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GRANADERO APARTMENT BUILDING
MAY HE REST IN PEACE
ELISEO OMAR BASURTO R.I.P.
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Are you okay?
Can you explain this ridiculous spectacle
of parading the dead man before the building with all that pomp,
like he was the Pope or the Prince of Sanculo?
Well, it was his wish. What's bothering you?
Nothing. I just think it's tacky, that's all.
Anyway, it's over. He's in supers' heaven by now.
When you die, do as you please.
Now finish getting dressed. We have to go to the cemetery.
What for? He won't know.
It'll do you good.
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To close the cycle.
There he goes.
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THE BOSS 4
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF ELISEO OMAR BASURTO
Eliseo Omar Basurto was born on April 26, 1962,
on a bright Thursday, in the city of Cañuelas.
The son of Don Eladio Basurto and Doña Estefanía Roncoli,
he had a wonderful childhood with his sister Teresita,
back in a time when children could play carefree on the sidewalk.
After finishing high school,
he took his first steps as a doorman's assistant
in a building in Parque Chacabuco,
where he learned the trade and found his true calling.
Then, in May 1992,
young Eliseo was appointed superintendent
at the striking brutalist tower at Granadero Arizmendi 1630.
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Eliseo was there for the building's most crucial moments,
like when he stopped a thief known as "Spider-Man"
trying to break into the first floor,
or when he saved the building's savings during the "corralito."
But without a doubt,
his most heroic act was rescuing a redheaded boy
trapped in a fire.
Even so, he had to endure hard times,
like the many schemes
devised to remove him from command of his ship
and build a lavish rooftop pool of dubious taste.
Attacks that contributed, one way or another,
to the terrible illness that culminated in his untimely death.
Even so, we'll remember him as he wished,
with a radiant smile.
Farewell, captain!
Well...
before we continue with the ceremony,
I want to remind you that we have here
a beautiful portrait of the deceased.
His final wish was for this portrait
to hang in the building lobby
where he served his post.
What do you mean, in the building lobby?
- Sorry? - Yes?
Mr. Basurto wished for his image
to remain in the place where he spent
the last 33 years of his life.
All right, I understand, but it isn't that simple.
It's a major decorating decision
to be decreed just like that by a dead man.
- Matías. - It should be put to a vote.
That's right. There should be a duly convened assembly
and majority approval.
My friend's body hasn't even been buried,
and you're already arguing over this nonsense?
Sorry, but if nobody wants it, I'll take it with me.
It'll be my pleasure to keep it.
I said keep it, not hang it.
Excuse me, could we leave that matter for the proper time?
Let's continue with the ceremony, please.
Right...
Another request from Mr. Basurto is that everyone, freely,
say a few words.
And I quote verbatim:
"I wish for you to speak with complete sincerity.
There's no need to idealize me
or soften my mistakes,
just remember me honestly."
Well,
would anyone like to begin?
Excuse me.
Well, let me introduce myself:
I'm Clarita, Eliseo's ex-wife.
Sorry, you're Clarita? My Aunt Clarita?
No, I'm nobody's aunt.
I split from Eliseo over 30 years ago.
My uncle said you broke your neck on an escalator.
To me, he said you got hit by an armored truck.
To me, he said a rock split your head open while you were horseback riding.
To me, he said you died at sea, happily riding a banana boat.
He said you were killed in a bank-jugging robbery.
To me, he said an AC motor crushed you.
To me, a puma attacked you in Baritú National Park.
That you caught fire from a space heater.
Kissing bug bite.
Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva.
All right, we get it.
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Of course he lied like that because he was...
deeply hurt when I left him.
I mean...
despite the conflicts of any marriage,
we never had...
Uh... a good sex life.
Something we did manage to fix over time.
Uh... I mean...
I mean...
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Dear Eliseo...
Want me to read it?
"Dear Eliseo,
you taught me to look into your blue eyes
with fear of being disapproved, never measuring up to you.
Your death frees me from a backpack full of bricks,
and I finally feel capable of forging my own path."
You made me relapse into crime, Uncle.
It is so hard for me to leave this path of self-destruction.
I stole two wallets today.
Two. I just can't help it.
It's stronger than me.
He died alone, poor thing.
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Now it's your turn to go through
the loss part. Hmm?
I'd like to offer you some tools
so you can process grief in harmony.
It would be three sessions on the building's Zoom.
You screwed me over with the company.
I burned a million on you.
Now I've got empowered superintendents, full of courage,
they all turned into managers and are getting smart.
