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At approximately 4:00 p.m. yesterday,

this precinct received a telephone notice

that Mr. Diego Armando Maradona
had been admitted

to the Cantegril Hospital in our city.

Punta Del Este, January 2000

Guillermo, a statement for...

Diego Armando Maradona...

Guillermo, how are you?
How is Diego?

- A statement, please.
- How bad is his condition?

Had he been admitted in a coma?

Is Diego doing well?
How is Diego?

- How is Diego? How is he?
- What do you know? How is he?

Fortunately, Diego is all right.

He has decided to have some medical tests

because he wasn't feeling in top form.

Unfortunately, the doctors

have not confirmed it is an overdose.

"Whoever is found
using narcotic substances

or illegally using psychotropic drugs

will be brought before a court."
Et cetera.

I said "unfortunately"
because it seems that some reporters

have the need to look good.

I don't know if they want to look good
with production or with ratings.

We didn't make up this information.

- We had it checked out.
You made it up.

Nobody had heard from the doctors.
Nobody spoke with the doctors.

Your channel aired "Maradona in a Coma."

In a coma?

Diego in a coma.
Diego with a cocaine overdose.

Diego is being taken in a van.
Those are all lies.

You know what?

It's as easy as when one makes a mistake
and apologizes. That's it.

Is he being treated for some illness?
What illness does Diego have?

He's being treated.

Excuse me!

The doctors have said
that a large percentage of the population

suffers from hypertension.

Diego has high blood pressure
and has never denied it.

They've run all kinds of tests on him.
X-rays and CAT scans.

Diego is okay, he's fine.

He had a snack
and complained it wasn't enough.

So can Diego leave the hospital today?

I don't know. That's not my call.
That's for the doctors to determine.

I'm not the one who makes
the decisions in the hospital.

That's okay, but if he was admitted in
a state of drowsiness, that's like a coma.

So now, besides being a reporter,
you're also a doctor.

- We've verified the information.
- Okay. A medical report will be issued,

- and once you hear it, you'll know.
- When will the medical report be issued?

I don't know.
That's for the doctors to decide.

Now I'll be with the family, please.

Okay, once again,

Guillermo Coppola denies everything...

Coppola is angry at the media...

Fuck you all.

I don't have anything

against our Uruguayan brothers,

but are you sure he's not going
to die on us if we leave him here?

Listen, Guille,

I know it's the hard truth
and I've already spoken with the family.

Death is latent.

Here, in Buenos Aires or wherever.

Diego may die in 10 minutes.
It's the reality.

Even if he survives,

we cannot relax, Guillermo. The...

- Do I look relaxed to you?
- No--

No, I'm asking you.
Do I look relaxed to you?

I haven't relaxed for 20 years.

I didn't mean you, Guillermo.
I meant everyone.

Especially me, as his doctor.

Diego has to enter a rehab program.

If he doesn't, in six months,

we'll be fishing him
out of the pool with a net.

I don't know. Maybe that's what he wants.
What can I tell you?

How many times have we hospitalized him?

He goes in and out like a revolving door.

I keep making up illnesses
that gets more far-fetched,

bribing nurses,

and sneaking him out
so the media won't find out.

For what?

For what?

In the past, at least,

he went to the hospital to get well
and continue playing, but now...

The truth is if coke doesn't kill him,
the triglycerides will.

You've seen him.
He won't stop eating and drinking.

I don't know if he wants to blow up
like a frog. I don't know anymore.

Well.

Mr. Diego Armando Maradona

- is not under arrest.
- All right, enough. Are you done venting?

- Me too...
- Wait. Let me hear what they're saying.

Again, Mr. Diego Armando Maradona
is not under arrest.

Do you know who will be investigated?

Many persons are going to be looked into.

- Is Coppola under arrest or not?
Are there any arrests?

I'll repeat it once more.
Nobody has been arrested.

Okay, there it is.

Thank you for everything, Uruguay.
We're getting the fuck out of here.

You can take Punta del Este
and shove it up your ass.

We're getting out of here.
Where can we take him?

