Original subtitles

Good morning. Welcome to Buenos Aires and your favourite show...

...on this autumn day where the streets are covered in leaves.

We're stuck again with each other.

So let's make the best of it.

We start our show the way we all start our day.

We get out of bed, brush our teeth, stretch.

So what is it all about?

In this city you're not among winners or losers.

You're among survivors.

This is where Borges was born, Isidoro, Bobby, and Bonavena.

And maybe you, too.

You know what the problem is? You have butterflies in your stomach now.

Girls in the shops talk in high voices, putting their hair up.

Cats return to their homes. The day begins.

Just a normal day. Or maybe the day that changed your life.

This was downstairs. Do you need anything?

No, thanks.

There are three spacious rooms.

Do you have kids? -Yes, one.

Come in. You'll like it.

Young looking woman seeks male aged 55 to 60...

...who is available, economically sound, well organised...

...and lonely, for serious relationship.

Hello?

How are you, Mr Cohen?

As you wish. Bernardo.

I was filling out some forms.

I was going there this week, but I got robbed...

Nothing too serious... in the street...

No, not much.

No, don't worry.

I'll call you. Goodbye.

Hello?

I'll call you later, aunt Golde. I'm really busy now.

Did you get the money from the janitor? Good.

I'm expecting a call, so I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Hello? Silvia, I'm just leaving.

I'll pick you up from work. Hello?

I'm leaving now. I lost connection. Hello?

Yes, that's me.

I think you should be the one introducing himself first.

You're Jewish, right? Saul what?

Levin.

My name's Clara.

Goldstein. Goldstein.

Yes.

I sent in the classified because I expected someone to respond.

Sorry, I was just about to leave and wasn't prepared for this.

Yes.

I can't tell you right now.

How about tomorrow? Yes?

In Las Violetas. Do you know where it is?

Eleven 'o clock?

Yes.

Me? I'll wear a red coat.

Fresh juice. No, I'd rather have tea with lemon pie.

No, I'd rather not.

Forget the pie. Just a sweetener.

Alright, Mr Levin. I hope you'll be on time.

Until tomorrow.

A coffee please.

Guten Morgen, I'm Saul Levin.

Mrs Goldstein? -That's me.

May I?

I didn't expect someone so young, my dear shein meidele.

I didn't expect a vest like that.

I knew you'd like it. It's my favourite.

Just like any foreigner I was in financial problems.

But I'm doing fine now. I love my work.

What do you do? -I make painting frames.

I own a shop in Parque Patricios.

You should drop by some time. What do you do?

I'm a bookkeeper. You're from abroad. Poland?

No, Cardona, Uruguay. Most beautiful place in the world.

I like people that love their country. Your tea's getting cold.

It's OK. I ordered coffee. Waiter!

When I'm nervous I can't have anything.

I'd like a gin with some lemon.

Excuse me.

Goldstein...

In Cardona there was a Jew nicknamed...

What do you mean, Jew?

I mean... -Don't you think...

I'm saying that to... -Please let me..

Good heavens.

They say that when this happens someone's going to get married.

A wedding, ridiculous.

Do you like plants? -I was born in the countryside.

Then you'll understand this. There's a Chinese proverb...

that says: Go get drunk if you want to be happy for a day.

Get married if you want to be happy for three.

But for a lifetime of happiness get a garden.

Understood?

Oh and please: I'm no shein meidele.

From my sixth birthday on my father never called me that.

Why from six on? -Because.

You could consider it a compliment.

Someone like you must be used to getting compliments.

I'm serious, Goldstein. You're like a ray of sunlight.

My god, you are old school.

I could go on a little longer: You're like a pearl.

Please sit down. -No, I'm leaving...

Shall I come with you?

As the years pass we all become more demanding.

We don't have much time left.

I'm speaking for myself. I was never very pretentious.

You sound depressed. -What about you?

You placed the classified... -Do you think that's bad?

Don't say that. I didn't mean it like that.

I think it is ridiculous.

I've said something bad. -It's OK.

I think it was a brave thing to do.

Now that we're friends you can call me Saul.

We're there. Good day Mr Levin, or whatever your name is.

