All language subtitles for Lavanderia.Nancy.Sport

- Let me ask you a question.
- Yes.

Wouldn't it be better
to do it with gloves on?

Yes, I know.

The thing is that the skin
is like a glove.

Like it doesn't let anything in, see?

- Nothing comes in.
- No, yeah, uh...

It's okay, but...

The skin is an organ, you know?

It's like you're cleaning with the...
with the kidney, with the liver.

Do you understand
what I'm trying to say?

Well, it doesn't matter.

You have to die of something, right?

It would be worse
if what happened to Laza happened to me.

- What happened?
- Laza, Pipo Lazagaren.

What happend to him?

- He was found dead this morning.
- No way!

It looks to me like
something's getting into... roots.

Yes, that's fine. Tell me.
What happened to Laza?

I think he was suffocated...

Not long ago I was having an ice cream
and talking to him.

That's insane, my God!

Do you know anything else?

Nothing, just what I heard on the radio.

Did you really not know anything?

The whole town is talking about it.

Also about the bananas,
do you see the state of these bananas?

They are a mess.

NANCY SPORTS LAUNDRY

BASED ON SURREAL EVENTS

DON'T SHRINK YOURSELF JUST TO FIT IN

THE ONLY LAUNDRY ROOM
THAT DRIES CLOTHES IN THE SUN!

+1000 WASHES ''Pandu of my life''.

''Pandu of my life''
is more than a laundry soap.

Because, in addition
to washing the clothes,

they are delivered
to you folded.

Try it, you'll fall in love.

Because today it's easier
to find the soap of your life

than the love of your life.

Pandu of my life.
The soap of your life.

This is Nancy,
the owner of the laundry shop.

Since I've known her,

every day she comes up
with a new soap powder commercial.

And, although she called “Sport”
her laundry shop,

she really doesn't like sports very much.

Perhaps a bit of synchronized swimming,

the one in which people dance
in the water moving their legs.

She often tries on clients' clothes.

Only when there is something
she really likes.

Nancy gets bored
of doing the same thing every day,

but, if there is something
she is passionate about, it is art.

She writes poems.

She composes them
from random sentences and words

she hears from people passing by
on the sidewalk.

Go fuck yourself.

Go fuck yourself.

I was thinking of going to the beach
for two weeks...

I was thinking of going for two weeks.

She also makes pictures
painted by strangers,

she makes them
with paper cutouts

on which customers scribble lines
with pens and markers

on stationer's shop.

And now she is about to discover
something very important.

Or maybe not.

Nancy!

We are all gonna die.

Calm down, Parra, calm down,
don't get upset.

Everything will be fine.

It's just that dying is fine.

It's not something that worries me.

It's just like that, it happens.

Well, I don't know
if it was Don Pipo’s turn.

They killed him, which is different.

There are two moments
when I think about death:

one, when I'm really sad, you know?

Sad and depressed.

Then I think I'm going to die.

I’m a little glad to know that the
problem is not going to last forever.

The strange thing is
that the other moment I think about death

is precisely when I’m happy,

when I see that my nephew
is learning to use the weapon.

Then I think I'm going to die, too.

My dad always said:
''The worst is coming at any moment.''

And so I end up getting bitter
every time I'm happy.

It's like I boycott my own happiness.

That is anxiety.
You have anxiety about dying.

Maybe that's why
you became a police officer.

And now,
why are you thinking about death?

Because you are happy or sad?

I don't know, now I'm neutral.

Neither good nor bad.

Perhaps because of Don Pipo.

They fuck him good.

Nancy!

I'm coming!

Nancy!

- Hello Carmen.
- Hello, Nancy. How's it going?

- Fine, you?
- Well, well, everything’s fine.

I just put your stuff
out to dry in the sun.

I can't believe
you still don't have my clothes ready.

Well, Carmen, it's autumn,
the sun is not so strong.

You see?
The sun is losing its strength.

The other day I saw a documentary

in which they said
that the sun is going to die.

Boom!

I don't know how or when,
but the sun is going to die.

So try figure out a way
to dry the clothes.

We still have time. Don't worry.

Listen to me, anyway,

I brought a couple of clothes

I had left at home.

