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[music ends]

[soft music]

[man 1] Your daughter moved to
Spain, right?

[woman 1]
Yes, she left three weeks ago.

And here we are, managing as best we can.

[woman 2] So young.
Is she 22? 23?

[woman 1] Twenty.

[man 1] Did she leave with a job
or is she going to look there?

No, not a specific job, but she
left with some contacts.

Lola has a lot of friends there,

and surely they'll
find her something.

She'll end up
adapting for sure.

It's going to be hard for Lola
and for us.

Yeah, sure. Obviously.

How are we normalizing that
our children leave, run away?

It's terrible.

Yeah, at Ezeiza you see families
saying goodbye to their kids.

I came from Paris last week
and I saw it. So sad.

What a decline.

And they give you a thousand
problems with the paperwork

even just to work
as a waiter or nanny.

That's very wrong.

Because Spaniards forget

that we took in three
million Spaniards

who were fleeing
war and hunger.

- Italians too.
- [man 2] More.

We took in four
million Italians.

Now it's the other way around.
Kids here don't see a future.

Mind you, abroad
isn't that simple.

They have their issues too.

Well, in countries
that work,

there are things that
aren't debated anymore.

For me, there's no solution.

No, well, no,
as a group, no. It's true.

But individually,
the Argentine

runs circles around anyone.

It sounds like a cliché, but
no. It's true.

The Argentine alone, as
an individual, always stands out.

He's creative.

He solves any problem
with nothing. He's family-oriented.

We're supportive.
We have values.

I can't understand
how we can't

move forward as a country.

[party music]

Well...

Well, the party got going.

I'm going outside to smoke.

[party music continues]

[street sounds]

[street sounds continue]

[man shouting]

[man shouting]

[woman] Help!

[man]
Call an ambulance.

[woman] Oh, my God!
What happened?

[man] Don't move, man!

[man] Stay still.
Call an ambulance.

[woman] Help!

[street sounds continue]

[shouting continues]

[party music in background]

[party music rises]

[door closes]

[party music muffles]

[party music]

[ambulance]

[car horns]

[ambulance continues]

[party music]

[party music ends]

[radio]
But now Australia steals the ball

in the middle of
the field.

[radio] Long ball forward

for the player breaking through
into the box.

[radio] He shoots. Goal!

[radio]
Goal! Goal for Australia!

[radio]
Goal, goal, goal for Australia.

[radio] Incredibly.

[radio] Please! Terrible!

[radio] Australia three.
Argentina two.

[radio]
We're out of the World Cup.

[guard] Barrientos.

[soft music]

[radio continues]

- How's it going?
- How are you, buddy?

- All good?
- Nice night, huh?

- Well.
- Rest well. See you tomorrow.

Thanks. See you tomorrow.

You fucking idiot!
Asshole! You're such trash!

You're trash!

You're shit!

It's the same fucking thing all day!

The same fucking thing all day!

Huh?

Trash!

[distant barking]

[car window rolls down]

- Everything okay, ma'am?
- Me? Excellent. You?

I thought you needed something.

I don't know... Tell...
Tell me if I can help you.

Open up.

But tell me where we're going.

Wherever you go.

I'm freezing.
Can you turn the heat on?

It doesn't work.

But take my jacket.

I want to die.

Should I take you somewhere?
Do you want to go back home?

I wish that were my house!
It's not my house.

How can someone be so shady?

How can someone be
such a son of a bitch?

Go die, damn it!
You'll never see me again!

[woman sighs deeply
and sobs]

I'm hungry.

Take me somewhere to eat.

I don't have a penny on me,
though.

Hello, Adela.
You'll have to excuse me.

I need you to stay tonight too,
looking after my mother.

Something unexpected came up.

They asked me to
work an extra shift

and I'll probably
get back very late.

Don't worry.

I'll pay you extra
for the hours.

I was starving.

Where are we?

Is this already the province?

No. Liniers.

Tell me something about yourself.

Where do you work?

Very close to
where I picked you up.

- Really?
- Yes, at 1700 Madero.

That's my block.
Well, I mean...

The bad guy's house.

I'm in the security booth.

Half a block away.

You make a living by working.

Making a living by
working is what a man does.

You must be ten times more
of a man than that guy.

Who knows...

That bastard supports his ex-wife.

Buys her new tits,
a new ass.

I've never once seen him work.

Where does the money come from?

Do you think I'm stupid?
It has to come from somewhere.

No idea.

- Nobody knows.
- Nobody.

Now, if you ask me...
Does he have a life?

Is he happy?

- I don't know.
- Well... who knows.

[soft music]

Is Pueyrredón and Las Heras
close by?

No.
It's more back where we came from.

Should I take you there?

You're so handsome.

[upbeat electronic music]

[electronic music continues]

[music fades]

Come on, come in. Don't be shy.

No.

[elevator door closes]

- Hi, friend.
- How's it going? How are you?

- How's it going? Hi.
- Hi.

He is...

Panter, my friend.

- Nice to meet you.
- Delighted.

Exotic.

- Come in. Come in. Go ahead.
- Excuse me.

- Yes, please.
- Ah!

You don't drink much, do you?

Uh... No.
When I drink a little too much,

I get a headache.

[friend nods]

And how do you two know each other?

- Well...
- Life brought us together.

Yeah.

- Ah, okay.
- Yeah.

You know when you look
someone in the eyes

for the first time

and you understand everything?

Something like that, right?

- Maybe.
- No, not "maybe."

- That's how it is.
- That's how it is. That's what happened.

Yeah.

Doesn't he have an amazingly
beautiful face shape? Look at him.

- Yes, very virile.
- Really?

Yeah, I don't know. It's like
he has something... manly.

I think it's the mustache
that makes him kind of macho.

- Careful, I get jealous.
- No.

So what are you two, then?

Friends? Dating? A couple?

- No... I don't know.
- We're connected beings.

There you go.

- Are you fucking him, freaky?
- No, no.

No...

Don't be jealous.

Besides, there's enough
to go around for everyone.

[women moaning]

Come here.

Oh. Well.

[women laughing]

- There?
- Yes.

[women moaning]

Ah! Come on. Let's go to the room.

[women laughing]

Very good.

[laughter continues]

[woman] Come in.

[women moaning]

[moaning intensifies]

[moaning continues]

[woman] Panter!

[woman] Panter?

- [woman] Panter!
- [friend] Panter!

[woman] Panter!

No...

[woman]
Come on. Let's see if you're that macho.

[laughter]

- [woman] Panter!
- Over here...

- [woman] Come on, Panter.
- [friend] Come on.

[soft music]

[soft music continues]

[soft music rises]

[music ends]

[birds chirping]

Take your jacket. Thanks.

Oh. I think I caught a cold
last night.

I hope I didn't pass
some plague on to you.

Pass me whatever you want.

Bye, handsome.

[car door closes]

[house door opens]

[birds chirping continues]

[house door closes]

[birds chirping continues]

- How are you, Barrientos?
- Ah...

All good.

Well, over here everything's calm.
Nothing new.

Good.

