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[faint, muffled burbling]
[serene piano theme playing]
[music fades]
-Nice, nice. Great, Augusto. Very nice. -[indistinct chatter]
Remember, you've got to breathe out now.
-You breathe in and out. -Excuse me, coach?
I think he's holding his breath underwater.
[loud clang]
Goyo, you'll drown if you keep doing that.
-Get out, please. -I'm sorry, coach.
Goyo! You know, if you keep doing that, you'll drown one day!
Shut up, Augusto!
[noisy splashing]
-[splashing fades] -[melancholic piano music playing]
Leaving?
[stops playing]
[Goyo] This isn't tea.
I've got four concerts in two weeks, Goyo.
It helps me relax.
Well, I hope you have a good day.
[sighs]
-You too. -[thunder rumbling]
[melancholic piano tune playing]
[woman] No, I told you…
This goddamn thing… Shit! Let me call you back!
You piece of shit!
[ambient sounds fade away]
[gentle piano tune playing]
[music fades]
[grunts] Fuck!
[grunts]
[horn blares]
[groans] Piece of garbage!
[rousing string music playing]
[Goyo] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…
…26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35.
[vacuum cleaner whirring loudly]
[music fades]
[woman 1] Good morning, Goyo.
And good morning to you, Miranda.
-[woman 2] Miranda. -Hey. Good morning, honey.
Morning, Goyo. How are you doing?
[Goyo] I'm well. How are you doing, Momo?
I hardly slept at all. A friend came over last night.
And then we decided to binge-watch a show all night long,
and so today, I'm dead.
[chuckles] That's not quite correct.
If you'd actually died last night, then you wouldn't be here, Momo.
Come on, Goyo. You know what I mean.
The National Museum of Fine Arts is Latin America's most important museum.
Over the span of 120 years, the museum has amassed an extensive collection
of more than 12,000 pieces from various periods in art history.
So, here is the exit, and over that way, we've got restrooms.
[serene piano tune playing]
[in French] Let's go and see one of my favorite works of art.
[in English] This way, please.
[Momo in French] Portrait of a Young Woman by Rembrandt.
-[indistinct chatter] -[door closing tone plays]
-[in English] You changed the locks? -Yeah.
Look, I know I messed up. But we're good, right?
No, we're not.
It was more than messing up, Miguel. You went to prison.
No, sweetheart. It wasn't a big deal.
I was detained for 72 hours at the precinct, which is totally normal.
[sighs]
And I miss you guys. You, the kids, all of that.
No, one's been home all day, and then the kid wouldn't let me inside.
Is he nuts? Is that something to do? And where were you?
I told the kids not to open the door for you.
You didn't answer me. Where were you today?
I went out to get a job.
At the museum downtown.
Ah, nice.
-What are you doing? -Let's go inside.
God, Miguel! Things are hard enough!
-Now, would you get out of here? -I don't know get what's happening.
What the hell's come over you? Are you crazy? Losing it?
This is my house too. I live here, and so do my kids.
Now I'm supposed to leave because you tell me to?
-Because you wanna screw me over? -No! You screwed up on your own!
That's on you!
Now, start acting like a grown-up and please just go!
I said go!
[security guard sighs]
[son] Is he gone?
Yeah, he's gone.
-Is your brother back? -[son] No.
[security guard] No? All right.
Come here, my love.
Mm!
[crickets chirping]
-[serene piano theme playing] -[rain pattering gently]
[footsteps approaching]
[pianist] Goyo?
It's time to eat.
-[knocking on door] -[pianist] Can I come in?
Yes.
Wow. Would you look at that! You've returned to the canvas, Goyo.
It's so great.
It's been a while since you've painted, right?
-Was it three years ago? -Four years and seven months.
[chuckles] I keep forgetting the pandemic.
That's nice. It's… a human?
-[Goyo] Mm-hmm. -A woman… it would seem.
-Yes. -Imaginary?
She works at the museum.
-Real. -Yeah, real.
And what does she do there?
She's a security guard.
Ah. I see.
So, what kinds of qualities does she have to make you want to paint again?
Um…
She's beautiful.
And I can't describe the other quality.
You wanna come eat?
I'll be in the kitchen.
[security guard sighs]
Hmm. What's up, honey? You miss him?
Don't worry. Your dad isn't upset with you, huh?
He loves you very much, and he always will.
-Cuti's his favorite. -[security guard] Hmm?
Why would you say that? It's not true.
No, I think it might just be that…
[sighs]
…the two of them get along well because they're so similar.
-[door opens] -[keys jangle]
-[security guard] Where were you? -[Cuti sighs]
With some friends, and then I went to see Romi.
You must have taken money, then.
[Cuti scoffs]
-[security guard] Cuti, what's going on? -What are you talking about?
Today was my first day at work, and I remember asking you
to stay with your brother after school, but you disappeared.
Why are you acting like this?
Listen, Cuti.
[takes a deep breath]
If you're not willing to pull your weight, 'cause right now you do nothing,
then please just move in with your father or your girlfriend or someone else.
Ah! That's it! That's it, huh?
-You want to kick me out? -Listen to me, you little shit!
I'm not fucking around!
Your father's the perfect example of who not to become.
And you're much better than that, you know?
[security guard exhales, clicks tongue]
I'm warning you, cut that shit out!
[lighter clicks]
[grunts]
[exhales slowly]
[indistinct, excited chatter]
Very good, Goyo. You did really well this morning.
We're done for today. 'Kay?
-Augusto! -Sorry about that, sir.
[security guard panting]
-Good morning. -Morning.
[footsteps fading]
The museum's exhibits include a vast array of Argentinian artworks,
with pieces by Cándido López,
Prilidiano Pueyrredón, Emilio Pettoruti, Xul Solar, Antonio Seguí,
Marta Minujín,
Antonio Berni…
[serene music playing]
…and León Ferrari.
[serene music fades slowly]
[Momo] I still need to go buy groceries.
-I've only got yogurt. Can you believe it? -Ah.
You know, my doctor says I can't eat dairy.
-Seriously? See you tomorrow, Goyo. -See you, Goyo.
See you tomorrow, Momo and Miranda.
I'm just leaving work now.
Yeah, I won't be there anytime soon. It'll take me a while.
I'm gonna take the subway, so probably at least 40 minutes.
Mm-hmm. All right.
See you soon. Bye.
[indistinct chatter]
[inspiring, energetic music playing]
[music grows tense]
[indistinct chatter]
[announcer on PA] For reasons beyond our control,
there's been a service interruption at Las Heras station.
The next train is headed to Santa Fe station. Thank you.
[quietly] …ten, 11, 12…
Twelve, 11, 10…
Eleven, 12, 13… [mutters]
Seventeen, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23…
[breathing shakily]
[train screeching on tracks]
-[brakes hiss] -[indistinct chatter]
-[door closing tone plays] -[Goyo panting]
[announcer on PA] Next station, Santa Fe.
This is a northbound train.
[train rattling on tracks]
[quietly] Sorry. I'm sorry.
[breathing shakily]
Excuse me.
[rattling echoes]
[ominous strings playing]
[exhales sharply]
[electricity crackles]
[inhaler hisses]
[kissing loudly]
[slurping]
-[sounds distort and intensify] -[Goyo breathing heavily]
[ominous strings playing]
Hey. It's all right. It'll start back up soon.
[retches, spits]
[passenger] Hey, you okay?
[electricity thrumming]
[agitated breathing]
[train rumbling on tracks]
[brakes screech]
[Goyo gasps]
[door closing tone plays]
[Goyo breathing heavily]
-[music fades] -[wine pouring]
He got home… and showered.
So?
He never showers before eating.
And he's holed up in his room.
I asked if he was all right. He said, "Yes, I'm fine."
But he isn't all right. He's acting really nervous.
Panicky, even.
Is he still on his medication?
Religious about it.
Well, maybe something happened on his way home.
It's… possible.