Only a couple of things.

It's fine, Carmen,
but don't you prefer

to bring it with another wash,
with more clothes?

Nancy, it's just two little things.

Put it in someone else's wash
and that's it.

Okay, I'll put it
in someone else's wash.

Wait, I'll make you...

Come back
towards the end of the afternoon.

Well, if I don't come,
Rubén will, if he wakes up.

You blinked, you lost.

It's a game
that we always play with Rubén.

He always beats me, it's crazy.

Once, I think he set a record

of not blinking
for more than a day, imagine that.

Well, I'm on my way, see you later.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I brought you this
from the stationery shop

I don't know
if this works for you.

You are weird.

- Well, take care, bye.
- See you, Carmen.

Be careful because there are
a lot of crazy people out there.

Why do you say that?

Don't you know what happened to Pipo?

I don't, what happened?

Pipo was stupid,

but he was the only one
who knew what to do in this town.

I'm not saying that he stole the money
because the guy was a hard worker.

And last night...

Hello.

Hello, Claudio.

Do you know what happened
to Pipo Lazarragoirría?

Claudio.

Claudio has been washing clothes
at Nancy's

since his washing machine broke down
more than 15 years ago.

And ever since Nancy
accidentally broke his heart.

As he is embarrassed
of taking his underpants,

he washes them by hand at home.

But he's also embarrassed

that Nancy thinks
he doesn't wear underpants.

Claudio and Nancy
have always been friends,

although, once,
they were in love with each other.

But it was something
that happened at the wrong time.

When one was in love,
the other was not.

Something very strange
that Claudio had was a vocal tic.

I rarely saw a vocal tic.

Claudio did...

It all started
as a throat scratching technique,

but it turned into a tic.
Luckily, he's over it.

Claudio has a recurring dream.

It is a nightmare

in which he is walking
in the middle of the steppe

eating a plate of noodles

when, suddenly,
from behind some grass,

a masked man comes out
and shoots him dead.

And boom.

Then, he has an epic fight.

Claudio hits the masked man
and flips him through the air.

And, at that moment,
Claudio wakes up.

Lazarangongia.

It is ''Lazarragarengorria.''

Bah, it was, he's dead.

How did they kill him?

It happened last night,
all the police are crazy.

I can't believe it, what happened?

Guys, stay chatting calmly,
I'll come back later

and, if not, Rubén will.

Bye, Carmen.

Bye.

Take care.

What happened to Pipo?
Tell me, Claudio.

It seems...

see that Pipo opens
the ice cream parlor 24 hours a day,

though it's not clear why.

The guy opened the ice cream parlor
at 4 in the morning

and a guy came
and asked for ice cream.

Pipo let him in...

I don't know if he asked for vanilla,
chocolate,

vanilla on the bottom
and chocolate on top,

the thing is that they got
undoubtedly angry for something,

maybe Pipo
put the chocolate on the bottom

or the vanilla on top, they got angry.

They started arguing,
the guy took a freezer lid

and slapped Pipo
with the freezer lid.

He passed out.

I can't believe it,
it's terrible what you're telling me.

The worst thing is that he later
dragged him to the back,

where Don Pipo lives with his wife,
and tied him to a chair.

He fed him crackers
until he was full,

those crackers
that you have for breakfast...

Yes, the crackers.

...and Pipo choked.

What a paradox.
He choked on crackers.

- Was his wife present?
- Yes, she is the only witness.

But the problem is
that the lady has cerebral palsy.

Sure, she can't talk,
she's the worst witness in the world.

Good Lord! Who could have done
something like that?

He is Humberto.

Humberto likes to eat the leftovers
that people leave in cafes.

He can walk a whole block
without opening his eyes.

Then he starts to get scared.

He likes to change
the sounds of things.

Like when he hears a baby cry:

he imagines the sound
of a grinder cutting iron.

Or he sees a sprinkler
and he imagines a machine gun.

He learns rare words.

Like mitochondria, sempiternal,

petrichor,

argarañar,

surraco,

agibílibus,

serendipity,

bonhomie,

and mellifluous.

He puts the grated cheese
on the noodles all at once, like this.

In one single spot.

