02x07 - Episode 7

[bunniefuu]

Look.

Here.

The boy has your little ears.

Let's see.

The girl doesn't.

She has a big, round head, but…

The body doesn't matter.

It is the soul that matters.

I love how it looks.

I just love it. It's
going very well.

Here.

In case you need more.

Thanks.

I can't believe I'll
be giving birth soon.

- Frankly, I feel very well.
- That's great.

From now on,

you must come see
me every other day.

- Understand?
- All right.

And if you need anything,

if you have any questions,

call me.

- Okay?
- Right.

I'm not the kind of
person that says, "Look,

I don't listen to voice messages
more than 20 seconds long."

What's wrong with you?

Why can't people devote 20 seconds
of their life to their fellow man?

Please.

You can always call me. Always.

Because I love my
practice, you know?

I've devoted my
life to my practice.

Was it worth it? I don't know.

What I do know is that
it came from my heart.

You know?

A NETFLIX SERIES

ATLANTA SPORTS CLUB

CLINIC

ON AIR

A RIVER DIVIDES US

Is that my brother?

Great, huh?

- How great.
- Hello.

- This is great. At last we meet.
- At last.

No, come, a hug.

- This is nice.
- Good.

- Gastón has spoken so much about you.
- About you too, sister!

Not your sister, no.

This is Celeste, a friend.

I'm marrying Bárbara.

- She's inside, taking a nap.
- Okay.

- He looks younger on-screen.
- Really?

He showed me your
premature ejaculation ad.

Good, isn't it?

Take Happy Happy,
last till the end!

- It's good.
- It is.

All right, man. I'll tell
Barbi you're here, so…

Great.

Take Happy Happy.

Last till the end!

I didn't know you bought an SUV.

I didn't. They gave it to me.

- Who?
- The car company.

Why?

- Why is she topless?
- What?

Why is she topless?

What?

I'm so glad you came.

You know I wanted to come.

No, I didn't know.

- Neither did I.
- See?

On the way here, I thought, "To
think he didn't come to my wedding."

- Luckily, no hard feelings. So I came.
- Yes.

Luckily, no grudge,
and you have an SUV.

- The SUV is great.
- It's great.

Does driving it make you feel
like you have a big p*nis?

No.

I feel others think it's small,

and because I have a complex, I
need to drive a car like this.

Small p*nis and
premature ejaculator.

- But what an SUV!
- What an SUV.

I want to do that jingle.

A small, small p*nis.

And a premature ejaculator.

But what a stylish car.

Oh, how lucky you are…

Come on.

A small, small p*nis.

And a premature ejaculator.

But what a stylish car.

Oh, how lucky you are.

I can't believe it.

Barbi is locked
inside the bathroom.

It's your fault. You keep
telling me to lock it.

If you don't, it won't close.

Okay, now it won't open, moron.

- Don't insult me. My brother's here.
- Hi.

What the f*ck do I care?

I'm locked up in
here because of you.

- It's not my fault, Barbarella.
- Don't call me Barbarella.

I've told you a thousand
times the lock needs fixing.

You couldn't care less.

We'll fix it, Barbecue, relax.

Don't call me that.

And don't tell me to
relax when I'm nervous.

All right.

- Tried opening it?
- Yes, it won't…

With the tweezers,
a coin, a key.

- And you couldn't?
- What do you think, genius?

- Could she or couldn't she?
- Fine, stop insulting me.

She's right. She obviously couldn't.
Otherwise, the door would be open.

- Let me try.
- Okay, here.

See for yourself.

- Wow, they'll be married in five hours.
- Five hours?

I'm having second thoughts
about getting married.

We are getting married, darling.

Yuck! Don't be cheesy. It
makes me even more hesitant.

- Is there another bathroom?
- No.

Keep trying.

Yes.

- Do you really have to go?
- No, I can wait.

- Number one or number two?
- Number one.

Stop looking at my t*ts.

I'm not looking at you.

You are looking at my t*ts.

They're in my visual field.

I'm not looking at them, but
rather at the whole picture.

How would you feel if I was
looking at your package?

- Sorry.
- The premature package.

