.

It's fine.

What's that ball for?

In case I get frustrated while you train me.

I can chuck it at you.

-Did they say six hours? -Yes.

We can do four if you want.

I'm a very fast learner.

I can tell you're also pretty fast, right?

Should we start?

Sure. Get comfortable.

Yeah.

I'm happy that they're going to a normal country.

I couldn't be happier.

But it can also be very, very lonely.

Yes, well, lonely...

You can be lonely anywhere.

I guess so.

Moti, I wanted to thank you

for what you did at my father's funeral.

I'm going to make a donation...

-No. -Yes. I must.

I'm going to make a donation...

Come in, Rafael.

Excuse me.

Rafael, Ruthie. Ruthie, Rafael.

-Nice to meet you. -A pleasure.

-Rafael's been a widower for... -Ten years.

Ten years.

You probably remember his wife because...

-Silvina Klein. -Her maiden name.

She went to our school.

-One year younger. -Oh, yes.

I thought it was a good moment for you two

to meet.

I forgot about...

I have to... Rafael, can you excuse us for a second?

I'm already... Thank you, Rafael.

Thank you.

Did you bring me here for this?

Ruthie, I care about you,

and I think it's time you rebuilt your life.

But my life is fine.

You know what I mean.

What life would I have with a religious man?

-You know that I no longer... -Stop.

Tonight, there's a gathering for people over 50.

-All Jewish. -No!

-I have a flyer around here. -No, forget it.

I appreciate it, Moti, from the bottom of my heart.

-Wait, wait. -Thank you. No...

-Here... -It's the last thing I need,

a singles' event.

No, thank you.

Thank you so much, really.

-Think it over. -No need.

SHARE YOUR LIFE SINGLES - YIDDISH NIGHT 9 PM

Rafael! Bye.

THIS IS NOT A BIRD

Can you believe Gustavo texted me and now he's ghosting me?

Does he get a kick out of making me wait?

Which Gustavo? AMIA?

Forget about AMIA. Girls, remember we're invited to Poli's event.

Lau, how'd it go with the new intern?

Juani, before I forget, I told my mom to invite your mom to dinner.

So you can catch a break.

Well, you got up so considerate today. AMIA warms your heart.

Okay, Mateo. See you next week.

All right, Doctor. Thank you.

-Don't mention it. -Hello.

-Hello. -How are you? Everything all right?

So far so good.

See you later, Doctor.

-But... -You already told me that.

Yes, but it's important to get back to the point.

Here's the issue, 'cause I don't know what to do.

-Do I need confirmation? -Do you think about this a lot?

-About what? -"He said, I said."

-"He texts me, he doesn't text me." -Yeah.

It is what it is, right? It's stupid, but I have to get through it.

Well, if you think it's stupid...

What I'm trying to say is that you like him, you're interested.

Yes, I like him. I'm interested.

I mean that what you like or what interests you

is the story.

Yes, I like the story, I like writing, talking,

making up scenarios in my mind. What's wrong with that?

No, there's nothing wrong. I just want to discuss this.

I think that what you like about love is the story.

What should I like, then?

I don't know.

There's lots more aside from the love scene.

See? You're saying "scene."

No, I'm talking in a psychoanalytic way. You know exactly what I mean.

Look, there are emotions, agreements, things to give, things to receive.

There are thousands of things you can think about and analyze.

Are you saying I'm only interested in fiction and not the truth?

I didn't say anything about the truth

or fiction.

You could get a secretary, right?

For the appointments, all that.

I like it this way.

-Did he text? -Who?

-Gustavo. -No, it's from work.

Okay.

So...

Bye.

Same time next week.

-No, I can't. -Then tell me when.

Tamara!

-I'll let you know. -Okay.

-Careful. -What?

Going down the stairs, I mean. With your phone.

Can I get some of this?

-Quince? -Yes, of course.

If it has cheese, it can have quince, right?

It's the basic principle of dessert.

-If it has cheese... -It should have quince.

Yeah.

I have some mustard packets in my backpack. We can use them.

What? Did you steal them from bars?

No, I don't steal them.

They're included in the service.

That's exactly what I mean.

