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-Hello, Eliseo. -Good morning, Florencia. Good morning.

Motherfuckers. Bastards. Sons of bitches.

IT CLOSES BY ITSELF

Hey! Good morning, Doctor.

-Has a package for me been delivered? -No.

-Can I ask you a favor? -Sure.

I bought something online, but we won't be home when it arrives. You gonna be here?

-Of course. I'll take care of it. -Okay, okay. I'll pick it up here.

Sorry I'm not leaving you our house keys to drop it there but...

we thought about it and... It's a privacy issue, you understand?

Yes, and you're doing the right thing, Doctor.

I never liked to have anyone's house keys. I feel it's too much responsibility

-and I don't want that. -Fine, you watch for it.

-Oh, Doctor... -What?

It's been 29 years, eight months, and 17 days.

-What's that? -You asked how long I've been working here

and I wasn't precise about the time. I thought about it,

and I'd like you to know exactly how long.

-So, there you have it. -Very good.

-Watch out for my package. -Sure. Have a nice day, Doctor.

-Hello, Amalia. How are you? -Hi.

-Hold up. How are you? Alright? -Fine, fine.

Oh, good!

-I want to talk to you about something. -Yeah? About what?

Not here. Come with me. Come.

1Nothing, nothing at all?

No, nothing.

That's weird!

Amalia, isn't anything important happening with Florencia?

With Marina? Try to think about it.

Let me think...

Well, they've changed Marina's shift and now she's on call on Thursdays.

Her shift changed... and now she's on call on Thursdays.

That doesn't work for me. Think about something that's really happening to them.

There has to be something, Amalia. Think. This will help you. Let's see.

The other day... Florencia was exchanging voice messages

with someone and she was laughing.

-She was exchanging voice messages? -Yeah, a bit off-color.

-With Marina? -No.

-Oh, no? -Marina was sleeping.

Look, whenever she has a night shift, she sleeps during the day.

It was... with someone else.

With someone else... And what was she saying?

Oh, well, you don't remember, of course.

No, you will remember. We'll make you remember, Amalia. Come on.

From what I heard, she said something like...

“You'll see, I'm gonna eat your mmm..."

“You'll see, I'm gonna eat your..." Finish the sentence.

-It's cute. Tell me. -“You'll see, I'm gonna eat your frog."

The frog, the frog...

You have any idea when the day of the frog will be?

-From what I heard... -Mm-hmm.

...it's tonight.

You knew, didn't you? You knew, Amalia.

Go on, go on. Go now. Here.

Go get your hair dyed, okay? You need it. Go on now. Go.

THE MANAGER

After so many years, they now want to fire me for a fucking swimming pool.

-Can you believe it? -I think no one will vote

-for that project anyway. -I'm not sure.

-I made ricotta cake. -Thanks, Bebita.

Hey... You think or you know?

-I don't know, I think. -“I think" is not enough. No, no, no.

We must find out who votes which way.

So, give me the details of what went on during the meeting. I'm interested

in knowing each one of their faces when they talked.

Even if it's an insignificant detail, it's useful to me.

-Go ahead. I'm all ears. Tell me. -Well, María Pía and her husband

were very serious....

Hi there, how are you? I got a package for Matías Zambrano.

-Ah! Yes, yes. -Sign here, please.

-Thanks. -Sure.

-Mrs. Liliana. -Good morning, Eliseo.

-My friend Eliseo, how are you today? -Mr. Renato.

Good morning, Chiara.

-A long shift? -Yes, 18 hours.

It's such a big sacrifice for you people!

Well, also for Florencia, the poor thing.

-Jeez, I'm being nosy! -No, it's alright.

-It's good for the couple. -Of course.

We miss each other, and when I come home, she pampers me, cooks for me...

-You make a beautiful couple. -Thank you, Eliseo.

-Have a nice day. -You too.

Now you may as well start with the garbage.

Who is it? -Flor, it's me.

-I'll be right down. -Okay

-My, we're really impatient today! -I can't stop myself any longer.