I couldn't.

We should call a locksmith.

Hey, can't your brother try?

No, he'd be useless.

- Come, step inside.
- Yes, Mom.

Girlfriend! You look beautiful!

"Despite our fights

and our differences,

you're what matters
the most to me,

"and the best thing
I've ever done."

"All I can do is say thank you

for you'll soon make me
a grandma once again."

That's all. I
won't say any more.

Thank you.

There's no point.

There's no point. People
are old-fashioned.

They want what's familiar,
not something new.

For someone new, you're
doing quite well.

You still have a chance.

Should I buy more votes?

I can't decide for
you. It's your choice.

How many should I buy?

At least 5,000.

- I'll play the song.
- Okay.

Let's do it.

Buy me 5,000.

Okay.

RUBEN - LOCKSMITH

Hi, is anybody there?

We need to open a door.

Hello.

Someone's locked up.

Let's clap.

No.

- Let's go.
- Yes, who is it?

- Hi, how are you?
- Hello.

My woman is locked up in the
bathroom, and we can't open the door.

Okay, is it far from here?

Five blocks.

I can go, but later.
I'm swamped right now.

I need you now. I'm getting
married in four hours.

So you're the groom?

If I can get my woman out of
the bathroom. Otherwise, no.

- Can you come?
- Yes, but later.

I'm swamped, in case
you didn't hear me.

Hi, sir. I'm the
gentleman's brother.

Maybe you could come

and we'll pay you a little
bit more than your usual fee.

You show your true colors.

Typical Argentinean.

You think money
solves everything.

I'm not your sl*ve, brother.

Okay.

I'm Argentinean, too, and didn't
say anything. Is that typical too?

What's typical?
Let's clarify that.

So you're funny?

Come on. Just come with us
and fix the door. That's all.

What if I don't
want to, or can't,

or are you going to
force me to work?

Life is not all
about work, you know?

We are just asking you to
open a door. Nothing else.

If it's easy, you do it.

No, I didn't say it was easy.

Okay, wait. Man,

come to our place, do the job,
we pay you, and that's it.

Let's not complicate it.

The more you insist,
the less I will go.

Man.

Who do you think I am?

Who the f*ck do
you think you are?

- What's with you?
- Wait.

- What's with you, f*cking dwarfs?
- Who's a f*cking dwarf?

Haven't punched anyone in


Do it, f*ck.

What are you going
to hit? The jackpot?

- Let's hit the road.
- Let's do it. Come on.

- Wait!
- Hold on!

Run!

Today's show is here,
Felipe. Can I go?

It's up to you.

I've never left before.
It's prerecorded.

Have you checked the
poll? León's winning now.

No.

Holy crap, Seba is so hopeful.

- The show's on.
- Should I buy more votes?

I can't decide for
you. It's your choice.

How many should I buy?

At least 5,000.

Fine, do it. Write down
Seba's card number.

- Buy 5,000.
- Okay.

You're a good man, dude.

Wait.

What?

- Look where we are.
- What?

- Could it be?
- It is.

- Hello.
- Hi, how are you?

- How can I help you?
- We're looking for a locksmith.

But not the one two
blocks away, another one.

No, he's the only one around.

- What do you need?
- A locksmith.

And a bathroom.

My brother is pissing his pants.

Okay, you can come in.

Thank you so much.

- It's fine by me.
- You can go in.

- Thank God.
- Come on in.

- And the horse?
- He's tame, don't worry.

He's tame? I thought
it was a horse.

- Go ahead.
- Hi, my friend.

Thank you.

Did you make that
pile over there?

We spent three
summers in this house.

Really? When?

It was ages ago. We were little.

It hasn't changed.

- So rustic, so nice.
- Yes, it's beautiful.

- You're okay?
- Yes, fine.

Remember?

We slept here, in
the living room.

Look at that, so many
memories. So nice.

- Can we go to the garden?
- We've got to go.

Two minutes.

Please, go ahead. I'll open up.
What do you need a locksmith for?

My woman locked herself in.
We're getting married today.

- You're the groom?
- Yes.

Do you want to come?

