The Business (2013–2018): Season 3, Episode 11 - Ariel - full transcript

-Stay, Karin...
-I need to go away for awhile.

Have a great trip!

-What we do now?
-What about the building...

Karin wanted
in her family's land?

-Wasn't it her dream?
-The idea is ok.

Build her building without Karin?

-Sold for fifty millions
-Thanks for being bold, girls.

We did it for Karin.

By the way, let's tell her
we bought the land.

This number
is out of service.

Livia!



-Who's he?
-He's my son.

-Really?
-Yes.

You never seen
the Midget and the Night? It's so cool.

I told you I'm making a movie
with Rinaldi?

-You'll do porn?
-Rinaldi said he will coach me.

It's like a dream.
Me and the greatest porn star,

will bring back
Franco Rinaldi to the screens.

Greta, your're the craziest
in this club.

Thanks.

O NEGOCIO
Season III

ARIEL
Episode 11

Don't thank me, Greta.
I did nothing special.

Nothing special, Ariel?
You saved my life.

Exactly, honey.
Your life is worthless.



-You know I love you.
-I have feelings for you too.

Not good feelings,
but at least I feel something.

-You're hopeless, Ariel.
-Seriously, baby.

Whenever I think about you I feel bad.
But yesterday I felt worse.

I knew you were experiencing
something worse than living.

It was a real premonition.
I had no doubts about it.

I grabbed my phone
and interfered with fate.

You phoned just in time, Ariel,
and if you hadn't,

if the phone hadn't rung,

Rinaldi wouldn't have reacted
and we'd hit the truck.

And I wouldn't be here
talking with you.

Yes, I wouldn't be here being insulted
by you, or thanking you either.

-It would've been a real tragedy.
-Yes. That's right.

Thank you, Ariel.
I mean it. Thank you.

Stop thanking me. I did nothing.

I have to go now.

Where are you going?
Greta.

Greta!

-Let's get something to eat.
-Go ahead. I'll be right there.

-I can't believe Greta's gone.
-Me neither.

-She's alive in our memories.
-That's no big deal, Cesar.

Who wants to live
in somebody's memory?

You think she wants to be in my memory,
with all the stuff in there?

-With all my crazy stuff?
-Better than being forgotten. Isn't it?

It would be better if she were here,
having this wine with us now.

But there's no more Greta.
Greta's gone.

I said there's nothing to cry about.
How many times must I repeat it?

Greta hated cry babies.
Please show some respect.

At least respect her
on the day of her funeral.

-Calm down.
-I am calm.

-You really liked her.
-I did.

I lost much more
than a great employee,

than a great friend,
and some great oral sex.

I lost a part of myself.

How could nobody go
to Rinaldi's funeral?

-That sucks.
-Just us and that midget.

It was sad when the midget got on that
chair, to get a final look at Rinaldi.

I didn't have the heart
to tell him it was sealed.

If he had told me what the movie
was about, I could try to write it.

Forget about it, Yuri.
We need to find another job.

Rinaldi's dead and
Vitoria's moving to Canada.

-The team's gone. The dream's over.
-Yes, the dream's over.

That midget made history.
He did, not us.

She said she knew all these important
people, that she dated.

Charles Bronson,
George Foreman, Harry Belafonte.

That was her fantasy. That she knew
everybody in the jet-set.

But the truth...

-Good afternoon.
-That was the truth.

Poor Greta.

How long did you know her?

For a long time.
We shared lots of experiences.

She saved my life twice.

-Really?
-Yes.

-How?
-You want to know?

Okay, I'll tell you
my story with her.

Ages ago I lived with my mom
next to a laundry.

That's what my mom said
since I was a kid.

Oh, Greta!
Don't stop, Greta.

Even after I grew up, with the same
dumb face Eric has nowadays,

which I sadly inherited
from my son,

even after that,
she insisted it was a laundry.

This is ridiculous.
I'll have to complain.

That washer's been hitting
the wall all day long.

-I'm accustomed to it.
-You are?

-Listen to me, kid.
-What did I do?

Stay away from the laundry.
Is that clear?

I know, Mom.

I don't want to catch you
talking with those girls.

I don't talk to them or go in there.
I take the other door.

Let us pray.

Back then, my name was Fernando
and I was a Catholic.

Your real name is Fernando?

Was Fernando.
That was when I was a naive kid.

