Okupas (2000): Season 1, Episode 11 - Adios y buena suerte - full transcript

Nine hundred and twenty…

- Out!

One, two, three, four…

Hey, who did live here before?

Come on!

Motherfuckers!

Do you know what a
commandment is?

No fuss, no drugs, and you don't let anyone,

absolutely no one here.

- Don't worry.
- Okay?

- Morales.



- Hello. How's it going, friend?

- Is Peralta here?
- Um... yeah.

- He's here. You can come in.
- Excuse me.

- Thanks.
- Come in.

Is it complete?

Peralta!

- Ah? Neighbor!

- How do you do? Ah?
- Did they kick you out?

No, we're irremovable.

We're going to Mar del Plata,
just for this season.

- Are you on holiday?
- No.

Peraltas are never on holiday.

It's just that Buenos Aires summer
just doesn't work for us,

and I've got a secure job there.
A secure job.



A secure job? What's it about?

I'm selling lollipops at the beach.

I've been researching about it.

The kids… It seems it's gonna be
this summer's hit.

Did you see something weird in the house?

- What do you mean, neighbor?
- You know what I mean.

Is there someone waiting for me?

You mean the cops? Oh, no!

They came and couldn't find
anything, so they left.

Calm down, neighbor.

Fucking brandy…
when it runs out, it runs out.

Anyway, I want you to know that
you can count on me.

Have you got any bucks left for me?

- I would gladly give you some.

But Morales is the manager.

I'm broke, Peralta.

Mister manager!

Here my fancy ass neighbor applies
for credit.

What happened?

Are things the other way round now?

You're gonna learn your lesson now.

Money comes and goes, my friend.

Attitude's what matters.

Let's say goodbye...

with no hard feelings.

No hard feelings and no money, I guess.

Goodbye and good luck, ah?

- "Porteñito".

Seve.

Are you on your own?

Where are the others? Where are they?

Where are they?

Chiqui!

Chiqui!

Let's have some milk.

There it is.

Don't go overboard, drugs are bad, okay?

I say this from experience.

- Using his head.
- Fermana attacks again.

Look, there he is!

- Is he there? Really?
- Yes.

Yes.

- How are you?
- How are you, Seve?

Seve! How do you do?
Where have you been?

- Where did you go?
- Ah, scoundrel?

- You're a tramp, that's what you are!
- You're alive!

Get that birthday smile off your
face, we're just passing by.

Hey, man, why don't you stay for
once and all?

What? I'm sorry. What did you say?

What you heard, man.

- Are you talking to us?
- Is there anyone else?

Why are you so kind in all of a sudden?

Well...I realized that I missed you
a little, okay?

What happened to you?
Did you finally see the light?

Yes. It's the truth.

There, in the middle of the darkness,
in a hallway, hanging on a ladder.

Excuse us.

He...he didn't come back, okay?

Guys, up against the wall, please.

Hold on. I'm telling you that he
didn't come back.

Kid.

Who are these guys?

Nice cops. It's a new kind.

Fresh out of the lab.

Oh, come on!

If you're cops, then I'm Mick Jagger
and here's Keith Richards.

Okay. Let's listen to the Sir.

Come on. I don't want to fight.

The sooner we do this, the sooner
we'll leave.

Of course! If you like that, why
wouldn't you become a cop?

What happened?

Miguel.

Do you want me to tell your mother
or something?

No, it's alright, Pollo.

Are you sure? How long are you
gonna be there?

I don't know. Look, the sooner I go,
the sooner I'll leave.

I'll set things straight.

Why are you taking him?

Man, will you tell me where you're going?

Ask at the police station.

That Miguel motherfucker
wanted to screw me. But he couldn't!

I screwed him. I screwed him!

You could say he's going to a
birthday party.

- He's happy.
- Why?

We're waiting.

Can you repeat the question?

Some Miguelito.

The one from Mafalda.

What do you want to know?

Where I can look for him.

That's a good question, Mario.

Gutiérrez.

Look…

sincerely, I… told you. I don't...

I don't have much to say about it.

Hmm.

I've seen him a couple of times,
but that's it.

What is she, the writer?
Are you the writer?

Are you the idiot?

What a temper!

Let's do something.

You're gonna leave,

go straight to that house you're
passing by,

get your things

and move away.

Okay?

I'm gonna do what my beliefs stand for.

As you like.

But if I see you again around here,
I'll bring you and won't let you out.

And I'll open a penal cause.

Now, get out.

Excuse me.

Can I ask you one last question?

Watch out what you're gonna say.

Can I keep the map?

Fuck you!

What's that, man?

Argentina!

