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What I can't understand...

Sure, tell me when...

Looking in from the outside,

you feel like real-world marriages have a sort of sacred warmth.

You put on the costume, learn the local language,

and the doors are open.

You can't say that to me.

-I'll say much more. -You can't talk to me like that.

You just can't. Why can't your family help out?

My family's always helping out.

As it turns out, it's as cold in those families as it is in your own home.

THE END OF LOVE

Technically, I should drop the eggs into the sauce.

Make little holes and plop them in.

Perfect. So do that.

I can't get the holes to stay. That's why I'm calling, Sara.

Show me.

See? I'm make the hole but it's too watery. What do I do?

I don't know. Let it simmer for a bit.

I don't have a bit.

Gustavo's about to get out of the shower.

What can I say, Tam?

I've never made... What's that called?

Shakshuka. You never heard of it? It's a typical Jewish dish.

Typical from where?

I don't know. Israel. I had it at a place in Palermo.

Must be the Palermo Jews. I've never had it.

You could at least try to help me out.

I don't get why you want to act like a housewife.

You have other virtues. You don't need that.

I finally have a Jewish boyfriend who's a good guy.

Your ex was also a good guy.

Yes, that's true.

How's therapy going?

Shut up!

-You didn't tell anyone? -Don't play dumb, Tam.

Around here, people don't go to therapy for any little thing.

If you go, it's because you have a problem.

-Well, how's your problem going? -I can't take it anymore.

I already told the school I can't go as of next week.

But it makes me sad.

Did you talk with David?

Yes, but now he's saying I don't need to work

because with my salary and the babysitter, we're just exchanging money.

Exchanging money?

Yes, I make the same amount that we pay her,

so we're just moving it around.

And it doesn't make sense.

He said I should stay at home and help him with the business.

It does make sense. If you stay with the kids you'll go crazy.

-Sara... -Exactly.

Hold on.

I think he's out of the shower.

I don't know, I'll make the holes and the eggs and we'll see. Done.

Bye.

Oh, sorry.

I rang but no one answered, so I thought Gus had gone out.

-Hello. -Hello. How are you?

-I'm Andrea. -Tamara.

The ex. Kids, say hello.

-How are you? -Gus?

He's changing.

Showering and changing.

He always takes forever.

He always hogs the bathroom making sure his hair is perfect.

-Hello. -Hi, Dad. I missed you.

How are you?

-All good? -Sorry, Gus. I never use my keys,

but I rang the doorbell and since nobody...

It's okay. How are you?

-Fine, you? -Fine.

Well, did you introduce yourselves?

Andrea, Iair, Dalia, Tam.

Yes, we've met. My friends read you.

-Got toast? -And yogurt?

Yes, we got everything.

And Tam was making shakshuka.

Well...

"Making shakshuka" is a bit...

I was making progress,

but the eggs are an issue.

-That's pretty good, yeah. -Yeah?

Yes, you just have to turn up the heat to evaporate the water.

I was just turning up the heat when the doorbell rang.

Should I make some toast?

Never mind. You relax. Go on, Gus.

Buttered toast? Like the kids like?

-Sure. -Okay.

Coming up.

Hey, how was your trip?

-What trip? -You were going to Uruguay.

Oh, I didn't tell you.

I was going to go with Sergio, but we're over.

No. It's over? You broke up?

I can't believe you. What happened? I'm sorry.

You're sorry? You thought he was a jerk.

Me? No. I never said that.

In any case, I thought it was weird for a guy in his late forties

to ride around on a skateboard and wear Bart Simpson T-shirts.

Well, it's slim pickings out there. You have no idea.

-The guys my friends date... -What school do you go to?

-Buber. -Which one?

Buber.

I knew someone from there.

Her last name was... Divizi. Martina.

Martina or Lucía Divizi?

We wouldn't know her.

Yes, I know, but it's the typical Jewish game.

We say last names and see who we know.

But we can't play that with you because we won't know anyone.

You're like 20 years older than us.

Okay, kids. Let's go.

Eat quick. We have to leave in ten minutes or you'll be late for school.

