Pizza, Beer, and Cigarettes (Pizza, birra, faso)

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A private car with occupants

acting suspiciously, QSL?

Negative, sir...

it doesn't have a record in our files, QSL?

PIZZA, BEER AND SMOKES

in condition to give you the news...

You don't have to be abandoned!

We must fight to win! We must fight to get victory!

Seven, twenty six, QSL?

That's right, make the math.

9.4 degrees, humidity 48...

Looking for a male suspect

wearing jeans, long hair.

The ministry of home affairs...

What's the QTH of such vehicle?

I inform you it has been used for kidnapping.

The rates were released...

the unemployment rate would be around 2 million and 50 thousand...

Go, go. Come on!

Windows up and lock the doors. You, man...

put your hands between your legs and put your head down.

No, no, stop! What's going on, man?

Nothing's going on! Just give us the money, OK?

Don't look at me! Don't.

You're mistaken, brother. I don't have dough.

I'm not your brother, motherfucker! Give us the cash.

- Go! Go! - No, but...

- How the fuck do I open this case? - I'm just a worker like you.

Worker... and this? You're no worker, you're a businessman or something.

I have nothing more!

You have a family, right? Do you want to see them again?

Yes! Lower the gun!

Well, then, hand over the cash, man! Give us the cash!

Don't look at me, motherfucker! Or I'll kill you.

But, what do you want? Search me, I have nothing...

When I find something, I'll whack you.

- You'll make me lose my flight. - Flight? Man, forget about your flight.

Give me the money or you're dead, asshole.

Bu... But...

Don't cry, you piece of shit! Just give me the dough!

- Pull your pants down, go! - What do you mean the pants?

I said put your fucking pants down!

He gave you all the money, leave him alone.

What do you know about him giving the money!

I said shut up, I'll talk to you later.

Easy, man, easy.

Pull your pants lower!

- I'm not from around here, man. - I didn't ask you, asshole!

You have to give me the money or I'll kill you and him, too!

- Lower the gun, lower it. - Fuck, man.

Don't you tell me what I have to do!

- What is this? - It's spare change, it's not much dough.

What spare change? You won't even keep a token from this!

- Man, you need to calm down. - And what is this?

- Is this also spare change to you? - I have nothing more.

- Move forward. - But, what are you doing?

What do you have here?

Look at the shit he has! Didn't you say you had nothing more?

What the hell...

Hey, dude! Are you letting me through or what?

No, I fucking won't, you pompous ass.

Man, I've been honking for three blocks. I have passengers here!

And I don't give a shit about it! Got it, rocket man?

- I'm telling you, let us through. - No!

- Man, let us through, we're in a hurry. - I'm not talking to you, shitty Cordovan.

- What did you say? - That you're a shitty Cordovan, dude.

Come outside! Come on!

Come here!

I'll kick you 'till I break you!

- Stop, you son of a bitch. - Come here!

- Stop him! Tell him to stop. - Come here!

Cordovan, come back here! You motherfucker!

- Let's go, let's go. - Go on! Start the car.

What are you doing, you idiot?

So, your husband left?

- Megabon, give me a cigarette. - I ran out of cigarettes.

When the others get here, we'll buy some.

- No, give me one now. - I told you I don't have any.

This Cordovan is crazy, crazy! No...

Look... and be thankful I'm not asking you for dough now.

So you better teach him good,

or everything gets fucked up.

- How daring, this guy. - You got anything, man?

Yeah, I got some cash.

Here, you take it.

Cordovan, I don't want to work with this guy anymore.

How are you all?

Cordovan, we're fucking hungry here.

Yeah, man, about time. We've been waiting here,

I don't know what the hell you were thinking.

Why didn't you bring the pizzas?

And that's what you were waiting for?

Yes, man, and now you have to go buy them, fools.

Máquina, why didn't you get them yourself?

First, I had no money, second...

Fuck off! You idiot.

Second, I didn't want to.

Besides, Sandra is sick, man.