Because I know that you're not Jewish. Or am I wrong?

Besides your many errors you said marenikes three time.

Did I?

Then how is it pronounced? -Varenikes.

Varenikes, a Jewish dish.

I apologise. I was misinformed.

It's alright. My bad. -I'm so stupid.

Here I am, Mrs Goldstein. Because you're Jewish, aren't you?

Just out of curiosity: What's your real name?

Ferraro Raul. Raul, Saul... What's the difference.

I hope you're not angry with me. I'm ashamed.

I've never done this before. -Me neither.

Why did you do it? -Do what?

I'll tell you but you won't believe me.

I was intrigued because you were Jewish.

You're right I didn't believe you.

Clarita? It's Bernardo Cohen.

I'm at work. Please call me.

Clarita? Where are you hiding? That's OK.

Don't wait for me in Hebraica, I'm going to the rehearsal.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven. Here we go.

Side.

Good. To the front.

Good. Let's go to the front.

Don't show that you're tired, that's all I ask.

Here comes the jump. That's it for today.

I'm to fat for the jump. -Please don't start that again.

Why don't you take pills then? -Because they're bad.

Do you know what the problem is? Those damn hormones.

We feel euphoric or sad. They're a curse.

With a body like that. I bet she had surgery.

Excuse me?

I know a Japanese masseur.

I'm going out later, but I'm tired. -Did you get back with Roby?

No. I met this one at the office.

He's been after me for a month now.

Are you dating him to get rid of him?

It's not that bad. He's nice and good-looking.

I don't believe it. No, it's really OK. His name's Saul.

I'm exhausted. But I'm going. What if he brings a friend?

No. -Who are you saving yourself for?

Put some pleasure back into your life. You can't go on like this.

What does Saul so? -He runs his own business.

Are you sure you don't want to come along?

I'll call you Thursday. I'm having a busy day at the office tomorrow.

First I'd like to thank you all for coming.

Now here is the story.

My brother has lived in Boston for ten years with his wife and kids.

He's coming over to visit next month, which should be good news.

But it's not. I've lied to him.

I don't know why, but I've told him that I have a relationship...

...with a decent Jewish man, just like in the classified.

I've even given him a name. What do you say to that?

You've given who a name?

My lover, my partner.

Are you listening? -Of course I am.

I could repeat everything you just said.

What was his name again? -Who? Him?

Jack. -Jack who?

Jack Kleinman.

What a story. Pretty remarkable.

I love my brother very much but he's pretty traditional.

If Jack wouldn't be Jewish he would be disappointed.

I don't really care.

What a mess. Watch where you're going. Never mind.

Do you see what I mean?

To be honest, no. Why don't you tell him the truth?

The only truth is: it's too late now.

The lie has taken on a life of its own. I can't stop it anymore.

If my brother knows I'm happy he will be happy too.

What about you? -His misery would hurt me more.

It seems awfully complicated. -That's the way us Jews are.

Think about my proposition and call me when you've decided.

Well...

At this moment I don't really know what to say.

Give me some time to think about it, Goldstein.

It's tricky, but not impossible.

No, this is purely business. I've contacted you.

I'm not comfortable with you calling me by my family name.

Good, neither am I. - My name's Clara.

I don't.

Remember the last time we met?

Do you know how I recognised you? -My red coat.

You're just like I imagined.

Can I ask you a question? It's kind of stupid.

I'm sure you won't ask stupid questions.

Do you like Bogart?

The actor?

Do you like Humphrey Bogart?

Yes, he's not too bad. But you know, for me...

my favourite is Cary Grant. They used to say I looked like him.

Remember him?

I'll have you kicked out. Kicked out into the street.

You have some nerve to treat an old man like that. Well?

Come on. What do you say now? Where are your threats?

Sorry, Mrs.

Cat got your tongue? Coward.

Shall I shove your mobile down your throat? Say whatever you want.

Palomino, don't be so vulgar. Wait a minute.

Stop complaining, it's just pee. The chain is broken upstairs.

Wilson pulls it too hard. He should start boxing.

You always tell me how I am like family, right?

Are you going to help me? -I already did.

The whole yard is full with rattlers.