He's skilled in geography, isn't he?
No shit.

I realized something today, guys.

Hmm.

I realized something and I want
to share it with you.

Hmm.

Say "hmm" again and I'll beat
you up.

Hmm.

- I love you a lot, guys.
- Hmm.

- I love you a lot…

I love you a lot

and I know I made you go through
tough situations.

- No doubt about that...we all agree.
- With him. I'm not talking to you.

Speaking of shit, I need to take a dump,
so please get to the point.

Okay.

This sounds like a dialogue in
an Argentinian movie.

Hmm.

- Um…

Well. A guy looked at me.

- Oh, okay!
- Oh!

A guy… a kid. Not a guy, a kid.

- A nine year old kid looked at me.
- It's getting worse!

It turns out that I found out...
what I was looking for.

- Oh, shit!
- Wait, wait.

Why don't you go and take a dump?
This is gonna take a long time.

No, no, tell me.
What happened with the kid?

This is gonna be long, huh?

Well, man, it's...

Listen, if you like dick, go for it.

I'm gonna travel 'round the country

and you're my guests, man!

Far and wide, understand?

Like Che Guevara did,
but without the bike.

Without Che.

Hey, you don't know when the next
Che Guevara will show up.

This asshole did everything he did
'cause he thinks he's El Che.

- Pollo.
- What?

I'm excited.

Really?

Man, Pollo and I are city slickers.

Like cockroaches, understand?

What does this city have to
offer you now?

Huh?

What if we go get some pizza?

We already told you what we
think about it, Ricardo.

It doesn't sound bad, ah?

It wouldn't be bad to go
far from here for a while.

To start again.

To start again.

Are you kidding me?

Is there anything better to do
here, Walter?

Don't resist, Walter.

That's how things are, uncertain.

Dreams renew and run out
permanently, Walter.

Do you think we're living inside
an Argentinian movie?

Listen. Platform ten.

Hey, travelling won't do Seve
any harm, right, Pollo?

No...anyway, once the train starts,
we'll get him with us.

Well, Walter, we'll eat roots, almonds.

I'm serious, Ricardo.
Just some bucks for the first days.

Hey, what if we gave him some weed?

How are we gonna give him that?

- What are you saying, Chiqui?
- What's the matter?

Here you have the tickets...

Where are you going?

To see a friend.

- Bye, champ.
- Hey, champ, be back, okay?

- Okay.
- Don't be a jerk.

I brought you a present to use
with this.

- Great!
- You know how it works, right?

And here goes the blunt.

Here, this hole is for…

- It's the booster.
- Mmm.

And here...

…you smoke. The way out, okay?

- Inside.
- I'll die.

A goodbye present.

A goodbye present?
Are you leaving too?

"You too"?

Well, Negro Pablo's gone too.
He went to the South.

- He's gone?
- Yeah, he's gone.

Hey, I ran out of tokens.
There's the cop.

Well, since you're sweet today,
why don't you buy some tokens?

- I don't want Pac-Man to eat me.

Listen, Pollo.
I want to ask you something.

Go ahead, ask.

If I hadn't ended up here...

would things have been different?

If you hadn't ended up here…

you would've killed each one of us.

I'll go. See you.

Easy, easy, it's me.

I kinda wish you were a random criminal.

I need to talk to you, Clarita.

I came to make a deal with you.

You know what's the only
deal we can make.

Can't you listen to me for a while?

We'll both be happy with it.

Do you still think I've got business
going on with you?

Well, you have an entire house to
do business with.

How much are we talking about?

500 pesos.

Let me get this straight.

You want 500
bucks to leave the house

when you're about to be kicked out?

Exactly.

Why would I pay for something
I'll get anyway?

Because evictions are violent.

I may hurt myself.

Could you bear the guilt?

So it's my fault you're an idiot, huh?

No. You're responsible for letting
an idiot in the house.

It's the ransom prize.

I'd rather call it the blackmail prize.

Blackmail, Mongo Aurelio,
call it what you want.

The thing is, I need to leave the house
and you need it.

Let me think about it.

Don't take a long time, 'cause
this proposition

won't last forever, okay?

Okay. Meet me at the house tonight.

Good. Bring the five hundred…

and I'll do the eviction.

In case I accept, I warn you,
I won't go alone.

I won't put a shitty lock.

You'll find a security guard

and a shielded door.

That's what you should've done
in the first place, cousin.

Come on, come on!

Hey, stop it! Don't touch my ass!

Welcome to our last night

in this shitty mansion.

Okay, Chiqui, you watch the fire...

and I'll salt the meat, okay?
Now…

we'll take these sausages,
and prick them with the fork...

