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We should find out.

You gonna tell me what happened with Ver�nica?

I don't know...

Do you smell what I smell? What a stench of cheesy feet...

You've got a zombie in the closet?

Must be that anchovy cologne you wear!

It's these tennis shoes... they've rotten away!

I'd throw them away but they might be hazardous material.

So what happened with your wife?

Don't know. She got an age attack. She wants romance, passi�n...

- Did she cheat on you? - No, you moron...

She met a guy, I don't know.

She's like... mesmerized.

But did she fuck him or not?

- What does that matter? - A lot!

If she fucked him, you're screwed.

- What if she just fell in love? - You're screwed too.

So, what does it matter?

- Let's follow them! Let me follow them! - Are you high? - Why not?

- What for? - To shake things up!

- To catch them in the act. Aren't you mad? - That's no use.

You think?

You know what she said?

That this guy...

makes her shake...

that he makes her feel things I don't any more...

I don't know.

- She fucked him, what a bitch. - I'm going to the club.

- What did I say? - She's not a bitch!

- Why not? - She's not!

She's lonely,

doubtful... Unsatisfied. Maybe I didn't give her what she needed...

- She's not a bitch. - When you look at it like that, poor girl.

Are you crazy? First a bitch, now it's ''poor girl''!

- Is it my fault now? - Let's not talk about Veronica.

- Yeah, let's not. - No chick talk.

They mess with your head.

No more girls.

Like that neurotic Cristina.

- What about her? - I don't know,

we went out a couple of times...

She was fine, very seductive, what have you.

Then, I don't know.

I'm not her type...

She needs something solid and reliable to get her there.

Give her Angelito's number; he sells a '79 Ford.

Anyway, it made me re-evaluate my priorities...

- Yeah? - 'cause now I'm fine here.

I've got my guitar,

my cable TV...

my boy.

Don't bust my balls. I'm going to the club.

- I knew it. - You need love. Come on, daddy!

At least, close the bathroom door, you pig!

Ms. Graciela?

- Yes. - A call for you.

- For me? - Yes.

- Hello? - It's Julio.

Jules, remember?

Where are you?

Out in the dumps; l can't get used to it.

l liked you, but I�m not coming back.

- What? - I�m sorry.

He could've taken me to an all-you-can-eat.

My card was about to be cancelled for lack of use...

I'll pay you back, I swear, slowly...

- Don't worry about it. - I'll pay you back.

What a moron!

How couldn't I tell? So obvious!

Why would he take me as an interpreter? What an idiot!

- It reminds me of... what's her name? The journalist. - Which one?

- That broad... - Where does she work?

Lois...

- She worked in that paper... - Delfino?

No... The other one... Lane. Lois Lane,

she had Superman right next to her...

She didn't realize that just taking off his glasses...

she had him there.

Anyway, Superman,

another turd...

Hey, man.

Hey.

Hello, who is it?

Oh, hi, Cristina...

Let me see...

Come in.

Hey, man,

Amadeo, wake up.

Wake up! Cristina's coming up.

- What Cristina? - Cristina, you creep!

- What are you doing? Why did you let her in? - She rang the bell!

At this time?

- Have her call me on the phone. - Your phone's been cut off.

Give her your cell number!

- Hi... - How are you?

How are you?

Sorry about the time. Is Amadeo in?

Amadeo?

Amadeo!

Who is it?

Cristina.

Cristina who?

Cristina me.

Well,

he won't answer me.

I must've hurt him like hell with what I said...

I'll leave you this.

It's two rings...

Same pattern as the bracelet. I made them with Brunito's braces.

- Hang on a second. - Well...

She wants to see you, look what she made.

What's this? Shit! I pricked myself!

- What is it? - It's handicraft, don't be a coward, get out...

You shouldn't have let her in.

I'll beat the shit out of you.

- Come out! Now! - All right.

Ladies and gentlemen...

From the top of this soapy pole...

70 years of history look upon us...

Today we'll show the entire community...

we're not in decline,

That's a word we have to erase...

from our vocabulary, by repeating words like...

Don Aquiles.

Since that remote night in which three Galician boys...

Bruni...

You know Mommy doesn't have a nickel.