That would be bad, though. He was doing well.
He started painting again.
-Ah, that's great. -Mm.
It's a portrait of a woman who works as a security guard at work.
-Okay… -[both laugh]
[pianist exhales]
Goyo?
Can I come in?
I'm making rigatoni with pesto.
You all right?
[sighs] What's wrong?
I scared a woman today.
What do you mean, you scared a woman?
She's a special woman.
She began working at the museum Tuesday.
She's part of the security team.
Uh-huh.
So you saw each other Tuesday, yesterday, and today.
I saw her, but she didn't see me.
Every time that I happened to look at her, she was never looking in my direction.
Except for today.
And I scared her.
[man takes a deep breath]
I followed her to the subway.
You went into the subway?
The lights kept flickering, and then the train,
it got stuck in the middle of the tunnel.
My pulse was racing, and my stomach felt nervous,
and I couldn't breathe.
Got it. And then she got scared when she saw you.
I ruined my only chance to make a good first impression
and try to make conversation.
Hey, come on!
Everybody's got phobias.
You were trapped in the middle of the train tunnel in the dark…
That's a very normal reaction.
You can bounce back from that.
I know a lot about uphill battles.
Why were you fighting up a hill, Matute?
I'm trying to tell you I've overcome many adverse situations.
[keys jangle]
Hiya, kiddo.
-Hi. -How was it with your Aunt Marce?
-[son] Hm. -How are you, sweetheart?
You okay?
[kisses] That's your math homework?
-It's geometry. -Ah. Of course.
You all right? Hmm?
-Where's your brother? -He grabbed his things and left.
-All of his things? -Yeah.
All his clothes and games, then left.
HISTORY OF THE MIDDLE FINGER
Hey, girls.
So, I'm not gonna make it after all. No, I can't.
I'm behind on my practice for the Paraguay concert on the 12th.
Have a seat.
But you're invited to the concert here in Buenos Aires on the 14th.
Yeah, big hugs to you too.
Why do you keep lying to them?
You never give them tickets.
Well, they also keep lying to me. They say they'll come, and they never do.
They just don't care. Music doesn't interest them.
-Friends and hypocrites. -[pianist] Hey.
They're still my friends. No need to be rude.
-[Goyo] That's hypocrisy too. -What is?
Saula, when she's talking about her friends.
She called them liars.
Except she's lying too, which is hypocrisy brought on by alcohol.
This again? My alcoholism? I'm not seeing what the big deal is.
I've always enjoyed a tipple with dinner.
And besides, Mom used to call people uncultured, remember?
Yes. When she was drinking.
What a bore.
[Matute] Come on, Saula. Cut it out.
Eva? A Peronist name.
-Hmm. And biblical. -No.
Anyone born after 1955 with that name was named for Evita, no question.
How old is she?
I believe she's between 47 to 50 years old.
Oh wow!
[chuckling] She's way older than you are. That's a MILF.
Has she kept things tight?
Hmm? I'm asking if she's pretty. She's pretty?
Yes, beautiful.
She have an ass?
We've all got asses, Matute.
Yes, I… I'm asking if she's got a nice ass.
-It's harmonious. -Mm-hmm.
And tits?
Harmonious.
-And weighty. -[chuckles] That's good. Wonderful.
And why do you think it is that she hasn't been noticing you?
Um… Um… I'm not sure she noticed me
because she's very focused on other things.
And I believe that's probably because she may have a difficult homelife.
Ah. She married?
I don't know. Or maybe kids… I don't know.
[Matute] Hmm.
So, when's the last time you had a crush on someone?
Four years and six months ago.
The last time was Guadalupe Bazterrica.
[laughs] Wasn't she really boring?
She was obsessed with bugs and spiders.
That's her job, Matute. She's an entomologist.
Yeah. I know.
Mm! [chuckles]
I should've gotten lemon.
Look. We've gotta come up with a plan.
-Eva's at work every day, right? -Yes.
First thing tomorrow morning,
you'll have to face the music and apologize right away.
"Hello there, Eva."
"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to scare you in the subway."
"I've been wanting to talk to you for a while."
It's important that you tell her that you tried a few times
but you couldn't do it.
"Following you was wrong, and I'm sorry."
It's also very important to let her know that you're aware of your mistake.
"My intention wasn't to scare you."
"I'm very sorry that happened."
"I'm Goyo Villanueva."
"Nice to meet you."
Get right down to the fundamentals.
What are those?
Get to the point with her, and that's it, Goyo.
No, Matute. You had some already.
I should have gotten lemon.
Ugh, this uniform is snug. I feel like the older I get, nothing fits.
-I know. -Come on, ladies. Hurry up.
Don't want to upset the boss.
-[Eva] Uh-huh. -Coming, Charly.
-See you in a bit. -All right. Bye.
Hm? I'm sorry.
-[laughs] -What was that?
What? That was nothing. He just flirts with me.
-Are you serious? -He says sweet things.
I know he looks really serious, but there's a real fire inside of him.
Ah! [laughs]
Speaking of fire, I just can't stop sweating!
-Do you get these sweats? -Uh-uh.
-You need vitamins. -Yeah. True.
-[knocking on door] -García.
-Maybe. -Oh, Goyo.
-[Goyo] Good morning. -What is that freak doing here?!
-What? -That's the guy who was stalking me!
There's been an unfortunate misunderstanding,
which is why I'm here.
Wait, this is Goyo.
He works here. He's one of the guides.
Haven't you seen him before?
-No. -[Goyo] She's never seen me.
Which explains the incident in the subway.
-What happened? -Eva Montero--
-He knows my name? -[guard] Listen to him.
Eva Montero saw me looking at her in the subway,
which is the reason she got scared.
And I was looking because I had seen her at the museum.
-But she had never seen me. -Hmm. Well, then, see?
Therefore, it is totally understandable that you thought
a complete stranger was harassing you.
It is also understandable that you gave me a rude gesture.
I didn't want to frighten you, Eva Montero.
I just wanted to say hello. Nothing more.
And that's why I'm here.
Because I wanted to apologize and introduce myself properly.
I am Gregorio Villanueva, and I'm a tour guide at the museum.
Very nice to meet you.
Yeah. Likewise.
It's… uh, nice to meet you too.
All right. Uh, that's great.
Thanks for explaining everything.
Thank you, Goyo.
Oh, my pleasure.
[door closes]
Oh, that poor guy!
-I'm so embarrassed! -[guard] What rude gesture did you do?
Nothing! I did this. I flipped him off.
-Yeah, that's pretty rude, hon. -I wasn't trying to be rude.
-That guy's a weirdo! -He's not a weirdo.
He's particular, but he's a real sweetheart.
-And he's super intelligent. -Sure, fine.
Maybe he is sweet. Even intelligent. But you didn't see how he was.
His eyes were bugging out! He was foaming at the mouth!
I thought he was going to murder me! Ugh! Poor guy!
Try to calm down. It's done. The worst is over.
The next time you see him, try to be nice, smile at him, all right?
We'd better go. It's time, hmm? García's waiting for us.
[somber violin music playing]
[Goyo] This tapestry, woven in 1660,
depicts various scenes
that were very popular during the Renaissance period.
The trim at the bottom
is beautifully decorated with plants and weapons
as well as various musical instruments done in a Baroque style
and features the sigil of the Marquis of Caracena.
[mouthing] Hi.
[harmonious music playing]
Shall we continue?
[indistinct chatter]
[gentle music fades]
[Eva] Hello!
Hello, Eva Montero.
-How are you? -I'm well.
I just found out that the subway is closed until 8:00.
And the buses are all full now,
which means I probably won't get home for a while.
I could keep you company until eight o'clock.
I can buy you a drink if you want.
[hesitates] No, don't worry about it.
This sort of thing happens a lot.
My home is very close by, and I have no plans today.
You won't get bored. I'm good at the art of conversation.
