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THIS STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.

THE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS
SHOWN HERE ARE PRODUCTS

OF A CREATION ONLY FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES.

ANY SIMILARITY WITH REALITY
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

BUENOS AIRES, JUNE 2001

It's important
that we never mention the word "farewell".

If Diego hears the word farewell,
he'll rip us a new asshole

- and cancel the whole thing.
- Okay.

Guille, is Diego thinking
about playing again?

Let me answer you as a banker.

There are times
when the market asks you to buy

and times when the market
asks you to sell.

These days,
I doubt the tendency will change.

The asset called Maradona
is asking us to cash out

and get the fuck out of here.

Now if I answer you as a friend,
I have to tell you he will play again.

He has 40 dicks. He'll play again.

He's fat as a walrus. His knees are shot.

He'll play again.

You can later decide
if you believe the banker or the friend.

How can we sell the match

if we are unable to say
it's going to be a farewell match?

A tribute match.

In the end, it's saying goodbye
with a bang, like Diego deserves.

But we'll sell it as a tribute match.

Let people interpret it as they want.

It's important we close the deal
no later than in three days.

Ninety days and it's over.

I can't stand that island any longer.
I have to get out.

Get it?

- Hm.
- Hm.

- I see you hesitate, Rubén.
- Okay then.

All right. Then let's get to work.

Okay?

- So will I see you tonight? Okay.
- See you tonight.

- Luciano!
- It's Mariano.

- Mariano. How are you, man? Don't get up.
- Hi. I'm fine.

Diego told me he had heard
good things about you.

- Yes.
- Okay.

- Gentlemen. What can I get you?
- Yes?

- The usual for me, please.
- Right. Rum Collins.

- What about you?
- The usual as well.

- I don't know you. I'm sorry.
- The same thing he is having, please.

Okay. Two Rum Collins. Perfect.

- I'll be right back.
- Great.

Thank you.

Did you see what he did?

You didn't? Well, first mistake.

Marianito, if you really want this job,
you cannot miss anything.

You must be aware of everything
that goes on around you.

I've been coming
to this place for 20 years

- and I always order the same thing.
- Yes.

A Rum Collins. You ordered another one.

Two Rum Collins.

Do you think the guy
wouldn't remember two Rum Collins?

And yet, he wrote it down. Why?

Out of respect. For me, okay?

So I won't have to worry

if he'll bring something else
because he forgot or got confused.

See? That's what a good employee does.
They write it down.

Write it down.

I didn't bring anything to take notes.

- I have a good memory.
- No. Memory is not good.

- I need you to take notes. Okay?
- Excuse me.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Of course.

Can you lend him something
to take some notes?

- Sure. Of course.
- Thank you.

- Thank you, man. All right.
- Thank you very much.

You must improvise. Cheers.

Okay, second mistake.
No alcohol. None whatsoever.

If you really want this gig,

I need you to be teetotal.

Let me warn you.
Diego will insist that you drink.

He gets very difficult
when someone doesn't drink.

- He hates it.
- Yes.

Your work will be pretending
to drink without drinking one drop.

Nothing. Not even a drop.

Okay? If I find out
you drink just one drop,

I'm going to have to sack you. Hm.

- No alcohol whatsoever.
- I know you worked as security in Ku.

Yes, for a long time.

For El Avión, The Coyote,
Puente Mitre and Pizza Banana.

I also did Taekwondo. I'm a second dan.

I don't give a shit about that, Marianito.

I don't need that.

I don't need a security guy.

What I need is a nanny
to look out for Diego.

But taking care of Diego is not easy.
You must be glued to him all the time.

- Always.
- I'll be with him.

- Write it down.
- "Glued to Diego."

If Diego asks you for wine,
you give it to him.

But if he asks you for wine
and he has had a beer before,

you give him a beer.

He won't be able to tell the difference.
Diego calls all booze wine.

- About seafood.
- Yes.

Be careful because he doesn't have limits.

He loves it,
but his uric acid is already sky-high.

Telephone.

Diego doesn't use the telephone.

He's going to ask you to call so and so.

You'll make the call,
provided it's someone in the family.

