All language subtitles for Esperame.Mucho.1983.1WEBRip

Wait hard for me.

Year of the Liberator General San Martin.

Buenos Aires,

huge capital of a country,

which has more than 15 million

inhabitants.

Paid in Palermo

the record price for an Averdeen Angus bull,

$ 205,000 local currency.

The Argentine national basketball team

with the brilliant performance of Forlon

and Ricardo Gonzalez

get the world championship for the first time

at Luna Park in Buenos Aires.

I am 41 years old.

In 1950 I was in fourth grade.

Per�n declared that year as the year of the Liberator General San Martin.

All tribute acts culminating in the impressive parade

on August 17.

I heard the grownups talk about things that did not interest me:

that Balbin was sentenced to five years in prison,

that Hugo del Carril filmed "Blood grooves",

that Torre Nilson made his first film, aided by his father, Torres R�os,

Oribe's crime,

and everyone sang "The last organ" by Homero Manzi.

Racing won the soccer championship,

and those who were not Racing fans, named it Sports Cereijo,

because the Finance Minister was his number one fan.

At home we talked about the Korean War.

But then, at age 11,

I had no choice but to study the student handbook

on the oilcloth of the kitchen,

while mom was preparing the milk.

I looked at the radio waiting the time to hear Tarzan.

I'll always remember that hour.

Even after 30 years

at six o'clock I'm Tarzan.

You are very thin, Juancito.

I already spoke with dad.

You're going to go to the summer camp.

A little fresh air is not going to come so bad,

I told you that you're rare, very rare.

I do not like Oporto wine.

Oh, you do not like?

This is a luxury.

Think of the poor orphans who have nothing to eat.

Without going any further, think of poor Aunt Berta, eh?

Think of his brothers, who had nothing to put in their mouths.

They put them in the oven.

Did the Nazis put them raw in the oven?

Alive, not raw.

What happens is that in this country everything is easy.

The only ones that have to work here is us, women.

Poor Aunt Berta running from one place to another,

and Uncle Miguel reading "Vanguard."

Uncle Miguel is a revolutionary.

He, a revolutionary?!,

a Don Quixote, that's what it is.

Your uncle and your father, ha!.

First is the family, first and foremost.

Look at poor Aunt Berta

married to such a man, hiding from time to time,

and why?,

he is a fool.

Your father, he should rather keep doing what I say, eh?,

because at this point

if not for my advice, I assure you that Uncle Miguel

would have already bankrupt the shop.

On Sunday I'll make you a enema.

No, no enema!

Enema, enema...

Hello, my little girl.

How are you, my love, fine?

Well, go change dress and come drink milk.

And to listen to Tarzan.

Is that how you treat your sister?

She is an apple-polisher.

Well, now take the milk.

But, Mom, the hour passes, come on, ma...

I said no. Until you finish your homework, no.

I'm finished.

Bullshit, Mom, he did not finish anything.

And how do do know?, it's perfect, it's...

Let's see, lemme see.

And this you call the map of Argentina?

Looks like a carrot.

It's perfect, it is.

Come on, ma!

Well, okay, but when it's finished you go on with homework.

And you do make that map again, eh?.

Tofi, the ideal food for young and old,

presents...

Tarzan,

king of the jungle.

When they made the fire of St Peter and St Paul,

every neighbour gave something to burn.

That year we made it at the engineer Ambrosio's construction site.

It was the shelter where the rain could not get in.

The old men were herdsmen,

now they have a small field,

it is theirs, and thanks to whom?

Wait a minute, Miguel,

you would not say it was because of that man, right?

Yes sir, because of the General.

Do you know how was Tucum�n like before Peron ?

The working class must be self-sufficient.

Raise a little bit there.

What are you doing?

Come on, boy, come and help!

Go, Juancito.

It is very nice.

They captured the solitary thief that used to spread pepper

at the eyes of his persecutors

and using the extra time he fled on a bicycle.

To us, day laborers

they payed with vouchers, we never saw a dolar,

if the grocery was the same owner's!

The working class must be independent

should not be subject to demagoguery of dictators.

Were you ever in a mill?

The vauchers you had to change them in the grocery,

they paid us with herb, sugar,

a pair of sandals they charged five dollars to us,

Who would protest, who, Don Miguel?

How are you, guys?

In just one day we spent everything we earned in a month.

We now have the day-worker law.