That's nothing for me. I don't even like babies.

It takes a $500 fee for market salesmen.

It's your fault. You voted for them. -I never voted for that pimp.

You're still angry with me because of the Russian lady incident.

I thought it was marenikes.

All this for just one wrong letter.

In my village we said it like that. -Grandpa, Penarol is playing.

No soccer for you. Go to your room and do your homework.

I'll give you my encyclopaedia.

Who is it? - A writer.

Did you ever see him? - No.

Do you make a lot of money?

Is it true that grandpa used to be rich? - Your grandfather?

Hold on there.

They say it's going to end badly for Nelson. He's in prison.

I miss him. He's so nice to me even though he calls me Melon.

Because of my head. He always brings a little present.

Look, Trucho.

Grandpa loves him too. -Who said it was going to end badly?

Mom. She had to get him out of prison twice.

Yes, I heard that.

Did you know my father?

Did you know he was a goalie with Penarol?

What did you need the encyclopaedia for?

I forgot.

What are you scratching?

Varenikes... Shalom, Mr Saul. Would you like some platzalej?

It's pletzalej. Come on... -Pletzalej.

So you're prepared to do it? -Yes, I'd love to help you.

It's not just about helping me, you have to be totally convinced.

If my brother finds out it would be a disaster.

But I can't guarantee you anything. Is that clear?

I bet he will know from the moment he gets off the plane.

Your brother... What's his name? -Jaime.

I don't think Jaime will buy it. Who would believe...

The way you talk could indeed give it away.

That's a different story. But you look perfect.

We don't have time. Especially not to learn the language.

I'll try but you might be sorry.

I won't be. I have faith in you.

Your Yiddish is minimal but we'll figure out something.

We could just say that Jack's parents never taught him.

I've always imagined Jack as the silent type.

That's convenient. I'm not much of a talker.

Someone who's a good listener and speaks four words in Yiddish...

...and who says them with passion. That's what it's about.

Of course you'd have to learn about Jewish traditions.

Do you know what this is?

Pastry?

No, it's a beigale.

Jack's had thousands of them.

And each time they bring back different memories.

He's eaten them with his parents and his grandparents...

How do you write that? -Don't write. It's beigale.

It's written like you say it. Beigale.

It's just simple a cake or pastry. It's the essence of being Jewish.

You may never break it with your fingers.

Do it with your teeth. See? It's tradition.

I think we should make a schedule to practise each day.

Maybe weekends too. Or we might not make it.

Ihr versteht? Do you understand? -Do I understand?

You... Ihr versteht? - Oh, I should repeat.

Ihr versteht? -No. Ihr versteht?

That's it. - Relax. Ihr versteht?

It's going to be hard word. -That's why we have rewards.

What do you mean? - In this case we have two rewards.

Why two rewards? - One if we make it...

...and one if we fail. I know that you want to help me.

But it means you can spend less time working.

Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful that you're willing to take the risk.

But I rather have you take my offer.

I make painting frames. What can I ask? I'm not doing this for the money.

OK, relax.

Listen to me. We'll figure out a reward.

I'll give you the money as soon as my brother leaves in peace.

When he's back in the US. It would make me feel better.

A thousand dollars. It's not a lot, I know.

Plus expenses.

What expenses? -We have to go out for dinner.

Clothes. Kleinman has a different taste.

Visits to the theatre. Do you like movies? -They're alright.

You said you liked me being Jewish. -Yes, but you didn't believe me.

I've been thinking about it...

...and figured out that it was really your reason.

You still don't believe me. No need for making things up.

I can hardly take someone that responds to a classified seriously.

You must think I'm crazy for placing the ad myself.

Someone with my background and personality. It's crazy.

For you it's different. You can just call and see if it's a joke.

You can pretend to be a Jew or maybe Turkish and that's that.

If you like her you can date her. If you don't like her you don't.

In my case... If my brother didn't show up...

What were we talking about? -It's your turn to listen now.

I had placed an ad too.

A classified? Really? -I'm serious. Just like yours.

I took it to the newspaper and it was printed twice.

And no one responded.

I was looking for my ad when I found yours.

You wanted to turn me into a rabbi for that date.

