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Make the girls sit more.

I want to see one body

with four legs!

Let's see some joy!

- What do you think?

- Brilliant!

He's marvelous!

We've found a clip of Tita Merello.

- And Mercedes Simone?

- We're trying.

The little there is

in bad shape.

The best we found on her

is a movie from 1932 or 1933.

Called Tango.

- You've seen it?

- Sure.

It had Tita Merello,

Libertad Lamarque...

Azucena Maizani and Simone.

What a foursome!

What a cast!

See you in five minutes.

I'll be in the shop.

- Fine.

- Do you like it?

Some things need fixing...

What?

- How are you?

- Fine.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

Laura, can I talk to you?

Forgive me?

I don't know what came over me.

You know I couldn't harm anyone.

I don't know.

It'll never happen again.

I swear it!

All right. It's forgotten.

What you're doing is fabulous!

- Really?

- Fabulous!

Thanks.

Mario, excuse me.

I want to take a shower.

I'm tired.

He wants to dance with you.

- No, with you.

- No, you!

- I don't dare.

- No, go on!

Not bad.

Very good. You've gotten better.

Don't overdo it.

That's enough. Thanks.

Where do you get all that energy?

- You joking?

- It's impressive.

It's my whole life.

My passion!

Good rehearsal.

What about the girl?

She's very good.

How long to train her for a lead?

You want her to dance a lead?

You like her?

We'll go all out.

I'm Elena Flores.

Thank you for taking me.

It's a real pleasure

wor291king with you all.

I saw you dance with the Maestro.

He's not easy to follow.

- It was very good.

- Thanks.

I hope I don't let you down.

Welcome.

See you. Bye.

Lend me your cane.

Hold onto me.

And bend down. Look...

the floor rises here.

So when the immigrants advance...

we don't see them at first.

- The ramp.

- Sure, on the ramp.

All you'll see is the sky...

and the horizon.

The sun starts to rise. It's dawn.

Then gradually, heads appear.

Whole families.

Men, women, children,

young and old.

All dressed...

in turn-of-the-century clothes.

They carry suitcases, bundles.

Maybe a man carrying

his kid piggyback.

What do you think?

Nice image, yes.

We start with a static shot...

using the whole set.

You want props orjust a backdrop?

Or plastic frames?

A backdrop with a Rosco mural.

The images will vary

with the lighting.

Front or back lit.

The light can keep changing...

from dawn to dusk.

The light will symbolize...

exile through the ages.

What do you say?

Great!

Now we have to make it all move.

I have some ideas.

Still a bit fuzzy.

And?

- I have until?

- Tomorrow, Carlos.

- And the music?

- A tango.

Agri has such a sensitivity.

A virtuoso.

De Lio always looks so absent.

Look at Salgan... 81 years old.

Eighty-one? Incredible!

My most vivid memory

of this school...

is of Don Leandro Garcia Echenique,

my teacher.

A Spanish Civil War refugee.

He taught me to love poetry.

A stern man, very brusque...

but so affectionate.

He started classes with

"Long Live the Republic!"

"Be seated."

I went to the French school.

My father was a concert violinist.

He taught me theory and notation.

Did you like that?

Yes. Family tradition mattered to us.

Granddad was a musician.

And Dad thought he had

a boy genius under his roof.

Turns out he was right.

Only a few small mammals

coexisted with them.

Mankind appeared much later...

when the dinosaurs disappeared...

mysteriously from the planet.

Gradually, the mammals

spread over the earth.

Mario!

What's the subject?

You're talking about...

You're so distracted.

This can't go on.

I was saying that when

the dinosaurs reigned...

What do you think?

It's very good.

You need patience to teach them.

Yes. Few children move in harmony.

They're still green,

can't control their bodies.

Look...

the little couple there.

The girl has a feeling

for rhythm and dancing.

But he's an oaf.

He can't be taught.

Yet she'll only dance with him.

That's how great loves

are born, eh?

You said it.

I used to dance too.

- You danced?

- And how!

But I've no partner now.

My wife died last year.

Life has no meaning for me now.

The girl putting on her shoes

is my granddaughter.

Anita has dancing in her blood.

They say musical sense

is hereditary.

Who knows?

Still...

the girl dances as well

as her grandfather.

Don't stop, kids.

The group... faces in profile.

Hands down close at your sides.

Julio?

Neither group should mix

with the other...

before the fusion point.

- Okay.

- Bon't forget...

half the floor will be black,

half white.

- You want them further apart.

- A bit.

Okay, farther apart.

We'll start again.

Don't look at the floor.

Be careful. Don't be nervous.

You're both too far ahead.

How's it going?

- Fine, but she gets away from me.

- Keep at it.

In the Pampas,

the knife is in the belt.

In the slums they hide it...

in their sleeves,

ready for use...

sharp side up.

It's an extension of the arm.

Okay, the blade is on the left side

of the jacket.

Both are right-handed. Go!

Not so direct.

Be more catlike. Stalk.

Very good.

Slowly.

That's good.

One of you should break out...

and attack hard, right?

A deep thrust, a scream. Now!

Hold that position.

Turn.

That's the way.

Junior, wait.

Sorry. Carlos, hold this

for me a second.

Give me the knife.

It should be loose in the hand...

the wrist flexible.

It only stiffens to strike.

Your latest acquisition?

What do you think?

She has a lot to learn.

She's young.

She can learn.

You should know.

But watch out,

her 'godfather' is dangerous.

Let's do the trio.

We need another look at it.

You won't need that.

Music!

Did you like it?

- We'll rework it.

- Okay.

Thanks. See you later.

Listen, everyone.

We'll do the introduction.

Who did the introduction?

Take your places.

I want to talk to you.

- Must it be now?

- If you can.

I can't.

- They're waiting for me.

- Then when?

Ask me to dinner.

All right.

You living with somebody?

Come off it.

You know who I live with.

Angelo Larroca.

An excellent godfather.

We're splitting up.

Why, if I may ask?

We don't get along.

I'm hard to live with.

Living with someone is awful.

Every time I've tried,

it's been a mess.

I'm a special case.

I'm sort of solitary animal...

one of those old lions...

who roam the African savannah

aimlessly.

Lionesses are different.

They gather, unite, hunt...

whelp, nurse...

protect their defenseless cubs.

They have a concrete mission in life.

Nurse, protect, mate...

That's a woman's mission in life?

What did you think I said?

That.

I didn't mean that.

I respect women too much.

Maybe that was a bad analogy.

Men...

have been raised

to hunt and fight...

for thousands of years.

Now...

he hunts in his own way.

Let's say he goes haywire...

for a little power...

or a medal or money,

a form of power.

It'd be a shame if women...

followed men in their folly.

That's what I meant.

All I ask of men...

is to respect me, listen to me...

and not treat me like a nut

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