- We have two options.
- Yes.

I'm thinking the best one
is the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota.

- Minnesota in the United States?
- Yes, Minnesota.

No. Forget it.

Diego can't get into the States.
The same goes with me.

We've been denied a visa many times.
What's the other option?

There will not be any problems
with the other option.

Where?

- Cuba.
- Cuba and what?

What do you mean, "Cuba and what?"
Cuba, the country, you idiot.

COPPOLA, THE AGENT

Sir.

I've already told you
that you must go back to your seat.

I let Mr. Maradona have my seat
so he can rest a bit better.

These airline's seats
are far from satisfactory.

There are security rules
that must be complied with.

Are there any rules for human quality?

I'm not saying it again.

Go back to your seat.

I'll go back to my seat and wake up Diego,

who has so much trouble sleeping.

But when we arrive and Fidel Castro,

Commander-in-chief
of the revolutionary forces,

President of the Councils of State,

and the Ministers of the Sovereign
Republic of Cuba,

asks us how our flight was,
I will tell him,

"It was lousy.

We couldn't get any rest
because a stewardess named..."

- What's your name?
- María Carmen Socarras Valladares.

"María Carmen Socarras Valladares

flatly refused to let Mr. Maradona and I

enjoy an experience,
I wouldn't say pleasant,

but less traumatic."

I'm sure the Commander
will be more than pleased.

He's known for being very understanding.

If we encounter any turbulence,
you must go back to your seat.

You can count on that.

Please, Miss.

Please.

ARGENTINE CINEMATOGRAPHIC

Presents

YOUNG COPPOLA

- Yeya, please. Son of a bitch.
- There.

- Stop it already.
- There you go.

- Stop throwing things out.
- There you go.

- Guillermo.
- There's your fucking shirt!

Guillermo, I'm trying
to pick up everything because

- your wife won't stop throwing it out...
- Off it goes, just look...

Try to catch it.

Yeya. Stop it, please.

Get out of here, you son of a bitch.

Hold on for a second.
You're going to hurt the baby.

Think about our unborn daughter.

What unborn child, Guillermo?
She is four years old.

- Stop it, Coppola.
- Do you ever think about her,

- Guillermo?
- When do I think about her?

I think about her all the time.

Really?

Do you think about your family

while you're fucking your female co-worker
at the bank?

Let me make clear a couple of things.

When you say I'm messing around
with my female co-workers, you're wrong.

No, Guillermo. Don't you dare to deny it.

- I know everything. Everything.
- Mónica is not a co-worker.

She's the bank president's daughter.
Show some respect.

Respect? Do you want respect? Okay, great.

Okay, let's respect Mónica.

What about Laura from Accounting?

And Liliana from Loans?

And Norma from Human Resources?

- Are they all the president's daughters?
- Stop!

All of the president's daughters
and you fucked them one by one.

Listen,

I know you have a hard time
understanding it,

but I do things thinking about my family.

Not only for my career and my well-being,
but also for you and our daughter.

If you don't have the same vision
for the future as I do,

if you don't share
my methods or strategies,

that's your problem.

It might be time to take separate ways.
Don't you think?

Yeya.

Directed by
Hugo Winograd, Gerardo Winograd

Giselle, good morning.

How are you? Is everything all right?

Hello, how are you? Nice shirt.

Hello. How are you?

Good morning!

- Will you walk with me? Please? Yes?
- Sure.

How are you?

How's everything, Patricia?

I'm coming.

Regarding the balance sheet
I sent you last week...

- Remember?
- Yes, it's in your office.

- It still has to be checked.
- Okay. That's good.

No. Hold on.

It's work.

- Hello.
- Coppola,

- can you come right now?
- Yes, sir.

Are you busy?

Not at all.

Yes, I'm on my way.

- What happened?
- It was your old man.

He wants to see me in his office.

NO ENTRY TO ANYONE OUTSIDE THIS DEPARTMENT

Come in, Coppola.

- You need to see me, sir?
- Need is too big a word for you.

