Ninis (2022): Season 1, Episode 6 - Los Ninis descubren que el arte verdadero, nunca muere - full transcript
Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix...
She's passed out? You
just got here, right?
Sofi, may I get a mezcal?
Mezcal, coming up!
So, how is her
painting career going?
Not very good.
I feel kind of bad for her.
There must be
something we can do.
You can buy her
paintings, for example.
No, don't exaggerate.
She told me she doesn't
want to paint anymore.
It's the best
thing she could do.
"Every trade to his man."
What?
What I mean is that everyone
should just stick
to what they know.
Rodri, I understood.
That's not how you say it.
I'm pretty sure that it is.
Okay. Yeah, back to the subject.
In this case, what
would be Rebeca's trade?
Why don't you try to figure
something out to cheer her up?
Kurt Cobain?
Amy Winehouse!
Rodri, sweetie,
let me think, okay?
Sorry. But did you know they
all died at the same age?
Yeah, they're from
the "27 Club."
They all died when they were 27.
That really sucks.
Sure does. It really sucks.
After they died, they
sold a lot more records.
The "27 Club"...
No! Hold on tight, guys.
No! Chesca, we are not going
to fake Rebeca's death.
Not with that
attitude you're not.
You wouldn't even know how.
You know what? I don't want
to hear anymore about this.
I'm going to put Rebeca to
bed. Morales, come help me.
No, I want to hear
more about this.
Vale!
Rebeca, where are you?
Vale!
My God. Hold on.
I really love your accent.
Come on, let's get you up.
- Vale, do you remember...?
- Hold on to me.
Okay, Chesca, what's the plan?
Bring your laptop here.
Do you remember when...?
Right here.
Seriously, Morales?
Vale, I want to thank you
for being with me from the
very... The very start.
Okay, Chesca,
how is your plan supposed to
make Rebeca feel any better?
It's simple. When she wakes up,
she'll find out she
sold many paintings.
And that'll make her
feel really good.
So what are we going to do
to make people believe
that Rebeca's dead?
With the magic of the fake news.
REBECA VARELA. YOUNG AND
TALENTED PAINTER DIES
Okay! This proves the internet
is a really sick place.
But that still
doesn't mean that...
They're chiming in.
COMMENTS
NO WAY! ONE OF MY FAVORITES.
I CAN'T BELIEVE ONE OF
OUR GREATS HAS PASSED.
SHE WAS A GREAT
INNOVATOR OF ARTS.
I MET HER BEFORE SHE DIED.
I WAS HER FAN BEFORE
SHE WAS EVEN FAMOUS.
Yeah.
"In memory
of the great artist,
an auction will be held
"with the best of her works."
You see? She's an
instant success.
The life of an artist.
Well, they weren't
really that awful.
This is total nonsense!
Yeah, maybe it is.
But this is going to
help Rebeca feel better.
That doesn't seem to be the
reason we're doing this.
You are only taking
advantage of this!
And you certainly
had a lot of fun
faking someone's death, right?
And, you!
I honestly never know
why you do what you do!
You know what, Vale?
We don't need any bad
vibes on a day like this.
He's right.
Show respect,
you're at a funeral.
- Good afternoon.
- Just a second, please.
Okay, they're
starting to arrive.
This guy's contemporary
art is childlike and tacky.
What's the difference between
contemporary and normal?
Contemporary artists are
jerks who stick gum on walls,
take pictures, and boom!
They sell it for millions.
In fact, this guy
is one of those.
He takes pictures
of gum on walls
and sells them for millions.
That's considered art?
Think in millions, Morales.
Good afternoon, I'm Rob Foreiro.
Is this the funeral
for the artist?
- I would imagine that you are...
- Her agent.
What a loss, what a great loss.
Pretty cool, right?
Disgusting.
How are you, Beca?
I want to die.
No, don't say that.
Alright, you gave it a
try and it didn't work.
But that happens. You don't
have to get depressed.
I'm not depressed.
