01x05 - Surprise Visit

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Auntie, do you have the receipts for this?

-For that? No idea where they ended up.
-Don't worry.

Beba, it's me. I'm coming in.

Hello, my dear. Come on in.

Oh! You're busy. How are you?

Look, I brought you
green tea from China Town.

-Wow! Yummy!

-Oh! Such pretty flowers.
-Jordi.

-I keep telling him not to spend

-any money, but he's impossible.
It's nothing, Auntie.

It's nothing. Thank you. Eliseo,
just the person I wanted to talk to.

-With me?
-Please, sit down.

Yes, sure.

Listen, Eliseo, I've noticed that my
aunt's affairs are disorganized.

The documents,
the bills are all a little...

You know how I am. I don't care much
about those things. I'm a total mess.

So, I'm trying to put all this in order.

-I think that's a very good idea.
-Yes, look, from now on,

I'll be taking care of everything.
Including collecting her pension.

Collecting her pension
is not a problem for me.

I gladly do it
because I'm fond of Beba.

I know that, my dear.
Jordi suggested it and...

I don't know, I thought it was a
good idea since he lives here.

-Of course.
-It's better that I take care of it.

-That sounds perfect.
It's the logical thing to do.

By all means.

So, we ask you to return
the power of attorney she gave you.

-The power of attorney?
Yes.

But before anything else,
we want to thank you, deeply,

for everything you've
done for Aunt Beba. Truly.

No, you don't have
to thank me. I actually do it...

because I consider Beba a friend.

-There's something else.
Yes.

We'll be changing the locks.

-It's not because of you, of course.
-Of course not.

We don't know how many people may have
a key to this apartment, you know?

-It's a security issue.
-God! If something happened, I'd die.

Well, I'm off. Please excuse me,
but I still have a lot of work to do.

Eliseo, why don't you take
a piece of the ricotta cake?

I just took it out of the oven.

-Jordi loves it.
-My stomach is a little unsettled, Beba.

No, thank you, really.
What I'm gonna do right now

is give you the key I have.

-I'll leave it with you now.
-Thank you.

My pleasure.
You two have a nice day.

-Bye.
-Likewise.

Let's go on.

There's something weird here.

THE BOSS

-Where's my girl? Very good.

-How are you, Doctor?
-This is my girlfriend Dorita.

-Is she a good cleaner?
-Just let me tell you one thing.

If she thinks she didn't do a
good job, she goes over it again.

-She's capable of self-criticism.

-See if you can find a girl who vacuums

twice over the same spot. It's impossible.
And you know which is the best part?

You don't have to pay insurance
or social security contributions,

and she won't take you to court.
No, seriously, the truth is they're great.

When these things
start taking over human jobs,

there won't be any legal actions.
You'll lose your livelihood.

Thanks for worrying, thank you very much
but I have my savings, right?

And when the prices on
these things go down,

before the lawyers suffer, the maids
and the superintendents

are the first ones
who will suffer.

That's true, very true.

But during all these years,
you must have saved some money.

You have almost no expenses.

No, I don't spend much. I'm all
by myself. I don't spend in clothes

and I don't self-indulge.
Let's say I'm austere.

-Sure, you can save a lot.
-For what it's worth, yes.

-Can I ask you something?
-Sure.

This might be a little invasive
and I'm sorry.

You don't have to answer
if you don't want to.

Just out of curiosity, how much
money have you got saved?

It won't seem like a lot to you.

-May I take a guess?
-Yes.

-50,000 dollars.
-No, a little bit more.

80,000? More?

-I have 525,400 dollars, Doctor.
-Son of a b*tch!

-How did you do it?

Well, working for 30 years
and saving 90 percent of my salary,

-plus some other gigs. You do the math.
-No, I totally believe you. Why not?

And you'll be getting your severance pay,
which is a shitload of dough.

What will you do with so much money?

I don't want to get my hopes up.
Until it's not officially confirmed,

I rather not get excited,
because I might incur in a large expense

and then be left out on a limb.
The frustration would be terrible.

-No, in this case it's a done deal.
-Just the same, allow me to be careful.

How much have you saved, doctor?

- Four million.
-Oh, great! Very good.

Fantastic. Congratulations, Doctor.

-Come on, sweetheart, inside.
- m*therf*cker.

Hello? Yes, yes. How are you? Everything
is perfect. Yes, I've got my ID card.