All right, yes. I do.

Good.

Perfect for a wedding. "I do."

Hey, do you want to
officiate my wedding?

Yeah, sure.

I'd love to.

I have a judge!

- Wait, what's your name?
- Perla.

Perla, are you a judge?

I'm a landscapist.

- I'll marry you.
- Perfect.

- Come to the garden.
- You wanna have a legal marriage?

I'm getting married,
at the beach.

- But you want a legal marriage?
- At the beach.

I'll give a beautiful speech.

Of course, beauti...

What a lovely backyard.

Lovely.

Look, there we are.

Come on, stupid, focus.

f*cking sh*t, can't I
have a moment of peace?

Seba threw it.

Tattletale, liar. It was you.

Don't bother helping,
I can manage on my own.

- Need help, Mom?
- Too late.

Too late, moron.

- I forgot the salt. Who'll go?
- Seba.

No, it's your turn.
It's your turn, Gastón.

Gastón, your turn.

Don't fight over
who gets the salt.

Look at Dad.

There were two bad words for Dad when
we were on vacation. "Swimming pool."

Not even an above-ground pool.
It would be too pretentious.

"The beach is right there.
You don't need a pool."

"Why else would we
rent nearby? Why?"

And he'd remind us every day,
"Enjoy. Enjoy your vacations,

enjoy this house, the beach."

"There are kids who have
no vacations, no beach."

"There are kids
starving as we speak,

while you're on
vacation. So, enjoy."

Those seven blocks were hell.

Mario and Alberto rented
two blocks from the beach.

And with a pool.

This will surely open that door.

Wonderful!

One, two, three!

- What's up?
- I busted my arm.

Is it me or is your
woman pregnant?

Both.

- She's pregnant.
- You think?

Weren't you gonna tell me?

Yes, I guess I was.

- Don't you think it's important?
- Yes.

Telling you, no, but
her being pregnant, yes.

Can't you see this
news isn't only yours?

It affects the entire family.

You're going to be a father.
Mom will be a grandma again.

My children will have a
cousin. I'll be an uncle.

- That's where this is going.
- Yes.

The baby isn't mine.

- What do you mean it isn't yours?
- It isn't mine.

Who knocked her up?

Rocha.

Rocha!

"I'm Rocha, the
serial impregnator."

Rocha, gotcha! Rocha, gotcha!

You believe anything.

When I married Sebastián, Cata
was the first to say to me,

"What are you doing
with that bum?"

I can confirm that a childhood
friend is a friend for life.

Thanks.

Uncle.

I confess I was always embarrassed
that my uncle was a priest.

I'd say you were on a
trip or didn't exist.

And today,

I regret it, because I'm
sure it would've given me

many topics of conversation.

I missed, I'm sure,
lots of great talks,

and there's many questions

I have to ask you. Why did
you decide to be a priest?

Why'd you stop liking my mom when
she started dating your brother?

Pilar, please, what
are you saying?

Well.

I can't remember either.

Thank goodness.

- Let people go first.
- I did.

- You should be polite.
- I let them go first.

- Go ahead.
- You go ahead.

Go ahead, go on.

Okay.

You know Celeste, her friend?

They wanted a child.

They got treatment, and
Bárbara got pregnant.

Bárbara's something else!

And now they're gonna be moms.

- Hi.
- Hello.

We need a doctor.

We need to be checked.

Thanks.

Who is the baby gonna live with?

With both its moms.

What about you?

Me, too, with them and the baby.

All of you?

Just imagine.

You're left-handed?

Today you realize I'm
left-handed? Thanks.

I didn't see you
write yesterday.

Thanks. Go, girl!

Let me sit there.

It's her turn.

Mom.

You know I hate these events.
Nonetheless, you put this together.

- Yes.
- We're the same that way.

Well, besides saying

thanks for life and for being a
lovely mom, and for taking care of me,

and all those things people say,

I must confess, in
this stage of my life,

I need you a lot.

There's four.

There's four, Mom.

You may come in.

Us?

No! What are you doing here?

Does it hurt a lot? What a
coincidence I'm your doctor again.