If it's work-related
or someone you don't know,

call me and I'll give you
the green light. All right?

- Noted.
- Stairs.

Diego will not climb up or down stairs.

Even if he asks you to,
Diego stays on the ground floor.

Wall outlets. You take care of that.

Waxed floors.

Cubans love to wax the floors.
That can't be done. Okay?

Furniture corners and door latches.
None of that.

Pillows.

Diego sleeps almost sitting up.
The bed has to be full of pillows.

Flushing.

Diego doesn't flush.
If the toilet doesn't back up, you do it.

Cigars. Midgets.

Pablo Milanés and Celia Cruz.

Boca games. Sunscreen. Toenails.

Music volume.

Swimming pool. This is very important.

Diego cannot go in the water after eating.

He falls asleep and it's dangerous.

Should I also tell him a bedtime story
and tuck him in?

Was that a joke?

Do you think I'm joking?

Please forgive me, Guillermo.

Listen, this is no joke.

We're talking
about Diego Armando Maradona.

BUENOS AIRES, NOVEMBER 2001

Guillermo.

- How are you?
- Is everything good?

- Very good. We're ready.
- Good?

What do you think? Did we come up short?

Do we need to go to the Monumental?

Diego will obviously want to speak.

Yes, of course.

So I've been thinking.

If we put him in a box seat,

it will create a distance
from the public that...

I don't like.

Instead, we can put him
on a dais over there.

Microphone.

And Diego. Right there.

By himself.

Alone against everyone else.

Historical. Colossal. Something imposing.

I think it will be remembered forever.

- One second.
- Yes, sir.

Mariano, champ. Talk to me.

Yes, put him through.

Dieguito. Hand me the players' list.

Hold on a second.
No, I'll read it to you. Wait.

Óscar Córdoba, Carini, Higuita,

Ferrara, Bermúdez, Gamarra,
Iván Córdoba, Lothar Mathaus,

Solano, Riquelme, Leo Rodríguez, Francescoli...

Yes.

Álvaro Recoba, Aguilera,
Valderrama, Suker and Stoichkov.

No, not Pelé.

No, forget it. He's not a coward, but...

No, Diego. Obviously, he's coming.

Yes, forget it. No. He's going to be
in the box with Platini and Grondona.

Yes. But the person to replace him

is Eric Cantona. Do you like it?

Excellent. I'm closing it then.

- Done. Eric Cantona. Yes.
- Good one.

Yes.

No, I can't go get you on the island.

We've already been through that, Diego.
Don't do this to me.

What do you mean you can't travel
without me?

Come on, you're with Marianito.
He's a great guy.

I'll call you every day
until you get here.

I swear it. Come on.

I love you too.

Yes. It will be a great success.

Yes, I love you. Bye.

- They want you to define the catering.
- Done.

Okay, good. Shall we continue?

All right, hold on.
I'll call you right back.

- Guillermo, how are you?
- Let me see the diagram for Pelé's suite.

Here you go.

- And Diego's?
- Here.

- Is there a problem?
- They can't be the same size.

- What shall we do?
- No, this will be a problem.

Listen, get me a suite diagram
for the Brazilian

that looks smaller than Diego's.

- Can it be possible?
- Yes, sir.

Do it now because Diego
will ask you for it.

- Perfect. Bye.
- Bye. Thank you.

Mariano.

Where are you?

Great! You're close.

Listen to me.

What? No. What media?

No. Diego knows he cannot talk to anyone
until tomorrow before the match.

No, Pelé is not here yet,
but you tell Diego he's here.

Otherwise,
he will want to arrive after him.

Pelé after Diego. Diego after Pelé.
We're all going to end up crazy.

Fine. Bye.

- Okay.
- Coppola.

- Hi.
- How are you? I'd like to introduce you

to Erica and Ornella Whalton,
the hotel owners.

- Hello.
- How are you?

- The famous Whalton sisters.
- Yes, that's right.

You're both prettier in person.

- Thank you.
- I'm flattered!

- All right, Ornella.
- Erica.

- Erica! Ornella.
- Ornella.

- How are you? Fine?
- How are you? Okay?

We want to thank you for trusting us

for this outstanding event.