See you tomorrow,
God willing.

Okay.

[soft music]

[soft music rising]

[music ends]

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music continues]

Maybe. Yes.

We'd have to study it.

Frankly, I'm not very convinced.

I also don't want this matter
to drag on,

you know?

Do we agree?

Uh-huh.

Coordinate everything with Milena.

She's the one who has the link
with the people at the ministry.

And I'm hanging up because
I'm getting to the restaurant.

I have a dinner with the people
from the Canadian lab.

So, well, we'll talk next week
if that works for you, okay?

All right. Hug.

[ambient music]

[elevator arrives]

- After you.
- Thank you.

Going up?

Yes.

Oh, are you going to 54 too?

To the restaurant?

Yes.

Excuse me.
You're Felipe Keller, right?

That's right.

I recognized you from the
magazine cover.

Ah.

You have such a beautiful family.

Thank you very much.

[suspenseful music]

Listen carefully.

I want 50,000 dollars
or I'll go downstairs screaming

that you tried to rape me.

- Ah. You're completely crazy.
- Wait.

Take it easy, Keller.

Look at it like a business,
with its costs and benefits.

I can call the police
in one second,

and this ends right now.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Yes?
- Yes.

Think about what the people
who see me walking out

of the elevator screaming will say:

"Oh, please.
Help me. He tried to rape me."

[suspenseful music continues]

You're making a huge mistake, kid.

Tomorrow, the stock...

Huge headlines:

"Felipe Keller accused
of sexual abuse."

It'll be the scandal of the year.

You're getting yourself into
a serious problem.

Yes, maybe.

Yes. But for you,
it'll be too late.

You'll lose everything,
even your family.

I saw photos of your wife
and children in the magazine.

Beautiful.

It really makes me want to puke.

You've already lost. Face it.

My alias is anita.91.

You're going to transfer it right now.

That transfer can't be made.

They're large amounts that...
There are validations that...

I know you can.
Don't take me for an idiot.

You're crazy.

Well then. We'll have to keep going
and deal with the consequences.

[suspenseful music rising]

What a piece of shit millionaire.

It's 50,000 dollars,
or your life goes to hell.

You have until the 54th floor,
Keller.

Forty-eight.

Forty-nine.

Fifty.

Stop it.

How nice to do business
with people like you.

Anita.91.

Done.

I hit "okay"
and send you your 50,000 dollars.

No. You know what?
The price just went up.

Now it's 100,000.

It's 100,000, rat.
For you it's nothing.

[suspenseful music rises]

[music stops]

It's over.
I'm not accepting this madness.

Do whatever you want.
I don't care.

Okay. Perfect.

In a few seconds,
the life you knew

is going to go to shit.

[Felipe Keller
breathes deeply]

[elevator dings]

[shouts] Help me, please!

This son of a bitch tried
to rape me! Do something!

- No, no.
- Do something!

- No, please. It's not true.
- Son of a bitch! Disgusting!

- How can you say...?
- You sick fucking rapist!

- It's a lie!
- What did you do?

[elevator dings]

[ambient music]

Going up?

No.

I'd better take the stairs,
work off my belly a bit.

[elevator dings]

[cheerful music]

[music ends]

Exchange. Dollar.

Euro. Real. Exchange.

Dollars. Reals. Euros.

Exchange. Exchange. Exchange.

Exchange. Exchange. Hey!

[in English] The best exchange
rate in the world.

[in English] The best! Right?

[in English] All right.

Exchange.

Exchange, exchange.
Dollars, reals.

Exchange.

Dollars. Reals.

[in Portuguese] That's a nice one.
Let's keep walking and looking.

[in Portuguese]
Hey! Brazilians?

- Yes.
- Hey! Come on!

We're Brazilian.

[in Portuguese] I have the best
exchange rate in the city.

- [in Portuguese] In the city?
- In the city.

[in Portuguese]
Come with me. Exchange?

Yes.

What city are you from?

- São Paulo.
- São Paulo.

[in Portuguese] A big city.
A lot of money.

[in Portuguese] Powerful city.
Big buildings.

- Do you know São Paulo?
- No, I don't know it.

[money counter beeping]

[money counter]

[beep]

[in Portuguese]
Perfect. Done, Guillermo.

The dollars?

Friend.

Perfect.

[in Portuguese]
Small change for shopping...

- Small purchases.
- Thank you.

[in Portuguese]
Big bills...

Perfect.

[coughs]

Excellent.

[in Portuguese]
I'd like to give you a gift.

[in Portuguese]
A gift? How lovely.

- Do you like dancing tango?
- Yes!

Of course!

[in Portuguese]
We love tango.

This is an extraordinary
tango venue.

[in Portuguese]
The best in the world.

Fifteen percent off.
It's in San Telmo.

I'd be happy to give it to you.

[in Portuguese]
That's great. Thank you.

[in Portuguese]
Very nice. Thank you.

I have another gift for you.

Not for you, Guillermo.
It's for Marisa.

Here. Look at this.

The Argentine Papita.

[in Portuguese] How nice! Thank you.

Please. My pleasure.

Just one question.
Marisa and Guillermo.

Pelé, Maradona, or Messi?

[in Portuguese]
That's a hard question.

But for me, Messi.

Messi, Guillermo. And Marisa?

[in Portuguese]
Messi too. I love him.

He's a very humble boy,
very beloved.

[in Portuguese] For me, Pelé.

Pelé is the best
player in the world.

Maradona was a great player,

but scoring a goal
with his hand is cheating.

As an Argentine,
I can't allow that.

And Messi is a great player.
He's brilliant.

But he's more Spanish
than Argentine.

For me, Pelé is everything.

His looks. He headed.
He played with both feet.

Excellent.
And his conduct, impeccable!

[in Portuguese]
But Messi is a genius.

[in Portuguese] Marisa, do you
like leather jackets?

[in Portuguese]
I love leather.

[in Portuguese] But now we're going
for a stroll, take a walk.

[in Portuguese]
Before we leave, we'll stop by.

[in Portuguese]
Not now. Another day.

- Not now.
- Thank you very much.

- I'll walk you out.
- Thanks.

[Guillermo] How nice he is!

Hello. Brazilian couple.

Him, blue jacket.
Her, green jacket.

They've split up the pesos
between the backpack, the purse,

and their coats.

He also has dollars in the
right pocket of his pants.

Oh! Bye! One second.

- Thanks! Kisses! Bye!
- Bye!

Thank you, very kind.

Enjoy yourselves!
Welcome to Buenos Aires.

[instrumental tango music]

[man] Hello. Okay,
guys. Let's be gentle, huh?

Thanks.

[tango music rises]

[music ends]

[playful music]

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to get some water.

[playful music continues]

[moaning]

[man] Oh!

Did we wake you, Dad?

No, son.
I was just going to get some water.

Motherfucker.

Ugh. I can't believe this.
This thing...

Can it be possible?
A family home.

But he shits on everything.

Fucking disgusting pig.

Oh, Nancy, what just happened
to me. Holy shit.

- What happened?
- I found him fucking.