That's good.
I don't want you to
worry about me, Rodri.
After all, you're like the
oldest person in our group.
Just a few months.
You never even finished writing
your thesis, so why lie?
You're never going to finish it.
You've never had a job, Rodri.
You live in my apartment.
You know how long since
you've paid me rent?
It's been a full six months.
Six months without paying
rent, stinking of rotten egg.
And it doesn't matter how
much I try to analyze it,
the one with the least
future in the group is you.
And you're gaining weight.
Alright, I have an idea.
You two will pretend
to be a couple
who knows a whole lot about art.
Why do we have to
pretend to be a couple?
Let him finish talking.
As I was saying, you'll
pretend to be a couple.
A couple who knows
a lot about art.
And you'll convince
people to buy everything.
Alright, so...
The artist
was inspired by the Renaissance
and by Expressionism.
You must forgive my husband.
He is a bit of an idiot.
He doesn't know about art
as much as you and I do.
Do you know who I am?
Of course I do. Your
exhibition on mint gum...
I prefer "Chewing Substance".
I'm pretty sure I've
seen that guy somewhere.
Obviously, he's an artist.
And stop insulting me.
That guy there is a phony.
We'll just sweeten him up
and we'll have him here
eating out of our hands.
Okay.
Well, I was waiting
for someone special.
Is it here?
Just a minute, please.
It's Jazmín Lopes.
Jazmín, who?
Nice to meet you. Jazmín
Lopes with an "S".
Jazmín with an "S"
or López with an "S"?
Lopes, sweetheart.
What kind of name would
Jazmín be with an "S"?
- What kind of name would...?
- Do all of you know the artist?
Well, I knew her
before she died.
I knew her before
she became famous.
I knew her before
she started painting.
Well, it thrills me to know
that her great talent is
finally being recognized.
Allow me to
introduce her to you.
Jazmín Lopes.
With an "S".
Yes, of course.
Jazmín Lopes,
the best contemporary art
critic in the country.
So that means you go
see gum stuck on walls
and get paid for it.
You must forgive my husband.
He is, to put it
lightly, an idiot.
I'm Valeria Shávez with a "SH".
Art collector.
Would you excuse me a second?
I leave you to your
gallery slash exhibition.
Come.
What are you doing?
They won't stop insulting me.
Sorry. Forgive him.
He is an art collector,
who is obviously deeply
affected by the death of Rebeca.
Yes.
All of us are so
saddened by her death.
How dare you show
up here all drunk?
Rebeca...
Rebeca will be fine, Rodri.
You have to take your
role very seriously.
My role?
You need to interpret a
successful multimillionaire
who's here to buy all
of Rebeca's paintings.
But I'm not a businessman
nor successful.
I'm a nobody.
"Every trade to his man."
That's not how it goes, Rodri.
It isn't?
Man. "Every man to his trade".
What? "Every man to..."
That doesn't make
any sense, Morales.
Okay. Rodri, just focus, okay?
Do it for Rebeca, if you will.
Okay? Very good.
And you, go see how
the deceased is doing.
How are you doing, Beca?
I want to die.
What did you do to Rodri?
Nothing, I told him
that I'm not depressed,
because I'm not depressed.
Morales,
you're the one I admire
most out of the group.
No, I mean it.
Let's say I put
myself in your place
and end up falling
in love with somebody
who will never,
ever
notice me.
I would be so sad, Morales,
that's really so sad.
Let's talk about her boyfriend.
- No, no...
- No, wait, hold on.
Lady "Shihuahua"
has a boyfriend.
You knew that, right,
Morales? Tell me, yes.
- Yes.
- Okay.
And he's handsome
and rich too. Yeah?
- Yeah.
- A millionaire, yes.
He has a job, a future,
doesn't stink like rotten
eggs, he's well endowed.
And you're gaining weight.
Did you like this
painting? Yeah?
Too bad, I'm thinking
of buying it.
I thought this was
going to be an auction.
