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-What? -Handsome.

Weren't you going to take my blood pressure?

Yes. I finish measuring my glucose and I do it.

OK.

It bothers me that German doesn't come.

He gets down on these dates.

Poor Ger.

How many years already?

I guess eight or nine. Nine.

This week we have doctor appointments…

I have to go by the infectologist to pick up some prescriptions.

I only have one bottle left.

Can’t you call your secretary?

Yeah, I tried but we still have to go ourselves.

-Oh, no. -Keep still.

Look! 70 years... You have a stud at home.

I feel fine.

The doctor said he’d let you off the hook…

if you check your blood pressure every day.

I think it’s an exaggeration to do it now.

-You have 14 over 8. -See?

I’ve been drinking water for a month straight.

And it’s been a week since you left the hospital.

I wanna enjoy my birthday.

If you’re gonna bust my balls…

I’ll put my pjs back on and go back to bed.

Let’s try to have a good time.

But please take into account my concern.

I’ll have your concern on my mind all the time.

Oh, honey...

I think today is a good time to tell Jimena…

about the donation we wanna make.

I spent too much time thinking at the clinic.

I wanna leave these issues resolved.

Leave? Are you going somewhere?

Nobody has their life assured.

Oh, stop it, Ale. Stop it.

And no. I think it’s not the right time.

I’m fully decided.

Jimena is our only heir.

Or are you thinking of adopting someone?

No dummy, but it’d be better if… well… I don’t know.

OK. It’s decided. We tell her today.

Ok, ok, let’s do as you say.

What do we know about Edgardo and Pablo.

I talked to Edgardo. They’ve been well these days.

-Can I ask you a favor? -Tell me.

Please, I beg you, don’t drink so much.

Don’t start. The guests haven’t even arrived.

Let’s do one thing.

Take your pill right now…

So in case you burst...

we’ll at least know it’s not because you didn’t take them.

I’ve already taken them, OK?

Want one?

No, thanks.

I already opened a wine. Mabel always drinks with me.

Try not to drink so much…

You’re so funny.

You won’t make it to 71!

Party pooper!

A big one. And lots of love.

I love you.

Jimena told me she's coming with Marita.

She sounded pretty excited.

Really?

It’s about time they come out the closet!

We all imagine that they’re girlfriends...

or lovers...

Basically that they fuck.

I don’t get all the mystery!

-Hi! -Hello!

-Good evening. Good evening. -Hello!

-My friends! -How are you?

-Hello, Pedro! -So good to see you!

-How are you doing Pedro? -Hello!

-Mabel! -Hello!

Oh, this looks so tasty! I'll take it to the kitchen.

I'll be right there. I’ll help you out.

-Happy birthday! -Thanks, Mabel!

-Thank you so much! -So nice to see you well.

-Come on in. -You look incredible.

And now I'll hug you.

Happy 70s you queen.

Thank you.

-What was promised. -What is it?

Let me see....

Although I think we should have brought you another set of pajamas.

No! No more pajamas please.

I love this. Thanks.

Pedro is going to kill you.

One bottle wasn’t going to do, so I gave myself another.

You’re a dangerous one.

I'm worried about Cleo.

She wasn't so good these days.

-Really? -Yes, she wasn't eating as much.

If you need to you can leave at any time.

-You don’t worry about anything. -I know.

These are nice fun people. Old queens. You’ll love them.

I know.

This oficial presentation bums me out a bit.

Your boss might be expecting a lawyer or a doctor.

You come with an administrative employee from a gym!

I'm coming with a sweetheart.

Also they told me to bring a plus one.

If you can’t handle the heat, you should stay out of the kitchen!

Oh, you know I love your heat.

I don’t know about being a plus one. I feel like an escort.

I can pay you for tonight’s services.

-You think you're funny? -I have the money...

OK, plus one is fine...

Or better yet...

...boyfriend.

You look handsome today.

-There’s a spot. -You say it fits?

Saliva always helps.

Is it Fabián?

Yes it’s Fabi. The tight one? New boyfriend?

-What’s wrong? -It got hard.

The stick I mean.

You talk to me and I get distracted.

I think the kid’s ass distracted you.

Good evening...

How're you doing?

-Pablo? -Yes…

I’m Miguel. What a coincidence!

-Hi Fabi. -How're you doing, Pablo?

-Fine. -You guys know each other?

Yes… well no…

I was in your office on Tuesday. Remember?

I serve more than 100 people per day. Can be.

Yes, went for my grandma’s papers.

Oh, yes, yes. Something about her retirement…

I’m Edgardo, his husband. Delighted.

-Nice to meet you. -Hi, Fabi.

Long time no see.

So this is the Miguel.... my boyfriend.

Very cute I must say.

This is the official introduction. He’s a little nervous.

They got ahead of us...

and met through your boyfriend’s aunt first.

It was actually my grandma… She had a heart attack..

Poor woman. Did you already ring the bell?

-Yes -We have a key. We can open.

-Go ahead. -Excuse me.

-All good? -Yes, sorry, I slipped.

-Hello, Come in. -Hello.

-How are you doing? -Hello.

-Hello! -He is Miguel, my boyfriend.

Nice to meet you. Hello.

Come in. Hello, hello.

Well, well, well.

I imagine you’ve already introduced Miguel.

He has been formally introduced as my boyfriend.

Yes, a huge surprise.

Look at how small the world is....

that Pablo and this kid already knew each other.

What kid? Miguel?

Let Pablo explain it, they’re already very close friends.

Friends?

He came by the office to do some paperwork.

They’ve named this lady that much, now I wanna meet her!

I run to the kitchen because my cheesecake is falling apart.

Come in. There is Alejandro.

Congratulations Ale.

-Hello, thanks. -Hello.

-How are you Ricardo? -Hello.

-Nice to meet you. -Hello.

-Nice to meet you too. -Oh, hi.

Well, here is Miguel, my boyfriend.

Hi Miguel, how’s this jackal treating ya?

For now, great.

He introduced me as his boyfriend...

to more people than the followers I have on Instagram.

Sounds great.

If you have a boyfriend you should spread it.

And also if you don't have, just to get one.

You're absolutely right!

Ale, the gift is in the workshop.

Remember you’ve got to choose the color of the frame.