Jorgelina and Humberto
live in a town

where it is said
that the wind drives people crazy.

Where there is a volcano
that has no lava

and there are also deer that hit cars.

DEER CRASHES CAR IN JUNÍN DE LOS ANDES

Are you coming from the pharmacy?

No…

yes.

I smell you from here.

Come up.

Let's see.

Which one did you use?

I don't know.

It's good.

It's free.

I don't like this square.

This square is very ugly.

It is harmful to health.

The kids who grow up
and play here get depressed.

They all grow up bad.

Bad to death.

Really bad.

Or bored and sad...

Look at us two.

We've ended like this.

All because of this shitty square.

Do you know what bothers me?

It bothers me a lot

when the butcher leaves the fat
on the meat.

What doesn't he get it out?

The other day

I asked him to remove the fat.

And he told me no,
that it is sold that way.

I told him to sell it to me anyway,
that I would pay for it.

But get the fat out of the meat.

It was so simple for him.

I don't have that sharp knife

and I don't have 20 years of experience
as a butcher.

Do you know
what's wrong with being an adult?

Butchers.

So rude!

So rude!

Good afternoon.

Well, not so good,
because the owner died.

Are you guys open?

Yes, what happened is very hard,
but we believe that Pipo

would have liked us
to open the business anyway.

He didn't stop for a minute.

We thought it would be a good way
to honor him

by opening the ice cream parlor
24 hours a day,

as he would have liked.

So here we are.

I want 1 kg of ice cream.

What flavor?

All banana.

All right.

Today we just have a problem
with the banana flavor.

It's all dark...

I want the whole kilo of banana.

Okay.

Tell me, should euthanasia
and death penalty be legalized?

They are two different things.

Yes, I know.

For me, everything should be legalized.

Death penalty, euthanasia, abortion,

suicide.

Dying should be more legal in this country.

True. Really crazy.

You can kill in self-defense,

dying in self-defense...

is illegal,

you can't.

Did you know that in China or Japan...?
I saw it in a documentary,

it seems like 100 people
commit suicide every day.

How crazy is that...

if someone commits suicide
on the train track,

since they stop the schedules,
everything gets complicated,

the railway companies sue the family
of the person that committed suicide.

Wow, they don't even let you
die in peace.

They also showed that...

those who commit suicide
inside an apartment,

the family is also fined

because it lowers
the property value by 70%.

Dying is no joke.

I'm telling you, if the killer walks by,
I'll shoot him down.

Because he's an assassin.

2722, report.

Officer Perili,
you are requested at the police station.

I hear you, Commissioner.

I need you
to come get some bananas urgently.

Can Parra go, Commissioner?

Affirmative.

Roger that.

Parra.

The Commissioner wants you
to go to the police station.

Can I go by car?

No.

What if I needed it for a chase?
Go walking.

You need something from town?

No thanks.

It's okay, nobody likes Pipo...

Sorry.

Nobody liked him.

But this is not right.

Also, it's incredible
that something like this

happens when nothing
happens here.

Please.

Besides, the only witness is Soledad.
Pipo's wife.

And we already know...
her name is Soledad!

What a paradox, ''loneliness.''

It is a crime full of metaphors.
But you know what?

What?

- I'm going to solve it.
- Yeah, right.

For you, who did it?

No idea.

For you, who did it?

PANDU OF MY LIFE

THE SOAP OF YOUR LIFE!

Jorgelina.

There she is with Humberto.

They are like that because they are bored.

They are always bored.

Jorgelina lives five blocks away,

they hadn't seen each other
for a long time.

They were once a couple.

And they decided to take photos
only in the bad moments,

because they said that they had
few happy moments,

so they would hardly have
any memories.

Jorgelina likes to walk
touching the fences of the houses.

She enjoys that noise
she makes with her hand.

She pierces the plastic of soda packs
in supermarkets.

Sometimes she takes
a stranger's cart

just to find out
how other people live.

She knows how to peel a pineapple.
Not many know how to do it.

She plans to publish a book
with graffiti of dicks.

More than a thousand dicks
in full color.

Nancy!

There I am, the SR12 washing machine.

Super Revolutions 12.

12 for 12,000, that is, 12,000 rpm.