-You naive?
-What's the problem?

You wore an English knuckle
to school?

And smoked weed all day?

I had an English knuckle, smoked weed,
and I beat up everybody.

But most of the time
I was naive.

What do you mean, Ariel?
Were you naive or not?

Can I continue, damn it?
Do you want to hear it or not?

Go on, Ariel.

One day,
on my way home from school,

I saw Greta for the very first time.

I didn't slap you to hurt you.

But to give you
an unforgettable moment.

You'll always remember
this moment.

Now, you'll never forget
the first time you saw me.

And she was right.
I never forgot her.

I used to like a girl
that lived around there.

-Now take the stairs and walk up.
-What now?

Wait for the bug to get close
and jump. That's it.

-Can I have some?
-That was the last one.

Wait. Jump.

You win a prize
if you get to the next level.

-What prize?
-Get there first.

-What prize?
-Press pause, I'll show you.

-Show me.
-This.

There you go.

And we started dating.

-Is this for me?
-Yes.

I'll rob them for you.

I would have done
anything for that girl.

And then one day...

Hey kid.
Come here.

-You need new glasses?
-No.

Why can't you see
what they're doing to you?

What?

-Go to the alley at 3:00 PM.
-What for?

To see if you don't need
new glasses.

I decided not to go anywhere,
no alley or anywhere else.

And I stuck to my decision
until 2:57 PM.

What's this line for?

To touch the girl's tits.
It's 400 cruzados.

She takes gum too,
but it has to be imported.

Next!

-Hi.
-Go away.

Look at me. Pay attention.
This is important.

There are two kinds of people. Those
that cry and those that make us cry.

You need to choose one.

-But I love her.
-Then cry.

Tell me if you want
to stop crying.

-Wait!
-What?

I'm fed up of crying.
What do I do?

This is what you do.

-What are you doing here?
-You done? Scram.

What is this?

As of right now,
I get half of whatever you make.

Next!

No more gum, just cash.
You got cash?

-No.
-Then scram. Next.

So after that, Greta became like
Confucius is to me.

She possessed
all the wisdom of the world.

I couldn't stop thinking
about her,

about her and that place
where she worked.

What did a laundry look like inside?
What secrets were hidden there?

So I asked her to let me in,

but she refused to avoid
any problems with my mom.

I insisted and insisted,
more and more,

until one day, she said something
I would never forget.

"Come in kid."

And the kid went in.

And I discovered a world
I never dreamed existed.

Like in videogames, when you click
on unlock and discover a new world.

Give it to me.

You like Borges?

I dated him a lot when I lived
in Buenos Aires. He loved oral sex.

He knew if it was another girl
even being blind.

"Where is the fat girl?
I want the fat girl."

So that was the day
I asked Greta to deflower me.

You lost your virginity
with her?

My virginity and all the cash
I took from my girlfriend.

Camila, Rose, up here now!

They were impressed
by my carnal abundance.

I was the new attraction.
The python kid.

-You just made that up.
-Of course not.

-I swear on all the evil in the world.
-Come on, Ariel.

I won't show you
out of respect for Greta.

It's a day of mourning,
not one to get naked in public.

My mom never guessed that I was
the guy doing the laundry that day.

Can I come back tomorrow?

-No.
-Please?

No, the answer is always no
if you have to ask.

You must use the affirmative.

-I'll be back tomorrow.
-See you, kid.

Bye.

I left my wallet.

Bye.

Stop lying.
I know what you did in there.

That's when I realized
I had definitely switched sides,

becoming those
who make others cry.

I kept going to that enchanted place,

getting my wallet stolen
by Greta once in a while.

Those were glorious days.

Until one day...

Are you sure, Mrs. Conceiçăo?
Did you see him yourself?

It was my boy Fernando?

Okay then.
Thank you very much.

You've been seeing those whores
next door, good for nothing?

Me?

I'll skin you alive
if you ever go back there, okay?

-Where are you going?
-To do the laundry.

And so Mom
had a showdown with Greta.

Their fight was known
as the pororoca from Santana.

All my experiences with Greta
are enough to make a movie.

-Really? A movie?
-A great movie. There's a lot to tell.

Take your clothes off.
I'm Ariel.

Now!

-When did Greta save your life?
-Patience. I'm almost there.