I’ll go this week to the workshop.

-Want anything to drink? -Not me, you, honey?

-Hi friend, happy birthday. -Hi queen, thanks.

And Edgardo? Everything ok? He went right into the kitchen.

No idea. He’s a little crazy. You know him.

-What did you do now? -Me?

Pablo...

Remember the boy I hooked up the other day at the ministry?

-The one from the bathroom? -Yes...

Go on baby. Your mama is listening.

Oh, no...

-Excuse us. Come with me. -What?

How was the trip?

-Great. -You know, they travel a lot.

Listen, I don’t want any drama today.

I promise there won’t be any drama.

Besides, how could I have known?

I’m gonna kill you! Does Edgardo know?

He doesn't "know" know.

Girl! You know he’s a bloodhound...

and can sniff up anything from a mile away.

This dumbass kid greeted me as if we knew each other…

and even said we met at the office.

You fag, please clear everything up with Edgardo right now.

And we set up a jealous scene in the middle of your birthday?

It’s the girls!

-Hello!

-Hello, uncle. -You look lovely!

Thanks. Happy birthday.

Thanks honey.

-Congrats Ale. -Thanks Marita.

How was the trip?

Incredible. Expensive, but we had a very good time.

-Great. -Hello!

-How're you doing? -Hello.

-Hello. -Hi, Richard. Long time, no see.

Very good, thanks.

-Everything OK? -Hello. How are you?

-Good. -Girls, this is Miguel, my boyf...

The boyfriend.

Very nice to meet you. Jimena and Marita.

-Jimena and Marita. -Marita and Jimena.

-Hello! -Hi!

You look so fine!

Hello, hello, hello.

-Miguel, you wanted a coke? -Yes, thanks.

You're welcome.

It is from both of us.

-She picked it. -Thank you.

Let me see.

It's gorgeous.

You thinks so? We bought it in Madrid.

In Chueca to be precise.

It will look great on us.

-No! -It's his...

I picked it up with the flowers for him.

Right! Thanks. I love it.

Thank you so much.

Girls, here’s the wine. Serve yourselves.

-I’ll keep working on the cheeses. -Hello!

-Hello. So nice to see you. -Hello.

-Hi Mabel, you look stunning! -How was the trip?

See? Told you you looked beautiful.

You think? I guess it must be because I went to the hairdresser’s.

That color looks great on you.

Thank you. Ricardo said nothing. I don’t think he even noticed.

He never notices anything anyway.

I'm sure he did.

Oh Mabu, don’t pay attention to Ricardo.

Only us, the fags, notice these type of things.

Us women also notice when another woman looks pretty.

That is also true.

Thank you.

-Would you pour me some wine? -Sure.

I’m gonna need a lot of wine tonight.

Make us two. Pablo is getting on my last nerve.

Don't start the war, please...

Happy birthday friend.

Ah, there you are! You took your time to greet me!

If anyone wants to switch up their drink, just let me know.

There’s white wine and red.

-I want some white wine. -Me too.

-I'll have red. -Red.

Is there rosé?

The wine of the whores?

-I did not know that. -Yes.

Me neither.

-There isn’t any anyway. -I’ll drink whatever.

I was just asking in case there was some.

Sweetheart, “whatever” doesn’t exist in this house.

Do you want white wine… red wine or a coke?

Make up your mind quickly...

The servers go on strike in 3, 2, 1.

Hey hey now. Let’s not be so harsh.

I can’t decide whether to drink red or white wine either.

What are you? A lawyer now?

Yes.

So… What will it be? Red or white?

White is just fine. Thanks Pedro.

-White for me as well then. -White?

Yes, I got tempted.

What’s up with Germán that he’s not coming?

He’s unwell.

With the date and this new guy he’s dating.

We told him, but...

With who? With that doctor that is a bear?

I don’t know because he doesn't say much, but yeah I think so.

He is depressed guys.

I insisted but he got mad.

You know that the subject of Alberto gets him down.

I hope at least he’s screwing someone.

With a screwdriver?

Hi, it’s Roberto.

I was nearby and I was checking if you wanted to meet up.

If you don’t want to, there’s no problem.

I felt like seeing you again.

*Don't eat it.*

The mousse turned out terrible.

It’s delicious.

Maybe it could have been a little more firm.

Pedro!

Don’t eat it! If it’s not good, you don’t have to eat it!

And you don’t have to lie!

But it’s really tasty!

Yes, tasty like my hair.

-What? -Nothing.

Just eat the delicious mousse.

Attention!

I want to I want to propose a toast.

My dear Ale...

I wanna wish you the most beautiful first 70 years…

and tell you that you and uncle Pedro...

are a role models for me….

More or less…

So cheers! To you! I love you!

I love you too.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

Thanks for coming.

Cheers!

In the eyes!! We gotta look each other in the eyes!

And stay still so I can take a photo.

Everyone strike a pose!

Ready?

Say "cheese".

-Cheese. -Cheese.

Perfect, all done.

I’ll upload it to instagram.

Here most don't use instagram

Tag me on ICQ.

And for me, give me a stamp.

Okeeeeey. I got it.

Happy birthday, my love.

-Thanks. -Happy birthday.

Cheers, everyone.

-Cheers. -Happy birthday!

Now it’s my turn.

I toast to the sexiest man I have ever met in my life.

The funniest queen.

My favorite accomplice...

My life partner...

I wish you all someone like him in your lives.

To Alejandro José Leone.

-Cheers, my love. -Cheers.

-I love you. -Me too.

Don’t get me riled up.

I have the heart of an old lady.

I’d do anything to reach your age in your shape!

You’re going to reach it even better Marita.

Girl, help me open another wine while I cut a little more cheese.

Alright.

Even if they don't use social networks, I made a story for instagram.

That is perfect, cutie.

Come here.

Now I wanna try the red wine!

So you betray me and go with the red wine.

Join me then, apparently it’s a thing.

If it’s a thing, I’ll join in.

Red wine is good for the heart.

Did you know?

It’s like boosting up the feelings.

I don’t want wine teeth.

I get a little OCD about that.

-Isn’t that right? -Yup.

Before meeting Ricardo, I didn’t drink alcohol.

But when when we started traveling together...

I realized that life without red wine is like....

the sea without water.

