The Last Party (La última fiesta)

Everything's set.

The dance floor is over there.

The drinks are in the laundry room on ice.

Later, when the guests are here, we serve the sandwiches.

Then at around 11:30 p.m. I give my speech,

we release the balloons and the cake comes out.

You think, Alan? It's 11 and nobody's here.

They'll come, you'll see. Same as always.

If you say so.

Son!

What did I tell you?

Trust me.

Son, I brought you a friend.

Who is he, dad?

Coco's son, the paper guy. The one who brings me my magazines.

The porn mags?

Erotic! They have good articles. Your father reads them too.

Okay,

have fun!

Bye, sir.

I'm Pedro, I brought you a gift.

It's a magic necklace, I made it.

Thank you.

-Here are some chips... -Balloons!

No!

The balloons were nice.

This birthday party couldn't be worse.

Happy birthday to you!

Wait, dad!

-Happy birthday, dear Alan! -Wait, not everyone's here.

You told me to bring the cake after the balloons were released.

I can't believe it.

I'm going to get the camera!

Go ahead, Alan, make a wish.

I want to throw incredible parties.

With a lot of people and gorgeous girls.

What do you want?

Go on, make a wish. I'll share them with you.

I want to be a sketch artist and make a living out of it.

Here, Pedro.

-Make a wish. -Like what?

Whatever you want.

I wish you were my friends.

Bad wish.

Horrible.

Smile!

THE LAST PARTY

Well... the art piece we see here...

is a painting...

with a pig on a table.

Some people call it a hog, others swine.

It's an animal on a table.

There are two cats as well. It's called Acrylic on Canvas.

Here I am.

You can't imagine what it's like.

My sister's disease is incredible.

Diarrhea, vomiting. Old myths.

Come closer.

That you can't bathe with diarrhea so I asked the doctor.

"My sister has diarrhea, can she bathe with it?"

And he said, "If she has enough, let her."

So we ended up in the hospital, as usual.

It has a bit of green as well, like your eyes.

Can you believe that guy?

He says "A bit of green".

The artist spends ten years looking for the perfect shade

and the guy says, "A bit of green".

Memorize it.

He doesn't know anything about the paintings.

But everyone is paying attention to him.

He could show some respect to the artist.

Come on.

Atilio.

There's an old lady stealing magnets in the store.

Give her a scare, it's the third time.

Cover me, Dante.

I'll take a look and tell you more later.

ALAN NUÑEZ TOP REALTOR

Alan, it's dad.

What site was it where cougars are after sons-in-law?

That's all. And get some toilet paper, double ply.

Alan, I sent you the info on a mansion for sale.

And at nine, people are going to see the apartment you're showing.

He'll be free in 15 more minutes.

I'll wait, it's okay.

I want to see you this weekend. Okay!

I want to see you too, don't get jealous.

Here, and hold the calls. He's on a conference call with Spain.

What are you doing here?

Something wrong? Is an ashtray on fire?

Did they steal some stickers and we have to evacuate?

He wants to show his drawings to Oaklander.

-You draw? -Yes.

Really?

Show me. I can give them to him.

No, I can wait.

Use me. I have a connection with him.

You and I are co-workers.

It's alright. I can wait, I have time.

Are you shy?

The idiot's shy.

You have to expose yourself. Besides, we're a team, right?

Okay.

Let's see.

You drew these?

Yes.

Incredible!

This is crap! What is this?

They're just doodles.

This is kind of hot. I think I saw it in a motel.

It's a piece of crap.

Listen, I'll show them to him...

I'm just messing with you! I don't go to motels.

They're kind of gloomy but I can pitch them for you.

Make a pitch.

How?

Sell them to me.

In art there are two branches.

I'm falling asleep.

I'll show them to him.

I'll leave them here

so Oaklander can see them.

Look for me, I'll be around. Thank you.

You won't get anywhere with that attitude.

REINOSO MOVING COMPANY

As you can see, the house is fantastic.

1200 square meters of land, top-notch details, pool, garden, stairs.

Marble stairs.

-Italian marble. -Very good! Great.

I'm glad they recommended you, to sell my house.

I love my job. I can sell or rent anything.

Actually, I'm the best.

Do you live alone?

It's the best way to live.

I buy and sell houses according to the market.

Congratulations, you have very good taste.

-For houses and for art. -Thank you.

Everything you see here is important and valuable to me.

I'm moving everything out upstairs today.

I'll clear the downstairs on Monday.

I'll be travelling and will be back on Sunday,

so you should have all weekend, not should,

you have the whole weekend to show the house.

No problem.

I hope so. Can I trust you?

Of course, I'm the best.

Well, what happened?

It slipped, boss. Sorry.

Why are you so scared?

I don't like scared men.

And I'm sure this can be fixed.

I'll take the tail to the shop and it'll be like new again.

That's right...

the tail to the shop

and it'll be fixed again.

I only brought it from Rome last week.

We'll fix it.

If it can be fixed,

we'll fix it right now.

Can you fix it now?

I see it can still be fixed. You do it too.

Go ahead, it can be fixed!

Harder! It can be fixed!

It can be fixed!

Can you fix it? Can you fix it?

Can you?

That's it!

Alright.

You shouldn't hold on to material things.

Over here, like I was saying.

-What's up? -Hi!

-How are you? -Fine, you?

Give me a better kiss!

What's new?

I'm writing the divorce papers of two 92-year-olds.

Can you believe it?

Whoa.

I'll be with you until I'm 105, if I'm still around, so be prepared.

What's for dinner?

I see you're very romantic tonight.

-I'll make some pasta. -Okay.

Will you help me cook?

I walked by the real estate agency on the corner.

-Yeah? -I saw...

a nice apartment we could rent, good price.

-That's good. -The realtor said I could see it tomorrow.

It's a little bit bigger, lots of light. It's nice.

-So you went in the agency. -Yes, I went in.

I didn't know we were looking.

No, I just walked by and asked.

You're really pressuring me.

-What do you mean? -Yeah, I don't know.

I just walked into the agency, I didn't ask you to propose.

-You had to bring it up. -What?

-Marriage, moving, big wedding... -You're such an asshole.

-How much is that stupid apartment? -Why "Stupid"?

Okay, the cute apartment with three rooms.

That's right, three bedrooms, bigger than this one.

How much is it?

-A little more than this one. -Yeah...