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BH5 STUDIOS PRESENTS

STRAIGHT

Short, quick pass.

Searching for blocks, none to be found.

To be stopped. They did it immediately--

We're 34 - 0 so far.

It's still the first quarter at the stadium.

- Never mind. - Let's go!

A serious win!

Thank you.

And you?

I haven't finished mine.

Good match, right?

I like the decoration.

And the rug.

Thank you.

It's the only thing I bought.

The rest came with the apartment.

That way very close. My!

No way!

He almost scores!

That move almost worked.

Who's your favorite NFL team?

I'm team River.

I thought you liked football.

Yes, also.

I support the 49ers because of my dad, but--

the Packers are doing well this season.

Yes.

Do you want some popcorn?

No, thank you.

You wrote in the chat that Cruz Azul was your team.

It goes against the marks.

Pass!

The rule says he has to abandon that move.

And then?

He's getting 9 yards with this breakthrough.

Then what?

It's all good, right?

Yes, it's all good.

Pay attention!

Then?

- He was very close, wow. - Then?

But he lost concentration.

Agree. Let's watch the repetition.

You've done this before, right?

Yes.

Yes.

- Yes? - Yeah.

So so.

Well--

Then?

They called timeout.

The team asked for it again

so the coach could talk to the main officer of this game.

He once again

complained about--

Then?

...which will allow them to keep moving forward.

He's approaching the catcher,

who is quite fast.

It's not working out.

- It can't be! - What? Who is it?

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry! Wait.

Really?

I'll be right back.

Hello, honey.

...running in what's left of this second quarter.

Forgive me, I'm a mess.

You should see the amount of work at the office.

It won't stop.

...many defensive moves.

Yes, yes. We'll meet tomorrow.

Honey, I have to go. My boss is watching.

I love you too.

- All good? - Yes.

Yes. I fell down.

- I'll help you. - No, it's okay.

Three wonderful yards.

How's the game going?

Fine.

...which leave his team at the second chance.

Who was that?

My girlfriend.

Oh!

He looks for it without finding it.

Is she cool?

Yes.

She's very cool actually.

Great. She won't mind this, then.

Dude.

This is not a good idea.

We can have a threesome.

Gay sex turns girls on.

Men always watch lesbian porn--

No. I'm really not comfortable.

Relax.

What makes you comfortable?

I dunno. Football, I guess.

Deal.

Now you're gonna meet the packers.

Front door open.

Hi!

Hi!

- What did you spill? - Beer, honey.

What is that? Food?

Yes.

Tamale tortas in green sauce, because I'm sure you haven't eaten.

- Tamale tortas? - Yeah.

- They sell them outside the lab. - Honey!

Hun.

They're dumplings.

Woo hoo! Gimme that.

We know you're too bourgeoise to take the subway

- and you dine with champagne. - I travel on subway!

Sure! Which one?

New York's doesn't count.

- Says who? - I do.

You fixed the washing machine!

Yeah, finally.

Do you have low sodium soy?

Let's see. I don't know.

When did you last go to the supermarket?

I don't know either, honey.

Wait. Going back to the tamale torta,

I think that's an abomination, Eli.

It's like the chilaquil pizza.

- Have you heard about it? - Don't call me Eli, hun.

- What is this? - I saw it on Facebook.

- It's green. - I don't know where it will end.

But I have to be honest.

- I found out about the quesabirrias. - You're storing a lot of stuff.

I crave those. I can't deny it.

You said you wouldn't buy more frozen food.

Eli, you sound like my mom.

What did you say?

What?

You like the chilaquil pizza.

I'm your mom!

I'm your mom. It's true!

I ask you if you ate well, if you bought groceries,

if you have low sodium soy. I'm totally your mom!

Eli.

The coat!

- It's okay. - Sorry, I promise to be tidier.

I'll put it back.

- I won't be your mom, okay? - Okay.

- Do as you please. - Perfect.

- Eat. Or don't eat. - Thank you.

- Well, eat. Okay? - Okay.

But I won't say a thing.

- Perfect. - Cool.

Well.

- No! You know I hate tickling. - Come on!

Please, no!

- You'll behave now. - Astop, let go, Ro!

You see what happens for being messy?

Stop! I'll beat you your ass!

I'm so scared!

Honey. Truce or what?

Yes.

- I hate you. - I love you.

C'mere.

Listen.

Let's pamper

the biologist, who works so hard, right?

Let's see.

Over here.

Ok. Sit up.

- Your hands in the front. - Are you done?

Hands here. And here.

The lab went poorly, right?

How do you know?

I know you.

My supervisor hates me.

Nobody hates you.

He does.

I haven't made any progress in the last three weeks

and that dude hates women.

I won't get my PhD if I continue like that.

D'you know how many positions are left in the country for what I do?

Babe. Relax.

Even the scientist Barbie can have a bad day once in a while.

- I had to sacrifice Britney today. - Britney?

Yes. And don't call me that.

What? Britney or Barbie?

I'm kidding.

Doctor Green insists on me not naming the rats,

but I love it! They're precious.

- Right. Britney is your new rat. - She's super cute.

Honey, I'm setting the table.

- Honey, we always eat at the table. - Come on.

- Please! - I got it.

Britney is your new rat. Wait.