It's your fault for gossiping so much.

Iair, what did you say? Hey, look at me.

And the cell phones, please. The phones.

You can't spend all day on TikTok.

Aren't you going to say something to Tamara?

What's that got to do? Don't be rude.

First of all, she's an adult.

Second, she's not on TikTok. She's working.

-Hello. -Hello.

I'm Sarita, Tamara's friend.

I was expecting you. Come in.

Oh, sorry.

Tam told me not to go straight for the couch.

Don't worry about it. Get comfortable.

-Are you comfortable now? -Yes.

All right.

What brings you here?

I don't know, because I don't have

issues, you know?

What do you mean?

I'm not like Tam or Juana or Laura.

In what sense are you not like them?

I feel that certainty is a problem for them,

and they don't act.

They freeze up instead of taking action.

And you take action.

Yes, I do.

I got married, I have two kids, I got my teaching degree,

-I started to work... -So?

So I don't know why I'm here,

because my only problem is that I don't have time.

What do you need time for?

To do all the things I want to do but don't have time to do now.

What do you need in order to have more time?

I don't know...

More money.

-Did I say something wrong? -No. That's undeniable.

But I think that, if that were your only problem,

you wouldn't be here spending both time and money.

Another husband, too.

If your husband were a different person, would you have more time?

Yes.

Or two husbands.

Since they do half of what I do, having two would compensate.

I don't know if he's laid back or if it's a strategy,

but introducing his kids to me like that...

What's up with that? And his ex?

She's super cool.

Incredible. I thought they were a traditional couple, but no.

They're cool.

At the end of the day, we're the toxic ones.

These country Jews are Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir.

You're coming to Ladorada, right? Poli set up this circus, I need you there.

-Sonia. -What's up?

Are you close? Martín has another meeting.

Know what? I had an accident. I fell on the street.

I'm headed to the ER, so I can't make it.

Tell Martín to send me an outline as usual and I'll write the column.

Hey, dumbass. Okay, listen. Can we have a video call?

I'm about to go into the ER. But I really want to write.

You know, I can't live off of prestige.

Silly. Listen, Martín and I are head over heels in love,

and we thought it'd be cool if you wrote about that.

I mean, I feel like monogamy is making a comeback, right?

No, I get it, but that's nothing new.

Right? Monogamy is a way of organizing resources.

Sure, but we thought it'd be revolutionary

for you to write something in favor of love stories.

Nobody expects you to be in favor of love.

-What do you mean? -Well...

Well, don't you even read the back covers?

Of course, but...

Unbelievable!

And this turn will permeate his entire philosophy.

Not just his theological stance, but also his political thought,

and even his stance on the Palestinian cause.

Well, then we're talking about a relationship that isn't among equals.

In what sense?

In that, if I understood correctly, the eternal "thou" is God.

Therefore, the relationship between humans and God is underscored.

It's more important to relate to God than to other human beings.

I didn't interpret it like that.

How did you interpret it?

-What he says is true... -León.

Thank you. León. That God is the eternal "thou."

But it's only a particular case of the revelation.

It's not the only case.

For Buber, every encounter between two subjects is a revelation.

Excellent counterpoint, since León gives us a theological reading,

and Ofelia offers a humanistic view of the same passage.

But, ultimately, they agree.

I think you were too generous with your interpretation.

I don't think Martin Buber needs my generosity.

I think that reading an author at their moment of enlightenment

and from the perspective of the present

is a productive reading, not a fanciful one.

Well, it might be fanciful, but in the best sense of the word.

-Well, that's enough. We've talked a lot. -No, we can keep going.

We can go for a coffee and keep discussing it.

If you're tired of the topic,

we can still have a coffee and talk about something else.

Oh, I just...

I'm meeting a friend. She's waiting for me.

Want me to... I can introduce you, if you want.

-Sure, yeah. -Okay.

Okay.

Sarita, León. León, Sarita.

I'm not a kisser.

Oh, of course. Excuse me.

We were discussing Martin Buber.

I love Jewish thought.

I read everything Ofe gives me.