Sometimes a glass of wine or two…

even a bottle lets you keep swimming.

Swim. Don’t stay close to the shore.

Pablo, please, will you pour me some too?

Sure, Fabi.

No, wait. Let's take out the Gazpacho.

Take that tray over there, and the Martini glasses.

-Will you please? -OK.

You're shooting the kid.

No... It's not with him...

Pablo gets me nervous.

Not nervous, you are unbearable girl.

It’s just that... Goddamnit.

I think Pablo fucked someone…

and for the first time he doesn’t want to recognize it.

But… does it really worry you after so many years being together?

I don’t care if he fucks but I don’t like him sneaking around!

Edgar... Age is hitting you.

I can't say name... but a friend of mine...

didn't know the virtues of the bidet.

And that’s why they called him the decorator.

Gross.

That’s pretty nasty...

but then again who hasn’t been through that?

-Not me, I swear. -Me neither.

Are you done with your poop and butt stories?

They’re very fun and the kids love them.

Are you a kindergarten teacher now?

Cut it down!

Don't start shooting arrows, or we'll end up at the lawyer's.

Please...

Listen. I want to tell you something.

-Oh my god! -Sorry, sorry.

-My shirt! -Oh no.

Sorry… Sorry…

No worries.

Please use paper towels not the napkins…

Mabel, look for the paper towels in the kitchen.

Everyone, grab their plates and silverware.

Jimena, bring another tablecloth.

"Please"... "thank you"...

No problem, we fix this right away.

I’m gonna wash up.

He doesn't do shit...

I bought it yesterday.

Better wash the stain out or put salt on it.

-Salt? -No, no.

There's white soap in the bathroom,

that's the best for tomato stains.

Thank you, I'll be right back.

-Can I come in? -Sure, I'm already done.

Do you need help?

You know we’re gonna get in trouble.

You better go down. Don't cause any mess.

You make me so horny.

I can feel that...

But not now.

Stop joking!

There you go... someone else?

My shirt looks gross but the table is gorgeous once again.

In this house, we’re always gorgeous before being stained.

And we could save some gazpacho.

It's great!

I ate enough, I'll pass.

Give me the shirt so I put it in the dryer and it’ll look like new.

-Thanks. -Sorry, again.

Don't worry.

Are you gonna stay like this?

Fabi, let him stay as he wants.

I can wear my jacket.

Uncle, weren’t you going to tell us something?

-Are you pregnant? -No dumbass, you know I can’t.

You know that I hate those type of jokes.

It’s just a little joke, Mabu. Don’t get upset.

I’m going out for a smoke.

I thought smoking wasn’t allowed in this house.

Pedro can’t smoke. You can, but don’t give him any.

And blow the smoke through the window.

-OK. -OK.

Ale, what a great pool you have there.

Can we get in later?

-Of course dear. -You brought a bathing suit?

No but all underwear is like a bathing a suit.

Isn’t that right, Mabel?

No, I mean, yes.

Nowadays we can’t tell a bathing suit from underwear.

-It's the same. -See...

I’ll jump in and you save me?

Deal.

Pedro!

-Coming! -Come back!

Back to what I was saying before Madonna interrupted…

Well, tell us already!!

Should I tell them or you?

No, you... you tell them.

Very well...

You all know I don’t have any sons, daughters or brothers...

and that my parents are already dead…

and my only legal relationship is with Pedro, my husband.

That’s to say, my heir.

And with Jime ends my family tree…

-Wasn't I going to tell them? -Yes, you tell them.

So, that. Even though Jimena is the only heir,

we want to officially make a donation while we’re still alive...

and name her as our heir.

To avoid paperwork and everything…

Look at that...

We are on a birthday, uncles.

It’s a bit much to talk about this…

Just think that while we’re both still alive,

they’re just meaningless papers.

You’ll have to see what you slip into our drinks...

But we want to make sure...

that this decision we’re making is crystal clear.

It’s a beautiful decision.

That’s how it’s done, very well you guys.

-Bravo. -Great guys!!

-Good, good. -Thanks.

Come hug your uncles that are gonna give you their whole kingdom.

Is just that the news overtook me.

Come here!

-Thank you. -I love you.

A picture, a photo.

Give us a hug!

-Photo! -Photo!

You’re both tremendous!!

Talking about these things makes me uncomfortable.

Dear, uncomfortable is being in the coffin.

Nooo!

I propose another toast.

To me! So cheers!

-Cheers! -Congrats!

You OK?

Yes. I'll go check that pool.

-The three of us! -Yes, the three of us.

Another photo!

You really turned me on.

I wanna give you some dick before you leave.

You want some more?

On Grindr?

-Just my mom, dummy. -Yeah, sure.

Send her a kiss from her son in law.

You think I could use those things?

The apps for fucking? Of course!

I’ll set you up an account right now.

Order coming up: a Tinder account.

No! Stop fucking around.

Pablo...

Let’s take the anger down a notch.

-The anger? -Yes.

You’re a little unbearable though.

-Me? -Yes!

Where is the compliment you gave me in the car?

OK, so it’s me. You're right.

But let’s cut it out, it’s Ale’s birthday.

I have nothing to cut out.

Don't you coil up, my beautiful serpent.

You stay here and help me a little bit.

-How can I help you? -Get the boy’s shirt out of the dryer.

This meat is fantastic.

Hey man, how are things with Edgar?

Weren’t you in the process of making up?

We are…

But everything changes in the blink of an asshole...

in the world of gays.

Miss, have yourself some limits.

-Thanks. -This is your fifth.

Slow down with the whiskey.

Fifth? I was never good at maths.

-Did you break something else? -Shut up.

We want to tell you something, so we need your attention, OK?

We just wanted to pick a special occasion.

Like today for example.

Marita and I have been together for a long time.

I’m very happy.

I’m very emotional dears.

Congratulations!! It’s no scoop though.

You're evil!

I congratulate and cheer for your love.

And I.

There’s nothing more beautiful than love.

Amazing, another couple joins us.

Well, but tell us more.

Are you gonna live together? Wedding? Children?

Calm down uncle.

I want all of that:

to get married, live together, dog, cat.

A child, whether it be she, he or they.

I would like to be the first to be pregnant.

We haven't defined that yet. We'll see who puts the body.

