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The bar, my foosball...

No.

This is not a nightmare.

No, no, don't be discouraged.

Don't give up,

we can turn this game around.

- Are you blaming me?

- No!

- Do your best and full speed ahead.

- What...?

I wasted my life on foosball

now I have nothing.

What do you mean 'nothing'? Wait up!

You have much more than El Grosso.

Please, Amadeo, stop.

My legs are short.

I'm useless.

Laura's leaving and I...

I can't help it. I have

no way to keep her here.

On top of everything,

I'm talking to

a piece of lead, as if it

were perfectly normal.

- Are you done?

- Yes!

I'm not a piece of lead.

I'm Left Winger and Captain of

the best foosball team in the world.

And you are undefeated champion.

You have an accurate eye,

perfect balance, a supreme wrist.

Did you forget the mechanic

next door's challenge?

He was destroying us and

laughing at you, remember?

- This was his laugh...

- No, not like that.

- He laughed like this.

- No!

- How, then?

- Like a squirrel. Sorta...

And his friend's laugh...

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

We were losing 3-0

and came back to win 4-3.

Amadeo, we're unbeatable!

You and me,

we don't need anyone else.

Let's find our dependable boys.

Women come and go willy nilly.

Do you think they'll ever come?

Let'em go if they want!

Once we get the team together

we won't fear anyone.

We do what we do best and it'll

end like the mechanic, Amadeo.

4-3. 4-3!

We don't need anyone. No one.

Not the town,

not the bar,

not Laura...

No.

Laura, yes.

Then, you'll get her!

With the team behind you,

forget el Grosso, you'll see.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Let's find the guys.

- Where?

- I dunno.

In the foosball, I know

every inch, but out here...

- Give me some time...

- I know!

- In the trash.

- In the trash.

Where do they dump the trash?

I dunno, the dump?

- To the dump!

- Let's go!

- Did we really beat the mechanic?

- 4-3, Amadeo.

Goals scored by Beto, el Loco

and two of mine. Remember?

- Your last one was offside.

- No, no. It was on the line.

Where are we going?

Nowhere special, my weekend house.

Hold on tight.

- Isn't this great!

- I don't like this.

Why not? I do it every day.

The best part is,

they keep coming back.

Please, don't. Please!

Can you tell me how we're

going to find them here?

One step at a time.

Let's calm down, roll up our

sleeves and let's get started.

Woah! Crazy trip.

Oh, what's this!

The field got wider.

Beto, Beto!

Offside!

Help! Help!

No!

Look at what El Beto did!

You're El Beto!

Loco! Beto!

- Capi!

Bless your eyes that see me.

You don't know how we suffered

from our separation.

Look... How about that?

Beto wants to do this.

He wants to be free.

Ole, ole! Sausage and puree!

Ole, ole! Sausage and puree!

Careful.

- Turn, turn. Watch the hair.

- I'm free.

I'm free as the morning sun. Free!

This is great!

Beto always was the top scorer,

but, watch out now!

What scorer?

I'm top scorer, Beto.

Sure, Capi. Pardon, Beto got confused.

Big scorer!

Play along.

Seem he went a bit loco.

I heard that.

I repeat:
I'm top scorer.

No, seriously.

Did the rat eat your brain?

The scorer was always Beto.

We all know it.

And it's pretty hard to score

in this useless team.

You're useless!

If I didn't pass it to you,

you'd never touch the ball.

He must've hit his head.

I'll hit YOU in the head,

big mouth. I score!

With one hand tied behind...

- Don't push me.

- I'm so scared.

Beto, seriously...

I scored those goals alone.

Guys, this is really bad for football.

We must be united.

Aligned with the universe!

Ohmmm...

You couldn't score a goal

on an unguarded rainbow.

Nee-noo, nee-noo...

Oh, an ambulance, come to

haul off the poor nut.

They'll haul YOU off

when I'm done with you.

With one hand tied behind...

- Back off or I'll snap you in half!

- I'll kill you!

Enough!

We're alone, guys.

You're all I have left.

Amadeo.

Did you know, tears are...

the wake that the soul leaves

in the sea of existence?

Who's "awake" where?

- Shut up, fool !

- Don't tell me to shut up.

Look...

Let's not confuse sensitivity

with stupidity.

Stupidity is what you're saying, now.

Better shut up.

- He's putting you on.

- We're just warming up.

Beto's the scorer.

How pathetic!

Liso?

- Lisandro, burgundy suits you!

- Garnet!

Lookin' good !

Did you get highlights?

Now you really ARE full of garbage.

Why don't you say that to my face?

Since you ask so nicely.

For 30 years I've wanted to

tell you to your face.

What's the matter? Lost your nerve?

Rat got your tongue?

- Us, no...

- But yours, yes.

- Don't show them fear.

- Look who's talking.

Come on!

There.

No, Beto didn't make it!

No!

Poor Beto. They took him!

We didn't defend him.

- We're worthless.

- No one is worth nothing.

We're all worth everything.

What?

Never mind him. That's just

how he talks, poor devil.

We gotta go. We can't

stay in this house forever.

Sure, let's see if the owner comes back.

Beto, Beto, Betito, Betito.

You knew he was our top scorer, no?

Our top scorer.

And best friend.

Always humble,

thinking of others.

Poor Beto.

Capi, Beto is one with the universe.

When our time comes

to join him, we'll be three.

With the universe?

With the universe, four.

With the rest of us, twelve.

We'll keep the universe

on the bench and still win.

Guys!

What are you doing up there?

Get down, you show-off.

Easy, Rabies, quiet! Woah!

Well?

You missed Beto, no?

Oh, please!

Who could ever miss you?

Why does he treat him like that?

Otherwise, he climbs all over you.

Look what he did to the rat.

Where'd Amadeo get to?

Look.

Left.

Left. Right.

Ahead.

Back, back. Ahead.

There, there!

We found them.

Let's go.

- They're taking it.

- Look! There!

Let's go, whatever-your-name is!

C'mon, we don't have all night.

How gross, yuck!

"I wanna foosball. I wanna foosball."

The things I do for money!

What are you doing, imbecil?

The 'imbecil' is dead,

long live your worst nightmare.

Remember me!

My name's Amadeo.

See that? I did it.

I chased him off, alone.

No one is ever totally alone.

He was afraid of me.

I even scared myself.

Yes, very nice.

It turned out well for you.

Let's look for the others.

No!

Everybody get off! Down!

Hi-ho, Rabies! Away!

No! Beto no!

Don't do this to me again.

Come back!

Why are you still here?

Go get him!

Didn't he give you the best

part of his life? Wretched rat!

Look, he left a trail of hair.

Let's follow it!

Ciao, Brownie, we gotta go.

You just gonna leave me here?

- Can you think of anything else?

- I don't think. I'm pure feeling.

Well, Baldie, looks like

you stay here. Ciao.

Fine. If you don't take me,

who will you play against?

Welcome to my humble home.

What a lovely statue.

I love abstract art.

Yes, yes.

I adore it..

I admire your good taste.

That makes two of us.

No, dear, the one on the end.

Tell her to aim at the Cordoban.

Take it easy, bro...

...it's Ok.

Easy, easy. Don't mess

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