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Lord, I'm leaving.
I won't bother you anymore.

Thank you for everything.

If you want,
You can leave your things in the room.

I don't understand, sir. Why?

I've been thinking better,

there are countless things
to do in this house.

Shopping, cooking, clothes and everything in between.

It's not that I can't do it alone,

The issue is that I don't have time.

So are you going to hire me?

Yes girl.

What? Okay, no need to exaggerate.

Do me a favor.

Go to the butcher and buy a piece
of filet mignon to make steak Milanese.

Yes sir. It's for now.

Thank you very much, sir.

"Boludo."

"Pelotudo."

Boludo and pelotudo
are two essential words

if you go to Buenos Aires.

They are insults.
"Boludo" is lighter and friendlier,

you can say without being offensive,
even in an affectionate way.

For example, you can greet
a friend saying:"che, boludo".

Boludo literally means
have big balls. Bo-lu-do.

And there is pelotudo, another insult,
but this one is heavier.

It also means to have
big and heavy balls,

but it is clearly much more aggressive
how boludo.

Up to the pronunciation
It is more aggressive: pe-lo-tu-do.

Manuel is a great "bitch".

The insults in your mouth are a hundredfold
with strength and grace.

He shoots them with precision
of a well-oiled machine gun.

Boludo!

Pelotudo!

THE DOES NOTHING

Nothing.

Third episode.

The truth about steak is Milanese,
The truth of the Milanese.

Reveal with moral superiority
an unpleasant truth

which until now had been maintained
hidden from others.

Always use fil�-mignon
for the Milanese steak.

If the butcher offers a shoulder,
she is underestimating her.

If you offer sirloin, you're a snob.

Rump, never. It's too dry.

Coxo-mole is always a good option.

In my case, at this point in my life,
I won't accept anything less than filet-mignon.

Is it a waste? Perhaps.

Is it ostentatious? I don't care.

Well, it's all yours. Clean it.

Now, a longitudinal cut.

This way we will have big steaks.

I see you're good with knives.

Did you learn in prison?

No, sir. Don't say that.

My first job
it was in a butcher's shop in Concepci�n.

Here, follow Celsa's recipe.

Always keep it on hand.

Add to the egg
a tablespoon of mustard.

It has to be Dijon,
which is Mr. Manuel's favorite.

Then, salt and black pepper
freshly ground.

Important: do not add garlic
and chopped parsley to the eggs.

They must be added
breadcrumbs.

I'm sorry, sir, but I think
that there is an error in the annotation.

It says here that parsley and garlic
are mixed with breadcrumbs,

- but don't they go with the egg?
- No.

No, everyone mixes it with the egg,

but Celsa revolutionized 200 years
from the history of Milanese

adding parsley and garlic
It's breadcrumbs.

Okay!

Tell me why you left the butcher.

I'm not leaving. I was fired.

When I became pregnant with my daughter,

they fired me like that
who noticed my belly.

So I went back to Guarambar.

Right.

No!

I see you have the Argentine drive
of egg and flour.

The secret to a good Milanese
flour, egg, flour.

The first time in flour
remove moisture.

Then, insert it into the egg.

And dip it in flour again,
This way it will be golden brown.

Yes?

Oh yes, dear! I'm already going.

It's Ignacio, he went to get the car.

Advantages of having a lawyer friend.
I'll be right back.

Finish the Milanese steak
and make mashed potatoes.

Yes sir. I'm going to turn on the oven.

No way. I want it fried!

The steak is breaded

It's very good.

It's perfect.

Need a little more butter
and nutmeg in the mash,

but it's divine. Very good.

Artichokes: buy them on Monday
fort night of October,

they are the best.

After the first week of November
stop buying it until next year.

Kitchen utensils:

Do you prefer that the utensils
of stainless steel are cleaned

with a soaked cloth
with alcohol vinegar.

The bronze ones,
preferably use toothpaste

to give the perfect polish.

Wooden ones, always with olive oil.

Attention: in aluminum utensils,
never use abrasive liquids

like vinegar and ammonia,
because they leave stains.

Are you famous?