I like that you’re into inclusive language.

There’s so much debate around that.

I love how it sounds, especially when I see it applied to kids.

What?

Sorry for interrupting and at the risk of sounding old school.

Be yourself.

I’m a teacher of many years...

and I'd never think of using “they” in that sense.

No one is making you.

But it is the future.

Look Marita, I mention it as part of the debate...

that has to do with education and culture.

Things are the way they are for a reason.

But things that you call social changes...

are built and torn down constantly.

Here's the catch!

When you got married...

did you ever imagine that your faggy friends...

were going to be able to do the same some day?

No and excuse me, but don’t try to make me feel bad.

I am very happy with the marriage of Pedro and Alejandro..

I am their witness, don’t you forget.

"We" are their witnesses.

All this said, I still don’t understand some things.

You don't have to "understand".

It’s simply just knowing the change is coming...

and no one can have an opinion on how others,

he, she or they, want to live their lives.

Why can't I have an opinion?

I think it’s honest to be able to just say it…

instead of jumping on something I don’t share.

But, and to close this topic…

we were talking about being mothers and who puts the body.

See? Like that, for example...

Don’t you know that adoption is an option?

There’s so many kids who have it rough...

and you could give them a home.

God…

Ricardo, I believe you are going out of track.

First, because you’re talking about our decisions.

What you're saying is very invasive.

Sorry girls, it wasn’t my intention to offend you or anything.

I just don’t get this situations.

Richard, the “situation”,

by the way awful word to define love...

Imagine if we were heterosexual and didn’t want to be mothers.

Stop, stop, slow down.

One thing is not being able to and another is not wanting to.

Exactly.

We think it shouldn’t be mandatory to be a mother.

It has to be a personal decision.

Otherwise we go back to prehistory.

Being a woman is to get married, to be a mother...

to go to the kitchen and make the dishes.

The mandates.

It's just that sometimes it's the only way of life.

-No, no, no. -We have to stick to traditions.

I think you’re saying nonsense.

You’re at a party with 80% queers and lesbians…

and you talk about tradition?

-That’s different. -No is not.

It’s what each one wants and feels to be.

Just like marriage is our right, and we fought for it...

so is wanting to be a mother.

And for that, with one uterus and one tummy, we’re good.

That we still haven't decided...

It doesn't matter.

Oh Ricardito.

They’re gonna think you’re conservative.

-Conservative? -Yes.

Why? For asking?

I’m not judging anyone.

I’m just trying to understand.

I love everything you’re saying.

-I love it. -Me too.

Is there a date for any of those three things?

We found an apartment that we really like…

and we want to move in together...

…next month.

Very well.

-I toast to that! -Thanks Ale.

-Cheers! -Stop it with the toasts...

I ended up looking like a caveman.

A little my friend.

But we all know how machos your age are like.

But please, can we eat? I’m starving.

-Yes, please. -Yes, my baby is hungry.

-He's still on the growing age. -Who could it be?

You left me hanging...

So intense.

Hello!!

I knew you would finally come.

Happy birthday Ale.

Thank you!

I would have been missing someone.

-I brought my friend. -Very good.

Come in that we are about to start with the main course.

-Who might be? -I don't know.

Look who's here!

I knew it!

What joy!

Wasn't it that you weren't coming?

Yes, but here I am.

Guys, he is German who wasn't going to come.

-Hi Germán. -Another great friend of ours.

Pedro, Edgardo and him...

met back in 1810, during the independence.

And then came Mariquita Sanchez de Thompson...

and kept the crown’s jewel.

Fabian works with Pedro and this is his boyfriend Miguel.

-A pleasure. -Hello.

-Nice to meet you, German. -Same.

So you’ve known each other for a long time?

Yeah, back when Santa Fe was a one way street.

Girl, we’re gonna be museum heirlooms.

Please tell that story!

Careful with what you tell!

I can hear everything from here.

It was around 1984 or 1985...

because it was around the opening of Contramano.

We met at a carnival party.

It was Easter Weekend because my parents had gone to Zarate...

and we had the apartment available.

Oh yeah, your parents weren’t there.

Sure, you’re right.

German and I ended up sleeping together…

because you had picked up that French guy from Air France…

that didn’t wanna take you to the hotel.

No sir. It wasn’t Air France. And he wasn’t French.

You’re two senile old ladies.

He was a hot yankee from Pan Am.

Pan Am. God, we’re old!

It used to be the most important American airline...

but it was bankrupt before you all were even born.

Girl, please stop.

It’s gonna kill me to think when this babies were born.

Just three decades ago.

I was born in 1987.

1984, sorry.

1994, sorry, not sorry.

1988.

The horror! The four of you, shut up!

By the time Marita was born...

I had already been separated four times.

What good times!

You could pick someone up from Santa Fe Ave. or any street.

If there wasn’t a lot all you had to do was…

to turn around Pueyrredon and walk through Marcelo T de Alvear...

turn down Ecuador, before it used to go in the opposite direction.

Changing everything around killed our vibe!

Those were golden ages.

We went out every night. We were crazy.

We were a terrible trio with Edgardo...

and with Pedro... Just terrible!

They got married...

You lucked out with Ale and Pablo that still bear them.

Me instead, ever since Alberto died…

I have never wanted to fall in love again.

I’m now what they call a Sugar Daddy.

You are trendy now.

There’s quite a few sugar daddies here.

Don’t look at me I’m diabetic.

Me neither, I use stevia.

Alberto. He was so beautiful.

The most beautiful.

You remember the hair he had?

I could get lost in that hair.

Tomorrow it will be 9 years since he passed.

How long were you together?

We met at Alejandro’s 50th birthday.

Pedro organized a surprise birthday party…

and everyone had to take a friend that no one else knew.

Edgardo and Pablo brought Alberto. Do you remember?

Sure I do.

We became good friends at work.

The girls went crazy for him.

And look at who was gobbling him up.

11 years together.

The love of my life.

There are days when I wake up and hear a random noise…

It happens regularly....

And I think that it’s him making breakfast.

Things that I can’t tell are sad because I no longer have him…

or happy because I keep remembering him.

Anyway.

Okey. Let’s not forget that today is a day of celebration…

and that all the ugly stuff we deal with stays at the door.