It's not your fault; not my fault,

- It's... whose fault? - Daddy's. - Good

Three basic things: Don't borrow,

buy or touch anything, ok?

Okay, go, have fun!

- And what can I do? - What can I do?

Watch others have fun. Come, I'll teach you.

Up, up, up, up, up!

Come on, up, up, up!

We're doing this for the club!

One, two, three!

It's time to give the award for best team-mate...

in mini-basketball...And the winner is...

Ramiro Cohen!

Whoever pays 1 peso can pay 1.20.

It's a 20% rise at once; outrageous!

We gotta make money; that's why we're doing this.

I'd been stalling some guys because of the club...

They're interested in buying the premises...

to open a recreational centre with games of chance.

- A casino. - Kind of...

- It's not Vegas. - You drunk?

- You want to open a casino? - Why not!

They take over the debt,

and they offer 200 jobs to club members.

Local businesses are very happy.

You can't do that, the statute clearly says...

It says the club is sold if members want it.

It also says that the money goes to charity.

But the jobs are for members; call an assembly.

Members won't close down the club.

Call an assembly and listen to the people. People want jobs!

Look, I need a hand...

Use the one you have in the cake.

Are you calling me a crook?

- Don't get upset. - A crook?

Don't you know me?

Enough, dammit!

I can't stand your constant fighting.

If it's not the ball, it's Ver�nica or a ridiculous photo...

The club is not for sale,

We'll save it with honest work. Or we'll go to Court;

And if honesty, work and justice are not enough,

we'll get a lawyer.

Let's get to work.

That's why you dumped your ID card?

- Because of the photo? - I lost it.

- Hi, love. - Hello.

No, don't drink.

Just a little,

- don't be mean, just to wet my lips. - I'll wet your lips.

Have a good seat?

- Where will you be? - Backstage.

Then my seat is bad, I can only see the front.

We're giving an award too.

Basketball 1st pitched in; it wasn't much: so it's a catch-all award.

Best team-mate, best sportsman, best vibe and worst breath

for the glorious Amadeo Grimberg.

Amadeo! Amadeo!

Here, dad will give you something.

Eduardo.

- Hi. - Hi, how are you?

What a surprise.

- How are things? - Fine, great.

If you'd told me, we could've met somewhere quieter.

- It's Brunito who called me. - Did he?

Watch the phone bill, sweetie; mommy pays it.

I'm joking, don't get mad.

I'm happy to see you.

See how spiffy daddy looks.

That tie... And I'm all shabby...

We have a sweet 16 party afterwards.

- Bruno can't make it. - Let's get going, honey.

Oh, yes, love. Well...

Graciela, Heidi; Heidi, Graciela.

Looks great, huh?

So this is Heidi.

And you would be ''Grandpa''.

Funny, isn't she?

- See you on Thursday? - Sure...

What time? Where?

In court. The hearing...

Bye, champ, stay well.

- Bye. - Bye.

Up, up, up, up...

Hello, good evening,

how are you? I'm Cristina,

the dance teacher; we prepared this show with the girls,

for you to see our work,

and though they beat me to the punch

I want to dedicate it to Amadeo, my love.

Well,

you must be somewhere,

I don't know. Are you there?

No.

Well,

sure you're not out there?

The table at the back?

Well,

Lights, please?

Yes?

Well, bye, thank you.

Two girls dancing together?

Yes, I thought it would be sexier.

Dear, this is Andalusian!

Didn't you ask me for Spanish music?

A Galician or Aragonese dance, not this.

Well, this is it. It has life and sex.

I'll be right back.

- You should get them into the box. - Yeah.

- This is my dad, Yanina. - How are you?

Pleased to meet you.

- Got a second? - Hold on.

Dari, how's your mom doing?

- What about you? - Me?

How are you?

- Fine. Perfect. - Sure?

Yeah, why?

Why not come with me?

- Me? No. - Yes.

- No, not me. - Come with me!

- No. Not me. - Why? What have you got here?

What? Are you nuts?

- Maca, all of this... - What about all this?

Anyone made it to 1st divisi�n?

The club's ruined your life.

What did you amount to?

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. - I understand.