Do coincidences exist?

- It hurts here? Okay.
- Yes.

Okay, does it hurt a lot?

A lot? What is a lot?

A lot…

- That's a lot.
- What's a lot to you?

She told you.

- No, then not much.
- No?

Okay, let's do this.

Go to the city, have an X-ray,
and we confirm you're fine, okay?

I can't go to the city or have
an X-ray, I'm getting married.

- No.
- Yes.

Come on, I can't believe it.

Let's do this.

I'll put on a bandage.

- A bandage and that's it.
- No, what if it's broken?

No, if it was broken,
he'd be yelling in pain.

Of course, if it
were broken, I'd be…

Broken.

Hi!

- Does it hurt?
- No, it doesn't hurt.

You're beautiful.

No, don't be cheesy.

Okay, but I mean it.
You're beautiful.

- What?
- You stink.

- I'll put on cologne.
- No.

- Take a shower and change.
- No.

- Go on.
- All right.

Hello.

- It moves so much.
- Yes.

With all due respect,
you look beautiful too.

Thanks.

With all due respect, you too.

Go take a shower.

- Hi.
- Hello, love.

Happy birthday.

- Thanks, Mom.
- Darling.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks, Dad.

I thought you'd bring a
friend from the radio station.

You know he never brings
anyone. Mónica, please.

But there's always a first time.

A first time, yes.

- Bring the present.
- Yes.

- Okay.
- Aunt Angelica and your cousins will come.

- Great.
- Here it is.

We won't be alone.

- Thanks.
- See if it fits.

- Spectacular, I love it.
- Try it on.

If it doesn't fit, exchange it.
They said it wouldn't be a problem.

Besides, the tag's still on.
You can go and exchange it.

- Try it on.
- Enough, Mónica.

"Try it on," we get it.

"Try it on, try it on."

Try it on.

I'll try it on later, at home.

- Now.
- Now.

- Okay.
- Go on, I'll help you.

Go on, try it on.

I don't know, the kid doesn't
eat a thing. He's so skinny.

Look, he's grown up.

He's grown up, but he needs
to eat more. That's what.

I think it will fit.
It's just a hunch, but…

Let's see.

You'll have to exchange it.

Your aunt.

Okay now.

I don't know how to do
a necktie, Gastoncito.

I really don't know, I don't.

I don't know why you
want to wear a tie.

Bárbara wants me to.

Dad knew how to do neckties.

And look how he turned out.

Who is it?

Someone being attacked
by mosquitoes.

- I mean it. Who is it?
- Beats me.

I'm here with you. Go and see.

- Should I go?
- Yes.

We worked it out, sir.

So grumpy. And they say
Uruguayans are more relaxed.

Sir!

Right, you pull down.

No.

- And then you do...
- I need silence, okay?

They never say your name.
It's always Shade, Shade.

People don't know who Shade is.

- I feel the same way.
- They're talking.

Well, it's my opinion.

Your name is Héctor López.

And if tomorrow you
need to find a job,

you can't say, "Hi, how
are you? I'm Shade."

- You'll have to explain.
- Why?

Sorry to intrude, we were
listening to it on our way here.

I find it distasteful.

It was a prerecorded
show with special guests.

- Yes, a Jew and a prosty.
- Hey.

- What?
- A prosty.

- What's a prosty?
- A prost*tute.

Is that true?

The point was to
call a sex worker

and an Orthodox Jew

to show different
points of view.

Sorry to intrude, but
I found it distasteful.

We all believe in
what we believe,

but your workmate is
always rooting for Judaism.

We know you're a
Jew, brother. Enough.

Hey, we have nothing against
Jews. There are good and bad Jews.

I know good Jews too.

Remember the Grimbergs,
our neighbors?

They weren't good. They were terrible.
I know others that were good.

Not good,

normal.

What I don't understand,
and sorry to intrude...

Stop saying, "Sorry
to intrude," Mom!

Intrude. We're family.

All right, whatever,
it's Héctor's job.

It's all right. Héctor, do you
mind us intruding in your work?

Yes, I f*cking hate you
intruding in my work.

prostit*tes, Jew girls,
we invite whoever we want.