In the living room.
You can't imagine the sight. My God.

You can't laugh.

I want to die. Goddamn it all.

Come on. Turn it off.

But what the...

- [Nancy breathes deeply]
- [man] Oh...

[bed thumping]

Ugh. He's going for another round.

What a disgrace. He's 40 years old.

He's 39, Oscar.

Same thing, Nancy.
Don't kid me.

I'm not kidding you.

I agree.

But in some way,
we're to blame.

We've enabled him all his life.

Well, that's it. Enough.

He can't keep
living in this house.

Every time we hinted at it,
he played dumb, so...

Well. Look, look.
He's still going. Bam, bam, bam!

Tomorrow I'll grab him
and that's the end of it.

[bed thumping speeds up]

[Nancy exhales]

[bed thumping intensifies]

[moaning]

[moaning and bed thumping end]

He's finished.

[playful music]

Here he comes.

Don't be hard on him, okay?

- Good morning.
- [Oscar] Uh. How's it going? Good?

- [Oscar] Good?
- [Nancy] Hi.

[Oscar laughs]

[playful music continues]

Did the girl leave?

She left very early.

Ah. What happened last night
was a bit much, right?

Sorry. My bad.
It started with some...

some foreplay,
some furious groping...

No need to give details,
but it was intense.

Is something wrong?

No. There will be,

but something nice, right?

Yes.

It's going to be very
nice for everyone.

[Nancy] Yes. Yes. Totally.

Dad wants to tell you something.

Dad and Mom.

- Dad and Mom. Yes.
- Dad and Mom.

[Oscar] Yes.

Look, Ariel.
I'll be direct and not beat around the bush.

We think you should
move out and live on your own.

[playful music continues]

- Why?
- Well...

because you're almost 40, son.

You've lived with us
your whole life.

I think it would be
really good

for you to have the
experience of living alone.

[Oscar] It's nice.

I understand it's not
the most normal thing.

- It's not the most normal thing.
- And what is the most normal thing?

Moving out at 20, 30, 40?

Those are just social expectations.
I'm... I'm great here.

You also have to think
about Mom and Dad.

We want to live
our own life too.

Do I bother you that much?

- No, son.
- No! Not at all.

Where am I going to be
better taken care of than here?

It's not about being
taken care of or not.

It's not about that.

It's about you being able
to go through...

the experience of being
alone in a place,

in a space, in a house.

In a...

Having your privacy.

I don't have the money
to live on my own either.

You know that.

That's not the problem.
We'll always help you.

Always? At first.

Not always.

You can count on us
for the money part. Hmm?

But think about it, Ariel. It's...

What we're proposing to you
is a great experience.

Mind you.

You won't have the eyes
of two old people

monitoring you
all the time

to see what you did,
whether you peed on the toilet seat,

whether you left clothes lying around...

Do whatever you want.
Total independence.

Freedom.

[music ends]

[ticking]

All right.

[Nancy and Oscar
exhale in surprise]

Let's try it.

Oh, love of my life.

Let it be clear that
I'm perfectly fine here.

But of course, we know that.

[melancholic music]

[Nancy]
You were leaving without the guitar.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye.

Behave yourself, okay?

Go on. Come on.

[melancholic music continues]

You got me, friend?

There you go.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, my son.

Bye.

[music ends]

[ticking]

[footsteps approaching]

Why are you awake?

I miss the fatso.

Idiot.

[melancholic music]

[news music]

Here the neighbors are gathered,

demanding more security.

We're going to try to talk
to some of them.

Sir, today an old man was robbed.

A lifelong neighbor.

[rolling r]
Poor Mr. Roco.

[rolling r]
They didn't just rob him.

They left his face
looking like a bell pepper.

How much longer
are we going to keep this up?

[rolling r]
They robbed the parish of

four gas cylinders.

Nobody says anything.

It's terrible, sir.

This is a lawless zone.

The neighbors...

- Sons of bitches.
[police siren]

- [neighbor 1] Shameless!
[neighbor 2] Get lost, pig!

- [neighbor] Now they show up.
[neighbor] Look.

Of course. They drive by because
they see a camera,

and they start up the car
like nothing happened.

[rolling r]
The thief has to know.

You come into my house,
what do I do? Bang, bang, bang!

- I fucking kill you.
- Get out of here, old fascist.

What do you mean old fascist?
Go fuck your...

- Calm down.
Come here.

- Calm down.
- You called me an "old fascist."

Oh, my God.
Sir, we can't take it anymore.

That's why I suggest
that the neighbors get together

and crime will end.

[rolling r]
I say to the thief:

Jump the wall, thief.
Jump it.

I'll be waiting for you,
sitting right here.

You came into my house,
bang, bang, bang!

I fucking kill you.

[rolling r]
Bye, thief.

- That's it. Right or not?
[neighbor] He's right.

- Security!
- Security!

- Security!
- Security!

And this is how

the neighbors of Villa Ballester
in the district of San Martín

protest against insecurity
in the neighborhood.

- Security!
- Security!

[rolling r]
They broke into the Carranzas'.

Peace lasted a week.

[rolling r]
They robbed again.

- Oh yeah?
- Motherfucker.

[rolling r]
The hardware store owner told me

they cleaned out
his house, Gladys.

They ate all his food,
drank I don't know how many wines.

And one of them took a shit
right on the dining table.

Oh, enough, please.
We're eating.

As if it were my fault.

You already know.
If I'm not here and they come in,

the stash is
in the wooden duck.

You give it to them and that way
those thieves leave quickly.

Okay, enough.
I know all that, Aníbal.

Can we eat talking
about something else?

Yes, sure, sure. Yes, yes, yes.

But you already know.
If they come in when I'm here...

Bang, bang, bang!

[crickets]

[snoring]

[ticking]

[intruders' noises in the distance]

[thud]

[barking in the distance]

[thuds]

[tension music]

[indistinct voices]

[thud]

[forced entry noises]

[window opens]

[indistinct voices]

Hold this. Come on, come on, come on.

[thief 1] Look there.

[thief 2] No, there's nothing here.

- There's nobody, idiot.
- They're all asleep.

[tension music]

[indistinct objects]

Come on, come here. Come on, come on.

Wake up!

[thief 1]
Where's the money?

[Gladys sobs]

[Gladys]
In the duck, the wooden duck.

[thief 1]
What duck are you talking about? Come on.

[thief 2] Cooperate.

[Gladys] Over there. In that ornament.

[Gladys] That duck!

[thief 1] Here's the duck.
Where's the money?

- [thief 1] Where is it?
- [Gladys] Inside the duck!

[thief 1] Lock her in.

- [Gladys] No!
- [thief 2] Move it, old lady!

[thief 2]
Give me the ring, old lady!

[Gladys] Yes.

[thief 2]
You stay quiet.

[Gladys] Yes.

[thief 1] Lock her in!

[door slams]

[tension music rises]

[thief 1] Take the TV.

[Gladys] Aníbal!

[Gladys]
What are you doing? Where are you?

[knocking on door]

[Gladys] Aníbal!

Sons of bitches!
You're never coming back here!

