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Hack Banque Cantonal?
Yeah. Go deep. Direct account access. Can you do it or not?
Yeah, yeah, I can.
But they scramble the codes all the time, dude...
- you'd have to use them fast. - No problem.
How much, Nene?
Diamonds, Lolo. Lots.
- I'll get on it right now. - Good.
- What'd he say? - He'll get on it now.
"Now"' or "right now?"
full penetration on one CD with 24 hours to use it.
Fine. When?
- I'll let you know. - Fine.
- How long have you lived in Mexico? - Long enough.
And you still don't know what "now"' means?
Fucking Swiss ingrates.
C'mon, move your spidery ass.
Nice one.
- He died, he died. - He died 'cause his number was up.
- He died from smoking like a chimney. - Nobody dies from just smoking.
- More smokers die than non-smokers. - Where'd you get that from?
Statistics, kid.
Statistics, check him out, statistics...
Lots of people die from lung cancer and never touch a cigarette...
Wanna know why?
'Cause assholes like you blew smoke in their faces!
No, there are a lot of variables...
and when they all coincide, you die.
I know people pushing eighty...
still puffing away.
That's part coincidence, and partly not.
Yeah, but more so than not.
Nene? I locked into Switzerland, dude.
- We're on our way. - How long?
- Half an hour. - Buzz and I'll come down.
"Statistics." Statistics, my ass.
Coincidence, my balls.
Svoboda? It's Nene.
- Forty minutes and you got it. - Good.
- That's fine. I've got to go. - But I haven't finished.
Paquita? We're on the flight tonight.
About time too, fuckin' Eulogia...
I know you're leaving today.
I know you're not coming back.
I know the fever will take me over...
and I'll die from the heat. You give me fever.
When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight.
Please listen to me, baby.
I am dying for you.
These hot embers inside me...
burn only for you. You give me fever!
When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight.
Love fever!
Save my soul, don't leave me...
please don't go away.
I'm tortured by this fever...
and I can't live without you.
Eulogia, it's me, Andrea.
Hi. What a surprise! Can I help you?
Did Eulogia leave?
Yeah... I think so. I think I heard her go. Why?
She was going to leave my key in the plant pot. Have you got a copy?
No, no, of course not.
- Lf the tenants don't offer me one... - Of course...
Lolo, do me a favour? Could I use your phone?
My phone?
So I can call Joaquin, from upstairs.
Eulogia was supposed to leave my key so he could move that plant in.
Just a sec.
I'll page him cause his wife's on the jealous side...
Hey, wait a minute... Isn't this your key?
Yes. Yes. That's it.
She must have got the wrong pot...
But if Joaquin brought this one...
- Don't worry about it. - But it's impossible.
It could happen to anyone.
Thanks, Lolo. I've been a bit on edge these days...
My phone?
See you in a while.
- Hello? - Andrea? It's Claudia. What's up?
- No news. Nothing. - Call him.
Let him answer my emails, I'm not going begging.
Maybe he heard something.
Fifty year-olds freak when they feel threatened by a younger man.
Be kind and give him a call.
He's 44, Claudia.
And has been conducting long enough to know what goes on in an orchestra.
He knows several are willing to do you a favour.
Yeah, young...
and stupid. Sleep with them once and they think they own you.
You can't even rehearse in peace.
Girl, you're not getting any younger yourself.
Carlos is offering you First Cello in Seville.
- It's way to get back to Spain. - Sure, but Spain's no prize for me.
First, he's got to work things out with his ex. I won't be his lover.
I've got Joaquin for that, and he's 100 percent married.
- Who, the gardener from upstairs? - Claudia, I gotta hang up...
something's wrong with the computer. I'll call support.
- I'll call you later. - Fine.
You're an angel! Sorry to bother you, but I just don't get it.
It's not your fault. These cloned computers...
sometimes you just get a bad processor...
and if the processor is bad, then the chips start to go...