-That's why it's all on the table. -Yes, but they say I'm cheap.

-Hey... -Hello.

-Hi. -How are you?

How are you?

-She's... -The intern.

-Yeah. -This is Azul.

Her name's Azul. Tamara, my roommate.

-Want a bruschetta? -No, thanks. I'll leave you two alone.

Hey, what time are we going to the festival?

I'm not going.

AMIA confirmed, so you're ditching us.

-No. -Oh, no?

No. I've got a ton of stuff to do, I have to write.

I have a ton of papers to grade.

Basically, catch up on what I can't do while I'm at events and presentations.

It might sound like they pay, Azul, but they don't.

Yeah, but Juana was dying to go.

Then go, Laura. What am I? Your legal guardian?

You got an extra ticket.

Legal guardian?

You wanna come?

-Yeah, sure. -Yeah?

Totally.

-What? Are you crazy? -No.

-Hey. -Hi.

-Where's Tamara? -She's not coming.

She flaked 'cause she has to write, but Azul is here.

She's my new coworker.

-We brought you a beer. -Okay.

-For you. -Thanks.

-Did you get the tickets? -No.

-I'll chuck this. -Should we get them?

Yeah.

Hey, how come you brought your new intern?

You've got no idea what she's like.

She's the best thing to happen in years.

-I'll tell you later. -Hi.

-Hello. -Hello.

You can't bring drinks in.

-Do you have the guest list? -Yes.

-Let's see. -We're under "Tamara Tenenbaum."

Yes, Tamara plus two.

-Yes. -And Tamara?

That's me. How are you?

Tamara.

-That's her. -You're not Tamara Tenenbaum.

-What? -The invitations are for her

and her companions.

-Yeah. -Everyone knows Tamara Tenenbaum.

Tamara's parking. She told us to go in.

You'll have to wait for her.

Well, what about without the bracelet? Can we pay for the tickets?

No. The event is invitation only.

-Oh, damn. -Come on.

Could you move aside in the meantime?

-So people can come in. -We have to move.

-All right. -Thank you.

I don't mind being snubbed at these events.

Yeah, we're better off not mixing with these jerks.

Hey!

-Come on, up here. -Fucking A.

-A friend of yours? -A friend of Tamara's.

-Why aren't they in? -They're Tamara's friends.

Yes, I know they're Tamara's friends. Hi, honey.

-Hi. Give them pink bracelets, please. -Hi.

All-access entry. This way, please.

-Welcome! -Now we're welcome?

If they don't get in, Tamara will never come to another event.

-Okay, come on in. -Come in.

-Welcome. I got these pills... -Enjoy.

-Yeah? -They'll make you go cross-eyed.

Hello.

-Oh, hello. -How are you?

-How are you? -Fine. You?

Fine. Did I get the wrong address or...

No, no.

-It's here? -Yes.

At least no one will know me here.

Are you ashamed of being seen in bowling shoes or with me?

With you on what terms?

I don't know. On what terms might that be?

Miserable orphans?

Come again?

My sisters and I call ourselves that.

We call ourselves "miserable orphans."

-A joke. -Yes, of course. I like it.

What other option is there?

Other option?

I asked you if you were ashamed of being seen with me,

and you said it depends on the terms.

If it's not as miserable orphans, what terms are we on?

Well, it's like a date from an '80s movie, right?

What'll we do next? Rollerskating?

So we define this as a date.

No, I didn't say that. There are many kinds of dates.

You can see your doctor and that's not a romantic date.

No, no, I know. In fact, I'm surprised you mentioned a romantic date.

But since you brought it up...

What would be the necessary and sufficient conditions

for this to qualify as a romantic date?

I like your logical vocabulary.

No, I don't know. I don't think there are necessary and sufficient conditions

to prove something's a romantic date.

Well, maybe everything's a romantic date until proven otherwise, right?

Want to go first or should I?

-Not needed. -Really? But you're gonna lose.

I don't think so.

Okay.

Stairs at this event, a terrible idea.

Yeah.

I can't believe we're going to a Jewish singles event.

Me neither.

The good thing is that we won't run into anyone we know.

Yes, and if we do, we're all making fools of ourselves.

