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In the past year Christian had contemplated shooting himself.

You know, contemplated.

Because Christian wasn't really that dramatically inclined.

He was just generally grumpy. And who could blame him?

If your wife ran off to Buenos Aires, fell in love with another man,

and insisted the divorce papers be signed asap, you'd be grumpy, too.

They used to be three, but now they were only two.

Christian felt amputated.

As if he had survived an operation but was now missing a part.

Their 16-year-old son, Oscar, had gone through an identity crisis.

And he was now deeply immersed in photography and philosophy.

Oscar never said much. He didn't feel there was anything left to say.

Camus and Kierkegaard said it all. "Don't marry, and you'll regret it.

Marry, and you'll regret it. Marry or not, you'll regret both."

And love simply meant overrating the qualities of one particular woman.

That's how Oscar saw it.

But Christian knows nothing of philosophy.

His wine shop, that used to be buzzing with customers

who benefited from Christian's award-winning sensitive palate

is nearly bankrupt, and Christian is dipping into the surplus stock.

All this is why he couldn't sign the papers when they arrived.

The papers. The divorce papers.

He tried, but he just couldn't say goodbye to the part of him

that was his wife, the mother of his son, and the love of his life.

So one morning Christian made a decision.

He decided to leave suburbia and travel to Buenos Aires

to find out what had happened.

And to see if there was a chance of winning back what he had lost.

How can a country be this hot? How can mom live here?

She always hated the heat. Am I right? Yes, I am!

After travelling for 27 hours, they arrived in Buenos Aires on a hot day.

Christian stopped at a café to call Anna and tell her they were in town.

Ask if he has something other than the Malbec grape.

Do you have a wine other than Malbec?

- They don't, Dad. - I hate Argentine wine.

The Malbec grape is a harsh bugger. Primitive. Unsophisticated.

I don't like that miserable grape. It's a freak of nature. Hopeless.

Why would mom live in a place with such a lousy grape?

- Crap grape... - Exactly! She doesn't pick up.

It'll be fine, Oscar. Don't you think?

Of course, it will.

Mom is just confused.

Why split up after 16 years and a son? Why not stay together?

- I don't know, Dad. - Me neither, Oscar.

Anna was on her way to an important meeting with FC Sao Paulo.

- What a heat! - Yes, gorgeous.

Anna was a football agent with an already impressive CV.

The Brazilians wanted her boyfriend, Juan Diaz

a striker for legendary Boca Juniors and top scorer on the national team.

Everything about Juan Diaz was grand and mythological.

JUAN DIAZ: 235 GOALS FOR BOCA

Anna had worked on this for months.

Hello! I thought you gentlemen would like a glass of champagne

before I present our final offer to FC Sao Paulo.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Juan Diaz is with Boca Junior because his heart beats for South America.

He's played in this court his entire life.

But now he wants to move on and Sao Paulo

is one of the clubs he's considering.

Anna could sense they wanted Juan. They were down to the details now.

Besides the money, this would make Anna a big name in world football.

- Speak! - It's Christian! Are you home?

Christian? I'm in a meeting. Is it important?

- What? Did you send the papers? - No.

- I need them this week. - You'll get them.

- Not if you didn't send them! - How are you?

Fine. And you?

- We're fine, too. - What do you want? I'm sort of busy.

- With what? - A meeting! And the Superclasico.

- What's Superclasico? - The game! Boca vs. River.

- When will you be home? - Tell me what you want, damn it!

We're in Buenos Aires.

- Okay... - We're in Buenos Aires. Oscar, too!

Did we talk about that? We talked about Oscar coming but not you.

I felt it was too long a flight for him to take alone,

and I decided to come along, so we can sign the papers. It feels right.

- Divorce is not supposed to feel right. - Well, I wanted to talk to you, too.

- What about? - You know, about you and me.

I can't now! I don't know when I'll be home. Fernanda will let you in.

- Who's Fernanda? - Our maid. Later!

Sons of River bitches.

Crawl back up your mom's ass!

Where the turds are lined up and cocks pump in and out!

Tonight we'll fuck you! And then we'll fuck you again! Twice up your ass!

- What's up? - I think they're football fans.