Why can't we eat over there?

Because I'm setting the table. I'll get some water.

Then Britney is your new rat.

Yes, and I had to sacrifice her because she developed leukemia.

CO2 asphyxiation. Just like Rihanna.

But Rihanna held on a little longer.

Good for Rihanna.

There's nothing wrong with what you're telling me.

That's what happens when you're trying

to develop a vaccine against cancer.

Let's see, Eli.

Listen to me.

Everyone knows you're a kick-ass biologist.

You just had a bad day.

The lab environment sucks.

It might be.

What is it?

Huh?

Nothing, honey. Work.

Okay, then...

Guess who's getting married.

Sandra and Benny. In Leon.

They just sent us the invitation today.

And when I say us, I mean both of us.

- Eli, babe. - Holidays.

- Are you flooded? - Very.

You spent the whole night at the office this Monday.

- Do you like them? - What?

My jeans. I just bought them.

Oh! Yes, they're fine.

Round two?

Round two.

Maybe this is dumb.

Maybe.

I'll put some music on.

Not this one.

- System offline. - Wow.

Sorry, I'm getting the hang of it.

Well.

And-- How was your week?

Just like any other week.

I mean, good? Exams and all those things.

- Maybe. - Maybe.

Enjoy it, because pretty soon

you'll be working from 7 a. m. to midnight,

in an American investments bank.

I'm too dumb for that.

Wow!

You're both smart and a metalhead.

No, no.

None of the above.

We finance guys are not that smart.

Smart people don't make that much dough.

- Look at Elia. - Who?

Elia.

My girlfriend.

She works endless hours mapping proteins

and who knows what else,

and she makes less than this building's security guard.

We finance guys are just smart enough

to realize we sell imaginary products,

but not smart enough to realize that--

they're imaginary!

Was I clear?

Sure.

I can see you.

Sitting there in your office,

top floor,

scheming ways to get rich people's money.

You in your little blue tie.

Sarcasm duly noted.

Actually,

I look at a wall with a poster

that reads, "Success".

And share a cubicle with four guys,

one of who claims to be the high school jock

and now has a beer gut this big.

The other one is a Vietnamese guy

who barely speaks Spanish.

Out of the ten words he knows, three are,

"Fuck this shit!"

Give me some.

Tasty! Finish it.

Does that job pay for your apartment?

No, no. This is--

A rental. Maybe one day.

I'll have to work hard. I dunno.

I guess I'll be able to buy one like everyone else.

And-- What else can I tell you?

I don't know.

For example, the RCBs.

It's a bond connected to the shares' evolution.

I'm boring you.

No, no. I'm more of a Bitcoin person.

- I play it safe. - You play it safe.

The Bitcoin.

A more unstable product,

but you're the kind to think digital is safer.

Millennials.

Aren't you a centennial?

And what are you?

A boomer?

Wait! Listen.

I want to finish telling you about the RCBs.

It's amazing how you can link a note

to anything that fluctuates, for example:

The Euro price, the dollar,

the weather, the batting percentage.

Even the game we saw the other day.

Surely, there were bets to see which team placed first.

Of course.

Your life sucks.

So?

What?

Will you give me anything else, or--?

We stay with beer.

You only come for the booze.

They won't sell it to me.

What do you mean?

How old are you?

Seventeen.

Seventeen?

Well, 22.

Stop joking.

- I need and ID or something. - 22. 22 and three quarters.

Well, you were 29.

32.

What? I thought you were 29.

Yes. I lied.

My name isn't Pepe, either.

I'm Roberto.

Everyone calls me Ro.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Cris.

So your name isn't I'll Suck You Now Versatile 69?

Just for your mom.

I'll Suck You Now Versatile 69 Argentinian.

I didn't lie there.

You didn't lie about that.

Nor about the other stuff.

Sorry for not giving you my name.

It's ok. The whole "name" thing is dangerous, right?

Yeah. And twentysomethings are too.

Is it such a big difference?

- Ten-year age gap. - No.

- It's as if I was dating-- - You don't have to say it.

A 12-year-old.

And three quarters.

Whatever.

Can I suck you now?

I dressed as a lumberjack to make you comfortable.

Are you playing S & M music?

No, wait!

It was on shuffle. I didn't play it.

By the way, you don't drink gin like that.

I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm fed up.

- What? - It's all good.

- No, wait. Calm down. - Everything is fine.

- Nothing's wrong, Cris. Stay. - It's fine.

- I'm the jerk. - No, no. You're not a jerk.

Then?

Come here.

Come.

Last week, when you left here,

you kept your regular life.

Yes.

And you didn't?

The thing is I--

I'll put some music on.

The thing is I--

I felt weird, you know?

I felt bad.

Damn connection!

Yes, you left, and it was like--

Like when you drink--

Four shots of flavored mezcal.

You feel awesome, you're fine.

And, suddenly--

You drink a lot and-- Bam!

Stuff happens. Just like that. Get it?

What are you doing?

How can you know--

if you don't even finish up your beers?

I mean it.

- You felt bad, then what? - I lied down and--

- I got nauseous. - Nauseous?

I disgusted you.

Of course not! It was psychosomatic.

Psycho what? Stop messing around.

Just say you felt like shit.