[three gunshots]

[barking]

[rolling r]
Shitty thieves!

[gunshot]

[barking continues]

[gunshot]

It's me, Gladys.
It's me. Calm down. It's me.

Did they hurt you?

- I gave them the stuff from the duck.
- You did very well.

I riddled them with bullets.
Forget it.

[rolling r] Shitty thieves.
They won't bother us anymore.

They'll think twice
before entering a house.

[rolling r]
The look of terror on their faces.

You have no idea.

You know how I am, Gladys.
I don't hesitate.

I looked at them. Bam!

I shot one of them in the leg.

The other one, I hit him in the shoulder.
They were trembling with fear.

[rolling r]
They ran off.

[Aníbal breathing hard]

Bam, bam, bam!

[rolling r]
Bye, thieves.

[tension music]

[rolling r]
Bye, thieves.

[Aníbal cries]

[tension music rises]

[crowd]
Argentina! Argentina!

It's the penalty every kid
has dreamed of,

every kid who

learned to play
on vacant lots,

in the street.

There goes our Gonzalo.

[triumphant music]

Our gladiator.

With firm and steady steps

in the long and lonely walk

toward the decisive moment.

Today you become
a hero, kid.

Please, I'm begging you.

If he scores,

after 36 years,

Argentina will be world champion.

There he goes. There goes our Quixote.

Maradona is lighting your way
from heaven, kid.

In your right boot,
you carry the soul and the heart

of 45 million Argentines.

Come on, kid, for God's sake!

Come on. Grab the ball.

Messi crosses himself.

He looks at the sky.

Lloris stares him down.

Montiel places the ball
on the penalty spot.

Come on. He starts his run-up.

Take a deep breath. Come on, Gonzalo.

Please, I'm begging you.

[whistle]

Goal!

Goal!

[triumphant music continues]

Goal!

Argentina, world champion!

Argentina w...

Argentina, world ch...

[crowd]
Argentina! Argentina!

[inspiring music]

[employee] Are you ready to
meet your car?

[inspiring music continues]

The steering wheel is
wrapped in leather.

Behind it you have
paddle controls.

They let you switch
from automatic to manual.

[employee] There you have
the multimedia screen,

touchscreen,

which comes with built-in
voice control.

[employee] The information
from the onboard computer

you'll see projected as a
hologram on the windshield.

[employee] For example, tire
pressure, fuel.

[employee]
The GPS is central.

You can see it on the screen.

[employee] You can also
sync it with your phone.

[employee] Or use the vehicle's
software, which is very good.

Sir, are you listening?

Yes, dear.

There's...

a lot of personal effort here,

a lot of work

and a lot of sacrifice.

- [employee] Congratulations.
- Thank you.

[employee]
You have a splendid car.

And now... the moment has come.

Yes.

[employee] "Start."

[engine starts]

[cheerful music]

[computer]
What's the message?

Honey, I'm five blocks away.

Come downstairs,
I'm going to show you the beast.

[computer] I'm sending
your message to Mónica.

[computer notification]

[car approaching]

[car crashes]

Oh! Ah!

Oh, motherfucker!

Goddamn you to hell,

you son of a bitch.

- You wrecked my car.
- Sorry.

You fucking idiot.

My brakes went out.

Fucking asshole.

The original paint can never
be restored again.

Sorry. Sorry.

Not in twenty lifetimes could you
buy this car,

you filthy rat.

Look at the piece of shit
you drive.

Give me your insurance,
goddamn you.

Uh... I don't have insurance.

What do you mean you don't
have insurance, you shitty lumpen,

you irresponsible bastard?

[insistent honking]

Uh...

Forgive me.

- Huh?
- Aren't you Herrera?

[insistent honking]

Yes, Sergio Herrera.

[honking continues]

[honking continues]

No.

Ernesto?

Ernesto Antonuzi? No way!

Oh, man!

[insistent honking]

How are you?

Oh! I can't believe it!

Son of a bitch.
With the beard... you look the same.

How could I look the same?
It's been fifty years, Sergio.

- [driver] Move it!
- Hold on a second. You're honking, honking.

[driver]
Goddamn you!

You go to hell.

- Motherfucker.
- Are you in a hurry?

[Sergio] He hit my car.
And you're still insulting me. Deal with it.

I always remember when they caught us

with our arms all cut up
from cheating.

- Remember?
- Of course. We were two savages.

You did first year with me.

Then you switched schools.

I went to the one in Avellaneda. And
I think after that we never saw each other again.

- Do you still draw?
- No, no.

Drain unclogging and plumbing.

- Ah. So you're doing this.
- Yes, yes.

And do you work with the car?

I did. Look how it ended up.

Relax. No.

I'll say I braked suddenly.

You rear-ended me by accident.

So it'll be my fault. My insurance

will pay you. Forget it.

- And can that be done?
- It will be done.

Thanks a lot, Sergio.

You're crazy, Ernesto.

How wonderful.

Tell me about yourself.

Nothing.
Who knows... the...

[Sergio] I got married

to a classmate from
college, Mónica.

[Sergio]
I was on my way home now. And you?

[honking and
insults continue]

[Ernesto] It's a long story
that someday I'll tell you.

[cheerful music]

[honking and
insults continue]

[music fades]

[employee]
Let me park it for you.

[man] Thank you.

[ambient music]

[cell phone vibrates]

[young man] Excuse me.

Do you have some money
so I can buy something to eat?

[waiter clicks tongue] Hey, kid.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you have some money
so I can eat something?

I told you a thousand times
you can't do that here.

Take it easy, Beto. It's okay.

Go ahead.

What's your name?

Axel.

Are you hungry, Axel?

[cell phone vibrates]

Sit down.

Easy. Sit down. It's okay.

[man] Really.

[cell phone vibrates]

Beto, bring me a set menu.

Thank you.

Order whatever you want.

Whatever I want?

[cell phone vibrates]

And what's a day in your life like?

Do you wake up in the morning
and go out to beg?

If my mom gets work,

I take my little brother
to the soup kitchen.

Sometimes I help her collect cardboard.

But if not, I take the train
downtown here... to beg.

[cell phone vibrates]

What a shitty country.
Motherfucker.

[cell phone vibrates]

I'm turning this off or it's going
to bust my balls all day.

And what do you do?

What do I do?
What am I in? Business.

We buy companies that are
kind of struggling, pump them up,

and sell them at a higher price.

And then I'm also involved in
everything related to the crypto world.

I have a partner, Lucas,

a lifelong friend and brother.

Do you have children?

Two.
One is about your age.

You spend all day on the street.

And he, I'd say, has never even
set foot on the sidewalk. My God.

Country-club life.

So, tell me, Axel.

What's your dream?

Uh...

Sneakers.

That's your dream?

Yes. Sneakers.

[triumphant music]

Nice sneakers.

Take them. Take them.

Get some for your
little brothers too.

[triumphant music continues]

Want a cell phone?

Really?

Leave it to me.

[salesman] Good afternoon.
What are you looking for?

A phone for him.
Something good, okay? The latest.