Buenos Aires, urgent:

the tyrant of Argentina

preparing a series of...

Taking advantage of this event

will cast to the streets

his hordes of shirtless.

reported Radio Carve,
- Did you see?

From the Oriental Republic of Uruguay.
- Did you see what he will do the despot?

What will do the despot?

You better do not talk,

dedicate to the theater, you will go far.

Class consciousness,

if workers do not join

they're not going anywhere.

We must overthrow the tyrant.

Workers were never better than now.

Ah, yes?

See it, and why you ask me a salary rise, then?

What are you doing here?

Mama's looking for you like crazy.

And Margarita?

Uncle Miguel is here, too.

Never mind Uncle Miguel

Mom is looking for you.

And you?

Me what?

You, too, were looking for me?

No.

Then mom speaks louder than you.

Why?

You're not like Uncle Miguel

the uncle is a revolutionary,

you never say anything.

Mom speaks louder than you.

Aunt Berta speaks louder than you!

Juancito...

Everybody speak louder than you!

Of everyone who lived through those years around my childhood

Uncle Miguel one of those who most had remained in my memory.

At afternoon, at nap time,

I watched him without him noticing,

he even did not noticed the presence of buyers.

The more shy ones, who could not get his attention,

will give up.

Good afternoon, Don Miguel.

Five boxes of three-inch head-less nails.

Head-less, what else?

L. nails, steel, two-inch, one box.

Two inches, two inches...

No more left.

What do we do?

Take three inches long.

I would, but we have to see what the engineer says.

The engineer, the engineer...

You have to decide, Deolindo!

You have to get used.

Do you think, Don Miguel?

If I think?

You have to command!

With the General commanding it's enough.

You mean you always will be an exploited?

Look, Don Miguel,

we are working people.

We are neither educated nor have read much,

We can not command,

to command you need to know how.

The General knows.

He knows how, and he defends us.

Hear me, boys,

Do not realize that this way you're not going anywhere?

You have to command yourselves!

But Don Miguel,

tell me where the workers command themselves!

Look.

Read,

What does this say?

Statement of Principles.

Juan B. Justo.

And that, who is?

That one? Is the founder of our party.

Read, read.

To replace the current capitalist system

by a society in which ownership of the means of production

be collective or social

in which each owns the product

of their work,

and the economic anarchy,

and mean selfishness of today,

follow a scientific organization

of the production

and high social morality.

I do not understand anything.

What do you not understand?

No, no, me neither.

Here, Don Miguel,

Do not you take it wrong?

Do not be offended?

We are working people, Don Miguel,

Take the list.

Latter I make the note.

Are you going to give it to the engineer, I say?

Yes, yes.

Come on, Carbone.

Such was life in those years,

when classes vanished in the last days of November,

when spring weather

encouraged to live outside in the street.

But mom's decision of send me to summer camp

was taken.

That Saturday my registration had arrived

and the list of things to bring there.

Bread and circuses.

I was hoping for someone to say no,

that I did not have to go to the camp,

I did not want to part from Lalo, Barco, or Titina,

nor from the summer waiting for me on the hot pavement of the street.

Corporatist: bread and circuses

like the "Blackshirts."

Reactionary!

Please Miguel, do not start, will you?

I educate my children myself.

Juancito, you go to Don Natalio and bought a pair of white sneakers,

all white, got it?

Yes, Mom!

Want me to go with you?

No, Mom.

Money.

No, you do not need money,

Yue tell Don Natalio I pass later and pay him.

I can not.

And now?

Can one know what happens now?

I know what happens:

he has a girlfriend.

Is Titina at home?

She is eating, but come, come in.

No, I wait for her here.

How are you going to stay on the street?, Come on in.

How are you, Juancito?

Sit.

Come on.

Titina,

Juancito is there.

- How are you?
- Hello, what do you do?

But, give him something to eat to this guy,

serve him something. Have you eaten?

Yes.

Do I give you cream?

Ok.

I want more!

Here, Juancito.

How are they at your home, Juancito?

Tell your uncle on Monday,

I'll pass by the shop.

I brought you something.

It's a surprise

you have to open it yourself.

I'm in love with you.

Like it?

Look!

It is divine!

Like it?

It is royal!

It is for you.

In the new Argentina the only privileged are the children.

Take distance.

Hey, this child, with his right arm.

With the right one, you idiot!

Go to the bitch that bore you, moron!

With my mother do no mess!

What's wrong?

