02x06 - Episode 6

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See? Awesome.

See what that place is?

That's the venue.

I'd love it if both of you could
go, but it can only be one.

So the best thing we can do
is let the audience choose.

Okay. Congratulations,
Seba. You won. It's settled.

Enjoy.

People like you better.

No, what people? Which people?

- The people.
- I don't agree, León.

Seba's old crowd doesn't
use social media.

What I want, please,

is for you to do some videos
asking people to vote.

If I win,

I'll be very happy.
It'll be an honor for me

to represent the station.
But if you win, Seba,

I'll be happy too.

I mean,

I just started. I'm young.

You? It may be your last big...

No, wait. Eva.

What's wrong, Seba?

Are you sure we can't both go?

How do I seem to you?

Sure or unsure?

Sure.

Then why do you ask?

She's right.

A NETFLIX SERIES

ATLANTA SPORTS CLUB

CLINIC

ON AIR

Let's organize the issues
that worry you, Seba.

PARTY OF 3

One, the trip to New York.

I realized I want to go.

Going to New York,
representing Argentine radio,

doing my monologue, is my dream.

Tell me what worries you.

The poll, León beating me,
people liking him better.

Easy. We'll buy votes.

No, what are you saying?

Everyone does it. Politicians,
companies, brands, celebrities.

- No. The word "celebrity" is stupid.
- You're not a celebrity.

Besides, it's no big deal,
tampering a bit with the poll.

- I couldn't sleep with a clear conscience.
- Troubled conscience, but in New York.

- Okay?
- No.

Second issue that
upsets you, Pilar.

I could've slept with her
but didn't. I hate myself.

You always hate yourself.

My brother goes, "Spend
the night together."

And I froze.

With a stupid look like
yours. I couldn't do it.

She was expecting
me to come through.

I didn't. So she didn't
do anything either.

I don't think so.

You don't stand a chance,
so don't t*rture yourself.

Third issue, your
brother's bachelor party.

Right. He wants me to
throw him a bachelor party.

We're old. I don't have time,
can't think of anything.

Hey, we could ask the
audience to give us ideas.

- No.
- Why not?

We have no content. They could
give us a "helping hand."

We're not doing it.

And don't ever say
"helping hand" again.

Fourth and last
issue, recorded show.

I told Eva, "He's getting married
in Uruguay. Let's record it."

She said, "Okay, but not the
Best of the Year segment."

- Why not?
- Because we have nothing worth using.

- What would the best of the year be?
- No, there's nothing.

I know. We'll start with…

Then you say why you
deserve to go to New York.

- It stinks.
- I know.

A show with your brother.
Talk about your childhood.

I don't think so.

I know. We'll interview your mom,
ask her how hard it was to raise you.

Or your mom. You never wanna
talk about your family.

- For those listening…
- I know.

Stop saying, "I
know." Please, Shade.

Yes, all right. I have
nothing to say anyway.

I should represent
Argentine radio in New York.

The Urban Lion, The Urban Lion.

Hi, I'm León Levy.

I have a dream.

I want to represent
Argentine radio in New York.

Do I deserve it? I think I do.

I started from the bottom. I've done
all sorts of things on the radio

to reach this moment.

And I owe it to you.

You who have come
with me this far.

And you know what?

I feel that if I go to New
York, you'll somehow go with me.

I'll travel alone, but
you'll come with me.

Vote for me.

#ALionlnNewYork.

You know, vote for me.

I'm Sebastián. You know me.
You've heard me over the years.

I was with you through
your whole life,

and you were with
me through mine.

Radio is always there. Now
I want to be in New York,

representing all Argentines, and
representing our national radio.

Vote for me.

I'm sorry. I'm not
voting for him.

Your dad ghosted my mom.

What's ghosting?

- You don't know what ghosting is, Facu?
- No.

When you're with someone and
disappear out of the blue.

That's what your
dad did to my mom.

- So I'm not voting for him.
- Okay.