- Heard anything from Carlos? - Emails get lost, don't they?
Not if they were sent.
Fucking Carlos.
You're too good for that second rate orchestra in Seville.
The London Philharmonic at least. Take lessons from Yo-Yo Ma...
Find me a man who's got the dough and I'm there.
He could be a toad or a geek. Music makes up for everything.
So, what are you up to?
Well, actually, I'm closing what you might call...
a very lucrative business deal. Many thousands of dollars...
That's great!
Well, if you could check out my computer...
Carlos might have written by now. I'm gonna take a shower.
I don't know what I'd do without you.
Lolo! Can you get the door?
Yes... sorry, coming, coming...
- This is Andrea's apartment, right? - Yes.
I'm Lolo.
I'm her neighbour.
- We met once before. - Lf you don't mind...
Lolo? Who is it?
What the... Carlos!
Okay, look, say you've got a cell.
A human cell.
Now, for whatever reason that cell's on the verge of going berserk.
One fine fucking day when your defences are down...
that cell's gonna blow.
Smoke, don't smoke, whatever... You're gone.
- That's the hotel... - What?
That's where we're going later.
See what I mean? See what I'm saying?
is full of fucking coincidences.
I'm out of cigarettes...
and that's the Russians' hotel.
- What? - Now that's a fucking coincidence!
In that hotel I had the sweetest piece of ass ever.
They were playing this song. And the song, the girl and me...
we all came together. Now, that's a fucking coincidence!
Yeah, sure. Deaf as a post...
You have good taste.
A pack of "Tropicales".
Just a moment.
Helps keep me from temptation. Smoking's not allowed in here.
- Want one? - Okay.
Didn't you say it wasn't allowed?
Customers can.
Where are you from?
Villa Ortuzar...
Buenos Aires.
- What are you doing here? - Data Transmission...
Door to door.
- Thanks. - Hey...
That's one of the few things in life worth living for.
Get away!
See if this helps you understand, my dear Thompson.
This, is one of the few things in life worth living for.
But blow your spare smoke at someone else.
I'm dying for it...
Me too.
Well, let's see... Off with your belt!
Andrea? It's me, Claudia. What's up?
- No news. Nothing. - Call him.
Let him answer my emails, I'm not going begging.
Maybe he heard something.
Fifty year-olds freak when they feel threatened by a younger man.
Who is it?
Just a minute.
He's 44, Claudia.
And has been conducting long enough to know what goes on in an orchestra.
He knows you've several...
... they think they own you. You can't even rehearse in peace.
Girl, you're not getting any younger yourself.
Carlos is offering you First Cello in Seville.
Who was that?
Nobody. Wrong number.
What's up?
- Are you all right? - Yes, of course, no, yes...
Hey, why don't we go out to dinner?
- Weren't you going to scrub my back? - Right...
Get into the shower. I'll be right there.
Isn't this your key?
- Who is it? - It's me, Andrea.
Can I come in?
I'm expecting clients any minute now.
Somebody's recording my phone calls.
Could you check out the answering machine?
- But they'll be here any minute... - Please!
Leave the door ajar, that way you'll hear them ring...
I suppose so.
Andrea! What are you doing!
Open up!
Open up... Open up, goddamn it!
- Andrea, open the door. - Son of a fucking bitch!
Wait. Don't touch anything.
Open up and I'll show you everything.
- Fucking perverted peeping tom! - Let me explain.
It's not what you think!
Andrea, I love you!
I adore you.
I only did it to protect you!
I've watched you sleeping like an angel all night...
I have all your practice sessions on CD.
Open the door, we can listen to them together!
I've seen you cry in your sleep and cried with you...
No one knows you better than me. I don't want you to ever cry again.
I can give you everything you want, Master classes...
an apartment...
I just want to keep...
keep being your neighbour.
Oh, fuck no...
Thousands of silly fucking things can kill you before this does.
I'll bring it right down.
