Amongst Men (Entre Hombres)

Saturday, March 2

Sweetheart, get in the car 'cause I got a big job!

Do it!

Ladies, listen here. The people we're gonna see are way high up,

so I want you to behave. I want you to make a lovely trio.

It's a big score. So if you do behave,

I'm willing to split it in half with you. See?

These people are the top. So, do whatever they ask.

Understood, Yiyi? Yiyi!

Yes, I heard you, Poppa.

Come on!

Don't talk cash with these people. That subject's been taken care of.

And please. Don't fuck up. Yeah? Yeah.

Good! The hookers are here Whoa! Yea! Now we party!

Hello. Momma, come over here. Yeah. Come here. Come on, Momma.

Yiyi! Yiyi. Move. Yiyi! Yiyi!

Fat man, help me! Come help me!

Can't you see the chick OD'd?

Get her out of here.

We, we have to call an ambulance. She'll die. She's dying, the chick.

Get her out of here. Tucumano knows what has to be done.

Nothing has happened here. You're leaving this moment from here.

And as if you've never seen us. That clear? Get her out of here!

Over here. Over here! Hurry! Hurry! Help us please! She's dying!

Come on! Come on! Tucuman ! She overdosed!

Okay. The other side. Go to the other side!

But what the hell happened?

Son of a fucking bitch! I told you not to do bullshit! You fucked up.

I said it! Fuck you and your mother!

Put her there. Put her there. Put her there. Son of a bitch! Dammit!

Go start... Go start the car!

Yiyi. Yiyi! Yiyi!

No! Please don't die. Don't die.

Where're you going? Yiyi. Yiyi!

Where to, Tucu?

To see the doctor.

Cutie, have a light?

Among Men

Hey!

Hey, Pájaro! It's me, Tucu!

Hang on. I'm coming.

Did they nail you, dude?

No, look at that.

I had to erase them.

There was a heavy problem, and and so I had to clean up.

Holy shit, brother.

Do me a solid, Pájaro. They gotta vanish or I'm a dead man.

I have to kill the rumors to, to rescue something

which, which oh well the less you know the better.

Make the bodies disappear. There's too much heat behind this.

I've got it all worked out.

We chop the bodies, we take them to Varela, they grind them up.

Help me out with this work! I told you. It's a heavy problem!

Do me a solid, little brother.

Take it. Take a shot and wait for me here.

What's this?

Easy. It's the clean one you always take.

Let's speed it up, bro 'cause there's not much time.

Chill. I'm going to get the tools.

First, we chop up, and the heads we'll put aside

'cause I'll deal with that later.

- Diced? - Exactly.

I'm going to dice until they're in pieces like some pico de gallo.

Here we go!

Wait for me here. I'll be right back.

Ready.

Let's see if your hand's that good. Put down your cards. Go.

Let's see those cards. Don't get too cocky. You might regret.... What?

Here goes! Alright! Now you're the one who's not smiling!

Here we go! Go. Put it down. Yo! What's in your hand?

Let's go! Let's go for the gold! Let's go for the gold! Come on!

Come on! Come on! Let's see those hands! Feel on fire? Show it!

With this hand I've got here...

Don't get too cocky, my young man. You might live to regret it.

Oh, put 'em down! Put 'em down! Throw it! Throw it! And you?

And you? Throw it, son! 36 is the best!

Look at what's in my hand. Look at what's in my hand.

I want to see Bruman!

How are things, Don Bruman?

How are you?

You look nervous, disoriented like a confused hog on asphalt.

I brought you some feed for the pigs.

We had a mishap with some people.

And you know how these things end always.

Of course. Well, how wouldn't I know? You're asking for a favor, no?

Something like that.

Something like that. And you know I'm very good about favors. Well.

Let me tell you something.

I don't like those sons of bitches who come for a visit

asking for favors. Therefore, one turn deserves another.

Ask whatever you want. Don Bruman, whatever you want.

A woman. One of those from your stable.

Then it's done. Yes, consider it done. Yeah.

Alright, Saturino. Go and get that stuff.

Hurry. Hurry. Get what those boys have in their car

and bring it over and give it to the hogs!

- Thanks, Don Bruman. - You're welcome.

Friday, March 8

That's your broken ass.

What a shot, Poppa.

Listen, dude. Dude, angle the shot. Angle it towards the red ball.

Give up, Muerto. You haven't made one the whole night.

Hey, what's wrong, asshole? Getting heated?

No one, no one gets our of here. Got it?

Dude you really fucked up. I knew this wasn't work for you.