Anything you might need, whatever it is,

- please do not hesitate to ask.
- That's right.

We are at your entire
and absolute disposal, Guille.

Guillote, Guillermo.

- I don't know what to call you.
- Well.

Girls, first of all, "Guille", "Guillote",
or "Guillermo". Whatever you like.

- All right.
- Secondly,

- first names only.
- First names only?

Okay. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

- No.
- No? Good.

In case you feel like going
to see Diego play.

- No way!
- I can't believe it.

The tickets were all sold out,

- but I have a few left.
Yes!

- Thank you!
- Thank you.

My pleasure.

- We'll meet you there.
- Well, see you later?

- Yes, of course.
- Yes, sure. Of course.

- Thank you very much.
- Maestro. Listen.

Yes, hold on.

Listen. A group of midgets might come in.

Dwarfs, like tiny people, okay?

They can't come across Diego.

Park them there
and bring them in from the back.

- Yes.
- Can you manage that for me?

- Yes.
- You're hesitating.

- No, it's fine.
- Yes? Good. Let's go.

COPPOLA, THE AGENT

- You're all leaving the hotel right away.
- Do you see this?

Take a good look because this man
could have lost an eye.

What are they? Animals?

It hit me right here.

It's a total lack of respect.
They have ruined the hotel.

Why don't you start
by telling me what happened?

Maradona called room service

and when the waiters arrived
with their order,

he shot at them with a paintgoal gun.

- Paintball.
- Paintball.

This is a serious hotel
and we want you to leave right away.

It's 4:00 a.m.

I don't care what time it is.
You leave immediately.

When did you all start thinking
about what time it was?

Give me five minutes.

I'll get organized and meet you downstairs

and we'll find out how to solve this.

- Five minutes.
- Five minutes.

Don't worry. You'll be fine.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- It's Miss.

- I'm sorry, Guillermo.
- I'll talk to you later.

Diego!

Diego, open up!

He must have passed out
with all that drinking.

What the hell happened?

What's this shit with the paint?

You were supposed to keep
an eye on him, weren't you?

I do keep an eye on him,
but I can't control the rest of them.

What's up, man? Get back inside, please.

I tried to stop him,
but he was laughing in my face.

He said, "Hey, Mariano,
you're a snitch and a newbie."

He called me a buzz kill,
a ballbreaker and an asshole.

There was nothing I could do.

Diego!

You stay here.

If he wants to leave, don't let him.

- Is that clear?
- Go, don't worry.

Why shouldn't I worry?

I'm asking you a question.
Why shouldn't I worry?

Are you checking out?

No, something much better.

I'm here to offer a Solomonic solution.

So you, your bosses and I

can go to bed knowing
we have done the right thing.

A decision has already been made, Coppola.
You have to leave the hotel now.

Wait.

Sit down for a minute.
Let's talk. Both of us.

Let's look at the whole scenario.

This is the hotel
where Diego Armando Maradona

will spend his last hours
as a professional soccer player.

Tomorrow, it will be over. Done.

We're stamping a small piece
of posterity here

in your hotel.

I don't care, Coppola.

Besides, I'm risking my job.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you think if I take Diego,

the rest of them are going to stay asleep
as if nothing has happened?

Forget it. I would have to take them
all with me. It's a disgrace.

Platini, Valderrama, Cantona and Pelé.

Are you going to knock
on Pelé's door at 4:00 a.m.?

"Hey, King, I'm sorry.

You have to wake up and leave."

To Platini, "Monsieur.

Excuse me. Please clear out."

And not to mention
when this leaks to the press,

which it will.

"Whalton Plaza

destroys the joy

of the most important
sports event of the decade."

So...

I ask you to please look
at this other scenario.

I'm proposing something
which is more elegant and nicer.

You charge each and every one
of the damages

Mr. Maradona's mischief
has caused to this card.

As you can see, it's mine.

It says "Guillermo Esteban Coppola",

which guarantees

that I will honor any eventuality
that may come up.

I don't care if you change
all the wallpaper

because of one drop of paint
or if you put in new carpeting.

I don't give a fuck.

Make whatever changes
you want to make. I'll pay for them.

