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We could've lasted a lifetime together.

With you, I couldn't...

Sexually, I mean. Don't make me say it.

IN THE PREVIOUS EPISODE

I never reached the climax.

You told me about tantric sex.

-Are you thinking of doing it? -No.

[Nacho] Push out with your head and hips.

I have an app that tracks my devices, and it points right here.

I'll kill you, you motherfucker!

[Eliseo] Hi, Clarita? I'm calling to make you a proposal.

Want to have dinner at home?

Good morning, Eliseo.

Hello. You guys are back?

Yes, but this time the circumstances aren't so pleasing.

Why? What's up?

That's what we want to ask you.

What's up?

What's up with what?

Froilán Ravarotto, from Arismendi 1684.

He recently got fired for an alleged robbery.

Froilán, yes. I heard.

They caught him red-handed, mind you.

We shouldn't betray the trust the owners have placed on us.

He makes us superintendents look bad.

[Quiñones] Sure. We agree.

But recently, our colleague Ángel Garrido quit, too.

What's that got to do with it?

Two colleagues with a long track record suddenly lost their jobs

in the same neighborhood in less than a month.

It's strange.

I don't see the connection.

[Quiñones] No. Neither do we, for now.

But we must remain alert.

There's always some fucking company who wants to trample on the union.

And we can't let that happen.

That's why we're walking the neighborhood,

asking the guys if they saw anything weird.

All they have to do is call us.

-Is there anything you'd like to tell us? -No, nothing.

If I hear anything, I'll call you. Anything else?

-No, thanks. Shall we? -See you.

[♪ theme music playing]

THE BOSS 3

You must know that, in the company, I'm the only indispensable person.

Others come and go.

Your predecessor Froilán, for example, committed a theft.

What happened to him? He lost his job.

Geez, Eliseo, you don't need to tell me that.

Don't worry. You know me and you can trust me.

I'd never take or keep anything that isn't mine.

And speaking of keeping things, I don't want to keep this to myself.

So I want to say, while I look you in the eye,

that I'm very grateful.

Very grateful for the opportunity.

If there's one thing I've dreamed of all my life is to be a superintendent.

That's fine, but dreaming about being a superintendent isn't enough.

You must look and act like one. Your demeanor is fundamental.

Your attitude, your presence, your image.

For example, stand upright. Shoulders back.

There you go.

A man enters.

"Doctor Caparelli, how are you? How can I assist you?"

Please, repeat.

A man enters.

Mr. Caparelli, good morning. How can I assist you?

"Mr. Caparelli" sounds so tasteless. We have to call them by their title.

What if Caparelli has no title?

You say it anyway.

For someone who works in construction, you say, "How are you, Mr. Architect"?

-Understood? -Yes.

Someone who's in healthcare, "Hi, Doctor."

Doctor. Of course.

No one's gonna get upset about a title they don't have.

But do it with conviction, Gabriel. Okay?

-Again? -Let's see.

He comes in.

Dr. Caparelli, good morning. How are you?

Always at your service, morning, afternoon and evening.

-That's it! I like that. -Yes.

-Very good, really. -Trust me, Eliseo.

How many superintendents are you managing?

Two, including you. I have my eye on three more.

Quico Morales,

50 years old,

former tennis coach, divorced, three kids.

He owes six months of child support.

-We got something here. -Sure.

César Dionisi, 33 years old. Paraguayan with Argentine citizenship.

He recently started dating Dallys Burgos Villalba,

also Paraguayan.

Currently, she's undocumented. We must help this woman.

Marta Lelia Percíncula, aka Martucha, 63 years old, widow.

She has three stents.

Celebrity autograph hunter.

Is that the Martucha from Zabala at the corner with Arismendi?

Yes.

Such an ass-faced old hag. Come on!

Why are you disrespecting the elderly? I don't like that.

-My bad. -We're talking too much, Gabriel.

Carry on with your work.

Always clean from top to bottom.

Never bottom to top, or you won't remove all the water drops.

-Let's see. Slowly. Good. -From top...

Those crows from the union were here.

It seems that way.

Do you think they came on their own? Or did a little rat call them?

Who knows?

Maybe I'm talking to a sewer rat and I haven't noticed.

-I don't think so, right? -No, forget it. I'm no snitch.

I solve my own problems, as you do,

without having to call anyone.

That's good.

So do you have a problem right now?

I don't know. We'll see.

Clarita, how are you?

I wanted to ask you if you have any allergies or food restrictions,

because I'll be making Saturday's dinner.

Well, let me know whenever you can. Big kiss, see you.

The lunch box gets moldy. I have to go get it.

-Mrs. María Pía, Gonzalo. Glad to see you. -Hello.

-Since you're here... -Yes.

