Original subtitles

How are you, Doctor?

Tell them not to use the main elevator.

No, I've already told them. Yes, yes.

-Who are they? -That's Alberto Slavsky's daughter,

a very important businessman,

and her boyfriend. I think he's a sociologist...

When Mr. Slavsky died,

they moved to a house in Acasusso

and now the daughter is moving back here.

The daughter turned out kind of a hippie.

Grimier than hippie.

Eliseo,

you and I are good, aren't we?

Meaning what, Doctor?

I mean about the project. You know it's nothing personal against you.

We want to remain in good terms even after you leave the building.

Doctor, please. I understand perfectly well

and I value the huge financial effort

it implies for the residents

because it's gonna be a lot of money, right?

Last night I did the math and said:

"Wow! It's a truckload of money!”

It will amount to 28 salaries,

plus three months' notice,

plus one month severance pay,

plus the end-of-year bonus, plus the owed overdue vacations.

It's a tidy sum.

That's why I really value the effort.

So, tell me, how's the project coming along?

Well, I had to cut off a couple of heads, but the estimates are all ready

and we're waiting for the new blueprints of the design.

-One step at a time. -Yes, that's the key, one step at a time,

because it never works when you try to floor down the accelerator.

At least here in the building it didn't.

What didn't work?

Well, Alberto Slavsky,

the man I just mentioned, was the previous president of the owners' association

and he also wanted to build a pool.

All the owners encouraged him, "Let's do it, Alberto, let's build it.”

But when the time to vote came,

everyone backed out. Nobody wanted to build the pool or give a cent.

The man was furious.

He got so depressed that whenever I talked to him, he'd say:

"No, don't talk to me.”

He was so sad... he got sick. He caught a sudden and fatal cancer

that consumed him in three months.

He was a big guy. But the size of that coffin... it was a little thing.

We held the wake here.

Well, you never know when people will die, no, but...

-Such shitty luck, right? -Yeah. There was nothing he could do.

Alright, thanks. Sure, Doctor.

THE BOSS

Madam architect.

Eliseo.

Didn't we have a deal?

Yes, yes. I've done my part.

I spoke with Zambrano.

I told him it would be a very complex work,

it'd cost us a fortune the owners' association wouldn't be able to pay,

and I also told him

that the building's structure was not prepared to hold a swimming pool.

-But... -But?

He said he'd already spoken with Echagüe about the structural issue...

The engineer on the eighth floor.

I know who Echagüe is and what he does. What else?

Just that. He said the project would move forward,

and that I was free to get off the train.

-The guy even turned a bit aggressive. -Son of a...

Then he said he was going to call another architect who's a friend of his.

I'm looking like an idiot, professionally speaking.

But at least you have my vote against it.

I know, I know, but...

obviously your vote is not enough.

Eliseo, there's nothing else I can do.

I promised you'd have my vote, and I turned down a profitable project...

I know, and I really appreciate it.

No, don't thank me.

I'm doing it for Marina.

You make such a beautiful couple.

-Bye. -Bye.

NO TRESPASSING

THEY SLEEP LATE ON SUNDAYS

What are you hiding, you piece of shit?

Hmm?

What can I use against you?

Are you using drugs?

Are you screwing someone on the side? Tell me.

Mhm-hmm.

You must be involved in something illegal.

You must have something I can use, tell me, you phony asshole.

Wait, I'm also going up.

-How are you? I'm fine.

Eighth floor.

How's everything, María? All right?

Fine, fine, everything's fine.

-Want me to give you a hand with the bag? -No, no. I can manage by myself.

Your employers should be more considerate

because this bag is very heavy.

Oh! It's my job.

Is everything all right with your employers?

All's good.

I'm only asking, María, because sometimes we hear yelling.

Is everything alright between Romina and Dr. Zambrano? Do they fight a lot?

No. I don't talk about my employers' lives, okay?

And you do just fine, María.

-It's something private. -Sure.

Your ethical behavior is exemplary. Congratulations.

Thanks.

-Hello, good afternoon. Hi.

Is that a new friend?

Yes, he's mine. I named him Flash.

He's a cutie.

The new self-guilt present from his mother.

-It's beautiful. -Yeah, I love him.

Hello. Good afternoon. Hello.

Hi. Have you seen my new puppy?

I have a feeling you like Camila, right?

I don't know!

I think I do.

I find you're sucking up to her. "You like my puppy?” No.

You should be more indifferent, pretend you don't care.

What's that?

When she walked in, she didn't even look at you.

You have to do the same thing. Don't even look at her.

That's how the mind works. Indifference always...

generates interest.

It works. Now pretend you don't care about me.

What were you talking about?

Men stuff. None of your business.

-Hey! -See? It always works.

Let's go. Bye!

The key here is very simple: find the enemy's weakness

and attack.

I'm trying to figure out a plan.