Tomorrow is the match.

I'll get Diego out of here before Monday
and you won't see him ever again.

Let's fight together this battle
that is everyone's battle.

It works on any color.
It is the best scratch remover.

Bravo!

Honestly, the line at the bank is...

So another day in Argentina,
with more problems and worries

than certainties
about where our money is going.

The banks are crowded, our...

I don't know whether to leave or stay.

This isn't working anymore.

How do you see Argentina's future?

No, he cannot stay with Claudia. No way.

I need something permanent
for the summer. I'll see what I can do.

It's a little far.

I need something in Buenos Aires,
close to home,

where I can come and go,
and see how he is.

No. Otherwise, Diego is going to ask me
to move in with him.

I've lived with him for two years in Cuba,

and watched him take a crap
with the door open.

No. I can't do it anymore.

I like Barrio Parque. Where exactly?

How many bedrooms?

Okay, good. Bye.

- Coppola, please come with me.
- What happened now?

- Please, come with me, Coppola.
- Okay, fine.

Let's keep our calm.

Walk with me.

Over there.

And that picture has been destroyed.

Please.

Do you have anything to say?

It looks like a Marta Minujín exhibition.

What do you want me to tell you?
I've already given you my card.

Yes. It has already been charged.
The total was 98,300 dollars.

- A hundred thousand bucks?
- No, 98,300 dollars.

The bill with the detailed charges
and the card

are in the envelope.

And I must also read you this letter,

"In my capacity as the hotel manager
of the Whalton Plaza Buenos Aires Hotel,

I certify that Mr. Diego Armando Maradona

and his agent, Mr. Guillermo Coppola..."

Manager.

"...and his manager, Guillermo Coppola,

are no longer welcome in this hotel
because of the property damages caused

during their stay

in November 2001.

This ban is irrevocable

and for life."

That will be all, Mr. Coppola.

No, I'm not shaking hands with you.
Did you think I would?

You just broke my ass to fix this room.

- The letter, please.
- It's all yours.

Guys, everything is ready.
We leave in ten minutes.

Are you okay?

A photo over here, please. Guille.

- Coppola, what did you do?
- Everything is ready.

Thank you.

Mariano.

- Guillermo.
- Where's Diego?

We were supposed to leave
half an hour ago. The bus is here.

Marquitos, come here. Come on. Move it.

Listen, take the bus to the stadium.
I'll drive Diego, okay?

Check with the kitchen if they can
fix something so he can eat on the way.

My, God!

I thank you all on behalf of my daughters,

on behalf of my mother

and my father, on behalf of Guillermo,

and all the soccer players in the world.

Soccer is the nicest
and healthiest thing in the world.

If someone makes a mistake,

soccer is not to blame.

I made a mistake and paid for it, but...

It's not the ball.
The ball is not to be stained.

Diego was there, sweetheart. Such words!

I see that you're touched, Guille.

Yes, of course I'm touched.

It was the celebration
Diego deserved, you know?

After everything they said,
that the stadium was going to be empty,

that nobody was going to show up
given the situation the country is in,

and I don't know
how much more bullshit, right?

I suppose

it must be very complex
to organize something like this.

Yes, very complex.

After all, it's my job, right?
I'm not complaining.

In fact, when the match was over,
Diego went to where I was.

He looked at me and said,
"I owe all this to you."

And threw his jersey at me.

Darling.

Listen to me, Guille.

After this match,

and I know nobody wants to use

the word "farewell" or anything like it,

what's going to happen to Diego now?

Hm?

Not everything has been said, Susana.

No. My wife and I have settled
in José Ignacio.

We're super settled.

We were thinking
of coming down to Buenos Aires

during the first days of December
to turn over the house to the new tenant,

- but if you want it by tomorrow...
- Not tomorrow. Today.

- What? Today?
- Yes.

- Six thousand dollars, Guillermo.
- No problem.

I'll pay you in advance
so Diego can move in tonight.

- Who? Which Diego? Is it Maradona?
- Yes.

I thought the house was for you.

No, but it's exactly the same, right?

- It gets complicated. No.
- What do you mean?

Just because.
I don't think that will be possible.

