01x06 - Los Vieira

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Yes?

Yes, how do you do?

We're The Feeble-Minded.

Leave it to me.

We came to see Segundo.

-Oh, yes, come in.

-Thank you.

What?

I don't know how,

but I'll end up living here.

Look, the Bilbo coat stand.

Item number 8004

from Home Warehouse.

Cinnamon.

Those are the Gandalf candles.

Item number 2381.

What are you doing, Ceci?

-I didn't notice.

-Hiya.

-Second! How are you?

-Hi, girlfriend. Take it.

-Yeah?

-I've taken about 100.

How are you, Segundo?

Yeah, yeah.

Shall we go meet Roxana? Yes?

Weren't we meeting Vieira?

Yes, Vieira is also home,

but the true boss is Roxana.

Who is she? His wife?

Among other things.

Welcome.

PORN AND ICE CREAM

Come in, please, follow me.

I'll introduce you to Sergio, my husband.

My eldest, Juan Cruz.

-Call me Spider, Mom.

-Shut up.

Oli, the birthday girl.

Oh, and Enriqueta, Oli's best friend.

Hi.

Well, they're The Feeble-Minded.

No, it's just them.

I'm the manager.

Today is a very special day.

We will make this country

a great country.

And we'll move forward. Why?

Because we will, I'm sure.

But they're the band

that will play at Oli's birthday.

The meeting with the steel mill

is this afternoon.

Is that Wiener schnitzel?

-Yes, it's Wiener schnitzel.

-Is it good?

Yes, very good.

We brought a demo for you to listen to.

No, it's not necessary.

I fully trust Segundo's judgment.

Thanks, Roxana, thanks.

We almost died recording it.

The building collapsed.

-The sound engineer is in a coma.

-The party is on Friday.

And you'll play 40 minutes.

We only have one song anyway.

-We could play it ten times.

-Oh, Ramón, I love your jokes!

-Not a joke.

-40 minutes is perfect.

We have lots of songs.

Lots of songs.

Mom, when are you

showing my film?

After the band, sweetheart.

I don't want Spider's film.

It's gross. Everyone's nude.

But they're artistic nudes.

It's a metaphor.

Still gross. Mom, please.

It's not p*rn*graphy.

I have a right to

-To criticize the system

-Spider, no.

It's my birthday. No!

Stop, stop it!

Cut it out!

I'd like to see the short film.

-Are these real nudes? Can you see?

-There's plenty of nudity, yes.

It's old, from my student days

in New York.

The Big Apple! I love it.

Well.

I'll see you guys on Friday, then.

Thank you.

The Legolas jar.

Item number 1546.

How do you know that?

I work at Home Warehouse.

What?

Right.

We're leaving. You're leaving. Come on.

Now. Go on. Out, out, out.

Why didn't you tell me that Ramón

works at Home Warehouse?

-What's wrong with that?

-Roxana is addicted to Home Warehouse!

She's banned from the chain.

They found her at the carpentry aisle,

masturbating with a monkey wrench.

You get the picture, right?

Well, we didn't know,

Segundo. Sorry.

Didn't you notice that every single item

here is from Home Warehouse? Ramón!

JOHN BOOKCASE

ITEM 9098

ACHILLES HORSE

ITEM 8977

CLEOPATRA JAR

ITEM 1114

VITUS LAMP

ITEM 3232

Sorry.

One more thing.

Is it true

that you just have one song?

-No.

-Yes.

Yes, it's true.

I don't care how,

but you'll write 12 songs

for Friday. Twelve!

Need to pee, need to pee!

What happened here?

Pablo. He struggles

when he eats pasta.

No, Wilson!

Get off the sofa.

-And that dog?

-Pablo brought him from the bar.

-And that fire?

-Pablo.

Pablo Pablo Pablo.

No, Ramón, this is a disaster

You can't live like this. Talk to him.

It's impossible to reason with Pablo.

Once, I asked him

to do his dishes,

and he pretended I wasn't there,

didn't speak to me all day.

Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo

Pablo Pablo Pablo

Pablo

Well, this is downright abuse.

Be like a mosquito. First, it numbs you.

When it stings, you don't notice.

Say something nice first,

then the unpleasant bit.

-Example. "You look so nice today, Ramón."

-Thank you.

-Could you lend me 2,000 pesos?

-Yes.

No, it's an example, Ramón.

But I could use the cash.