Beat goes, beat comes...

boys do entertain...

Stop singing!

Split them!

Come over here!

A train!

Two rows, go!

Good.

Did you see what happened?

Let that not happen again!

Up front, march.

You're brave, you?

So you're brave?

He started it!

Here stupids not, eh?

Here cheaters not, eh?

Got it?

Two Argentine children

should be brothers.

They should not fight.

Did you see what the entry poster says?

Yes, ma'am.

So now you will shake hands,

and will promise not to fight.

No, stupid!

With that finger not, with this!

Give me your hand.

These two stay very quiet,

and you do so with the little finger

and the girl stays very quiet,

like a spider.

And then, you fuck her.

What if she doesn't want?

They all want!,

your mom too.

They all like it,

and the older they are,

the more they like young teens.

If I have fucked old women!

Brat,

why do not you go touch your mom's tit, eh?

Guys, guys!

Quiet, quiet!

at five o'clock ended the camp

and we came home.

I was the time I most expected.

I never loved the neighborhood as well as at that time.

When Claudio Elizalde appeared,

Ramon Querejeta artistic pseudonym,

everything changed.

Women longed for him,

and when he went to the cleaners shop, Juanita Yamamoto,

the abandoned, bent over backwards to help him.

What do you say, mate?

How much is it, mate?

It was one of the few times we saw smiling Martita's mother.

Thanks, mate.

As the General says,

for a Peronist

there is nothing better than another Peronist.

Chao, mate.

I was first, lady.

At that time we did not do anything but play ball.

We played in summer, in the evening after dinner,

in the hours we should be doing homework.

We played when we did errands,

we played after listening Tarzan,

and always, without notice,

we were in the street to play ball.

Barco had a number five string ball,

that Don Carlos had given him for his birthday.

Don Miguel, Don Miguel, the ball!

Shoot, uncle!

When Uncle Miguel touched the ball was a party.

Come on, man, give it to me here!

he forget politics and looked like a boy.

All envied him.

He was a juggler.

Not even Labruna!

Great, Don Miguel, be ready!

Great, Don Miguel, such ability!

Pass it on, uncle, I am ready.

Play it.

More, more, great!

To the goal!

Miguel!

People.

And how do you know which are whores?

You have to look out the stockings,

which wear twisted seam, they are super whores.

You always look at her legs.

And those who don't wear stockings?

Look, those without stockings, look at the hairs.

Those who do not have hairs are quite fucking as well.

Yours erects?

Clown!

Should it be possible?

The party's over!

To the shower everybody!

Get up!

Leave him!

Leave him!

What happens is that yours doesn't erect.

And you, yours erects?

Sure, look!

And mine much more, not like yours!

I bet yours doesn't erect!

Woe to you, and what it this, nothing?!

Mine too erects.

I bet yours don't erects!

Ah, no? Look!

Mine erects too!

Huy guys, he has it cut!

Julio cut!

Ah... very well done, the self-polluters, eh?

This way like the self-polluters, eh?

No, higher, Marcial.

Get it higher, or it doesn't flow down!

Aunt Berta...

Still, Juancito, soon it'l be over.

No, Martial, so I can not.

Berta, you come you.

Enema, enema...

So, that is it.

Let that stupid shut up, tell her to shut up, Dad!

Stop, Margarita!

Courage, Juancito.

You have to be a man.

Men hold up, you know?

Ay!

Not that he's gone,

nor that he has left Juanita,

abandoned's brothers threw him out.

Armhole seems to pull, eh?

Yes.

One night they catched the Japanese

and they said they would kill him.

But doesn't come down ver well, right?

It seems they have tortured him with judo blows.

But Tita, how do you say that?

With the Japanese you never know.

Did not you see how they exploit the poor Juanita?

Turn around a little.

What do you think?

This does not...

Yes, later I'll it shrink it, do not worry.

Religion is the opium of the nations.

L.R.A., the state radio,

and national broadcasting network

speech by His Excellency President of the Nation

general Juan Peron.

Compatriots:

in this new Christmas Eve

nothing can be more pleasing to my mind

than to get in touch with all the...

Bravo, fellow!

The conspiracy has always been...

Gentlemen,

or the radio stays off

or I withdraw with my children.

Stop your shit, buddy!

But, Monsieur Charles, it's Christmas!

There is a scene alike in Catullus.

You can feel it coming! (the revolution)

You can feel it comming!