A plan?

A perfect plan.

That's hard, isn't it?

One step at a time, what would the next steps be?

To investigate. In order to get him off by back,

I need that a scandal blows up,

something outrageous, so that he'll forget about the pool.

Well, problems... If you want one, I have hundreds of them.

Yeah, I don't have the slightest doubt.

For example, now I have this problem with my mistress...

Sure, your fake mistress.

-Why do you say fake? -Oops, sorry.

Your made-up mistress.

Eliseo, I don't get why you call her my made-up mistress

if you know well she looks at me, she has the hots for me...

Hey! That's it.

-What? -That's it!

What?

You just gave me one hell of an idea, Gabriel.

Open the door for me.

Alright.

You've just reached Eliseo's number.

I can't take your call right now.

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Pay close attention,

it's a controversial idea, but it might work.

It's a matter of killing or getting killed, right?

You don't have to be sorry for her

because, if she's married to a turd like Zambrano,

it must be for something.

We might end up doing her a favor by lifting that weight off her shoulders,

you know?

So, let's go for it!

Today's the day.

Kill or get killed.

Why are you doing that on a Saturday?

Well... I'm taking advantage that there's little movement down here.

A family outing?

We're going to the movies.

-Well, have a good time. Bye, man. See you later.

-Dad, I have a tummy ache. -It's your fault for eating all that shit.

Don't talk to him like that. -I've told him not to eat shit.

He eats shit, so now he has to suck it up.

What can I say? Let's go.

Good morning, Doctor.

Go on, Uli, hurry up. Oh! All the lights are on.

Dear God, Romina! This is a lost battle. The lights must be turned off.

I turned them off!

Come on, Ulises. You must remember to take a shit before going out.

We're always late because of you.

The poor thing is sick. I'll go check on him.

Are you okay in there, sweetie?

Yeah.

Sure? Yeah!

There he is.

Hurry up, Ulises, we're gonna arrive late, only to see half the movie.

The light, mister. Turn it off.

Turn off the light.

-That's good, very good. Let's go.

Alright, all the lights are off, all's in order. Fine, let's go.

And we're gone.

Doctor, very much obliged. I've already got what I needed.

Ah! And Romina, for the kid, only white rice for a couple of days.

ROMINA, I'M WRITING THIS LETTER...

I'M WRITING THIS LETTER TO YOU...

-Hello. Hey.

-How are you? -Fine, and you?

Sorry, I don't have any change for your tip.

-Next time. It's okay. No problem.

Hey!

Yes? Excuse me, do you have a minute?

-What for? -For a job.

-I'm Eliseo. How are you? -Alejandra.

Hi, Alejandra.

I got a lot of respect for the people that do your kind of job.

All day long on the bike

making deliveries, come rain or shine, cold or hot.

That's why it pisses me off when you run into pricks like this one

who won't even give you a tip. I hate people like him.

If you only knew the way he lives...

That's why I'd like to offer you an opportunity

to make some good money.

How?

I'll need an hour of your time and I'll pay you, I don't know,

ten times more than what you make per hour, per delivery.

What would...? What would I have to do?

No, no, no, nothing weird. No, please!

Do you have a nice handwriting?

"Romina, I'm writing this letter to you...

to tell you the truth

about Matías Zambrano.

I met him at the bar where I work.

He told me he wasn't married...

and when I realized it wasn't true,

he'd make me feel like a..."

-Like a fool. -No.

A fool is too naive. Gullible!

That's a good word. "Gullible."

"We would do it all over the place,

in the car,

in some motels,

but he would never take me to his place.

That's when I started to become suspicious.

Now you know who the real Matías Zambrano is.

He will deny everything,

but only you and I have seen

those printed boxers with daisies of his.

This monster must be stopped.

Sincerely, your new friend...”

Let's see. How can we sign the letter?

-Ivonne? -No, no, too refined.

Zoe.

Zoe no. Zoe is too modern.

-Let's see, let's see... -Ayelén.

No, too indigenous.

Julieta. Let's put Julieta. A common, normal name.

Very good, very good. I like it.

Great.

-Very, very good. -Excellent.

Here. This is... what we had agreed.

-Thanks. -Thank you very much. Let's go.

Oh, Magui! Hey.

-Was it easy to find the place? -Yeah, yeah.

This is closer than the other place, isn't it?

More or less. I had to take two buses.

Eliseo, this is Magui.

Hello, Magui. -Nice to meet you.

Magui used to help us at our last place.

She's gonna come a couple of hours every day.

Good. Perfect. Then I'm writing her down.

"Six B.

Domestic help.

Magui." What is it? Magdalena?

"Magdalena."

Okay, Magdalena. Your last name, please.

-Gauna. "Gauna."

-Very good. Would you please sign here? -Yes.

Instead of domestic help, we rather call her

"the girl who helps at home.”