-Stop it, you're turning me on big time. -Seriously?

-Good evening. -Hello, Eliseo.

Off to work.

-You scared me to death!

-Eliseo, how are you? -Hello, Doctor, how are you?

I've got something for you.

Ah! Don't tell me it's the robot vacuum cleaner. That's great!

-When did it get here? -Yesterday.

-Are these robots any good? -They're great.

A good friend recommended it to me. He has three of them at home,

-one for each floor. -Wow.

-Wow, what? -Well, I mean,

-one for each floor. -Oh, sorry!

-I thought that was an ironic wow. -No, Doctor. Why ironic?

-Hello. -Good morning, Matías.

-How are the kids? -Slowly.

-I'll take a shower and enjoy the new toy. -Okay, Doctor.

-And again, I'm sorry, -Please, Doctor, no need for that.

What's wrong with you, María Pía? Don't you say hello anymore?

FLORENCIA'S LOVER CRIMINAL PROBLEMS

-Eliseo. -Mr. Gonzalo, how are you?

-Fine. -I'm testing the doorbells.

-The doorbells? -Yeah.

Ever since I've been here, I regularly check the doorbells every three years.

If I'm not wrong, you've been living here five years,

so I'm sure I've bothered you with this sometime in the past.

-It's possible. -Of course you can't remember.

Well, I won't bother you anymore. Have a nice day.

-Bye, Eliseo. -Bye.

Hey, Eliseo, tell me how... how that thing you told be me

-about your building is coming along. -Everything's a little tense right now.

I've just finished the investigation phase

and now I'm launching an offensive with everything I've got.

But tell me about yourself. How are things?

Nah, everything's normal, just normal. Good, good.

-Or very good. -Let's hear it.

The thing is, there's this chick... well, one of the owners.

Every time she goes by the lobby, where you're sitting down,

she looks at me, flirts...

It's a gesture, a look, I don't know, she's coming on strong to me.

-So, one of the owners is hitting on you. -Yeah.

-Ah! Have you made any progress? -Are you crazy? No, no, no.

-Besides, she's married. That poor guy -Suppose what you're telling me is real...

-It is real! She looks at me... -Listen, if her husband doesn't find out,

it never happened. So, you're not hurting the guy.

No, stop, stop. No. I mean, suppose the guy doesn't find out,

but the thing is happening. The fact is it did happen.

What if I told you that when you're working, someone goes into your house,

eats at your table, watches your television, sleeps in your bed,

sits on your toilet, and before leaving, cleans up everything, and then goes.

So... Would this bother you?

-Of course it would. -Of course.

It bothers you because you know it happened.

But if you didn't find out, it wouldn't bother you.

You should apply it not only to this situation, but to life in general.

If we are not aware of something, it's because it never happened.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to live.

-You're terrible, Eliseo. -Yeah, but think about it.

-Okay, I'm off to the terrace. -Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Let me know if you see anything nice, okay?

Tatiana...

Why do you paint so much if you haven't sold one single painting in five years?

You're persistent, aren't you?

Augusto, you never grab a book, do you?

Always in a binge drinking with those slackers just like you.

If your folks only knew...

María Pía... So much love for God

and so much disdain for yours truly. Why?

Soon you'll be devoted to Eliseo's church.

Obviously a lawyer.

He lives in a modern building with amenities.

I would say he's a business attorney.

A lawyer, yes, but for a multinational. Just check the suit he's wearing.

-This broad? -She is a cosmetologist, divorced.

She's going to a healthy food store to buy a nut mix.

No. I think she owns a clothes store here, in Cabildo.

That one?

Cab driver.

-Cab driver. -Cab driver.

-Driver or owner? -Owner.

-Eliseo, excuse me. -Yes?

I have a problem with one of my car tires. I think it's low on air.

Please. I'll come with you. Let's go.

You saved my life. The car is loaded with donations

-and I couldn't possibly take a cab. -Donations? Who do you work for, a parish?