After they had that fight we moved out.
I didn't see Greta for years.

That's when I became
a burlap dealer.

-A burlap dealer? What's that?
-I'll explain.

I set up a fake burlap factory
with two friends of mine.

We rented a warehouse,
filled it up with burlap,

and the insurance broker approved it.
Perfectly legal.

Then we took the good stuff
out of the warehouse,

and left the junk,
we dumped alcohol on it and...

-And what?
-And...

Speak up, Ariel!

And when the warehouse
was drenched with alcohol,

we went outside
and set fire to a critter...

You did what?

-We lit a critter on fire.
-A critter?

-Yes, a critter.
-What critter?

-I don't know. A rat, for example.
-Why did you do that?

I'm trying to tell you.

We threw the animal on fire
out the window,

it landed in the warehouse
and started running.

-The fire spread real quick.
-That's awful!

Yes, but we got
the insurance money.

Then we opened another factory
with another name and address,

and repeated the whole thing
with another insurer.

-How many animals did you burn?
-A few.

How could you be such a jerk?
Burning animals alive?

Yes, it made me feel bad.

You don't believe me?
I felt really guilty.

I had to seek help in religion.

I converted to Islam
and changed my name to Mohammed.

I felt less and less guilty
and made more and more money.

Until one day...

There's nothing more ridiculous,
pay attention now,

there's nothing more ridiculous,
nothing more pathetic,

than a guy with a plastic bag.
A plastic bag is the loser's ID.

You can be a Greek god,
look like an athlete,

but if a woman sees you
carrying a plastic bag,

it's all over, buddy, for good.

You've lost all hope
of sleeping with her.

You're in the same class
as the old, bald retiree,

who goes to the pharmacy
in shorts and sandals,

and puts a diuretic,
high blood pressure pills,

his keys and his wallet
in a little plastic bag.

Sexually active women
hate seeing that, no?

Why are you so quiet?
Did I just touch a nerve?

-What's wrong?
-Where were you last night?

I already told you. I was with Mom.
The poor thing has otitis.

Very funny.
Does she also have amnesia?

What?

-I phoned her today.
-You did what?

Your mom hasn't seen you
in two months.

-She said that?
-I know where you were last night.

-Where?
-With my wife, you bastard!

-What? You're mistaken.
-You're the critter today.

-Did you really sleep with his wife?
-You did that to your friend?

I was about to die and you ask
if I slept with her or not?

Where's your morality?
You're evil people.

Greta.
It's me, python kid.

-You're not a kid anymore.
-But I'm still a python.

The python kid?
The same old story?

Can I please continue?

-I need your help.
-What do you need?

They want to kill me.
Hide me from them.

He went that way,
all the way to the alley.

Can I have a cig?

Thanks.

-Come.
-Thanks.

-You're welcome. Want one?
-No, Greta. I want my wallet.

That's the first time
she saved my life.

-And the second time?
-I'll tell you.

By then, Greta was the pimp.

She let me hide there,
I lived in a vacant room.

I did odd jobs in the brothel
to cover my expenses.

-I'm here to fix the TV.
-The TV's fine.

-So why did you call me?
-Because our hearts are broken.

I don't fix hearts
but I can find a way to do it.

Greta.

Enough!

-Mohammed.
-Yes?

How about doing something
more useful,

than changing lightbulbs
and cleaning ashtrays?

-Like what?
-Sit down.

I'm going to show you how to be a pimp.
So pay attention.

The world is full of bad pimps.
I don't need another one.

-I'm listening.
-Good.

Lesson number one.
Pimps control people's minds.

And yours is the first mind
you need to control.

As a pimp, you can never act
on an impulse.

You can never speak
about your feelings again.

You need to plan
every move you make.

You need to calculate
every word you say.

-Think you can live like that?
-Yes.

You can have no weaknesses
and no one can know if you do.

No woman respects a pimp, who loses
money gambling or hits the bottle.

You need to look strong.

-Got it.
-This is the toughest part.

-What?
-Don't sleep with your girls.

Only once in a while, as a bonus,
if they make you a bundle.

-Why not?
-Because you need to be a god to them.

And gods don't sleep around
all the time with everybody.

Gods are out of reach.

If something costs you
a lot of money, you value it.

But if it's free
you don't value it at all.

That's why you need to cost
your girls plenty.

The more money they make for you,
the more valuable you are to them.