I felt like shit. There.

There. You said it.

Chill out.

You'll get over it.

It doesn't happen when I kiss Elia.

I'm done.

Cris, I'm being honest with you.

Honest? You're busting my balls!

I don't even know what that means!

I try to talk to you, and all you do is pull away.

I'm not pulling away! I'm being honest!

- You're not being honest! - That's how I felt!

- Let it out! - I'm doing it, dude!

- Say it all! - My neighbors!

What else do you want me to say?

- That you like me. - I like you!

- There you go, what else? - That you got hard.

Yes, I also got hard. There!

Just let it out. Why do you keep it to yourself?

Why?

- Done? - Done.

And you got hard.

- Is it over or not? - No.

No? Okay. Listen.

I don't give a damn about Elvira.

- Her name is Elia. - Well, Elia. I'm sorry.

I don't give a damn about your stories,

your nausea--

Come here.

Cris.

You should be with a boy your age.

A boy my age?

With a flat like this?

No roomies.

And who gives me fine gin tonic to screw.

If you know one like that, give him my number.

Wait. I like to see you.

Babe,

what do you like?

- Huh? - Harder?

You're fucking me real hard.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- I'm sorry. - No. What are you doing?

- I like it rough. - Okay.

What are you doing, hun?

- What? - What are you doing?

I thought you wanted to experiment.

- No, no. - Okay. We'll keep doing this.

- Okay. Wait. - No. Don't move.

- Stay there. - Okay.

There. There.

It's nine. Wake up!

Come here.

I love you.

Me too.

Just a minute. Before I forget.

Did you confirm Sandra and Benny's wedding?

I don't remember. Why?

Because the hotel reservation is non-refundable.

- Four nights? - Four nights.

I'll work a lot to get time off.

- Four nights? - Yes, my love,

unless doctor Green doesn't give you permission.

Screw doctor Green.

Honey! It's amazing.

Thank you.

I love you.

Me too.

Sandra and Benny will live in San Luis after getting married.

They'll live with Banny's parents

to save up while she finishes her Master's degree.

They've been dating for just a year.

And they're already a family of four.

And you and I don't even live together.

Eli.

We're turning 40.

Honey!

Come on!

We're centuries away from being 40.

We're not centuries away.

Time goes fast.

Your hair is turning gray.

The other day I saw you had a gray hair.

How did the lab go?

The same!

My supervisor kept pestering me all day--

- That's bad. - I feel they can't stand me.

What if we go out today?

We rarely go out.

Okay.

Yes.

It's on the house.

Just for friends.

Do you want one?

- What is it? - Arsenic.

You can give it to the girl in the back,

she laughs like a maniac.

- Well, cheers, honey. - Thank you.

What?

- I won't say. - What's your problem?

What? I didn't say anything.

Never mind.

"Just for friends".

- Come on. - The ones she likes.

You're very popular today.

Ask him over.

Who?

Cris. The guy who's texting.

No. No, honey.

That bro only likes football. No way.

Tell me how the lab went. It was bad.

- No. I'm a bore. - Tell me!

- I'm a bore! - Tell me.

Nothing. It's official.

My supervisor hates me.

Two more rats died today at the laboratory

and I didn't even had time to name them.

And that fucker will say I'm slacking off.

- He won't say that. - But he'll say I'm stupid.

No one will say that.

No. He thinks all women are stupid.

You men don't understand

how women are pigeonholed

as bossy, hysteric or stupid.

Since Celia quit, I'm the only woman in the lab.

All the rest are men.

And Patricio.

Patricio.

Patricio from the lab.

He's gay.

I thought so.

That's weird.

I thought he was onto me.

But he's gay. I mean, it's amazing.

But why did you think so?

I dunno.

Why is it amazing?

Well, I don't know. Because--

Why not?

This arsenic tastes good.

Because you're talking against pigeonholing

and now it turns out it's amazing he's gay.

I'm not pigeonholing!

All I'm saying is I'm proud of him.

Why?

For introducing his boyfriend to doctor Green.

So you think he's a cutey pie.

So sweet! Pato, the gay guy in the lab.

Do you know Elia?

She's the woman in her laboratory.

She's a kick ass scientist.

We're super proud of her!

Congratulations.

What's going on?

I didn't say that.

Why do you want to fight?

- I don't want to fight. - You do want to fight.

Listen, all I'm saying is

Nowadays it's a great time to be gay.

That's it. Okay?

The other day I had dinner with Pato and his boyfriend

and they love each other. They get along--

- That's great! - Yes.

They are moving in together.

Wow.

I think I get along better with gays.

- Really? - Yeah.

So you would get along better with me if I was gay.

Why? Do you have something to tell me?

I'm gay.

Yes, I know.

So well dressed,

and so well groomed.

And you love Pixar films and they make you cry.

Anything else, Mister Incredible? Did you like the shot?

He's more like Wall-E than Mister Incredible.

That's true.

Do Pixar films make you cry?

They're sweet.

Anything else?

A house, two children and a Golden Retriever.

To go?

Pipo.

Pipo?

Pipo, that's how we're gonna name our dog.

But no shedding.

And our children?

- Nico. - And Espe.

Here's to Nico and Esperanza.

And that's how they play!

From the left side.