Ramón, you didn't buy toilet roll!

-Didn't you just pee?

-Yes, I use paper to wipe my willy.

Shall we write some hits?

-You look so nice today, Pablo.

-I know.

I want you to leave my house.

What? Are you kicking me out?

I'm your best friend.

It's very hard to live with you.

You don't help with the house chores.

-And when I speak to you, you ignore me.

-Who's the cutest dog? What?

-I want you out of my house.

-Okay, I'm going

To Ceci's place,

she's a real friend.

What? You're not f*cking staying at mine.

And you must write 12 songs. Remember?

I'm not writing anything.

Cancel the gig, this band is over.

-That's fine by me.

-Okay, we cancel.

Porn and ice cream

Porn and ice cream

Okay, wait. You can stay at my place.

But you'll write six songs.

And you'll write another six.

Deal.

-After the birthday party, you'll leave.

-Okay, we'll see.

No, we won't "see," you'll leave.

Yeah, well, when

We'll talk it over later.

Hi.

This is Pablo.

He'll stay here for a few days.

It seems they didn't hear me.

This way.

There. That's your living space,

this is mine.

-But mine is a lot smaller!

-It's my house.

The rules: don't open the fridge,

don't use my bed.

And if you bump into Virginia and Haroldo,

don't talk to them, they're foreign. Okay?

Pablo!

Eating pasta is so difficult!

-Are you Ramón?

-Yes.

Come with me, please.

Oh. Hello, Roxana.

We've searched

17 Home Warehouse stores to find you.

Yes, don't worry. We're writing the songs

with the band. We'll be just in time to

That smell of Home Warehouse

mesmerizes me. I don't know

-Take it away from me, take it away!

-Well, I

No, don't go.

-Get me into the store.

-But you're banned from Home Warehouse.

But you will get me into the store.

But I could get fired.

So what? It's just a job, please

We must be discreet. Discreet.

Maybe we should meet elsewhere.

I know a bar,

I always go there with a friend.

How could I possibly go to a bar?

Can't you see?

I'm married to an important politician.

He could be president of this country.

Please. Remember, it's Sergio Vieira.

Vieira, Vieira

Your best president

You will receive instructions.

How? When? Where?

I don't know. Does it matter?

I command, and it's done. Go.

-Okay, I'm off.

-Stop right there. One moment.

I always want you

dressed like that. Always.

Yes, but careful. It's my only shirt.

-No, sorry.

-Yeah, I

Okay, go on, get lost.

24 FRAMES

CAREER

ROXANA GOES OU

ROXANA COMES BACK

-Hi.

-Hi, how are you?

I came to see your mom to

Discuss the microphone for the gig.

Yeah, but she's already left

-Ceci, yeah.

-Ceci, Ceci, Ceci, Ceci.

Well, I must have come

at the wrong time.

I'm off.

-Okay.

-Bye, see you

2001 MOVIES

I dropped everything.

-Do you like Kubrick?

-I love him. I'm a big fan.

-Really?

-A big fan, yeah, huge fan.

-He was a good friend of my Dad's.

-Stanley?

Who?

-Stanley Kubrick?

-Him, yeah. Yeah.

We traveled together to Villa Gesell.

He's so silly!

-Was.

-Was.

Obviously, he's dead.

So sad.

I was about to have breakfast.

Would you

I haven't had breakfast either.

Perfect timing. Breakfast

At Tiffany's.

Thanks.

A damp stain spreads on the wall

I'm eaten up by boredom

I'm also drop dead gorgeous

It's so hard to be your friend, though

You're a navel-gazing weirdo

To the streets you threw me out

You f*cked up my life, there's no doubt

People call you Selfish b*stard

And your surname's Childish-Dastard

You pretend your friendship's golden

But deep down you're truly rotten

You just make out like I hurt you

But you're bitter and I know you

I think you just went too far

I take it all back

I can't make music if I'm not with you

Can't make music if I'm not with you

Nothing ever sounds true

My voice is turning blue

Without you

Without you

INCOMING CALL

ROXANA CELL PHONE

Hi, Roxana?

This breakfast reminds me

so much of New York.

Where in New York did you live?

In

In the Plaza Hotel.

The Plaza Hotel?

That's so expensive. How is life there?

Yes, it was very close to Central Park,

where my friend lived, the Pigeon Woman.

-Your friend lived in Central Park?

-I'm not quite sure where she slept.