When I spoke to you on the phone I said the first thing I thought of.

Levin.

The Russian Levin was my best friend in Buenos Aires.

He taught me my profession.

It was an homage to him.

It's ready, Mrs.

My grandpa and my father. -He looks surprised.

This is I and Paco the donkey, who I loved so much.

The river in the background...

My grandpa Aaron and my parents... -What a patriarch.

He was still young then.

This is I and aunt Golde. my hands all black from cracking nuts.

Very special. - One of aunt Golden's worshipers.

She didn't like him. She didn't like any of them.

This is just like one of those radio plays.

What are you doing there? - I didn't want my picture taken.

I didn't like pictures. - You were afraid of cameras?

Guten Abend, Mrs. - Guten Abend.

I've brought a friend, Mr Jack Kleinman.

Pleased to meet you. Follow me please.

I hope this table is fine. - Sehr gut.

I can recommend out borscht and kreplaj.

Hier f�hlt sie heimisch. Ihr wollt etwas trinken, ein bischen Champagne?

Einem guten Jahr.

Bitte...

Mr is a bit deaf.

Borscht and kreplaj for two.

Einem guten Jahr.

What did you just tell him? -That's you're a bit deaf.

How crazy. Do you even know what "einem guten Jahr" means?

They must think I'm insane. We still have a long way to go.

Being deaf doesn't mean I'm crazy. Did you think you'd learn that fast?

I could've learned many more. I'm getting a solid base.

Marenikes... -Stop teasing me.

What is it you always take? -Painkillers.

I'm afraid this is going to be a rough night.

You really look Jewish. -A deaf Jew.

They had some land in Soriano.

My father went there each year to get money for the pigs.

And he returned with hams. -Did you enjoy the food today?

No.

Of course you did, Clarita. Relax. We're having a wonderful evening.

You look lovely tonight. -Thank you.

Who taught you "einem guten Jahr"? -Palomino.

Thank you. Guten Nacht. -Guten Nacht.

Guten Jahr.

See? He understood what I said. -It means A Happy New Year.

It's April. What are you doing? - A perfect Jew.

A goi, prejudiced and mean.

Clarita, it's Bernardo. Please call me when you get home.

It's Golde, I got the money... - Mrs Catalina...

...but please don't give it to the janitor anymore.

Why isn't he going to be angry? Stupidest thing that I ever heard.

It's the doorbell.

Wait.

What is it? - Put this on.

Why? - It's Friday night, shabes.

We have a guest. - Yes? Who is it?

Jack, I know Silvia from the club. -Hello Jack.

Pleased to meet you.

What's this? I've blown my cover.

Just play deaf. It worked the last time.

This isn't going to work. I'm going home. -We have a date.

This is only the rehearsal. If we mess it up we'll try again.

Or we'll tell her. She's a good friend.

Gut shabes.

I hope you like it. Clara and I made everything ourselves.

Well, almost. We bought some of it.

Aren't you thrilled?

My mother always said: After a tishe beov There's a shabes najmu.

After a period of fasting there's a Saturday for consolation.

Do you like jolodetz?

Yes, it's my favourite... It reminds me of when I was a kid.

Grandma always made them. On consolation Saturday.

If we didn't have jolodetz we would start nagging...

...and the next week they were on the table again.

And it didn't take long before we finished them all.

As kids we loved jolodetz.

This looks delicious.

Sorry, I'll wash my hands first. - Go ahead.

He's gorgeous. Jew or not he's delicious.

I told you he's not Jewish. -Are you sure? Have you checked?

Like you would. I wouldn't mind checking for you.

Someone has to do it. - I don't want it.

He won't even notice. - He's going to go crazy if he finds out.

You're too polite. This way nothing's going to happen.

I don't want to. - Then why are you still seeing him?

So is it any good?

It's horrible.

It's really bitter. Where are the salt, stock, and meat?

Pardon my frankness but this is filthy.

In no way comparable to my grandma's, which were delicious.

When Jaime's visiting I will make the jolodetz.

A toast?

Lejaim.

Pralines. -No, no chocolate for me.

You love it. -You bet.

Ladies, I have to go now. Happy shabes.