-Ah.

-Santa Estefanía. You know it? -Yes.

It's across the square, close by.

-I help whenever I can. -Oh, I'm so grateful to the church.

It was my haven when my wife passed away.

Poor Clarita. She was so young, it was horrible.

-I didn't know you're a widower. -Yes. It was a long time ago.

Just before I came to work here at the building.

One Sunday, Clarita and I were out for a walk around Recoleta...

...and we were so happy because of the new job opportunity.

We were gonna work here, in this building. We were gonna live here.

-Ah. -Clarita carelessly

crossed the street without looking... and an armored car ran over her.

After being in a coma for three months, she fade away until she was gone.

She was only 27.

That's terrible! I didn't know. I'm so sorry.

It was a long time ago. Life goes on.

-Eliseo, this is for your trouble. -No. You offend me.

-Please, this is my job. -Are you sure?

-I'm sure. -Well, thank you so much.

No problem, María Pía.

Miguel, I need you to come with me. Go get some garbage bags, the large ones.

-Did something happen? -No, nothing.

-Ah. -What?

-Florencia, good afternoon. -Hi.

How are you?

No, nothing. The owner in Five A needs

stuff to donate to her parish. I'd like to give her a hand

by collecting some clothes from the residents.

-The woman in Five A? The sourpuss? -Yes.

-Why should we help her? -Just because.

It's nice to help without asking for anything in return.

-Yeah, sure, yes. -Let's go.

-Yes. -Come on, let's go.

Do we have any clothes to give away?

-Hello. -Hello.

Why don't you give them that horrible pink Dry Fit jacket?

It makes you look like tied hog.

-I'll get if for you -Yes.

-She throws away all my stuff. -As long as she doesn't throw you away...

-How did the sale of number nine go?

-Did he finally go to Olimpo? -Nah, he's an asshole.

-He thought he was Pelé. -Oh.

-Now I'm more into goal keepers. -Ah.

-See? -Oh, it's very nice. Shocking pink.

-I can give you this. -Oh! But it's new, Doctor.

-You're too generous.

-Oh! Kiwi where do you think you're going? -What is she doing?

Does she want to go with uncle Miguel?

Oh, look the way she stares at him! She's so bright.

-Hello, Doctor. How are you? -Hello.

How are you. Sorry to disturb you. We're gathering clothes for the parish.

-You do have anything to give away? -No, we don't give away.

-Ah! -Not because I'm stingy.

I give when I pay my taxes to the state, which should use that money

so children are not cold, right? Everything else is a guilt trip.

To me, it's important that a kid who is cold can have a sweater tomorrow.

-Just different points of view. -Uh-huh

I'm not gonna bother you anymore. Have a nice day, Doctor.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Cheapskate prick.

-Take those bags to the boiler room. -I'll continue by myself.

Okay.

-I didn't see you as being so caring. -Well, I don't like to brag about it,

but I try to give a hand whenever I can, oh, yes.

I help in a community soup kitchen and in a center for retired people...

-Oh! -And weekends, in an animal shelter.

-Also in an animal shelter? -Yeah, I do I whole bunch of things,

but I do it for myself, not to brag about it.

Yeah.

Andrea has some clothes she isn't using any more.

-Should I get them? -Yes.

She's going to be happy I made some room in her closet.

- Sure. -I'll be right back. Eliseo is here.

-Hey, Eliseo. -Hi.

I ended up eating the whole chocolate bar.

Ah! That's good. Very good.

I already knew.

Great, three bags, Eliseo. It's good that everyone donated, isn't it?

No, not everyone. Zambrano didn't donate anything.

Augusto, the kid in Six A, I don't know if he's sleeping it off.

Tatiana donated, but jeez,

-a jar of olives. - The artist.

Yes. Naturally, this will remain here for personal consumption.

Have an olive. I tried one and they're good.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Mmm. Good! -They're very good.

BUY HERE

CARLO'S BUYING - SELLING

-800. -What do you mean 800?