Maradona is a very controversial person.

- Yes.
- I'm a sitting judge

- in the judiciary system.
- Yes.

- I understand you perfectly well.
- Am I being clear?

- But I'd like to ask you a question.
- Yes.

I don't know if you had a chance
to hear or see the speech Diego gave

- the other day in the Boca field.
- No, I didn't.

Well, he's a changed man

who learned from his mistakes
and has already paid for what he did.

He wants to lead a different life
to be another guy.

- Can I call you Ricardo?
- That's my name.

Ricardo, I understand you.
One hears terrible things about Diego.

- He is terrible.
- Tell me about it.

I'm with him every single day.
Even I am surprised, but he has changed.

They allow you to talk and...

- No, I'm telling you. Yes.
- Guillermo, listen to me.

Do you know who I bought this house from?

I bought it from Chiquita Legrand.

Mirtha Legrand!

When we signed this house sale,

she said to me, "Ricardo,

- guard this house with your life."
- Nice.

- Did you hear me? "With your life."
- Let's do something, Ricardo.

Let's call Chiquita now

and tell her Diego will be living
in her house.

You'll see how happy she gets.
She adores him.

Maybe she adores him,
but my wife hates him.

Just between you and me,
she thinks he's a thug and an oaf.

- Is that your wife?
- Yes.

She's beautiful.
She doesn't have to find out.

This is a gentleman's agreement

between Judge Ricardo Monaldi
and Guillermo Esteban Coppola.

Nobody else. She doesn't need to know.

Look, as a goodwill gesture,
I won't pay you 6,000.

I'll pay you 12,000 greenbacks.
What do you say?

Twelve thousand dollars in cash today?

- Of course in cash.
- I want this to remain between both of us.

- Please.
- Let's put it in writing.

- Yes?
- Of course it's an agreement.

We'll get along just fine, Ricardo.

The issue with the northern provinces

regarding the cut of tobacco areas.

Subsidies are going
to be cut to the provinces...

- With the Patagonian provinces...

- Hello. Susana?
- Guillermo,

can you do something about Diego?

He keeps breaking the balls
with the fucking fireworks.

The New Year's is over.

The thing is, someone gave him an arsenal
as a gift. He's crazy about firecrackers.

I asked them not to send him anymore.

Why should I give a shit
that he is crazy about them?

That asshole is going
to set the house on fire.

Until he runs out of them.
I promise they won't send him anymore.

Do something.

- Mariano.
- Hello, Guille.

Listen, tell Diego to stop
fucking around with the fireworks.

The neighbors are about to impale me
because of the shitshow in that house.

Wait. Let me talk to him.

Hold on. I'll call him. Diego!

Guillermo says to stop with the fireworks.
The neighbors are complaining.

Guillermo, Diego said to tell you to bring

four brain-stuffed ravioli boxes tomorrow
and one jar of pesto.

Are you stupid?
Did you tell him about the fireworks?

He put booby traps with gate explosives,

and I don't dare jump.

This is like the Middle East.

But don't worry. I have him under control.

Motherfuckers.

BOLOGNA, PASTA BOLOGNA

Here you go.

Thank you, my dear. I appreciate it.

I'll pay you later, okay?

- Sure, no problem.
- Thank you.

TRADITIONAL PASTA

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Mariano!

Mariano!

Guillermo. Did you bring the ravioli?

Ravioli? Are you stupid?
The house is on fire.

What? Oh, no!

Will you get your head out of your ass?
What did I tell you?

- Pick that up.
- I didn't notice.

There's a fire.

- Where's Diego?
- Upstairs with some girls.

Stop. Wait.
You can't do that here.

Hey! Stop it! Dude, lower that.

Lower it. Are you crazy?

- What the hell is going on?
- It's just a get-together he's having.

A get-together? What are you doing?
What did we say about the pony?

Again with the ponies?

Diego!

Listen to me, Norbertito. Where is Diego?

Where is Diego?

Hey! Not here! Don't do that here.

Get down from there, Jorge.

You're going to get yourself killed.

Where is he?

Where is Diego? Where the fuck is Diego?

- He was upstairs with his friends.
- With friends? Get him down here.

