A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Ugh. So, I told you, I asked Cat to climb up that tree
to get rid of the beehive, and she said no.
-What? -Well, she claims she's allergic.
-That's just an excuse not to work, Sil. -I know.
Vicky refused to climb up and clean the windows.
Why?
She told me she gets dizzy when she hangs in the harness.
-Oh, no. -I know.
No, no, no. You know what?
There's a terrible maid crisis in our little community.
I know. They're lazy.
-Mm-hmm. -Not like Leonor, your neighbor.
-Yeah. -She would be perfect.
Did you see what she did, the showing at her house?
Oh, no, she's perfect. Does she have any cousins?
I need someone like Leonor. Hardworking, takes initiative…
BUSINESS IDEAS
Did you burn your eyelashes lighting your boss' broiler?
Does your back hurt from carrying her shopping bags in Houston?
Well, fret no more for I am here to deliver some justice.
Because this face cream, directly imported from Paris,
is the very same one your bosses bought from me.
Of course, I'll give it to you girls, with a special promotion.
Practically production cost.
You'll pay in tiny little installments. Who wants to buy a jar?
-Me. -Me.
Oy.
I'm here to discuss a negotiation!
"MaidApp"!
Mai-- Maid what?
It's an app for rich housewives,
so they can find the best maid service in the country.
They're called domestic workers, not maids.
And what's in it for me?
Well, you are exactly what rich ladies are looking for. Um…
All right, thank you,
but I have more than enough chores to do here in my own home.
They'll accuse you of stealing their cell phone, you know?
No, no, look.
What I need is someone who helps me to recruit the…
the, uh, domestic workers for the actual app.
And how much are you paying?
Mom, you can't associate with this rich kid's classist business.
I'll give you 20%.
I thought you said rich ladies needed Leo's expertise.
Uh, 40%.
No recruiter, no business.
Oh, okay, okay, 50%, all right?
No, mom! He thinks he'll convince us with his biceps and stupid face,
but behind every rich boy, there's an exploiter.
All right, enough! Be quiet!
I can't think, and now I'm gonna have to make a decision.
-What now, Tere? -So, we couldn't pay our electric bill.
Ugh.
It's 50…
Well, you have a new associate.
My mom is punishing me.
She canceled my driving lessons. So now I'll never get my own car!
I'm super sad.
Send me hugs. I need some love.
-Give me that. -No, wait!
Give it back. What are you writing? Let me see.
There you go.
You're kidding me.
I'm gonna be Crista's new driving teacher.
Heck yeah!
Pablo, you can thank me later
for getting you the opportunity of a lifetime to win her over.
Cool, right?
Oh, there's just one problem.
-What? -I can't drive.
Agh.
Is everything all right, my love? Huh?
Ernesto?
It's gone.
Brody's jersey is gone.
Okay.
So why not just buy another jersey, then?
That says "From your Brody to my brody"? Impossible!
And you know why Genaro didn't want to sell it to me?
Calm down. You're acting like you're possessed.
Because our daughter accused his daughter of being a kidnapper.
But that was three weeks ago!
I just never expected those people to be so resentful.
And that you were so obsessed!
And you know, I bet that guy did some inception on you.
I don't know how,
but that jersey will be mine. Mine!
You wanna make her yours?
First, you have to master shifting gears in and out.
-Yes. Okay. -Yeah. Get it?
-Yeah. -Good.
Hey, just relax.
Look, cars are like women.
First, you turn her on, let it warm up a bit.
-Okay. -Then you step on the clutch.
-Okay. -Yeah. There you go.
Ah!
You got it, Pablito!
Heck yes!
Wait! Stop, stop!
This part's important. Listen very carefully.
Whatever happens, no matter how hot the car is,
if you don't have protection, pull the emergency brake and stop.
-Okay. Like this, pull up-- -Now, close your eyes.
-Brake, brake… -Don't open them.
NUMBER TEN
Open them.
How about that? This is the complete kit.
Listen, with this, plus everything I've taught you,
you're all good to go, Pablo.
No, this isn't for you.
The app is for female domestic workers. Women.
I'm the one who does the housework.
Why can't I be a domestic worker, huh?
Genarito, you don't need an application.
"MaidApp," Grandma.
-Oh. -"Application".
Soon as men start cleaning houses, they'll want to charge more money.
The ladies from the app won't like that.
Nowadays, women can be prominent business leaders and politicians,
so I don't get why men can't be prominent domestic workers too, huh?
My love, the world is not ready
to see a man as a domestic worker, you understand.
Believe me, Genaro, it doesn't suit you.
You're perfect for the job. So, would you stay as a live-in
or would you send me little Janet?