Of course I also have
a photocopy of her ID card, yes.

Needless to say, I also have a copy of
the deed. Don't worry. I'm on my way.

Who is it?
-Eliseo, the superintendent.

-Hello. How are you?
-Hi. I'm fine.

-I need some advice, Consuelo.
-Let's see. What about?

-You used to be a notary, weren't you?
-No, I am a notary.

-You never stop being a notary.
-Okay.

I have a friend, Berta,
who has no family. She's all by herself.

And, Consuelo, all of a sudden,
a nephew has shown up.

The guy lives in Estonia.

-Estonia?
-Yes.

Enrique.

Uh. His name is Jordan. It seems
it's a very common name in that country.

Anyway, he's now living with her.

He's started taking care
of some of my friend's personal things,

like collecting her pension for her,
her retirement money...

-You know what I think, Consuelo?
-What do you think? Tell me.

I think this kid is an impostor,

and that he's acting this way
to take the little money my friend has

as well as the apartment she lives in.
Can he do something like that?

I mean, my question is:
if someone is not a next of kin,

can they keep my friend's house?

-Look, Eliseo, I'll be honest with you.
-Yes.

A dirty notary can make your friend
sign a power of attorney or a will

and she'll never realize
what she's signing.

-But that's terrible.
-Yes, it is, but it happens.

A lot more often than you can imagine.

That stinks.

-Hey! Good evening. Coming from mass?
-Good evening, Eliseo.

Oh yes! It was so beautiful.
The San Román youth choir was singing.

Oh, how pretty. Sorry to have missed it.

-Maybe next time.
-Let's hope so.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Víctor, today there's some good stuff.
There's a toy karaoke mic

-that only needs new batteries.
-Thanks, Eliseo.

This is a neoprene wetsuit for surfing.

You just need to change the zipper.
As good as new.

Alright, all done? Good night, family.

-Bye.
-Bye, Víctor.

Well, Beba, here's
the power of attorney you asked for.

Oh! There was no need, Eliseo.

It's Jordi that's pressuring me.
He wants to have all my affairs in order.

Good for him. That's very good. You said
he's your cousin's son, didn't you?

Yes, Hilda, my first cousin. We were
like sisters, we grew up together.

But, oh, well...
life is like that, I don´t know.

-I know I can tell you about it.
-Let's hear it.

We had a fight over a boy.

-No.
-Yes.

And we stopped seeing each other.
Fifty years without any contact.

-No!
-Yes.

-How stupid! We were complete idiots.
-My God, 50 years.

No wonder you didn't know Jordi.

-I had no idea she had a son.
-Of course.

One day I got a call from
Barcelona and they tell me:

"Hello, Beba, I'm Jordi, Hilda's son.
Mom has just passed

and she asked me
to get in touch with you."

Unbelievable.

Soon after, he came to Argentina.
It's his mother's country.

-You must have been so happy.
-You can't imagine.

It's good you have someone to help you
and keep you company,

take care of your affairs
and those things. It's very good.

You know how I am with those things.

I don't understand anything.
I'm a total mess.

And you trust him.

-Of course, he's Hilda's son, my family.
-It's natural.

-What has he told you about his mother?
-She was in the hospital for six months.

-Six months?
-Six months. Ask Jordi.

He never left his mother's side
during all that time.

He slept on the floor, the poor thing.

-A saint.
-Yes, you can tell he's a good boy.

Yes, very good. Oh, look!
He sent me these pictures.

Her last days in the hospital,
so I can keep a good memory of her.

Don't we look alike?

-You look like twins.
-Yes.

-You're identical.
-Let's not exaggerate...

Yes! "Our Lady of Mercy."

It's the hospital.
Of course.

-It's a nice memory.
Yes, it sure is.

Yes, it is.

OUR LADY OF MERCY HOSPITAL

What are you doing here, Sergeant?

General, the lieutenant sent me.
You presence is needed at headquarters.

Where's that?

I'll come with you, General.
This way, please.

I was watching my soap opera
in my bedroom,

and I suddenly noticed he wasn't here.

"He's not here. How can this be?"
I asked myself.

-It's dangerous.
Of course it is.

Thank goodness
nothing bad happened, Consuelo.

Go rest now. Good night, General.

-Thank you so much
-No problem.

-Bye.
-Thank you, my dear.

My pleasure, Consuelo.