[chuckles]
I studied fine arts here in Buenos Aires.
And I did my PhD at Complutense University of Madrid.
Wow. Amazing.
And how long have you been working at the museum?
-Since 28 June 2013. -[trombone blares]
[Goyo grunts]
Are you all right?
So, have you always wanted to be a security guard?
[chuckles] No.
No, no. No.
I, um… wanted to go into medicine.
[chuckles sadly]
Except that… I only made it through middle school.
-Because after that, my father passed. -I'm sorry.
Thanks. It was a long time ago.
And then I went looking for a job to help my family out with the rent.
And then… life brought me to the museum.
So do you like your job or not?
Yeah… Yeah. I'm all right with it, you know?
Depends on where I'm working.
I mean, I really like the museum.
But it can get boring, standing around.
But oh well. That's just how it is.
[echoing] A job is a job sometimes…
[gentle, ethereal music playing]
There's something special
about the way the light shines on your face, Eva Montero.
It looks just like the yellow in Vincent's paintings.
Who?
Um, Vincent van Gogh, a Dutch painter who is really famous.
Oh, sure. He, uh, chopped his ear off, right?
-[Goyo] Mm-hm. -Yeah, of course. Uh-huh.
-Yes, Vincent is my favorite painter. -[Eva] Uh-huh.
And he had a brother who took very good care of him.
Theo was his name.
And my brother is Matías, but we call him Matute.
Theo died six months after Vincent.
-Matute's still alive, though. -[Eva] Ah.
Mm. That's good.
Hm!
Chrome yellow is the name of the pigment that I'm seeing on your cheeks.
It was created during the Industrial Revolution.
Unbelievable.
How'd you learn all this, Goyo? You're like an encyclopedia.
You're…
very special.
Oh, my! I didn't know how late it was.
-All right. Let's go. Miss! -Yes. Uh…
[Eva] Well… thanks for the company and for the lemonade.
I owe you one.
No, you don't owe me lemonade or anything.
It was a pleasure to get to know you, miss.
You can call me Eva. No need to be formal.
No, I can't.
It takes me time to become comfortable with people,
except for kids and teenagers.
But with adults, I need to ease into friendships.
Hmm. Well…
You said you live around here, right?
Um, yes.
So why were you in the subway the other day?
[Goyo] Uh…
I really wanted to talk to you.
The same way we're talking right now, but…
but… I couldn't figure it out at the museum.
So then I followed you,
hoping that you might turn around and notice me but no.
You got scared and gave me the finger instead.
All right.
See you tomorrow.
[gentle music playing]
[Goyo exhales]
[Matute on speaker] Nobody's ever told me that I'm special.
Or maybe she thinks I'm a weirdo.
Well, at least you're a beautiful weirdo.
You feel happy?
Yes, I feel very good. And thanks for all your advice, Matute.
No need to thank me, man. You're my brother.
I need to get back to work.
-We'll talk later, all right? -All right.
-Talk later. -Bye.
[Saula] She that pretty in person?
-You came in without knocking, Saula. -The door was open, Goyo.
Were you listening to me talking to Matute?
I heard you thanking him for his advice, and that was it.
I'm headed to the restaurant to eat with Julia.
Do you like her?
I'm not sure. I'll tell you when I'm done.
I meant the model, Goyo.
Hmm.
Okay. What's she like? Have you spoken to her?
Yes. We went out for a lemonade today.
Well, I'd like to get to know her.
Maybe we could all go out for a lemonade.
-Hmm? -[phone chimes]
Julia's downstairs waiting for me.
All right. There's some food in the oven for you.
-'Kay? I'll see you later on. -[Goyo] Mm-hmm.
[gentle piano music playing]
-[indistinct chatter] -[dance music playing]
[Saula] We'll have to let her know somehow.
Don't even go there.
But don't you think she should know about Goyo's condition?
She's probably figured it out by now. She's an older lady.
Older? What? Define "older."
She's our age. Or close to it.
Excuse me. I want to say thank you. It was excellent.
-Thanks. -[group] Good night.
See you next time.
He's not a kid anymore. Let him live a little.
-Maybe he'll even get laid. -Come on, how would that even work?
-Has it really been that long for you? -I'm not the one with Asperger's!
No, but you clearly have some other issues.
You gotta let him live. You gotta let him experience the world.
No. What? Are we starting this again?
This schtick about how I'm controlling, overprotective…
Or, no, that I'm manipulating him or suffocating him.
Or that it's repressed maternal frustration.
Say it, go on.
Oh, Matute, I cannot get over the pattern
of the blue and white tiles in the corners of the bathroom.
They're marvelous.
-Say it. You might as well tell her. -That's Goyo's handiwork.
I have a Cabernet from 2016 that you'll love.
Wait a minute. You said she's our age, but how old is that?
How old are you, Saula?
-[exhales] -I don't wanna say.
[Matute chuckles]
I'll be back.
-[sounds dampen] -[loud clanging]
Again, Goyo? You're gonna drown. I've told you a million times.
-Out of the pool, please. -Yes, sir.
[noisy chatter]
Aw, man.
[coach] Goyo!
[loud splash]
Hello, kid.
Do I have to leave?
No, no.
I was bored, so I started walking around.
This is a good place to walk around.
Have you been to the museum before?
No.
Are you here alone?
No, with my mom. This is where she works.
And what is your mother's name? I work here as well.
Her name is Eva Montero.
She told me not to wander around, but I've gotten bored, so…
-You mean "I got." -What?
You said, "I've gotten bored," but it's "I got," not "gotten."
The past participle is used when you acquire something.
-Hmm. -I'm Gregorio Villanueva.
You can call me Goyo. I'm a tour guide here at the museum.
And I know your mother, Eva Montero.
I'm Martín Aguirre, but you can call me Tato.
-Good to know you, Tato. -Pleasure's mine, Goyo.
And my sister will take care of him tomorrow.
-Jeez. [sighs] -Mm.
I have no idea what the fuck to do anymore, honestly.
My life's completely falling apart.
-Anyway, one day at a time, honey. -Yes. [sighs]
-One day at a time. -[sighs] Oof.
-Whoa! What is that? -Hmm?
[laughs] Nice!
-Charly! [chuckles] -[laughs]
Yeah, he asked me out for coffee.
-Oh, good! -I said not today, though.
-Ah. -I said tomorrow.
-Or maybe the day after. I don't know. -That's fine.
I'm not really sure.
But right now, I love all the little things.
-[Eva] Mm. -Mm-hmm.
You know? Playing hard to get, the smiles, sweet words, sweet flowers.
-Mm. -The tension…
-I'm into it. -Mm-hmm.
I mean… I'm also into what comes after.
-Mm-hmm. -Yeah.
It's after the after I start not liking what goes on.
It's all shit from that point on.
[Goyo] The men on horses are carrying chalices and incense holders
that they looted from churches.
And there are severed heads on the saddles, do you see?
[Tato] What about the naked lady?
[Goyo] She's a white prisoner.
It looks like she's fainting.
-[Tato] They kidnapped her? -[Goyo] Yes.
The work is very interesting
since it was the first time such a large canvas
was devoted to an Indigenous theme.
You know I'm gonna be president in 2051?
That's a wonderful plan.
You'll have to start preparing yourself very well for it.
You'll study, learn what people need,
learn about their problems, how to help them.
Oh, Eva Montero!
I was just discussing the history of The Return of Malón with your son,
the future president of Argentina.
Ah! Yes.
Mom, Goyo knows a ton about every single painting in the museum.
Well, not every single one of them. But a lot of them, yes.
Yeah. [sighs]
Well, come on. Huh? Otherwise, we'll be late.
-Thank you so much, Goyo. -I hope you two have a very nice weekend.
-Thanks. -Bye.
[Eva] Bye.
-[crowd cheering] -[Matute] Goal!
Goal!
Fuck yeah! Yeah!
-Don't jostle me. -Goal! Goal!