No, I'm sorry.

It's different now,

you can call,

chat, the Internet...

It's not like with Don Aquiles.

It's different.

Very. The ones we send out know how to read and write.

Amadeo?

- What are you doing? - Resting.

Come on... You've been drinking.

- I'll help you. - I got it!

- Come on. - Let go!

Let go! Don't bust my balls!

What's wrong with you?

You're busting my balls.

What?

Nothing, get lost.

What are you looking at?

Get lost!

- What's with you? - Go on, he's drunk.

I'm not drunk. What are you looking at?

What's she looking at?

- What are you looking at? - I'm looking at you, you son of a bitch!

Why can't I look at you? Let go!

I did the show for you, asshole!

- Don't look at me. - Can't I look at you?

- You can't! - He's drunk.

I know! No kidding!

I'm not drunk.

- I didn't want to be with you. - Don't look at me!

You're so stupid!

How is it...?

Who can't handle love?

He's drunk, leave him.

Well,

- C'est tout. - One more.

Give me that.

People mean well,

but have no means.

- I'll put this in the safe. - Here?

They might steal it in the bank.

Don Aquiles,

what was that story about the...

Galician boys? You're about to tell it...

I've told it a million times, no.

- It's a good story. - Tell it again.

Tell it! Tell it!

Three Galician boys were coming back from playing a soccer game,

and the Chevy they're driving broke down, out in the country.

- I've told this other times. - But it's nice!

I never knew about the Chevy.

While one of them fixed it,

the others tried to play a match.

Little by little, they got used to darkness...

and you could see perfectly,

just perfectly.

And there they saw it,

a full moon

barely touching the horizon...

huge, yellow.

In Galicia,

among the mountains,

you could never see that, so much light.

By the end of the match we thought...

It'd be good to have a place like that,

where there's always light, a permanent moon...

Seems foolish...

Why not that same place?

It seemed like magic.

You built the club on that field?

No, in the end they opened a mini...

- Minimart... - Minimart, yes.

The moon was never seen again,

but we founded our own club.

Well.

I don't know how to change.

We should find out.

I'll do whatever you want.

Do whatever you can.

What happened?

A little heart attack.

We were having mat�, and look...

- Can I come in? - Go ahead.

Don Aquiles.

Rom�n.

What a scare, huh?

Could you open the window a little?

There are no windows.

I want to see the moon.

It's cloudy, you can't see it now.

Then don't worry,

I won't die today.

Of course not, man!

Are people from the club here?

Yes, sure. Everybody.

What about mom?

Don't leave her alone. Don't let me down now.

No,

of course not.

Open

the window a little.

- The moon is not out yet. - Better yet;

I can see it come out.

I'm cold.

I'm cold here.

Antonia was right...

The Russian had told me:

''Come with me''...

there, to Immigration,

so he could say he was my dad.

Imagine me...

at 8, alone,

well, with my brother Miguel,

I only spoke Galician,

with a Russian father...

We were terrified.

The bald guy at Customs looked

at the Russian and laughed.

The Russian laughed too.

He let us in out of pity.

Can't you open the window?

Please, open it a little.

If you see the bald guy,

give him my thanks.

She's precious! She's changed my life. I went to my first meeting...

- What meeting? - AA.

Really? Great, man! See,

...a woman's a woman. You'd never listen to me.

A- ma-zing, Rom�n. Did you know

there'll always be better days and worse days?

So no matter what, today's an average day

Get out.

So much happiness is hard to handle, man. They warn you about that too.

- You look good. - Yeah, I feel...

Stop, cool it a little.

But you look good, that's great.

I can't reach.

Right on, basketball!

In the name of the Father,

the Son

and the Holy Ghost, Amen.

Our Father who art in Heaven...

- What are you doing? - You asshole!

- Don't do that in a cemetery! - Are you stealing flowers?

Graciela took the ones I brought.

And they were for Cristina.

You giving her flowers from a tomb?

Is it my fault if Don Aquiles dies at my best hour?

Are you nuts? It's profane.

- Are you a tomb raider? - You have to seize the day.

One day at a time. One day at a time.