Alright Lolo, let's go.
Nene, I can't go. I've got problems with this girl in my building...
- Just bring back my share. - Lolo, please get in the car.
I've got a serious problem. And I forgot my glasses.
Lolo, this deal pans out, no neighbour will resist you.
Whatever then. But make it quick.
Got a smoke?
Later. It bothers Thompson if you smoke in the car.
Hey, Thompson.
Stupid cow!
What's the matter?
This is full of mistakes.
One, two, three boxes without prices. And who knows how many more...
It's a few little boxes.
Why can't you just admit you screwed up?
The problem is that for you I screw up everything...
so I end up screwing it up.
- So now it's my fault? - No, it's not like that. It's just...
You put the labels on wrong and I end up being the asshole.
All right, we're done.
Clara, the problem is I'm dying for a smoke...
and it's makes me nervous.
C'mon... Don't say I offended you?
You know what? I'm gonna take a fast shower...
and we'll forget all about accounts and labels...
which in the end nobody gives a fuck about.
Then, we'll have a quickie before some customer comes in.
No, Beto, not today.
Come on, it'll do us good.
Look, look how tense you are...
What is it? Headache?
No, it's not that. I haven't felt well all day...
Didn't show. Doesn't show now, either.
Seriously, Beto. I don't feel well.
Does it repulse you when I touch you?
When I kiss you?
Answer me, goddamn it!
All of a sudden you're so sick...
but I heard you giggling with that asshole from the lab this morning.
- We were discussing discounts. - I bet.
You nearly died laughing. And I give you a headache?
Look what you made me do! Goddamn it!
What are you doing?
Don't you know what I'm going through trying to quit that shit?
Don't even think about going outside. There are fucking maniacs everywhere.
I miss you...
Like the waving trees miss the autumn...
And in those nights when sleep escapes me...
You can't imagine, love...
how much I miss you.
I miss you...
in every step...
in which I feel my solitude.
In every moment...
I miss you.
For example, you break your neck in the bathtub...
get bitten by a rabid dog, struck by lightning...
get shoved under the metro. A bus comes...
as you step off the curb without looking...
suffocated, electrocuted...
- There are nineteenth million ways... - Nine-teen...
Say it. Nine-teen. Say it.
- Nine-teen. - There...
Be the wiseguy now, Nene...
but keep sucking down smoke like that and you'll never reach my age.
Whatever. I'd rather have a short, good life than a long, boring one.
- Doesn't prove the contrary... - The contrary of what?
Of what you're saying.
And what am I saying?
The same as I am, for God's sake. We're saying the same fucking thing.
No. No, sir. No we're not.
I said short.
Good evening.
The rocks, please.
It all depends what you call short and what you call long.
- What's he say? - You've given us shit!
Fuck, that could be my neighbour.
- What did he say? - There is not a fucking thing on it.
Right. Do you think we're stupid?
He might be right. It might not have anything on it.
Give me the disc.
He's copying it, the fucking Russian! He's copying it!
You okay, Nene?
- You got hit, kid, you got hit. - Get him!
Over there!
Wait! It was my mistake, dude...
It was that girl...!
We can fix it, man!
Baby, gimme kisses from your lips...
from those lips that drive me wild.
I want a tasty little kiss...
Goyo, did you take money from that Russian?
Yes, to pay the mortgage.
Fucking Russian...
he must be round here somewhere.
Let's go to the chemist's so they can plug that hole.
No... I'll manage.
Don't be an idiot...
We'll look for the Russian later.
All set, Don Alberto.
Don Alberto!
You're all set, just let me brush you down.
No, no, don't look for it. It's on the house.
I'll see you out.
Take it easy, now.
Come back whenever you want.
God bless you, Don Alberto.
He gets a free haircut and I can't afford cigarettes?
Like what that old man could pay would make a difference.
It's that stupid way of thinking that got us where we are.
Do you know how much you spend on cigarettes, Carmen?