Do you want anything else?

[music ends]

What a machine, huh?

Yeah. Amazing.
You didn't have to give me a ride.

No. You're carrying all the bags.

Besides, it costs me nothing.
Forget it.

I'm curious.

Do you do drugs?

- Weed.
- Weed?

If it comes up.

But it makes me hungry, so...

who knows.

- Nothing else.
- Very good.

And you?

A little joint, yes.

Yeah, at night, with a little wine,
with my wife, looking at the lake.

I like it. It gets me high.
It's nice.

You must think I'm
a millionaire, right?

With this truck, that I can
buy whatever I want.

You have no idea
how lucky you are.

Why?

Money,
when it goes past a certain point,

works against you.

I don't know. You want more.

You become a slave
to all of that.

Whereas you...

You do whatever the hell
you want from morning to night.

It's wonderful.

If you let me choose,
I prefer money, okay?

Let's be honest. That said.

But...
your thing is nice too.

[man laughs]

[reggaeton music]

[barking]

- Drop me off at that corner.
- No, I'll take you.

Better not to go into the neighborhood
with a truck like this.

Ah, okay, okay.

[reggaeton continues]

Well, Axel.
It was nice meeting you.

Give me the key
and get out of the car.

Give me the key and get out,
you old idiot.

Just kidding.

After everything you bought me.

As if I were going to rob you.

Bye.

[car door closes]

[trunk beep]

[reggaeton continues]

[reggaeton intensifies]

[music stops]

[engine starts]

[message tone]

[man] Hi, Lucas, buddy.

Sorry.
I ditched you all afternoon.

It's just that I turned off my phone,
and I'm only now seeing the messages.

I had an extraordinary experience,
man.

You have no idea.
With a street kid,

one of those who goes around begging.

You know what I did, man?
I invited him to eat.

No. No. I almost died.

We talked.

Then I took him shopping.

At one point, I told him:

"Buy whatever
you want, kid."

You should have seen the look
on his face.

But the experience
blew my mind.

I tripped out, man. Seriously.

And do you know how much it cost me?
I don't know. If I convert it to dollars...

Less than four grand, man.
Less than four grand.

Nothing. I'm happy.

I wanted to tell you. Bye, bye.

Ah!

[message tone]

Lucas, I forgot.

Did you talk to that
fat son of a bitch

from the finance company?

What the hell happened to him?
He wants to charge five and a half?

What the hell did that idiot smoke?

He's crazy.

Cut his legs out from under him.
And he said that without consulting us?

He can go to hell.
Are we clear?

Hug.
I forgot. Look at that.

Son of a bitch.

[Argentine National Anthem]

[announcer]
In accordance with the provisions

of Article 75

of Law 26,522
on audiovisual communication,

from this moment on,

Radio Nacional and Public Television
are broadcasting

together with all the stations
that make up the national network

of radio and television
throughout the country

on the occasion of the broadcast

of the first message
to the Argentine people

from the newly elected president.

[announcer] The nation is addressed by

the President of the Nation,

Dr. José Luis Estrada.

[Argentine National
Anthem ends]

Good evening.

[coughing in the distance]

[Estrada swallows]

Get me out of here!

Goddamn all of you.

[Estrada] All of you can go
fuck yourselves.

[door slams]

[announcer] The nation was addressed by

the President of the Nation,

Dr. José Luis Estrada.

[announcer]
From this moment on,

all radio and television stations
in the country

resume their regular programming.

[announcer] Thank you very much.

[Argentine National Anthem]

[Argentine National
Anthem ends]

- [father] Well.
- [daughter] Enough.

[son 1] Bravo!
[whistles approvingly]

[son 2] Opa, opa!

[father] Well, well, well.

Wow! A little weak on substance,
wasn't it?

- [son 1] That's it!
- [applause]

[applause continues]

[soft instrumental music]

[music ends]

Well, kids. Uh...

The truth is,
I invited you here, to the house,

because I need to tell you something.

Are you sick, Dad?

- Oh, no, daughter, please.
- Oh.

No, I'm better than ever,
my love. No.

On the contrary, what I want
to tell you is something nice.

Well.

Spit it out, old man.

So nerve-racking. Come on, Dad,
talk.

Okay...

As you already know,
two months ago it was

one year since Mom died.

- [daughter nods]
- Right?

And I want you to know that she
will always be

the love of my life.

And she gave me the most important
thing: you.

Oh, do you have a girlfriend, Dad?

Yes, dear.

Holy shit.

[son 2 laughs nervously]

Okay... Wh... who is it?
If you want to tell us, I mean.

- Do we know her?
- Yes, Mati.

Who?

Eliana.

- Huh?
- [daughter sighs]

[daughter] No.

- What?
- No.

- [father] Yes.
- Dad!

Eli?

Dad.

Eliana,
can you come here a moment?

No, wait, Dad. Oh, okay.

Okay.

Okay, now then.

Let me formally introduce you
to my girlfriend.

- [Matías laughs nervously]
- [daughter sighs]

Congratulations to the couple.

Congratulations.

Yes, congratulations.

Thank you.

This calls for champagne,
doesn't it?

- I'll go get it.
- No, no.

I'll go. I'll go.

- Eli.
- [daughter] Eli.

- Where did you live?
- [Eliana] In Moreno.

In the province.

But now Antonio asks me
to stay here more days.

But you're...

you're from here. You're...

I mean... You're Argentine,
let's say?

- Listen to me.
- It's okay.

It doesn't bother me.

[Eliana]
I understand that for you

this may be a little strange.

And yes, I am Argentine,
from Clorinda, Formosa.

And have you been
dating long or...?

[daughter] Well, I don't know.
Are you a couple?

[Antonio] Excuse me.

- [soft instrumental music]
- [nervous laughter]

- Well.
- [son 1] Some champagne.

[Antonio] Come on. Opa! Oh, oh.

[Eliana] These are the
cleaning products.

[Eliana]
With these cabinets, you must be

very careful because
they're very delicate.

Always clean them
with a chamois

and never with dish towels
because they get scratched.

- Yes, ma'am.
- It's important.

Oh. Sorry. Hello.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

Rosa, this is Antonio, my boyfriend.

- How are you?
- Nice to meet you.

My love, do you want me to book
Marcelo's

for dinner in Puerto Madero?

[doorbell]

The doorbell at this hour.
How strange.

- Hi! What a surprise.
- [son 1] Dad. How are you?

- Fine.
- [Matías] Daddy.

[Antonio] Hi. How are you?

- [daughter] How are you, Dad?
- Hi, sweetheart. How are you all?

- Fine, and you?
- So nice to see you.

How are you? What are you doing here?

- Nothing. We felt like seeing you.
- Ah. Very good.

- Is Eliana here?
- Yes, with the new maid.

Look at that. New maid.

You're thinner, Dad.
Or is it the clothes?

No, not thinner. Eli... she
changed my wardrobe a bit.

This little hoodie, the sneakers.

Are you doing something
to your face?

No, not to my face.

- No. How would I...? Daughter!
- [daughter] Well.