It's a lot.

If you notice, your washing machines
should reach 1000 rpm at most.

I'm sorry if you've found out
that your washing machines are shit.

Yes, it is logical that with such speed
some socks can be lost in the spin.

But, for me, they exaggerate
with the fact that washing machines

make clothes disappear so often.

If you compare it
with the number of things

you lent and did not return,

such as books,

tools

a Tupperware,

lighters,

a pen,

all these objects,
the number is very low

compared to the clothes lost
by the washing machines.

In addition, I was chosen

as the third best appliance
of the century.

Wow, just behind the TV
and the Multiquick.

The Multiquick? That's stupid.

Nancy.

I love Nancy very much.

But, from here, I've always known
that this was not a place for her.

She should be in a bigger city,
not this windy town.

Well, a strange coincidence

is that her name
is Nancy Yolanda Castro,

the same initials as New York City.

Coincidentally, her
greatest fear is freedom.

That freedom to make decisions
and pursue what she really dreams of.

You may think
that this doesn't make sense

but for people who pay attention
to coincidences,

everything makes sense.

Look.

I bought it half an hour ago
and it's already black.

Give it to me.

Gross.

You remind me of someone.

Do you have a cat?

Or do you still have that allergy
that irritated your skin?

Yes, I have a cat.

Now I don't know where it is.

But I have one.

I have a boyfriend.

He listens to heavy metal,
he has blonde hair and he's beautiful.

He has a lot of muscle,

but he doesn't want
to go get ice cream with me.

He says that if someone sees him,
they will tell him that he is ''soft.''

The girl who supposedly loved me,
who used to write me poems,

says that it's not okay
to have ice cream.

What?

Did you...

…ever...

Did you try to poop yourself?

Do you mean on purpose
or if I really messed up?

Yes, on purpose.

No, never. You?

Yes. I did.

In the afternoon,
we began to receive complaints

about the bananas
that are appearing throughout the town,

which, when touched,
turn black almost immediately.

Due to the large number
of complaints,

we decided to start
investigating the matter

and, at the moment,
we have no certainty,

but we have seized several boxes
of black bananas.

We are working to solve the issue.

Hours of great mystery after the
death of Felipe Lazarragarengorria.

We are talking
about this ice cream man

also known as the ice cream man
who worked 24 hours.

Don Pipo, for many.

The last minute information shows

that he died in the early hours
of the morning,

apparently due to suffocation.

We're talking choking on crackers.

Apparently two packs in total.

In any case, the suspects
are being searched for

and we have to say that at this time
the police forensic area

has communicated with the only witness,
Soledad Ancora, Don Pipo's wife.

The problem with Soledad

is that you know
that she suffers from cerebral palsy,

so carrying out an identikit
has taken 5 hours,

but unfortunately very little is known.

In any case, we are going
to put this identikit on the screen

so that you can more or less understand
who they are looking for, these suspects.

At this moment,
there is a lock operation

carried out by the town police.

I hope you like bananas.

When I turned 18,

I wanted to...

poop on myself,

as a gift to myself.

But there is like a defense mechanism
that doesn't let you.

I tried.

Not possible.

Sure, like the body
has its own conscience, right?

Like when you have
to choose noodles,

whether it's noodles or spaghetti.

The body knows
that it wants noodles and not spaghetti.

As if it knew something
that you don't know.

And well,
if you want to poop on yourself,

he's not going to let you
ruin your day.

Right.

But it was a gift for me, understand?

I wanted to connect
with my childhood,

I wanted to... poop on myself.

I never saw you poop.

We were together...

for four years.

And I never saw you poop.

I don't know why I called you.

Do you like windshield wipers?

The noise, more than anything.

This is the one I like the most.

It's cute.

Be quiet.

Is beautiful.

Hello.

This is my car.

Could be, yes.

No, it's my car.

Well, well, we were waiting for you.

Get in.

Get in.

Be quiet.

Here we ask the questions.

Drive.

I don't know how to drive.

Do you want to drive?

I bought it 10 minutes ago
and it was green.

Polyphenol oxidase.

Polyphenol oxidase is the enzyme
that makes bananas turn black.

The commissioner told me
to investigate them.