Yes, boys! What a move!
Whoo, that was beautiful!
Yes, boys!
[indistinct chatter]
I don't think I can have sex for the first time
right after I kiss Eva Montero.
No, you won't have to. You can wait.
-[grunts] -Hey! Watch out.
Hmph.
I started doing some research into sexuality, and I…
I saw a whole lot of things.
Oh yeah?
Were you watching porn?
I… Yes, I watched a bit. Um…
Uh, but I wasn't able to watch much.
I found a website, but I didn't wanna pay to get in.
I also realized that everything is very neatly organized into categories.
Anal, bondage, ethnicities, large tits, small tits…
-Oh wow. You saw a lot. -Yes, I was browsing.
I saw some… masturbation, MILF, bisexual, gay, orgies,
and missionary.
Which has nothing to do with preaching or the religion at all.
Missionary is a position.
Yeah. That one, I know.
Does that mean you watch porn, Matute?
Everybody watches it.
While you were watching it, did you see anything that interested you?
[Goyo] Hmm.
A few interesting things, but I saw some other things
that I can't imagine would interest Eva Montero.
You can't be sure. You don't know her yet.
When it comes to intimacy,
what people want or don't want can be surprising.
What kinds of things do you think she wouldn't be into?
Fisting, golden showers, bukkake, scat play.
Okay. You watched a lot.
Anyway, uh, you shouldn't start with things like that right away.
The most important thing is to figure out what you like.
Do you know what you like?
Uh, I'm interested in what happens there. Down there.
Mm-hmm. You like having a boner.
I like the feeling on the tip of my penis. On the glans.
Oh yeah. The glans is the main pleasure point.
-It's very important. -Mm-hmm.
For women, it's the clitoris. For men, it's the glans.
I had a dream last night that Eva Montero was kissing my glans.
-You what? -I dreamed that… I should be quiet.
I dreamed that Eva Montero was kissing my glans.
That's a wonderful dream.
Yes.
She must have more experience than I do. What do you think, Matute?
I agree, Goyo. I think you're right.
Yeah.
Eat, it's getting cold.
Ask her over for dinner.
Isn't it a bit too soon?
[chuckles] Not these days, no.
Trust me on that. Ask her out.
I'm sure she'll say yes.
Hey! Watch out! You don't see him?
No! I don't think he does!
[Miranda] These paintings are a departure from the Neoclassical style,
as we can see.
They are a precursor to the Impressionist style,
with pastoral scenes and bold tonal structure.
The artists who developed this style were mainly from Italy at the time…
[Eva] See you tomorrow.
-[Goyo] Eva Montero. -Ah!
-I'm sorry. I scared you again. -That's all right.
-I'm very sorry. -Don't worry about it.
Um…
Uh…
Did you know that this museum houses a Van Gogh painting?
Mm… no. I didn't know about it.
-An original. -Ah!
[gentle music playing]
[Goyo] This is one of the first pieces Vincent painted of Paris.
He wrote a letter to his brother Theo that said,
"There is but one Paris."
"And however hard living may be here,
the French air clears up the brain and does a world of good."
Hmm.
Would you like to come for dinner?
Uh… me?
Yes, you.
Uh…
Um…
But… But why me, when there are other girls?
Mm… because… no other girls inspire me to ask them out for dinner.
[sighs]
Uh… Goyo, um…
The two of us are really very different.
I'm also a lot older than you are,
many, many years older, and…
You know so much more than I do.
I don't know. You'd probably find me boring.
You also know a lot of things that I don't.
And our differences then become a common trait
that we both share, Eva Montero.
[chuckles]
This museum hasn't been the same since you started working here.
This Saturday works for me.
Um…
[clicks tongue]
We could have dinner at my house. Um…
Do you live by yourself?
Uh, no. With my sister, Saula.
And she won't be there, because she'll be in Paraguay, doing a concert.
-She is a concert pianist. -Oh, yeah?
Saula Villanueva. Maybe you've heard of her before.
No. No, I don't know her.
-No. -All right. You don't know her.
Um… we're going to be alone because she won't be at home.
-If you accept my invitation, that is. -Yes…
[spirited piano music playing]
-Did somebody die? -Huh?
No. Why?
The last time you wore that was when somebody died.
No. I've worn it to go out.
You wore that dress for Chichi Lagarza's mom's funeral.
Oh… right.
You're going out?
Mmm… Yes.
Saturday I might go out with a friend. Or not.
I'm not sure yet.
I was going to invite Aunt Marce over to make you gnocchi.
Sure. Oh, we're out of shampoo.
Oh! I'll get some tomorrow.
[coach] This starting position
will help you enter smoothly into the water.
-Understand? -Yes.
Good. All right.
We're all gonna practice our dives.
Good. Glad to see you out of the pool, Goyo.
Yes, I'm glad to see you out of the pool, Goyo.
Goyo!
Goyo?
-Tour guide Goyo? -Mm-hmm.
-Yep. -That was a pretty big turnaround.
You were gonna castrate him, and now you're gonna hook up with the guy?
No, we're having dinner. Not hooking up.
Oh, all right.
So? Where are you going?
[sighs] His place.
-[laughs] God! His house? -What?
-What?
That's a date, huh?
-[sighs] -It is!
I mean… [mumbles]
-You know that he's a little bit… strange? -[sighs]
I think he's got some sort of an issue.
Have you ever dated a man who never seems to lie?
Who always seems to speak his mind?
Who cares about you.
Is intelligent to boot.
Is incapable of harming anyone and the best part is that he's cute?
Never, not even once.
-Same here. -Hmm.
I wanna lend you a special necklace.
[both chuckle]
-This necklace will help you get laid-- -Hey, that's enough! Come on!
What? It's just the truth. It's very lucky.
-Girl, no. God! -[laughs]
[Matute] Think of three conversation topics
in case the conversation slows down or stops.
Politics, forget it because that alone can ruin a date.
Nature is a nice topic.
It'll make you seem sensitive and forward-thinking.
And your specialty, art.
Don't forget about that. Huh?
But don't make things too technical because then it might get awkward.
[doorbell rings]
[takes a deep breath]
Good evening!
Good evening.
Hi, Goyo.
-Please come in. -Thank you very much.
Wow!
It's gorgeous!
It's a French neoclassical design from the 1900s.
Ah.
[Goyo] Vincent had a technique to capture the turbulent flow of nature.
Which is why it looks like the sky is moving. Do you see?
Yeah, it really does.
That's true.
Hmm.
Those artists were geniuses, weren't they?
Mm.
I mean, people also said they were mad.
I think they could have been to make that kind of artwork.
That's an uninformed and simplistic conclusion to come to.
There is no such thing as an objective reality.
Hm.
Vincent used a beautiful yet tormented filter
through which to see his life.
And what some people might call crazy is just another way to exist.
A way to think and feel and interact with the world.
Oh.
Goyo, do you think that all this progress moves us backwards?
-Oxymoron. -Huh?
It's when you use a figure of speech that is contradictory.
[Eva] Oh.
An example of that is what you just said.
-Oh, okay. -The living dead.
Organized chaos.
Mm. Got it.
-Deafening silence. -Hmm.
-There's more. -Sure.
-Plenty more. -Right.
What I meant was kinda to say that… that… progress doesn't help.
Doesn't improve stuff, y'know?
For example, what about how everybody's got a cell now.
And yet, people are growing further apart from each other?
-Hmm? -Hmm.
[sighs]
-How did you like the meal? -Oh! Amazing! [sighs]
-Ready for dessert? -Sure.
-I'll help you. -No, no.
-There's no need. You're my guest. -Oh. Okay.
-Here. -I'll…
Yes. Here you go.
-Would you pass me the knife? -Sure, okay.
-May I play some music? -Oh, yes.
-Yes. -In the living room, there's a speaker.
-Oh. Okay. -You can connect it to your phone.
Oh. Uh, okay. Great. This way?
