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[groaning]

Are you looking for this?

You took quite a nap.

Give me that, Uncle.
Don't be a fool.

I'll give it back
when you leave my house.

Besides,
what do you want it for?

It was completely useless.

Did you at least learn your lesson?

- What lesson?
- About being humble.

You wanted to do more
than you're capable of.

You doubled down,
felt like a macho man,

and that 110-pound girl knocked you out
in a few seconds. Amazing.

No, it wasn't anything like that.

Besides, that stuff is illegal.

It's a stun gun.

But you're fine.
You look good, you may go home.

You'll go and see...
Yeyela, Yaimin and Yola.

- Yamila, Yazmín and Yaira.
- That's right.

But you must leave tonight.

First you use me and now you dump me.
So nice of you, Uncle.

But in order to use you,
you should have been useful

and you failed miserably.

You have no reflexes, Maxi.
I'll pay you regardless.

Not what we agreed upon,
because you failed.

But I'll give you something
because you tried. Is that alright?

Well, I'll go get icecream for tonight.

I want caramel.

No, I'm having dinner tonight,
not you.

- What am I gonna eat?
- There are two slices

of yesterday's pizza
in the fridge.

You have red eyes,
you need to get some drops.

[thud]

I told you,
you have bad reflexes.

Beba, it's me.

I brought ice cream for tonight.

Whisky Kinotos and Super Zabaione.

Where are you?
Beba?

Bebita?

Are you in the bathroom?

Have you started cooking yet?

You have to boil the beef belly
or it'll be chewy.

Beba! Bebita!

My God, no, Beba!

[theme music]

[buzzing]

THE BOSS 2

Here's Beba's ID.

Oh, thanks.

I'm sorry to bother you,

it's just that...

I didn't know what to do,
I was frozen in place.

Don't worry, Eliseo.

Do they know the cause of death?

The medical examiner told me
that because of Beba's age

and the medication she was taking...

she went into cardiac arrest
due to heart failure.

Was she in pain?

Eh... No, no.
I would say she wasn't.

It was really sudden.

Of course.

Well...

She was a little swollen.
Is that normal?

Uh... yeah.

Yes, that is normal.
The body swells due to gas accumulation.

I'm sorry you saw her
in that state, Eliseo, okay?

Excuse me.

I saw her mouth open like this...

What's that? Her eyes were...
Why is that?

[clears throat]

I'm really sorry, Eliseo.
I know she was some kind of friend to you.

Some kind of friend?

She was a very close friend.

My best friend.

Yeah.

[somber music]

ITALIAN MODEL COFFINS

MAN:
We have the high-end model,

the premium model,
the special model...

- and the economic model.
- ELISEO: Uh-huh.

After being cremated,

is it possible to resell the coffin?

MAN: Cremation of the loved one
in the coffin of choice is the norm.

Oh, Let's get the economic one then.

If everything gets on fire...

ELISEO: No way.

- Religious or secular ceremony?
- Secular.

- [scribbling]
- Flower arrangements?

No, there's a guy here on the corner
who has a shop,

he gives me good prices,
he'll bring two or three vases.

Don't worry.

Here's a list
of different catering companies.

Catering? Do we need catering?

No, forget about catering.

I'll bring some sandwiches
and some soda.

This is overpriced.
No, forget about it.

MAN: After the ceremony,
will the ashes be kept in the house,

will they be placed in a family crypt
or will they be scattered

in a meaningful place?

In the case I spread the ashes somewhere...

do I still have to buy the urn?

I have these pairs of pants.

She loved blue
and it also matches with anything.

These are harder to match,

but she liked them because
they made her ankles look slimmer.

I would go for the blue ones.

- I find them more sober.
- Yes, it could be. Yeah.

Okay, let's go with the blue ones.

I think they would match perfectly
with this white blouse.

And so the top matches the bottom,

this light blue sweater
without buttons.

It looked beautiful on her.

And on top of that,
this crochet jacket.