Things are going well for them.

The chips.

One thinks if you come play at their turf.

You have to be more dynamic.

Thanks.

Who's playing?

It's a second division team.

- That's Cruz Azul. - Exactly.

What second division? Your mother's cooch?

Do you have something stronger?

Is my beer not enough for you anymore?

I don't know. Tomorrow is Saturday, we have nothing to do.

I think I might have--

I don't know.

Whiskey? Mezcal? Let me see.

Roberto's famous flavored mezcales.

Listen.

...and he throws the ball to--

I have champagne. Have you tried it?

What a jerk. Of course you have tried it.

They must drink a lot of champagne in Argentina.

How did you get rid of your girlfriend all the weekend?

Don't say that, dude.

No one got rid of anyone.

She went to visit her mom.

Why do I have champagne?

Almost goal! Goddammit!

I told you. Second division teams.

Is that a watch?

- No! - What?

You must be the last person with a watch.

- Let's drink mezcal. This is warm. - Must be your age.

- Let's see. - Stop it, Cris.

Does it at least download music?

Wait I'm carrying the bottles.

You're carrying the bottles.

Cris, Cris. No, no!

No, dude. Let's--

Drink this first. Right?

Do you need to get wasted so I can suck you?

Open the bottle. Maybe that will turn you on.

Cris! Don't start.

I'm not starting anything.

But after two months, I mean...

There it is.

Let's see.

I know. I have an idea.

Why don't

we talk

until the shorthand, which is this one,

gets to 9?

Cheers.

I thought it was flavored mezcal.

No. I actually like it straight and bottoms up.

For the record, you said it.

C'mon Cris, don't be hard on me.

For the record, you said it.

Asshole.

You get used to it in the long run.

What?

The hard one.

Are you slipping double entendres on me, fucker?

I'm Argentinian. It's worth double.

What are you... 15?

15 and three quarters.

Will someone step in for the second time?

...energy, dynamic, the stamina--

So--

what other plans do you have for this weekend?

I mean, besides this.

Since when do you care?

No, no. I was just asking because--

Just because.

Out of curiosity.

When did you realize?

What?

That you enjoy screwing college boys.

I dunno. I mean--

I guess I always had my suspicions,

but I didn't know what it was.

It was your pecker.

You're acting very refined today.

I guess i realized in second grade.

Junior high?

Elementary school.

Wow.

Are you hot?

Wait. I have air conditioner. Let me--

turn it on. They taught me how to use it.

No, no!

Come on!

The technician taught me wrong.

- He said the green one. - He taught you wrong?

Goddammit!

Do you remember the first guy you liked?

Dude, don't go out like that. It's chilly out there.

Cold?

No one says, "chilly" anymore.

Oops.

He was a guy from third grade.

Beanie.

We called him Beanie.

- Beanie. - Yeah.

Was he hot?

I don't know.

Well, yes. Honestly, he was.

He had--

the nicest ass.

We played in the same soccer team.

What are you doing? Take that off.

Okay.

Describe him.

Really?

No. I'm kidding.

He was huge.

He was hairier at 15 than me at 25.

The dipshit was good at everything.

He had his own fan club.

And yes, I was the president.

He didn't know.

Sure, he did everything right. Straight As.

Blondie.

Of course... blondie.

- Did you ever do it? - No.

He was straight.

Straight?

Sure.

I told you you would get cold.

- All good? - Yes.

So-- Beanie was straight.

Yeah.

Straight like you.

That's not your shot glass, dude.

I'm sure he's married and all.

- Sure. - What a waste.

How many people in the world know you do this?

I dunno.

I guess the guys I've been with.

Less they were too drunk to remember.

And how many people in your family?

We're far, far away from fucking, huh?

Answer me.

I don't know.

You do know, Cris!

- I don't know. - You do, Cris.

Of course you know.

It's because, if you say so,

you'd stop being Cris,

the handsome boy that

goes to college, doesn't wear a watch,

- who had two girlfriends-- - Six.

To become Cris, the gay.

I don't think so.

We can't stand ambiguity.

We're obsessed as a society

with dichotomizing.

If a straight bro fools around with another dude,

then he's gay,

even if he likes spending most of his time

with an amazing woman,

watching a Cruz Azul game.

But oh, no, you're fucked.

You can't have both things.

You're exaggerating.

You don't get it, Cris.

No, I don't get it.

You don't get what society demands of you.

To be a full-time gay--

Listen. All I know is that, to me,

if my friends knew about you,

- everything would be fine. - Yeah, sure. Sure.

- And yours too. - Of course.

It would be like--

Finding the great gay Eater Egg

in this gay hunt.

Who can be gay?

That bartender could be gay.

The football player could be--

Our president could be gay.

I could be gay.

The world thinks being gay is

like going to Japan.

- Japan? - Yes, yes.

That damn trip

you make to find out who you really are

and how the other half of the world lives,

and how brave you are for going to Japan.

That's India.

India, Japan, I don't give a damn!

Because it terrifies them.

Because if it didn't, they wouldn't say

how brave you are for coming out of the closet.

What the hell is so brave about coming out of the closet?

That it's like parachuting.

It's fear of dying.

I dunno, Ro.

A man was only able to get married in one state.