The Duce, would already had put us good purge of castor oil.

We have seen worse.

Dignity is not just a mood.

Well, bravo!

We are all brothers!

What's this?

The bourgeoisie never leaves his site without a fight.

You'll have to wait until we open in January.

Don Carlos,

Let me tell you something?

- Wine!
- Beer!

Vidi, Vinci!

Hurray for comrade Heladio Febre!

The workers' cook!

Good!

Cheers!

Can I ask you one thing, Don Carlos?

You'll not get angry?

Do not you let me turn on the radio?

For sure he's done!

But, come on, Don Carlos!

All right.

All right, Don Carlos,

the despot is already full.

...fills all areas of the country

my biggest goal this hour

I can sum up by saying:

harmony among all Argentines,

and peace among all nations of the world.

was the message from His Excellency President of the Nation

general Juan Peron.

Don Carlos,

the thing to do is to dethrone him.

I have the plans drawn.

I spoke to Balbin.

30 colonels support me

are the cause's.

Juan Duarte,

we hostage him

disguised as apostolic nuncio

and we use your doves, Don Carlos.

From your loft we send secret messages.

I need your support, Don Carlos!

Co!

Calm, radicals.

No.

In this country nobody knows eating.

Garlic, garlic helter skelter.

What matters is the scent of garlic.

As Aristotle said:

virtue is in the middle.

I enter the stage

all dark.

Suddenly a window opens

and begins entering the light of dawn.

The director has an great illuminator.

I walk aside two steps and wait.

I wait the music.

Do you know what music, mate?

"Morning" by Grieg.

Do you know who plays it?

Alejandro Barletta, mate!

Do you know what instrument he plays?

Bandoneon, mate!

With bandoneon!

The director lowers music

then I go two steps forward,

right turn,

and start.

"Wait for me, and I will return,"

"But wait hard."

Can I have on?

I ended up matches,

ask Lalo!

"Sur, a warehouse light"

"you'll never again see me like you saw me"

"leaning against the window and waiting..." ("Sur" by Manzi)

Dear neighbors,

and now, Jean Romani

Paris Ambassador

will sing for you.

"The streets and suburban moons"

"And your love in my window..."

Religion is the opium of the nations.

Let's cheer

for peace.

Champagne is a wine

and can be drunk with meals.

Carpebien.

We must not miss the opportunity.

As we begin 1951

radicals celebrated the release of Balbin,

after a year in prison.

Railmen went on strike,

it was the greatest of that time.

Per�n ordered their military mobilization.

The government shut down and expropriated "The press",

from that moment became an organ of the CGT.

At an impressive town-hall on "9 de julio" avenue

the CGT claimed the formula Per�n - Eva Per�n

for the elections of that year.

It was August 22,

but Evita resigned his candidacy a few days after.

I could not celebrate my birthday.

That day they put down a military uprising

led by General Benjamin Menendez.

People took to the streets to support the government.

Television arrived in Argentina.

There was only one channel and began broadcasting on October 17

from the Plaza de Mayo.

There were elections,

Mom also voted.

It was the first time women voted in Argentina.

Like Don Carlos and Don Natalio feared

the Peronist party drew more than 4.5 million votes.

radicals, half.

We were happy on Juan Manuel Fangio

winning of world championship,

for the first time.

Claudio Elizalde told me about Lucas Demare who directed "Los isleros"

and on Yatasto that this year won the "Carlos Pellegrini".

What happened?

The regime, the tyrant.

But what nonsense!

Do not worry, madam,

they're going to release him soon.

It is only to find out.

They took him away.

Who did they took?

Don Miguel, who is going to be?

Why?

What should I know?

What happened?

They took Miquele.

Where did they took him, Grandpa?

He was taken prisoner.

Why?

With the politics is not going anywhere.

And you, Berta, you too have your part in this.

Yes sir, for having consented.

Who could have imagined?

Of course, who?

Who? Me.

I could have imagined.

Did not I tell you, perhaps?

Did not I tell you, eh?

Did I not say that everything would end so?

And you, Marcial...

Enough, woman!

Come on, what would you see!

But I swear by this!

She was great. Once I saw her in combination dress,

and then in panties and bra.

Great!

Shut up!

But, by the light that shines on me!

Hey, you, Juan, can you tell me something?

What color was the combination?

What color?

Blue.

Blue?

Where did you see blue combinations?

Come one, what would you know?