The other day, I heard you were looking for a maid.

-Did you find one? Are you still looking? -We're still looking.

Really? I think I've got the perfect girl for you.

Wonderful. Who is she?

The wife of a superintendent who works in the neighborhood.

She's trustworthy.

[sighs]

Hey, Martucha.

Long time no see. I'll just take a second of your time.

-No, get away from here. -What?

Who the hell do you think you are to call me Martucha?

-What? -For you, it's Marta Lelia Percíncula.

And get out of my sidewalk or I'll hose you down, you insolent rat.

We've known each other all our lives. What's wrong?

Exactly, and I was waiting for the day you'd come to try to screw me over.

-That's the kind of man you are. -No.

Go to hell, you and your shitty company.

-Get out of here! -But, Marta...

-Out! Come on! -Please!

-Beat it! -But, Marta!

Screw you, old hag.

She got all my feet wet, that old bitch.

-[keyboard clacking] -[knocking on door]

What are you doing here?

Using this chance now that your boss is busy

to take a peek at the office he set up.

-Excuse me. -What? No. Gómez, please.

I'm risking my job. What if Eliseo comes back?

Oh! Look at the burrow that little rat dug.

Please, just go. I don't want to lose my job. Really.

No whining.

I need a list of all the associations that held meetings with Eliseo.

And the estimates he gave them.

I appreciate it.

But I thought about it and I don't want to be involved in this.

So thank you for the offer, but no.

Eliseo is just one man. We are many.

You think it's better to stand by one man against many of us?

Or join us against one man?

[sighs]

I'll give you the list.

BIS BASURTO INTEGRAL SOLUTIONS

Let's hit some balls, no score keeping. I don't want to beat you.

-No, let's keep score. -You sure?

-Yes. -Okay.

-Which court? -There, number two.

[man grunting in distance]

-[Eliseo grunts] -[ball thuds loudly]

15-0.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[Morales grunts]

Good shot, Eliseo. Good.

30-0.

[straining]

40-0.

Game.

2-0.

-No! -4-0.

-Argh! -Set!

Tired? Don't you want to keep playing?

Come on. Yeah, I'm perfect. Let's go.

[Morales grunts]

-Out. -Okay.

No!

Damn it!

No!

Game, set, match.

Fuck me!

-You were a tennis coach. -Yes. And a very good one at that.

Until I had a very bad injury.

And my wife would bust my balls every day.

"You must quit tennis. Get a steady job."

I had to listen to her.

-Then you became a superintendent. -Yes, and what happened?

My new working hours wouldn't let me teach tennis.

Yes, what a shame, but that can be solved.

If you worked for me at Basurto Integral Solutions,

you could teach tennis as many times as you want, whenever you want.

It's good. It's a nice opportunity.

I don't know, Eliseo.

I'd lose my seniority, my contributions. The cost would be too high for me.

-True. It comes at a high cost. -Yes, that's what I'm saying.

Yes, but the benefits...

Because I can recommend you

to the foreign tourists who rent the apartments that I run

and sometimes ask about a tennis coach and I don't know what to tell them.

-They do? -Sometimes they do.

They're the real deal. They come with euros and dollars.

-That doesn't sound so bad. -No, on the contrary, it sounds great.

And it could help you cover

the child support you haven't paid in six months, right?

[sighs] It's a good opportunity. Think about it.

How do you know that?

Give me an answer when you can. Don't worry.

Bye, see you.

One more thing. I paid attention while you played.

Watch out. You give your opponent the advantage.

You stand too rigid when you return the serve with the backhand.

You have to position yourself for the ball and... bam!

And don't take your eyes off it. Okay? Watch out for that.

I'm off. Bye, dear. You're welcome.

[Eliseo laughs]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[machine beeps]

Let's see how this works.

Enjoy your meal, you glutton.

Daddy will put you to good use. You'll see.

Sure. Look, tell that moron

that his hand is too small to try and grab me by the balls, will you?

No, I'll call you back.

Morning, Eliseo. How are you?

Good morning, Congressman. I'm good. Thanks for asking.

How's Faustino?

Cuter than ever.

-He's doing well. -What a cute kid.

He really is.

-I heard about your company. -Yes.

Good for you.

I bet on our country.

It's my little contribution during this difficult socioeconomic moment

that all Argentinians are going through, so I'm doing my best.

-Wonderful. You're doing great. -Thanks.

Now, a little birdie told me

that the owners' associations are saving a lot of money thanks to this.

This birdie showed me the numbers and all.

So I don't know... Can't you do the same here?

No. It wouldn't be ethical.

I can't offer the association the services of a company that belongs to me.

That's what Dr. Zambrano would do. He always profited from the building.

But not me.