- Isn't the jacket too much?
- But she made it herself.

And she loved it because she said
it hid the width of her back.

If you looked at her form the front,
she was slim,

but from the back,
my darling looked like a camel.

As you wish.

Let's do the crochet jacket.

What are you writing?
A speech?

I need to write an obituary
for the paper by noon.

Where's your shirt?
You should be leaving by now.

- Come on.
- Leave? Forget about it, Uncle.

Forget about it?
We agreed you would leave, Maxi.

MAXI: How can I leave
during such a sensitive time for you?

We're family, dammit.
Your friend just died.

Do you think
I'm one of those motherfuckers

who walks away and leaves
their loved ones alone? No.

I'll stay
and I'll give you moral support.

I need no moral support,
I need you to leave.

It is not up for discussion.

I don't forget my people, you know?

Careful if you go downstairs,
Morris could see you.

Tomorrow after the wake
you will leave, no matter what,

- understood? Okay.
- Understood.

- Uncle, can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

What's in that locked room?

That's none of your business.

And tomorrow
the vacations are over, okay?

I want it parallel to the windows.

If you could move it
a tiny bit to the right, please.

Let's see.

Maybe there.

- WORKER: Is this alright?
- No.

No, it's not right.
You missed the mark a little bit.

Now, move it a little to the left, please.

ELISEO: Let's see.

I think it's aligned right there.

I don't think so.
It's still crooked.

Just a tiny bit.
Like half an inch to the right.

Just a little bit.

Just a little...
There! There you go.

Good. I think it's aligned.

- Thank you, Mr. Ventura.
- I'll see you later.

- Goodbye.
- Eliseo.

First of all, I want you to know
that I am at your absolute disposal

- for whatever you need.
- Thank you.

You can count on me.
Call me.

I'm just gonna ask you
to get the coffin out of the hall.

- Excuse me?
- It's because of Kiara, my girl.

When my mother died,
rest in peace,

Kiara didn't want to go to the wake
and I obviously forced her to.

What happened? She went mad
when she looked at the coffin.

I had to take her
to the emergency room

and they told me she had a crisis,
a panic attack,

that shit that happens nowadays.

Of course, poor girl.
That won't happen, though.

The funeral service people
already went away

and they won't come back
until later to take her away.

So don't worry.
Besides, we already had a wake here.

- Do you remember Slavsky?
- Yes, you're right.

- His wake was in here.
- I remember.

But Kiara was a child
and she must have not noticed.

Possibly. Well, tell Kiara,
who's already an adult,

to stay home
and when the ceremony ends,

she may come down.
Or she can get out through the garage,

to avoid seeing the coffin
and getting anxious, what do you think?

Let's do something, Eliseo.

Let's pretend you didn't say
such a stupid thing.

Do you think
you're going to tell me

what my daughter can or can't do
in her own home?

I'm really sorry about that.

I apologize, Renato,
I didn't mean that.

Good.
What do we do about the coffin?

She's an anvil!
What did Grandma eat?

More respect, please!

Yes, respect and speed
because my arms are giving up.

- Where are we taking her?
- To her apartment.

Here through the elevator.
Hold her, hold her.

Easy! Don't tilt her like that.

I'm sorry, Bebita.
Let's keep moving.

I think we should tilt her diagonally.

No, it won't fit.
We have to place it up right.

The body is not tied down,
it will hit the cover.

It doesn't matter,
Grandma doesn't feel anything anymore.

My God!

Well, I know where to go.
Move that way.

Let's take her to the Meeting Room.

Let me just close the door.

[grunt]

Use your strength down there.
Come on.

- Come on.
- [grunting]

There's a table here. Come this way.

Little steps.

Here. Over here.

Please go and get a table for this side.

Right there.

[grunting]

- There you go.
- Damn!

Look for the holders downstairs, Miguel.

- What about the chairs?
- No, no chairs.

The ceremony will be held in the hall.

If someone wants to pay their respects,
they can come here.