- What? Are you gonna prick them? No.

How are you pricking the
sausages, man?

You don't prick them before
cooking them.

Yes you do.

Who taught you how to barbecue, ah?

Don't do it, Walter!
I'm serious.

Besides, what happened to me
wasn't that bad.

Right? Okay, I went a little far,
a little too far, it's the truth.

But it's over, man.

I'm back.

- It's okay.
- Listen to me. Seriously. Please.

Well, we prick two and…

let those three alone. I don't know.

What do you think the guys will prefer?

I was laying there, man,
and a kid passed by with his mom

and looked at me in the eyes.

And that's it. I don't know.

I realized I was being looked

in a way I haven't been looked before.

Like a homeless man. I don't know.

It's just…

that I'm happy and I wanna celebrate.
And the experience...

I'll save and use it for something good.
'Cause I'm happy now, that's it.

There it is. I said it.

But don't let the experience
swallow you.

- You gotta put your hands there.

And do it, okay?
Come on, do it.

- Let's see.
- There. Loose hands.

Yeah, short steps, back and forth.

Right! And if there's a chick there:
"Hi, babe, how's it going?"

Wanna dance to the Stones?".
Got it? That's the way.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Come in. We were just about
to have dinner.

I brought a friend.

Hello.

What, you stole a pig from the train?

The thing is...look, The Rolling Stones

lived inside me
before they even existed.

Before I even existed.

- I just found they had a name.

- Understand? That's how I knew.

- See?
- You found out they had a name.

Of course, Rolling Stones, rolling, stones.
Stones rolling.

What's next, the pink or the green pill?

I can't talk to you, huh?

No offense, no offense.

I'll tell you what "rolling stone" means.

A rolling stone is a stone that rolls
with no desires, no direction, no way.

Understand? And I felt that at an
early age, I was a stone that just rolled.

How...how do rolling stones live?

Well, with no desires, no direction,
understand?

No way.

No way. That's why tonight,

solemnly, I want to share with you, guys,

with you, my friend,
and with you, Pollo, too…

this tune that affirms my eternal
bond with the Rolling Stones.

- Play it!
- Come on, man! Toast, Pollito.

The Beatles are way better.

Oh, Sargeant Dodo speaks now?

Come in.

- Enjoy your meal.
- She's Sofía.

- Hello.
- Hello.

How are you? The others?

They're downstairs.

Cousin, you brought the 500, right?

Yeah. Did you bring the keys?

We'll do the exchange later.

Did you read this?

"Veni, vidi, vici".

What does it mean?

"I came, saw and conquered".

You know how this conquerers are.

Imperialists. They arrive,
conquer and fuck off.

Um, sorry, the toilet?

- Downstairs.
- Downstairs? Thanks.

Is that thing still here?

Yeah, it's the only good thing that
Miguel asshole did.

Hey, guys, do you know where the
toilet is?

Look, around this corner, before
you get to the kitchen, there you have it.

- Okay, thanks.
- No, you're welcome.

Give me a drag?

Here you are, a new one.

Could you please tell me what happened?

What happened?

It's just that I don't want to be
anybody's pet.

A little present.

A goodbye present?

I must admit you're consistent.

What did?

A pen.

Yeah, we first got along in front
of the vitraux,

and now, you come with this...

goodbye song, in front of the
vitraux, again.

This is no goodbye song.

That's why I gave you the pen,

to write each other when
I'm not here.

Don't be a jerk, you don't even
know if you'll come back.

Hold on, what's wrong?

Your holidays are over, Ricardo.

And now you're looking for new thrills.

You invent new thrills.
What are you gonna do?

Thanks.

I don't wanna leave having had
a fight with you.

Well, I do.

It's about...
some junkie moms.

They take these yellow pills.

They complain about their kids,
but go to the doctor all the time.

Here it says:
"Doctor, please, some more of these".

- "Doctor, please…"

"…some more of these".

Give me more.

And they're super junkies.

There it says, they're always
complaining about their children.

Hey, didn't I tell you I'm an orphan?

Are you giving it to me?

No, save it, 'cause I'll need it
when I come back.

Chiqui, I'm gonna stop you now,
we gotta calm down,

'cause we've got to the highlights.

I hope you do well.

- Oh!
- Take care of it, I said.

You're gonna listen to the first tune
I heard from this guys,

by the Stones, okay?

The one that confirmed my
sentimental,

auditive and musical commitment.
Ricardo, stop right there.

You're about to witness the
representation of

my commitment with these guys.

The G-spot in music.
Understand? Something like that.

- Ah? Okay, Chiqui?
- Okay.