- There's an important game tonight. - No habla Spanish. Ah, football.

Superclasico.

- Soy Xeneize. I'm Boca. - Xeneize. Si, si.

- Do you know what you're saying? - Nope.

What's that backseat fairy doing? I'll shove that camera up your ass!

Shh! Shut up ...!

Shut up, damn it! It's only football! Football...

Sons of bitches!

That shut them up well and good.

After having their day enriched by local football culture

Christian and Oscar reached their destination.

- This is where mom lives?! - Apparently so, Oscar.

I'm Anna's husband, and this is Oscar, her son

our son, actually. I've just been on the phone with Anna.

She told us to...

- What? - It means 'come in'.

Hall.

- It's beautiful. - Well, not really my style.

- Office. - Yes, office...

Dining room.

Chapel.

What? That's not exactly common.

- You are Anna's husband! - Yes, that's me.

- I recognize you from pictures. - Yes, I am

I so sorry, man. What can you do?

- That's life, no? That's life... - I guess it is.

Hey...

Christian...

And you Oscar! Oscar, right? Oscar!

Good boy. Good boy.

Now I go to pool, okay? Bye-bye.

And that was mom's new boyfriend.

Guest room. This way.

- Master bedroom. - Yes.

Anna and Juan.

- Fuck. - Yes. Thank you.

He had really short legs, didn't he?

Yes, he did. Really short.

Incredibly short legs, actually.

- Have I told you that I love you? - Mmm.

Good. Because I really do love you.

I'm going to the garden.

You reek of sweat.

Pardon me.

Anna cancelled the rest of her workday and hurried home.

All she could think about was getting home to her son.

After the initial greetings they had chorizo, steak and salad,

Christian was happy to see Anna.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

It's lovely to see you, sweetie.

- How was your day? - Fine. Did you lose weight?

- No. - You look like you lost weight.

- Well, maybe... - Wait! No. You gained weight!

- I've missed you. - Oh

- I've missed you, too. - It doesn't show.

- That you've missed anything at all. - Well, maybe I haven't.

Except for you, sweetie.

- We met your boyfriend. - Juan?

- Yes, Juan. Are there others? - He was naked!

Was he? Sorry about that. He always runs around butt naked.

- He has very short legs. - Excuse me?

It's just that I thought Juan Diaz was a man with long legs.

- Why? - He's a football player.

He's a midfielder. He benefits from a low point of gravity.

Then he must be very good, 'cause he sure has a low point of gravity.

It looks like a torso that's screwed onto the wrong legs.

- Thanks for dinner. - You're welcome.

- Did you bring the divorce papers? - As I already told you. Yes.

- When are you leaving? - I don't know.

- Don't you have a ticket back? - No. It was a one-way.

- How impulsive. That's new. - Anna, I'd like to talk to you.

- The match is on soon... - What match?

- Superclasico. It's on in one hour. - Oh, the very important one?

Look! There he is. It's Juan! Hi!

Oscar. Put on your headphones, please.

- Anna, you were right... - What?

You were right. I haven't been easy to live with, I see that now.

I didn't realize how much your work meant to you.

I never stopped hoping that you'd stop travelling and come back

to Oscar and me and our home. I know I refused to go to Hamburg

when you were offered that job. I also said no to going to Lyon.

That was wrong of me, too.

And in the past 11 months, Anna

I've missed you so.

What?

I've missed you. Very much. I love you.

I'm getting married.

- What? - I'm getting married.

- To him? - Yes.

That's why I want the divorce finalized fast.

I'm sorry, I haven't been able to find a way to tell you

Christian felt empty and lonely.

The trip suddenly lost all purpose.

He needed to get away from the match and away from the noise.

When he finally did get away, he was lost.

He decided to have a glass of wine to finish off the day.

Can I have a glass of wine? Vino?

What?

- Which wine? - Ah! Argentine vino, por favor.

Goal!

Boca has scored! Yes, yes...

- On the house. - Thank you.

- That's an excellent wine. - It's okay.

It's more than okay. It's excellent.

Full of grace, yet very heavy in the grape.

Mendoza, the tourist says your wine is excellent.

- He makes the wine. - You make this wine?