Look, you need...

serenity to change what can be changed;

wisdom to accept...

what cannot be changed, and courage to change what...

no, valor, valor to change...

how was it?

Get back on the wagon, moron.

Really, change matters.

I'm rethinking a lot of things, my relationship to the club...

What do you have to rethink about it?

Nothing...

I'm asking... Is the casino a bad idea or an opportunity?

- Hold it; you kidding? - It's just an idea...

You know, now...

that I've changed, I'm with the woman I love,

I can build something stable...

Is it bad to want to improve?

You're mixing things up.

No, I mean... I don't know...

Alejandro said I could do maintenance work.

- You talked to him? - Yeah, the other day.

It's a scam. They'll just toss a few crumbs your way

I can't change that, I can change my life... That's it:

wisdom to know the difference.

You're voting for selling.

I can't go on doing odd jobs...

I want to start a new life. What do I say? A life, for the first time.

I want to take care of what I have...

Cristina...

Please, help me.

If you help me,

- I'll help you. - How can you help me?

I don't want to, let's go,

- get me out of here. - no, grow some balls.

Hurry, before the cops come.

- No, I can't. - No!

Balls, man! Bet on life!

The lotto is better. She respects me little enough.

- Woman don't forget... - I know the lyrics.

Then go!

''Woman, woman, don't forget

he who went and sang for you...''

What if she's with him?

Better! Balls! Faith and balls!

''Woman, woman, don't forget

he who went and sang for you...''

''on full moon nights

by the gate his love...''

''and when remembering the troubadour's

elegant song''

''a window opens and a

Thank you is heard''

Cut it out, will you? Are you nuts?

- Sorry, we screwed up, let's go. - No.

Bet on life, handle love!

Rom�n!

Yes, honey?

Oh, how nice.

- Let's go to the living-room. - Maca might hear us.

- What's up with this serenade? - Amadeo's idea.

It was lovely. I liked it,

- Me too, me too. - I loved hearing it.

But,

I don't want to go back to the same,

I want a deeper change...

Are you okay?

- I'm a little nauseous. - Have an anti-acid.

- You've only one left. - I have a fresh pack.

Thanks.

- Things are not working with... - Don't say his name.

Weren't you my best friend?

Who told you that crap?

Okay, if things are bad and you need to talk...

- No, things are not bad. - I'd rather not talk then.

It's that...

No one taught me how to start a relationship at 40...

That should be taught at school!

Look at you... This guy shows up, you shake,

throw up, shit on your pants...

He's like the Eboli virus! Plus you throw away everything we've got...

- What's everything we've got? - The house, the kids... - See? That's it!

I was scared when you found out, you'd go crazy...

you'd kill me or him, a bloodshed... I don't know what I dreamt of!

Something more...

But you didn't kill me, no blood was spilt.

- You did nothing. - What did you want me to do?

The house, the kids. The kids will leave.

- Did you talk to Dar�o? - What do you want me to tell him?

What do you want to tell him? What do you want to do?

What do you want, Rom�n?

See what's happening?

We want less and less; that's why we have less.

And we want less, have less, want less...

until we won't want or have anything!

The house is falling apart...

I want something more...

Something...

I know things didn't turn out as we dreamt, but

if we figure assets and liabilities, the balance...

What? My life's not a grocery store. How do you open this?

Where have you been these 22 years? You never dressed as a belly dancer...

Who pushed me into taking the cab job?

Who busted my balls with bills, the house, the kids?

In any case, we built this together. I didn't decide on my own.

I didn't fail on my own.

And if I did...

and you stood next to me doing nothing to help me

then you're one damned bitch.

We built this together,

it wasn't just me.

Show me a pole that isn't soapy.

- Leave that, you... - Shit!

- You scared me! - What are you doing?

I'm working on the files...

Almost had a heart attack.

What were you doing here?

What were you doing?

Told you; the balance. I was just leaving.

I don't have a dime,

I'm desperate.

I don't know what to do, I've sold everything.

I'm sorry, I beg you, forgive me, Rom�n, I'm sorry.

- Easy. - Don't tell anyone.

Rom�n,

- Don't tell Bruno... - No, calm down.

Look at me. Promise me, don't tell Bruno, I'm begging you.