There are no blue combinations.

And there's no pink ones, perhaps?

Yes, pink there are. The other day I saw it on my sister.

And there's no blue ones, perhaps?

Yes, too.

Well, let's say it was blue, but as it was dark...

And if it was dark, how did you see?

Because Jean Romani lit her with a flashlight.

With a flashlight?

A flashlight, yes sir, chrome.

He bought at the hardware store, my dad sold it.

Hey, you, tell me, then what happened?

Well, then, Jean Romani illuminated her with a flashlight

and with the other hand put a disc in French.

And then the italian woman pulled out the combination.

By above or below?

Stop, you, let him tell!

Above.

And all the hair got tangled.

And there, then, Jean Romani ran off a French laughing .

And what was he laughing at?

And what do I know?

But let him tell, you idiot!

Come on, Come on, go on.

Well, then the italian stayed in panties and bra.

What color?

But let him tell, Lalo, please!

Do you see the little hairs?

Yes.

Don't cheat!

You could see!

Then, Jean Romani, with the other hand, threw a bottle of champagne over her.

But it was not pernod?

Do not pay attention to him, go on.

Well, he threw champagne over her

and began to suck her all.

But how?

With underwear on?

But listen, if on one hand was the champagne, and on the other hand he held the record,

with the other hand had a flashlight,

How many hands had the French?

But, he was fast, what you do you think?

Also I told you it was dark.

"For me, for you, to either"

We, my friends, who have chosen this career,

sometimes happy, and sometimes bitter,

but then always beautiful,

we, friends, we actors,

For whom are actors

but for the people?

Of course, this intoxication of applause

which is the greatest reward we aspire...

And you, what you act, a soldier?

No, soldier no,

I am the commander.

And what kind of commander you are

you paint guns?

Look, the truth is in the theater we do not have a coin,

thus, from the commander to soldier

we all do everything.

Hey, you, the cricket gied!

Wow, what crap!

When I go to Tucum�n I will bring a Coyu.

Do not know how he sings the Coyu!

What prawns, mate!

I help?

Look, what a pretty gun!

It's shiny, eh?

And you do not know the bayonet...

It's the best.

Let go!

Let go!

We must move influences, Don Marcial.

No, brethren, the despot is not touched.

It is an outrage!

Mutatis mutantis.

Health to the hulligans!

What is known about Miguel?

It is an outrage!

Vito with two.

Support, gentlemen,

influences is to be moved.

I bet to the two.

Pigeons, co.

Two to three.

We need your doves, Don Carlos.

Who is going to be suspicious of the doves?

Nitroglycerin.

Comes in lettle capsules, strapped to the legs.

We do bomb the presidential palace with your pigeons.

Can you imagine the despot?

Calm, radicals, calm.

Three compete.

Yet the time has come.

Time for work!

In this country, we women are the only ones working.

But, madam, would not have bothered.

Turkish coffee!

It reminds me of Mom.

- Good afternoon, ma'am.
- How are you?

Don Marcial, the commissioner was inquiring,

I think they located him,

appears to be in Devoto.

It is not a party, Clarita.

Look, Berta, the better dressed you go,

better.

Do not worry, Juancito.

You'll enter, but you'll get out.

What if do not come out, Dad,

who gets you out?

You do not for anything, do you understand, Berta?

Yes, Clarita.

Whatever happens don't cry.

Yes, Clarita.

You're a visitor,

visitors come in and go out.

Fear not, Juancito.

Who's afraid?

I ask, nothing more.

Hail, Caesar.

How are you, Mr Cashew?

Don Pascual, you too?

Peli Achilles companions

friends, remember.

Health, fellow!

Good morning, comrades!

What a day, eh?

Today indeed is a Peronist day!

Homer, Iliad, chant 16.

Patroculo feat.

Arab biscuits,

home made, eh?

Pasties from Salta, made by Dona Luisa.

Where do we lay them, buddy?

Gimme.

Come.

How many gifts!

Gathered enough.

A domino.

Thank you.

Dad, Dad, there he is!

Aunt Berta, there he is!

There's the uncle!

Jauregui, Juan Jos�.

Juancito!

How are you, nephew?

Well, uncle.

You know we play football here?

When going out, uncle?

There are two aim points and everithing...

With network and all regulations.

When going out, uncle?!

From here you can not see the goal points,

You have to see them!

I play left wing.

That big one, the scar,

he's the right wing.