Are you a food critic?

Yes sir. Among other things.

I always thought it was a great job
be a gastronomic critic.

You eat for free
in the best restaurants.

In the end, if you don't like the food,
At least he ate for free.

Yes, but it's not exactly like that.

20 or 30 years ago,
bad food didn't change anything for me,

but now I have a number counted
of meals at the front.

And each one I don't like, takes away the place

of a meal
which could be exceptional.

I hadn't thought of it that way.

Is the model you want to sell 83 or 84?

- 1982.
- What a shame!

It's a fine line. This model
It is too old to be sold as used,

but it's very new
to be sold to a collector.

It's bullshit, but we'll see.

Furthermore, this yellow
intense egg yolk, my goodness.

- What's the problem with color?
- It's controversial.

The best sellers are gray, blue
and even black, but this one...

I chose the color myself.

I like it, yes.

I like it, yes.

That's my profession.

- Can I?
- Clear.

- Is it the original tapestry?
- Yes of course.

You can tell.
The stench here will never go away.

It's the carpets that got stinky.
Just change them and the stench will go away.

The problem with this model is the transmission.

It always breaks.

Have you ever had problems?

How will I know? I don't remember.

Did you change the mileage?

It says 62 thousand.

Is this for real?

Of course it is.

This car was used very little.

Not a thousand kilometers a year.
This is nothing.

This car never even left the city.

In fact, this is a disadvantage.

This type of car,
When it's not used much... it breaks.

Gaskets, seals dry out,
the pistons rust.

- How much do you want for him?
- Twenty five thousands.

- Dollars?
- No, rupees.

You can't ask for so much. It's madness.
This model is not worth all that.

I can pay at most fifteen thousand.

No, twenty-five.

Just because it's you,
I can offer seventeen thousand.

Twenty-five.

You are too demanding.
To be honest...

Maximum 18. Nothing more.

There's no need to bargain anymore.
This car is no longer for sale.

- Why?
- I'm not going to sell it for 17 thousand,

not for 18, 19, 20 and not for 30 or 50 thousand.

I won't sell it to you.

Don't be irritated.

Remember what I said about meals?

With me, the same goes for people.

That's why I get so angry
for wasting half an hour with you.

So is it like that?

It's my fault you want to sell
a shitty car?

You think it's a collector's item,

but it's just an old car. Full stop.

The truth is that you too
You wasted my time, you idiot!

Screw you.

How it was?

Terrible.

'Cause I was thinking,

remember what you told me

that I couldn't work here
if I didn't know how to drive?

Thought I could train a little

and take away my license,

I could take you everywhere,
just like Celsa did.

But can you have a license?

What is your legal situation?

I have a certificate
of precarious residence,

while I wait for the document
of temporary residence.

But I've been searching

that with this document
I can get my license.

Right.

You will see that I learn quickly.

I will be the best driver.

You will want me to take you
for everything on the side.

Right. I admire your enthusiasm,

but let's take it easy.

Let's do something.
I'll ask Grace

if she can give you driving lessons.

If it's not a problem for her,
fine by me.

Try now.
Let's see if she can score.

Use the rearview mirror to look behind you.

The rear view mirror, of course.

How are you dealing with Manuel?

You can tell me the truth.

Very good. I'm learning a lot.

Does he treat you well?

Do you agree to be his driver?

Yes, it was my idea.

I'm always happy with anything
that makes me better.

I'm asking because I'm his friend,

but we were a couple for a while.

So I know the magnitude
how annoying that old man can be.

No, you are very good.

He's good. This is not discussed.

But he can be annoying.

Take it easy and everything will be fine.

Anything, you can tell me, okay?

Yes ma'am.

A little better.

You did several maneuvers,

but there must be only three.
Let's try again.

Forbidden to move forward?

Yes, but don't ask. Affirm.

- Forbidden to move forward.
- Yes.

Rotary.

Very good.

Bifurcation.

Very good.

Pedestrians prohibited.

No. Wrong.

The existence of human beings is prohibited.

But I read...

No, girl.
I wish this sign existed,

but it doesn't exist. I was kidding.