-No. Right. -No. That way. Ahead.
Perfect, thank you.
[footsteps fade]
["Un diamante" by Vicentico playing]
-[Goyo] Um… -Wait…
You didn't have any wine at dinner.
Do I have to drink all this champagne alone?
Uh, well, to be honest,
I just don't feel good when I drink alcohol.
Oh… Oh! Look!
[gasps] What is this?
It's mousse with chocolate and orange.
Mmm! Did your brother also make this?
-Yes. -Mmm! Wonderful!
Mmm! [chuckles]
You think I eat like a pig?
-No, no. No. You're a woman. -Ah.
[giggles]
Mm. Oh. It's so good! [smacks lips]
-[sighs] -[grunts]
-Ah. -[grunts]
[exhales]
So, I know that you're brilliant.
And that… your brother's cooking is simply divine.
Right so far?
And your sister's a famous pianist.
-Mm-hmm. -She's famous, right? Is that her?
-[Goyo] Yes. -She's beautiful.
And the one on the end is your brother?
-Matute. -[both chuckle]
Hmm.
Your parents alive?
-My mother. My father died in Vietnam. -Mm. Hmm.
He's in that picture over there. Carlos Villanueva.
Okay. So, he died fighting in Vietnam?
No, no.
That war started on 1 November 1955, and it ended on 30 April 1975.
Oh, yeah.
My father was killed in a fatal car accident
on the island of Phú Quốc in the morning on 2 October 2005.
Oh, wow. I'm sorry.
My mother was driving the car drunk.
My father also drank too much, and so does my sister, Saula.
Matute drinks normally.
Okay. Got it.
-And is that your mother? -[Goyo] No, that's Elena.
She was my siblings' mother, and she died when they were teenagers.
-It was a massive heart attack. -Mm.
And that happened at the table where we ate dinner tonight.
She died in there.
-Oh. -I am the son of my father's second wife.
Okay.
And… you don't have a picture of your mother?
No.
-She alive? -She lives with her new partner.
-Oh. -Félix Ruiz Allende.
-Hmm. -They live in Tierra del Fuego.
-My mother's name is Magdalena. -I see.
And… what does she do?
Nothing.
Well, she's still the wife of Mr. Allende, right?
I mean, that's something. [chuckles]
And being a mother is doing something.
She's a wife but not a mother.
-Oh. -She's always struggled with motherhood.
Not everybody knows how to be a parent to children.
[Eva] Mm.
-May I ask you a question now? -Yeah.
All right.
-I know that you have at least one son. -Yes.
-Who will eventually be our president. -[chuckles] Yes.
Yes. I have another son, but he's older.
And we all call him Cuti.
Cristian's his real name.
He's 16.
And he has no idea what he wants,
but he really enjoys playing sports like soccer.
He's good at it. Just like his father, Miguel.
He wanted to be a professional, but things didn't work out for him.
Miguel. Uh, so you've got a husband.
Um…
Uh… I'm not sure.
-You're not sure if you have one? -No, I…
Yes. Yes, I've got one, but, uh… at the moment, we're feeling disconnected.
Actually, I'm the one feeling that way.
-[Goyo] Hmm. -Yeah.
And… were you ever happy with Miguel?
Um… yeah.
Yes. At the beginning, we were.
Uh, then we both drifted apart.
-Hmm. -We had both changed so much.
I think that, you know, he really doesn't understand me.
And so, I'm always trying to explain myself to him, but sometimes,
he doesn't get it.
So he becomes anxious and makes bad decisions.
You know? That's it.
Why don't we talk about something else?
Oh, sure, of course.
Uh, studies say
that the planet's temperature will augment by 1.2 degrees this year.
[Eva sighs]
At six degrees warmer,
Earth won't be able to harbor life as we know it anymore.
[Eva exhales]
Did you know that I have never had one good relationship with a man?
Not even one.
Not one.
I read something that said
that the majority of humans only achieve 60% happiness.
But there are exceptions.
Some Inuit people, spiritual mentors, and Amazonian tribes can achieve 80%.
Oh! Well, then you need to be very different to be happy.
According to statistics, yes.
[laughs]
["Te quiero" by Andrés Calamaro playing]
Mm!
[romantic rock ballad continues]
[chuckles] Come.
[chuckles]
Ah, Goyo. [sighs]
You're nothing like most men in the world. You're different.
I just love…
Mm.
…that…
[sighs]
I'm enchanted with who you are.
I have Asperger's.
That might be what you're referring to.
[chuckles] Yeah. Maybe that's it.
[chuckles]
-And does that bother you? -It doesn't bother me, no. No.
I'm here, aren't I?
But I'm obviously a little bit worried because…
I don't know… I…
Mm… Well, I've never been with someone like you.
Mm.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
I've gotta go pee.
-Oh sure. -Yeah.
-Um, the bathroom? -Here.
Oh, okay.
-It's the door on the right. -Thanks.
[exhales]
[sighs] Goyo?
Goyo?
Where are you?
Goyo?
[Goyo] She likes eating with her hands.
And she sucked her finger after touching the mousse.
Yes, it disturbed me a bit.
But then I stopped looking, and it felt better.
Under control.
She seems to be having a good time.
She's in the bathroom downstairs. I called from the upstairs one.
Yeah, yeah. Things are going well.
At one point, she wanted to change the subject,
so I took your advice.
I didn't bring up politics, but I did talk about environmental topics.
[Goyo continues speaking indistinctly]
[serene, gentle piano music playing]
[door opens]
-Eva Montero. -Ah, Goyo!
There you are. I'm sorry.
Um… Uh…
I came up because… because I couldn't… That's me, isn't it?
Well, it hasn't been completed yet.
[exhales]
You did all that from memory?
Mm-hmm. From memory.
From the day I first saw you.
Uh, the first day you started working at the museum.
It was raining, and you were having trouble with your umbrella.
Hmm.
Um…
When I'm finished, I could give it to you if you like.
[Eva sighs]
[chuckles]
[sniffles, laughs]
Did you decorate the room?
Uh, yes.
I got a lot of help from my sister Saula's friend.
Her name is Julia di Pietro. I wondered if you know her.
No! No, no. No, I don't know anyone. Uh-uh.
You don't know her either. Fine.
Come here.
Mm!
[chuckles] Come on.
Okay.
Why don't you lie down?
[breathes in deeply]
Mm.
[sighs]
Will you hold me?
[Goyo sighs]
[Eva exhales]
[Goyo breathes out]
-[Eva chuckles] -[Goyo sighs]
"Wheresoever Eva was, there was paradise."
It's in a book by Mark Twain,
and it's what Adam writes as the epitaph on Eve's tomb.
[Eva sighs]
-We're kissing now, Eva Montero. -Mm-hmm.
Yes. Mm-hmm.
[Goyo] Hmm. Hmm…
Again?
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
Yes.
[serene music playing]
[serene music fades]
-Good morning. Mm. -Morning.
-You're going? -Yes.
I need to go because my sister's looking after the president.
Ah, um… yes.
Um…
And, uh… can I serve you breakfast?
No. No, no.
I'm fine. Thanks.
Can I get a cab for you?
No, no, no. There's no need. I'll take the subway.
The subway is a couple blocks away.
I'd be happy to call a cab,
and then you'd get home more quickly and comfortably.
-Um… -I'll go get my phone.
All right.
-Did you have a good time? -Yes. Yes, I had a wonderful time.
And the painting…
just beautiful.
Thanks again, Goyo. Bye.
-[kisses] -Bye.
Thanks.
Send a text when you get home so I know you're safe.
Sure. Good morning, sir.
[serene music playing]
[music fades]
[horn honks]
[sighs]
[Tato] You see these leaves?
They symbolize glory, protection, and triumph, and they would…
Oh, look who's here.
-About time. -Why are you here?
What do you mean? I came to see my children.
Well, just this one. The other's gone to live with his girl.