See? When God closes a window a door opens.
Still open?
Sorry to be cautious, but we can't be too careful these days.
- Can I help you? - I want to shave beard and head.
- Didn't you like the way I cut it? - Yes liked. But changed mind.
Keep your mouth shut, you look prettier!
Inside, come on.
Don't hurt me, please.
Take everything, but please, don't hurt me.
- It's all in the top drawer... - This isn't a fucking hold-up!
Look after Nene's wound.
I can't. I've never dressed a wound like that before.
Where does that door go to?
To an inner yard.
Are you alone?
Quick. Get the fucking Russian... I'll pull through.
- You gonna be okay? - That depends...
- On what? - On where the bullet went in.
You damn well better be okay.
And you...
Give him your strongest painkillers, clean and bandage the wound.
If anything happens to him, I'll kill you. Got it?
I'll be right back, you stubborn fool.
Give me a cigarette.
It's not a good idea, if you're wounded...
Give me a cigarette!
What the fuck?
Are you allergic?
To chocolate...
but I'm not sure.
Not sure?
A lot of different variables have to coincide:
The type of cocoa, whether it's got milk...
Where's the key to this door?
- Isn't it in the lock? - No.
It's got to be around, or in the counter drawer.
I never use that door.
Go in there...
Shaved bald?
Yes. Head and beard.
That's two items. Eighty for the head and eighty for the beard.
- A hundred sixty total. - Yes, whatever.
Shall I take yourjacket and your briefcase?
It's just fine here.
- Paquita? - Yeah...
Svoboda. Things got fucked up. Bad fucked up.
- What happened? - I'm hit, but got away.
- You've got the rocks? - Yes. Not deliver...
- You're sure? - Yes. Got them...
- All? - Yeah, yeah, all twenty.
- In the belly. - In the belly?
In the belly. Don't know how got in...
- Sure you're okay? - Cancel flight, get surgeon.
- I take taxi. - No, wait, no...
You hear me?
I get shot. You cut me no razor, no scissors.
Just shaver.
- You've got a bullet in there? - Stayed in.
Problem being fat.
Oh, shit! Rib is broke.
Do you want a drink of water?
No, I'm fine.
- How"s this? - Perfect. Sit down!
I'll do my best...
you're aiming that at me...
and I can't do it like that. Not without cooperation.
he died...
He's dead.
Why did you hang up on me, asshole?
Those diamonds are my life!
Where are you? We'll get you...
Svoboda? Are you okay? Don't fucking hang up...
What are you looking for?
I just heard he has diamonds.
In the belly...
What the fuck are you talking about?
He said he had them in his belly.
Of course... he swallowed them.
He must be in the Russian Mafia.
Look, it was on TV.
Carriers swallow capsules with diamonds, cocaine, whatever...
and then they take a laxative.
This Russian...
Has 20 diamonds in his belly.
That's a fortune, Goyo.
And it's something that goes way beyond your equilibrium...
something that takes you over.
It's desire, passion...
a dream that can save you or damn you.
Live it intensely until it hurts...
until you can't wake up...
until you still want more...
This is radio from the heart of the soul...
it's pleasure and pain...
after all, nobody's perfect.
This is Mariano, and I'm delighted to be with you.
It'll have to be in your butt.
- Does it hurt? - No, no.
I hate injections, but you've got a gentle touch.
Take off yourjacket.
You're lucky, it came back out.
- You've got to get to hospital. - No fucking way.
You could die.
I have to hear this from you, too?
How old are you?
Aren't you afraid of dying?
Yeah, but it's not that simple.
- What do you mean? - It's a matter of probabilities.
Nobody dies before their time.
Wait, wait, wait!
What are you doing?
That's alcohol...
Don't you have hydrogen peroxide?
Don't be such a sissy. Bite this.
What about you?
How old are you?
Check it out...
You're like, the same age as my mom...
but you look much younger...