But please come in.
I want to introduce someone to you.

- Tano!
- Tano?

Mr. Vicente Pernía, in any event.

Yes, I'm sorry.

It's not every day one has the chance
to meet the best number 4

- that Boca had in the past 10 years.
- Nice meeting you.

- I'll never wash this hand again.
- All right, tone down your enthusiasm.

Being the relentless Boca fan
and ballbreaker you are,

I'm sure nobody in the bank
will take better care of Vicente,

who, is a new client as of today,
compared to you.

Sign him in
and take care of everything he may need.

Get out of here, Coppola.

What a ballbuster. My God.

Tomorrow, I'll be back
to make my first deposit.

Right. Don't worry.
Do it whenever you can.

Should you need anything at all, call me.

This is my office phone number,
my home number,

and this is my mom's home number
if you need me on a Sunday.

I always have lunch with her. Take a seat.

Hey, Guillermo,
do you often come to the stadium?

Yes, every chance I have.

Not so much now because I have a child
and my wife breaks my balls.

So what can I do?

Well, come this Sunday.
You'll be my guest.

I'll introduce you to the boys.

Yes, I'd love it.

And you might be able to help them too.

They handle cash like gypsies.

They put it away at any place,
take a little every time they need some,

and distribute it among the family
when they go on a trip. It's a disaster.

Well, I will need your signature here.

- Please.
- Okay.

There.

Another signature here and we're done.

- Great!
- Well, welcome.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

- So Sunday then? Perfect.
- Sunday. Come.

You put your money in the stock market?

Mm-hmm. All of it.

In public or private bonds?

- In what?
- I mean bonds and shares.

Actually, no.

I just call it that,
but it's an old pillowcase my mom sewed up

for me to put the money in.

I see.

Boys...

A few words.

First of all,
I want to thank you for your hospitality

and for making me feel so welcome.

I know many of you will be surprised
and I'm not underestimating you,

but there's something called a bank
where people like me work

and we can make money move

from one place to another

without the need to move it yourselves.

You might call it magic,

but it's not.

It's something very common
called transference,

which guarantees two things.

One, that you don't eat a bullet
in the Rosario bypass

when you're taking your savings
to your parents' homes.

Number two,

that all that money
you've won with your efforts

is in a financial system
that operates like an incubator

where your money is being nourished,
where it's growing,

where it duplicates,
which is what guys like me do.

We make our money grow.

And how much is your take?

Because I imagine you don't work for free.

That's the best part.

You don't have to pay me a cent

because the bank pays me a commission.

The bank's earnings come in the fees.

In short, the bank gains,
I gain and you gain.

We all gain.

Well, are we in or not, guys?

- Let's make a toast.
- Come on!

- Let's go!
- Cheers!

SPECIAL CLIENTS

You tell them that from now on,

if they want to talk about money,
they come to me first.

I'll see that nobody scams you.

I don't care if it's about
the telephone directory or elevator panel.

It's my business if it's about numbers.

Are we clear?
Numbers, Coppola and that's it.

I'll call you back.

My dear. Glad to see you.

I'm fine and you?

- Look what I've brought.
- Let's see.

I've brought you a few babies
for the incubator.

No, Carli. I told you...

Don't even walk half a block
carrying cash.

Come on, man. I get paid in cash.
What can I do?

Okay, the next time, before they pay you,
tell them to call me first.

I'll take care of everything.

Chuchi, can you bring that?

Before I forget, I have something for you.

- You do?
- Yes.

Chuchi.

What's this?

A suit, kid.

It's something adults wear
when they want to be well-dressed,

when they want to feel--

I know that, you idiot.
I mean, why would I want a suit?

To celebrate your birthday next week,
my dear.

I was thinking
of doing something quiet at home.

With friends and family. I don't know...

No, Carli.

Open your eyes for once and all.

In life, you have to be and look the part.
You only lack the look.

If I was directing a club,
you know who I would give more money to?

To someone who,
instead of celebrating his birthday

in a house in the middle of nowhere,
where nobody hears about it,

celebrates it in New York City

with the most famous people
in the country.