No, I'm gonna be buying it.
Valeria, come here, come!
Are you alright, my love?
No, don't you call me
"my love", you liar.
What's the matter?
That you don't love me!
You don't have to say
it. I know you don't.
What's going on here?
Please, forgive me. I'll
step out for a few seconds.
Don't start the
auction without me!
Just go, like always. Running
away from our problems.
Okay.
Good afternoon.
Just a second, please.
He's arrived, he's here already.
- Who?
- Erik Ibarra.
Who's that?
Erik Ibarra is one of the
most important art collectors
in the whole country.
If anyone buys anything,
it would be him!
Let him in.
Good afternoon, everyone.
Good afternoon,
Lord of the arts,
Erik Ibarra, welcome
to this, your funeral.
Yes, thank you.
You know? I'm a little
bit rushed for time
so I'd like to know at what
time the auction is starting.
What a coincidence. We
were about to start.
I welcome you to this auction.
Come on in, thank you.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
Why are you getting
everyone drunk?
No, don't start, don't
you scold me, countrygirl.
I'm not getting anyone drunk.
I would never hurt
those blockheads.
They're my family, okay?
And you, what did you
do with your family?
You abandoned them, countrygirl.
You left them
there in Chihuahua.
Don't you wake up thinking
"I left my family
and I miss them"?
And speaking of
"missing", Chihuahua,
let's talk about
your boyfriend, yeah?
Your "boyfriend".
You poor girl.
How long has it been?
Almost a year
without having sex.
Know what they say about
long distance relationships?
That they involve four people.
Look at me,
Chihuahua, look at me.
That's four.
And there's something else
that we should talk about.
You could be dating an awesome
guy by the name of Morales.
But no.
You're always arguing
with him everyday,
fighting and fighting
because you're a harpy eagle.
And it doesn't end there.
You have no house,
no job, no sex, no
money, no love life,
you say "wee-fee" and
you're from the country.
And you're gaining weight.
Let us now begin.
With this piece.
Three hundred.
No! Of course.
Pesos.
Anyone else?
A hundred fifty thousand pesos!
Anyone else?
A hundred seventy-five
thousand pesos.
Two hundred thousand pesos.
Two hundred thirty
thousand pesos.
Here you go.
Three hundred thousand pesos.
Three hundred seventy-five
thousand pesos.
Five million pesos!
No!
No, no.
You see, what is happening here
is that this gentleman
is somewhat of an idiot.
Would you excuse me?
I'm going to speak
with the idiot.
Do you realize what
is happening here?
Yeah! Jazmín and that
Erik guy like each other.
No, Rodri, we're about
to sell the Rebecas
and become millionaires.
And make Rebeca happy.
Look, sir, I think I
may have overdone it.
No, no, of course you
did not overdo it.
In fact,
I think what we're offering
is still too little
for the art and talent
this artist has.
What's more, let
me make an offer
of five million five
hundred thousand pesos.
How's that?
Yes!
- No! Please, forgive me, but...
- No, no...!
That is an offer
I cannot refuse,
Mister Lord of the
arts, Erik Ibarra.
It's been sold to
you. And thank you.
I have a question.
The artist is very
much dead, isn't she?
Very much.
Check or wire transfer?
Husband!
I just realized
we're always arguing
and I don't want
to live that way.
So you want a divorce?
No.
Isn't she the artist?
No! It's a ghost!
Alright, I think we deserve
an explanation, right?
Wire transfer or a check?
Let's see,
I think the artist who was
supposedly very much dead,
is very much alive!
So, I am dead?
You see
it's very simple.
That's because death is
just a state of mind.
Bravo! Bravo, bravo!
Don't you see what's
happening here, Erik?
This here is the
real work of art.
What this young artist
has come to show us
is that the living
continuously pursue and
fight for hungry capitalism
hiding behind art
like scavenging vultures,
and we think
that a dead artist gives life!
When the most important
thing in life and death
is life itself!