Looks like they were seized today.

It is not known if it is a bad batch,
if they are poisoned or what,

but the whole town
is complaining about this.

They called the police
for some bananas?

Apparently.

Let's see.

According to the report,

people touch the bananas
and within 5-10 minutes they turn black.

Who wrote this report?
It pure shit.

You add: ''These bananas...

are a metaphor for life.''

I like that. I'll write it down.

They are there, in the shelves,

as if waiting to be chosen
by the love of their lives

and, once chosen, they rot.
They get rotten.

I relate it more to desire.

Like when you want to fulfill a dream,
for example.

The dream would be like a bright,
yellow banana,

and once you have it, it darkens.

It fades, it rots.

The light that drives you to continue
is no more.

Exactly.

Because,
when you achieve what you want,

everything goes to hell.

You want something
and the minute you have it...

bye...

What is your dream?

Learning to shoot with my left hand.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Any news?

According to the autopsy report,

an excess of the enzyme
polyphenol oxidase

was found in the victim's body.

This enzyme, typical of the fruit,

catalyzes the oxygen-dependent reaction

that transforms polyphenols
into o-quinones.

These non-reactive o-quinones
are capable of covalently modifying

a wide range
of nucleophilic species.

In other words,

Mr. Lasanga...
Lazagarengorria,

suffered intoxication
associated with this enzyme

that can produce alterations
in consciousness,

hallucinations, delusions,
and behavioral disorders.

I perhaps associated it

with the fact of making
banana ice cream on a large scale.

I don't understand anything.

Well, to me, this is not a murder, sir.

It's a suicide.

The bruises that the person had…

They are not blows, it is oxidation,

as in the banana.

Or in overripe fruit that turns black.

It's the enzyme.

The only culprit here is the enzyme.

Yes, this is the problem.

In the whole town
there are many bananas.

What happened?

Why are there so many bananas
in town?

What will happen to people
if there are so many bananas?

Are bananas highly contagious?

Pandu of my life.

It is more than a soap powder.

Because it is so, so organic,

that it is even edible.

Pandu of my life,

the healthy life
that your family needs.

Hello, Nancy.

Motherfucker!

Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.
What did you do?

What do you mean?

You are talking to me.

It's true, it sounds weird.

Two out of ten washing machines speak.

Anyway, that's another topic.

What I wanted to tell you
is that I ate Pérez Frignoca's clothes.

The lawyer? That guy.

I sent it to another dimension.

It's something that could happen
and it happened.

Sorry, but in 20 years
you never lost anything.

Every time you opened the lid,

you knew that everything
you had put to wash

would always be inside of me.

In fact, there is an experiment with this
that I am telling you.

Once, a scientist put a wash
with a sock inside a washing machine.

The theory says
that until you open the lid

you don't know if the sock
is going to be there or not.

The crazy thing is
that before you open the lid,

the sock is on and off
at the same time.

Only when you open it and observe,
a possibility is determined.

From here I see
that you are going round and round

and the possibilities are there.

But you have to have determination.

You have to make a decision.

What do you think?

That I like to be here
washing other people's clothes?

That I wouldn't have liked
to be a synchronized swimming champion?

It may be,
but I don't see you doing anything.

You forget my poems.

What do you have to say
about my poetry?

I finished a poem.

Let's see.

Turn there.

Do you know who am I?

Do we know each other?
No idea.

Don't be rude.

Here we ask the questions.

And me?

Do you recognize me?

Look at me very well.

Where are we going?

Don't be rude.

Don't be rude.

Don't you know who we are?

And he doesn't know where we're going.

It's called ''I'm two blocks away.''

He does what he wants
and he makes it beautiful.

I want to talk to him in bed for a week.

Or load gasoline in the Citröen.

Choose a color.

Not today. It's Thursday.

And the carpenter still hasn't come.

Go fuck yourself.
I was thinking of going for two weeks.

The house smells bad
and the cat doesn't meow.

Until next week.

The plane went so high that it insulted us.

Juan Pérez has fun in the supermarket
and cooked noodles.

My dad watched TV
like a cow eating grass.

Something happened to the carburetor.

And you? What's wrong?

The ice cream men
are neighborhood thieves.