-Yes, sir. -Hey, let’s cheer up.

-Yes. -Yes, It's my birthday!

Happy birthday!

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll bring the main dish.

This is pretty good.

And you were about to miss it.

Yeah girl, what the hell did you have to do?

Queen, we’re too old to be walking around alone.

I was gonna meet up with someone but he went too intense.

Are you dating?

Not at all. Single.

One has to think about a trip, vacations...

or a cruise ship… Not look like a victim!

Ah, and here we have news.

Jimena and Marita are a couple...

they are going to live together…

get married and they wanna be mothers.

Really? Congratulations. How lovely.

A family of degenerates!

Germán, did you imagine something like this?

Because here, everyone knows everything.

Jime, I’m an old queen.

I have known you since the day you were born.

and Marita is a dyke head to toe.

-Wow, wow, wow. -Did I know? No.

Did I imagine? Very much so.

I like it: “A dyke head to toe”.

But it's a rare compliment.

I'll ask something my mother would:

When are you introducing "the one".

Hmmm, tough.

You know now everything is different.

Now is everything over the internet.

I'm old for the internet.

I like to go to a club and meet someone face to face.

I hate the whole internet thing... and Whatsapp.

I can’t stand all the photos and chat stuff.

Besides you meet up to drink a coffee…

and the fag looks totally different!

And don’t get me started… about giving in your number!

They send audio messages!!

I hate audio messages!!

-I send you all the time. -I love yours, babe.

Thank goodness.

But the apps can work.

I conquered Fabi with this photo.

-Look! -Let me see.

-Incredible! -Wow!

What do you say?

Oh my gosh!

Who wouldn't go for a coffee!

What a flirt! My god!

Let him be.

Besides it’s okay, if he shows off...

people will know I have great company.

And are you still using the app?

We’re not exclusive.

This body has cravings.

You’re bad!

You should teach me a few things.

Any time.

Fabian, what do you think of what your boyfriend says?

I’ll take a sip of water before answering.

Let's see.

When I met Miguel, he already came with his story,

why changing him?

I love him as he is. I’m having a great time.

We all have jealousy…

but jealousy is the opium of the people, paraphrasing Marx.

We don’t have an open relationship,

we are a non monogamous couple.

What I mean is it’s not an objective to include other people…

but if it flows, let it flow.

You’re gonna give me a stroke.

I agree with Fabian.

But it’s not the same to say those things in your 30s…

or 50s or 70s.

Relationships change with the years.

Love and desire feel differently.

I don’t know, like a 15 year’s whiskey.

Don’t talk to me about social media.

Walking around Santa Fe were the glory days!

-Don't tell me. -Oh yes.

Love cures everything... to synthesize a candle-sucker.

I’m old school, I think that’s become clear tonight.

The principal of old school!

We are like Fabian and Miguel until Edgardo gets jealous…

and then the fruit spoils.

We have to free ourselves, be happy and drink!

And look for boyfriends dear.

Look for?

I imagine you’re referring to German, still single.

No, I’m not just talking about him.

Look for.

Look for boyfriends, lovers, something that makes the heart beat.

I didn’t know this side of you. Look at it.

What do I have to look at? You?

I’ve looked at you for more than thirty years.

I think you don’t know me very well.

Mabel, slow down with the wine.

Mabu, let me get the plates.

Mabu, nothing.

I’m fine, enjoying this amazing wine,

with my best friends...

with Jime and Marita, who are happy…

and the boys who also look happy.

And with you… my husband!

We’re perfectly happy!

Mabel, why don’t we go out for a smoke?

Stay out of it Miguel.

Yes, love.

We’re gonna smoke and drink.

And let's see if you ever take a dish to the kitchen.

Mabel, stop drinking.

Excuse me?

Come Miguel…

I want you to tell me what boys your age do with those phones.

I need an anti age story immediately!

And we are going to get naked in the pool.

Love it.

-Let's go. -Cheers!

Give her a little truce.

You're going wrong.

I don't think so.

-You want one? -No.

No, I don’t want to smoke.

OK.

Sorry for butting in…

but it seemed like you are very angry at your husband.

During one moment, I was listening to you…

and I imagined myself 30 years ago.

So obedient.

Always studying and hard working.

So serious...

Making mom and dad happy...

so that they would be proud of the youngest daughter.

The teacher!

What a fool I was!

Then I got together with Ricardo and after a year…

I turned into the professor’s wife.

And now I'm locked in a glass cage…

with a husband I love...

but can't stand anymore.

Do you realize that you don’t even care…

what wine you should drink?

You’re so beautiful, carefree, living life to the fullest.

May I join?

-Sure. -Of course.

But don’t smoke. Your husband will kill us.

What are you up to?

Talking and becoming friends. Right, Mabel?

Yes. We gossiped so we’re friends already.

Besties.

I'm tired of my marriage.

This afternoon I thought about packing up my stuff and leaving.

Then I thought about it again and as always…

the comfort zone wins.

And look at these kids, so beautiful...

How I envy them!

I didn’t do anything girl, just asked for rosé.

It’s what it is.

I don’t know your worries, I imagine you have some…

but you feel different.

Free...

I just live.

Of course I have my fears but I prefer to not think about it.

I would like to be like they are.

But now.

Like Jimena and Marita....

who have a future planned ahead of them.

I would love to have the courage.

To have plans that aren’t just about the two trips a year…

or changing the car…

or going out to eat every Sunday to the same restaurant…

with the same waiter...

that greets Ricardo with: "Hello, Mr. Director".

But the moment is about where you are...

not where you aren’t.

-That's true. -My friend...

Cleaning a shirt or preparing a delightful mousse.

You’re just like Pedro, with this great smile.

Don’t lose it.

Never. Scout’s honor.

But you promise me you’ll set up a Tinder account.

Oh stop with that.

Hey, I wanna eat cheesecake. Do you want some?

Yes but first, I want to dive in the pool.

You'll wait for me?

It's freezing cold...

I know, but I'll do it anyway.

-It’s freezing! -Told you!

Old building, with thick walls and high ceiling...

Fabi, give Miguel a towel…

and come back so we can serve the cheesecake.

-OK. -Listen to me…

I got to a beauty parlor around the block.

What happened?

Let’s eat dessert outside.

