01x10 - Amsterdam, the Endless Street

[bunniefuu]

- Hello, baby.
- Hi.

Are you feeling better?

Hi.

I thought you hated it.

- The song?
- Yes.

No.

I hate you a bit, though.

Answer, Laura.

- Yeah?
- It's Martín.

I know. I can see you.

There's a camera.

Can we talk?

What for?

I know everything
you're going to say.

What do you mean?

This isn't new.

I've heard it a million times.

You're not as different as
you like to think you are.

I don't want to
end on bad terms.

Shut up, Martín.

Look,

we're not gonna be friends,

but I can't blame it
all on you either.

You were rather honest
from the beginning.

Maybe it's not what you said,
but it was what you did.

I was the only fool here.

Come on, Laura. Let me up.

Better hang on, and I'll
take your bike downstairs.

I hadn't been dumped at
a park since high school.

It's not about you.

You're amazing.

I liked you a lot.

- More than I expected.
- But?

But...

I don't feel I can start
something new right now.

Are you back
together with Martín?

It's more...

as if I had never left.

Say something.

Goodbye?

Something happened.

You and Martín are
together again.

How can you tell?

What happened?

He just stayed over,
and that was it.

What about the vet?

I don't know.

Are you happy?

Okay.

What do you think?

It's fine.

It's fine. Martín is your
weakness. We all know that.

It's fine you get
back together with him

as long as you both know you can't
go back to the way things used to be.

It's not like nothing happened.
Lots of things happened.

I don't want to be a party
pooper, but you had a shitty year.

I mean, it's not as if you're
much better without him, but...

you guys have so
much to work out.

Every time something happens, you
talk about it with me or Paty,

but you never talk with Martín.
You don't say anything to him.

If there's a problem now

and he washes his hands off it or
vanishes into thin air or whatnot,

you have to confront him.

We already know he's willing and
able if you find some other guy.

That's progress, yeah. It's kind
of shitty progress, to be honest.

I don't want you
to lie to yourself.

You spent a cool night together,

okay,

but you can spend a cool
night with anybody you want.

Especially you.

The problem is that you both
commit yourselves, go steady

and stay together
in the long run.

If Martín does, cool.

I hope he does.

I just want you to be okay.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

I was like, "You should come closer.
I'm not going all the way there."

- Good stuff.
- Straight up.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

Exactly. I mean, you're a
Cancer and he's a Scorpio.

- Too much water.
- Exactly.

- Cherny? What are you doing here?
- Hi, Cherny!

- How are you?
- Fine, you?

- Want some?
- I shouldn't, but what the hell.

- Where's Martín?
- In the bathroom.

- Amsterdam's owner showed up.
- What?

He said his niece saw the
ad we posted on the site.

He gave it up for lost, but he saw the
photo and he's sure it's Amsterdam.

- What happened?
- Amsterdam's owner showed up.

No sh*t.

He said Amsterdam's been
missing for a year now.

- I asked him to send some proof.
- Let's see.

His name's Wilson.

It's Amsterdam.

What happens now?

He said he'd come after work.

- What? They're taking him away?
- No. They won't, right?

I don't know, he didn't
say, but it's probable.

His voice shivered while he spoke,
as if he didn't want to cry.

Come on! What did
you want me to say?

We gotta do something, dude. They
can't just take him away. Right?

What can we do?

I've been thinking, and I
couldn't come up with anything.

I'll get it.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm glad it's you.
- Why? What happened?

- Amsterdam's owner showed up.
- What?

- So, what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.

Talk to him. He'll come get him
soon. I don't know. This is a mess.

Hi.

Hi.

If you prefer, we can leave.

- Would you like some coffee?
- No, thanks.

No, you've already made it
here, some music will be nice.

Being in a low mood
won't take us anywhere.

- Is that your daughter?
- Yes.

She's gorgeous. She's
your spitting image.

Yes, thanks.

Come on, dude.

I told them about Amsterdam.

Hello.

Hey, Martín. It's weird the owner
showed up after so many months.

Did you make sure it's him?

Yeah, he's got pics of him as
a puppy. His name's Wilson.

Also Amsterdam.

No, no, no.

Let's not all go together. He'll feel
intimidated. Mostly by you, Cherny.

- López.
- Sure.

- Paty.
- Yeah, sure.

Look at that doggy!

You don't get a thing of
what's going on, do you?

Please come in.

Ricardo, nice to meet you.

Martín.

Buddy. How are you?

How are you? Remember me?

Come.

Hello, you.

Please, have a seat.

Nadia's my girlfriend.

Paty's her sister, and
López is our neighbor.

- What did you call him?
- Amsterdam.

Like the avenue.

That's where Martín found him.
Well, where Amsterdam found Martín.

What is it?

We called him Wilson.

My wife named him.

After Tom Hanks' movie, the
one where he's a castaway.

It was her favorite film.

And Wilson was always
her great companion.

Right, Wilson?

I used to spend a lot
of time traveling,

because of work.

I quitted when she got sick.

There was no time left.

I don't know why I'm
telling you this.

Would you like a glass of water?

I'll get it. Don't worry.

I just had to leave. I mean,
that guy was gonna make cry.

- Some major drama.
- What about?

It turns out that Amsterdam was
his wife's dog, his late wife's.

Yes. He was her only companion.
His name was Wilson, after...

After this ball on "Cast Away."

My, my.

I'm off.

Can you please
leave the door open?

Thanks.