Neither of those, Yola. I'm the "see-all" of the company.
We´re doing market research.
-It's C-E-O. -The CEO.
She's my partner.
Well, that's a shame,
although I must congratulate you for your feminist work.
If all the workers are like you,
you'll be benefiting this community greatly.
-Uh, thank you. -Let me know when the app is live, okay?
-Yes. -I can't wait to fire that lazy Vicky.
She complained because I asked her
to taste Suki's biscuits to see if they were spoiled.
Yeah, bye. We'll let you know.
Vicky, please hurry it up.
Bye, sweetheart.
-Yes, thanks, Yola. -See you.
Bye, bye.
-…to the next house? -Yes. This one.
-Diego! -There it is.
-Oops. -What?
What?
Why are you with my son?
What are you doing? Are you doing inception on him as well?
Oh, I don't know what that is, but look, what I do know is
who the masked robber is, who broke into my house the other day. See?
You should be glad I haven't told anyone. You should really treat me with respect.
-I'm your son Diego's new partner. Hmm? -You're his partner?
Diego!
Where is she going?
-Come here, Diego. I can see you. -Sil, calm down, dude.
-Uh-uh, do not call me "dude." -Okay, Sil.
Open your mind, and be positive.
What we're working on is going to make your friends happy
because they can trade their, uh,
domestic workers for better and cheaper ones.
No, that's not the point.
It's about making this industry more professional.
And using the app, the workers will also get some benefits.
Diego, I forbid you from working with that woman.
All she wants is to take advantage of our family, yeah?
Besides, your businesses usually fail.
You know what, dude? I'm not gonna let you kill my entrepreneurial talent anymore.
Oh no, you've never talked to me like that.
I'm sick of you not seeing my potential.
But this time, I'm going to prove to you that I'm a young entrepreneur.
Diex, wait.
There. You happy?
So, should we head out?
You are crazy if you think I'm getting in this thing.
Ugh. Ew!
-You don't trust your new driving teacher? -No. No, it's just…
I don't get into cars that aren't,
well, a Mercedes or
an Audi, or something.
Wow.
My boss may act refined, but you should hear the nasty things
she yells when she and her husband
do each other.
Anyway, that only happens once a year.
Oh, that's nothing.
My boss always boasts about wearing clean clothes,
and she can't even turn on the washing machine.
I feel really bad for all of you,
but Silvia treats me like I'm part of the family.
Cata!
Yeah, right, family…
Cata!
Okay.
I need you to translate to these maids what I'm about to say
because I won't repeat it 20 times, okay?
They all speak the same language as you.
Oh, they do? Okay.
Uh, Leonor, the witch from house eight,
put a spell on my Diego so that he'd help her create an app.
-What? -Okay?
Using this app, housewives can hire their maids-- sorry, domestic workers,
like you guys, for a lot less money.
What?
Mm-hmm.
Cata, what's going on?
Well, go and listen,
or else you'll give back those Fendi glasses you stole.
Yes, ma'am. I mean, no, I didn't steal them.
I think this might be true.
They said they need some proof.
They don't want to lose their jobs 'cause of gossip.
-Gossip? -Mm-hmm.
-This what I get for trying to defend you? -Ooh.
Gossip.
Take me for a test run! Housecleaning service!
I can clean and cook.
Housecleaning service!
Hi, there.
I can clean and cook and iron, dust in places you can't reach. What?
It's so difficult to be a man nowadays.
Housecleaning service! Ooh, neighbor!
What do you think, neighbor? I can polish the filthiest surfaces you have.
What do you think?
-Wonderful, neighbor. How about tonight? -Yeah.
-That'd be great. -Yeah.
Yeah! I got my first client! My first client! My first client!
All you're doing with this stupid app
is normalizing the exploitation of domestic workers in this neighborhood.
That's why I gave them their own section on the app. Relax.
That's still discrimination. You should've spoken to the workers too.
Why? I mean, they're not the ones who are gonna pay.
-Show me it. -Why?
Um, because my mom asked me to make sure
it's not another one of your bullshit businesses.
Okay. It's still confidential, but I'll give you a quick tour.
Okay.
This is the home screen.
Mm-hmm.
From here, you go to the main menu where you can find your, um…
-Yeah. -…d-- domestic worker.
And there will be a blog with advice on how to train them
so they don't eat your ham, you know.
And this is really cool, look.
Every time your domestic worker rests for over ten minutes,
the app sends you an alert so you can put her back on track. Boom!
Is this real?
Wait, you really don't like anything, do you?
Okay.
Look, here's the section I was talking about that's for the worker.