I get you, Lu.

I'm voting for him anyway.

I don't wanna vote
for Sebastián the man,

but I'll vote for
Seba the father.

I understand, Fran.

Can you believe his brother isn't
inviting their mom to his wedding?

That's so weird.

Frankly, I don't understand.

His brother is just like Sebastián,
but exactly the opposite.

- He's free, straightforward, confident.
- Yeah.

He's a musician. We've written
a lot of songs, jingles.

You're not falling for
Sebastián's brother, are you?

No.

Besides, he's getting married.

- What does that have to do with it?
- You're right.

When I met your dad,

he was with his brother.

Both of them were so handsome.

Luckily,

your uncle became a priest.

I didn't have to choose.

I didn't know you met Uncle
Roque before he was a priest.

You didn't know?
I never told you?

- Did it turn you on? That he was a priest?
- Pilar, please.

Well, celibacy, the
cassock, the host.

Pilar, stop it.

Speaking of priests,
what happened to Jesús?

He was k*lled, he was resurrected,
multiplied the bread and the wine…

An intense life.

Jesús Rocha, what happened?

- What do you want to know?
- Everything.

I think it's silly and a bit
n*zi keeping me blindfolded.

Though I appreciate you
throwing me a bachelor party.

- Take it off on three.
- Okay.

One, two, three.

- No.
- Yes!

- No.
- Yes!

Come.

Come, Mom, come!

Come!

Okay, truth is, I thought
I'd die before eating

schnitzel and fries
with you guys.

You always thought
you'd die, Mom.

When you're a pessimist,
you're surprised to be alive.

Remember how we felt

at your dad's funeral?

Well, now we're here together,

at my brother's bachelor
party, at the Atlanta Club.

What else can we ask for?

How are you?

- Happy, very happy.
- Good.

I meant with Dad's death.

What?

- It's nothing. Drop it.
- No, I wanna know how she's doing.

Frankly, I confess,

I'm fine. I'm okay. I don't
have to figure out dinner.

No one bothers me.

Excellent.

Excellent? First, she's
concealing the pain.

- She's denying her grief.
- No.

She talks about Dad
like he was a bother.

That's how she feels. Your
grieving is different.

Enough, guys. Don't
argue over such nonsense.

- But...
- What's going on?

- He took a fry.
- That's not true.

Say something. He took
a... You're so childish.

You're childish. Stop
it. He took a fry.

Yay! I have the guests
for the recorded show.

Yes, sir.

I don't know how you
act happy all the time.

Don't you have other joys?

- Yes.
- You show your surface.

But we know nothing
about your life.

What's wrong, Felipe?

Shade, I don't even
know your name.

- Héctor.
- Come on.

Héctor. My name is Héctor.

Your…

Use Héctor.

I'll k*ll you.

- There?
- No, there. Come on.

- Okay, there.
- There it is.

I'm just saying,

if he wins and goes, what will you do
about the kids? About the delivery?

How will you manage?

My mother-in-law and
you will help me.

It's time to get close
to your grand kids.

No, your kids love their
other grandma more.

Their other grandma
won them over.

There's always a w*r
between grandmas.

Silent, subtle, restrained.

You gave up without a fight.

Now you have to counterattack.

I had two bachelorette parties.

- Really?
- One thrown by the girls.

And some guys were there.

Back then, what we
did was go bowling.

For a neighborhood girl
like me, it was nice.

Great.

It was a blast back then.

So we'd dance and drink alcohol.

Dancing the twist was
the thing back then.

Like this.

It was wonderful.

And then your dad's
bachelor party.

He had these two
friends, lazy old bums.

They didn't have an
ounce of creativity.

They owned a hardware store.

Know what they named it?

Mario and Alberto.

Mario and Alberto, yes.

Everyone knew that, while
I danced my stupid a*s off,

your father

was enjoying

two hometown wh*res they hired

for him to have his way with
that night. Think that's right?

Embarrassing.