No, calm down a little.

I swear I was going to give it back.

I wrote it down, I was gonna give it back...

I know, calm down.

- I'm a piece of shit. - No, listen,

listen to me...

I know who you are.

Come on, calm down.

- How much do you need? - No, it's ok...

Let them cut my power off... For what one has to see...

- Are you living in the club? - Who cares?

- And now you're getting evicted? - On top of it...

Can you believe this guy?

He grew up in there, now he's convincing everyone to sell...

What bugs me most are the kids.

What will they do now?

And you.

Me?

You always ask what'll happen to the kids...

But what will happen to you if the club's gone?

Well,

- ...shall we go to sleep? - Let's.

- See you. Sleep well. - You too.

What do you think?

- About what? - What will they vote for?

I don't know...

People are such turds.

You sleep comfortably at the club?

Sort of.

No, because...

I don't know...

Bruno is at my folks'...

If you want to stay over, you can take his bed.

No, never mind, don't bother. Thanks, anyway...

Sure? Well...

Bye.

I love you.

- Fell like doing something? - Yes, yes.

- For the club, I mean. - Yes, that too.

Do you want to stay

- ...and talk? - If it's okay...

I mean, we gotta think of something...

- It's fine with me. - Yes?

Yes, let's think of something.

You're strong, Rom�n.

- You'll convince them. - What should I do?

I don't know, talk to them...

don't let them win, because we're not shit.

No, we're not.

The hell we are.

We have to fight.

Yeah.

You've got to be hard.

I'm a little nervous.

- I mean with the people. - Oh, yeah.

We're good people, right?

- Yeah, we're great. - We are.

I'm still hooked on the turd...

And I on the bitch.

Ok, as long as that's clear.

People have been waiting long, we've got to begin.

How can we begin without Roman? He's the main board member.

Doesn't matter.

- Emilio, hi. - Hi, how are you?

- I'm coming to vote. - Are you a member?

Rom�n wouldn't have given me children if I weren't?

Emilio, I'm starting.

- Firstly, I'd like to thank Mr. Bengoa... - Sorry, Bengoa who?

The one who bought the textile plant to dismantle it?

My dad is one of the guys who got the sack. He sends you a message:

Fuck you, creep!

Don't talk to me like that!

About time, man! What were you doing?

- We got stuck... - Come on!

Even though we're not all here yet...

I'd like to go over the proposal.

Well, about time.

Look at him.

Sorry, go on.

I was saying... it's very simple.

200 jobs for all club members;

three bars,

two restaurants...

This is a great deal for us...

for Avellaneda.

200 jobs, money that will stay in Avella...

What are you looking at?

Her name's Dalma.

- I'd like to... - Raise your hand.

Rom�n has the floor.

For that, the club must be closed down.

No, no.

The club Don Aquiles founded no longer exists... I think...

We know what you think. I want to know what the members think.

Can those in favour of selling raise your hand?

- You want to vote now? - No.

I want to know what they think.

Raise your hand. It's not binding.

- What? - Raise your hand just to see.

Well, let's see...

1, 2, 3...

Amadeo's made a mistake. Put your hand down.

It's not a mistake.

Are you stupid? Put your hand down!

43 in favour of selling,

- Let's face reality. - Give the award back, man!

The gentleman has the floor.

I owned the butcher's shop on Mitre, remember?

I ought to sell 1,200 kilos a week to go by;

at least 800 not to starve.

You know how much I was selling? 500. I had to sell.

The shop was named after my two daughters...

You know what it's called now?

''Laughing Cow Incorporated''.

It's not funny.

When things aren't working, you have to sell.

Your meat was shoe leather.

What? Look what he's saying!

When you get to know this, you fall in love,

right?

Yes.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Let's see, Andrea.

It's hard for me, because here my mom...

won 1st prize for her geisha costume...

and that's a memory I can't erase.

- We're starving, honey! - No, let's not give up...

Let's do another festival.

We did one and nobody came... I ate pastafrola for two weeks.

This argument is upsetting me very much.

We are hurting each other,

attacking each other...

It's disturbing, it's hell on me.

- So leave! - Shut up, asshole!