What's going on, kids,
showing up all of a sudden?

Did something happen?

No, nothing happened. We wanted...
to talk a little with you.

About something we were

thinking over quite a bit.

And... well, it seems to us
like an...

intelligent option, well,
reasonable above all.

[daughter] We think there are things
it's better to foresee and...

We thought that... it would be good...

if we put all your assets...

in our names.

It's about sparing ourselves
a lot of hassle

that could come with an inheritance
in the future.

Uh-huh.

Well, you're killing me.

- [son 1] No, Dad, please.
- [daughter] No, no.

It would be a way to...
shield

the family's wealth.

Very well.

And why the rush? Is it because of Eli?

- No!
- No, Dad!

It's just that inheritances
can be very... intricate.

[Matías] So, to spare ourselves
all that hassle.

Look.
You make a lifetime transfer

and you guarantee yourself
the usufruct of everything.

The idea is that
you keep living

exactly the same way
as up to now.

You'll keep collecting the rent
from the garages,

the storefronts.

Everything.

In practice,
it'll be the same for you.

[hose spraying water]

[Eliana] Farther over.

All there. That's it, very good.

- [Eliana] Not there, no, no.
- [maid] These ones?

[Eliana]
You're flooding everything. No.

Uh... well.

Okay. Yes, yes. It's logical.
The procedures...

inheritance procedures are cumbersome,
yes, they are.

I can't lie to you.
They make me feel like

I have one foot in the grave.

- No!
- No, Daddy!

And how do you plan to divide this?

Well, there are three of us.

A third for each one.
What the law says.

Uh-huh.

[Antonio] Well.

Let's move ahead.

What we mustn't forget either...

is the stash in the safe-deposit box.

What...? What stash?

The dollars, Lucas.

- Dollars?
- How much? How much?

A million.
There's a million dollars.

But excuse me,
when did you make so much money?

But... a million?
Did you rob a bank, Dad?

No, son.

It's fifty years of work, Lucas.

When I got promoted, they
gave me stock in the company.

We sold Grandpa's house.

I didn't know
you'd made so much.

It's a lot.

What doesn't seem fair to me
is the way to divide it.

No, no, no.

I think the fairest thing would be

sixty percent for Lucas.

Thirty percent for you, Mati.

And ten percent for you, Jime.

But why?

Well because, with your mother,

and mind you, I take responsibility
for my share,

we always felt we weren't

very fair with the three of you. No.

We always favored you more,
Jime. All your life.

Emotionally and financially.

Because you were the little girl.

We gave you a lot too, Mati,

but much less than Jime.

You were the one who got hurt,
Lucas.

All your life.

You always kept
things bottled up.

You never said anything.
You never asked for anything.

And it stayed that way.
Whereas for you,

it was all emotional and
material support.

That's why I don't think it's
fair to divide it this way.

It should be sixty percent
for Lucas.

Thirty percent for Matías.
And ten percent for you.

No, no, no. But you're asking me

to compensate Lucas.

What a sweetheart my little
sister is, huh?

You think I didn't notice

that you did absolutely
everything for her?

[Lucas]
The car, the apartment.

You paid for her
to study abroad.

Not just that. The new house.
We helped you with a lot of money.

I didn't put a gun
to anybody's head.

I didn't do anything
to be treated like a second-class kid.

You were never
a second-class child.

Yes, I was. Yes, I was.

And I don't know if it was
because you were the center of gravity

of this house. Right?

[Lucas]
The little princess.

And me, the troubled one.

And on top of that, gay.
You know what?

What the old man says
is absolutely right.

Sixty, thirty, ten.

Wait.

There's something Dad says
that I think is true.

[Matías] I also feel there
wasn't any balance,

and that now
we could make up for it.

I don't know if in that proportion.

It seems to me

that fifty percent is enough

to make it up to Lucas.

Ten for Jime
and forty for me.

- You're an asshole, man.
- [Lucas] No, no.

Let's listen to Dad.
He knows how everything was here.

You're both sons of bitches.
No fucking way am I accepting this.

I'm telling you now.

I'm going to hire
an army of lawyers.

- I'm going to tear you apart.
- [Lucas] How scary!

[Matías] Hire them, dummy.

The fair split is fifty,
forty, ten.

[Lucas] No, no.

Not one point more for you.
No, no. For trying to cash in.

And you, nothing, you rat.

Shut your mouth, sicko.

You screwed me over all my life.
You'll see.

[Matías] Shut up!

[Jimena]
Shut your mouth, brat.

Enough. Enough.

Enough!

All three of you, sit down.

Kids.

The million dollars
is a lie.

Because all this shit
is about Eliana.

Or do you think I was born
yesterday?

You're afraid she's with me
for the money.

How embarrassing. My children.

What is this?

Look what you've become.
Did you hear yourselves?

I never imagined I'd see
something so...

miserable in you.

[soft instrumental music]

- [Jimena] Bye, Eli.
- [Matías] Bye.

Thanks for visiting.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Did you manage to tell them
they're going to have a little brother?

Not yet.

I didn't find the right moment.

Do you think they'll
be happy?

Thrilled.

What wonderful children
you raised, Antonio.

Excellent.

[soft instrumental music
continues]

[Antonio sighs]

[train]

[train horn]

Thank you, Father. Very kind.

[cumbia playing in the background]

- Thank you, Father.
- Enjoy your meal.

[indistinct voices in the background]

Thank you very much, Father.

[cumbia continues]

[priest] Wait.

Wait, please. Hmm?

Before eating this plate of food,
let us thank God.

[priest]
Eh? You are poor.

But know that there is no

greater poverty than that of
someone who lacks God,

even if he has money.

That is the worst poverty of all.

By contrast,
your poverty

has an enormous virtue.

It makes you
free human beings.

[priest] You are not chasing
the latest phone,

the new car,
the house in a gated community.

Why? Because you are free.

Our Pope,

whom I had the privilege
of meeting

walking through this very neighborhood,

said several years ago:

"The wealth in one's pockets
is worth little

when there is poverty
in the heart."

[priest] You,
dear brothers and sisters,

are the face of Jesus.

And we must learn from you.

- The poor...
- [man] Excuse me.

With all due respect.
I'm starving my ass off.

Oh.

Would you mind if we ate first?

And then you can keep telling us
the advantages of being poor?

No, of course.

Eat, eat.

[distant truck horn]

Hey.

I'm going to miss you.

We'll miss you too, sweetheart.

Beautiful girl.

[dramatic music]

You're going to love Madrid.

You'll see.

You're doing the right thing. Yes.

[father]
Take very good care of yourself, honey. Okay?

Text me when
you're on the plane.

Yes.

- And as soon as you land.
- Yes.

You're going to be great.

I love you all so much.

- You already know that...
- I know.

- If I don't like it or I miss you...
- We'll always be here waiting for you. Okay?

[dramatic music swells]

[dramatic music continues]

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

[dramatic music continues]

[music fades]

[sustained tone]

[tone fades]

Should I throw some barbecue
on the grill now?

Huh? What do you think?

They don't have that in Spain,
right?