Bumped into him yesterday. He told me. He's crazy.
[sighs] Where's Aunt Marce, my love?
She left.
I told her to go back home and I'd take over.
She doesn't need to stay if I'm here. It makes no sense.
She has things to do, so I said go home.
Hey, did I tell you? I have a job now at a car wash.
That's good. I'm glad.
Hmm. You're glad, huh?
Does she look glad to you?
No. If you're happy, then you should say, "Oh, that's wonderful! Congratulations!"
"You got a new job. Now we can get back together."
No, no, no. No. You're not coming back.
-What do you mean? -[Eva, softly] No.
-What do you mean, I'm not coming back? -What are you doing?
-What's the matter with you? -Nothing. Stop.
[Miguel] You've been busting my balls about a job, and now I've got a job.
And you're saying I can't come back?
I'm here at the house, helping with homework. I have a job now.
I did everything you asked, and you're still telling me no?
So tell me, what is wrong with your brain, huh?
-Dad, stop. -[Miguel] What is wrong with you?
-What do you want? -I want you to leave.
-Just go! Just leave! -Where am I supposed to go?
I'm not gonna let you kick me out.
-Come on. -[Eva] Please.
No, I'm not leaving! You're dating someone now, right?
You got a boyfriend?
-You're with somebody new? Tell me. -Daddy, just go!
-Just say it, say it! -Daddy, get out!
-Stop! Stop telling me what to do! -[Eva] Miguel!
-Let go of him! -Get off!
-I'm doing the right thing! -Let go!
-Show me some respect! -Let go!
-You hear? Huh? -[Eva groans]
Oh, no, no. Hey, babe.
Oh, Eva. I'm… Wait. I'm sorry, babe. No, hey.
-No! Wait a minute! -I'm not kidding!
-It was an accident. I'm sorry! -Get out!
-[Miguel] But I just-- -Leave!
All right. I'm leaving. It's all right! I'm gone.
-Get out of here now! -It's all right. It's okay. I've got you.
It's all right, my love. It's okay.
[Miguel] Fuck's sake! Why is this happening to me?
It's okay, sweetie. It's okay. I got you, my sweetie.
-[Tato crying] -[door opens, closes]
Listen to me. Don't let him in.
He came in when Auntie Marce opened the door.
[Eva crying] Oh, it's okay.
It's over. It's all over, sweetie.
It's okay. [kisses]
I need your help. Could you please get me a bit of ice?
[crying softly]
Did you take the lead, or did she?
[Goyo] She did a lot of leading, but I think I did my part well.
-Nice. -[Goyo] Mm.
-Did you like it? -Yes. A lot.
Great. Great.
Just remember, you need to stay calm now.
The next day's tricky. That's why we wait a bit.
Some women wake up happy afterwards,
and others sometimes feel like jumping off a bridge.
Why would she want to jump off a bridge?
Sometimes, they regret it.
Hm. She said she had a good time, though.
If that's what she said, then that's perfect.
Yes. She smiled 17 times and laughed eight times.
-[laughs] That's quite a lot, then. -[Goyo] Mm.
Now, you just wait her out.
You need to wait for her to reach before you do anything else.
-[Goyo] Yes. -[firecrackers pop]
-[wild cheering] -[horn blares, echoes]
-Matute! -Yeah?
I asked her to text me when she home, but she never wrote,
and I wrote to her at 12:42.
It looks like she didn't get it because a tick is missing. Look. One tick.
-No second tick. You see? -Yeah, I see.
You should put that away and focus on the game now.
Come on.
HELLO, EVA. HOW ARE YOU? DID YOU GET HOME SAFE??
Come on. Let's go! Get off your fucking ass! Jesus Christ!
Oh my God.
Is it weird that she didn't respond, Matute?
Run, you asshole! Run!
Twenty years old, and he's hobbling like an old man!
-Do you think something could be wrong? -Over there! Get it!
-Matute! -Get it!
-[crowd boos] -[Matute] God damn it.
-Where you going? You taking a piss? -Excuse me.
-[Matute] Hey!
-Goyo! -Excuse me.
Hey, get his attention!
-Goyo! -[man] Man, over there!
-[Goyo] Mm. -[Matute] Where you going?
-You're not listening to me. -Of course I'm listening to you!
[man 2] Ooh! Breakup fight!
[group laughs]
-[Matute] That's my brother, asshole! -Bet you like your brother's asshole!
-[crowd laughs] -[Matute] Goyo!
Goyo!
Gregorio, wait up, please!
What the hell's going on with you?
Something important, but you don't seem to care at all!
[Matute] You've been talking,
and I've been listening, or did I miss something?
You know what? You don't see how selfish you're being.
I organized the plan for your date. I brought you to the game…
Where people think we're homosexuals!
Come on, that's not an insult anymore.
If you hadn't been making a scene, they wouldn't have said anything!
You're saying it's my fault!
-[Matute] It is. -No, none of this is.
-Yes, it is your-- -[Goyo] No!
[crowd cheers]
[Matute groans]
You think I don't know what this is?
You had sex one time,
and you convinced yourself that you're in love!
And now you think she's ignoring you, so you're acting stupid, right?
And since I picked you up, you've been staring at your phone!
"There's only one tick! There's only one tick!"
I'm not the one who ruined the plan!
You ruined the plan all by yourself, Goyo!
You know what? Get outta here.
I'm fed up with the whole thing.
[cheering continues outside]
[Cuti sighs]
[clicks tongue, sighs]
-I can't believe that bastard hit you. -It's no big deal.
-Want me to file the report? -No, it's fine.
-Please, let's go. -I'm fine, honey.
-No? -No, don't worry. It's okay.
-Are you staying at Romi's? -Mm-hmm.
And how long before Romi's parents start getting annoyed?
[sighs]
Come on, Cuti.
-You need to find a job. -I know.
I know, I know.
Maybe around the corner. The bar is looking for help.
I might be able to work as a dishwasher or something.
Okay. Great.
-Do you want me back? -[chuckles]
I don't want you to go through this again.
[chuckles]
I'd like it.
Yeah. Mm! [kisses]
[inhales sharply]
[crying softly]
[optimistic strings playing]
[cell phone vibrates]
[seller] Three for 20! One for ten! A kite?
Here, sir. Third one's free.
-Three for 20! One for ten! -Please call him over.
Three for 20!
One for ten! You want one, man?
[music fades]
[Cuti] Yeah?
Good afternoon. I'm looking for a Miss Eva Montero.
-Who are you? -Goyo!
Hello.
It's Goyo. He's Mom's friend.
-Come in. I'll tell her you're here. -Okay.
I suppose you're Cuti.
Excuse me, Mr. Cuti.
-Mommy. -[Eva] Yeah?
-Goyo's here. -Who?
Hello, Eva Montero.
What are you doing here?
Um… I asked you to text me once you got back home,
but then you never did.
And then I texted you but I never got a reply.
And the message wasn't received.
So then I got worried, and I came here.
It was because my mom's cell got broken.
Yeah.
Ah, that makes more sense.
This is for you, Tato.
Thanks!
Uh, Goyo, how did you find my address?
I found it this morning saved on my phone
from when I ordered your taxi at my place earlier.
Oh. Right.
-Look! The flag of Argentina. -That's so cool, honey!
I brought this little plant too.
I wanted you to have it, or it could be for Cuti.
No. No, no, no. That's fine. You know what?
I'll take it. Thanks.
-Well, it's yours now. -Thanks a lot.
-It's very pretty. -There's a bruise there.
Yeah. Yes, yes. I got it by accident. I tripped and… fell down.
Um… I was gonna make something.
-Are you hungry? -No.
Would you like a drink?
-Sure. -[Eva] Okay.
Do you need some help, Tato?
[Tato] Yes, please.
-[Cuti] Psst! -Hmm?
Who the hell is this guy? Did he come from the circus?
Don't say that so loud. He works with me at the museum.