- It's for all of you, man.

Open the door. Where are they?

Hey, fucking chicken!

Where are you, faggot nigger?
Show up, tar baby!

Who are you?

- What are you doing here?
- Who are you, faggot cop?

What are you doing, dumbass?

- "Dumbass" who, motherfucker?

Asshole, look at the cop now.

- Stay right there, stay right there!
- Okay, okay.

Where are they?

It's Negro Pablo, man!

Where's the gun, motherfucker?

- It's on my back.
- Be cool, or I'll shoot you.

- Where are the guys?
- I don't know. I don't…

- You don't know?
- They're not here.

- You don't know?
- They're not here!

- Well, shut the fuck up and stay right there.
- Hey, Negro.

That's their dirty dog.
They have to be here.

- What dog?
- That faggot dog over there.

- Are you sure it's theirs?
- Walter's.

They have to be here.
Come on, seek, seek!

What the fuck is going on?
Just tell me what…

- Come on.
- Come on, come on, come on.

The flashlight, Pollo.

- Come on, come on!

- Come on, motherfucker!
- Pollo, you faggot, show yourself!

Hold on, hold on.

You, go over there.
Come on!

Go, go, man!

- Turn it off, Walter.
- I turn it off.

Silence, shh!

- I tell you, I don't know. They're not here.

- Let's go for them.
- But fast.

You screwed up shooting that cop.

What? Come on!
It was my Christmas gift.

"Christmas gift". The cops will come.
They'll kill us.

Cut it out! Let's go get them!

Let's search the neighbourhood,
but fast. They're gonna screw us up.

Okay, let's go. Let's search the
neighbourhood.

Let's search the neighbourhood.
Let's go!

Severino!

Seve!

- What happened?
- They shoot me in the leg.

- We gotta take him to a hospital.
- Let's call an ambulance.

An ambulance?
Go get a taxi.

Guys, guys!

No! Seve, no! He killed him!

Fuck, he killed him!

- He's not dead. He lost a lot of blood.
- He stabbed him with a knife.

- Chiqui, he's dead.
- No!

- Come here.
- No!

He's not dead.

Walter.

- No, man!
- Come here.

- Come here, come here!
- No!

- No.
- He killed my dog, man.

Man!

He killed my dog!

- Come on, it's not that bad.
- No, but it hurts.

It's okay.
The driver will help me. Thanks.

Well, I'd preferred to say goodbye
in a different way.

Things just happen, right?

Yeah.

Bye.

Bye.

What does this mean, Pollo?

Where did you get that?

It was in the dog's neck.

This trip can wait, okay?

Okay?
This trip can wait!

There he is.

- Well, is that all?
- It's all there, Pollito.

- How are you?
- Fine. Well…

Get in, man.

You'll drive, Walter.

Look. This is what I got.

I would've get you something better
if you gave me more time.

Is everything alright?

Yeah.

Here's the keys.

Come on. You drive.

Bye, Pollito. Take care, man.

Don't worry, I'll do what
I gotta do. Nothing else.

Come on, Walter. Come on.

I'm not shooting, Pollo.

If I didn't let Severino go,
none of this would've happened.

This shit doesn't work!
Give me the gun! Come on!

Come on!

Stop! Stop here, man, stop!

- Stop!
- Come on!

- Shoot him!
- Stop!

Come on, shoot them!

- What's going on?
- Get out!

- Stay, Chiqui!
- Get the gun!

- Come here, faggot!
- Come on!

Motherfucker!

You killed my dog, faggot, motherfucker!

- Son of a bitch!
- Faggots!

Run, you rat!

Son of a bitch!

Take that, faggot!

Ricardo.

Ricardo.

We have to go.

We have to go, Ricardo.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, everything's gonna blow.

No!

- Chiqui!

Chiqui!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Pollo!

Pollo!

- Come on.

- Hold on.
- Hold on, Chiqui.

- Hold on, big man.

On the back.

- You drive.
- Put him on the back.

- You go.
- Put him there.

- Come on, drive.
- Get up.

- Go.

- Hold on, Chiqui.

For Christ's sake!

Let's get him somewhere, man!
Let's get him somewhere!

We gotta take him to the hospital.

- Take me to the house.
- What?

Take me to the house.

- Hold on, Chiqui! Hold on!

Where are we?

Are we in the house?

Leave me here, leave me here.

-Are we in the house?
- Yes, my friend.

No.

I feel warm.

I feel warm.

Motherfuckers!

Calm down, Pollo.

- Calm down, Pollo.

Come on, man!

Wait.

- Move.
- Wait, wait.

Come on!

- Police!
- Open the door!

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