We're not like all those cavemen in this neighborhood.

There are very good people in here too.

Well, you know what I mean. Magui is Carmen's daughter.

She used to work for us. Remember?

How could I not remember Carmen? Your mother was an excellent person.

And very hard working.

Welcome, Magui.

-Thanks. -You two have a nice day. Bye.

Good morning, Doctor. How are you today?

Domestic help must...

-use the back door. -It's her first time here.

I don't give a shit. That's why we have a service entrance.

-Very well, Doctor. -The back door.

-Always, okay? -It won't happen again, don't worry.

Please, take the mail to Mrs. Zambrano.

At this time?

Yes, at this time. This has just arrived.

-What are you looking at? Move it. -Sorry, sorry.

-Eliseo, I passed another level. -Good.

-What level are you in? Five.

-How many are there? -30.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

-Where's your puppy? -I stuck it up my ass.

Excuse me?

What do you care? Who do you think you are

talking to me like that, you moron?

Apologize right now.

I'm sorry. Louder.

-Sorry. -I can't hear you.

I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to be rude. Sorry. Please.

Now we're talking. Let's start again.

-Where's your puppy? -He's at--

I don't care. Bye, moron.

I will never listen to you again.

Let me open it for you, Romina.

-Thank you. -You look so elegant.

Going to some special event?

No, we're just eating out.

I invited Matias to dinner to celebrate love.

-How nice. No better reason to celebrate. -Yep.

-Alright. Bye. -Bye. Enjoy your evening.

Hello, darling. -Wow.

Shall we go? Yes, sure.

Hair treatment?

A little late, Doctor.

Did you tear up the letter, Romina?

Why?

Hi, Alejandra, how are you?

This is Eliseo.

Sorry to bother you, but I need you for a couple of hours.

The letter didn't work.

No.

Can you make it tomorrow?

-Hello, Mrs. Zambrano. No, too formal.

Call her Romina.

Don't worry. Let's try it again. Go.

-Hello, Romina. -Yes. Who is this?

This is Julieta.

How dare you call my house, you motherfucking cunt?

You're nothing but a whore.

Take it easy. She may react like that. Don't feel bad.

-Let's try again. -Eh...

Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm calling to explain to you--

What do you want to explain, cunt?

Eh... that Mateo lied to me.

-Mateo? His name is Matías. -Oh!

Oh! Sorry.

Matías. Matías lied to me.

Eh... I didn't know he was married.

I found out by pure chance.

If I'd known I wouldn't have given him my number--

No. You sound as if you were reading. You're not feeling it.

You've found out your boyfriend's married. Let yourself go, feel it.

Come on.

-That lying prick! I almost killed him! -Louder.

That lying motherfucking prick! I could cut out his balls.

Now we're way out on the other side. There has to be a middle ground.

Let's do it again.

So, why are you calling me?

Because you must know...

No. There has to be like a feminine bond between you two.

You understand each other,

support each other.

Let's go.

I'm calling you because, if this happened to me,

I'd like the other woman to call me and tell me what kind of a bastard I married.

Awesome, extraordinary.

That's it. Now let's do the real thing.

Ready? Let's do it.

Hello?

Hello. Romina?

Who is this?

This is Julieta.

Ah! Julieta.

How did you get my number?

Uhhh...

What's wrong? Did you lose your voice?

I checked Matías' phone.

How clever!

Yes, that's how I found out he's married

and that's why I'm calling.

To warn you about the kind of person he is.

Let me make something clear.

What my husband does... I repeat,

what my legal husband

does outside this home is his business.

As long as he comes back, treats me like he must,

and provides what he has to provide,

I'm happy.

What did you think?

That you are the first broad he screws?

He told me

he wants to get a divorce and just needs some time.

And you believed him, you retard?

I feel sorry for you.

Don't be such an idiot.

Don't send me any more letters. How old are you anyway, 12?

Listen, I don't know you, but let me give you a piece of advice.

Find yourself a guy

that will give something more than Matias will.

It's for your own good.

He told me he wanted me to have his baby.

A baby?

And you believed him, you dimwit?

Yes, sure. We're trying.

I hate to disappoint you,

but Matias had a vasectomy three years ago.

A vasectomy?

The last thing he wants is another child.

-But he told me-- Listen,

if you have a problem with him,

take it up with him.

I'm not the customers' complaints department for half-wit dames

who believe everything they're told.

Don't call me again.

I am his wife,

and the wife deserves to be respected.

Do you understand me?

Maybe we should try some other way.

I don't know, face to face.

Maybe if she sees me...

I can get dolled up a bit.

No, forget it.

Obviously this is not the way.

Well, nothing. Don't forget.

Four knife-cuts with olives...

No potatoes, with raisins, baked, not fried.

Perfect. I'll be waiting.

THEY SLEEP LATE ON SUNDAYS

THE BOSS