- See you later, Grams.
- If you're coming, just behave.

I'm not in the mood
to deal with shit today, okay?

Don't get huffy, man.
I just did it for you to loosen up.

Stop making jokes and leave.

Well...

- Thanks for understanding.
- Don't mention it.

[mouths curses]

[piano music]

Beba.

I would like to sincerely thank you
for your presence

to come and say goodbye
to my dear friend.

Here's a QR code.

You can access an account
from your cell phones

for those of you
who wish to help...

cover the expenses we've had
in this beautiful ceremony.

I'll leave it here.

And I would like to share with you

something that I have written myself.

And it reads...

Goodbye, my dear Beba.

Rest in peace.

Your naps can now be
as long as you want them to be.

You left in peace
without realizing it...

and without saying goodbye.

Be strong, Eliseo.

Now you will finally be reunited
with your daddy and mommy,

perhaps on a cloud.

And when the rainbow comes out,

I'll know it's you,
smiling down on me from the sky.

[sniffling]

[clears throat]

[sniffling]

I don't feel so good.

I kind of hyperventilated,
I'm going to get some air.

My. Can you take it from here, sir?

ELISEO:
You could deliver a few words.

You'll do great.
Excuse me.

Thank you, Galurdiel.

I got dizzy.

[thud]

[metallic noises]

Physical aggression is an ugly thing.
I don't recommend it.

What the fuck are you doing?

Did you go mad?
How can you go downstairs like that?

What do you want me to answer first?
What the fuck am I doing,

did I go mad, or how
can I go downstairs like that?

- Don't get smart with me.
- Listen, Uncle,

them seeing me is not as bad
as them seeing what I've just found.

This is the floor.
Excuse me.

[metallic noises]

[thud]

Next time don't leave a guy like me
alone in your house

with a weak lock like this one.

Let me tell you,
I can open it with my eyes closed.

What a nice place you got here.

With cameras and everything.

We could have a nice group work
in here, you know?

You keep an eye on them
and I rob them.

What the fuck do you care
what I do?

Listen, let's do something.

From now on we will speak to each other
with respect. Huh?

This way we can clear the picture
and see how we proceed.

How we proceed with what?

Well, it's obvious that something
has to change, right?

Enough with your selfishness.

From now on
we're all going to live in harmony.

I think the best way
is a fixed monthly amount,

a percentage of your salary.
What do you say?

How much money are we talking about?

Thirty percent.

No way.

I'll give you five percent.

You're so stingy, man.

Less than 20 is an insult.

Twelve, no more.

Fifteen percent.
We're both more or less satisfied.

Fifteen. Under one condition:
You're leaving right now.

Everybody is in the hall,
this is the moment.

You'll leave through the garage

and you will never set foot

in this building ever again.
Is that clear?

If I don't get the money
between the days first and fifth...

you and everybody else

will see me here, is that clear?

Well, to be honest, we always find death
rather unfair to us.

Especially for women like Beba, when...

there're plenty of bastards around
still alive.

But well, we must be realistic too.

We'll have to die eventually.

It's impossible to live so many years.

And there's no pension
that can last that long.

- He's a jackass.
- Such a moron.

Besides, we don't know
if Beba didn't want to die,

because we tend to be selfish...

and we wish others lived forever.

But we have to live life
with such a decrepit body.

When you look in the mirror,

you're but a shadow
of what you once were.

You don't recognize yourself.

You look like shit.

It's so nice to meet again, you know?

- It makes me really happy.
- Yeah, sure.

- Go away.
- Don't close up to familial love.

- Again, I'm sorry for your loss.
- Sure. Go.

I won't give you a dime, you idiot.

MARIA: Lord,

we entrust to you the soul
of your beloved Beba,

and we beseech you,
Jesus Christ, savior of the world,

do not deny her entrance
into the patriarch's embrace.

Give her eternal rest.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Maria Pia.

But Beba was not Christian.

- She wasn't?
- No, she didn't believe in anything,

she was an atheist.
Staunchly so.