It's not how much
you pay for art,
it's what the art is worth!
Kale, yeah?
That's what this is
all about, right?
Yes. Wire transfer, right?
I think that this
great artist's work
should not be
monetized, people! No!
Her work, her art,
should be living in here.
Inside the heart!
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Salvador Vizcaínas
has just passed away.
Another one at
twenty-seven. How tragic.
No! There's an auction.
Let's go, let's get out of here.
Thank you, thank
you so very much.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
Thank you for the
hors d'oeuvres.
- Haven't I seen you somewhere?
- No.
Come on, man. "Every man to..."
Rodri, what it means
is that every man
should only stick to his trade!
But that doesn't make
any sense at all.
Why does the man have
to stick to his trade?
If anything, the man must
trade to his customer's goods.
And that's why, "Every
trade to his man."
No, Rodri, you've got it wrong.
The man exchanges goods.
Okay, so what's the name
of those who sell goods?
Hello!
Hello, girlfriend!
How was the hangover?
No, countrygirl, you're
wrong. I don't get hangovers.
For example, I drank all day
yesterday and look at me.
I'm doing great.
Rebeca, you slept
for a day and a half.
Well, each body
reacts differently,
don't you think?
Besides, I also
wanted to tell you
that I had the
strangest dream ever.
I was dead,
and there was a bunch of people,
like really weird people,
and all of them,
absolutely all of them,
wanted to buy my paintings.
Rebeca, the truth is that...
No, the truth is that
every time you drink,
you have the weirdest dreams.
I think you have a problem.
The point is I'm not
going to paint anymore.
Maybe art is not my thing.
At the end of the day,
every trade has his man.
That's not how it
goes, you guys!
Okay, children, take it easy.
It says here that the trader
actually buys or sells goods.
There you go! So it is,
the trader to his man.
The point is there's a
saying, from many years ago,
and that's not how it goes.
Sofi, how does the saying go?
"Every man to his trade."
Thank you.
So what does Sofi know?
She's from another era.
Are you saying I'm old?
My grandmother would
say that in Chihuahua!
She's passed out? You
just got here, right?
Sofi, may I get a mezcal?
Mezcal, coming up!
So, how is her
painting career going?
Not very good.
I feel kind of bad for her.
There must be
something we can do.
You can buy her
paintings, for example.
No, don't exaggerate.
She told me she doesn't
want to paint anymore.
It's the best
thing she could do.
"Every trade to his man."
What?
What I mean is that everyone
should just stick
to what they know.
Rodri, I understood.
That's not how you say it.
I'm pretty sure that it is.
Okay. Yeah, back to the subject.
In this case, what
would be Rebeca's trade?
Why don't you try to figure
something out to cheer her up?
Kurt Cobain?
Amy Winehouse!
Rodri, sweetie,
let me think, okay?
Sorry. But did you know they
all died at the same age?
Yeah, they're from
the "27 Club."
They all died when they were 27.
That really sucks.
Sure does. It really sucks.
After they died, they
sold a lot more records.
The "27 Club"...
No! Hold on tight, guys.
No! Chesca, we are not going
to fake Rebeca's death.
Not with that
attitude you're not.
You wouldn't even know how.
You know what? I don't want
to hear anymore about this.
I'm going to put Rebeca to
bed. Morales, come help me.
No, I want to hear
more about this.
Vale!
Rebeca, where are you?
Vale!
My God. Hold on.
I really love your accent.
Come on, let's get you up.
- Vale, do you remember...?
- Hold on to me.
Okay, Chesca, what's the plan?
Bring your laptop here.
Do you remember when...?
Right here.
Seriously, Morales?
Vale, I want to thank you
for being with me from the
very... The very start.
Okay, Chesca,
how is your plan supposed to
make Rebeca feel any better?
It's simple. When she wakes up,
she'll find out she
sold many paintings.
And that'll make her
feel really good.
So what are we going to do
to make people believe
that Rebeca's dead?
With the magic of the fake news.