- This is Malbec? - He asks if it's Malbec.

And 15% Syrah...

- And 15% Syrah. - That's not so normal.

- Normal? - Please, don't make him angry.

What the fuck is normal? Yet another idiot that thinks he knows about

wine, harvest and taste but only drinks rubbish from the US,

and Chile which is nothing but piss in a bottle!

- Now he's angry. - Sorry. It was...

What grape?

What grape?

Cabernet, Merlot.

Probably grown on the east side of a mountain, and the shade made it

deep and more complex.

What grape?

100% Malbec. Too heavy for me.

You have a palate. Good.

And you recognize Malbec. Well done. It's the most beautiful grape there is.

So fragile and very difficult to handle, but when you succeed

it's the most generous grape.

- I hate football. - He hates football, too.

The only two people in Argentina who hate football are in my bar.

Do you have a wife? You, wife? Uhm...

Wife?

I have a... My wife played football.

National team.

One day she came to a wine tasting. I was telling her about the grape,

and she got very drunk. She wasn't used to drinking,

and that night she was drinking because of me. She liked me.

And then in a game played against the United States

I'll take a piss.

she tore her knee badly and could never play again. Ever.

You don't get a word I'm saying. She started studying at the university.

Christian told the whole story about him and Anna.

About how she had started studying athletics after her injury.

About how great their relationship had been, about Oscar's birth

about the time when Christian felt his life was a good life.

- Understand? - I many wives. Six! Horrible.

Juan Diaz scored two goals in the Superclasico.

An amazing achievement.

And after the game Anna and Oscar went out. Juan would join them later.

- What would you like to eat? - I don't know.

Meat, fish, soup, veggies... Shall I just order different stuff?

We'd like some,

and a steak, thank you. I ordered all sorts of things.

I've missed you so much.

Do you know how many times I've called Dad to get you over here?

He wouldn't hear of it.

And suddenly 11 months have gone by.

That's a long time.

Yes.

Would you like to come live here? In Buenos Aires?

For 6 months or longer. I'll talk to your school, and you can go back and forth.

Would you like that? Say something, sweetie!

Something, anything!

- I don't know what to say. - No... I can see why you're upset.

If you feel like crying, you can.

- I'm not upset. - Angry, then.

- No, I'm not angry. - Of course you're angry.

Your mom leaves you, and your dad's in the toilet...

Here's Juan. It's like this every time!

Yuck.

The city is prettiest in the morning when the sun shines coolly

before the noisy inferno of Buenos Aires takes over.

Christian could have slept longer that morning.

This is a bad place to sleep. Get up. Get up!

- He's totally out of it. - He's hung over.

- You must be tired of living. - I don't speak Spanish...

Ah! English.

- You... okay? - Yeah.

Good.

- You want water? - No, I'm fine, thank you.

So, you give me your money.

- What? - You give me your... money.

- Money? - Yes, please!

Thank you.

And... your shoes.

Christian realized that he was being robbed.

It was kind of friendly, and he didn't really feel it till he was left naked.

Where did that lunatic come from?

- Ah! Good morning, Oscar. - Good morning, Father.

- What's with the tables and chairs? - Engagement party.

- Oh, so soon? - Yes.

Okay.

- Hey, Christian! You been swimming? - No.

You been partying! And hooker stole your clothes.

- Very normal. - No.

Christian, yesterday, 2 goal...

- Christian? - Hola, baby!

Why are you half-naked? We have papers to sign.

- Juan must sign, too. - Why?

It'll save time, if he signs for infidelity. Get dressed.

'Grounds for the divorce...

'Grounds for divorce...

How about 'wife disappears to Buenos Aires to pursue a cliché affair

with a younger man'. Doesn't that cover it?

Right. Next. 'Children and custody'. What shall we say?

If it's 50/50 you don't have to pay child support.

Child support? Have you seen your own house?

Besides, he'll only live in one place! He can visit you.

- Vacations and 3 months a year. - So, basically you see him the most.

- You left our family! - 'Cause you're hopeless to live with.

- I thought it was Mr. Superstar here. - He had nothing to do with it.

Women always say that! 'It's got nothing to do with him'. Jesus!