An escort can never
have anything, ever.

-Why not?
-They have to depend on you.

The less they depend on you
the less you control them.

You must destroy their ego.
Make them hit rock bottom.

Only then you can help them.

Help them feel good
about themselves.

Save them from the problems
you created yourself.

Do that and they won't hate you.

They'll be grateful.

Never trust any of your clients
or any of your escorts.

When money is involved
there can be no trust.

But if somebody wants you to trust them,
it will cost them plenty.

You'll have enemies.
Let them criticize you.

When they criticize you
they look weak, like victims.

And that's good for your reputation.
Never criticize anyone.

Don't help enhance
anybody's reputation.

You need to be tough.
You need to be cold.

-But never... Pay attention.
-I'm listening.

Never ever hit your girls. That only
makes the cops keep an eye on you.

Pimping is a mind game.

You need to hit them, but mentally.
Emotionally.

-That's awful.
-I didn't know how evil she was.

She wasn't evil.

-Last lesson.
-Go ahead.

A good pimp never tells anyone
about his professional secrets.

-So why are you teaching me?
-Because I suck at it.

I can't be tough with my girls.
I think I'm a born escort, not a pimp.

-You think I can be good at it?
-I think you can be the best.

I'm going to bed.

-Good night, Greta.
-Good night, Mohammed.

It's him. I'm positive.

Good evening.

Then a critter on fire
came through the window.

Mohammed!

We never knew
what critter it was.

And then Greta saved my life
for the second time.

But she couldn't save the brothel.
The fire razed the place.

-You have no insurance?
-No, I don't have any insurance.

I never thought they'd throw
a critter on fire in the house.

-I'll pay for the damage.
-With what money?

I've got money. I have my savings.
I made a bundle with the burlap thing.

I'll pay for the reconstruction.
And don't say you can't accept it.

Why would I say
a foolish thing like that?

Sure I'll take your money.
But not to rebuild the house.

Why not?

Because I'm tired.
I'll use the money to travel.

-Where to?
-To Europe.

I'd like to meet Gorbachev,
Beckenbauer, Lucio Dalla.

-Meet my old friends again.
-Lucio Dalla? Attenti al lupo.

Right.

What a shame.
I thought we'd be partners.

No, you're on your own.

You can have the girls
for your own business.

I don't know if I'm ready.

If you're not ready,
don't let anybody know.

Only then you'll be ready.

-Want a beer? I'm going to the store.
-Sure.

My wallet.

That same day
I decided to be a pimp.

But first,
I became an Orthodox Christian.

I baptize you in the name
of the Father...

It wasn't just a way
to be forgiven for my sins.

It was also a way to avoid running into
my old burlap associates.

And that's how Mohammed died
and Vladimir was born.

That was more or less
when I got my first restaurant.

That's when I hired
my very first escorts,

and did everything
Greta taught me.

-Guess what I learned.
-What?

An amazing rubdown.

It makes you go wild.
Let's go back there to show you.

Maira, tell me something.
How much did you pay me this week?

-Three hundred.
-You think that's a lot?

No.

So why do you think
you deserve to be with me?

Sorry.

When you pay me 2,000,

I'll think about the possibility
of having your rubdown.

Now get lost, I'm busy.

I also started using
some of my own ideas.

Maira...

-I have a job for you.
-I'm listening.

Go to the best colleges,
seduce the accountants,

and find out
who the deadbeat students are.

I want names,
phone numbers and pictures

of all the girls
that can't pay their tuition.

Okay.

It's for a good cause,

since we'll help the girls
realize their dream of getting a diploma

and making their parents proud.

That's all, honey.

Then I did something
that proved Greta was right about me.

I was a born pimp.
I was much better than her.

-The disciple surpassed the master.
-What did you do?

-What did I do?
-I climbed the Everest of pimping.

I broke the sound barrier
of prostitution.

Guys, I landed on the moon.

You're scaring me.
What did you do?

I sent the ball straight down the net

from one side of the court
to another, with one hand!

Congratulations, son.
It's a nice restaurant.

Who would've guessed, Mom?

The kid that was such a headache,
who was the devil incarnate,

would have his own business,
be a respectable businessman?

I always knew
you'd make me proud, son.

Even when I painted that moustache
on uncle Alfredo while he was asleep?