I hope to see you soon. It was a pleasure meeting you.

The pleasure's all mine. -Thank you.

Shalom Clara. You look marvellous tonight.

Let me tell you one thing: If you let this guy go I'll kill you.

Sorry but I won't be wearing this in a while.

Do you have a cigarette? -Smoking's not allowed here.

I can't do anything here. It's making me nervous.

I'm embarrassed. My grandson goes to jail all the time.

Nelson's not a bad kid. We used to be little rascals too.

He's taking it too far. His mother works her ass off for him.

I'll teach that little bastard when he gets out of jail.

What are you doing? - I don't want to touch anything.

I bet a bum sat here. It's crawling with fleas.

I might get the plague from that.

We've got the permit. - What permit?

The salesman permit. Now we can finally get down to business.

You can get down to business. -We can run this by ourselves.

We're no resellers. I can count on you, right?

No.

I've run out of fantasy prints. I can give you some.

I have bird print. I've got everything...

Good, that's a deal. Goodbye.

Next week we'll celebrate. You'll be there, right?

Tuesday I'm marrying Martita and we'll celebrate at my mansion.

My father's my best man. -I'll think about it.

Hello Martita. -You really should come.

It'll be a friend's only get-together. Or don't you see me as a friend?

I've left you several messages.

You could at least return my calls.

You'll love the party. Marta's parents are very classy people.

Mr Cohen... -Bernardo.

How many times do I have to tell you? Please call me Bernardo.

Friday I'm going to Punta del Este to sell some land.

If you don't have any plans yet we could...

you know... I'm having a relationship.

And I'd like you to meet him.

I'm sure that you'll like him. His name's Kleinman.

Jack Kleinman. He's a tycoon.

Buy a rattler for your child or grandchild. It's a bargain.

Give your child something nice.

Well well, a tycoon. Invite him over for the wedding too.

I won't bite him. Despite being in the same business.

We'll see who's the best.

Beautiful rattlers. Here's your chance, gramps.

What industry is Kleinman in exactly?

That's great news, Clarita.

Hello officer.

I'm not too excited about this...

Do you have a permit? - ...but please bring along Kleinman.

Bloody permit. They're taking everything.

You said there was no reselling. If I ever get my hands on you...

He suddenly started running and shouted: pack up, pack up.

So I yelled "pack up what?" But he didn't stop running.

What did you do? - I packed up everything...

...and started chasing him, shouting: Stop, what are you doing?

Thanks, Lentini.

Shall we wake him up? - No, never mind.

Please. -No, he must be exhausted.

I brought a casserole. A shame. It was really good.

You set me up but I'm not hungry. Take it with you.

The Russian lady had a parcel delivered. It's a videotape.

Like the ones at the rental. You can watch it at Lentini's.

Wasn't there a note? -No, nothing.

Go away. Beat it.

Good afternoon. Dear Mr Ferraro...

This seemed the best way to contact you...

...without you interrupting me with your arguments all the time.

I thought a recording would be better than using the phone.

First, I forbid you to embrace me in that embarrassing manner...

...like you did the other day in front of my good friend.

Second, I forbid you to kiss me like you do.

I also want to ask you to tell that old man that follows you around...

...to scram so he can't bother my customers anymore.

Good afternoon.

Nice video.

I hope that you are not offended by my video. I'm very straightforward.

And I'm very traditional in that. When I feel something I must say it.

Do you like this song?

Aunt Golde used to sing it.

Did you doze off? -I can listen better with my eyes closed.

Except for old Palomino we're all from Uruguay.

He's a bit confused now.

He lived in Montevideo and helped a lot of people during the regime.

His house was a refuge. Because it was a good thing to do.

Now he cries for no reason and only talks nonsense.

He has a grandson that gives him trouble.

Nelson, the deranged kid. -Want some?

Did I tell you yet? -What?

About Nelson. -No.

Please tell me if I start repeating myself.

I'm so forgetful lately. I can't remember a single name.

Do you have female friends? Do you have a girlfriend?

Not at the moment.

And in the past?

If you mean love... I believe it only comes once.

Love came to me and I lost it again.

Nine years ago in October.

I have a son who lives in Venezuela.