You want to argue? I come back later, okay?

Juan, sit down, please.

It says here: 'In case of infidelity

the third party must sign the document'. You sign here.

- What is this? Contract? - You just sign.

And testify that we've been together.

You've been screwing my wife, and that's the reason for the divorce.

Screwing? No, no. It's love.

Okay? It's love, man! Okay?

Yes, Julio Iglesias, I know it's 'lobe'.

Stop! You just have to sign here, okay?

If you sign for infidelity, we'll get the divorce immediately.

Infidelity? Cheating? No, no, no!

Cheating! No, no! I know nothing about infidelity.

I'm a Catholic! What would my mother say? Or my priest?

Infidelity! Cheating! No! Screwing. Screwing! No!

It's love. No sign. Never.

No, no. Never. No sign never!

Hi, Oscar.

Hi, sweetie. Hey... Oscar?

Oscar?

Take a bath. You stink.

- Coffee? - Oh.

Thank you. Gracias.

How did you become like this?

What is your problem?

Why don't you rip your wife's false heart from her body.

Yes.

And cut off her lover's head and throw it in the gutter where it came from.

I'm sorry. No habla... Spanish.

Thank you for...

- Coffee? - No. No, no. Thank you for...

- Only an idiot says thank you for sex. - Oh, sorry.

- Christian! - Yes.

Oscar and I are going sightseeing, I don't suppose you'll join us?

Uh, yes I will.

Hello. Hi. Welcome, everybody.

My name is Veronica. I will be your guide on this tour

around the beautiful Recoleta Cemetery.

It is 54,843 m2,

and has more than 4,000 vaults.

We're going to visit some of the vaults, so please follow me. Thank you.

In Recoleta Cemetery rest artists, statesmen,

and a lot of military people from...

We're going to see the monument of one of the most famous politicians...

- You and Juan will be buried here? - Stop it.

- Aren't you the hot shot couple? - I want to hear this!

How long were you with Juan before telling me?

- Be quiet! - For how long was I a laughing stock?

- Two weeks! Alright? - And do you love him?

- We're fine. - Fine? It's for life then?

I don't know. We'll be together for as long as it lasts.

Let me get this straight. You leave your son for another relationship.

- Based on 'however long it lasts'? - That's not how it is.

That's precisely how it is. A bimbo married to a braindead soccer player.

He's a walking party, and I'm grateful that I'm a part of it

'cause as soon as you set foot here, I turn into the sour bitch I used to be!

Exactly! Thank you for admitting that!

He awakens something in me. He sees me!

The sex is amazing, I've never...

Does everybody here pop cliché pills? 'Awakens something ...'

- In other words, I didn't? - Right!

You want a woman who thinks life is a bottle of red wine on the couch.

You're so unloving, manipulating...

So, you're angry at me, and I'm angry at you. Can we at least agree on that?

Where did the others go? Where's Oscar?

Oscar?

Oscar?

Oscar

Oscar!

Oscar?

It's a strange thought that you can just reach out and touch the dead.

Yes, that is strange.

What are you doing? Don't hold my hand.

We must find Oscar.

- I'm sure they went that way. - No, This way, I'm sure.

- That way. - Anna

I'm going this way.

Oscar?

While the two yet again tried to find a way back to each other

Oscar was waiting for the guide, Veronica, to get off work.

Why do you always show your legs? Put on a longer dress. Or trousers.

- But her legs are beautiful. - Yes, that's what worries me.

- Who's that? - He followed me from the cemetery.

Nice clothes.

- Are you following my daughter? - Don't laugh at him.

Perhaps he's hungry. Come sit!

We can't afford to feed every hungry tourist kid we see.

Be quiet. Try it. It's from the grill.

Why is he wearing a jacket? It's the middle of summer!

- He must be very hot. - That's so weird.

Why did you follow me?

- 1... - Don't worry, you can talk.

They don't understand English.

I think you're very beautiful.

- What's your name? - Oscar.

Thank you, Oscar. His name is Oscar.

Ah! Oscar.

- What are you doing in Buenos Aires? - My parents are getting a divorce.

- Here? - Yes.

I hate divorces.

I love you.

I mean... I love them. The divorces.