But you got a sweet deal having me here,

because the know-how I acquire with my company,

I then apply it here in the building, free of charge.

Not so free of charge. We're paying you a lot of money.

And what about the money you save with me?

Remember Miguel, the superintendent's assistant?

And Marchetti, the security guy?

They both were dismissed and were not paid any severance, nothing.

Grippo, the gardener, he cut his salary 40%.

Suárez Esquivel, the pest control guy. You know how much discount he gave us?

How much?

Zero. Where's Suárez Esquivel? Out.

I replaced him with another guy who charges 45% less.

-I can go on if you want? -No, it's okay. I get it.

-Well, I have to go. I'll leave you... -I just want to ask you one thing.

Does the birdie who gave you the numbers have a name?

See you, Mr. Eliseo.

Dallys, how was your first day? Are the bosses nice?

Yes. Thank you so much for getting me this job.

Please.

Here's your part.

No, you don't have to give me anything, Dallys.

-Please, that's yours. -Okay.

Don't forget the appointment I got you on Monday with Immigration

so you can get your residency.

You have to bring your criminal records from Paraguay and Argentina, okay?

Yeah, I got all the documents ready.

Perfect. When we have the proper residency papers,

I'll talk to María Pía to hire you formally.

You're a saint, Mr. Eliseo.

Thank you for everything you're doing for us.

-No problem. Look who's here. -[honks horn]

César came for me. Well, see you.

-See you, Dallys. -Bye.

-Say hi to César. -I will.

See you.

Bye. Nice people.

With all my love Chirolita

No, not like that.

Not like that. I don't like it, Eliseo.

Slowly. You can do it.

Make the "C" wider. There.

The "I."

Good, Eliseo.

The loop on the "A."

Slowly.

The stroke goes down...

which indicates insecurity...

and an introspective personality.

I think it's fine. Let's see?

Now I got it.

Very good.

-Garrido, how are you? -Eliseo.

-[Martucha] Hello? -Good morning, Marta.

Sorry to bother you on a Saturday. It's me again, Eliseo.

[Martucha] You again? This is harassment!

I'll report you to Sub Inspector Calamanti from Women's Services.

January 13, 1974.

A ten by five picture in perfect condition

autographed by Ricardo Gamero, aka Chasman,

from Chasman y Chirolita.

[Martucha] What are you talking about?

I was saying that,

while I was cleaning the apartment I just inherited,

I found a bunch of autographs that Bebita must have been collecting.

I was about to throw them out and a colleague said,

"Marta also collects these."

I have lots, Marta.

I have Ricardo Bochini's, René Favaloro's,

Héctor Fernández Rubio's, aka Efraín from Señorita Maestra.

I have Pablito Codevilla's.

And, well, I've got the rare bird, Mister Chasman's.

What do I do, Marta? Should I throw them out or...

Come in.

[door buzzes]

Wow.

This is wonderful.

There's a whole world in here.

This one from Chasman and Chirolita is impossible to find.

How much for the whole set?

Nothing, Marta. It's a gift.

No way. Put a price or I don't want it.

Look, I gotta be honest.

I inquired about the price and the set is worth roughly $8,500 dollars.

But I can't charge you for it. I have special respect for you,

and also admiration, Marta.

Really? Why?

Because a woman like you

is rare in our line of work.

It's a very masculine line of work, Marta.

And very unfair to the people of our generation.

As time passes by and we get closer to our age,

we become disposable to them.

We are.

It's the same with racing horses, Marta. As they age...

[♪ melancholy music playing]

they take them to the slaughterhouse,

and they become mortadella.

What are you trying to say?

Marta, out of respect,

I won't ask how old you are, but how long until you retire?

A year, two?

I can already see the pricks in this building

rubbing their hands together waiting for that day

to tell you, "That's it. Turn in your apartment and go."

It's a death sentence.

And we don't have a family.

All we have is this job

that makes us feel...

useful, like we're worth something.

And these sons of bitches show up. Excuse my language, Marta.

[sobs softly]

That's why I started my company, to fight this injustice.

I'll leave you the autographs.

In the end, we don't take anything with us from this life.

I'm glad you can have them.

Sorry for bothering you. Can you open downstairs, Marta?

Please, call me Martucha, okay?

[sighs]

[Martucha sighs deeply]

[Martucha sobs]

BIS

We're getting there.

[doorbell buzzes]

-Hi. -I brought supplies.

-Good. -What are you wearing?

What's wrong?

-No, not black. -What?

Not black, never black.

It's for the sentimentally handicapped. It's a turn-off, you know?

It is.

Wear a color to stimulate your libido, okay?

Orange, purple, red, eh?

-Go get changed, go on. -Really?

Bluefin tuna.

I'm making an all-aphrodisiac dinner.

