Ronda nocturna

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Marcelo Cspedes

and Serge Lalou presents

an Edgardo Cozarinsky film

"NIGHT WATCH"

Metro

- What's up, dude?

- How's it going?

Long time, no see.

Everything cool?

We haven't seen you in a while.

Look, he's playing dumb,

not answering me.

- Where have you been?

- Where were you, dude?

Look, he's still playing dumb.

No, what's up?

You were missing.

- No, I'm working.

- Are you dating?

Did you get married?

No, I'm working hard.

I'm not dating.

Nothing much, cool.

Money, work.

The night of Buenos

Aires is very pretty.

- Everything's cool.

- Is the nightlife fun?

Very much.

Lots of fun.

That's what I thought.

Hey, let me borrow your

glasses and get going.

Excuse me; We are

casting for a movie...

Come on, dude, I've been in

Buenos Aires for 3 years.

Don't try to sell

me the movie bit.

At sunset, when she leaves,

at sunset.

At sunset, he goes to work,

at sunset.

He goes to the station

and takes the train,

They whistle from a van,

they look from the platform,

at sunset.

Streets of moon, people

without fortune or love.

Lights and hookers, cheap

contact for some booze.

At sunset,

he crosses the city,

at sunset.

Dirt streets are left

behind at sunset.

I wonder how it's

gonna be today,

how much I'll make...

Dirty police inspector,

don't even want to see you,

at sunset.

Where were you last Tuesday?

I passed by three times.

At 8 o'clock, at 10...

and after midnight.

Last Tuesday?

I don't know, can't remember.

I thought you were hiding

and I wouldn't see you.

And how's business going?

The streets are empty.

Less and less people.

The streets, the streets,

always the streets.

You are handsome,

well-mannered...

and very presentable.

You should work at

a bar or something.

Really?

Yeah.

When I ask you

about your business...

it's because I care for you.

Don't be so wary.

What am I, an IRS agent?

I don't ask for a report.

I don't ask for

interest, percentages,

nothing like that... please.

I know, daddy.

Oh! C'mon, c'mon,

move, move.

You are protected, right?

I mean, you wear condoms.

I care for you.

You're OK?

What color would you like?

Be careful, you hear.

Any day now, they

could transfer me...

and you'll have no protection.

Can I get out?

Get out, get out.

Who's stopping you?

Who is stopping you?

That was not part of the deal.

Are you hungry or what?

And you?

The police inspector

passed by an hour ago.

Again?

Yeah, but I got rid of him.

He cums too fast.

Why don't you follow my advice

and change neighborhoods?

For a while, at least.

Sooner or later he'll

get transferred.

Until then, you can

try out someplace else.

Really?

Where, in Constitucion?

F*** off!

I won't trade Santa Fe and

Pueyrredon for anything.

Plus, there are

people who know me,

well-to-do guys that know me;

They know where to find me...

Among them, an old fart

that fucks you twice a week,

and for free.

No, that is called

"protection", OK?

I'd rather have that than

two cops trying to lock me up...

because they want a bribe.

The inspector is a

serious man, dude.

I mean it.

Yeah.

Besides, he knows that what I make,

I make selling joints, not my body.

He is not stupid,

nor is he broke,

he does not threaten me, ok?

He even gave me his cell

number so I can call him...

if I need anything.

What else can I ask for?

In Constitucion!

Yeah, right!

How about an even

shittier neighborhood?

You know what I think?

That the old fart

is in love with you.

How long has he been

looking for you?

Six months?

Anyone else would've let go...

but this one comes back.

Always.

Twice a week.

Haven't you ever thought of asking

him for more than protection?

- Here's to health!

- Health?

Ouch, you moron!

What?

C'mon, are you gonna

give me a massage?

No, you are tense.

Your back is hard as steel,

don't you feel it?

You are stressed out.

How do you feel?

Yeah, it hurts a little.

But...

No, no, how do you feel?

Vctor, how do you feel?

How...?

Yes, sometimes

my shoulders hurt.

And what else?

Is that what you mean?

Not only that.

I mean you.

How do you see yourself?

In the world, with yourself,

with people, clients,

your life...

Man, sometimes

you're an a**hole...

I mean it.

Haven't you ever

thought of that?

Why don't you take up Papu.

It's the ideal place to see

what I'm talking about.

You may find it's

a great choice.

I haven't heard of it

in my f***ing life.

In your life?

It's great because, it's not

that they give you answers.

You work it out

with your own body,

with exercise, with movement.

Let's see.

Let's try an exercise.

Get into position.

We are going to do the...

let go of that sh*t!

We are gonna do this

position, the shadow,

that is very good and we'll

help you get rid of that.

- Are you following?

- Yeah.

Look straight ahead.

OK.

Inhale, exhale.

- Yeah.

- Don't you feel it flowing?

I know many more exercises.

Why don't you come to

a class with me? I mean it.

How long have you

been doing this?

Two years.

I gave up smoking, I feel

much better with myself,

with my friends, family,

my clients, I swear.

Great.

New Spartacus.

Where have

you brought me, Carlitos?

I brought a friend.

I'll be back with the towels.

Victor, don't forget.

This is the top.

Don't make a deal for

less than one hundred, ok?

And if they ask for kinky

stuff... that's extra.

- Wow!

- That's much better!

It's cool.

And if you show off,

that's ok...

but you can't spend

your life like that.

At least you can take the

arm out of the truck window.

I'm happy with this one.

Watch out, it bites.

Look, it looks like The Joker.

What can I offer you?

Coca-Cola... light.

Tango complex

Are you sure the

Ambassador is waiting for you?

Yeah, we have a date.

Who should I announce?

Vctor Pueyrredon and Charcas.

Hey, tell me something.

Is it true they offered you

the Embassy in Berne?

I cannot even think of

accepting if I don't have...

the money to live as a king.

I totally agree with

the budgetary cuts,

as long as they cut the funds

reserved by Congress first.

This country cannot appear

as a beggar to the Swiss.

I'm not worried about those

bastards from the Monetary Fund,

but the rest of Europe...

Forget about it!

I heard the story of one of

our ambassadors in Vienna...

who used his driver

as an interpreter.

Unheard of.

No one is asking our

delegation in Kazakhstan...

to be able to speak Kazak,

but how is it possible...

that we have political

representatives...

who don't speak French,

English, or German.

They think they

know Portuguese...

just because they've been

to Carnival in Brazil...

and can say "obrigado"

with a Carioca accent.

Please.

I'm sure you've seen this

when you were in Bonn.

It gets even more complicated when

you can't entertain the...

If you'd excuse me,

Mr. Ambassador,

it seems to me that

you worry too much.

A little relaxation

would do you good.

I'm an expert in Thai massage.

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