He arrives in a Class C Mercedes
with automatic windows

and gets out of the car in a suit

hand-painted by the angels themselves.

I would give this guy
all the money he wanted

because I can see he puts it to use.

Money calls for money.

- You don't miss a thing, Guille.
- Yes, it seems that way.

ARGENTINIAN FEDERAL BANK

Coppola.

I don't know if you know who I am.

- I'm--
- Boca's President, Maestro.

- Of course I do.
- Ah.

So if you know who I am, can you tell me
why the fuck you're being so cheeky?

Let's talk for a minute. Get in the car.

The other side, kid.

Hello.

Mr. President,
I don't know what you've been told,

but I respect you deeply.

What good is your respect for me

if I don't know who you are
or what the hell you do?

I don't stop hearing your name
at the club.

Even the young reserve players tell me,
"Talk to Coppola."

To Coppola?

The treasurer said
he talks more with you than with his wife.

To top it all, I found out you manage
the money for almost the whole team.

So I'm asking you directly

and calmly,

who the fuck do you think you are?

Well, let's say I'm a conciliator.

A conciliator?

Yes, I mediate the needs
between the players and management.

Looking for harmony, balance,

- and reconciliation of both parties.
- Are you a friend of Boca?

Yes, of course, a very good friend.

If you're Boca's friend, you must know
the club is not at its best moment.

To make matters worse,
nobody wants to invest a buck,

so I had an idea.

I want to buy J.J. López.

Mm-hmm.

If you're as mediatorial as you claim,

find me the money to buy him.

That way, you'll show me
how much of a friend you are to Boca.

Yes, of course.

I can name you the club's representative.

You'll be making a lot more money
than what you're making now.

How much do you need?

Write it down.

WELCOME

- It's very good, isn't it?
- Yes.

It's not
the expensive wines you're used to drink

now that you've got money,
but it's a good and noble wine,

- imposing.
- More than imposing.

The thing is, nobody drinks your wines,

but I believe
that if they were to become known,

people would choose them, right?

I'm sure you're a Boca fan.

I knew what you were getting at,

you son of a bitch.

I heard you've been passing
the hat around for López's transference.

But let me tell you something.

It's easier to pull out a tooth
without anesthetic from a bull mastiff

than asking me for money for Boca.

- Stop right there. Listen to me. I--
- No, I won't listen to you.

I'm not putting a cent in a club
that has no way to pay me back.

But that's the best part.
We're not giving it back to you.

Great! I heard that you were bare-faced,

but I didn't expect this.
This is too much.

What I'm proposing is not a loan.
It's something very different.

- Let's see.
- Look.

What do you see here?

- I see you and "The Madman" Gatti.
- No. Here.

What does it say? "Jet TV Games."

"Jet TV Games," right?
Do you know the brand?

I don't know. Stupid electronic games.
The shit kids use.

You stopped being a kid a long time ago,
yet you recognized the brand.

Why is that?

Because you've been seeing it
for three years on a goalkeeper's jersey.

So what I'm proposing is,
what would happen

if that beautiful gold stripe

stops being empty and starts saying

"Maravilla Wines."

Not only on the goalkeeper's jersey,
but in all the team's jerseys.

"Randazzo passes the ball to Pernía.
Maravilla Wines."

"Ruggeri passes it to Capurro.
Maravilla Wines."

"Capurro makes a pass to Ruggeri.
Maravilla Wines."

"Letanú passes it to Ribolzi.
Maravilla Wines."

"Kicks the ball. Maravilla Wines.
Leg work. Maravilla Wines."

"Leg work. Maravilla Wines.
He shoots. Maravilla Wines."

"Maravilla Wines goal!"

A lot better than that shitty road sign.

Can that be done?

Anything can be done in life.
The issue is if you're willing to pay.

You're such a son of a bitch!

- Do we have a deal?
- We have a deal.

MARAVILLA WINES

- Goal!
Goal!

I suppose you've already heard.

The club wants Moby Dick.

Who's that? A Yankee player?