-It never happened, okay?
-Good idea.

I introduced my mom
to my girls.

I said they were with
the Christian group next door,

and had discounts
at the restaurant.

And she believed me.
They even became friends.

Tell me, girls.
Which of you is interested in my son?

-You really want to know?
-Of course.

-Both of us.
-I knew it.

They're pretty.

I can get you an ugly one,
but they cost more.

It's a tough choice.

Don't rush it.
Take your time. Think about it.

-I know.
-Which one?

-The eldest.
-They're the same age.

What? The one in white
is older than the others.

Today, I need a mature woman.

-Really?
-Yes, I really do.

-She's not for sale.
-Why not? Just name your price.

Why not Maira,
the one on the right?

She looks like a rookie,
but she's the most experienced.

No, I want the eldest.

The thing is...

The thing is I've never charged
less than 5,000 for her.

-Five thousand?
-Yes.

-Five thousand is too much.
-I know.

-Forget it. No way.
-Exactly.

-Vladimir, come here a minute.
-I'll be right back.

-Stop it!
-He's looking at you!

-I'm too old.
-Yes?

-Don't say anything.
-Why not? Let me speak.

I don't know.
I'm kind of embarrassed.

-Why? You're still beautiful.
-What? Speak up.

You tell him.

Your mom thinks your friend
is very interesting.

Really?

-I have good news for you.
-What?

-I convinced her to charge half price.
-Really?

-With one condition.
-What?

She only does
the girlfriend experience.

So you need to be nice,
take her out to dinner.

You can't seem to be paying her.

So don't even think about
showing any money.

-You pay me. How about it?
-Perfect.

And so I sold my mom.

-Am I not a genius?
-Unbelievable, Ariel.

-I couldn't. How could you do that?
-What can I say? I have a gift.

Some trashy gift.

Didn't you feel bad, Ariel?
Didn't you feel guilty?

I do admit I felt
a little guilty afterwards.

So I switched religions again
to see if I improved,

and moved my restaurant
to Bom Retiro.

Then I read in the paper
that my burlap associates were arrested.

And it was that same day
that Greta showed up in my life again.

-Guess who I ran into? Fat Greta.
-She's back from Europe?

Yes, if she ever left, that is.

She said she went on a cruise
with Chevy Chase.

-Can you believe that?
-She hasn't changed a bit.

-More or less.
-How come?

She's dating a younger guy.
She supports him, gives him everything.

He humiliates her.
She's not well.

-Who is it?
-Your python kid.

I haven't felt this good in ages.

Maybe since I lived in Provence
with Charles Aznavour.

That's not what I heard.

I hope this isn't unpleasant news,
but people are liars.

So you don't consider
yourself people?

Sometimes I don't.

-And how are you?
-Happy to see you again.

Greta! Greta!

-What's that?
-Stay out of it. I'll be back.

Yes, honey?

-How much have you got?
-You spent all of it?

All of it?
The two dimes you gave me?

-It's all I had.
-You better get some more.

I'm not dating an old lady
that gives me nothing.

Don't say that.

Why not? Look at you.
Look at your face.

See those wrinkles and those spots?
I can already smell you rotting.

-Let her go, you bastard!
-Don't touch me. Who are you?

I'm the guy who will kick your butt,
if you don't leave right now.

Stop, Ariel!

I'll be back tomorrow.

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

I'm tired.
I need to get some rest.

Thanks for coming over.

Greta!

Put that down!
Are you crazy?

Leave me alone.
Why don't you leave me alone?

I'm just a formality.
I don't exist anymore.

Remember what you told me
a long time ago?

There are two kinds of people
in this world.

Those that cry
and those that make us cry.

When did you switch sides?
Look at me, Greta.

You're not the kind that cries.
I know that. Come back to this side.

Come back to this side.

Greta, you're not the kind
that cries.

I know you're not.
Come back to this side.

I gave her a job at my restaurant,

she dumped the bastard
and got back on her feet.

Greta saved my life twice
and I saved hers once.

Poor Greta.

She made up a glorious past she
never had to deal with her boring life.

Do we split the bill?

Can somebody pay my share?
I forgot my wallet.

That old trick.
Forgetting your wallet.

-Don't worry.
-Yes. The old trick.

-What is it?
-We've been officially notified.

About what?

The land was interdicted.
We can't start building.

End of episode 11