The next day, in
the neighborhood,

they started gossiping about
things that I didn't like at all.

I got so angry.

I said, "I'll confront
those assholes."

I went to the hardware
store, furious.

There was a knife this
big, and I grabbed it.

First, I put the knife
to Mario's throat.

- No.
- No!

- "Take your clothes off," I told him.
- No.

"Take all your clothes off."

Then I grabbed the other
guy and put the knife

straight to his heart.

And told him, "Take it all off."

I left them both stark naked.

I grabbed all their
clothes, walked to the door,

and I stood there thinking,
"How was this possible?"

Who offered

your dad

this deal?

- Those two.
- And who accepted?

- Dad.
- Dad.

So I asked them if
they had what it took

to be with a girl like me.

I took all my clothes off.

And then?

We stood completely naked.

Are you serious?

I think it's excellent.

What do you think is excellent?

What she did.

She did it with Dad's
two best friends.

Dad can be with two girls and
she can't be with two guys?

Yeah, but both girls
weren't Mom's friends.

- So?
- "So" what?

We went on vacation for
years with their families.

You had been with them.

All of us at the beach.

Well, it was only once.

It was my revenge.

You've never had a
threesome, have you?

No.

- Ever?
- I just said no.

What, should I be embarrassed?

What worries me is if
Dad found out about it.

- That you never had a threesome?
- No.

That she did it
with his friends.

Yes, he found out.

- How did he find out?
- Good!

Before he died, I told him.

- That's what k*lled him.
- Good!

No.

I didn't want him dying

not knowing the truth
about what happened.

I've had lots of threesomes.

We shouldn't reveal
sexual secrets to family.

- Doesn't the family have sex?
- Don't be such a prude.

You did the premature
ejaculation ad.

- That's embarrassing.
- Well.

- Shall we toast?
- Okay.

- Let's toast.
- Yes.

To this special evening.
To my brother's marriage.

- Come on.
- To your son.

To eating schnitzel at
the Atlanta Sports Club.

- Cheers!
- To me winning the poll.

- Cheers.
- Sure.

- To our mom.
- Yes, sir.

- And to our dad.
- Yes, sir.

- And to Mario and Alberto.
- Are they alive?

No, they went straight to hell.
I'll be joining them, too, no doubt.

Don't let Dad see you.

No, not Dad.

Dad is in heaven.

The foundation I hope to visit
in New York, thanks to you,

is Woof Without Roof, for
dogs in need of a home.

A lovely mission.

We'll be right back,
folks. Stay tuned.

- Listen.
- It'll be on in a minute.

Play another song.

Listen, take them off.

Is your offer still on?

I just need your okay.

Okay.

Ready.

I've added 3,000 votes.

Well done, man, way to go.

It'll be charged to your card.

Perfect.

Is this corruption to you?

Corruption is not letting
yourself be happy.

I love it.

How many times have
you been to New York?

Two.

That's huge. You know it well.

Yeah, but it's a city that
changes a lot. It's very big.

So if you go now, if you win,
it would be your third time?

Third.

Wow. That's a lot.

I don't know, it's
still early. We'll see.

- Early.
- Yeah.

My friends, I leave
you with Sebastián.

Have a beautiful afternoon.
See you next time.

- Bye.
- Good luck, León.

I'll call you if I need you.

No, León provoked him.

He says on air he's gone
twice. That drags him down.

It drags him down. If he's gone
twice, why send him a third time?

He's so stupid. Is
your offer still on?

He doesn't want to buy
votes, so pigheaded.

Plus, he'll be in a village
in Uruguay. He'll be offline.

He's screwed, man.

Okay, Héctor.

Don't ever call me Héctor again,
please. Tell me how it works.

You tell me how much I
can charge to your card.

I tell you how many
votes it's worth.

I can't guarantee he'll win,
only that it adds votes.

What a nice show
this early evening.

So thankful to the audience

that joins us, follows
us, calls us, writes.