A figure of speech.

The club wants the white elephant
of Argentinian soccer,

the trading card...

- The hardest trading card of all.
- Maradona?

Everything is set for his transfer,
but there's a small problem.

Argentina wants 10 million dollars.

Mr. President,
I'm not Mandrake the Magician.

I can't get you that amount.

Forget it.
I've already taken care of that.

I could never reach 10 million,

but I arranged for a loan

with a sale option
for four million dollars.

Perfect. So what's the problem?

The problem is that to get my hands
on those four million,

we'll have to loan six players
to Argentina.

And you know what they said?

"Talk to Coppola."

So let's talk.

So far so good,
until this kid's dad,

who is the biggest Boca supporter,
comes along.

He didn't want his son to leave Boca,

let alone now that his baby
can play along Maradona.

I couldn't give a shit, really,
I'm a River supporter,

but my old man wanted to kill me.

So I had an idea, a risky move.

I told him,
"Carli, don't come in tomorrow to sign.

Stay at home
and don't open the door to anyone.

Just stay quiet at home. Got it?"

What's up, Freddy?

- Maestro, welcome home.
- Excuse me.

Come in, boys.

On the day of the signature,

Maradona was arriving at the club.
All the media were there.

Fans and partners.
The whole country was watching.

The players who were leaving
for Argentinos Juniors

had to sign their transfer.

But I decided
that Diego should sign first.

He signed.

Pictures, hugs, kisses, cameras,
and statements. It was a total chaos.

The television stations.

An out-of-this-world circus.

And, of course,
they were all so busy with Diego

that they just forgot
about the other players.

They all signed their release.

All of them except Carlos, who was...

I was home
watching the whole thing on television

without knowing
what the hell was going on.

Well, the show was over
and I was about to leave,

not before bumping into a reporter

and casually telling him
that I was very worried

because my client had not signed.

And he asked, "Who is it?"

"What do you mean? Carlos Randazzo!"

You remember the next day's headlines.

"Maradona's transfer is in danger."

"Randazzo missing."
"Historic embarrassment."

"Boca's cabaret."

And who called me?

The Boca President.

Coppola, you son of a bitch.
What have you done to me?

And I, without losing my cool, told him,

"Mr. President, it's the other way around.
What have you done to me?

I arranged the most important transfer
of the century for you

and you forgot the most important thing,
make everybody sign."

Then I played dumb
and told him that Carli was offended

and now he didn't want to sign anything.

In conclusion, he had to fork out
double the money for his transfer,

and when old man Randazzo
saw the figure, he forgot his last name,

forgot Maradona, forgot Boca.
He forgot everything.

All right, let's stop talking about me.
It bores me. Tell me about yourselves.

What did you say your name was, love?

- Me?
- Yes, you.

I'm Amalia, but everyone calls me Yuyito.

- Yuyito? Why?
- Guille, don't you recognize her?

She's the star acting with Flaco Manguera.

I'm sorry. I swear I didn't know.

I think you have to watch television
a little more, love.

- Yes! To Guille!
- Cheers!

MARCH

APRIL

MAY

JUNE

JULY

Come in.

Excuse. May I?

Of course, come in.

- Am I early?
- No.

I made reservations at the Round Point.

You'll be close to the station
if you have to get back.

- Shall we?
- Pick up.

- I don't mind.
- No. Let's go.

If I take the call,
they'll never let go of me.

Go ahead. Pick it up. Don't worry.

I'm leaving for lunch.
If it's not extremely urgent, please...

Diego?

- Isn't it too soon to celebrate?
- Well, I don't want to brag,

but it's not every day
that the best player in the world calls

to ask you to represent him.

It's like, I don't know...

Spielberg calling you
to offer you a star role.

Obviously, that will never happen,
but if it did, you'd want to celebrate.

Doesn't Maradona

have a manager already?

Yes, but Diego said
he talked to him and everything is cool.

The fat guy gets credit
for having known Diego all his life.

They were always together,

he helped him start his career
and that's good,

but in this case, Diego needs
a cold-level head, a strategist.