You're funny. But you're right, Oscar. You have to love everything.

Even divorces.

When is the boy leaving?

- How old are you? - I'm 18.

I'm 17.

- I'm really 16. - You're so funny.

- You think so? - Yes.

No one ever called him funny. And he'd never given a girl his number.

Now it seemed like the only thing he could do.

- Where is he from? - Denmark.

- You speak Spanish? - Yes.

Denmark. I know of Denmark!

Yes. Football. Laudrup. Michael Laudrup?

No, no! Kierkegaard! The philosopher.

Do you agree that Kierkegaard and Camus

represent the same existentialism if you disregard the religious aspect?

As a young and free man Veronica's dad

studied modern philosophy. But one day he got a family,

and silencers and carburettors replaced the rooms of philosophy.

At this very moment Oscar realized he couldn't go back to his parents.

He also realized that from now on his life depended on a single phone call.

This was the worst pain he'd ever felt.

- Room. Room? - Yes.

- 110 pesos. Passport? - I don't have it here.

- Age? - 18.

- What's your name? - Oscar.

Oscar. Oscar...

Give me money now, Oscar.

Room number 175.

Oscar, call me! I'm a tiny little bit worried, and it's not

I know you're sensible... Oscar? You're sensible, but it's a big city.

So, that makes me... Oscar! a little nervous. Call me, sweetie!

- Is he with you? Where can he be? - Maybe he's just sick of us.

- Speak for yourself! - Please! We agreed to protect him.

Instead we put him through all of this. You tell him everything you feel!

And he sees you waking up in a pool of red wine and self-pity!

- Shut up! - I want you to talk nicely.

You also wanted us to be together till death, but that didn't happen either.

Let's do like in Denmark. We accept the situation for Oscar's sake.

- What's wrong? - Oscar's missing.

- Hey, no problem! He called me. - You?

- Yes. Oscar! He's a good boy. - What did he say?

He say that he's fine. Yes.

You should not look for him.

Because he's fine.

And... do not call him, also.

Because he's fine.

Christian realized something that night.

He realized he'd used his son so he could better stand himself.

Maybe it had always been like that.

He'd been trying to hold it together, waiting for a disaster to happen.

Now he knew he was in the middle of it. That disaster was in fact himself!

What grape?

He likes you. Normally he would kill you and then drink your wine.

Why don't you just shut up.

- I hate this city. - That's too bad. It's a beautiful city.

I need to sign the divorce papers and get out of here.

- I hate divorce. - He hates divorce.

Why don't people don't understand that divorcing is madness?

You know why? Because first of all there are your sins and your guilt.

What you did and didn't do in your marriage is tearing you apart.

And after that follow emptiness and loneliness.

You fill the void with alcohol, nightlife and going out with young girls...

They must be young, of course. Not like the old hag you left behind.

You now feel like the king of South America.

Viagra and fucking, Viagra and fucking ...!

Till a heart attack tells you you're not as strong as the young stallions.

Divorce is toxic. Your life is now worse than when you were married

even though you think your ex was a farting, lazy, boring, frigid woman!

Systematically incapable of understanding your needs.

Needs that are very easy to understand.

And then comes the worst of all. Memories of the good times.

They come when all the hate and bitterness subside.

"And they hurt. 'Why did I do what I did, and not what I should've done?"

'Why did I say what I said, and not what I should've said?'

And then the hardest part: Recuperation.

On crutches at first. You're unsteady, but slowly you return to life.

If... you're lucky!

Most men stay in bed whining about the life they used to have.

And what did they have? A woman. They were married.

And now the morons want to go back to the woman they once loved so.

And God, who loves a good joke, lets some get back together.

At first it's beautiful. Kisses and hugs. I forgive you, you forgive me.

And as time passes you realize it's just like before. Only worse!

Then you think about shooting yourself, but you don't have the guts.

So you give up and become silent. Sitting in front of the TV.

And there you sit till death comes for you.

Reduced to a vegetable

from too much alcohol and too much TV.

I hate divorce! I hate it!

These are my fields.

Where it all comes from. This is my father.

These are my vineyards.

I love the softness of the grapes. I love to touch them.

I miss my son.

No... nothing.