When going out, uncle?

Look, I hold it, I stop it,

I make the pass, and I get off.

The fat one returns it to me distemper way.

I get it down with my chest, dribbled past one, dribbled other...

When?!

The goalkeeper is very cold sensitive.

When, uncle?!

Feint with the left, and pass the leg above it.

The stupid pulls to either side,

and shoot it with the right leg!

Let's go!

Visits!

Go!

Come on, kid.

Come, visit, come on!

Juancito!

Juancito!

Hurry up.

Let me, Fabian, and do not punish me with your silence.

It is useless, Marta.

But why, Fabian?

Why

Why, you ask?

Yes, why?

Do you know what a fire is, Marta?

Yes

Do you know what is the whirlwind

Yes

Do you know what the storm is?

Yes!

So is this passion I feel, Marta.

So...

Well then, why, Fabian?

Why?

You want me to tell you why?

Yes, Fabian, for heaven's sake, tell me!

Yes, for God's sake!

Okay, Marta,

I'll tell you!

Lux, the toilet soap...

Ahhh!...But, they always do the same?

Have they still not brought you the radio?

I think the electrician...

Come on, Clarita, you're not going to say...

I do not say anything, but

every time he goes to your home, the radio never gets working.

Well, Clarita, I will say that man is nice.

And then?

I do not know what are you waiting for...

Well, Clarita, but one can not do it suddenly.

Tita, I'll say something.

A woman should not be alone, dear.

Agreed, but I am a widow, Clarita.

You are a woman, you have the right to rebuild your lives.

Your boy is going to be much better if you are happy. Huh?

I guess you don't miss some fan, some sympathy...Huh?

Well, what is said seriously to get married, get married...

Look, being married is tricky.

You work all day.

Look at me, with the house, with her husband

with the kids...

But...

Sometimes I think: what can I miss?

And I get as

as a drowning here. See?

And I think that is the best thing that could have happened,

but does not resemble anything in the radio drama.

"Wait and I will return,"

"But wait hard."

"Wait when sad rains arrive,"

"And when the heat reaches"

"Do not stop waiting."

"Wait for me...'

Bravo, fellow, I like!

No, please, do not invite yourself to help me with the packages.

No, of course!

How are you, ma'am?

Well cared by the fellow?

Do not you think that the fellow employee would have to help me with the packages?

Calm, fellow, peace!

Our time will come!

"The fallacious conspiracy"

Ay, if Don Carlos would lend me the pigeons!

Look how things are, Don Marcial.

To think that he used to say to us we had to command!

Still I could not understand why they took him.

We should go and talk to the General.

Absolutely!

You are now, boys.

Fine, Don Marcial.

Thank you very much, Don Marcial.

You're welcome, guys.

See you later.

It would have to go and talk to the General.

Sure, yes.

Dear neighbors,

Merry Christmas.

Miquelle arrived!

We did it, they had to release us!

Miguel!

Brother!

Juancito!, Where's Juancito?

Juancito!

Where is him?

Palacios, who was my uncle's leader,

was detained two days at the office of a commissioner.

Beginning 1952.

Since that year we stopped going to school on Saturdays.

We read "The reason of my life" as a required text.

They took me to see "The rivers are muddy", a film by Hugo del Carril.

We all suffered because of the Chueco that overturned in Monza and was cast for several months.

June 4 Peron began his second term.

Amazed, heart in mouth,

we did admire German acrobats

they developed their countless tricks along the obelisk.

"Mono" Gatica for the second time,

beat Olivieri in the Luna Park.

Exhibicionist and bully,

had managed to divide the Argentine

into two camps:

those who loved him and hated him.

Say who is it.

From the hardware store

the ironing board.

Come in,

I was sleeping.

Sorry, I did not know.

No, okay, okay.

Come in.

Come on, leave it here.

Where did I leave it?

Thank you.

Do not you want me to teach you how to put together?

Well.

Do not you have something to cut the thread?

Bichi!

Here.

Thank you.

Leave it there, later I gather it.

Give me the scissors, that way you can not.

Bichi!

It does not matter?

Leave it. later I gather it.

Let's put it here.

It opens here.

Could it be the other side?

No, on this side, I'm sure.

I do not know what happens.

There.

Now.

This is to support the iron.

Here?

You have to sign the note.

I do not want it.

But, tell me what's wrong with that suit? If it is a very good material!