Are they feeling their oats now?
Then I realized that to deal with people like that,
you need a team leader like you.
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♪ Eliseo is gone ♪ ♪ The king of this building ♪
♪ A life devoted to one trade ♪
♪ And those who sold him out before ♪ ♪ Today say nothing at all ♪
♪ Today they come and cry ♪ ♪ With bitter faces ♪
♪ He kept things perfect ♪ ♪ Through heat and cold ♪
♪ He knew who paid ♪ ♪ And who was in debt ♪
♪ A lobby sage, a god of control ♪
♪ But he never managed ♪ ♪ To be given love ♪
♪ Ah, ah, to be given love! ♪
Very good, very good. Thank you very much.
Beautiful. Thank you very much. Very good, very good.
- Rest in peace, Eliseo. - Please.
You used me to stop them from building that shitty pool.
We had one beautiful, unforgettable night together.
You made me feel like a teenager.
And afterward, you never rang my bell again.
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I had so many nightmares
where you stare at me from the edge of my bed,
smiling without saying a word.
And I can't even move.
I even ended up...
wetting the bed.
You made me lose a beautiful, healthy relationship with a woman
far above my usual standard.
Because of one indiscretion... Well, two.
Even though I considered you a brilliant mind,
I had to rethink my own competence as a professional.
The crisis I had was so huge
that I quit everything...
and formed a jazz fusion band with two friends.
We play every Tuesday at 11 p.m.
at El Hortondo bar, in Colegiales.
I'll leave some flyers, in case anyone wants to go.
You don't talk about other people's bodies.
And you masculinized my partner, Eliseo.
You said she had the same haircut as me.
That is mockery in very poor taste.
And if you want to know, it's transphobic.
What goes around comes around. Remember I told you that?
Look who's alive and who's dead.
Bastard, you ruined my life!
I lost my home, I shut down the foundation
- afraid you'd expose me. - Please...
So... today I celebrate your death!
- Bastard! - Remove her, please.
- Bastard! - Calm down.
- Remove her, please. - I ended up like this because of you!
Eczema! I got eczema all over my body!
Who uses a minor to pretend he's trapped
in the middle of a fire that he himself started
just to rescue him and play the hero?
Only someone very, very sick.
And to think he hit on me with such clumsiness...
It was very awkward.
Uh...
I never understood...
why you were such a bastard to me
when I really...
Well, I never did anything to you.
I just wanted...
a pool, one lousy pool,
to swim in the morning and lower my cholesterol.
Any lowlife has a pool, don't they?
Even an inflatable one.
But I even got to the point
of wondering whether...
it really was my fault that you treated me that way.
But no.
Now I get it.
You were...
truly a huge bastard.
Well...
I see the wish was fulfilled splendidly,
especially in terms of "sincerity."
Now we will proceed with transferring the deceased
to his final resting place.
For that we need the assistance of six people to carry the casket.
These six people were previously designated by Mr. Basurto, and they are:
Crespo, Basurto Maximiliano...
Yes, me.
...Campana, Miguel Aníbal...
...Gómez Pascual...
...Garrido, Ángel Fabián...
- Montelongo, María Clara... - Me.
...Zambrano, Matías.
Mm.
Please, come forward.
Three on each side.
Very good.
Carefully and respectfully,
let us proceed.
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Oh, I made it just in time. Sorry I'm late.
I was at a baptism.
That's life,
death, all in the same day.
But here we are.
- Come on, quick, I have a wedding. - You got it wrong, Father.
- This is a very secular ceremony. - No, I called him.
I know Eliseo wasn't religious, but I wouldn't be at peace with myself
- if I didn't intercede for him. - Come on, come on.
I invite you all to pray the Act of Contrition for Eliseo.
One moment, Father. May God forgive me,
but my friend Eliseo would never allow this.
So I ask you to leave.
But I came from La Reja. It's a two-hour trip.
This is really heavy, let's keep going. Our backs are killing us.
Why don't you pray in silence and leave us alone?
We don't have all day.
Father,
a donation.
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Let's go.
BUILDING SUPERINTENDENTS' UNION OF THE ARGENTINE REPUBLIC
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GRANADERO ARISMENDI BUILDING 1630
Hey, hey.
Sorry to bother you with this now,
but did my friend Eliseo leave his will with you?
"My friend," seriously? What kind of act is this?
What act?
Wanting to know whether he left things in order doesn't mean I'm not grieving.
He left everything arranged with that shitty old woman,
the military man's sister.