So no one will say anything.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hello. -How are you?

-How are you? -Shalom.

You must be Moti the rabbi's friends.

-Yes. -Yes, me.

Okay, please give me that.

I'll tell you how it works.

You'll see some name tags over there,

so stick one here with your first and last name.

And write, I don't know, what you like about yourself.

For example, "kindergarten teacher," or "manicurist," or "mom."

Okay? Go on. I'll take care of this.

-Bye. -Mazel tov.

"Mom"? "Mom"? She wants me to write "mom"?

My daughter's practically retired.

I won't write "mom" as if she were a baby.

-Give me a card. -Here.

Here, write.

Blue or...

-I can't believe this. Any color. -Here.

What should I write? "Widow"? My ID number?

-Not your ID, because of your age. -No.

Tell me a Jewish last name.

What for?

"Norma Fernández Deira." No one would talk to me.

You're right.

What do you prefer? Moishe or Kotur?

No idea. Which ones more elegant?

-Over here... Moishe. -Then I'll write "Moishe."

-"Moishe" isn't a last name. -Then I'll write "Kotur."

Incredible.

Should I help you get a ball or is that one fine?

This is what I don't like about dates with activities.

One person ends up being great at the activity

and the other person sucks.

I guess I suck today.

This is a date. We don't have to compete.

I want to win, Gustavo.

Me, too, Tamara.

Me, too, yeah?

That's why I brought you here.

If I'm seeing an accomplished author, I won't take her to the library.

I prefer being here so I can feel more confident

and talk about my stuff.

What stuff?

Besides the coincidences we already know.

-Well... -Careful.

Yes.

NAME - GUS TAM

Who wants to go on a trip?

-Me. -A little bit here.

-I want a pill. -Careful. They're strong.

-Yeah? -Swallow it with something!

Here. Share this one. Be right back.

Take it easy!

Tam, this is just starting.

So you can drop by when you're done.

A balloon. A balloon over here. Come.

-What are you doing? -A balloon, so I can find you.

-Come on. -Are we in kindergarten?

We're not in kindergarten. I'm showing you I care.

I'm not tying a weight to you, okay?

All right.

-Girls, this is bad. -Why? What happened.

I don't know. Always the same shit.

What's with you? Already tripping?

Don't tell me you're a flogger now.

-Can you give me a pill or something? -Poli has some.

Didn't he give you some?

Yeah, but we took them.

Why don't you dance a little?

-I am. -Good.

Go, go, that's it. Yes.

Yeah!

I don't know. I was a stupid kid back then and I didn't know how to mourn.

So first I disappeared, then I got involved in the activities,

in the parties.

I felt people looked at me strange, with pity.

So, I don't know, I traveled. I backpacked.

When I came back, I got involved. I don't know why.

So you're a good victim.

Not really, no.

I'm not heavily involved in the cause.

I took part in the compensation lawsuit.

-Did you get any money? -Very little, but...

My mother worked at AMIA,

so we were able to file a labor lawsuit.

I understand your dad didn't.

-No. -So you didn't get anything.

-Nothing. -What a shame.

My mom's been fighting for damages since forever,

but it's a ridiculous idea they put in her head. It won't lead to anything.

But... How old are you?

I mean, maybe you don't realize, but when you talk about this,

you get this cynical teenager tone.

-I'm no cynical teenager. -Yes. Look at yourself.

-Not at all. -You see?

I don't remember it. What tragedy should I make up?

Even if you don't remember, the tragedy still exists.

I mean, it's collective memory.

Not everything revolves around your or my personal memory.

Your mom suffered a lot.

Don't you think it's fair for her to receive compensation for the effort?

Hey!

-Come on! -No. Sorry. I grabbed you.

-No, forgive me for grabbing you. -No, I grabbed you.

Sorry. I thought I'd lose you.

-All good? -Yes, yes.

Did I overstep?

Okay, here we go.

Laying down the vibes with the slow jams, my favorite kind of music!

Yes, yes. I received a Jewish education, but abroad.

I remember, but in another language.

-What language? -In Portuguese.

Do you speak Portuguese?