A towel...
Fucking liar...
Nobody here, huh?
The key! Give me the key!
He always goes straight to bed after he's showered.
- Give me the fucking key! - Listen.
We've been robbed five times this year...
he quit smoking and is going crazy. If he sees a gun...
Fuck him. Shut up and open the door.
Goddamn it, there's no fresh towels!
Please go.
Do you hear?
I'm coming, Beto! I've got a customer!
Let me give him his towel. I know him.
He'll head straight off to bed.
Alright. But open your mouth and you're dead.
Your call will be transferred to voicemail.
Nene, don't disconnect! No time for ass-kissing, kid!
I haven't seen the shadow of the Russian...
Okay, smoke if you've got to, but...
don't go and die on me, kid.
I'm calling the police.
- No... - Yes, Carmen.
- What for? - So they'll come!
But what for? So they can pocket the diamonds?
- He's got them in his guts! - And?
And? What do you mean, "and"?
Whatever you're thinking, Carmen...
don't count on me.
I haven't counted on you for a long time...
- Me neither... - That's not true.
If my brother hadn't helped us out, we wouldn't even have this dump!
- I never told you to ask him! - You're no good even for that.
- And your brother is? - Of course he is!
He's worked like a dog to get where he is.
Ripping off Social Security! Selling them recycled junk!
That's not true!
It was a false accusation. They never proved a thing!
Goyo, look...
If we call the police...
those diamonds will disappear.
We're the only ones who saw this guy come in.
But he's dead.
Can you imagine digging diamonds out of a dead man's guts?
The small intestine alone is twenty-four feet long...
But twenty diamonds is a lot of rocks.
We can feel for them from the outside.
In that ball of fat?
You've got strong fingers.
Then what?
With the razor...
You're out of your mind!
We've made so many sacrifices.
If anybody deserves a prize like this it's us.
We could go to Acapulco, Cancun...
the Bahamas, buy a 36 inch TV set...
- and a DVD like To? O's got... - See?
You'd spend it on crap and next year we'll be broke again.
we'll have to wait for a few months before selling them...
But To? O has contacts...
To? O, To? O!
You think I don't have balls or ambition? Is that what you think?
No, Goyo. Let's not fight.
It's just that stolen diamonds are not easy to sell and To? O...
Enough of To? O!
To? O could, To? O can!
Here, call that hot shit brother of yours. Go on.
Let To? O come and fix it all...
because he solves everything.
Carmen, if anything goes wrong...
I wasn't here and I saw nothing.
Hey, is it that bad?
Sorry, bad joke.
No formal complaint and I can't interfere in family quarrels.
We had an appointment, remember?
I'm on my way out. Later...
It doesn't matter. I can wait until Do? A Carmen finishes her customer.
Well, she hasn't finished...
First thing tomorrow...
- First thing... - I can't.
There's been a bad Code Nine near here...
The chief said he'd arrest me if I didn't get my hair cut.
Just run the shaver round the back, you can do the rest tomorrow.
Your call will be transferred to voice mail.
Nene, it's me, Lolo, dude...
Fuck man, I hope you're okay...
I just saw the Russian in a barber shop near here.
I think the bastard's hurt.
Nene, the CD wasn't his fault.
It was all a mix up.
It was that crazy situation with my neighbour...
Later I'll explain it to you.
But we've still got time, right?
I'll penetrate Switzerland right away...
and get the information. Just take a fucking second...
- Here... - Now I've got you, honey!
- No, let me go, please. - Don't make me beg.
- Let me go, Beto! - What the fuck's wrong with you?
You bit me!
You fucking bitch! You'll pay for this!
I've had it with your bullshit headaches!
- Open up! - No, enough!
I haven't got a headache. I haven't got a headache!
I've never had one in my life! It was all a lie. Get it?
Open the door or I'll break it down!
I've fucking had it with never knowing where I'll screw up next!
Clara, I just wanted to hold you!