Dad told me I you were going to buy me the long ones!

You're still too young to wear long pants!

Lalo already put them on, to Marcos they'll buy it next week,

the only one with this shit is me!

Shit?, If it's a fine material!

Dad told me you were going to buy me the long ones!

You're too young yet.

But Dad told me!

Okay, okay!

Deal with your dad.

No, once again, boys, it is a Russian embrace, understand?

Trust us, buddy.

Go to Moscow, Leningrad will not surrender.

They wounded father.

He is very bad.

Now, slowly, advance.

You leave the bag on the floor.

You go to your left

as if drawn by a divine light.

Now, words.

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

No, no, no!

Let's see if you get into situation.

You now enter and hug him.

What do you feel?

That I love her.

No, think of your family, your parents, they are waiting for you.

I can not.

I'm going.

I can not work so.

But, mate, what happens?

It happens that those blacks do not stop looking at me.

Behave, companion.

So I can not.

First, let's see,

now that the male fellow feels, the female fellow does not feel.

I can not.

So I can not.

Why can not you?

They do nothing but look at me.

What, what they do look in you?

They look at me, they look at my ass!

And we're dying of cold.

We make drama as we can, you should understand.

Well, if we have no vocation, we have more to say.

Do it alone, the drama.

We will never have a theatre!

No, stop, fellow, nobody leaves!

Just a moment ago we were getting excited together.

What is that, nothing?

When I left Tucum�n, I promised my mom I'll come back actor.

Almost two years I've put up with!

And now that you look at her... What do you want them to look at you with those pants?

Everything is going to go to hell?

And, well, then we must get the theatre.

What theatre nor theatre!

When the theater is carried inside you rehearse anywhere.

Stop the fuck, mate!

Please.

Romain Rolland has already said, the theater will be people or nothing.

Tomorrow you bring a skirt and we go on.

Trust us, comrade

go to Moscow, Leningrad will not surrender.

Hey, you, Tomas, tell him I invite them.

Ah, stranger!

You were wrong with the bar.

You have bohemian soul.

I can not help, I like it, huh?

And you're always in the lyrics thing, you?

What can I do? Verses, verses...

With verses we do not shake the stomach.

Of course, so you sell shoes.

So what? Someday I will own a shoe store in downtown.

You, and with what money?

Yes, my love, yes.

My wife!

Tell firefighters, please fast!

What are you doing, huh?

What happens?

Rafetto store burns.

Attention, attention.

The boy Juan Jose Jauregui.

It's me!

Urgent, they look for you from your home.

Dad died!

Dad!

Why?

My love!

This morning he told me he thought buying you the long ones.

That does he tell you?

He thought buy you a suit with two pairs of trousers.

He never said anything to me.

He wanted to give you a surprise.

Mom, what did she say?

Clarita knew nothing,

the only one who knew was me.

Uncle...

What?

You used to talk a lot with Dad?

So so...

And about what he used to speak?

What do I know...

Business, politics...

He never told you about me?

You know, he spoke little.

But about me he never told you?

The theatre, peers,

the theatre, we got the theatre!

The theatre, finally we're going to be able premiere!

What happens?

We got the theatre, my companion, chocolate!

The director is a brain, got the money!

We premiere, colleagues, we release, poor them!

We have to celebrate.

I am delighted, Claudio,

really.

The theatre is the Romain Rolland.

I need leather bag for taps.

There.

Do not touch anything there, eh?

This is a bit broken

Do not you have another one in better condition?

Sir, look.

I look.

Look, sir, you see?

This has smaller hole.

Doesn't matter, ma'am, latter it fits unatended,

provided the stem gets in, it is fine.

But if it does not fit, you have to throw it away.

What serious business!

In this country everyone gets wealth, and nobody throws away the wealthy.

Would not you have another one, sir?

Here.

This one seems to fit.

Will it be good, sir?

As good as the reaction.

What?

The reaction.

The forces of reaction.

The cattlecratics!

And that how we eat?

How do you eat it, you say?

With the plus product stripped from the producing class.

Serafin!

Release it, release, release, I say!

Leave him, madam, he is a future proletarian!

Leave that, pig...!

Proletarian?

Proletarian be your grandmother!

Eat, Serafin, eat now,

tomorrow you're going to be an exploded.

Listen, sir, know that my children do not lack bread, they don't lack...!

Poor you, you've seen!

Bum, my children will not ever miss the bread, bum!