At my school, I only learned how to rinse lettuce.

Yes. I can imagine.

Well, we were just exchanging ideas. We'll pick this up again later.

-You owe me a coffee. -All right.

-I'll leave you two. Excuse me. -Okay.

Okay.

-Who's that? -That?

He'll go out with me once, twice,

then he'll say he's not ready for a relationship

and he'll only call me to fuck.

How do you know that?

A guy who wants to be a rabbi,

who needs to have an exemplary family to lead his community?

Do you think I'm dumb?

I don't think you're dumb.

I just think you're too cold.

It's not coldness. It's common sense.

COULD VANISH IN THE AIR

DEAD THINGS

I DON'T NEED ANYTHING

FIELD SURVEY

-Mine's the worst one. -No.

-Really. -No.

-It's the worst one. -It's simple...

I should've called a cool artist to give it some life.

Look at the other ones. Look at this.

-Look at this. -No, well...

Anything else is shit compared to this.

-Let's say... -Look what they've done.

-Look. -It needs some noodles hanging here.

-No, but yours exalts... -What are people coming to see?

-This. -Yours makes people want to hug you

-and say, "Aw, baby." -Cut it out.

-You need it. -I'm serious.

-Hey. -All right.

-A ton of people came. -Thanks.

-This is a success. -Yes.

-We'll do more projects together. -Sure.

-Cheers. -I'll bring a crowd,

but with cash, 'cause everyone here is broke.

-Anything you want. -Okay.

What do you feel stirring inside you when you look at Tamara's corset?

Well, I thought it was a bit...

In just one word or we'll never finish.

Apathy.

-See? Apathy. -No, well.

I want to die.

But I did love the poems.

They're very sensitive.

I thought you were more cynical.

Thank you.

They're excellent.

-There's a lot to celebrate. -Celebrate.

-Up, up. -Cheers.

There you go! I like that.

She's really mean.

You didn't tell Tam about what happened at my place the other day, right?

No, why? Why would I tell her?

What? Do you think it's serious?

-Telling her? -No, no.

It's not serious, I don't know.

No. I just wanna have fun and be like before.

I don't wanna be hung up about it all night.

Shut up. She's coming.

What's with this? It's impossible.

It feels like football gear.

I don't get how she could wear this for so many years.

What're you saying? Don't bully me. I already want to die.

Don't worry. A ton of people came to see your corset.

What's up with your stepkids?

And the mom? Is she hot?

What?

-No... -She's awesome.

She's cool.

She's his buddy. They're friends.

-But that's good, right? -Yeah.

-That speaks highly of her. -And of him.

They have this sort of dynamic, you know? They're...

They're buddies. How can I explain? They know each other.

And I was there, with the kids, awkward.

Like stiff, unable to participate.

Like they ejected me from the adult world.

No, it's not like that.

I mean, you have to think that

they've known each other forever,

they've had a life together...

They obviously have a dynamic, and that's good.

-It's good. -I was thinking,

if Gustavo got hit by a truck...

Stop. Hasn't he had enough bad luck already?

His mom already died at AMIA.

If Gustavo died tomorrow, for example, who would be the widow?

She would, since she has the kids.

Him dating me doesn't matter.

-So she's the widow. At a wake... -Yes.

Who would people greet? Give their condolences to?

-Her. -Well...

So I... What's my role in all that?

Girls, shouldn't she have told AMIA to come?

-No. -Obviously.

-Stop hiding him from the world. -Of course.

Show him.

-No, he's busy. -Yes, text him.

He has to plan ahead. It's not simple.

Text him. Maybe he surprises you, comes here, and has a great time.

-Why not? -That won't happen. We're already here...

It's late.

Hello, Gustavo.

No, nothing. I'm here at Ladorada.

I know you need to plan things, that's it's complicated for you,

but we're opening an art show

inspired by poems from my teenage years,

and maybe you're interested, or maybe not.

And that's also fine. So, no pressure. I mean...

-All right. -Great!

-Great, bravo. -Why do I listen to you?

Let me introduce you to an artist.