- Yes, they do.
- It's not the same.

[dramatic music continues]

It's not the same.

[dramatic music swells]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music ends]

[upbeat instrumental music]

[upbeat instrumental music
continues]

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Uri! How are you,
my love?

I just landed and came running
to pick you up.

Is that for me?

Of course. What you asked for.

Straight from Miami!
Look. So...

It's awesome. Thanks.

Let's go home. Your mom is
waiting for you for a snack.

Can we take Santi?

- Aren't they coming to get you?
- No. I go back and forth by myself.

Okay.
Come on, the car is over there.

It's awesome, right? Incredible.

Yeah. It's great. I have it.

- What do you mean, you have it?
- Yeah, of course.

- Really?
- Yes, yes.

You have the same robot?

Yes, the same one.

No, I don't think
it's the same one.

Yes, I have it.

- What was your name again?
- Santi.

Look, Santi,
I'll be honest with you.

I don't think you have
the same robot.

But I do have it.

The thing is, this robot
isn't in Argentina.

I bought it in
the United States.

It's a special edition
that just came out.

But sir, I have it.

Santi, it cost me 250 dollars.

Oh, I don't know about that.
But I have it.

Look.
Let's do something, Santi.

When we get to your house,
you get out,

bring the robot,
and show it to us.

Okay?

But I don't know
if I'll find it.

Don't worry about that.
We'll wait for you.

Go get it when you arrive.

Let it go, Grandpa.

No... No...

Seriously, I don't know
if I'm going to find it.

Just... go look for it.

Take your time. We'll wait for
you until you come back.

Don't worry.

Okay.

[car door closes]

Why that long face?
Here, have a cookie. Come on.

Do you want to know what's
going on with your friend?

Yes.

Grandpa is going to explain it.

There are many people
who feel bad, poor things,

because they can't have what

other people have.

And that makes them angry,
sad.

It's called resentment, Uriel.

They don't have a grandfather
like the one you have, who can go to Miami,

and buy his grandson
an expensive toy.

And that makes them angry,
and they do anything

to ruin your happiness.

Just because
that's how resentful they are.

I want to go home.

Grandpa is going to explain
what's going to happen.

He'll come back and tell me:
"I couldn't find it."

Or "It broke."

Or he'll have
to admit he lied to you.

And then he'll be exposed
by his own lie.

Tomorrow you'll play
as if nothing had happened.

You'll both start laughing again.

You can even lend him the robot

so he can play
with you too.

But he'll realize that the lesson...

They're identical.

- What a son of a bitch.
- They're identical. Fight.

Ah... son of a...

[robot sounds]

That's enough... Co... Come on,
we don't...

We don't have all day, Uriel.
Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Let's go!

- Okay. Bye, Uri.
- Bye.

[horn]

[cheerful music]

[cheerful music continues]

[music fades]

- He's unbearable.
- But today or always?

Always... Oh. Here he comes.

Here he comes, guys. Hi, boss.

Can you believe how long
it took them to set up two lights?

Unbelievable.

I've been in the motorhome
for four hours.

Look at this.

[director] These people. My God.
Holy fucking shit.

Can I ask you
a quick question?

Don't bust my balls. Go away.

[birds chirping]

What an unbelievably slow
way to make a movie. God.

[fly buzzing]

[birds chirping]

Cut!

This is useless.
Not one fucking fly landed on her.

Not a single one,
for fuck's sake.

I can't believe this.
You can't work like this.

You're a disaster.

Hey.
Look at this idiot Indian.

Why are you laughing?

You're not supposed to laugh.
It's a sad story, moron.

Be serious. Serious.

And this other one
with the basket.

For continuity,
you need to hold it in the other arm. Come on.

Look at the other one
with the spear. He's fooling around.

Put it on the ground, moron.
There you go.

These Arawi Indians,
when Columbus arrived,

were backward.

And five hundred years later,
they're still the same.

For fuck's sake.

Hey, you, with the boom!

What the hell are you doing there?
Move over there.

Where's the girl who...?
Come here, little girl.

Listen to me.

- Smear her well. More honey.
- She's got plenty on her already.

"Plenty on her already"?
Are you stupid, or do you not listen when I speak?

I want more.

I need the fly
to land on her face.

Do you want to stay...

- one more day here?
- No.

I don't want to stay.
Come on. Cover her properly.

[director] More honey.

That's it! That's it!
Cover her in it.

[director] More! Put more on her.

[assistant] Attention.
We're going to shoot.

Eighty-four,
five, take eleven.

[flies buzzing]

Come on, little girl! Come on!

[director] Release the flies.

There it goes. There it goes.
There it goes.

Now get out. Get out!

[flies buzzing]

[director] Focus.
You're a sad Indian girl.

[director] An Indian girl
with a lot of problems.

[director] Your dad and mom died.
A bear ate them.

[flies buzzing continue]

[director]
That's it, helpless little girl.

[director]
Yes. There it goes. There it goes. Like that.

[director] There.
A fly landed.

[director] Great.
Stay still, little girl. Stay still. Very still.

[director]
That fly is spectacular.

Motherfucker!

[director]
Stay still, little girl. Stay still.

[director]
That's it. Don't move. Don't breathe.

Got it! Got it! Come on!

Ladies and gentlemen,

that was the last shot
of the shoot. We're done.

Hell yes.

[applause]

If I'd stayed here one more minute,

I would've shot myself.

Get me out of this shithole
right now, please. Let's go.

[ceremony music]

[hostess in German] And the
winner in the category

Best Picture is...

[in Spanish]
Rescuing the Arawis.

[applause and cheers]

[in German] This film by
director Iván Gutiérrez,

with great humanity,
compassion and empathy,

tells the story of the problems

faced by the Arawi tribe
in Argentina.

[hostess in German]
Without a doubt, a necessary film.

[in German] Presenting this
first-rate award

is the president

of the International Association
of Film Academies,

Gianluca Mengoli.

[applause and cheering]

[ceremony music ends]

[applause continues]

I'm going to speak in Spanish.

I wasn't expecting this.

I am infinitely grateful
for this award,

but I can't
be happy and celebrate

when the world is the way it is.

Climate change,

anti-immigration policies,
hateful rhetoric.

My film represents the opposite:
empathy,

commitment, humanity.

Hopefully these things

will help the world
know and value

the Arawi Indigenous community.

[applause]

My days with the Arawis
have allowed me to witness

their ancestral wisdom,

their sensitivity,
and their human quality.

We have to protect them

from this criminal capitalism.

[applause and cheering]

I want to dedicate this award
to the love of my life.

Roberto.

I love you, Roberto.
You're everything to me.

Your ethics, the way you live.

That...

showed me the way
to make this film.

I love you.

The Arawis need us,
ladies and gentlemen.

[audience murmuring]

[audience gasps]

We are all Arawis!

[cheering]

[ceremony music]

[ceremony music continues]

[cheering continues]

[ceremony music fades]

[soft Italian instrumental music]

TOO SWEET

[soft Italian music continues]

[church bells]

[Italian music fades]

- [in Italian] Good morning.
- [in Italian] Good morning.