- Oh, I'm so sorry!
- No, please.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- You didn't have to.

- I never thought...
- Maria Pia, please.

You didn't have to know.

Please.
Everything's okay.

Relax.

Those were some beautiful words nonetheless.

Well, if somebody else
wishes to say their goodbyes

- to my dear Beba...
- Me, Boss.

Of course, Grandpa.
Right away,

I'll be with you.

ROMAN: Thank you.

Good evening, everybody.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

My name is Roman Loyola,
and I joined...

Beba...

uh...

in a very loving story.

I was married

but that didn't stop us from starting...

a relationship... Bah!

that was mainly sexual, you know?

ROMAN: Yeah. Yeah.

She was insatiable.

- [murmuring]
- ROMAN: Insatiable.

She really liked to fuck in the morning.

- Well, that's enough, Grandpa.
- Yeah. No, wait.

Her specialty was something
that few women can do.

It was called... The Egyptian Tomb,
which consisted of the following,

the man, with his erect penis,

stands underneath the woman

so the woman was able to twist
into different...

Stop it, sir.
You are very confused.

- You're confused.
- No, no. She was like that.

- I'm telling you.
- ELISEO: You must be tired.

She was a seven,
regarding her body.

But an eight if I drank something.

- ROMAN: But...
- [murmuring]

Her attitude was a ten!

Never a headache,

she was always willing.

In that sense,
I just came by and asked her:

"Are we gonna fuck, Bebita?"

And she said:
"Of course we're gonna fuck!"

- Miguel, please.
- "How are we not gonna fuck?"

Call a taxi for the man
and get him out of here.

She had a standard ass,
but she looked good from afar.

I can tell you,
she looked really good from afar,

because you could say:
well, her tits...

My God!

My apologies, uh...

Does somebody else
wish to add anything?

And if someone wishes
to say their last goodbye,

please do it with dignity and respect
in the meeting room.

ROMAN: I remember when she began
to touch me under the table.

I'm sorry about this uncomfortable moment
we're all going through.

ROMAN: I got hard as a bone!

Thank you for coming.

How could I miss coming
to say goodbye to my best friend?

I didn't know you were so close.
I never saw you around here.

That's because
she usually came to my house.

But we mainly talked on the phone.

Every night.
No matter what.

That's how we kept each other company.

Oddly enough,
she never told me about you.

Despite having such a nice bond.

She did talk about you.

How could she not?
I was her best friend.

What did she say about me?

Nothing.
It doesn't matter.

It does matter.
What did she tell you?

Let's leave it at that.
It's...

Look, it's not
that she didn't like you,

she really cared about you.

But?

But she didn't know

whether you were just pretending
or not.

- Pretending what?
- [sigh]

Pretending to be someone odd.

You are someone
who perhaps can't be fully trusted.

Goodbye, Bebita.

I'm so sorry about your loss.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me, Eliseo.
- Yes?

I'm Julia Nazario, notary public.

Oh. From the next-door building, right?

- Exactly. Can we talk for a moment?
- Yes.

Yes, of course.

- [thud]
- Mm...

- Were you two close?
- To whom?

To Beba.

Oh! Yeah...

- Close friends even.
- Mmm...

Well then maybe it's not the best time
to bother you with this. Later.

Bother me with what?

I still have a few questions
about what happened the other night.

What questions?

I spoke to a friend
in the Security Department.

He got me the footage
from the corner camera.

The guy who robbed me...

drives a '91 grey pick-up truck
from Cañuelas,

under Claudia Bustos's name.

She is detained
in Florencio Varela's 54th prison.

We suppose she's the guy's girlfriend.

You moved fucking fast.

LUCILA: The weird thing is...

that the camera caught
that same pickup truck

on several occasions
prior to that night.

I don't see anything strange with that.
Why does it seem strange to you?

They guy was obviously
scoping out the area.

It wasn't random, he was targeting me.

I don't see it so straight forward.