I have already experienced all of this.

And in half an hour,
at room temperature,

when the carpenter comes,
if he comes,

he will no longer have fingers.

And they started laughing.

So I tell her: ''Mom, mom,
old lady, do you like Andrés Alberto?''

And what movie do you recommend?

Today I was asked about you.

Be there in five minutes.
I'm two blocks away. Me too.

You like it?

It's crap.

That poetry is rubbish.
To be honest, it's not good.

Nancy got very angry.

I thought she was going to sue me.

''Where were you

the afternoon that
Pérez Fignoca's clothes disappeared?''

Then the judge says,
''I find the washing machine guilty.''

No more talking, case closed.

But Nancy didn't judge me,
on the contrary, she was very angry.

She hit me, ''Where are the clothes?''

The clothes,
give me back the clothes.

At one point she said

that she was going to call Claudio
to dismantle me.

She told me that.

Nancy.

Yes, let's see...

I'm going... wait.

So rude.

So rude.

Yes, I'm going.

So rude.

Can I go back?
I don't not know what's going on.

No-no. Im-po-possible.

Put your phone down.

Really.

I need to go back,
Nancy just called me.

She's a friend, I must go.

I know who Nancy is.

Do you know who I am?

And what about me?
Have you already recognized me?

No, no idea.
It's the first time I've seen you, guys.

Now?

No... I mean, no.

You can turn around and go back.

I'll be right back,
I'm going to see what's wrong with Nancy.

- Nancy, are you okay?
- Claudio!

- What happened?
- Number 12 went crazy.

Tell him what you did
with Pérez Fignoca's clothes,

that bald son of a bitch.

On top of that, he's a lawyer,

he's going to make
a tremendous scandal.

Leave it to me, I'll take care of it.

Wait for me here, I'll be back.

Why did you tell him that?

I don't know.
It was the first thing that occurred to me.

It was very good.
We have to keep it going.

It was good,
we could do something else.

What if we can't go out afterwards?

We have to follow him.

He is the Chosen One.

Yes, he is the Chosen One.

Let's bother them.

He went into the laundry.

So rude.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

You didn't expect that.

What's wrong with them?

Everything's okay.

We are here to tell you
something very important.

Nancy?

Do you know who I am?

I don't, who are you?

I... am you.

And you...

you are me, Claudio.

Nancy?

We are the same person.

I don't understand a thing,
what's going on?

We are the same as you.
In fact, we are you.

You are us and we are you.

The same people, do you understand that?

Let us explain.

Let's start from the beginning.
The Big Bang.

Exploitation.

Explosion.

And what did I say?

Exploitation, but it is explosion.

- I'll start again.
- No, no, we got it.

Good, good, good.

The explosion
gave rise to the formation of...

The universe.

Universe, very good, exactly.

But why a ''uni-verse''?

The process of creating the universe
could have generated

endless possibilities
for different universes to proliferate.

Each variation would represent
a universe in itself,

a pluriverse.

Ours would be just one
of all the possibilities.

In this universe,
we are here in the courtyard,

with a red, white, yellow sheet,

but in another universe.

This sheet could be green
and in another this sheet could be blue.

And in another universe,
this sheet might not be there.

The infinity of possibilities
generates an infinity of universes.

Creating more and more
and more and more possibilities.

Unlimited possibilities.

Each decision that one makes,
a tiny one, any,

each decision that one makes
opens the way to a new universe.

Think of a story that branches off
every story that could have been.

You could have been Olympic athletes.

There is a universe in which you are.

And if it's them, Claudio?

And if they are what?

If they are the ones
who we weren't and arrived...

Where did they come from?

We can't explain to you
how the intertwining of worlds happened

because even we don't understand it.

You have to take it that way.

Like when you're walking

and suddenly someone
who wasn't there before

appears on the corner.

You know,
when you are thinking of someone

and that person just calls you?

Yeah, it happened to me
a bunch of times.

But I don't buy that thing

that many possibilities
coexist in the same universe.

You have to get used to it,
we are animals of habit.

Like the Teenage Mutant
Ninja Turtles, imagine.

Four teenage turtles,
they live in a sewer in New York,

they eat pizza,
they are trained by a giant rat,

all of them named
after Renaissance artists...