I would like to buy your wine and sell it in my wine shop.

Have a little more.

- Drink. - Yes.

- And drink! - Yes!

Hey, Christian! You party again?

You'll jump anything with a pulse, you animal.

What are you doing sleeping out here?

Have you no dignity? Get up.

Why are you lying there, Christian? We have a meeting with the lawyer.

- Lawyer? - Yes, and Juan's priest.

What priest?

- Hi, Christian. - Hi.

Let's settle the division of property. We don't have a lot, so...

- And we need a lawyer for ...? - Handling the formalities.

And she acts as a witness. For both of us.

- Christian. - Maria-Elena Tamudo.

This is Padre Most who will absolve Juan

when he's signed the infidelity formula.

Didn't anyone point out that this is completely insane?

That's how it's done here. Sit, please.

Sign here, please.

What about sex before marriage? Shouldn't he absolve both of you?

Shut up and take this seriously.

- Let's divide our stuff. - It'll be quick. There's nothing left.

Oh, sorry. There isn't much to split.

I have no money. I'm almost bankrupt with my wine shop.

It's been very difficult since Anna left.

- Hey, Christian... - Shut up, Juan.

Anna can have what's left. I don't need anything.

He's apparently going bankrupt and doesn't want anything.

- What are you doing? - I'm translating.

- For the lawyer? - Duh! Yes.

For the lawyer who is a witness for us both?

Yes.

A lawyer who doesn't speak English! Do you enjoy humiliating me?

- Now he's mad? - Shut the fuck up, Juan.

Give me the papers, you tight hag. Where do I sign?

- Take it easy, Christian! - Where do I sign? You can have it all!

Use it on sex toys, so you and the dribble master can have a good time.

The passion fruit, your rent boy! Or whatever the fuck he is!

Where the fuck do I sign?

More? Thank you so much!

Now... I'm divorced.

Anna?

- It doesn't feel right like this. - It's a divorce, Anna.

It's not supposed to feel right.

I need a little time.

One late night, as Oscar was waiting for Veronica's call

he experienced strange things.

First, the dancing cockroaches,

and later on it got eerie.

Two young lovers had crashed into one of the local flower carts.

The vendor and the bleeding lovers were now struggling for their lives.

For the first time in a year Oscar cried, unable to stop.

When Oscar woke up he knew only one thing: She hadn't called.

Veronica still hadn't called.

Walking through the city, he realized that it was true.

There was no point to neither life nor death.

He decided to tempt fate once and for all.

If Veronica hadn't called in 5 minutes, he'd jump off a building.

A very tall building.

Meet me tonight. I'm alone in the weekend.

Kisses. Veronica.

He immediately wrote a reassuring text to Anna

saying he was fine and would come home soon.

Anna got the message and decided to go ahead with the engagement party.

Hey, Christian! Come here! Say hello to the guests.

Hello. I'm Anna's husband.

Hello, I'm Anna's husband. Anna's husband.

Just say your name, would you?

Hey! I'm Christian, Anna's husband.

Anna, my love.

The first time I kissed you, you said: "This will never work."

Do you remember?

Now we will dribble our way through the most important game in life.

And we will be top scorers in each other's lives.

- Hey, Christian! You play football? - No, I hate football.

Really? How can you hate it?

I play handball.

- What? - Handball. You play with your hands.

With hands? Stop it! No.

You have the ball in your hand and throw it in the goal.

- No, stop it, no! - It's a real man's game.

I was a goalkeeper. Quite good. 2nd best league.

- Oh? With hands? - Yes.

Okay. Let's play some day. No problem!

- Let's play now. - Now?

I'm a wall you can't pass.

I challenge you. I will take it 8 out of 10 times.

And the challenge will be about Anna.

Hey. Hey

I Juan Diaz.

You will not get 1 out of 10.

Sure.

Are you crazy? Come on. Come on.

It was true that he'd been 2nd goalie in the local 2nd division,

and he was convinced he stood a chance.

He only had to save one.

One. Piece of cake.

Don't do this. Juan, please. No! Christian, stop it!

This is between him and me. Stay out of it.

Come on, Christian. Come on, Christian.

Take it with your hands. Take it with your hands.