Ah…
-Are you and that weirdo fuckin'? -You watch your mouth.
I'm still your mother.
Yes or no?
He said you were at his house this morning.
Please give it a rest, Cuti.
Don't make me regret letting you move back in.
Okay?
[Cuti exhales]
[clicks tongue] I'll pack up my stuff at Romi's.
Okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[gentle music playing]
-[Goyo] Your turn Eva. -Yeah?
Wow!
-[Tato] It's really high up. -[Eva] I know.
[serene music fades]
I just saw your message.
If I don't finish too late, I could swing by later, okay?
Gotta go. Big kisses.
Goyo. I called you 40 times.
What happened? Did someone steal your phone?
No. The battery ran out.
Where were you?
-How was your concert in Paraguay, Saula? -Fine. Well, I didn't enjoy it.
The crowd enjoyed it, but I didn't practice enough.
Hey, I don't care if you're mad. Where were you?
I was at Parque Patricios.
What did you go over there for?
[Matute] Did you go visit Eva?
Oh, does she live in that area?
-Yes. -[Saula] Hang on.
Did you have sex with that woman?
-That's right. -Was it here or at her place?
-No, it was here. -[Matute] They had dinner here.
So you were in the loop?
Eva Montero wasn't replying to my messages because her phone broke.
She also had a bruise on her face.
She said she tripped and fell in the street,
but I don't think she's being honest. It wasn't a scratch.
-It was a hematoma. -Then it might get very messy for you.
Every divorce is different.
A lot of people see each other even after they break up.
She's married?
You should never see that woman again. Not here or at her place.
But why? Why shouldn't I, Saula?
Because it's dangerous!
What if her husband is violent and he hurts you too?
You don't know what he's capable of.
And what makes you so sure that her husband did that to her?
Well, I don't… I don't know for sure, but isn't it obvious?
[Matute] Okay, okay.
Why don't you go rest?
And we can sit down later and talk it out calmly over dinner.
I'm not going to stop seeing Eva Montero.
We need to end this right now. That woman has got him by the balls.
She managed to weasel her way into our house.
A bit of sweet talk and fucking, and now Goyo's madly in love with her,
and she just goes back to hubby.
A typical con artist.
The way your head works is unbelievable.
I think she's a good person.
-You're starting a bit early, aren't you? -You're just as bad as Goyo right now.
I'll bet my piano that that woman thinks she's just hit the jackpot.
I'm going to the museum to talk to her.
No, you're not.
You can't interfere like that. He's a grown man.
-He has Asperger's. -Let him go. You gotta give him a shot.
Give him a shot?
Let him go, huh?
Let him go?
Yeah, let's let him ruin his whole life.
MY CHAMPIONS
CARWASH
It's here.
-The car wash? -Yes.
Okay.
LA TORRE CARWASH
Please wait for me.
[Goyo] Mr. Miguel?
Mr. Miguel Aguirre?
Miguel! Miguel!
Someone's talking to you!
Good morning, Mr. Miguel Aguirre.
Excuse me, I don't wanna take too much of your time.
I came here today to talk about Eva Montero.
And who are you?
Gregorio Villanueva.
I work with Eva at the Museum of Fine Arts.
Eva is a great woman who deserves a wonderful man.
Someone… who's able, um… to take care of her and nurture her.
Her face has a bruise on it,
and I don't believe that she got it falling down like she says.
And so, if you're the one who gave her the bruise,
I'm asking you to refrain from hurting her anymore.
[Goyo groans]
-Stop! -What's wrong with you?
-Stop it, man! Stop it! -What are you, some kind of moron?
What's your problem?
You think you can come here and tell me what to do, huh?
Get off of me! What's this fucker's problem?
-Get out of here! Go! -You idiot!
Who dressed you? Your mommy? Son of a bitch!
-[coworker] Stop. Calm down. -[Miguel] Fine! I'm done. I'm done!
-[coworker] Hey! -[engine starts]
Miguel!
[grunts]
[Momo] Did you see that guy yawning in front of the Rembrandt?
You gotta be pretty uncultured to yawn in front of a Rembrandt painting.
You see?
I'm off to my next tour, you two.
The Italians are waiting.
-[Eva] Hey. -[Miranda] Hi. Good morning.
[exhales] I'm sorry.
Goyo, can I speak with you, please?
I'm off to the ladies', kiddos.
-Thanks. -[Momo] No prob.
Is it true?
You visited my husband at work?
Goyo, why'd you do that?
He hit your face, Eva Montero.
How the fuck is that your business?
It wasn't!
I don't need you to rescue me!
You made it worse!
He was already suspicious that I was seeing someone else,
and I was trying to keep that from him, but now you've just confirmed it!
You have to stop, Goyo!
I have no need for any kind of protection.
And you've got no right to presume that I do!
Except that the two of us made love together on Saturday night.
And? [exhales]
So what? Do you think that means we're betrothed?
No, Goyo! We are not together!
What we did was a mistake.
But it isn't your fault.
It's my fault because I just… I…
I gave in!
It isn't wrong to give in to that.
Yes, it is! It's very, very wrong!
It was wrong, and it was stupid, and I'm sorry!
Being with you was selfish of me.
But I needed it. To talk the way we talked.
To be treated the way you treated me.
I wasn't thinking of you. Don't you get it?
No. No, I don't.
[sighs] Goyo…
[exhales]
[tense music rising]
Please, would you just look at me?
Goyo, all of this was wrong,
'cause I can't give you what you want from me.
You have expectations now.
-Do you understand? -No! I don't understand.
-I don't understand. -[sighs] I'm so stupid.
[Goyo] I don't understand!
[tense music building]
[Goyo] Twenty, 18, 17…
[sounds distort]
[breathing shakily]
Goyo!
[horns blaring]
[Goyo breathing heavily]
Over here! We need a hand over here!
[horns echoing]
[Goyo gasping for breath]
[screams]
[tense music fades]
[Saula sighs]
-[Saula] Eva, right? -[Eva] Yes.
-[exhales] -[Saula] No, sit. Please.
I'm Saula.
-I'm Gregorio's sister. -Yes. How are you?
Pleased to meet you. How is Goyo?
Right now, sedated.
-[sighs deeply] -What happened is very serious.
-Mm-hmm. -This could have been tragic.
Yeah. Yes, I know that.
Do you know it?
And did you know about Goyo's condition?
Uh… yeah. Yes.
But you didn't think it was important?
Or did you just not care?
Of course I care about him. Goyo's important to me.
I find that hard to believe.
[sighs]
Uh… Um…
When Goyo…
When the two of us were together that night, I…
I just… I was thinking about his condition.
But…
I don't know. I think I felt… swept away.
It…
It was beautiful.
For both of us.
But I also know it was wrong. I know.
Also not. It's all a bit confusing.
[sighs]
I'm really… Uh…
Uh… [clicks tongue]
I've never met someone like Goyo.
He brought out the very best in me.
I'm sorry that I can't say the same for him.
And I think that's what you need to keep in mind after what's happened.
[sighs]
I never wanted to hurt him.
But you've hurt him anyway.
[Eva sighs deeply]
[footsteps approaching]
-What are you doing? -There are no smoking rooms in this place.
This place? It's a hospital!
-You know he was trying to kill himself? -[sighs] No.
He was in so much pain,
he didn't know what to do, and he lost control.
Oh, for fuck's sake, Matute. Let's not be naive about it.
He was standing right in the middle of the street.
He's never done anything like that!
And he fell under that predator's spell. I knew it.
That woman isn't some innocent young girl.
Anyway, it's over.
-We won't see her anymore. -What do you mean? Did you talk to her?
Of course I did.
-No. -You know what?
Tell me he's a grown-up all you want, but I don't give a fuck.
Let him go? Let him live alone?
He's not capable. Look what happened.
You can't do that!
It just slipped.
[engines roar]
Welcome, Magdalena.
Thank you.