REBECA VARELA. YOUNG AND
TALENTED PAINTER DIES
Okay! This proves the internet
is a really sick place.
But that still
doesn't mean that...
They're chiming in.
COMMENTS
NO WAY! ONE OF MY FAVORITES.
I CAN'T BELIEVE ONE OF
OUR GREATS HAS PASSED.
SHE WAS A GREAT
INNOVATOR OF ARTS.
I MET HER BEFORE SHE DIED.
I WAS HER FAN BEFORE
SHE WAS EVEN FAMOUS.
Yeah.
"In memory
of the great artist,
an auction will be held
"with the best of her works."
You see? She's an
instant success.
The life of an artist.
Well, they weren't
really that awful.
This is total nonsense!
Yeah, maybe it is.
But this is going to
help Rebeca feel better.
That doesn't seem to be the
reason we're doing this.
You are only taking
advantage of this!
And you certainly
had a lot of fun
faking someone's death, right?
And, you!
I honestly never know
why you do what you do!
You know what, Vale?
We don't need any bad
vibes on a day like this.
He's right.
Show respect,
you're at a funeral.
- Good afternoon.
- Just a second, please.
Okay, they're
starting to arrive.
This guy's contemporary
art is childlike and tacky.
What's the difference between
contemporary and normal?
Contemporary artists are
jerks who stick gum on walls,
take pictures, and boom!
They sell it for millions.
In fact, this guy
is one of those.
He takes pictures
of gum on walls
and sells them for millions.
That's considered art?
Think in millions, Morales.
Good afternoon, I'm Rob Foreiro.
Is this the funeral
for the artist?
- I would imagine that you are...
- Her agent.
What a loss, what a great loss.
Pretty cool, right?
Disgusting.
How are you, Beca?
I want to die.
No, don't say that.
Alright, you gave it a
try and it didn't work.
But that happens. You don't
have to get depressed.
I'm not depressed.
That's good.
I don't want you to
worry about me, Rodri.
After all, you're like the
oldest person in our group.
Just a few months.
You never even finished writing
your thesis, so why lie?
You're never going to finish it.
You've never had a job, Rodri.
You live in my apartment.
You know how long since
you've paid me rent?
It's been a full six months.
Six months without paying
rent, stinking of rotten egg.
And it doesn't matter how
much I try to analyze it,
the one with the least
future in the group is you.
And you're gaining weight.
Alright, I have an idea.
You two will pretend
to be a couple
who knows a whole lot about art.
Why do we have to
pretend to be a couple?
Let him finish talking.
As I was saying, you'll
pretend to be a couple.
A couple who knows
a lot about art.
And you'll convince
people to buy everything.
Alright, so...
The artist
was inspired by the Renaissance
and by Expressionism.
You must forgive my husband.
He is a bit of an idiot.
He doesn't know about art
as much as you and I do.
Do you know who I am?
Of course I do. Your
exhibition on mint gum...
I prefer "Chewing Substance".
I'm pretty sure I've
seen that guy somewhere.
Obviously, he's an artist.
And stop insulting me.
That guy there is a phony.
We'll just sweeten him up
and we'll have him here
eating out of our hands.
Okay.
Well, I was waiting
for someone special.
Is it here?
Just a minute, please.
It's Jazmín Lopes.
Jazmín, who?
Nice to meet you. Jazmín
Lopes with an "S".
Jazmín with an "S"
or López with an "S"?
Lopes, sweetheart.
What kind of name would
Jazmín be with an "S"?
- What kind of name would...?
- Do all of you know the artist?
Well, I knew her
before she died.
I knew her before
she became famous.
I knew her before
she started painting.
Well, it thrills me to know
that her great talent is
finally being recognized.
Allow me to
introduce her to you.
Jazmín Lopes.
With an "S".
Yes, of course.
Jazmín Lopes,
the best contemporary art
critic in the country.
So that means you go
see gum stuck on walls
and get paid for it.
You must forgive my husband.