Peruvian maca root.

Hot peppers,

which are vasodilators to make the blood flow where it needs to flow.

For things to get...

Okay.

Asparagus, avocado.

They're histamine-producing foods that delay the... [blows]

-Okay, just cook, please. -Okay.

Stop talking.

[♪ amusing music playing]

[sizzling]

[doorbell buzzes]

[Eliseo] Hello?

I'll be right there.

Perfect, this is ready to be served.

Go hide where I told you to.

-Come in. Welcome, ma'am. -Excuse me. Thanks.

-Love your style. -Okay. The elevator's that way.

Remember I wanted to open a nail salon?

Hmm.

I did. It went great. The first six months...

Then the whole mess of 2001 came. Everything went to hell.

I couldn't pay the employees, people stopped coming.

-I had to close down. -Sure.

Well then...

Then I did a little bit of everything.

Always in customer service.

-That's my forte. -Yes.

Until I started as an assistant

at the Department of Transportation and Urban Traffic

at the Ituzaingó City Council.

Hmm.

-I've been working there for 15 years. -Wow!

I don't have a great salary, but it's a permanent position.

Mmm-hmm.

Well then...

-Have you remarried? -No, I never remarried.

I did have two kids.

Yes, they're all grown now. They're men.

Their father disappeared. Never paid child support.

Luckily, I got them both a job at the council.

Well then...

There's more. You can have seconds if you want.

-No, I'm full. -Good.

You didn't cook before.

Well, for the last few years,

I've tried to instruct myself in different fields, interests.

You'd be surprised to see

how I perfected myself in areas I really cared about.

I'm so bad at cooking.

Well then...

Okay, now let's try some sweet dessert wine.

A late-harvest Semillon...

[imitates pop sound]

I'm keeping it cold right here,

in the ice bucket.

Oh.

And with this, the catering service ends.

If you want, I can show you

the other things I taught myself.

I don't want to mix drinks. Don't pour too much. I have to drive home.

Just a little.

There, enough, enough.

Here you are. Relax.

If you want,

you can sleep here tonight.

Hmm?

Well then...

[Clarita] Oh, Eliseo!

[thuds]

Oh, yes!

Oh, like that.

[♪ thrilling music playing]

Like that!

-[creaking] -[thudding]

[Clarita moaning]

[Clarita] There, Eliseo!

[chuckles]

Your dick's already gone soft?

-You didn't last long. -Shut up.

[chuckling]

Good.

Good.

-She seems quite satisfied. -No. We're just getting started, go on.

-Drink this. It'll hydrate you. -Yes.

Ginseng and guarana. It'll do you good. Some ginger too.

This is disgusting!

What's all this?

In my spare time,

I got into crafts and DIY.

I see.

But let's focus on what's important, please.

Now, the second round.

Now you'll start with The Oiled Katana. But as an appetizer. Like this.

Then, you switch to The Cuban Sherbet.

-That one's hard. -Yes.

And finish with The Pendulum.

-All three? -Yes.

Okay, all right.

Go, go, go.

[whispers] Focus.

-[thudding] -[Clarita moaning]

[creaking]

[Clarita moans louder]

Oh, you're killing me!

The Pendulum never fails.

[Beba chuckling]

You'll die, old geezer.

-You can't keep up. -Shut your hole once and for all.

That's it. I can't go on. [pants]

-Last round. -I can't do it.

Last round. Two more positions and you finish her.

Go in and do The Needle Stitch.

And to top it off with an extraordinary pincer work,

do The Southern Spider Crab.

-She'll never forget it. Got that? -Okay.

Perfect.

I'll leave now. Tell me how it went later.

Thanks for everything, Nachito.

-Thank you, dear. -No problem.

[Clarita] What? Again?

Good morning!

That's what I call a full service.

[Eliseo chuckles]

Well, that's me.

This is the new Eliseo. Take a seat, please.

[♪ piano music playing]

I'm sorry to say this, but...

these years have been so good to you.

You're a different man.

And last night...

I really...

I have no words.

Well, I'm glad.

Next time, at my place.

I can make you breakfast.

I don't think there'll be a next time, dear Clarita.

No, I hope this beautiful experience

has shown you what we could have had years ago.

I must confess that, right now, I can't have any relationship with you.

Not friendly, sexual, or emotional.

I propose we keep the memory of this wonderful night,

which is no small thing.

So finish your breakfast,

and I'll walk you out because I like to spend Sundays alone.

[♪ piano music stops]

Okay, have a beautiful Sunday.

You're still the same old son of a bitch.

Well then...

Prick.

[keys jangling]

[♪ sad piano music playing]

THE BOSS 3

[♪ theme music playing]

Translated by María Candelaria Irazoqui