A big shot.

If you see Tanta, don't tell him I'm with another therapist.

I'll tell him I was on a trip or something.

Why on earth do you keep making up lies that nobody but you cares about?

You're your own lie! Then you get all wound up.

-Thanks. -Thanks, honey.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

It's all over your teeth.

-There. -Yeah, you, too.

Isn't Azul coming?

I didn't tell her to come.

-Because I'm here? -What?

Because I'm here?

No way. She's not jealous of you.

-What? -She knows you're my best friend.

She's not jealous.

Well, it's great that you're not obsessed.

Don't start with your poison. There's no need.

No, I mean it. That, I don't know, you spend time with others.

That you're chill.

I am chill.

Stop it. I know what you're doing.

-What? -You're saying I don't care about Azul,

and that isn't true.

I don't want to see other people, okay?

What we did was a one-time thing.

-Just a casual thing. -Make out.

-Oh, no. -Why don't you hook up already?

Sorry, I took a pill and I'm a bit unfiltered.

And you also love meddling.

-What's your problem? -Who you hooking up with?

We'll do it if you give us a pill.

So that's what you wanted.

-Pill queens. -Drugstore.

Here's one, but careful 'cause they're strong.

-We'll share it. -I took four already.

-Who you hooking up with? -Women.

-It's ladies' night. -Ladies? No one believes you.

Oh, please. What's your problem?

You hooked up already, right?

I have my doubts. Some scissoring... Something happened.

-Oh, what a jackass. No. -Something looks...

-I think that... -You don't do any scissoring,

or humping or anything.

-No rock, paper or scissors. -Love me.

You're terrible. Move it, Poli.

Okay, have fun.

Poli, Poli. Got anything to lift my mood?

No, I got something that'll connect you.

You need to connect. That's what you need.

-What'll you give me? -MDA.

No. Don't you ever have coke? I need to clear my head.

I never bring blow.

Have you ever thought that blow is like your big-girl corset?

-What? -Yeah, your adult corset.

Like what we just saw. It makes you rigid, distant.

Do you know Tam?

-Hi. -You a couple?

-Yeah. -Ah, but you're a throuple.

Yeah, we like having fun with people who turn us on.

It's like the rush of being single, you know?

But without the loneliness.

That's brilliant.

Martín, defending monogamy is the response put forth by fed-up singles

who are sick of dating

because dates are more work in a world where we work too much.

That is, monogamy makes a comeback as a result of exhaustion.

Look, dude. Isn't that AMIA?

Don't call him AMIA, dummy! What are you going to say to him?

-But I... What's his name? -I don't know.

But look, he's there, all alone.

-Hello. -Hello.

You're here for Tamara, right?

-Huh? Yes. -Hello.

-Yes. -How's it going?

-Good. -We're Juana and Laura.

A pleasure.

Tam must've already told you we live together.

-I'm her roommate. -Good. You here for Tam?

Hi.

-There she is. -You came.

Sure. You invited me.

-He was looking for you. -Yeah.

Sure. You already... Right?

-How are you? Good? -Good. Good.

You got some great moves, Gustavo.

Right?

No, I didn't know this side of you.

-No? -No.

And this side?

You're also really funny.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Is this the one you wore?

Yeah, this is the Boston.

There's one with a neck brace called the Milwaukee.

Wow. Until what age did you have to wear it?

Until I was 17. All throughout high school.

Tough, right?

It must've been tough to wear that when you were a teenager.

Well, who's had an easy adolescence?

Plus, interesting people have difficult teenage years.

That sounded pretty snobbish, right?

Well, I also had a shitty adolescence.

How old were you when the thing with your mom happened?

I was 18 when my mom was killed.

Wow. You used the word "killed."

I think I say, "When my dad died."

That's incredible.

I mean, I think that's more shocking than what I say.

I don't know what the court papers say. I think they say, "Loss, passing."

The papers? What papers? The case?

The lawsuit.

The lawsuit my mom won.

-She won? -Yes. I didn't tell you?

-No. -Well, yeah.