He is, to put it
lightly, an idiot.
I'm Valeria Shávez with a "SH".
Art collector.
Would you excuse me a second?
I leave you to your
gallery slash exhibition.
Come.
What are you doing?
They won't stop insulting me.
Sorry. Forgive him.
He is an art collector,
who is obviously deeply
affected by the death of Rebeca.
Yes.
All of us are so
saddened by her death.
How dare you show
up here all drunk?
Rebeca...
Rebeca will be fine, Rodri.
You have to take your
role very seriously.
My role?
You need to interpret a
successful multimillionaire
who's here to buy all
of Rebeca's paintings.
But I'm not a businessman
nor successful.
I'm a nobody.
"Every trade to his man."
That's not how it goes, Rodri.
It isn't?
Man. "Every man to his trade".
What? "Every man to..."
That doesn't make
any sense, Morales.
Okay. Rodri, just focus, okay?
Do it for Rebeca, if you will.
Okay? Very good.
And you, go see how
the deceased is doing.
How are you doing, Beca?
I want to die.
What did you do to Rodri?
Nothing, I told him
that I'm not depressed,
because I'm not depressed.
Morales,
you're the one I admire
most out of the group.
No, I mean it.
Let's say I put
myself in your place
and end up falling
in love with somebody
who will never,
ever
notice me.
I would be so sad, Morales,
that's really so sad.
Let's talk about her boyfriend.
- No, no...
- No, wait, hold on.
Lady "Shihuahua"
has a boyfriend.
You knew that, right,
Morales? Tell me, yes.
- Yes.
- Okay.
And he's handsome
and rich too. Yeah?
- Yeah.
- A millionaire, yes.
He has a job, a future,
doesn't stink like rotten
eggs, he's well endowed.
And you're gaining weight.
Did you like this
painting? Yeah?
Too bad, I'm thinking
of buying it.
I thought this was
going to be an auction.
No, I'm gonna be buying it.
Valeria, come here, come!
Are you alright, my love?
No, don't you call me
"my love", you liar.
What's the matter?
That you don't love me!
You don't have to say
it. I know you don't.
What's going on here?
Please, forgive me. I'll
step out for a few seconds.
Don't start the
auction without me!
Just go, like always. Running
away from our problems.
Okay.
Good afternoon.
Just a second, please.
He's arrived, he's here already.
- Who?
- Erik Ibarra.
Who's that?
Erik Ibarra is one of the
most important art collectors
in the whole country.
If anyone buys anything,
it would be him!
Let him in.
Good afternoon, everyone.
Good afternoon,
Lord of the arts,
Erik Ibarra, welcome
to this, your funeral.
Yes, thank you.
You know? I'm a little
bit rushed for time
so I'd like to know at what
time the auction is starting.
What a coincidence. We
were about to start.
I welcome you to this auction.
Come on in, thank you.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
Why are you getting
everyone drunk?
No, don't start, don't
you scold me, countrygirl.
I'm not getting anyone drunk.
I would never hurt
those blockheads.
They're my family, okay?
And you, what did you
do with your family?
You abandoned them, countrygirl.
You left them
there in Chihuahua.
Don't you wake up thinking
"I left my family
and I miss them"?
And speaking of
"missing", Chihuahua,
let's talk about
your boyfriend, yeah?
Your "boyfriend".
You poor girl.
How long has it been?
Almost a year
without having sex.
Know what they say about
long distance relationships?
That they involve four people.
Look at me,
Chihuahua, look at me.
That's four.
And there's something else
that we should talk about.
You could be dating an awesome
guy by the name of Morales.
But no.
You're always arguing
with him everyday,
fighting and fighting
because you're a harpy eagle.
And it doesn't end there.
You have no house,
no job, no sex, no
money, no love life,
you say "wee-fee" and
you're from the country.
And you're gaining weight.
Let us now begin.
With this piece.
Three hundred.
No! Of course.
Pesos.
Anyone else?