In this one. But what does it have to do with anything?

Well, what does it have to do?

I dunno, I guess I'm a bit dumb.

Cruz Azul lost the game.

Can I open the champagne?

Yes.

Cris, the champagne does not go in the fridge.

I placed it in the sink on ice, to your right

See? All I want is this.

Each living their own life,

without the pressure of having to explain.

You just wanna get laid, watch soccer, drink champagne.

Quit drinking.

- Give me a sip. - No, Cris.

Like Socrates.

- Socrates. - Or Hercules.

What are you talking about?

- Yeah. - History of civilization.

The only class where I didn't fall asleep.

What a miracle.

Don't mock me, you jerk. I mean it.

- I mean it too. - History of civilization.

Ancient Greece.

The philosopher king screwed the other philosopher king

- in the baths. - Lower your voice. The neighbors.

The springs, and at night they forget about it

and go with their wives, their children.

You should be Greek.

And I would be a good philosopher if I was a little smarter.

You're smart, but you're drunk.

I'm not drunk. I'm perfect. Look.

I can talk, I can do everything.

You'd be a good Greek, because you're smart, intelligent--

- I told you I'm not that smart. - You are. And you're old.

- You have everything. - You had to put it in somehow.

For the record, I didn't say it.

Will you keep messing with me, bastard?

Am I doing that?

Dude.

I think it's enough.

It's time for you to go.

Right? Come here.

- Let's go. - Is it Sunday?

Everyone should be like Socrates, damn it.

I mean it, Ro.

Do you know what they did to Socrates?

- Who? - Socrates. What the Athenians did.

- We won't be fucking tonight? - I dunno, Cris.

No, no. I actually think it's enough.

What time is it? Let's see.

The small needle says it's--

You can't read a watch.

I have a couple hours left.

Do you have Uber?

You don't want to be gay.

No.

Not really.

I understand.

Me neither.

But you know what?

In my darkest,

most depressing

benders,

all I want to do is dance.

Bro, my neighbors are sleeping.

- Won't you dance with me? - Stop. No.

- Wanna dance? - Stop, Cris. Please.

- Well, I do. I do. - What are you doing?

- I wanna dance. - Cris.

I wanna enjoy.

Look! I found a puppy.

Give me this.

- I want to have a puppy. - Careful with that. It's expensive.

- I want everyone to-- - Don't shake it.

Like my puppy dog.

My dog's name is Liza Mariah Carey.

And off we go...

strolling through the city...

with Liza Mariah Carey.

Everyone looking at us, me and my doggy.

The doggy sometimes greets,

sometimes he barks,

and sometimes he sings.

Do you want him to sing?

Which song would you like?

I don't know. Let's see.

Wait. No, dude!

Dude, my neighbors!

Dude! Cris, come on!

I don't own the building, man.

Cris!

Turn it down, man!

Faggot!

Faggot!

- Front door open. - Hi!

Eli.

What's happening, Ro?

Honey, sorry about the mess.

You didn't tell me you were coming.

You had a short breakfast?

How's your mom?

I got off work really late,

and these guys called me. I couldn't say no.

Sure, and you got drunk

and spilled the booze on the floor. What's up?

No, honey. I told him.

- I told him you hate it when it's messy. - Look at that.

Hideous!

At least open the window, come on!

Apparently someone cured Roberto from his OCD!

- I'll help you, honey. - No. It's okay.

Did you at least have breakfast?

No, I'm not hungry.

I am. Just a little.

- Are you? - No. We're both hungover.

- It's fine. - Okay.

Roberto told me a bunch ot stuff...

Yeah?

- I heard a lot about you. - Really?

Yeap.

Forgive me.

I'm so rude.

- Elia. Nice to meet you. - How are you?

- Cris. - Cris, you had to go--

Tomorrow.

What do you mean? You said it was today.

Don't pester him. Don't you see he's hungover

with that rave party you threw?

Stop. Don't you see I'm hungover with the rave we threw?

Sorry for all this, Elia.

No, no. Relax.

Ro needs to have fun.

Yes, yesterday we got drunk like twentysomethings.

- Leave, dude! - Weren't you at the office?

Yes, honey, I was at the office.

I left super late but this guy is a bad influence.

No, no.

Ro didn't do anything he didn't want to do.

- Tell her. - Yes, tell me, Ro.

Tell me.

Mezcal. A crapload of mezcal, Eli.

I'll call you an Uber. Where's my phone?

No! Why are you calling him an Uber

when I'm just making breakfast?

- I'm not hungry, honey. - Listen.

You stay. It's okay, you deserve to have new friends,

Me too. And you need to have breakfast.

What do you want?

An omelette? What's on your mind?

- Do you have Froot Loops? - Froot Loops?

- Really? - They're great.

No, I don't have Frooty Loopies.

Hey, your girlfriend is making me breakfast.

I don't have eggs either, Eli.

- No. That's a given. - Let's see.

No, there are no eggs.

There's nothing in there.

Is it okay if we order something for breakfast?

Come on! Hurry!

It's okay. In fact,

Ro spoke to me about you.

- Did he? - He said you were kind of nerd.

No, Eli. I didn't say that.

I'm a nerd. What's wrong?

I said you studied a lot. That's all.

I'm finishing my PhD.