Let's say we can pay off the debt...

How do we pay for the leaking roofs or the falling ceiling?

Are we waiting for the roof to fall on a kid to remember reality exists?

- Cement is real. - I have a counterproposal.

It's something Graciela and I worked on.

This assembly was called to discuss my proposal. The statute says...

We are here to decide on the life of the club,

I don't give a fuck about the statute, much less about what you say.

We may be few, the walls may be falling down,

but they were built by thousands over 70 years;

at least for their sake, you'll listen.

Wait! Come in, kids.

I want the kids to witness what we'll do.

This is an assembly! Minors can't be here.

They're old enough to face reality.

Tell us... How much do you get for this casino deal? For real.

They'll take the club like they took everything else.

Ignorant! I bring a solution and now it's my fault.

Don't insult the kid 'cause I'll bust your ass.

Just when we're about to become champions!

Go, go! Basketball!

Go, go! Basketball!

Is that your dream?

Is that what worries you?

That's your dream!

See, Rom�n, why we need jobs?

So that we can all dream big-time once again,

not 3 or 4 loud guys; everyone.

I have a dream.

That every creep like you go to jail,

and have your asses sewn up with cooking string!

Do something, man!

You wanted to sell!

Let go! This is my club! I wanna vote!

You took the ball away, asshole!

I apologize for Amadeo.

Alejandro's right. The club can't go on like this.

We used to be 8,000 members, and now, well,

- you all know. - That's what I say.

We have less and less,

we want less and less.

This cannot go on.

My proposal, our proposal, sorry,

is to have 8,000 members again...

so I propose we double the dues.

You want us to vote on that now?

No, let me finish.

We're 60 adult members,

plus 200 minors and those who don't pay. We're 392.

If we make an effort...

and pay 10 pesos instead of 5,

we can get 300 others in for free.

If out of those, we can make just 60...

to love the club and pay 10 pesos,

we can have another 300; that's 1,000.

If each one of those brings just one other person,

we'll be 2,000 in a year.

2,000 people.

Sure,

how didn't I think about that before? I didn't see it, what an ass!

We shall overcome because we're good people.

like those e-mails,

right? To one friend,

then 10, 100; 1,000 and suddenly...

it's 40 millions asking Bush not to wage war on Iraq.

The glitch is Bush doesn't give a fuck about the 40 millions...

because reality is a little more complex...

- and delusions solve nothing. - It's not a delusi�n!

- That's how the club was built! - It's a delusi�n!

It's total Pollyanna and naive...

I'd even say dangerous because it'll lead us to disaster.

The club was built surrounded by factories, with people who worked...

and earned well. Today the neighbourhood is a concrete cemetery.

- Things have changed! - Let them change again!

It was done before, it's been done for decades.

People came to the club...

to meet friends, to care about each other.

They lived in the club. That's it, living,

not surviving, that's the key.

Now...

they throw us a bone

and you expect us to be happy? They're buying us!

Yes. They're buying all we've left to sell:

our ability to work. Nothing wrong with that.

Let's vote now!

Please...

I want to say something.

The club is built. It was left to us.

We can't even keep it going?

It's a good deal!

- A good deal? - A good deal, yes.

What's wrong with a good deal?

It's good deals that get a country going,

and not some stupid romanticism that got us broke.

What romanticism?

Romanticism, stupid or otherwise,

has been out of fashion for years. Romanticism didn't get us broke.

Let's do business, then. But let's do it ourselves.

Teach classes, grow a community garden, build something.

Why not? Remember?

I'd come home and tell Vero: today I made 100 fridges.

What do I tell her now?

Bank won,

player lost. As always.

I understand Rom�n's position,

but Alejandro's, if we flesh it out a bit, can be flashier.

- Think about Dalma. - That's it, Dalma.

It may sound foolish;

but she's got a place here.

- It's not foolish. - Yes, it is...

I'm sorry, but it is,

because many will miss

a chance to work...

because one girl likes ballet...

as if she were a big star.

I stand for the same thing you, and you and most of you do

...but rationally.

Don't the dreams of 200 guys about to get jobs count?

200 guys who have a club but can't use it,

'cause they can't afford sneakers,

or it rains on them. What do we tell these people?