Is Gregorio in his room?
-Yes. I'll tell him. -No, that's all right.
Saula, just relax. I'll go see him myself. Don't worry about it.
[footsteps fade]
[Magdalena exhales]
Your siblings told me everything.
Are you listening?
Time can be very cruel, you know?
We all get old.
But there's a good side too.
Those things that seemed like they were so important,
so important…
they eventually become stories…
or get forgotten.
I am never going to forget Eva Montero.
[Magdalena] I'm sorry. I won't touch you.
I won't touch you.
[crowd cheering]
Goal!
-Goal! -[players shout]
-[Tato] Go, Cuti! -Good job, Cuti!
[Cuti] All right! Let's go, let's go!
[melancholic piano tune playing]
[door opens, closes]
[footsteps approaching]
Look how stylish it is.
Here. May I?
Here.
This makes you look so handsome.
No woman on Earth could resist you wearing this.
I'm telling you.
Well, I got you a few classic ones, because I know that's your style.
Let's see.
You like this?
Want to try it on?
[hesitates] Maybe later. I'll try it on later.
That's fine. Of course. Just… Just try it on when you feel like it.
Hi.
-Hello. -How are you?
Any news about Goyo?
-He's still on leave. -Oh.
Until when? Do you know?
-I don't. -No.
-Okay. That's fine. -No.
-See you. -Yeah. See you later.
Did you just call me old?
No, I called you macho. You're old-fashioned and macho.
-[laughs] -Goyo isn't coming down.
-I'm gonna go out now. -'Kay.
Magdalena, you shouldn't really be encouraging him to go out
and start dating right now, you know?
Mm? I don't understand.
Ah! Is this because of the shirts that I bought him?
It's strange because I thought we were alone when I showed him those.
Where were you hiding?
I don't agree with what you're doing, Saula.
Goyo isn't a little kid anymore, and we all know it.
He's a grown man.
A man who had his heart broken, and who's acting like it.
Like a man who has had his heart broken.
No, you're wrong. He's obsessed with that woman.
-[Magdalena] What? -You're encouraging him to see her.
You're going to make it worse. Do you want it to happen again?
Saula, shut up.
You shut up. "Give him a shot."
Whatever happens to him will happen, with or without you.
He's going to be fine.
That's what you want. For everything to be fine.
-You don't want to see him well? -[scoffs] You know what I meant.
You want everything to be fine, but for yourself, not for him.
You want to skulk back to your hiding place,
back to your peace and quiet as soon as possible.
-You hate it here. Am I wrong? -Shut up, Saula.
-I didn't come for this. -Why did you, then?
I'm here to see my son.
Do you think I don't love him?
That I've never loved him?
Saying you love him? [chuckles] I wouldn't call you loving.
All right, that's enough. Let's calm down. This discussion can be had later.
The priority now is Goyo. Please.
You wanna make me feel guilty, don't you?
Well, I don't need any of your help with that.
Because I already feel that way. Do you understand?
Because I gave birth to him.
He came from me. He came from my body just the way he is!
-Magda, nobody is blaming you. -[Magdalena sighs] Unbelievable.
Do you understand that I've tried time and again?
But I don't understand him.
And he doesn't understand me.
It is… the most frustrating and painful thing
to be unable to properly bond with your child.
I've never been able to give him what he needs
because I have no fucking idea what that is!
But it seems that you do. The both of you understand him.
And I… I'm the only one with a handicap here.
But Goyo isn't handicapped at all! Haven't you been listening?
Give me a fucking break, will you? Stop hating me for once!
I've never had a place in this family.
I know.
Never as a wife.
Never as a mother.
And certainly never as a stepmother.
And on top of that, the both of you have been saying for years
that I was responsible for your father's death on that horrible Vietnam trip.
-Isn't that right? -No.
Your dad always refused to put on his seat belt.
Then someone rear-ended us.
But you were driving drunk, Magdalena!
Don't you remember what a drunk he was?
Obviously, he'd drunk more than I had.
I was the one who had to drive.
[Saula sighs]
And he was killed.
And everything fell apart.
And I didn't know what to do.
So I ran away.
Then I met Félix.
He understood me well.
[inhales sharply]
I think he was also running away, you know?
It's so easy to hide out in the country.
And… I was selfish.
I was irresponsible.
[voice breaking] I was useless.
I was guilty.
I was a bad mother.
And that was who I was able to be.
The person I was at the time.
Until I dissolved into nothing.
[whimpers, sniffles]
[sobs]
I'm gonna go see Julia.
I don't deserve any of this.
And I'm not sure if my son tried to kill himself.
I don't know what to do.
I just don't understand.
This is all so hard for me. [cries]
[sniffles]
I want to do better.
I want to learn how to understand my son. [sniffles]
-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. -[Matute] It's all right.
[somber piano music playing]
Eva.
This is the portrait I told you about.
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
[announcer on PA] Next station, Las Heras.
[door closing tone plays]
[Goyo] What? What are you doing here, Saula?
You need to forget about that woman.
No!
The two of you have nothing in common.
Her life is totally different from your life, Goyo.
You don't know Eva Montero, Saula!
I don't, but I see what you're going through because of her.
What I'm going through isn't because of Eva Montero, Saula!
-Goyo, don't shout, please. -No!
-None of this is Eva Montero's fault! -Stop!
She's not responsible for what's happening to me!
She's going through all kinds of things that you don't know about, Saula.
Uh, what Eva Montero needs to make her happy is…
is something that she hasn't discovered because she's too afraid to try!
This… this fear clouds her thoughts!
It gets in the way of her happiness!
I… I know when we were together,
she was happy, but then she started thinking again!
I love you, and I'm worried.
That's all.
If you're not willing to accept Eva Montero, then I…
I refuse to accept that you worry about me, Saula.
[sighs]
[somber piano music playing]
[exhales]
[sobs]
Good morning.
-Here. -[maid] Good morning, ma'am.
What?
Do you wanna take this to him?
No.
You go ahead.
Would you like coffee? I just made it.
Uh, yes. Thank you. Yes.
[footsteps approaching]
-[knocking on door] -[Magdalena] May I come in?
[door opens]
You're so handsome.
A tuxedo suits you well.
It's for special occasions.
Clearly.
What a beautiful painting.
Is she your muse?
Mm-hmm.
I see.
Just like the muses of the Renaissance. Just like… Simonetta Vespucci.
You know who she was, don't you?
Yes.
Of course you do, you know so much about art.
The muses would enter the artists' life to provide them…
inspiration.
To provide… enlightenment.
And that's important.
Even if it doesn't last, even if it's for a short time.
It matters.
And it's wonderful. Isn't it?
Hm?
[dramatic piano concerto playing]
[song ends]
[applause]
[muffled screaming]
[Magdalena] Good morning.
Good morning, ma'am.
I'm going to be leaving now.
Travel safe. Say hi to Félix.
I'll let him know you say hi. Of course.
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering]
[vacuum cleaner whirring loudly]
[Saula] You're going out?
Yes.
-[sighs deeply] -[door closes]
[thunder rumbling]
[playing wistful tune]
You really need to get a new umbrella, Eva Montero.
Yes.
Did you finish it?
Do you still think
that spending Saturday, October 27, with me was a mistake?
No.
I hurt you so much, Goyo. I didn't mean to.
I'm just too flawed for a relationship, I think.
Every single one of us is flawed.
[Eva sighs] Yeah.
But I think your problem is a bit different.
You've forgotten how to believe in yourself.
You feel lost, but you have everything you need.
You're an incredibly powerful woman, but you believe you're weak.
You have two great kids who love you very much.
-One of them will even be our president. -Yes.
And you've got me.
I know I'm very different from the men you've known before,
but I'm the man who loves you
exactly as you are.
You're perfect, even with your flaws.
[tender instrumental music playing]
[music fades]
[lively string music playing]
[serene piano tune playing]
[music fades]