- Ma'am, I wanted to ask... - Not now!
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Would anyone like to say a few final words before we close?
I do!
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Here comes this guy again.
Please, that man cannot speak. He's a degenerate.
I can't speak? Why can't I speak?
I have one of the three best tongues in all of Belgrano R.
Who is this guy?
And that tongue has, of course, been through quite a few women.
- No, please, leave. - This is truly disrespectful.
Well, I'm not going to talk about me, but about...
my dear friend.
That's what we should be focused on now!
And speaking of balls...
Please, please.
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Thank you.
Mr. President.
- May I ask you a favor? - Yes, of course.
Could you say goodbye to Eliseo for me?
Yes, of course.
It's to give him a little something to place on top of the coffin.
Of course.
It's my lucky charm,
which I took from the first Gurkha I executed, sir.
Ah.
What are you doing with that?
Calm down, stay calm.
- It's a peace offering. - Alright.
- Calm down. - Easy.
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I'd like...
to leave this for Eliseo
to thank him for...
the job he got for me, sir.
Why don't you take it to the grave yourself?
I can't, Mr. President,
because my ex is over there, and things didn't end well.
And I don't want to reopen the wound.
But I can't go over to the grave with a knife.
Sir, I'll take my leave.
I'll wait for you in the car.
I've already slept with five or six women a week.
Yes, yes. I've slept with entire families.
Get this guy out of here. Poor old man, he doesn't know what he says.
Poor old man, my ass!
Because every drop of semen I ever spilled,
I put in the right place.
Please, somebody take him away.
How are you going to throw me out like this?
- Please, sir. - No, I refuse.
- Please. - Friend, friend.
They're kicking me out, my friend.
What's my crime? Having had sex?
Is that even possible? I only told the truth.
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You're all a bunch of prudes.
In this cemetery, there are more than 15 women...
- Well... - ...who've already slept with this stud!
To close the ceremony, as the coffin goes down...
Isn't that...
- Mr. President. - Thank you.
What a pleasure to see you here, Mr. Pres.
I'd like to introduce you to Lorena, my wife.
Well, you knew the previous one.
With her, I got quite the upgrade.
She's Faustino's mother, my youngest.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, Mr. President.
- What's he doing here? - Well...
Forgive the interruption, but I couldn't help coming
to offer my condolences to an exemplary man.
I have decided...
to posthumously award Eliseo
the Grand Cross of May for Merit.
An honor, which as you know, is bestowed upon our patriots
who helped make Argentina greater.
Forgive my impertinence,
but what prompted this?
It's a matter of state. I can't reveal it.
Well...
Will someone receive the Cross on Eliseo's behalf?
Mr. President,
I would be, let's say, Eliseo's only direct relative here.
So I guess it would go to me, right?
Excuse me, but how many times did you see your uncle in your life, dear?
I was married to him, on paper,
and we shared the same roof.
Actually, I'm the one who should keep it. It's only logical.
Sorry, but this asset now becomes part of
the estate to be inherited from Eliseo,
which makes me the only one authorized to claim it.
I think the best thing would be for me to take the Cross
and order it displayed in the Senate.
Excuse me.
May I see it?
Yes, of course. Go ahead.
- No. - What are you doing?
Are you crazy?
I can't believe it! What are you doing?
You're insane! What is wrong with you?
Go to the car! Come on! You're grounded.
The phone.
- Oh, sure. - Here.
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If it rings, don't answer it!
Sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me. No, Mr. President, I'm sorry.
- No, no, it's fine. - Go on.
All right, all right.
I think the best thing
is for the Cross to go with Eliseo. That's what's right.
You have no idea
what kind of man this nation has lost.
I must take my leave.
I have a country to govern.
That's what Eliseo would've wanted.
Very well.
To close the ceremony, as the coffin goes down,
the deceased expressly requested that everyone present
hum a version of Beethoven's famous "Ode to Joy."
- Come again? Is this a joke? - Not at all, sir.
I have precise instructions from Mr. Basurto.
Please.
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Well, very well, thank you.
And now, one minute of silence
to finish honoring his memory.
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- You're alive, bastard! - It's a miracle!
- A miracle!
It's a miracle! It's a miracle!
- You faked your death, you lunatic! - It's a miracle!
Mommy! Mommy!
You bastard!
- What are you doing? - What is that?
Eliseo, what's going on?
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Stop, stop!
- No, Eliseo, please, stop! - For the love of God, don't do this.
Shh! Quiet. Quiet.
Eliseo, look into my eyes. Breathe.