Guys, easy,

stay jobless, rest easy... Don Aquiles smiles upon you from Heaven.

We have to get back our dignity.

You don't do that playing cards,

or making bracelets, or jumping around in tutus.

You get back our dignity with work.

He's right.

He's right.

You're right.

He's right.

I can't say anything.

Let me make one thing clear, though.

Here,

Dalma is a little more than a big star

She's happy here.

- Address the assembly - They already know...

They know, but what is that worth rationally?

What is it worth to meet a man like

Don Aquiles?

Or to be friends with Emilio?

Surely not as much as the job you offer.

One more little thing. I don't know about you...

but I don't have to get back my dignity,

because I haven't lost it yet.

I was close, I admit it, but not yet.

'Cause when out there I bought the idea of the job I then lost...

or the blender that burned out...

or the VCR that ended up boring me silly...

in here, I kept being the same guy,

and I felt...

the best friend, the most admired, beloved,

just like Dalma, and all of us.

And that must be worth something,

right?

Because I've learnt a lot lately... the hard way, grant it.

I've learnt I can live...

with no cable,

video, movies, health insurance, security,

new clothes, power, gas, perfume,

but I can't live without my wife's admiration,

or my son's... my children's...

I can't...

I can't.

Let's vote now.

- Yes. - Let's vote now!

I want to say one last thing:

200 jobs...

''Go fuck yourself''

Well,

we've got...

26 votes against selling...

and 33 in favour.

Where's Rom�n?

Rom�n!

Rom�n!

Hang on.

Hang on, Rom�n! Hang on!

It's me! Hang on!

Meet me half way, honey...

- Enough. - Go on.

No, that's it.

I learnt the phonetics. The rest is harder.

So, Emilio?

- Sweetbreads coming? - Coming expensive.

Make do with chitterlings, some meat and innards.

Let's have a toast.

A toast to the kids' trip.

- That's it. - I won't toast to that.

What?

I won't toast to that!

Emilio, don't burst their bubble!

All right, let's drink to something else.

I'm selling the house.

I won't toast to that, either.

What's with you?

What did you come for?

To make the barbecue.

I can leave. I'm not celebrating everybody's leaving.

You treat me like a traitor.

You go to Spain, sell the house... Want me to dance?

It's not so simple, Emilio.

Do I have to pass a test?

After all we did for 33 assholes to wreck everything?

Shall I keep banging my head against the wall?

Tell me.

- And the other 26? - What?

Nothing...

26 people voted against it.

They should take care of themselves, like I do...

with my family.

That's how it is.

It's all right. If it's what you want to do...

It is what it is.

We'll talk later, ok?

There's nothing to talk about.

We can toast to my pregnancy, then.

You're pregnant?

By whom?

Congratulations.

That's good...

That's good.

Come here, come here!

Come here!

Don't make me go there!

That one's broken, Rom�n!

There's another one in the garage.

Hurry, you'll miss the plane.

LIFETIME MEMBER

We hereby certify that...

Maldonado, Rom�n...

Is a lifetime member of this club.

Hey! What happened?

Your suitcase is crap... Go help Rom�n in the garage.

Shall we go?

How do we build a new club?

Well,

we should find out.

Let the dance go on...

the dance of my homeland

See the black folk dance

to the beat of the tambourine

Delicious. I don't know, I wanted...

to start a new page. Let bygones be bygones,

that's why I invited you here;

It's the best place in town.

- It'll cost you a fortune. - No.

- I have no credit card. - It's OK.

They cancelled it two months ago.

Don't worry; I'm doing great with the French lessons.

If you need any money, you ask me.

No, I'll let you know, but not now.

I don't want you to be in need...

Waiter, another cr�me brul�e.

And another Dom Perignon.

Let's shoot the works.

- You embarrass me. - Why?

Don't be silly.

- Give me a cigarette. - I just ran out.

Well, I'll go get some.

You're not buying me cigarettes.

Yes, why not?

I want it to be une nuit m�morable.

Pour moi.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Mr. Eduardo? - Yes.

Telephone call.

- For me? - Yes, for you.

Thank you.

Hello?