- I have a year left. - That's great!

- In what? - Genetics.

That's great.

- Like The X-Men. - Exactly!

No. What do you mean, Eli?

- It's not like The X- Men at all. - Are you okay?

Let's see.

I study methylation in deoxyribonucleic acid.

We aim to isolate the chemical processes

which link genetic predispositions

in environmental factors.

Sure.

Nurture versus nature.

Exactly!

- He's smart. - Yes. Very smart.

Yes. See?

I told you my girlfriend was

- the scientist Barbie. - Yes.

Well, let's start the day. Come on.

Yes, chromosomes rock.

And don't call me that!

Forgive me for insisting on the topic,

but it's really interesting.

If I wanted to change my personality, for example,

- could I? - Your personality?

What? Will you--

stay here and hang out or what?

I have nothing to do.

Me neither.

Issa and Sadako completed their chemo.

"I'm so Excited".

The Pointer Sisters! He is cultured!

- I love him. - Yeah, he's adorable, the little fucker.

Well. Let's see.

When we talk about something as imprecise as personality,

anything in your environment, and I mean your cellular environment,

any problem in your DNA or your RNA, whatever,

can affect your genetic expression given enough time.

Your family's influence, your parents',

if you smoke or drink,

it can all affect it. That's called epigenetics.

- Put your sweater on. - Sissy.

What do you think, Ro? About what Elia says.

The environment is vital for genetics.

What do you think?

That the Patriots are down.

One question, Elia.

If Ro, for example,

wanted to change something major about his personality,

for example-- I was thinking,

he wakes up one morning, and bam!

He changes it.

Is it possible?

I think Ro is fine the way he is.

I couldn't agree more.

But it would be possible?

I think we are

pretty tied to genetics. I mean,

we could resist, but--

Sure. But to try to change the personality--

Eli, you didn't tell me, honey. How's your mom?

- Is she okay? - She's fine, yeah.

Elia, we were just talking about that last night with Ro.

The DNA? Really?

- That's cool. I love it! - Not that much.

No, I love when people get interested in DNA,

It's fascinating. The research field is so big.

But wait. You are friend of--

- Manuel. - Beanie!

Manuel, who is Beanie.

It's a guy we called Chicharo in high school.

I hadn't told you about him.

I'm a student.

You're a student?

- What do you study? - History.

History? Wow.

- Are you getting your Master's? - What?

- How much time do you have left? - Two.

Two years?

That's a long time. You look super young.

Yeah, that's true.

They ask for my ID everywhere I go.

I'm sure it happens to you too.

She doesn't get carded, obviously.

Oh, come on, Cris!

- But you are--? - Argentinian.

- Argentinian. - Yes.

You can't tell, right?

I have been here for a couple years, but--

- I can doublespeak. - Really?

Wow. You can doublespeak and you're not a banker.

- You're paradise to me. - Damn!

Damn! What time is it?

My phone! What time is it?

- Look at your watch! - It's 1:30.

- 1:30! No way! - What?

I forgot I got an email from my boss

telling me I had to be at the office at 2.

- Really? - Yes, honey. Really!

I thought it could be--

I thought I'd have time to do it by Monday, but--

Let's see. It's a thing that--

I needed for Monday, but now I need it before,

cause of daylight savings and stuff.

- No! - American banks and all that.

You can't go, she's exploiting you!

I can't do anything. I'm under evaluation.

- It's Sunday! - I know it's Sunday, honey!

- I hate your boss. - Well, I'll tell her tomorrow.

But I can't tell her now due to the evaluation, so--

Nothing. It's such a shame I have to go now.

Good luck.

- What? - What?

- You had to go to the-- - No.

Does it bother you?

- Yes. - No.

- What do you mean, Eli? - It's okay.

We'll order something for breakfast. Come here.

Although it's actually lunch time. It's half past one.

Do you wear a watch too?

Besides, I don't have to go to the lab.

Issa and Sadako finished their chemo.

- Ruth? - She died.

She didn't get "too excited".

You know what?

Screw it.

Screw the damn bank! I'll cancel!

- No! - I won't go!

- Honey, come on! - We'll stay here.

Let them fire me! Screw it!

- No! - You'll be late!

I won't be late!

You hate being late! Stop it.

It's okay. You have to work.

Go. We'll stay here.

Yeah, right. Okay.

Cool.

I'll leave then.

Yes.

And grab some lunch on your way back.

Cause you get really cranky.

- He gets cranky, huh? - Yeah.

Okay.

- Bye, honey. - Bye.

I love you!

I love you.

Bye.

He works a lot, right?

Yes. But I'm the same.

- Really? - Yes.

Sorry. I'll put my pants on.

Yes, we're workaholics.

How long have you been together?

Since I started my Master's.

A lot!

- That's good. - Yes.

You must share all your secrets.

Yeah.

- That's good. - Yes. Why?

Well, do you keep any secrets?

No.

I can tell you guys have a lot of respect for one another.

Yes. We don't live together, for example.

Do you think it's weird that we don't live together?

Yes. It's actually pretty weird.

- Yes. - Really?

Yes. How long have you been together?

Six years.

- Six years? - Yeah.

- That's a lot. - Yes, I know.

That's weird. It's a lot of time.