- Open the door! - Leave me alone!
When it's not towels, it's prices or whatever the hell you can think of!
If the labels are wrong, they're wrong!
- I don't care! - You just can't admit you fuck up!
- Open the door! - I can't take it anymore.
- Shall I break it down? - I can't even smoke in my own house!
- Clara, open up, goddamn it! - I'm through! Today it ended!
Open up!
I'm leaving... I'm leaving right now.
Do you hear?
I'm leaving!
I'm going...
I've had it. I can't take it anymore...
- lf you don't like it, kill me. - Clara! Open up!
If you want I'll get rid of the fucker.
I owe you one, right?
Someone's knocking!
Gee, Don Goyo, really, thanks a lot.
Yes, yes.
- Do you smoke, Do? A Carmen? - Oh, yes, thank you...
I'll keep it for when I'm finished... Yes.
Light it. Light it up.
Oh, I'm sorry, the towel got caught on your beard...
Did I pull too hard?
If the Chief were to catch me with sideburns like his...
Must be a relief not to shave every day though, right?
But isn't it itchy when it's hot?
He's asleep.
How I envy him!
I wish I could just drop off any place...
With my shifts, I hardly catch three hours in a row.
Got that ashtray?
Hey, is that blood?
No, no. It's the red grease I use on the chairs so they'll roll easily.
Red grease? As runny as that?
It must have got mixed up with some older grease...
Listen, that's blood, look at that wound in his gut...
Put your hands on your head!
- What are you doing? - Move!
Easy, easy... I won't do anything.
I said, hands on your head!
Tie him up. Only an idiot would have let him in!
He let himself in. Didn't you?
- The door was open. - Take his gun!
Don't aim at me, it could go off...
Take his gun and tie him up, I said!
- Where are you going? - To get some rope!
First take away his gun!
Just calm down. Let me help...
Holy fuck! You killed him!
You blew it by letting him in.
Check. He might not be dead.
Don't be a faggot...
Lay him down.
- I'm not touching him... - Lay him down, I said!
- You aiming at me, Carmen? - Don't tempt me!
There. Now, stop pointing that at me.
Put him in there.
- No, not until we've talked... - No, Goyo!
I'm not going out that door...
as poor as I was when I came in this morning!
Not you nor anyone will stop me!
Evening, Do? A Clara...
- Good evening, Memo. - Everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine. Something you need?
Is Beto in?
He's asleep.
He went off to bed a while ago...
- Anything wrong? - No, I got something for him.
Sure you're all right? You look like you've been...?
Are you helping a customer?
Beto! It's me, Memo! How you doing, buddy?
Memo! How"re you doing?
Clara, let me out, I want to talk to Memo.
Oh, so you got the lion in a cage?
You surprise me, Do? A Clara. Mind if I come in?
The thing is... actually, Beto and I were...
- Oh, you were? - No, nothing like that.
See, I made a mistake on some price tags...
and you know how Beto is.
Well, come on, he's at ground zero.
Imagine forty cigarettes a day and suddenly, nothing!
Give him a few days and he'll calm down.
Memo, don't go, I wanna talk to you!
Clara, now, please open the door.
Can I talk to him a sec?
Let him in and come straight back here.
No, Thompson, I swear I didn't. The CD was all ready...
It was pure coincidence, just bad luck...
- You too, punk? - Me too, what?
Coincidence, my balls!
All right, but at least let's warn the Russian, before...
Either shut up, or I'll shut you up. Got it?
- All right. - Okay. I'll shut up.
But let me call my neighbour and tell her what happened.
Please don't ask him in.
My eyes are all swollen...
- How"s it going, Memo? - What's up?
- Hey, don't be mad... - No problem...
I brought you some packs...
I'll bring the rest tomorrow.
Got what I gave you nearby?
Cool, just there's been a shooting, there's a couple bastards around.
Just keep cool. Go do what you've got to.