- You're way too hot, dude. - What are you saying, asshole?

He did this himself. He overdosed.

I had nothing in this, dude. I'm not taking responsibility.

Plus, he was with someone. Didn't you see him, too?

- I saw nothing. - Me, less.

Fine, drop the act, asshole. What happened here?

What do I know? Can't say! Can't say, dude. Can't say! I said that to him.

Easy now, champ. That guy's my friend, Muerto.

Aw, dude! Stop fucking! Can't you see I'm deep in this hole?

This damn shithead overdosed right here inside!

Fuck me sideways, assholes.

Take it easy. How do you know it's an OD? Did you take his pulse?

There was this guy who had an attack of epilepsy.

Epilepsy. Listen to Brando. You gotta get a belt and put it right here,

between the teeth. So he won't bite his tongue.

Stop. Stop, Muerto. The belt in the mouth is when he's convulsing.

This one's gone. But Brando has a point. Did you check his pulse, Rios?

No, asshole. Touch him? Not even with a stick. No, dude.

I'll leave my prints on him, I'll be a sitting duck. No, dude.

Then come the cops, the dicks... And nailed. No! Forget it.

Touch him yourself, dude. See if he's breathing at least.

- Brando, check his pulse. Do it. -Touch your sister's crotch, dude.

- Why don't you do it? - Because you had the idea.

And who gives a shit? The one who's on the spot is Flaco Ríos.

He was over on the side. He works over here.

I told him the deal when he came.

You've got a point.

Gentlemen, here goes his friend.

- Now what? - And now?

Rios, call the ambulance and say there's a body waiting for them.

We'll take off and Flaco stays as guard,

until the po-po comes to go to the station and get his statement.

Let's go, Muerto. Brando, we gotta take off.

Hang on, dudes! No, don't you leave. No, dudes! No.

Don't leave me alone with this fat corpse!

Good luck, Flaco.

Plus, if the rats should ask me. I'll have to tell them you were in back

when the dude overdosed. They might call you as witnesses.

Ah, yeah?

And you might get your balls cut off, Flaco.

Aw, dudes don't be assholes! Don't take off, dudes. Hey! Listen.

If you do me a solid in this, you drink top shelf the whole month.

Sorry, but no, Flaco.

Look, dudes. Don't you realize? There'll be a huge shitstorm.

They'll close the club forever. Ciao pool, ciao to drink, ciao to all.

Ciao to all. They close us for life. There it is.

Once there's a death, there's no chance. Not in hell. Not in hell.

We're all done, dudes. We're done. And all for what?

Because you didn't want to give me a hand, dude.

Work out something.

One month of Fernet and pool no charge.

Yes! Done, brother.

To me, we've got to take him to the kitchen sink

and dissolve him in muriatic acid.

I say you watch too much TV, bro.

What must be done is to drag the body over to an abandoned lot

and leave him there.

- Ah, yes. Right. - Then what?

Douse him in kerosene and set him on fire?

Stop, you nut. Stop. Let's see if you can follow.

The thing is getting him out.

Plant him somewhere else, and make it look natural.

A guy who snorted too much and got fucked. Where to, Flaco?

Tell us. It's your 'hood.

Right. Right. No, can't say. There's, there's this alley four blocks away.

No, too far.

- Placita Lugones? - No, too much light.

Think hard, Flaco.

Can't say, dude.

Got it! Yo! Construction the next block. It's covered.

Are you nuts? How will we get him there? No chance in hell, dude.

You can scratch it..

Hm! Hold on. But yes, dude! Let me tell you.

It's been stopped, the project. It's more than a month it's been stopped.

No shadow of a worker. Nothing. It's empty there in front. Check it.

Well. We'll do that one then. Come on, Muerto.

We'll do that.

Well, bring me a beer.

Stop joking. Drink it when you get back, dude.

No, listen, Flaco. Bring me a beer, Flaco! Did you hear? Bring me a beer!

And bring some gloves as well. Some gloves. It's like Kingo told you.

Gotta be natural. We've got to set up the scene.

We've got to sit the guy on the ground. Against a wall. We sit him.

Throw in some cigarette butts... Some peanuts.

Right. Right. Muss up his hair.

And the beer, huh? Right beside him.

Sure. Sure, sure, sure.

Well, hurry. Go get the beer. Go.

Hurry. And the gloves!

Come! The coast is clear.

Okay. Come. Come. Come. Careful here. Careful here. Careful here!

What's wrong with you?

- Muerto, you motherfucker! - Sorry, dude.

This way, dude. Here.

What? What?