But why?

I've tried talking to him about it a few times,

and maybe you can tell me what's going on with that.

With what?

About living together. Why--

a man over thirty

freaks out when his girlfriend asks him to move in together.

Well, maybe you have to--

get to know someone really well before moving in.

Specially so--

you don't get any surprises.

No, it's--

It's his job, you know?

It's his work and it's--

his boss, who exploits him.

And that's life.

- That's life and-- - Life.

That's how long term

relationships are, you know?

You have to get through the difficult times

and know that everything shall pass.

That's what relationships are.

They're alliance. They're patience.

But we learn that through time.

Don't we?

You clearly love him a lot.

Yes.

It shows.

I talk like a parrot.

It's fine.

I'll go now.

- Why? - Yes, yes. I must.

- You're leaving? - Yes.

Okay. I'll walk you out.

- Sure. - Yeah.

Bye, Pedro.

- How are you going? - My car is around the block.

- Well, take care. - Ciao.

Hi, honey.

You look gorgeous!

How are you?

Very well. How did it go?

It went great. You look very handsome too, hun.

How was it? Did you save--

Katy Perry from death?

In fact, I did.

But I have something better to tell you.

And it's Gaga not Katy.

- Only good news, right? - Yes.

Adriana is leaving my apartment.

- Adriana? - Why?

Because--

I don't know. She'll leave school and go back to Queretaro,

but-- it doesn't matter. It's amazing, right?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Can I show you the menu?

- Thank you. Please. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Can I get you some wine, sir?

No, I'm fine. Well--

Yes. A little. Thank you.

Don't you get it?

No, honey. What?

Adriana is leaving my apartment.

And what will you do?

What do you mean?

You can't afford that apartment on your own.

Exactly.

Maybe someone in the lab is looking for a roomie or a place.

She leaves in March.

Honey, that's why.

If I'm not mistaken, your lease is up in June.

What will you do from March to June? It's a lot.

You're playing the fool!

I'm not! Adriana is out of line,

tell her something. I don't know why you're happy.

Your lease is up in March.

No, Eli.

No.

- Sir. - Excuse me.

No, I'm sorry. Can you give us a moment?

Sure.

It's perfect. It's perfect timing.

Perfect timing for who?

What do you mean?

She leaves in March. Your lease is up in March.

- It's-- - It's a terrible idea!

Can I take your order, miss?

I'll have the hiutlacoche crepe, please.

Perfect.

For you, sir?

I don't know. What can you recommend?

That he moves in with his girlfriend, right?

I mean, after six years--

No one is forcing you, but--

I'm not crazy.

Right?

Bring him the same as me.

Eli, we live one neighborhood away.

And if we take an helicopter, we're two minutes away.

- Exactly. - Listen.

We meet two or three times a week.

If we lived together, I could see you

even at 2 a. m., when you return from your meetings

- with your boss. - Honey, I'm working a lot.

Sometimes I'm too tired and I just want to sleep.

That's what being a couple is like.

I don't know if we're there yet.

Where are we then?

Elia, I followed you downtown.

You didn't follow me!

I got a job and moving was convenient.

Why do you want to ruin things?

You were the one who wanted to move in with a roomie.

Six years ago!

Living together is wanting to ruin things?

I'm doing something wrong.

I'm doing something really freaking wrong, obviously.

You're not doing anything wrong.

Even people are talking.

What people?!

What people?

How long will we be like this?

Ro?

Forgive me, Eli.

Forgive what?

Where is this reaction coming from? I don't get it.

Talking about living together is like--

A taboo, a sacrilege. It's--

- It's like walking on glass... - I didn't know you cared that much.

What?

We have talked about this three times

in three years and those three times--

Either you're a sociopath

or there's something really wrong here

and you won't tell me.

I don't know why you put up with me.

It's your job.

- It's the bank. - No, no.

It's not my job.

You know I don't care you work so hard.

I'm the same.

And I'm happy that--

You're happy.

What are you happy about, Eli?

Why are you happy? Answer me!

Because I love you.

And why do you love me?

Eli, I'm not good for you.

Ro, baby--

Love is--

chemistry and intuition and--

It's biology.

It's magic, if you want, but--

It's not--

a financial equation that suits you or not. It's--

- It's love. - Eli.

- What you want-- - It's understanding.

and what I want--

It's patience!

- It's-- - It's not your fault.

Did--

Did I freak you out with the apartment thing?

Forget it.

If you feel it's too soon--

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Calm down.

How much is the rent?

It doesn't matter anymore.

- Yes. - No, it doesn't matter.

Let's not talk about that.

Eli, I'm fucked up.

And I love you like that.

It can't be.

Well, yes. It is.

Don't you feel it?

Fucked up and all, I love you.

Fucked up and all.

You didn't even touched your crepe.

I'm not hungry.

Did you set the alarm?

Yes. Seven thirty.

Ro?

Do you think Elia knows about us?

Cris, just go to sleep.

Or about me?

Dude--

Why do you always wanna talk at 3 a.m?

Here.

I just want--

to fuck you again.

What? Dude, hold on.

Wait.

What do you want to know?

If someone knows about you.

I don't know.

I used to think a lot about that.

I thought people might know.

And now?

Now I think no one gives a damn about anyone else.