Come on, Christian, come on. With your hands.

Come on, Christian. Take it with your hands, take it...

Take it with your hands, Christian.

Come on, Christian.

Come on, Christian! Come on!

Last chance, Christian. Okay, come on.

Christian injured one of the two most expensive football legs in Argentina.

And they were both attached to Juan.

Fuck! Shit! God damn it!

Are you insane? Do you know what that leg is worth?

I did everything I could to make this work, but I want you out! Tonight!

Do you hear me?

That same night Christian moved out.

And Anna let Juan know that he'd behaved like an idiot.

Are you totally incapable of acting like a grown-up?

It was the first time Juan saw Anna's infamous temper.

Anything could've happened to your leg. Are you insane?

Juan thought that Christian must have heard this woman yell often.

He suddenly felt sorry for Christian.

Are you even ready to get married? It doesn't seem like it...

You only think of yourself and never about the consequences. Never!

Argh!

Holy crap.

- A room? A room? - Yes. Yes.

Passport?

Christian?

- Christian? - Yes.

- Good. Room 173. - Thank you.

As Christian settled in

Oscar was on his way to his first date with Veronica.

Her parents were visiting her father's sister in the suburbs,

and they'd be gone for the entire weekend.

Oscar had thought long and hard about what first to say to her.

It never became an issue.

The days were wonderful, and Oscar learned a lot about Recoleta.

He took pictures and read. He let Buenos Aires into his soul.

When Veronica got off work she hurried to him.

That weekend they just slept next to each other.

Well, she did. Oscar didn't.

He didn't want to miss a single breath or a single movement of hers.

Veronica. Veronica.

But Anna had been right about Juan's careless behaviour.

The next day they flew to Brazil to meet Juan's future employer,

and have a final medical check-up before signing the contract.

And there's an additional injury here. His knee is injured.

With exercises this knee will be just fine.

- You'd sell me an injured player? - No, no!

Anna knew she'd lost. No one buys a player with an injury

no matter if it's small, big or temporary. An injury is an injury.

Anna and Juan returned to Buenos Aires in low spirits. Well, Anna did.

Because when they went out for dinner, Juan didn't seem to care.

I've tried this before. When I was sold to Inter, I got a knee injury.

And when I was about to play for Espanyol, I wrecked my groin.

There. Thank you. Bye.

And then the English club... Wedgeham.

- Westham. - Westham.

And what happened? An injury to the other knee.

It's always the same. And what about

Liverpool? A pulled muscle.

Every time there's a transfer something happens. It's a fact.

But the most important thing in life is that everything is in its place.

Your heart and mind must be in everything you do, or it will go wrong.

I just hope Boca will keep me. It's enough for me.

No more talk. Get off my back about it.

But why doesn't it bother you that everything we've worked for

you just threw away with your fucking knee?

- It is what it is. - Please, speak English.

- Why? - Because you're bad at it.

You need to practice. That's why.

- Maybe I should'a stay here. - 'Maybe I should stay here'.

Maybe I should'a stay here! They love me in Argentina.

I got enough money. No problem. No problem.

What's wrong?

The girls that just walked by here. I think they think I'm your mother.

My mother? My mother!

Please, you're blond. My hair is dark. My mother? Are you crazy?

I'm 32, you're 37. It's perfect!

I'm 39. I lied.

You lied?

Yes.

So what if you're 39 and a liar? I don't care. I don't care!

The beautiful girls thought I was your mother. That's all I'm saying.

Hello! Hello, everybody.

I'm Juan Diaz.

Thank you. Thank you.

This is my girlfriend.

She's not my mother.

She's my girlfriend.

I love her very much.

Now you know. Thank you. Thank you.

And that lead to their next fight.

After settling into the hotel, Christian also settled into his old habits.

But one evening something unexpected happened.

Fernanda?

Put on these clothes. You're asking me out, okay?

- What? - Date. You ask.

- You? - Yes. Ask!

- Will you date me? - Uhm... yes. Put on clothes.

Look how beautiful they are.

Look how happy they are.

They are like I once was. And like you once were.

You look very beautiful.

I know.

- Champagne. - Thank you.