My pleasure, Consuelo.

Clinic. Good morning.
-Good morning.

I'd like some information
regarding a patient

who was hospitalized there on...

Please, hold on, sir.
I'll transfer the call to Information.

Fine. Thanks.

Information.

Yes, hello. I'm calling from Argentina.

How may I help you?
-I need some info regarding a patient

that was hospitalized there.
Her name is Hilda Forlán.

Just a second, please.

No, I don't have
any information on that patient.

Let me transfer you to Admissions.

Well, actually, no... Son of a b*tch.
They're bouncing me all over the place.

Admissions. How may I help you?

-Let's see. Good morning, Admissions.
-Good morning.

-I need some information...
-Yes.

...on a patient that was hospitalized
with you. Her name is Hilda Forlán.

I don't know, maybe I could talk
with someone who treated her,

-a nurse or...
-Let's see.

One second.
I'll transfer you to the nurse station.

Please hold on the line, don't hang up.

No, well... By God!
It's impossible to talk to someone.

-Nurse station, good morning.
-Yes, nurse station, listen,

I'm trying to get some information

on a patient who was hospitalized there
some time ago. Her name is Hilda Forlán.

-Hilda, yes, yes.
-What? Do you know her?

Yes, Hilda was in my wing,
may she rest in peace.

-And you are...?
Well ...

I don't know how to tell
you this, but Hilda was...

She was the love of my life.

I was always in love with her,
but I never,

ever had the courage to tell her.
I regret it every day.

Then we lost track of each other,
we both went...

our own ways.
Until I learned she had passed away.

That's a great story.
But, how can I help you?

You may think I sound a little corny,

but I'd like to know if she ever
mentioned me, if she remembered me.

To tell you the truth,
I didn't speak much with her. I'm sorry.

Ah, well, never mind.
At least she wasn't alone, right?

I know her son Jordi
was always at her side.

Son?

What son? As far as I know,
Hilda didn't have any children.

She was all by herself, the poor thing.
She didn't have anyone.

The only person who spent
most of his time with her

-and probably knows about Hilda is Ariel.
-Ariel?

Yes, an Argentinian male nurse who used to
spend a lot of time speaking with Hilda.

But he hasn't been here for more
than a month. He simply disappeared.

Ah, well... I won't take more of your
time, ma'am. Thank you so much,

you've been very kind. And you have...
You have a good day. Goodbye.

Ah, Ariel.

Arielito.

Eliseo, how are you?

Bebita, I've brought you the newspaper
with some very good news.

Thank you, my dear.
Would you like something to drink?

-Fine, some tea, please.
-Sit down.

Do you want something to drink?

-No, Auntie. Thanks.
-I'll get it right away.

Ariel.

What are you saying, man?

Nothing. The charade about
being Spanish is over.

We're all adults.
Now we'll tell Bebita what your name is.

-Sweetie...
-Here's your tea.

-Thanks.
-Do you have any lemon, darling?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

You don't look like an Ariel,
but you don't look like a Jordi either.

Don't be a smart-a*s with me.

Oh, they use
that kind of language in Spain?

Or is the Spaniard inside you
fading away now?

-Don't be a dickhead.
-Oh! Thank God, the Spaniard is back.

Now I can feel at ease.
Do you think I am an idiot?

-You don't know what you're saying.
-Stop the farce. Please.

Here's the lemon for you.
-So nice!

Do you have any honey?
I'm such an scrounger today.

-I think I do. Let me go get it for you.
-Go ahead, dear. Go.

Ariel, you old dog,
you're just unbelievable.

Your case must be a miracle,
something extraordinary.

Being the son of a woman
that never had any children

must be a unique experience.
Something out of this world.

Don't you dare offend my mother.
I'm gonna knock you flat on your back.

Don't raise your voice.
Beba is gonna find out

that she's been sold a Jordi
but she's ended up with an Ariel.

-I couldn't find it.
- Don't you want anything?

-Um. Fine, Auntie. Coffee will do.
-Coffee.

Fine, man. sh*t.

-Wouldn't you rather we took this outside?
-You want to talk with me?

Yes, I want to talk outside.
You don't know me.

I know perfectly well who you are.

You're the nurse that was
tending to a dying woman.

You coaxed her into telling you about her
cousin and you came here to scam her.

You're now getting a power of attorney

with a dirty notary in order to keep
all of Beba's belongings.