Understand?

Are you able to handle everything?

Maradona, the bank,

- the 200 players you're managing--
- 183.

Fine, 183, darling.
Same thing. It's way too much.

Yes, I agree with you.

Diego also thought about that
and said he wants me to represent him

exclusively.

I don't get how you can be so excited
about changing 183 players for only one.

Because 10% of a watermelon

is much better than 20 percent of a grape,
my darling.

Yes, but you don't have one grape,

you have 183 grapes.

That's a vineyard.

I don't understand much math,

but 183 grapes
is more than one watermelon.

Depending on the watermelon.

This is the largest watermelon
in the world, my love.

Some friends told me

they met him
when he played with Barcelona.

They said he was using drugs.

Those are the bitter and resentful
who talk just to talk.

Diego is a high-level athlete.

Even if he has a little fun,
it doesn't mean he uses drugs.

A drug user doesn't win
the Juvenile World Cup.

A drug user doesn't win
the Metropolitan Tournament.

A drug user doesn't take you
to the finals of the King's Cup.

A drug user doesn't win the Golden Ball
or the Silver Boot...

You're already talking as his manager.

I don't know.

What are you planning to do
about the bank?

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
Which nobody can deny ♪

I think more than one can deny it,

but luckily, I already had them fired.

Okay. I'd like to say a few words.

Everyone knows that to me,
Guillermo is almost the son I never had.

And Mónica won't allow me to lie.

Guillermo started working
in the bank as a gopher.

But he wasn't just any gopher.

I saw he had the potential,

and well, when I finally introduced him
to Tano Pernía,

Guillermo told me, "Juan Carlos,

I think there's an opportunity
for all of us."

And I said...

Remember what I told you?

- Yes.
- Tell them.

That we could not trust soccer players.

They are like racing horses.

One is going to win,
but the other 13 will miss the mark.

There are always more losers than winners.

Today, I am happy to say

that I was absolutely wrong.

Because after Pernía came, Randazzo came,

then Pumpido, Merlo...

Until the best of all came.

The horse that never loses,

the winning horse,

Diego Armando Maradona!

So you're leaving us
to be his exclusive representative--

- Manager. Exclusive manager.
- Good.

To end this going away party
and so you don't leave empty-handed,

we have a little something for you.

Girls, please.

No. Patricia and Rita, what's this?

- What are you doing?
- Come here. Tape this. Look.

- No.
- A safe!

- I really love vaults!
- You'll see!

Vaults turn me on! You know how I get.

What is this? There it is.

For your new office
when you move to Naples.

It's a paperweight.

- Read it out loud!
- I will.

"Hoping you always weigh in success."

Nice.

- You like it?
- I love it.

- Come.
- Thank you very much.

My anvil is leaving me.

♪ You try me once you'll beg for more ♪

♪ Oh! Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ But I need a certain song ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay, you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Havana International Airport,
José Martí.

Please remain seated
and with your seatbelt buckled

until the airplane reaches a full stop

and the seatbelt signal turns off.

Please be careful opening

- the overhead compartments.
- The horse that always wins.

Son of a bitch.

Episode 5, The Winning Horse

♪ Sure makes me wonder ♪

♪ If you know what you're looking for ♪

♪ Umm, baby ♪

♪ I wanna to keep my reputation ♪

♪ I'm a sensation ♪

♪ You try me once you'll beg for more ♪

♪ Oh! Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ But I need a certain song ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay, you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ No sir ♪

♪ I don't feel very much like talking ♪

♪ No, neither walking ♪

♪ You wanna know if I can dance ♪

♪ Yes sir ♪

♪ Already told you in the first verse ♪

♪ And in the chorus ♪

♪ But I will give you one more chance ♪

♪ Oh! Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ But I need a certain song ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay, you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay, you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay, you can't go wrong ♪

♪ I can boogie ♪

♪ Boogie woogie ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ Yes sir, I can boogie ♪

♪ If you stay, you can't go wrong ♪

Translated by Jose Ortega