- Catch you later. - See you.
What the fuck is going on inside your head?
Go to bed and we'll talk about it tomorrow, Beto.
I'll go to bed when I fucking want to!
What's this?
What have you been doing? What did I ask you?
Enough, Beto, okay?
You made me look an asshole so you could smoke?
It wasn't me, Beto.
What are you talking about?
Go on, get out of here!
Nene? The heat is gone.
Poke him in the guts.
Cut where you feel the stones.
I can't feel a thing...
Cut him. Start with the stomach.
I can't... I can't, I can't do it.
Get your brother to bring the ultrasound he used for his cons...
I wish you were half as bright as him!
Oh yes, his ideas are all brilliant! I admit it.
I've never been any good at business...
but I've broken my back to set up this barber's shop.
What have you done? You just take courses:
Computers, tourism, sushi!
- Enough, Goyo! - It's not fucking enough!
Go on, shoot me!
Maybe then you'll stop giving me shit!
You have two new messages.
Nene, don't disconnect. No time for ass-kissing, kid!
I haven't see the shadow of the Russian...
Okay, smoke if you've got to. But don't go and die on me, kid.
Nene, it's me, Lolo, dude.
I just saw the Russian in a barber shop near here.
You tried to kill me, you bitch...
You tried to kill me!
Get out of here. I'll do it myself.
Get out of here, damn it!
If you want to help...
start wrapping Sanchez up in rubbish bags.
Poor old Sanchez... He even said thank you.
- Where's the Russian? - What's up?
What the fuck are you doing?
Don't kill us...
we didn't do anything to your friend, he just died.
The rocks.
- Where are the rocks? - They aren't there...
I can't find them.
They aren't in his briefcase.
He said he had them in his belly...
But I've searched his guts and I couldn't find a fucking stone.
You got the wrong belly, you fucking lunatic.
Take this!
Get it from him!
Nene, hang on.
It was an accident, we'll fix it.
Nene, don't fuck with me, dude.
Oh, dude.
Oh, man.
Oh, dude.
Honestly, Officer, believe me...
I swear I didn't do it. He died all by himself.
I swear. Wait till Goyo gets here, he'll tell you...
There he is! Goyo! Goyo!
I'd debut with Tchaikovsky Variations for Cello and Orchestra.
- I'm an idiot. - I love you, my darling...
I love you... I love you.
A fucking idiot.
- And then Milan? - At La Scala.
- And Berlin? - At the Konzert Haus.
- Vienna? - The Musik Vereine.
- London? - The Royal Albert.
I'd love to meet Yo-Yo Ma... Take master classes with him.
Radio Messages, good evening.
- Good evening, Miss. - Your code, please.
- 23, 241. - Name?
- Joaquin Lopez. - Message, please.
Why don't you come down and put that plant you know where.
The door's open, don't be long...
- Andrea. - Andrea?
Yes, Andrea.
I'm Italian.
- Thank you. - Good evening.
But who the fuck...? Andrea, how could you?
I'll kill you. Son of a bitch! I'll kill you...
Hey, take it easy, calm down!
It was her fault, she left the door open for me!
- What do you mean? - Tell him! Tell him!
You crazy fucking bitch! That's what...
I come courting you, and you screwing around with...
Five guys, Carlos.
First and Second Violins, Oboe, Trombone...
and the conductor himself!
You're a whore!
- Whore? - Yeah!
Get out!
Get out of here and never come back!
Get out!
Hey, Godinez...
- You gotta smoke? - No, sir.
That was close...
You see?
You could've kept smoking.
- To? O? - Yeah, who's this?
- It's Goyo. - Goyo?
- How you doing, To? O? - It's a little late...
- Yes, I'm sorry about that... - What? What happened?
I just wanted to say, if it's not too much trouble...
- Well, spit it out! - To? O, you're such hot shit...
Iook after your sister.
- What are you talking about? - Good luck.
Fucking crazy night.
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