And you still want more.

You want to make her sign a will so you
can keep her only apartment, her home.

-You're a filthy rat.
-You're wrong, so very wrong.

You wanted to scam a poor old lady,
but you won't be able to do it.

Your coffee.
-Ah, thank you, Auntie.

-Boy! I'm so tired.

You know, Beba,
I just got a call from 6B.

They seem unable to turn on
the water heater.

They're useless.
I gotta go help them. I have to run.

-Aw, your visits are always so short!
-But don't worry.

Look what you have here,
the beautiful Jordi.

-Let's go, Jordi, come on.
-Bye, my dear.

-Thank you, Auntie.
You're welcome, sweetheart.

sh*t, man. Alright. f*ck.

No.

Calm down, Beba.

I woke up and he was gone.
He took all his clothes, all his stuff.

I've tried calling him...
but his phone is turned off.

Don't worry. Something must have come up
and he didn't want to bother you.

-He'll turn up.
-I don't know.

Besides, he...
He took money from my wallet.

-I'm so upset.
-No. You know what probably happened?

Bebita, he has euros.
Maybe he needed pesos

and took money from your wallet,
but he'll get it back to you, for sure.

I'm so stupid...

Why didn't I see he was lying to me?
No, this is not possible.

-What are you talking about?
-Yes.

He pretended to be the caring nephew,
that he liked being here,

when the only thing he wanted
was to not spend money on a hotel room.

-What are you saying, Beba?
-That's what it was.

So, so stupid. How could I think
he wanted to be with me?

That a young man could have fun
with a senile old lady like me?

-Don't you see it?
-I don't agree with you, Beba.

-It's the truth.
-I'll explain why.

Look, I'm a young man and I have fun
with a senile old lady like you, Beba.

What? You, a young man?
Get outta here.

Well...

Throw down the keys!

What's up, Augusto?
-Hey! Hi, Eliseo.

Are you crazy? Come on in,
but keep it quiet, okay? Come on.

No shouting in the halls
or anything like that.

What's the matter?

-It's me, Augusto.
-Ah! What's up, Eliseo? All good?

Listen, you can't
throw down the keys like that.

You must come down for a second
and open the door.

It's okay. You know me, Eliseo.

What do you mean it's okay?
You could k*ll someone.

-And one other thing, Augusto.
-Yes?

The neighbors have been complaining

that you guys make a racket every day.
Please, turn it down a couple of notches.

-Okay, okay. Sorry.
-Fine. Okay.

ARIEL - WATCH OUT

-Hello my dear Bebita, how are you today?
-I got a letter from Jordi.

Seriously?

"I want to apologize, Auntie,
for taking off like that.

I'm sending you the money
I borrowed from you.

I hope that now
my debt with you is settled.

I have returned to Barcelona.
I couldn't bear it.

Just looking at you reminded me of Mom,
and that memory tortures me."

And it goes on and on.
I'll bore you. Here, you read it.

-Well I like that at least he apologized.
-Yeah, but I'm still pissed.

-I don't know if I'll answer him or not.
-You must. Why shouldn't you?

The whole thing will choke you.
Answer him and get it off your chest.

You had a fight with his mother.
Are you also going to fight with him?

You're right, you're very right.
And you're never right.

I'm always right, Beba.

-What?
- I said I'm always right.

You're such an idiot.

I love you so much, Beba!
I love you so much!

Dear Jordi...

I was very happy to get your letter.

Hi, Thiago. Any news on Camila?

-Zilch.
-Don't worry, I'll think of something.

Don't get mad at me.

Hi.
Hey.

-Hey, Bebita. Where are you going?
Hello.

-To the post office, to mail a letter.
-Good.

-Excellent. I'm glad you decided to do it.
-Yes, me too.

Why go out in this cold?
Do you want me to mail it for you?

No, there's no need. I can go.

-It's no trouble, darling. Give it to me.
-Really?

-This is a relief.
-Sure. I've got nothing to do.

-This is perfect.
-You can later tell me much I owe you.

-Bake a pie for me and that's it.
-Really?

-But make it a quince pie, okay?
-No, no quince.

-I'll use sweet potatoes.
-Sweet potatoes are just fine. Good.

Dear Auntie...

It was a pleasure
hearing from you so soon.

Here in Barcelona, not a day
goes by that I don't remember you.

THE BOSS