The weirdest thing of all...

the car was parked
just around the corner.

And this morning it was still there,
no one went looking for it.

But I just passed by
and it's no longer there.

You waited for the cops, right?

- MATIAS: Of course. Yes.
- Yeah.

MATIAS: The cops came,
they took the guy to the hospital.

I guess he was hospitalized

given that he hasn't come
to get the car.

Besides, with the electric prod
you used on him...

Did you ask the officer
for the plate number?

Did you get his patrol number
or anything?

I didn't think it was necessary.

Police say they have no record
of any unit

being requested from this address
that night.

That's so weird!

You really find that weird?

Bureaucracy in this country
is a disaster.

They must have scratched the log
and that is outrageous.

Beba's wish was for you
to get the news as soon as possible.

What news?

- May I read?
- Yes, of course.

"City of Buenos Aires,
March 12, 2022.

My name is Beba Montes de Oca,

my ID number is 3,488,760.

I am single and have no offsprings,

therefore, it is my will
to name my friend,

Eliseo Omar Basurto,

with ID number 12,913,910

as my sole and universal heir,

leaving him all my possessions

- which include...
- Excuse me.

I don't understand...
Beba left everything to me?

Exactly. Everything.

[piano music]

Mind you, it's not a lot.

Basically, it's this apartment
and a little bit of money, but...

but yeah,
it's all yours.

Son of a bitch!
He hit it big in life!

The biggest perk
a concierge can get.

- And how do you know?
- [sigh]

Julia Lazario, the notary,
lives in my building.

GOMEZ: When I asked her why she came,
she told me everything

in confidence.
So you better... keep quiet.

Of course. Until Eliseo tells me,
I don't know anything.

What's the deal now?

- About what?
- I mean, if Eliseo becomes an owner,

- shouldn't he stop being the concierge?
- Mmm...

You mean conflict of interest.
Not necessarily.

The concierge's bylaw
doesn't say anything about it.

Oh. Well then.

It will be up to Eliseo then.

But if he decides to step down,
I'm sure...

I'll be called to replace him.
I have to get ready right now.

Oh, you are quick on your thought, huh?

He trained you well.

Nonetheless,
you just need to know

that you have to get along

with the ones upstairs.

If Eliseo already thought highly
of himself,

he's gonna get worse.

So you thought I was a little odd,
huh, Beba?

You should have told me to my face.

I want to thank you, regardless...

for the apartment. My.

You shouldn't have.

And to thank you
for that beautiful gift you gave me,

I will give you something in return.

I'll tell you the truth...

about Clarita.

Something I never told anyone before.

Clarita didn't die.

[chuckle]

I met her when we were kids.

We lived in the same block
in Cañuelas.

We dated for a long time.

We got married.

We moved to live here in the capital.

And after six months
of being here with her...

I got a job here in the building.

We were going to move here together.

But then I felt she was acting weird.

I don't know.

[laugh]
Clara became distant.

She always had errands to run,
she went out all dressed up.

I thought this was weird.

And one day...

I'm not proud of what I did,

I followed her.

I wanted to know her whereabouts.

I began following her...

I see her getting in a car,

I couldn't see who was driving.

And they get inside a motel, Beba.

I almost died.

She broke my heart.

I was madly in love with that woman.
I was shocked.

Why?

You know what I did?

I was like:
"I'm going in.

I want to see her...

face to face, for her to look me
in the eye and say something."

So I went in.

You know
who she was cheating on me with?

With my sister.

[scoff] I...

I didn't know how to react.

I reacted badly.

I said: "I will never...

see her again in my life.

Neither her nor my sister."

And so I did.
Never again.

That's the truth, my dear Beba.

Clara didn't die.

She cheated on me with my sister.

That's the truth.

Or maybe not.

And that's yet another one...

of my lies.
Didn't you use to say that?

That I was not a reliable guy.

Go without knowing for sure, darling.

Rest well, Beba.

[theme music]

THE BOSS 2

Translation by: Ana Alba