You're the sick one, asshole.

- Girl, do you want to eat or not? - I do, but I'm not sick.

Besides, I want to eat on a table, I don't want to eat here on the floor.

No, we can't afford a table.

We can afford pizza and beer, standing up.

- Man, let's go to Banchero. - What's Banchero?

Banchero, man, who invented the cheese fugazza.

No, we're not going there!

Let's go to Ugi's.

Pablo, shall we?

Yeah, let's go.

- Pablo, here you go. - Sweet.

I once met a girl who got turned on by that obelisk.

Turned on, how?

I don't know... She said it was some kind of penis

that captured all the penile waves around the city.

That girl was a whore, man.

- Whore? We dated for two years. - Exactly.

I don't know, man.

Erecting a giant dick in the middle of the city?

She must come from Buenos Aires.

And you Cordovans who don't get in the game?

The law.

You're having a kid, man. Knew that?

Not me, Sandra.

Don't play dumb.

Dude, how will you name her if it's a girl?

- Julia. - Why?

- She was an aunt I loved very much. - Cool.

- And if he's a boy? - Pablo.

Let's go.

Cordovan.

Dude, can you see a little window on top of the obelisk?

Yeah, so?

Once I saw these guys coming down from there with a rope.

They were three.

- Why would they do that? - I don't know!

You don't know? They didn't say why?

I don't know, man. Surely they were just hanging out.

The view from up there must be pretty?

Man, these pizzas aren't filling enough.

I told you, bro. Banchero, Banchero.

You keep talking about your Banchero. Do they fuck you there?

- Do you have some money left? - No.

- And you? Got any dough? - Not one peso, beast.

How come you never have even one peso on you, asshole?

I'm unemployed, asshole.

Your brain is unemployed, dude.

- Who's coming with me? - Where are you going?

Around.

- No, man, stay. All of us ate already. - I'm still hungry.

- But, kid, you're always hungry. - I'm hungry, too.

- Frula, are you hungry? - Yeah, man.

Then come with me. No? Come on, man!

- Weren't you hungry? - Yes, I am.

Hi, there, man.

What's up, Cripple?

What's up, Cordoba? What are you guys doing here?

- Nothing... Still playing the viola? - Yeah, working a little.

Cripple, I have a pair of shoes for you, they're too small for me,

in exchange for pizzas.

Don't come make fun of me, at this time of day I am not in the mood.

You're scaring the people away. Get lost.

People? There's no one around.

I'm having a group of people who will listen, from the Sheraton.

- A group of assholes would listen to you. - What's wrong, dude?

Did you come just to make fun? Why don't you go with your girl?

She's doing some other guy over there. Come on, take him with you, go.

Get it together.

Woman? What woman are you talking about, man?

Go away, come on, off you go.

You fucking cripple!

What the fuck are you doing, dude? You son of a bitch!

Stop, stop.

- You son of a whore. - Stop, calm down.

What are you doing? You're robbing me, motherfucker!

Let go, you son of a bitch!

- Asshole! - I have it all.

Let go! Son of a bitch! You motherfucker.

Go away! Fuck off!

Come and get us!

I'm gonna kill you!

I'll get you, son of a bitch... I'll get you and I'll kill you.

Son of a bitch!

Come on, Sandra, let me help you.

What's wrong with you, baby? Can't you see how I look?

I'm not saying you should jump. Come on, I'll help.

- Stop, baby, you're drunk. - Go, man, do it, do it!

Cordoba, I won't put up with this. I'm leaving.

Hey, Cordoba!

- Go ahead, close it. - OK, OK, I'm closing.

Cordoba!

Man, an elevator, some stairs, there's got to be something here.

- There's a bed in here, take a look. - Man, you're right, a little bed.

Besides, I don't think there's an elevator here, dude.

Megabon, don't lie down! There may be fleas.

- Let me, I'm tired. - Shut up!

- I'm just lying here. - Shut up!

Hear the water running, dude...

Look at these gals, dude.