A hundred fifty thousand pesos!
Anyone else?
A hundred seventy-five
thousand pesos.
Two hundred thousand pesos.
Two hundred thirty
thousand pesos.
Here you go.
Three hundred thousand pesos.
Three hundred seventy-five
thousand pesos.
Five million pesos!
No!
No, no.
You see, what is happening here
is that this gentleman
is somewhat of an idiot.
Would you excuse me?
I'm going to speak
with the idiot.
Do you realize what
is happening here?
Yeah! Jazmín and that
Erik guy like each other.
No, Rodri, we're about
to sell the Rebecas
and become millionaires.
And make Rebeca happy.
Look, sir, I think I
may have overdone it.
No, no, of course you
did not overdo it.
In fact,
I think what we're offering
is still too little
for the art and talent
this artist has.
What's more, let
me make an offer
of five million five
hundred thousand pesos.
How's that?
Yes!
- No! Please, forgive me, but...
- No, no...!
That is an offer
I cannot refuse,
Mister Lord of the
arts, Erik Ibarra.
It's been sold to
you. And thank you.
I have a question.
The artist is very
much dead, isn't she?
Very much.
Check or wire transfer?
Husband!
I just realized
we're always arguing
and I don't want
to live that way.
So you want a divorce?
No.
Isn't she the artist?
No! It's a ghost!
Alright, I think we deserve
an explanation, right?
Wire transfer or a check?
Let's see,
I think the artist who was
supposedly very much dead,
is very much alive!
So, I am dead?
You see
it's very simple.
That's because death is
just a state of mind.
Bravo! Bravo, bravo!
Don't you see what's
happening here, Erik?
This here is the
real work of art.
What this young artist
has come to show us
is that the living
continuously pursue and
fight for hungry capitalism
hiding behind art
like scavenging vultures,
and we think
that a dead artist gives life!
When the most important
thing in life and death
is life itself!
It's not how much
you pay for art,
it's what the art is worth!
Kale, yeah?
That's what this is
all about, right?
Yes. Wire transfer, right?
I think that this
great artist's work
should not be
monetized, people! No!
Her work, her art,
should be living in here.
Inside the heart!
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Salvador Vizcaínas
has just passed away.
Another one at
twenty-seven. How tragic.
No! There's an auction.
Let's go, let's get out of here.
Thank you, thank
you so very much.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
Thank you for the
hors d'oeuvres.
- Haven't I seen you somewhere?
- No.
Come on, man. "Every man to..."
Rodri, what it means
is that every man
should only stick to his trade!
But that doesn't make
any sense at all.
Why does the man have
to stick to his trade?
If anything, the man must
trade to his customer's goods.
And that's why, "Every
trade to his man."
No, Rodri, you've got it wrong.
The man exchanges goods.
Okay, so what's the name
of those who sell goods?
Hello!
Hello, girlfriend!
How was the hangover?
No, countrygirl, you're
wrong. I don't get hangovers.
For example, I drank all day
yesterday and look at me.
I'm doing great.
Rebeca, you slept
for a day and a half.
Well, each body
reacts differently,
don't you think?
Besides, I also
wanted to tell you
that I had the
strangest dream ever.
I was dead,
and there was a bunch of people,
like really weird people,
and all of them,
absolutely all of them,
wanted to buy my paintings.
Rebeca, the truth is that...
No, the truth is that
every time you drink,
you have the weirdest dreams.
I think you have a problem.
The point is I'm not
going to paint anymore.
Maybe art is not my thing.
At the end of the day,
every trade has his man.
That's not how it
goes, you guys!
Okay, children, take it easy.
It says here that the trader
actually buys or sells goods.
There you go! So it is,
the trader to his man.
The point is there's a
saying, from many years ago,
and that's not how it goes.
Sofi, how does the saying go?
"Every man to his trade."
Thank you.
So what does Sofi know?
She's from another era.
Are you saying I'm old?
My grandmother would
say that in Chihuahua!