I was left behind with great sorrow.

Now I want to enjoy life. It's all I have time for.

So you think love comes but once?

I think so. It was in a magazine.

What did you mean by Enjoying life?

Simply this. The sun, the people.

It's all worth it. I speak from experience.

Until your last breath it's all worth it.

You see things differently when getting to know someone.

Let's not mix things up.

Want to go for a boat ride? -No.

I find it hard to believe what you're saying.

You really don't want to?

No. Let's go.

It's always the same. -What did I do wrong?

Nothing. Why aren't you helping me?

I don't know anything about cars. But this thing's a wreck.

Did you always do this? You could've told me before.

I'm sorry if I offended you. Let's forget about it.

Have you forgotten about tonight? -What's happening tonight?

Tonight is the premiere of my friend Silvia, in the theater.

You don't dance anymore? -You already knew that.

But you were a great dancer Didn't you love dancing?

I quit. -But Clarita...

Will you join me?

This is not right.

Then why did you do it?

I didn't. You're a man. You know how it goes.

No I don't.

It's nothing more than animal instincts.

Oh great.

Another videotape.

Congratulations.

You were wonderful. -Stop flattering me.

You were marvellous. -Really?

It was wonderful. -Short but sweet.

There will be reviews tomorrow.

It's a shame you didn't dance. I bet we would've had a great time.

All I want now is my empty bed. -You were great.

I filmed everything. -For the shameful moments.

Where's your boyfriend? -I did invite him.

And he didn't show up? What have you done now?

He rather looks at paintings. -He's an artist?

Hello.

Is Mr Ferraro there? -They've all left.

You must be Wilson. -And who are you?

A friend.

Are you alone?

Raul made those.

You're Clara, right?

That way.

Hello.

Can I help you? -No, thanks. He just got a little upset.

His grandson. -Yes.

What happened? -They found him dead.

Where? -In the street.

How did he die? -He was shot.

How did you know about his grandson? -I went home and Wilson was there.

We couldn't find his mother. -She must be at the morgue.

Why was he shot?

How are you doing? -I don't know.

Sorry, but you'll have to go.

Tell me honestly: am I going to die? -No, Of course not.

Is she the Russian lady?

Yes, that's me.

You know what we should do this weekend? Go see Carlos Casare.

To the fields? -They're no longer his.

But the house where I grew up is there, aunt Golde's house.

Some of my father's friends take care of the house now.

How long have you lived there? -My entire youth.

Do you have any memories of that?

Memories? -From back in Casares.

If you want your brother to believe I'm your lover or partner...

...it may be useful for me to know your past, your memories.

There is very little time.

I have one memory if that's what you want to call it.

You don't need to know his name but he was a doctor.

He was a friend of my father. One day I got fed up...

...and broke up with him. That was the end.

That was the end.

How long did it last? -That's not really important, is it?

I think it is. -Eighteen years.

Eighteen years? That's a long time.

Why did you end the relationship?

He was married. -Miss, shall I tow away the car?

Have it ready by Friday. We're going on a trip.

What a lovely house. -Do you mean that?

It need some work done but I've always found it special.

I don't know what to say. -Don't be so demanding.

Do you really think I'm demanding? -Yes, but I like it.

What do you like?

That you make mistakes, that you're afraid sometimes.

That you feel helpless. It brings out my tender side.

Like when a woman puts on a man's shirt after making love.

Apparently you think all women are the same.

I'll tell you something.

The way you're standing here in this beautiful house...

...with your sparkling eyes, just like the girl that used to live here...

...I can assure you you're one of a kind.

Raul, are you there? -Yes. I'm here.

Come look at the horses.

Put away those depressing thoughts.

How? -Stop thinking too much.

And do something for yourself.

Like what?

Could you live in a place like this?

I really like the city.

What was that song like again?

What's this for? -What?

This. -The temperature.

And those levers? -Look, these are the indicators.

This is the horn.

Where are we? -We're almost home.

Do you want some chocolate? -No, thank you Mrs.

You? -No, thanks. Stop here.

Weren't we going to the restaurant? -Which one? Lentini?

I have to go do something. Take Wilson home. I'll call you.