And I love Shade. It's
a spectacular nickname.

I don't know if that answered your
question or… I went off on a tangent.

- The cake, Mónica.
- I'll bring the cake.

- Will you come with me?
- I will.

- Why don't you help them?
- Yes.

Good, isn't it?

Don't turn around.

- Is this a stickup?
- No, it's a gift.

One, two, three!

Wow!

- I can't believe it.
- See?

What a lovely bow.

I made it just for you.

Spectacular.

- You tied this bow?
- Yes.

Did you follow a tutorial?

No, initiative, intuition.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

- I made it thinking of you.
- Here come the girls.

- Hey, Celeste likes you.
- Really?

- Hi.
- How are you?

Love, look at the bow
my brother gave me.

- You can tell he knows you.
- Yes.

Hello.

- Okay, let's go over it.
- Yes.

What?

Perla waits for you at the dock.

- Who is Perla?
- The judge.

Oh, remember?

Us witnesses are here,

flanking.

And you walk to us down the
walkway. Slowly, please.

Look what we are.

Perla will ask the
four of us to talk.

- Know what you're gonna say?
- Yes, that I love you.

Then Perla pronounces
you husband and wife.

From there, we come,
and the party begins.

- I feel like smoking.
- I feel like f*cking.

Do we have time?

- Half an hour.
- Let's go.

Take this. Take it.

- Let's do it.
- Hurry.

I'll hurry, ma'am.

Wanna f*ck too?

Well, I'm fine with it.

I'm messing with you, stupid.

So am I.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Héctor.

Happy birthday to you.

Bravo!

Bravo!

- Who are they?
- Just some people who showed up.

For what is a family?

It's a group of people

united by chance or by desire.

Bárbara and Gastón
will unite by desire.

Proud and happy

that the other mother of my
future child has found a man.

A man that is happy to be part

of this wonderful
family we're building.

If this ceremony takes place,
it's because he wants it to.

He always does what he wants.

And that's something I admire.

He's my beacon.

And sorry, Bárbara, but
I'll be a bit cheesy.

I want to tell my
brother I love him.

And I wish him the best.

All the best.

That's right.

Gastón, do you wish
to marry Bárbara?

Of course I do.

Bárbara, do you wish
to marry Gastón?

Yes, of course.

I pronounce you
husband and wife.

Mazel tov!

YOU WON! WE'RE
GOING TO NEW YORK!

I won!

- Hello.
- Pili, can you hear me?

- Can you hear me?
- I can hear you.

- Hi.
- How are you?

How are you all?

Here, they're all

pretty drunk.

We're all drunk here too.
I wanna tell you something.

- Your brother got separated.
- No, I won. I'm going to New York!

- No.
- Yes!

That's wonderful!

Yes, I'm thrilled. I
wanted you to know.

I'm very happy too.

You deserve this, Seba.

Thanks, I wanted to tell you.

Okay, thanks, now
you've told me.

- Call the kids.
- I told them already.

- And your mom?
- Yes, my mom was really happy.

- And your brother?
- Him too. He was so drunk.

- I don't know if he got it.
- Okay.

- Enjoy.
- I won!

I'll tell everyone
'cause I'm proud.

Thank you. Wait, I want to
tell you something else.

My brother's wife is pregnant.

But not by my brother.

My brother's wife is pregnant,
but not by my brother.

It's like him having a
child with a friend, get it?

I don't understand.

She's pregnant, but it's not his.
He's having a child with a friend.

You're telling me
a story of someone

marrying a pregnant
woman, but it's not his.

Of course, that's it.

I feel you want to
tell me something.

But, as usual, you
go around in circles.

No, that's not it. You're wrong.

- I'm wrong?
- Yes.

You call and say you won a trip,

then end up telling me a story
like ours, but with a happy ending?

No, what happy ending?

It's just a story
about my brother.

Sebastián, you know what?

Tell your brother
congratulations,

for being brave, for not being
afraid, and taking a chance.

And congratulations to you.
You're going to the US.

Pili? Hello?

Hello? Pili...

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.