-Yes! -Sure!

Let’s take some chairs and lamps to be more comfortable.

-Would you help me, buddy? -Coming boss.

I’m gonna help too.

-I’ll take this. -OK.

I have to talk to you.

Now?

Whenever. After dessert, if you want.

We can talk while we make the coffee.

-Pedro. -What?

I’m HIV positive.

What?

Why didn't you say it before?

We were talking about other things and this is more important.

I want to talk about it with you, not with everyone.

No, you are thinking wrong.

What better than to talk about it with everyone who loves you?

I can’t.

Guys, the plates, come on.

-Yes. We are going. -We are coming.

[Indistinct chatter]

Does anyone want any liquor or whiskey with their treat?

-Is there Cointreau? -Yes.

I want one. Without ice please.

Me too.

I’m gonna stick with wine.

Pedro, will you pour me another whiskey?

Cointreau for me please.

You want some? Are you gonna take pills later?

Later.

What meds are you taking?

-Truvada and Tivicay. -The same as me.

We’re with the latest trend.

I'll get a blanket.

And you, Fabi?

-Excuse me? -Do you take something?

-Me? -Uhm, yeah.

I don't take anything.

I thought it was a joke.

I get asked a lot if I take medicine.

But it doesn't bother us.

Miguel talks about his medication very naturally.

I don’t take anything. I’m negative.

Besides Miguel is undetectable…

and undetectable can’t transmit.

Look little one, I’ve never seen a homo less undetectable than you.

And Pablo… and there’s this thing… What’s it called?

Condoms!

You’re viperine.

I guess you are a snake in the Chinese horoscope.

I’m starting to like your evilness.

The evil ones, we are usually the nicest deep down.

Anyone I fuck knows I am a person who lives with HIV.

And afterwards, it’s between the two, or three or however many.

And without precedent, I fully agree with you.

Since when are they all close friends?

It’s a great philosophy.

I imagine that it must be pretty hot. Right, Fabi?

You are very curious, Pabli!

But you know you’re right.

There’s something erotic about your partner’s freedom.

I think desire is the only feeling one can’t escape.

The Cointreau made me a philosopher.

Suck on that.

Grab the plates and let’s go in the kitchen to help out.

You’re a dork!

Have you known before…

The guarantee expired in 2001.

You can’t take a joke.

You promised to come in peace and you’re acting very weird.

You think I’m an idiot?

Not at all, that’s why I’m asking you to relax a little.

I can’t.

I don’t give a fuck that you’ve got it hard for the kid…

but it shows, honey. It shows.

You’re saying nonsense.

Let’s see if you can understand me.

At this point, the only thing I expect...

is that we trust each other. Like we always have.

To be able to look at each other and know what we’re thinking.

That!

But you’re dumb, Pablo.

It’s like all these years we’ve been together hadn’t existed.

You’re being an idiot.

You’re exposing me and getting hot over Fabian’s boyfriend.

Do you get why I’m mad?

Because you drool with someone you don’t even know…

before being straight with me.

I know him.

Yeah, you told me.

The grandma and the damn paperwork.

No. We fucked.

-What? -We fucked.

I don’t understand. When? Did you fuck him just now?

No, not now. I fucked him the other day at work. That’s it.

And you weren’t going to say anything?

How am I supposed to tell you if you’re being jealous as shit?

Don’t look for excuses, Pablo.

We have an agreement; we tell each other everything.

Does he really got you so hot that you shit all over our rules?

What does Miguel even have to do with it?

It’s you.

It pisses me off that you’re turning into someone...

I don't know.

What does a guy even matter when it comes to us?

What’s wrong with you?

Want to know what's wrong?

I don’t want you to lie to me!

I don’t want you to keep things from me.

We’re accomplices and partners before anything else.

And all of a sudden, you’re drooling…

over some kid who isn’t even into you.

And how do you know he’s not into me?

Because he is in love with Fabian.

Or have you not noticed? It’s his boyfriend.

He’s being a tease. He plays with you.

He doesn’t do it to be a jerk.

He’s just like that.

Don’t you see he’s out to seduce everyone.

Even Mabel!

And it's ok...

He’s 28 and he’s absolutely charming in every way.

Look, I’m happy you got to fuck him.

But I definitely don’t like that you didn’t tell me.

I didn’t even fuck him.

He just sucked my dick in the bathroom of the office.

But I’m the pathetic one.

Just another blowjob in a shit covered bathroom.

Two bodies...

ride under the moon...

bathed by her light...

with her long time patience.

Two bodies...

Two bodies...

Two bodies...

-Hey, Fabi. Everything ok? -All good.

burn...

Your boyfriend was quite a find.

-And he is so cute. -Stop that!

It's a cutie.

It hurts that he smokes...

that he worries about a stain on his shirt...

that he asks for rosé wine.

Oh gosh!

He reminds me a lot of Pedro.

That self-confidence.

For me, we adopt him right away...

but you have to tell us…

do you see a future...

or are you flirting with the open couple?

Because you look hooked.

I'm not flirting. I'm hooked on love.

Yeah!

Since I met him, my life has been a roller coaster of sensations.

Sometimes I would kill him…

Because he's like the Tasmanian devil in a galactic asshole version.

At some point is too much...

But later, when at night I breathe near him…

and smell him, and kiss him asleep...

everything changes.

I'm in another galaxy...

It's the same with Pedro.

And when you realize it, 30 years have passed.

Have you already introduced him to your family?

Today.

My boy, you are such a sweet.

Two bodies...

ride...

and turn into light...

and turn into light...

and turn into light...

Bravo!

Thank you!

-All good? -Yes, super. You?

Did you see? They were nice.

The best, like you.

-One thing, love. -What?

I already realized that something is happening between you and Pablo.

It is not to argue, or anything...

But I think, we’ll better not mess…

with our groups of friends because later it is a problem.

The one who went crazy is him.

-What? -So you fucked him...

-Not even! -No?

I swear. It was a quick oral...

Don't tell me. I don't want to know.

I swear it was nothing.

[indistinct chatter]

Ger, let’s go to my doctor and talk about it.

He’s gay too...

He’s great. He takes the drama out of it.

Do you want ice?

No.

The worst is that I suspect who it could be.

Don’t fuck around.