Hey! What happened?

We were in the jacuzzi
and Diego lit a fire inside the room.

- But where is Diego?
- Getting changed upstairs.

Diego! Get down here!

- Listen, Mariano.
- Yes?

Go up there, take Diego,
put some clothes on him or whatever,

jump in the Scania and get out of here.

- Is that clear? Go! Now!
- Yes.

Dude, stop that.

FLYING EXPLOSIONS

I need the firemen
at Mariscal Castilla and Juez Tedín.

Yes, Barrio Parque.

The fire seems to be under control,
but we still need...

Yes.

No, I'm not the owner. I'm the tenant.
Why does that matter?

Yes.

Listen to me.

I have access to the house.

I'm inside the property.

Yes.

Why don't you stop
with the stupid questions

and get your asses over here?

Okay.

You're both assholes.

You and Ricardito
are two assholes of the highest level.

Guillermo, how is the house?

The house is okay.

I mean, of course there are some little
things where different fires broke out,

but thanks to the firemen,
they are getting solved.

I believe it's important to emphasize

that we didn't suffer further damages,

like any loss of human lives.

Was Diego in the house
when the fire broke out?

No, luckily, he wasn't.

Like every Sunday, Diego
was having lunch at his parents' home.

In fact, he's still there,

waiting to see what
are the next steps to be followed.

- Guille.
- Do they know how the fire got started?

That's something that will be determined
by the fire department.

The truth is,
from what I've been able to hear,

it was caused
by a short circuit in the sauna area.

Well, unfortunately,
these things happen, right?

We must be extremely careful.

Will Diego continue his treatment
in Cuba as it was intended?

Well, I can't answer you right now.
I have this issue to solve.

But as soon as I know,
you'll be the first to find out.

Thank you very much, Javier, Jorge,

- Gabriela. Thank you so much.
- Thank you, Guillermo.

And please be a little patient.
I'll keep you posted.

Diego, what are you up to? Yes.

Yes, I've been calling you, but I'm...

Yes.

Ravioli?

But listen, Diego.
I'm trying to work out the house issue.

But Diego...

Okay, fine. All right.
I'm going to send you some.

I'll send someone.

Brain-filled ravioli, yes, I know.

Brain filling. I'll send them to you.

Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Thank you, Mari.

...the cause

of the fire we just saw.

We're waiting live

to see if Guillermo
will give any further statements.

We'll be back shortly.

As you just heard, Guillermo tells us

that it was an appliance failure

that caused...

Hello.

Judge Monaldi. How are you?

- Who is this?
- Guillermo.

- Coppola.
- Coppola!

Guillermo, how is everything?

Good.

- You're not in Buenos Aires, are you?
- No.

I'm enjoying myself
at Arenas de José Ignacio.

When are you planning to come back?

I'll be in Buenos Aires tomorrow.

I have a couple of court meetings,

but I'll be back in Uruguay
in the afternoon.

Is it possible for you to clear
your agenda for one hour for me?

I'm sorry. What? Did something happen?

Well, there's a couple
of small things that...

- Well...
- Those sofas are destroyed.

That's not a small thing.

Yes. Well, we'll replace them.

The sideboard is fucked up.

It's made from walnut root.
It's no longer available.

- Well, we'll see if it's possible...
- What's with the penises, Coppola?

- In what sense?
- One penis. Another penis...

- Yes. Well, no. It was...
- Another penis.

It was a party that got a little out of...

- Well, not a little. A lot out of hand.
- You have an issue with penises.

- It wasn't me. I didn't do that.
- They painted my mirror.

- No. It was stupid. Come on.
- A mirror coated with quicksilver.

- What are they taking out?
- Yes. Well, things that were broken,

but not...

You demolished my house, Coppola.

The house is fucked.

Look at the Slovenian oak floorboards.
They're all scratched.

Son of bitch!

Why is the sofa burned and all fucked up?

- Why did you do that?
- No, that's...

There were
a couple of fire outbreaks and...

My wife's oak shelving, Coppola!

What are you doing?
How will you restore this?

What the fuck are you doing here?

All these have been kept
for more than 100 years.