...and it seems normal to us.

Excuse me, excuse me,
what's your name?

Coincidentally, they called me Nancy.

We are you in a parallel universe.
You have to accept it.

No way.

In this universe...

In that universe
you made all the right decisions.

You guys are the top model.

The maximum expression.
We are unstoppable, Nancy!

We are perfect, Nancy.
We are perfect, we are perfect.

Nancy, you are very beautiful.
I never imagined you like this.

You're going to hurt you!

- Like what?
- Beautiful, sexy, flirtatious.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

- Thank you.
- No, thanks to you.

Besides all this explanation
that you just gave us,

I can't understand
what you came for.

To tell us this?

To tell us that we are
from another universe?

I cannot believe it.

What are we? You, guys?
But from another universe?

And what use is that information to me?

Okay.

We didn't want to come to this,

but the reality is
that we don't all fit in the same universe.

I agree.

Well, if we don't all fit,

they go back to their planet
and that's it.

It's not a planet! It's
a parallel universe!

How many times
do I have to explain it to you?

It's a parallel universe!

How rude.

No, no, no, you're so rude.

What if those who are not
from this universe are us, Claudio?

Nancy, come on,
I need to tell you something.

Would you give us a minute, please?

So, what can we do now?

I don't know, but we're
gonna come up with something.

Look. It is not a doodle.

It's the identikit
that the police handed out.

But it doesn't look like these guys.

It doesn't even look
like a human face!

They did it based
on the description of the witness.

I've got something.

The wife of the guy who couldn't speak...

she did this with signs.

Nancy!

Nancy!

Nancy!

I'm hungry, Nancy.

I know.

It is so organic that it is even edible.

Guys, a drink!

Thank you, Nancy, you are the best.

Cheers.

Are you okay?

Look at me.

What did you put on it?

What did you put on it?

What do we do with these two now?

When there are stains, there is soap.

That's why Pandu came into my life,

to remove
the most rebellious stains.

Pandu of my life, the soap of your life.

This is the moment

in which Claudio and Nancy
realized that they had screwed up.

Claudio couldn't
believe it, so I intervened.

I tell Nancy to listen to me,
that I have the solution.

She has to pay close attention,
I tell her the whole plan,

Nancy tells Claudio.

She then tells him to look over there:
What does it say?

Claudio reads
''Don't shrink yourself to fit in.''

What does it mean?

If we don't all fit in the same universe,
some have to go.

Aren't you thinking about...?

Nancy tells him that by putting on
a super intense spin of 12,000 rpm,

maybe they could get rid
of Humberto and Jorgelina.

So they went out to the yard,

took a blanket to drag them,

wrapped them up
and took them inside.

They were very heavy,
it took them a while to move them.

They got in,

they put them in the washing machine
as I had told Nancy,

they activated the intense spin.
Very intense.

A few minutes later,

Humberto and Jorgelina woke up
safe and sound in a parallel universe

where Jorgelina
is a successful accountant

who enjoys
Power Point presentations

and uploading photos of meals
to her social networks.

She also is allergic to cats.

One day she was bitten by a dog
and was never stung by a bee.

Now, Humberto started
a chain of butcher shops.

He works on the development
of an on-demand platform

to see film credits.

Not the movie,
but the text at the end.

Their hobby together

is watching soccer games
from the lower leagues,

such as Agropecuario from Carlos Casares
versus Alvarado from Mar del Plata.

They just watch football,
as if hypnotized.

They are watching football all day.

Nancy, you don't have anything
to worry about anymore,

they're going to be fine,
I mean, it's another...

I'm here to pick up Carmen's clothes.

Sure, in a minute.

It's 500 pesos.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome. See you later.

Listen to me. Focus on the duckling.

Steady arm. That's it.

One minute.
For you, who killed Don Pipo?

For me it was the wife.

- Don't put too much pressure on the gun...
- The wife?

It's going to the side.
Keep it straight.

The wife can't even walk!

Parra, it doesn't matter.
Spread the legs.

There.

Now take a deep breath, concentrate.

Always keep it straight.

Parra!

NANCY SPORTS LAUNDRY