You were right.

You'll do very well tomorrow.

I don't know. I am very nervous.

Don't worry.

TRAFFIC REGULATION CODE

One, two, three, four, five.

The five central ribs.

The rest is discarded for the soup.

We place the strip on the very hot plate.

We place the strip on the very hot plate.

For cooking

on both sides.

We add a pinch of salt.

And we press.

We add a generous spoonful of butter.

We rub a slice of bread on the plate

to absorb the soul
of what we just did.

The dish is accompanied with chimichurri.

Strip ribs, ready.

It's time to eat.

How it was?

I passed!

That's it, damn it!

It was what I expected.

Yes, I'm happy because it's the first time
that I get along well

since I arrived in Buenos Aires.

I wanted to thank you sir.

It is not necessary.

This deserves a celebration.

Let's have dinner today in a beautiful place.

And you will drive.

What would you like to eat?

A hot dog.

Hot dog?

Sure, why not?

Hot dog.

I'll take her out to eat
the best hot dog in Buenos Aires.

Good evening, Manuel, how are you?

How are you dear?

Two, the way I like it.

It can leave.

You will see.

Tomorrow, when I prepare my medicines,

add a trimebutine tablet,

because it is delicious, but it is pure poison.

Just in case, take one too.

Yes sir.

It's delicious, Julito. The bread is spectacular.

Thank you darling.

Do you know the whole city?

You have many friends.

More than enough for the eight handles.

Eight what?

The coffin handles.

That's what my grandmother always says.

That a person has to have
at least eight friends,

so when you die,
you have someone to carry the coffin.

Holy shit, what a pragmatic grandma!

I offer to carry one.

Only seven left.

Thanks, but I'll pass.

You won't have that pleasure.
I will be cremated.

These hot dogs are delicious.

But next time,
I want to take you to a real dinner.

On Thursday, I have dinner at the club.

This time we all have to take
one guest up to 30 years old.

It seems a little ridiculous, but that's okay.

Are you coming?

The problem is that it's the birthday
from my cousin on the farm,

and I wanted to see her, if you don't mind.

No problem. Don't worry.

You won't miss anything.

We're just five old decadents

who always talk about the same thing.

JUSTICE FOR ALE

Hello.

Do you remember me?

No, I'm sorry.

I'm the waitress who served you
one of these days in Porchester.

Oh! The waitress with the happy cows.

Myself.

I'm in a bit of a hurry, I'm sorry.

They fired me, you know?

- Don't tell me.
- Yes.

The owner read your review

and said it was my fault,
because I didn't do my job.

Tell him to call me, I'll explain

that you served us very well,

and that my criticism was directed
just terrible food

who serve in that moonlight.

No need.
I was going to resign anyway.

The energy there is bad.
They treat us badly, the salary was low.

Well, but since I found it

and knows so many people in the industry,

Could you write a recommendation?

or if you know someone
looking for a waitress...

Clear! I'll do it. Very good.

Thanks. Hang on. Don't go away.

I'm going to make a laboratory
of dream catchers at home.

It's very beautiful and...

This is my phone. My name is Paloma.

Great. Perfect.
If I know something, I'll call.

- Thanks.
- Sorry, but how old are you?

I'm 28. Why?

To begin with,
welcome to the bimonthly meeting

of the Epicurean Circle.

For those who don't know,

the club has only five members.

Mr. Manuel Tamayo Prats,

Mr. Ignacio Virasoro,

Mrs. Grace Figueroa,

Mr. Carlos Martineli

and me, Fernán Montaigne.

To break the ice
and move things around a little,

We create tasks for our meetings.

For today,
We agreed to bring a guest

whose age did not exceed 30 years.

So, I will ask that members
introduce your guests.

This is Felix, he is 20 years old.

He is my youngest and studies sociology
at the University of Buenos Aires.

Hello, nice to meet you.

This is Pedro, he is 30 years old
and is a flight attendant.

Hello. How are you?

Emilio, my partner, architect.

No! Stop. Excuse me.

Grace, what is your connection to the boy?