You're not yourself. I can help you.
Yes, I'm breathing, Doctor. Don't worry.
But I'm still going to blow up.
Listen to me. You can still stop this.
Don't be crazy.
I... I'm not crazy, Clarita.
No, quite the opposite.
I made this lovely bomb vest
with great concentration and total lucidity. Really.
My ex guaranteed you were sick.
Well, that's because your ex is a woman of her word.
And besides, there was a little exchange of favors with her.
I helped her adopt a Haitian boy. A beautiful boy.
But I cried for you. How could you do this to me?
And what's that got to do with anything?
I proved to you that you cared about me.
It was beautiful. Our bond grew stronger, Gómez.
Do you know why I did all this?
- Because... - No, it's a rhetorical question, Garrido.
I did it because all of you hurt me very badly. Very badly.
But of course, once I was a dying man, you weren't going to keep attacking me.
No, Claudito, come here. No need to run.
If this goes off, the whole cemetery will blow sky-high. Stay here.
Eliseo, please.
Claudito, go to the wreath that says Venus flytrap
and bring back a blue object I want to show everyone.
- Bring it, please! [shouts] Bring it! Now! - I'm coming.
Thank you, dear. It's a walkie-talkie, I listened to all of you with this.
I always dreamed about what you'd say about me when I died.
The way you attacked me.
I didn't like it. You were too hard on me.
Now, with what right do you judge me,
you pack of damned, fucking imbeciles?
I know every one of you.
I know what you do behind other people's backs.
Huh?
Behind your partners' backs.
Behind your parents' backs.
Behind your children's backs.
And do you know why I know you so well?
Because for 33 years, I've been entering every one of your homes. [laughing] Yes.
I go through your things, taste your food, sleep in your beds.
I don't use the toilet because I'm respectful and I have principles.
Principles you've never had with me.
So now we're all going to blow up together.
- No, no! - No! Eliseo, Eliseo!
Eliseo, please, listen to me now.
Listen carefully. I care about you a lot, Eliseo.
I always have, Eliseo.
I always have. Please, have mercy.
Forgive me, Eliseo, forgive me. I want to apologize for everything.
- I care about you, Eliseo. I do. - You care about me, Zambrano?
Really. Please, have mercy.
Now you care about me? It's too late.
Now it's time to pay.
- No! No! - Now you're all going to blow up.
No, please!
Goodbye, you pieces of trash!
No!
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Now I really am all right.
What a weight off my shoulders!
I feel light as a feather. I hope you do too.
See you at the building. Have a good afternoon.
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FOR SALE
FOR RENT
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- So? - I thought it was lovely.
- Hello. Good morning. - Good morning.
This is Eliseo, the superintendent.
- What did you think of the apartment? - Impeccable, truly.
Tell the truth. What's the catch?
Why are the apartments so cheap?
Look, I've worked here for 33 years. I've seen it all.
People who come, people who go,
prices that rise, prices that fall.
But let me give you some advice. If you blink...
you'll miss a unique opportunity.
A unique one, yes. That's exactly what I said.
If you need anything, I'm always here.
- Thank you very much. - Thank you.
- Come on. - Have a nice day.
- Good day, Eliseo. - See you later.
- A good man. - Yes.
Lovely place.
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Let's see if you dare go into my house now, bastard.
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Big idiot, you won't beat me. No, no.
Even if they left me alone, I'm not leaving here.
I'll die with my boots on, you bastard!
I'm not leaving this apartment!
Bastard!
Ah, Dr. Zambrano,
we're going to have so much fun.
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THE BOSS 4
IN LOVING MEMORY OF ADRIANA AIZEMBERG
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Hello, good morning.
I'm Eliseo Omar Basurto, originally from Cañuelas,
although I've lived and worked here for over 30 years,
in the city of Buenos Aires.
I have verifiable fixed income,
a modest fortune, and my own property.
I don't have any addictions or preexisting conditions.
I don't like reading,
or music, or movies, or theater, or television.
My only source of pleasure is my own mind.
And the reason for this ad
is to find a girlfriend
who is open to a common-law union,
due to the death of my former partner,
a Venus flytrap.
Interested women must send their résumé,
along with a criminal record certificate
to this email address.
Well, I hope I'm lucky enough to find someone worthy of me.
See you soon.
♪ Every now and then I fall apart ♪
♪ And I need you now tonight ♪
♪ And I need you more than ever ♪
THE BOSS 5
NEW SEASON
♪ We'll be holding on forever ♪