It's brand-new. Don't be a tight ass, man. 1200, come on.

-850. -Are you fucking me? 1100 and it's a deal.

-900, Eliseo. -1000, Carlos.

-950, that's final. -You're really a miser, aren't you? Fine.

Look at this. These stone-washed are a beauty.

-Just divine. -See?

-500. -God! 500.

You get two pastries for 500. 700, come on.

-500. I'd rather have the pastries. -650 or I'm outta here. I'm done.

- Alright. -Perfect. Now...

The crown jewel. Check this shocking pink.

-400. -400!

-Good afternoon, Mrs. María Pía. -Good afternoon. How are you?

I was waiting for you.

-Me? What for? -I have something for you.

-What? -Clothes donations for the parish.

-Seriously? -Yes.

I went to all the apartments and told them what you needed them for

and all the neighbors, María Pía, without any exception,

gave me something. Well, no, not all of them.

Dr. Zambrano didn't give anything. I can't remember why he doesn't donate.

I hope you have some use for them.

Thank you very much. Yes, everything is useful. Thanks.

-Sure. Can I help you with the bags? -Eliseo, I'm already in debt with you.

-Oh! Why? -Because I am.

I haven't been treating you well. I don't know. I had my doubts about you,

always watching everything and everyone...

-Well, that's part of my job. -Of course.

I was prejudiced. I owe you an apology for thinking so poorly of you.

-No, we're good. -Good afternoon.

Miguel helped to collect the stuff.

-Oh. Thanks a lot. -My pleasure. See how many clothes we--

Wow! It's a lot.

-A bag's missing. They were three. -No, two.

-No, there were three. -I put everything into two.

Ah!

-Okay, get back to work. Go on. -Yes.

-Excuse me. -Sure. See you later.

-Eliseo, I'm in debt to you. -No.

I am. I want you to know you can count on me

for whatever you need. Did you understand?

-For whatever you need. -Thank you so much. Can I help you?

-Yes, please. -Sure.

Hello, Florencia. Is the bathroom faucet leaking again?

No, no. I'd like a word with you.

-Sure. Please, come in. -May I?

Eliseo, I... I wanted to explain to you what you saw the other day.

Florencia, I don't know what you're talking about. Sorry.

Come on, Eliseo, we're both adults. I know I was wrong.

I made a mistake, but... I don't want to risk our marriage.

I don't know what would happen if Marina found out...

I don't even want to think about that.

Excuse me. If she finds out what? I don't know anything.

Well, if you don't know anything, you take a weight off my shoulders.

I really don't know what you're talking about. I didn't see anything.

-Sorry! -No. You know what?

-Fine, then it's all clear. -Of course it is.

Well... Since you're here

-I want to ask you something. -Yes?

It's nothing, really. A little bird told me someone has plans for this terrace

and that you're involved in the project. Is that true?

-No, no. Sure, it's Zambrano's project. -Ah! Zambrano.

-Yes. -Ah, listen.

It's Zambrano's project.

Well, make sure it stays that way, as a project, okay?

NO TRESPASSING

Three votes for Eliseo..One for the pool.

Hello?

Hello? This is Juliette, I sent you an email.

I'd like to get confirmation about the apartment for rent.

-To whom am I speaking ? - Yes, this is Eliseo.

The manager of Apartment VIP Buenos Aires, Juliette.

If you prefer, we can speak in Spanish, but my Spanish is not very good.

Well, all right. It would be good for you to work on your Spanish.

I'll try to speak slowly for you to understand me.

You have rented a 200 square meter apartment,

but you also count with our company's consulting

on everything related to Buenos Aires, right?

Places, tours, tips, and what to be wary of.

Juliette, there's only one requirement.

Payment must be made in cash at our offices. Cash, only cash.

We don't take old dollar bills, only the news ones, Juliette.

Okay, oui . I'll be arriving in the morning of the 14th.

-Oui. It's reserved, Juliette. -Merci.

Au revoir. Awesome, Eliseo.

THE MANAGER