Look. Wanna see? Look what
I brought for you, Wilson.

When my daughters see him,
they are not gonna believe it.

I don't believe it
yet. It's a miracle.

You wouldn't believe
what he means to us.

But I would like to
compensate you with something.

No, please. Please.

We'd like you to understand
he's been with us for a while,

and he's very
important to us too.

He's part of our family.

And we love him madly.

How couldn't you
grow fond of him?

I'm sure you will want
to keep on seeing him.

You can come to my place anytime.
I live across Chapultepec.

That's his home, and it's
pretty close. I walked here.

And is it very important
for you to live with him?

Now he will help
me to move forward.

He's going to be my Wilson.

Right, Wilson?

Let's go, Wilson.

- Are you walking a few blocks?
- Yeah.

Do you mind if I join you?
I need to stretch my legs.

No, not at all.

This is where Martín found Amsterdam.
Anyway, Amsterdam found Martín.

They had a row that night,
over who knows what.

Martín went out for a walk to clear
his mind, smoke his late-night joint.

He's got very good pot.
He grows it himself. Whoa.

The thing is it was late at
night, and Amsterdam found him.

He followed him to the bar,
he waited for him at the door

and then he followed
him to his house.

It was the perfect excuse
to talk to Nadia again.

He rescued both of them.

They had a three-month truce.

And then they broke up again.
In a civilized way at first.

They agreed on everything, except
on who kept this little guy.

That's when the...

joint custody came
up. One week each.

Nadia and Martín are
like Amsterdam avenue.

Each one of them goes in
a different direction,

but they always end
up in the same place.

A circle. Closed,
like all circles.

They can't get out.
They're trapped.

- Are you a psychologist?
- No.

I'm seeing one. My daughters
recommended one who's an Argentine.

- Have they been together for long?
- Four or five years.

She moved in a year before.
I own the house. I rent it.

She's lovely.

A bit tough, isn't she?

She's adorable.

She's my soft spot.

She knows it.

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

My low mood menu.

Thank you.

I feel so weird.

I'm so happy to get
to be with you again.

But I'm also very sad about the
fact that Amsterdam is gone.

It's as if he was responsible
for us coming back together.

Are we together again?

If we're going to be together again,
we have to change several things.

I ended up feeling like an idiot
for loving you the way I do.

And I don't know whether I'm willing
to forgive the things I forgave you.

I don't want to be that anymore.

I don't want to fade away or lose
myself, for you or anybody else.

And I like your melancholy,
but that's not me.

Anyway, not that much.
Not all the time.

I need you to compromise, as I
have, as I will keep on doing.

But most of all, I need you to be
more of a companion, to be there.

How is it possible I was the only
one taking care of the house?

I feel you don't care whether you live
here or with Cherny or your brother.

You've never bought
anything for the house.

Only your instruments
and your wires, for you.

Never something that bound us, that
made us connect with each other.

And how is it possible your hemp
was the only plant you watered?

It grinds my gears.

Why be together if we're in separate
worlds without sharing them?

I'm tired. I'm tired of
doing all the hard work.

And I don't want
to go to therapy,

so somebody explains to me
why I'm so stuck with...

a guy who is so selfish,

quiet, and...

unfathomable.

I know I'm an as*h*le.

I screwed up big time.

And I need to work sh*t through
that I've systematically run from.

I've been thinking that nothing
is solved by running away.

Leaving and being away from
you only made things worse.

I wanted to get away, but I
ended up doing the opposite.

And, when I heard about
Amsterdam, well...

I was so scared. I didn't know
how serious it could be, but...

I was also happy that I got to see
you beyond "hello" and "goodbye."

I realized you're the
thing I like the most.

I don't get how you can love me
when you hate everything I love.

You hate that I'm an
actress, the plays,

my actor friends,
my director friends.

You say I'm too sensitive
and obsessive. So...

I don't know, what is
there left that you like?

Everything.

I even like what I don't.

When you told Ricardo
we were a family,

did you say it because you
think so, or to blackmail him?

Of course I think
so. We are a family.

Dysfunctional, but
we are a family.

You're impossible.

So...

May I stay over?

Okay.

But tomorrow

you're back to Cherny's cave.

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

AMSTERDAM BUILDING

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

BOOKED

How are you guys?

- Have you been to New York?
- Nope.

- Would you like to?
- I would.

I'm going. I'm getting some clothes
for the baby, stuff for the deposit.

I don't want to go alone.
I want to invite you.

You cover your tickets,
and the rest is on me.

- Are you serious?
- I am.

- Yes! Yes, yes!
- Yeah?

Paty!

Paty!

Hello.

Good evening. It's a great evening.
Thank you for being here, for real.

We are Playlist.

We're usually a cover band, but
we're making an exception tonight,

because I wrote a song for the girl
I've liked since the day I saw her.

She's sitting somewhere over here,
obviously, somewhere in the back.

The most beautiful one.

I'm sure she's
embarrassed to death now.

Anyway, we've invited some musicians
to join us. Please make some noise.

No! No...

No, no, no...

That's it! Right on!

We also have a top-notch
accordion player, Pato Partida.

Please make some noise.

Please have mercy on me.
You most of all, Nadia.

I'm not singing.

Cherny brought somebody very special,
an artist who comes from far away.

Please make some noise.

She is Ángela Aguilar!

Nadia, this song says
everything I want to say to you.

Everything.

What are you doing
here, sweetie?

I've missed you so much!
How did he get here?

Hi!

It loves us! No!

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