Go, go!

Wifey!

Dishonest, bum,

tell me what should I feed my children

what a shame, eh?

Reactionary!

But who really won?

Down with the capitalists in disguise!

Crazy!

Long live the organized proletariat!

- Bum!
- Wifey!

What happens here, what happens?

Come on, gentlemen, pass by, walk.

Social Revolution!

Stop it, Don Miguel.

Horray Miguel!

Down Peron!

Apple-polisher!

Calm, Miguel, calm,

do not forget what country we are living in.

It is, fellow, is coming.

Look the people!

If you join, we overthrew him.

Calm, Don Natalio, calm.

Counterrevolutionary!

Enough, Don Miguel, please.

Do not force me, this can not be.

I have my political ideas

but I am the authority.

Give way, gentlemen, come on, move.

It's okay, go, move.

Come on, lady, move.

This is a disaster! Help me guys, or everything falls down.

It all fell.

And now the prices, the only thing needed is an inspector landing-in.

What did you think? You have to give drive to the enemies of working class.

Is the fat woman, an enemy of the working class?

Come on, uncle!

But what, didn't you hear what she said?

What did she say, uncle?

How, what did she say?

The thing she said.

Uncle, she's a mean fat woman.

Is it always the same, you?

Never going to change?

What change are you talking about?

I do not know, uncle. It seemed to me ridiculous to see you fight the fat woman.

The defense of the principles, Juancito,

is one thing that should not be rejected.

I thought it was ridiculous!

And I was very sorry.

Lalo already put them on.

Forgive me, Clarita, but it is a shame.

For the neighbors, you know?

Neighbors, neighbors...

You're a little bourgeois.

The mourning is inside.

Oh, Miguel, you always getting into politics at all!

Politics has nothing to do with pain.

Barco already put them on,

he has a suit with two pairs of trousers,

and extra trousers.

You, better about the pain, do not talk.

Why, Clarita?

Because I don't say nothing?

Because I do not talk about my brother?

Is that why?

And, Mommy, you're going to buy them to me?

LR1, radio El Mundo,

interrupted transmission

to connect its microphones

to Argentina broadcasting network.

Communications undersecretary of the presidency of the nation meets

the most painful duty of informing the people of the Republic

that at 20:25 pm

deceased Mrs. Eva Peron,

spiritual leader of the nation.

Should I go see?

Who can be?

Dad, it's Claudio,

says if you let him watch.

Let him in.

Finally, after many postponements

a Saturday night was going to debut "Wait."

whole neighborhood, dressed for Christmas,

waiting, hoping, the triumph of Ram�n Querejeta,

aka Claudio Elizalde.

That night in the basement of Mitre Street

not missed anyone.

Now comes Claudio.

Quiet please.

What a lack of culture!

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

Distinguished audience, We apologize for this technical problem.

A moment and... you guys, calm,

as if nothing had happened.

Well...

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

Wait and I will return,

but wait hard for me.

Wait when the sad rains arrive and when the heat comes,

don't give up waiting for me.

Wait for me when no one waits and yesterday has been forgotten.

Wait even when my letters from far away don't arrive anymore.

Wait for me when everyone is tired of waiting together.

Wait and I will return,

do not love, I pray, whom repeat by heart

"it's already time to forget".

Even if the mother or the child might believe that I no longer exist now.

Let the friends sitting by the fire get tired of waiting

and drink bitter wine in honor of my memory.

Wait for me, and with them

do not rush to drink.

Wait and I will return,

to rave death,

one who never waited for me may tell of me

"The poor got lucky."

They'll never understand

those who have never waited

as you have saved me from fire.

How I survived only you and I would know.

It is simply that you waited for me,

as nobody ever waited for me.

Claudio Lopez, great!

Ramon, swell, great!

Comrade, swell, great!

Bravo, bravo!

Fellow Ramon!

Bravo, citizen Ramon!,

I'm very excited.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Claudio,

you put us goose bumps, great,

really good, a great performance.

Claudio, congratulations.

Sir, my congratulations.

When retrieving this time

the affection of these people, their faces and smiles,

I feel the weight of these 30 years.

When I left Tarzan, the defender of the weak and justice as he was,

to me, and many others,

opened a wound that still festers.

All that was going on to us

buried the fervor, projects,

and so many hopes.

I am 41.

Over time I found out why Tarzan wasn't enough

and then I lost my innocence.