Is something wrong? -I have to go see someone. I'll call you.

I don't know if I'll be there. -I'll call you.

That was Leticia, one of his friends.

Come on in.

Sit down. Want a drink? -No, thanks.

I'll get you some coffee.

Hello. -There's someone to see you.

Do you have an appointment? -No, I wanted to talk to you.

Me?

Of course. Sit down.

It's about Raul Mr Ferraro. -Tano?

He talks about you all the time so I wanted to talk to you.

Is he alright? -No, it's not about that.

My name's Clara Goldstein and he's making me some frames.

He talks about you a lot and I want you to know I'm worried.

He's been acting strange lately. I'm concerned about him.

And because you... - Does he have health issues?

Sometimes...

He never told you about me? - He doesn't tell me everything.

Wasn't he with you last night? - Yes, but we didn't talk.

I gave him a treatment and he left. He was hurting.

He's doing really well compared to before his surgery.

He must've told you. - Yes.

He has to go for checkups and stick to certain rules.

The chemo was successful. He needs to take good care of himself.

Tano's a strong person or at least he used to be.

My mother loves him. We never told her about it.

His surgeon said he needed to take good care of himself.

His only danger is negligence. We're worried about that.

He's lonely.

Clarita. What a surprise.

I hope Trucho isn't spoilt because of Lentini's expensive meat.

What a surprise.

Sit down.

Have you eaten? -Yes.

Shall I make some tea? -No.

How nice of you to drop by.

Are you alright?

What can I get you... Tea? Or something stronger?

Uruguayan brandy. Smells strong. You won't like it.

Just a sip.

Eat, Trucho.

I wanted to let you know what I was playing.

Just a moment.

Good morning. Look: motze, borsht, smoked salmon, marenikes...

But it's too early for that. -It's almost noon.

Almost noon?

We have to talk. - Do you want brandy and vermouth?

No. My brother wrote he can't come over now.

Did you hear what I said? - Yes.

Don't eat that. - Why not?

It's too greasy and you're not a Jew. - I'm no Jew, so what?

We don't have to pretend anymore. - Pretend?

Not at all.

I understand. It was part of the instructions.

And so was tonight?

Not for me. You know that.

How should I know? You can't know. You must feel.

And how should I know what you feel for me?

You've never told me Not even that you love me.

You never said: I love you. Or: I want to move in with you.

Nothing. You only told me that you were in love once.

And that it's a once in a lifetime experience.

How should I know what to do now? Reasons to be together?

There are reasons, but maybe not enough.

No, not by far.

If this is what we've come to there are not enough reasons indeed.

Things are not right. Let's take a break from each other.

I don't want to suffer or let others suffer.

Others? What do others have to do with us?

Admit it: you're afraid to suffer, to be in pain.

I'll be honest with you. Please be honest with me too.

I never told you what you wanted to hear.

But if you had the choice...

Would you live here with Palomino, Trucho, Wilson and me?

In this house, just like it is. Would you?

Or would you rather never have met me?

...That I never showed up and said varenikes.

What would you choose? Be honest.

You don't know but let me tell you I am quite certain.

Because what we had was worth everything.

It was worth everything.

But unfortunately...

...you're afraid of taking risks.

You would love to forget all about last month.

That's how it is.

Fine.

You've had your fun.

The tape is full, Goldstein.

You're wrong. I would love to live with you here. Anywhere.

I'm in love with you.

Did you see the picture of Hurac�n? - I'm working.

Such a long face.

How about a cup of tea? - Fine.

Single man seeks single woman aged 55 with youthful looks...

...who can cook Jewish food, especially marenikes...

I don't think it's written that way. We always say varenikes.

It's OK. Just write marenikes.

Ernesto... - Yes, Mrs?

Don't forget what I asked. - I won't. Good luck.

The bus from Chevallier to Carlos Casares departs from stop 11.

If only everybody knew what's worthwhile.

This show of survivors ends just like every day.

Go to the city. The horizon isn't the river like someone ever said.

Someone's waiting for me and I am waiting for someone too.

Maybe we don't know what to expect from each other.

That's the essence of everything.

There's a new day tomorrow. Until tomorrow then.