[in Italian]
Sir, I'm looking for

the Muscarella family.

- Muscarella.
- Yes.

[in Italian] I'm going to show
you a photo of my grandfather.

Giuseppe Muscarella.

[in Italian] I want to see
the town my family comes from.

I come from Argentina.
I traveled twelve thousand kilometers.

[in Italian]
Do you know where the house is?

- [in Italian] Take this street.
- Yes.

When you cross the second street,
turn right.

- [in Spanish] To the right.
- Go straight.

- You'll reach a viewpoint.
- [in Italian] Yes, sir.

[in Italian]
Keep going a little to the left.

Opposite it is
the Muscarella family house.

To recognize it,
the door has horns on it.

[in Spanish]
There's a horn on the door?

Yes.

Why?

[in Italian]
I don't know what to tell you. I don't know.

[in Italian]
Well then. Thank you very much, sir.

[soft Italian instrumental music]

[soft Italian music continues]

[soft Italian music fades]

[in Italian] Good morning,
ma'am. Muscarella family?

- [in Italian] Who are you?
- I'm Fabio Muscarella.

Giuseppe Muscarella's grandson.

I come from Argentina.

- Uncle Giuseppe!
- Yes!

I can't believe it!
What joy!

Ana, look who's here!
Come in, come in!

Come in! Look who's here.
A relative from America has arrived!

- Come in, come in!
- Excuse me.

- Welcome!
- What a pleasure!

- Thank you.
- What a pleasure!

- A relative from America!
- Welcome.

[in Spanish] Thank you very much.

What joy!
I can't believe it!

[in Italian]
I brought two very Argentine things.

[in Spanish]
A Malbec wine. Extraordinary.

And alfajores.

A typical Argentine sweet.

[in Spanish]
It has dulce de leche.

- Dulce de leche?
- Dulce de leche.

- Thank you. You didn't have to.
- No!

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Please.

- Do you realize it?
- Huh?

He has the same eyes as Carmelo.

The eyes?

- It's true.
- It's true.

They're identical.

You're a Muscarella
one hundred percent.

[in Spanish] Obviously.

And what about the pasta? Hmm?

Tina, what are you doing?

Elisabetta was my mother.

She was Giuseppe's
youngest sister.

The youngest.

I remember him as
a tall, strong man,

with blond hair.

[in Spanish] Ah... How lovely.

There were eight
Muscarella siblings.

Four women
and four men.

Four men.

He was the bravest
and most adventurous.

That's why he left for America.

He wanted to go to New York.

But, I don't know how,

the ship he took
brought him to Argentina.

[in Spanish]
Millions of Italians

immigrated to Argentina.

I've seen some
pictures of Argentina.

- It's beautiful.
- Very beautiful.

With its beaches
and tall palm trees.

The giant Christ
on the hill.

[in Spanish] No, what Christ?
The obelisk.

[in Spanish] I always dreamed
of coming here.

[in Spanish]
And for one reason or another,

because of work,
it was always hard for me to come.

- Do you understand when I speak?
- Yes.

[in Spanish]
I could never come and, well,

now I finally could...

fulfill the dream of seeing

the town...
[in Italian] of my grandfather.

[in Spanish] Which was what
he always... m... m...

- Can I see your watch?
- Do you like it?

- You want to see it? Yes.
- Rocco!

- Yes. Can I try it on?
- No. It's fine.

Please, let me try it on.

[in Spanish] There you go.

Rocco! Give me the watch!
Come here!

- Rocco.
- Don't make me get up, Rocco!

[Fabio laughs]

[in Spanish] It's fine. Nothing's
wrong. He'll bring it back.

- Fabio.
- Yes?

Tell me a bit about yourself.

What do you do
for work in Argentina?

[in Spanish] What do I do?
I'm an engineer.

- What?
- Engineer.

[in Spanish] Yes. I have
a construction company.

You have a construction company?

Yes.

You make good money,
right?

[in Spanish] I'm doing okay.

- Fabio?
- Yes?

Maybe you can help us.

[in Spanish] Help?

We need to buy
a wheelchair

for Francesca.

But an electric one,
you understand?

Because the one she has
is very old, very hard to manage.

[in Spanish] Of course.

But we don't have the money
to buy a new one.

Poor Francesca.
She was born to suffer.

My treasure,
she suffers in silence.

The money for the chair
will change her life.

- Yes.
- [in Spanish] Of course. Yes, yes.

The new chair...

costs a thousand euros.

Whoa!

Now you're part of the family.

If you want to help us,
it would be a blessing.

- A blessing.
- Yes.

[in Spanish] Well, well. If I can
contribute...

With great pleasure.
I'll check at the hotel...

what I have and I'll make you
a transfer, whatever I can.

But don't you have cash?

[in Spanish]
No, I don't have that kind of money on me.

Look in your wallet. Look.

- No, I don't.
- Check if there's something.

Look.

No, but I really don't
have that money.

- Check.
- Come on, check!

Surely you've got
a little cash on you. Check.

[in Spanish] Probably not.

[in Spanish]
Because I have Argentine money,

and I only have...

No, but...

You see? You do have it.
You have 600 euros.

Then see
if you've got anything else.

[man] Francesca.

You have to say thank you,
because he's your relative.

Say: "Thank you, Fabio."

Thank you, Fabio.

[in Spanish] No, please,
Francesca. It's fine.

It's a pleasure.

Fabio.

You're a fortunate person.

You managed to make money.

And the fact that
you decided to come to Sicily

to discover
your family's origins

is very important,

and for that very reason,
you have to help us out.

Because you have money.
We don't.

[in Spanish] But it's hard for me
to earn that money too.

In Sicily,
there are two very important things:

Respect and honor.

And you have
to keep that in mind.

Understood?

[Fabio nods uncertainly]

[tense instrumental music]

[tense instrumental music]

Coffee?

[in Spanish] No, no.

[in Spanish] Thank you very much.
I have to be... at the hotel.

[in Spanish]
Can I go to the bathroom?

Of course.

I'll come with you.
I'll show you where it is.

[in Spanish] Okay. Thank you.

- [in Spanish] Excuse me.
- Please.

This one has money. Pay attention.

[in Spanish] Hey. What's going on?

[in Spanish]
Why are you doing this? No.

Help me escape
this fucking town.

This family of monsters.
There is no future here.

- Take me with you.
- [in Spanish] Calm down.

- I'll do whatever you want.
- No.

- What are you doing?
- Giulia!

Giulia! What are you doing?

- Don Carlo, it was the little one!
- Open up!

- Get out, because he'll kill you.
- Where to?

Giulia! What are you doing?

Giulia!

[cheerful Italian music]

[church bells]

Did you find the house?

[church bells continue]

[in Spanish] Grandpa Giuseppe,

and your goddamn fucking mother too.

[chase music]

[in Spanish]
Motherfucker!

[Fabio in Spanish]
Son of a bitch!

You fucking Argentine!

[chase music ends]

[opens an alfajor]

How is it, Grandma?

Too sweet.

[main theme music]