He is a friend.

Don't say?

It's her? Who is it?
I think I know her from somewhere.

- This is Pamela.
- Paloma.

Yes, Paloma, she is 28 years old.

She specializes in cows

and also a waitress,
I mean, she was a waitress.

Now I remember.

The girl with the happy cows.

- Clear.
- Yes.

Now she does labs on...
About what again?

About how to make dreamcatchers,

and also about balance

of the dream world.

That.

This is Juan, my nephew.

Hello, how are you?

I think Juan was also my nephew
at a certain moment.

- What evil.
- It's a joke.

Well, I'll explain it to those who don't know.

It's very simple.

You eat. And, in the end, they criticize.

But any comment or analysis

It is strictly prohibited
during the meal.

Only at the end.

Well, here's the menu

which the commission approved for today.

Starter: beetroot with salt,
Indian granola and coriander.

First course: foie pat�.

Thanks.

Andean Potato
and quince and lavender confection.

Second plate:

Wagyu fillet cooked with shattercho wood,

mushrooms and chimichurri béarnaise.

Dessert: white chocolate cream,
grapes from San Juan

and pears with apple sauce.

Well I would like to thank everyone
for the invitation and congratulate them,

because meetings like this

are ideal counter cultural exercises
to generate political awareness.

As?

You, inviting young people,
opening up to the collective,

are fighting against individualism

typical of neoliberal hegemony.

So, cheers!

Cheers!

A toast to new friends.

Honey, can you explain to me

What would neoliberal hegemony be?

Manuel!

Why? I want to know.

I'm interested. Tell me, boy.

Clear! Well, neoliberal hegemony

It is the articulation of concentrated powers

in favor of voracious individualism.
Privatist, meritocratic, right?

To the detriment of the current state.

And this capitalist discursive model
is fought

with a new social contract.

- Yes.
- Let's say, a collective dream,

where solidarity comes first
and equal opportunities

acts as new ethical-social horizons.

Stop, Manuel.

Is he mocking me?

Don't worry about him.

He's 20 years old, don't be a bastard.

What does age have to do with it?

Antonia, the girl who is working
in my house now,

She's the same age and she's brilliant.

Manuel, please
I think you drank too much.

You're talking nonsense.

No, dad, it's okay. I...

No, sorry. I won't let this snob
talk shit about you.

Do you like to look over
and vomit your truths

in a boy
who does not have the ability to respond.

Who do you think you are
with this moral superiority?

Your decaying character
It was fun for a while,

but it went over the limit.

Can you stop this?

You are the one who is ridiculing your son.

Stepping forward to defend him.

He has every right to be a little stupid,
as we all were.

- It's normal.
- Stop being condescending.

You want to look good on tape,
but he is a half-hearted dindid.

You are a fake!

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to leave.

- Manuel.
- I prefer not to share the table

with this primate.

So, good night everyone.

And, boy,

Try not to repeat so much nonsense.

Or at least
invent your own nonsense.

I say this with affection.

Well, enough. Where's the dessert?

And you're going to concha de la lora!

Manuel.

"La concha de la lora."

Goodbye.

Another huge insult.

The literal translation would be:
"the macaw's vagina",

but it's useless to translate.

There is no poetry or power of:
"la concha de la lora".

A variant of the same insult
It is also widely used:

"the shell of your mother".

Which means: "your mother's vagina".

This is more aggressive
and more transcendent,

as it refers to the origin of the human being.

Manuel!

Anyway, I prefer: "la concha de la lora."
It's pure poetry.

It's pure poetry.

I would never say that in public,

But, coming out of Manuel's mouth, it's music.

A tango.

"The shell...

de la lora."

Hang on!

Sorry for making you
go through that.

No, are you kidding?

You were incredible!

I loved.

In truth.

What are you going to do now?

I have no idea.

Do you want to come to my house?

The house is not mine, it was occupied,

but people are having a party.

There are DJs, music, drinks, everything.

Are you coming?

- Let's go.
- Really?

- Yes.
- My motorcycle is there.

Let's go.

Ready.

- Hold tight.
- Yes.