People see you more than you think.

I don't think so.

I wish I could see you more.

Me too.

To be like this.

Always.

Always?

Sometimes I think about the future with you.

The way in which we could be together.

Okay.

C'mere.

Don't freak out.

I'm not saying now. Right away.

But someday,

maybe be able to--

tell people about us.

I kept thinking about what you said the other day.

That no one knows about me.

And I told some people.

Did you talk about me?

About you, about me.

I told them there was a guy--

that I like very much--

and who likes me--

who buys me beers

and makes me laugh.

Was I wrong?

Put this on.

Give that to me.

And what did they say?

My roomie said that--

he couldn't fall in love with a guy because

his beard would scratch him.

And my best friend--

She saw it coming.

And after that--

Nothing.

It was meh.

Nobody bought me a cake or anything.

Elia suggested that we moved in together.

Who?

Elia and I.

You obviously said no.

Why would it be obvious?

- Because you're gay. - No, Cris.

What? You're gay enough.

I'm being serious, man.

You can't go live with Elia. Don't be silly.

I have to tell her soon.

Look at me.

Are you actually considering it?

Well, yes.

Ro, if you go live with Elia, we--

We what?

We what?

We wouldn't see each other anymore.

Don't you get it?

You're breaking my balls.

I'm such an idiot.

No wonder you didn't want to talk about the future.

What?

That's why you reacted like that in the shower.

I tried to kissed you and you backed away.

- That's why. - It's not that!

You're moving in with Elia!

You want to move in with her. That's what's happening!

That's just what you're telling me.

And then what?

Are you going to kiss me in the park

at your lunchtime break?

Will you come to the apartment with all my roomies?

- Explain to me how we'll do it! - Damn it!

No "damn it"!

If you move in with Elvia, I won't fit in!

No.

- Come on! - If I move in with her, yes,

If is a conditional, but

we just touched the subject for the first time.

If it's a conditional, have the balls to say no to her, man.

You don't get it, dude. Come here.

No! What are you thinking?

That you'll sell me love, give me a hug and that will fix everything?

I don't get it?

Come here! I'm talking to you!

Ro, I understand perfectly.

I understand. All you have to do

is grab your two ballsies--

and say no to her. That's all.

- Is that what I have to do? - Yes, like a man!

Thanks for showing up to tell me.

Don't you have a good time with me?

- Come on! - It seems like you don't!

It seems like you don't!

If you go live with someone else, it means

you don't give a damn about me.

I have a perfect time with you!

I think about you all the freaking time!

What else do you want me to say?

I don't know, man! Being with you is--

- What? - Like smoking crack.

- You don't smoke crack. - I don't know!

I only know it's addictive, and I'm not an addict,

so I can leave it whenever the hell I want.

It's not true. It's not like that.

Being with you is--

How do I explain it, man?

It's like being emotionally drunk.

What are you? The Bob Dylan of queerness, now?

Come on!

You don't fucking know what you're saying.

Ro, cut the crap.

You're the one who waned to talk, Cris.

- Stop acting like a child now. - I'm sorry!

I'm sorry for not controlling my emotions like you!

Really, dude. I'm tired. Stop.

Do you think you are smart?

That you are the only one who has gone through this?

You're asking me to throw my goddamn life away.

- Don't you get it? - I'm not asking you anything!

You don't get it, because you don't have a life!

And, if you don't get everything you want

all the damn time, it doesn't mean things are wrong,

and yes, man! Sex with you is a little better.

- A little? - Yes, dude. A little.

Girls have sucked my cock and it's not the same.

- It's not the same! - Shut up.

You shut up!

There's my neighbors! Shut up!

I don't give a damn about your neighbors!

Why are you always thinking about others?

What do you care what they say about you?

Why--?

You're a damn prick.

You're a damn prick, that's what you are.

I can't deal with this.

It's okay.

It's okay. There.

It's okay.

I'll be with you always.

Huh?

I don't understand why you put up with me.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me.

I do it because I care about you, because I like you.

And I want everything with you.

Huh?

Don't forget you buy me beers.

I could have told her.

And I didn't.

I know.

Thank you.

See?

Sometimes I'm not the big asshole you think I am.

I promise you I will fix this.

I know.

I know you'll fix it.

Ro?

Ro?

Hi, Eli.

What's up?

What's so urgent?

I made coffee. Decaf.

How did it go?

Fine.

Whitney survived.

What?

And I was able to prove

the link between nurturing and genetic expression.

- That's great news. - Yeah.

Well, in the retrovirally induced

myeloid leukemia in rats.

No way, Elia. Congratulations.

You're going to cure cancer.

What did doctor Green say about your dissertation?

What did you want to tell me?

You don't know?

I thought about what we talked a few weeks ago.

What do you want to talk about?

I am--

Why are you acting weird?

I'm not acting weird, Eli.

I'm only sure it's time.

For what you want.

For what I want.

And what's really convenient to us.

Don't you think?

Mhm.

I think we shouldn't beat around the bush.

And--

Will you marry me?

- Ro! - Eli.

Come here, my love.

Why did you do that to me?

- Do you want to or not? - I do.

Where do I put this? I don't know!

Come here.

I love you.

Everything will be alright.

STRAIGHT