No one knows and it’s also not worth trying to figure out.

Did they already give you the medication?

Yes.

I have a prescription, I have to get it authorized…

but I’ve been busy with the Puerto Madero building thing…

I’ll go with you.

It’s a shitty process because of the paperwork and bureaucracy…

but once they give you the medicine,

you take it and all done.

And besides, you have great insurance.

You won’t have any problems.

Listen to me...

Why don't you talk about it tonight with everyone?

Pedro...

It will help you.

Come take a look...

You see that building with the blue lights?

Yeah, they’re the new towers, one of my partners lives there.

I think blue is the prettiest color in the world.

Sometimes, at night, I go to the balcony…

and look at the blue lights of the buildings for hours.

I wonder what would happen one night if they’re not on.

You see the red lights?

They use them to guide airplanes.

What would happen if they go off?

You thought about it.

Aren’t you afraid of dying?

No…

Yes. I'm afraid.

We have to resist, girl…

we have to reach Alejandro's hundred,

because that one is going to bury us all.

Look at what I found last week.

You’re the first person I’ve shown it to.

It’s a letter Alberto wrote me…

one time when he traveled to Lisbon…

with Edgardo and Pablo.

I miss you...

and every step I take I see your face.

I think of you lying in bed...

cleaning the kitchen…

in front of the bathroom mirror,

smoking on the couch.

I am very aware that I need you.

I never understood why we chose silence…

rather than saying these words to each other,

which I keep silent because I think that's how it should be.

Because you also shut them up.

But I miss you and I imagine you from Lisbon…

angry about our argument, useless and stupid…

which I hope is the last.

I want to sleep with you always.

Let there be no possibility of other beds…

not even from vacation hotels.

I love you. And I repeat it…

I love you.

I know, I felt it yesterday when I woke up…

that I want our time to be together.

What we have left.

That the grilled cod that I ate today,

we share it together.

I love you.

I bring you cakes from Belen;

I know you love them.

I know it by heart.

I could repeat it a thousand times.

It’s gonna be ok, sweetie.

It shall pass...

The fear will be gone soon.

You'll see.

Share it...

Share it and it’ll be gone.

I love you so much, Pedro.

I love you.

What are you up to?

Mabel wants a fuckboy.

Hey hey, don’t say it like that.

-Yes. -No, no.

I want a gentleman that can make me feel alive.

A good fuck.

Well I see we’re all riled up.

-Give me the photo... -Yes, here it is.

She keeps giving me the runaround with the photo.

How about this one?

-No. -No, dear, please...

A photo that wasn’t taken in winter…

so that we can see some skin.

Skin?

Don’t you have any from Rio?

You have those.

-You have them? -Yes, I do.

Yes, he has them. But one I’m alone.

Of course! Alone...

We can call her Maria de los Angeles…

That religion thing is more kinky.

Oh my God! That name!

I'll put together the profile.

I'll leave... You are making me blush.

She's so horny...

Do you want to continue?

Pablo...

We better stop with the hysterics.

Fabi and I are going serious...

and unknown sex is one thing,

but lies in a group is another.

We are not going to fuck.

Yes, you are right.

I hope you understand.

Occupied.

It’s me. Open up. We need to talk.

Leave Ricardo. Leave me alone a while.

Mabel, you’re making a scandal.

Let’s go home.

Some sleep and you’ll be fine tomorrow.

Go sit down Ricardo.

What did I do for you to treat me this way?

Go sit down.

Whatever you want.

But I don’t get it.

I know you don’t.

Hello...

Hello.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Come on... what happened?

I said too much on the table? Was it something I said?

-I don't want to talk. -I was too stubborn with the conversation?

-I don't want to talk. -Was it "being mother first"?

I don't want to talk about it now.

Hey... love, I'm asking for your forgiveness.

It's my uncle’s birthday, I don’t want to discuss.

Me neither. But let's talk about it...

so you'll be fine.

so we'll be fine.

OK... I mean...

I'm fine. I'm not mad.

I was very surprised. Is that.

What's this?

You are angry. Big time...

Well, yes, I'm a little angry.

-It's fine. -I'm a little angry.

These are things we haven't defined yet.

The one who insisted on saying it was you.

You were so anxious, well, I went crazy...

-And am I to blame? -I'm not saying that.

It looks like it is.

OK...

Do you want to be with me?

My love...

Where does all this come from?

What's this insecurity?

-I don't know. -Of course I want to be with you?

I don't want to talk, but you insist...

OK, let's talk about it another time.

Let's talk tomorrow over breakfast.

No, no. Not tomorrow.

No. Now when it gets complicated for you,

you want to leave it for later.

Now we have our tongue loose...

OK, let's talk about it now.

We talked about it in Madrid, also in London.

I just told you, in front of all the people we love...

I love you... very much.

I want everything with you!

I want a house, with a swimming pool.

I want a dog, a cat, children.

Do you want to do this project with me?

Yes, I want, and I want with you.

But these communication issues feel strange.

We've known each other for so long,

it seems like we don't need to talk...

because we understand each other...

or we think we understand each other.

That anxiety that arose made me uncomfortable.

What happened?

It was the enthusiasm!

The excitement of telling everyone...

You know me…

-Yes I know. -You know...

OK, but listen...

If we're going to live together, and everything else...

we can't do it lightly.

-We need to talk. -Of course, you are right.

And I'm sorry.

I have a big mouth.

Now I want to tell you...

If you are worried about something...

if you are scared...

if you want to wait...

Maybe I go too fast...

We can wait. We don't have to move next month

-There's no need. -We can wait a month...

-I don't want to wait. -The love is there.

I don't want to wait for anything.

-So? -You're right....

You were a little anxious.

You said too much.

-That's me. -I know.

That's me.

We should pay more attention.

OK?

OK. We'll pay more attention.

"Recalculating."

-I love you. -Me too.

How can they dance with so much light?

Do you remember that place... In Vitro?

-In Vitro!! -Remember?

I love this music.

I love to see them dance...

I don’t recognize Mabel.

Cut it out.

The drunk nights we’ve shared during trips…

while you and Pedro were asleep.

Oh? Just finding out today.

-I must be getting old. -Yes.

She’s so beautiful.

I don’t know what I would do without her.

Great song!