Actually, you told me it was a lost cause, from long ago, that it was nothing.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I'm not going around telling everyone.

Sure, that's okay. But I'm not everyone.

I think, I don't know. First of all, I get that we're dating and, well...

Second, you know it's a cause that I'm committed to.

-Right. -I don't get it.

I forgot. You don't have a drink.

Let's get you one.

There's a spot here. Hey, Ofe, I'm lucky to catch you.

Can you give us a refill of Shabbat Shalom and Tzadik?

-Okay. -What did you order?

A couple of Talmudic drinks Ofelia makes.

She's studying to become a Reform rabbi.

Look at this woman. Tell him.

I'll go make your drinks instead.

But come back and tell us.

She's a genius. Look at her. And she's so interesting, too.

She studies in the mornings and works here at night. She's great.

Our friendship's great.

-I love her. -That's nice.

-What a woman. -Listen, Tam.

-Can be back it up a bit? -What?

Can we go back to our conversation? Back to what we were discussing?

Sure, fine.

Come on. I want you to open up to me.

I know that we each deal with this however we can,

so maybe you can explain that to me.

Why didn't you tell me about your mother's lawsuit?

I... I don't know. I forgot.

Come on. Don't downplay everything, I mean...

Go on, tell me the truth. Or at least a better explanation.

No, I'm not downplaying it.

I prioritize things by the weight I want them to have in my life.

And this whole lawsuit...

It doesn't mean much to me.

It means money, sure, money for my mom.

And for me, too, a little bit, but it's just money, Gustavo.

Okay. Got it.

So you're happy for your mom.

Yes. Whatever.

I mean, yeah. I don't know.

I'd like her to have some closure, since she's always talking about that.

Like she can't let it go. Poor thing.

You know, that tone you're using, I don't like it.

It's not good. Like you're belittling what your mom went through.

-No. -Yes.

-Yes. -I'm not belittling my mom.

-She's my mom. -Yes.

The best mom in the world.

I'm not belittling her. I'm just saying that she should let it go.

Right, yes. Let it go.

All right, it's easy for you to let go. You go through life letting go.

But it's not that easy. You were little. You don't remember it.

So you weren't there. You let it go.

But the people who can't let go aren't playing the victim.

-I didn't say that. -Okay, but you...

No, don't put words in my mouth.

No, but you know what it is? You never had to care for anyone.

You never had to look after anyone.

That's fine. This is your moment.

But it's about having empathy.

You don't have to be a mother to understand...

Did you say, "You don't have to be a mother"?

-Yes. -You wanna go there?

You see people as intellectual exercises.

But aside from that, you don't give a damn, do you?

Leave, Gustavo.

-Why? No. -No, leave.

-Wait. -No, leave.

I went too far. Sorry.

No, you know what? Think whatever you want about me.

Say whatever you want about me.

I don't badger anyone. And I don't like being badgered.

I don't demand anything from anyone. Leave, Gustavo.

Are you okay?

No.

To be honest, no.

Need anything?

Can you take me home?

Sure.

I'll go get another helmet.

Don't tell anyone.

I've never seen you like this.

Depressed?

Quiet.

I'm fed up.

Of people?

Of myself.

I'm sick of breaking everything.

You can sleep on the couch and not break anything until tomorrow.

And your girl?

She went to her hometown so her family can see her big belly.

Once she gets back, it'll be the final countdown.

What a trip!

A total trip.

It must be hard to take care of someone.

A baby.

A canary... A flan.

You take out a flan, let it cool, and serve it.

A better metaphor would be a loaf of bread.

Why bread?

Because you let it rise,

you wait, it's a process.

I didn't know I was talking to Doña Petrona.

I have many different sides.

Girls, I took off because I argued with AMIA.

I'm sick of being taught how to be a victim.

I know it can seem like I don't appreciate pain.

My experience of pain. Just 'cause I don't talk about it.

On the contrary. I treasure it.

But that's how I store things.

I study them, look at them with an unaffected mind.

I look at the most moving things with a cool head.

Whenever I write, I try to think of that.

But maybe what's best for writing isn't the best for living.