But I love New York. I miss it loads.

The Statue of Liberty, Mr. Sheffield

Juan Cruz, you're taking us to hockey.

I'm not Juan Cruz, you brat!

Well, sorry, Spider. Will you drive us?

Don't mock me.

I won't do it now.

-But Mom said you had to.

-I don't give a f*ck! Go on your own.

-I can't!

-Learn to drive!

-I'm 15!

-Then respect your brother's

-artistic name.

-I won't

Stop!

You, get ready

for hockey practice!

And you, get the car keys

and drive her to hockey!

Okay.

And I'll go pee because I'm bursting!

Why do you yell that?

Because I'm stuck with this voice now!

"Good morning, Lady Cecilia.

Breakfast in bed?"

"No, thanks, I'll have it at the solarium

as I watch my stocks rising."

I'll be out in a second.

Could you wait outside?

I know what your plan is.

What plan?

Well, come in if you want.

I'm watching you.

Are you too busy today?

Yes, I'm submitting a paper tonight.

I'm delayed. I might not get any sleep.

I apologize for the noise,

I was writing music.

Or trying to.

I suppose that the shelf

with the rotten fruit is Ceci's, right?

I don't know what she lives on.

-Cigarettes?

-Whiskey.

-Candy.

-Coffee.

-Lots of hard-boiled eggs.

-Yes.

That's why she has

this acrid smell of goat, right? Like

A pigeon from the Congress building

has a healthier diet.

No, Ceci is filthier

than a pigeon and spreads more diseases.

Totally.

Do you know of a supermarket around here?

There's one, but why? Are you hungry?

Yes.

-If you want, you can have this arepa.

-No

Haroldo always makes loads.

He's clearly not hungry.

Okay.

-I've never eaten arepas.

-This is your first.

His are delicious.

I'd better eat it quickly

before the pigeon tries to snatch it.

It's the first time I've entered a hotel.

Did you bring what I requested?

Yes. I've brought

screw anchors, a dishcloth, a sugar bowl,

sawdust and a monkey wrench.

Lie down.

A little sawdust

Like that.

It tickles.

It It tickles.

And now, the best part.

-No! Not the monkey wrench!

-Why not?

-I'm not liking this game.

-You don't like it?

Then, get me into the store.

It's impossible. I could get fired.

Forget about playing

at my daughter's birthday.

-But that's extortion.

-Yeah, so what?

No, nothing,

just confirming, right? I'm leaving.

What are you guys doing?

We're watching The Sixth Sense.

-Can I join you?

-It's already started, you won't get it.

I've seen it, anyway.

Go on, budge up.

Bruce Willis was dead!

What is she saying?

How can he be dead?

He's talking to the boy.

She's ridiculous.

It's such a shame

you aren't our roommate, my friend.

-Way cooler than having the pigeon here.

-You're so sweet, guys.

At least I know I have fewer

venereal diseases than the pigeon.

-You scared me!

-You look so nice today.

-I know.

-I want you out of my house.

-The mosquito technique again?

-Yes, I just had three rules.

You broke them. You opened the fridge,

talked to my roommates, and used my bed.

-I didn't use your bed.

-No? So, what's that?

I had a little nap because Haroldo's

arepas were too heavy for me.

-He has never offered me arepas.

-Really?

They're scrumptious, seriously.

-Take your stuff and get out.

-Okay.

Wilson! Let's go.

Bye, Pablo. We'll miss you.

We'll never have a roommate

like you, my friend.

Don't go, Pablo.

"This private diary, written in verse,

"belongs to Claudio and his universe."

"My first time was beautiful,

like the notes of a musical."

"Yesterday, my first son was born,

all hairy and forlorn."

"I have a dress for you

and make-up for two."

"My wife is in prison,

like a fish in a tank.

"But the prison is home,

she wears an ankle tag."

"At work, the entire week,

I'm Claudio, so pristine."

"But Thursday nights,

I'm known as Josephine."

"Cross-dressing is my life,

it's so hard to repress it."

"Cross-dressing is my life,

I just want to confess it."

Madam?

Son! I didn't know you were back.

-Why are you dressed like Mirtha Legrand?

-What? I was going for Jackie Kennedy!

I don't understand at all, Dad.

Come, sit down.

I

I'm a cross-dresser.

You're my mother?

No, your mother's your mother.

I am a man who sometimes likes

to dress as a woman.