Miguel, have you already taken your medication?

No, why?

I’m about to take mine.

I thought we could take it together.

Should we take them collectively Lollapalooza style?

I get it Pedro, I told you I get it.

You get what from what?

What you’re trying to do.

What now?

What’s going on is that Pedro thinks I have to be bold…

and tell everyone my problems.

We all know you’re hung up on that bear.

You see what you cause?

I’m not some ridiculous broad…

who goes around crying over anything.

I’m a successional professional.

I have money. I do what I want.

You wanna tell them Pedrito?

I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to push you.

But now is a good moment to do it.

We love you deeply.

You can trust us.

What’s wrong dear?

It’s that… I just found out...

I’m HIV positive.

The doctor said I have to do some more studies…

to see how my defenses are doing…

and he gave me medication.

We’re here for you.

Just like we were before. Don’t you forget it.

You have to do everything your doctor says…

and you’ll be fine.

I’m furious with myself…

How could I sabotage myself like this?

I’m not saying don’t be scared.

I’m saying don’t freeze.

It’s now, right now.

Besides, you have us all…

and all the resources to face this.

Affections help.

I know it.

And I thank you all so much.

My friend, thank you.

But being 60 years old, without Alberto and with HIV…

was not a scenario I expected.

Stop being a victim.

You think you’re the only one who has HIV?

-Don’t be so harsh. -I’m not harsh.

Life is harsh and we have to go through it everyday.

I know I’m not the only one but it's me.

And I know that I have many resources,

don’t say that to me again because it makes me feel worse.

Can I say something?

I found out two years ago...

and I still haven’t told my grandma.

My parents know, my brother too. And it’s alright.

But I still can’t tell her.

I love her. She is everything.

She’s the only person I can’t seem to tell.

And it’s the first one I thought I was going to.

Sometimes I think she should know...

sometimes I don’t.

But the humiliation of it doesn’t last too long…

because I have to keep living for me.

Not for my parents, nor my grandma, for me.

If I get crazy... I go out and buy a shirt,

I go out dancing with friends,

we fuck like crazy with Fabian.

I live. Do you understand?

I don’t think about surviving or going through life…

as if I had a sword at my head…

Thank you...

Thank you, Mabel.

Thank you all.

Thank you, Pedro.

I know that I am crazy but I am also lucky.

There you are you, crazier than me.

Come on, let's have the last whiskey together.

The penultimate Germán, always the penultimate.

Oh you’re so dumb. Both of you.

I promise I’ll drink water all day tomorrow.

Bubbly water.

-More like holy water. -Shut it.

Well, enough drama. I need to dance.

Fabian is going to bed after…

So, tonight me and you are going to go out dancing…

-Are you crazy? -Not at all.

Careful don't lose your shirt.

Envious.

Come on Ger, let’s go.

You think so?

We gotta shake that ass, at least to keep it up.

Besides the sugar daddy of the year is still up for competition…

and it would be a shame if another person beats you.

He is also a sugar daddy.

Let's all go.

Thank you for this wonderful night.

Keep in touch.

You got it right, Mabel.

-You think so? -Yes.

I'm going to take my husband... Ricardo.

That I can say now. From today he is Ricardo.

-Or Richard. -Richard...

Are you coming?

-I'll call you. -Please do.

I’m coming, I’m coming.

That's for the next one.

I’ll drive.

Goodbye my friend.

Bye. Thanks for a splendid evening.

The meal was delightful.

Thank you for coming.

-Thank you. -Lovely to see you.

The same.

Bye, talk tomorrow.

Don't go through the shadow.

I can't wait to get to the party!

Little girl, calm down or you’ll put yourself in danger.

Another struggle!

My treat but you better introduce me to one your friends.

Say no more. It’s a done deal.

Boys, I’m off to bed. Clubs are not my thing.

Uncle, should we help you clean up?

Leave everything as it is and go.

I’ll take care of it.

Little girl, don’t make him move too much…

-His bones don’t fix so easily. -You’re mean!

I don’t know if I’ll be galloping tonight,

but I’ll for sure ride something.

That’s the spirit!

[indistinct chatter]

Last one close up.

[indistinct chatter]

Have fun!

-Come with us! -Please!

Are you going with Miguel or you wanna squeeze in with us?

We’ll take him. You’re stuck with the lesbians.

Goodness, I’m getting turned on.

-My god. -He is really horny.

-Our cab is arriving. -Where?

That's her.

-Bring croissants. -Sure.

Come on, come on!

Oh please!

You in the middle, like a sandwich.

So much pastries in that cab.

Don't be disgusting.

Pastries with wheels.

Goodbye! Drive carefully.

Do you want some tea?

I told you not to drink too much.

I drank and I ate well but I’m fine.

I'm fine.

I’m sleepy, I’m old, I don’t obey, I get drunk.

Take me as I am.

On Tuesday I have a doctor’s appointment.

Do you want to come with me and have a check up?

What date is Tuesday?

Tuesday 25th why? You got something to do?

We have to go to the lawyer.

That’s on Wednesday.

Oh, then I can come with you.

Are you going to Fundacion Huesped or Fernandez Hospital?

I have an appointment at Huesped…

because I wanna talk to a doctor…

who doesn’t work at the hospital.

And why’s that?

I wanna get the swelling on my feet checked out.

The doctor told me it could be the medicine…

but I want her to check it out…

since she worked in a hospital in Barcelona.

You’ll never guess what her name is.

No idea.

Dr. Jennifer Lopez.

J-Lo. There isn’t a chance I’m missing this.

My love...

Remember that when we first started dating,

you would insist with the whole “I don’t want anything serious”?

-That lasted two months. -Yes.

Two months that felt like eternity to me.

You wouldn’t even call me.

Well...

Well it was because I was playing a little hard to get.

Oh, yes, sure...

Also don’t think you convinced me with the first fuck!

I had many candidates in those years.

If I had known...

Those months must have been the only time we didn’t talk…

because I don’t remember a moment of silence…

in all these years.

No...

Not even when we fought.

No...

Do you want something?

Bring me some water.

-With bubbles. -Yes, my love.

I love you.

I love you, too.

My precious.

Alejandro Jose, have you just farted?

In C Major. Elegant and refined.

To the memory of Claudio Da Passano.