There's also a carpenter.
He specializes...

Why did you take down the chandelier?

- Why did you take down my chandelier?
- It came loose.

- It came loose?
- It...

- The chandelier...
- Did it try to fly?

I think the chandelier came loose

and they took it down
as a precaution to...

They turned it on and it broke loose?

There's also someone
who will replace all the crystal beads.

That's not...

- But, well...
- Move your head, asshole!

They drew a cock on my wife's mouth?

I paid 120,000 for that portrait.

Yes.

- But...
- Coppola, you motherfucker.

You're a son of a bitch.

What do you want?

You want me to break the vase
on your fucking head, son of a bitch?

- You want me to kill you, son of a bitch?
- Calm down. I can solve it, okay?

- Lower your hands or I'll kill you.
- Calm down.

- There's a solution.
- How are you going to solve it?

Stop it.

Calm down, okay? Stop it.

- Take it easy.
- How are you going to solve it?

- Listen to me.
- Tell me now or I'll kill you!

We'll see how we can resolve this, sir.

What I want to say is that,
after all, it was a lucky tragedy.

Lucky?

Do I have to thank you

- for fucking up my house?
- No, sir.

Not that.

Imagine if Maradona
would have died here in your house.

After years and years
of investigations and probes,

it becomes a sanctuary.

A shrine in Barrio Parque.

Hordes of people from all over
the country are coming here.

"Diego!"

Food stands and gift stands.

- I know this wasn't planned, but...
- What are you going to do, Coppola?

I'll foot all the bills, sir.

But it doesn't matter
what the insurance pays you...

You bring the 120,000
for that portrait today.

- Cash.
- Okay.

- We'll start with that.
- Okay.

- Did you hear me?
- Yes.

Because I'm going to kill you,
son of a bitch.

- Calm down. Do you want some water?
- I'm calm. I'm...

- My blood pressure shot up.
- Yes, calm down.

Hey, you. Bring me a glass of water.

Fuck me over. You can't lean on anything.

- Take it easy, sir.
- What's it like upstairs?

Let's keep the downstairs image.

I asked you what's it like upstairs.

It's not any better than down here.

But go on up if you want to.

- But go by yourself.
- You motherfucker, Coppola.

Move, man. You don't get to stop.

Coppola!

Sir.

Fuck me over again and again!

Fuck you, Diego!

Guille, long live Diego! Yes!

Who is it?

Let me see. One moment.

Who is it?

Guillermo, Mariano here. I'm with Diego.

Come on up.

- Where's Diego?
- He's waiting downstairs in the car.

I don't understand. Why are you here?

He said that you should pack a bag.
We're leaving for Cuba.

Diego said what?

Since when do you take orders from him?
You should do as I tell you.

Do you have a bag? I'll help you.

Didn't you hear what I said? What bag?

I'm not going anywhere.

Don't make things harder
for me, Guillermo.

"Guillermo."

My ass. You work for me.

What do you have inside your head? Shit?

- What are you doing?
- Making a call.

What is it? Who are you calling?

Diego.

Guillermo doesn't want to go down.

- He wants to talk with you.
- No.

Don't make it harder for me.

Diego.

I'm not going down, Diego.

Because I know you

and I know that if I come down,
you'll end up talking me into it.

We've already talked about this.

Diego, I'm not going back to Cuba.

I've already told you.

My folks are in bad shape.
My brother is getting worse.

I have to be here for them.
We've spoken about this.

Of course you're my family too.
Stop screwing around, Diego.

I'm always there for you,
taking care of you all the time.

Besides, why do you want me
to go with you?

You never listen to me.

You wipe your ass
with everything I say, Diego.

No.

No, we're going through a rough patch.

You're in bad shape.

I'm even worse.

Listen, we used to

have fun together.

We did all kinds of stuff,

but we respected and took care
of one another.

That's not happening.

I didn't say we should part ways.

What I'm saying is that
we should take some time off

to be alone,

to think and to organize our thoughts.

I love you, Diego...

but I can't take it anymore.

What do you mean I'm a pussy, Diego?

Mariano.

EPISODE 6, FIREWORKS

Translated by Jose Ortega