And on Thursdays,

I go somewhere for a coffee.

What? A g*y coffee?

-What's a g*y coffee?

-What do I know, Dad?

-Or Mom! Or Auntie!

-I am your father!

I can't believe you've kept this

from the family all these years.

No, no, just from you.

Because you are a bit

backward.

Your mom and your brother know.

In fact, Santi did my nails.

-They're beautiful.

-It's called "nail art."

-What's going on?

-Sit at the piano.

It's 4:00 a.m.

and we've fallen out, Pablo.

This is more important.

We must write music for the party.

Yes, well, about that

You'll tell me later.

But listen to this.

"At work, the entire week,

I'm Claudio, so pristine.

"But Thursday nights,

I'm known as Josephine."

-And what is that?

-My dad's intimate diary.

It all rhymes.

We can write the 12 songs with this.

At work, the entire week, I

I'm Claudio so pristine

But Thursday nights

I'm known

I'm known as Josephine

Cross-dressing is my life

Again.

Cross-dressing is my life

Cross, cross-dressing is my life

It's so hard to repress it

I just want to confess it

'Cause cross, cross-dressing is my life

Yesterday, my first son was born

All hairy and forlorn

Yesterday, my first son was born

All hairy and for

My wife is in prison

Like a fish in a tank

But the prison is home

She wears, she wears, she wears

An ankle tag

Ankle tag

And make-up for two

-Guys!

-Hang on, Ceci!

What's up?

Roxana called, she canceled.

No, I can't believe

we wrote 12 songs in vain.

I traveled all the way

from Zárate at 5:00 a.m. f*ck!

Guys, don't worry.

I know how to sort this out.

There it is. Great.

The security cameras

have several blind spots.

I'll be guiding you.

Never let go of me.

Oh, well

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

OLIVIA

This is a special day.

The birthday of my daughter.

Olivia.

I want to use this opportunity,

among all these young people,

to move forward.

Forward, stimulating production,

and this is attained by

But it's easy to understand

if we speak about corruption.

-Vieira

-Corruption

That's enough.

That's all. Thank you

for being here today.

And let's make of this a better country.

Thank you very much.

No, that way. Go.

The stairs are that way. There.

Well.

And now, the moment

you've all been waiting for

Please welcome, The Feeble-Minded!

A big round of applause, please!

Who?

Who are they?

Pablo?

What's wrong?

This is madness.

Why?

Can't you see?

A month ago, we played instruments

for the first time in our lives.

Suddenly, we can write music.

You have absolute pitch!

We wrote 12 songs in one night.

It's just unbelievable.

Pablo.

Is that really it?

Or are you afraid of playing live?

Yes, it's true, I'm afraid.

Don't worry.

Sorry for taking Wilson to your place,

and for making a fire in the living room.

It's all right, Pablo.

-I do miss Wilson.

-Yes, what a beautiful dog.

What's wrong, boys?

Good evening, Argentina!

Do you want some rock?

We're giving it to you!

Smoke, please.

Cross-dressing is my life

Cross-dressing is my life

At work, the entire week

I'm Claudio, so pristine

But Thursday nights

I'm known, I'm known as Josephine

Cross, cross-dressing is my life

It's so hard to repress it

I just want to confess it

'Cause cross, cross-dressing is my life

It's so hard to repress it

I just want to confess it

'Cause cross

Come on!

Cross-dressing is my life

Cross-dressing is my life

I'm fed up with people telling me

"Hey, take off that skirt, you freak"

-Howdy? Uh

-Sit down.

Words will never break my bones

I know my legs look hot and toned

-The band, overall

-Kiss me.

Cross, cross-dressing is my life

It's so hard to repress it

I just want to confess it

'Cause cross

Cross-dressing is my life

It's so hard to repress it

I just want to confess it

'Cause cross

Cross-dressing is my life

It's so hard to repress it

I just want to confess it

'Cause cross

A damp stain spreads on the wall

I'm eaten up by boredom

I'm also drop dead gorgeous

It's so hard to be your friend, though

You're a navel-gazing weirdo

To the streets you threw me out

You f*cked up my life, there's no doubt

People call you Selfish b*stard

And your surname's Childish-Dastard

You pretend your friendship's golden

But deep down you're truly rotten

You make out like I hurt you

But you're bitter and I know you

I think you just went too far

I take it all back

I can't make music if I'm not with you