Oh, I do. And do you speak Portuguese?

-I do, very well. -You speak very well.

Yes. When Javier died, I had to raise three kids on my own.

Luckily, I had a profession, although I didn't have my practice yet.

But...

-I'm depressing you, aren't I? -No.

Well, a bit.

Sorry. I just can't believe you don't know my story.

I thought everyone in the community knew.

-I'm Tamara Tenenbaum's mother. -Oh... Yes.

-Know her? -No.

Excuse me. I have to take this.

Excuse me.

-Hello. -Ruth, are you busy?

No, no. What is it?

I'm just having dinner with friends,

-nothing important. -What is it?

-I have news on your case. -Just a minute.

My lawyer. There's news on the lawsuit.

-Oh, my God! -Don't do that!

Yes, tell me. Tell me.

That's a house in a gated community, nothing special.

I kept the model because lately we don't make many.

It's unbelievable, huh?

People with infinite money who decide to live in a neighborhood

with identical houses, identical lives.

Is your house special?

No, I live in a shitty apartment,

but I'm renting. I don't have infinite money.

My money's finite, which is different.

I just want to let you know...

I got up really early, I'm tired

and I also have an early morning tomorrow.

I'm not in the mood for sex.

I wanted to tell you so you wouldn't feel rejected.

So...

Are you upset?

You shouldn't do anything you don't want, but, yeah, it bugs me a little.

Well, it's time you learned not everything is about what you want.

We men must learn that the hard way.

I never learned that. I do what I want when I want.

Then this will be a very special first time.

-First time? -Yes, the first of many.

-Many. -Look, I have a proposition for you.

I know what you'll say.

-I know what you'll say. -You're so sure.

-Know what I'll say? -Yes.

Okay, what?

I'll tell you... Write it down first.

-I'll say it and we'll check. -I'm not writing it.

-We'll say it at the same time. -I won't write it down.

If you say what I'm thinking, I'll be honest and tell you.

You were gonna suggest we sleep together without having sex.

No.

No?

Yes!

-What was it? -Exactly that.

No, no, no.

No, I mean, did Tamara send you this photo?

AMIA set up a vintage date for her.

-Now? -Yes.

Tamara didn't come because she's on a date with AMIA?

Quit bitching, dude. AMIA is cool.

What's up? Looking for Lau?

That balloon. See how the balloon system works?

-Thanks. -Text her.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

-Lau. -What?

Come with me to the bathroom.

-Now? -Yes.

-Okay. -And your balloon?

No, it's gone.

-Excuse me. -But you'll get lost!

-No. -Be right back.

Did Tamara tell you she had a date with AMIA?

She told me she had to write, but she clearly had a date with AMIA.

Why'd she have to lie to us?

Maybe it came up at the last moment. You know she'll ditch you for a guy.

Okay, but she sent pics to Poli and not to us.

You gonna pee or not? We left Azu alone.

Oh, Azu. Since when is the new intern "Azu"?

What's this attitude?

-You're not jealous. -Give me some space, please,

-so I can pee. -Okay, pee.

Plus, we were never like that.

We've never kept things from each other.

It's too bad we're losing our trust.

I can't hide anything. It's written all over my face.

Did you see that girl? God sent her to me!

I can't believe it.

Since when do you believe in God?

Since that angel stepped into my home.

No, I'm livid...

-Why are you livid, babe? -"Babe" my ass.

Don't call me "babe."

-You and your new idiot make me livid. -Me?

And AMIA with Tamara.

And everyone... And Poli with his friends and...

"Hey, let's take pills, hold this balloon..."

Oh, please! I'm gonna go berserk!

-All right. -I'm serious.

That's why I love you.

-You love me how? -I just love you.

Don't you want to check it?

It might be an emergency.

Girls, listen closely to what I'm about to say.

Our case went to the Supreme Court.

Our lawyer says there's no way they won't rule in our favor.

Seems to be just a matter of days now.

Girls! You're gonna be rich! Mazel tov!

Is that how you say it? "Mazel tov"?

Everything okay?

Yeah...

My mom says it's her lucky day.

She won...

...a blender.

Well... That's nice.

Hug me?

Of course.