- Signora Morales. - Thank you.

- Do you have kids? - Two.

Grown up now.

And a husband?

No husband. Dead.

Tango accident.

- What? - Dancing. He fell.

Hit his head. Floor. Head. Boom.

I'm sorry.

My husband and me were champions for many years.

Best in Argentina.

Always together.

- You really loved him. - Of course.

Why would I be with someone I didn't love?

- Don't be idiot. - Sorry.

No. No more sorry. No more thank you for sex. No more crying.

Enough is enough. Be a man.

Mrs. Fernanda Morales!

Christian didn't know exactly what happened to him that night.

It felt like a storm was raging through his soul.

As if a tornado whirled up all the settled dust.

As if all things in an instant became chaos,

and then proceeded to find their rightful places.

- Oscar? - Dad?

Oscar, where are you? Oscar tell me exactly where you...

- Oscar! - Dad...

What are you doing here, Oscar?

Who the hell did that to you?

Oscar told his dad everything.

How he followed Veronica and met her family. Yes, everything.

Since Veronica's parents' return, Oscar had had to stay away.

But one night as he was missing her he needed to see her again

even if it meant an unpleasant encounter with her father.

That morning, before falling asleep Oscar understood something.

He now understood why some travel around the globe

to find out if there's a tiny chance their love is still alive.

Don't say anything.

Oscar, you're here? What happened to your eye?

It's a long story.

It's a bit outside the norm to sleep with the domestic help in this country.

What norm would that be?

- Are you jealous? - Of a 70-year-old? Hardly.

Go on, Oscar.

Veronica! Time to get up.

Veronica, get up.

Oscar tried to defend himself, but he shouldn't have.

He got a thorough thrashing from Veronica's father.

He waited all day outside the car shop, but she never came out.

So he returned to the hotel and called his dad.

Oscar. Oscar, come.

Hello! Hey!

Hello!

Hey.

- How do you say hello? - 'Buen dia'.

Buen dia.

Okay, this'll be tough. Oscar, translate.

I'm Oscar's father, and I'm here to tell you that nobody hits my son!

He says I'm a horny bastard, and he wants us to get out.

He may have broken some unwritten laws, but he loves your daughter,

and he says that she loves him, too.

He looks odd.

And he's smaller than you.

And look at his clothes. Can you trust a boy dressed like that?

Can't you find another boy? Does he have to be so fancy?

Ever since Kierkegaard, nothing has come out of Denmark but porn.

It's a porn country! Sex, sex, sex! It's all they think about!

- The only thing! - What?

Oh! Very nice.

I think the Danes should leave now.

They've caused enough trouble. I need peace and quiet.

So... 'good day', 'bon voyage'

Allah-Allah! Bye-bye!

After intense negotiations Veronica and Oscar were allowed to date

if they'd abstain from not only sex but petting, too.

When Christian, Anna and Oscar had dinner that night

Christian was in his right element.

He couldn't remember when he had last felt this way.

It was as if the family had never been separated.

Anna uttered a surprising statement.

I'm having serious doubts, Christian. About everything.

How could I leave you like that?

How could I leave Oscar alone without his mother?

Christian realized that this was the moment he'd been waiting for.

How could I leave you alone?

My little boy. The people I love.

The woman he had loved was having doubts and had returned to him.

It could all start over.

I think we should sign the papers.

Anna returned to Juan who had been missing here like crazy.

They decided to get married at once with only friends and family present.

Which didn't give Christian time to get out of the country.

Anna, I wish to thank you for our years together.

Thank you for all that you've taught me.

All that you've given me.

And thank you for giving birth to Oscar.

It's the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.

I know that the love you've shared with someone

You carry with you forever. It doesn't just vanish.

No matter if you stay together or not

the love will still be there.

It's a love that never dies.

And it's that love

that I want to thank you for, Anna. Thank you.

And congratulations.

Cheers, Christian.

Oscar decided to stay in Buenos Aires for a while.

The next morning Christian returned to Copenhagen.

- You coming with me? - No.

But you're leaving?

- Yes. - Why?

"Everything is 'why?"

- Thank you. - Don't be idiot.

Subtitles: Tina Goldberg Dansk Video Tekst