Thanks. Till tomorrow, I send
you a hug from a distance. Bye.

- Can we talk a minute, Sebita?
- No.

And don't eat my
food. I mean it.

- Don't eat my food.
- Ready to record?

I don't feel like recording.

You're down in the
poll. León's winning.

You seem happy about it.

No, I'm telling you
so we take action.

I don't know what to do.

- Let's buy votes.
- What?

Let's buy votes.

Enough with that. I said no.

I don't want to buy votes.
I want it to be clean.

You know, I admire your dignity.

- Really?
- No, it's a drag. The guests are here.

- Give me five minutes.
- Girls.

Number one on the radio.

What a show!

- Hi.
- Hello.

Ana, how are you?

- Tamara, all good?
- How are you?

We shared a cab on our way
here. Now we're friends.

- Close friends.
- Good.

Welcome. Sit.

Thanks for coming. Have a seat.

Are we ready to record? What's
wrong? Tell me. I'm listening.

Okay, coming.

I'll be right back. Don't go.

Where would you go, right?

No.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- I forgot you were recording.

I told you.

I was close by, thought
we could have lunch.

Yeah. Where are the kids?

At Mom's.

- That's a shame.
- Who are the guests?

What?

Wasn't the Orthodox
your girlfriend?

No. I never stood
a chance with her.

- Maybe it's your lucky day. I'm off.
- No, Pilar. Why don't you stay?

Half an hour.

This is Eva, the
station's CEO. Pilar is…

- It's a pleasure.
- …my kid's mom.

You have a lovely
voice. I heard you sing.

I asked his brother to record some
jingles for the radio station.

Yeah, thanks.

Nothing to thank me for.

How's pregnancy going?

Fine, it's almost full term.

Well, I'll go take a
walk. I'll let you work.

- Aren't you staying?
- No.

- Half an hour.
- No.

- I'll take a walk, thanks.
- Yes.

She'll take a walk.

- She's really cute.
- Isn't she?

I had a girlfriend
that looked like her.

- We broke up too.
- Really?

- Seba.
- Yes?

I need cash to buy
the guests food.

Don't you have any cash?

I do, but I'd
rather spend yours.

Take it.

Today's show will
be so eclectic.

Yeah. Good, right?

- Let's see what the sponsors say.
- It'll be all right.

Do you want to go or not?

- To New York?
- Yes.

- No, I do want to go.
- No?

Yes?

I want to go.

Otherwise, I'll call
it off and send León.

No. I want to go.

Sometimes it seems you
couldn't care less.

First thing Tamara
and I have in common.

We both saw your
premature ejaculation ad.

Okay, I like that.

- Anything else you have in common?
- We're both believers.

We both have to look
good when we go out.

Write it down,


And the security code is 941.

When I told my family I'd become
Orthodox, it was a tragedy.

Literally.

People are afraid
of what's different.

Yeah. My journey was the opposite,
but the reaction was the same.

I come from a super religious family.
And when I told them I'm a prost*tute,

their whole world collapsed.
I didn't actually tell them.

They found out when my
little brother's friend

asked him how much I charge.

Terrible.

Ana and Tamara, the prost*tute and
the Orthodox woman, duty and sin.

Which side is God on?

Thanks for being
with us once more

and on such a special
show. See you next time.

Awesome!

- Good.
- It was really good.

I loved it. I want to work here.

So do I.

You'd earn more at your
job, I'm telling you.

- Well, thanks, girls. I'll be right back.
- Thank you.

Besides, it seems
you'd f*ck less.

What's up?

Who's leading the poll?

Sebituli. This show
sure made a difference.

This show hasn't been
aired. It's recorded.

You're leading the poll. As
Perón said, "Votes are votes."

Perón didn't say that.

Wanna do a video
calling for votes?

We'll talk about that later.

Should I call Pilar and
take her out to dinner?

We'll talk about that later. There's
a surprise for you at the door.

- What surprise?
- It's a surprise.

- Pilar's back.
- Yes.

- Really?
- No, I'm messing with you.

Stop saying "yes" just to
say, "I'm messing with you."

- Stop it.
- Shall we? Tell the girls.

It came with a card.

"Dear Sebastián,

we've been listening
to you for years."

- "And we thought you deserve…"
- Read it properly.

"…an SUV you can get
in from the front,

for you to use
anytime you need."

- "Enjoy it, dude."
- An SUV?

I added the "dude" part.

- What?
- The keys to an SUV…

- We should work here.
- I'd go crazy.

Unbelievable.

Look.

- Oh no.
- Look.

- Look.
- Yeah, I see.

Look.

- I can't believe it.
- Let's go for a ride.

- Right?
- And you don't believe in God?

- Shall we?
- I'm on my bike.

- Felipe?
- Not interested.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

- Are you coming? Come on.
- I should, right?

Wow!

Where should we go?

Where?

I can't imagine you
dressed like me.

- You can't?
- No.

- I dressed like you.
- I can't believe it.

- Yes.
- I'd love to see you.

Have you tried this?

- What is it?
- Try it. It's a kosher drink.

- Kosher drink?
- Yes, keep it. I have another one.

All right.

- Seba, you haven't tried this.
- No.

- Try it.
- Should I try it?

- It's good.
- Two flasks?

It's strong, yes.

- Easy on it, 'cause I…
- Yes.

- Years of drinking it.
- Right.

- Are you having a good time?
- Great.

I was about to bring some wine.

Yes, totally. It's always
good. We can toast.

- Should I bring some wine?
- Yes.

- Go on.
- Bring it.

Wait. I need to know something…

- Should we help him?
- Do you need help?

No, you're the guests. Enjoy
life. We only have one.

I'm fascinated with you.

In fact, I used to have a
pair of boots just like those.

- You're kidding.
- No, really. They were burgundy.

- I bought them in Once.
- Really? They're awesome.

Well, I bought this in Once too.

We have lots of
things in common.

- I'd love to dress like that.
- Me too.

- Let's swap clothes.
- Right now?

- Nice game.
- Yes.

- Your skirt won't fit me.
- Really?

- It'll be a bit large for me.
- Yeah.

It'll look good on you.

- I'm loving this.
- Wine.

Cheers.

- To you.
- To you.

I have a phobia. I
just can't open wine.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Give it. I'll open it.
- Great.

- Did you talk about it in therapy?
- No, my shrink died.

- Poor thing.
- Yeah.

- Poor you.
- I know.

- Terrible.
- Yeah, it was a while ago, but he died.

- Right.
- Okay now.

- Glasses?
- Three.

- Three.
- We'll toast.

Yes.

- He's nervous.
- Yes.

I like your house, Seba.

- It's lovely.
- Thanks.

- I missed this. I'd forgotten.
- Yes?

Glasses.

- Nice glasses.
- Thanks.

Thanks.

I turned around

and couldn't help seeing
the situation going on.

So I was wondering,

I'd like to ask you,
with your consent,

if I can take part
in that situation.

It's fine by me.

I'm charging 300
dollars for threesomes.

Dollars?

Dollars.

I'm buying. Don't
worry about it.

You'll have a threesome. Like
your dad, mom, and brother.

You deserve it.
You're a good guy.

You have good feelings.
You pay your taxes.

You support legal,
safe, and free ab*rtion.

You support marriage equality.

You believe marijuana
should be legal,

that democracy, even with its
flaws, is still the best system.

You have good values. You're
having a threesome. Enjoy it.

Happy Happy. Get to it.

- Okay.
- Or in a robe.

- Not me.
- Oh, okay.

One hundred.

A hundred.

Two hundred.

Three hundred, and
you can keep the clip.

Thanks.

Okay, now what?

How does it start? How…

Come, sit.

I'll sit.

Are you nervous?

No. All I ask for is respect.

IN MEMORY OF HUGO ARANA