We will have these Maid Awards where they can win a gold dustpan
or a diamond broom, whenever they get good reviews.
No, no! You clearly have no fucking idea what's going on out there!
-Where? -Everywhere outside your bubble.
Um… Uh…
Do you know what happened to Grandma López, um, my dad's mom?
How would I? I've never ever hung out with someone with the last name of López.
Diego, that's fourth most popular last name in Mexico.
I've seen López-Jensen, López-Morton, you know, not just López alone.
Do you remember the rumor that went around that Carlos Salinas de Gortari
accidentally shot his domestic worker when he was playing around with a gun?
That was my grandma!
Wow, Tere, I'm sorry. I didn't know.
I didn't know, but of course, we will include a warning in the app
so that employers don't play around with guns when their maids are working.
-Diego! -Sorry, domestic workers.
-What is it now? -Not you.
The snobby women in this community. They have no shame.
Seriously, it's outrageous what they ask their workers for. Ugh.
Listen. "To go unnoticed like Alfred in Batman."
"To be fat so she doesn't steal my clothing."
This one…
"Not Catholic so she can work on Sundays, Christmas and during Holy Week."
You see? I told you, Mom. This job is worse than classist.
It's slavery.
But they'll get paid, and their wages are good.
These are our projected profits.
-Look. -Okay.
APP YIELD
-That much? -And that's just for downloading the app.
I'll add the commission for matches and to expand into other communities.
You're going to be a millionaire, partner.
Okay, Diego.
But we have to make sure the housewives treat the workers properly.
Just because they offer food doesn't mean they can abuse them.
And no skipping Mass on Sunday. Where else are they gonna find boyfriends?
We don't want spinsters.
Mom, don't you see you're becoming one of those snobby ladies?
Would you give us some privacy? This is a company meeting.
-Could you leave? -No. Well-- You know what?
I was here only to make sure Diego wouldn't screw up, but this--
This is the last straw. I can't believe this.
CHAMPION
-Neighbor. -Come on in, neighbor.
Oh! No fucking way!
This is like a shrine for any fan, neighbor.
I need you to clean everything with extreme care.
Yes.
No fucking way!
Holy hell!
Edson Arantes do Nascimento. Pelé.
That one there is probably my most valuable.
It's the one he wore at the Mexico 1970 Cup.
-Can I touch all this, neighbor? -Mm-hmm.
You're cleaning it.
First, I want you to begin cleaning the trophy that means the most to me.
That's it.
That's the first trophy I won with the American Youth Team.
-I trust you. -Okay.
-I'm going to check on the stock market. -Yes, neighbor.
Oh, damn it!
Bu-- But…
-I didn't even touch it. -It's completely ruined.
-It's priceless. I told you, Genaro. -I barely even touched it!
Don't worry about it. I know how you can pay me back.
PARADISE GATED COMMUNITY
What's up, Pablito? Check it out, huh?
A big fancy sports car guarantees you to score. Believe me.
What did you do? Did you steal it?
Not at all. On the contrary.
Where did you get it from? What did you do?
Ah, well…
Look, Pablito, let's say,
a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.
Cool, isn´t it?
-Yeah, sure is. -Think fast.
-Take care of it. -Yes.
So you know…
…you're gonna start getting catcalled.
Ooh!
Cor-- Cor-- Corcuera.
Good afternoon. Welcome.
-Hello. -Come in.
-Come on in. Welcome. -Hey, Die.
I just wanted to thank you so much for paying our electric bill.
I'll pay you back as soon as we get some profit from the app.
Leonor, you don't have to whisper. Just speak into your microphone.
Oh, but we were so close, so I thought that we--
-It's cooler this way. It's the image. -Cool.
-We're about to start, okay? Get ready. -Ready.
Break a leg! Ah!
Diego.
I'm glad you came.
I hope that after this,
you'll trust me like a mother would trust her son.
Diex, if I'm here,
it's because deep down, I trust in you.
So…
-Good luck. -Thank you.
Are you tired of your maid wearing your clothes to go out with her boyfriend?
Oh.
Are you tired of your food vanishing when everyone in your family is on a diet?
Would you prefer a maid who knows how to operate the Nespresso machine?
Presenting "MaidApp."
Finding your perfect match.
To erase any doubts,
I'll give you a sample of what you'll find when you download "MaidApp."
I give you the best selection of domestic workers.
I like her.
It looks great. I think she's it.
What are you doin'?
I'm washing Brody's jersey
to give to Ernesto.
Well, from what you told me,
I think that bastard might be setting you up, my brother.
Leonor is right, bro.
I don't have what it takes, not for a domestic worker, or even for a man.
Come on. That's complete bullshit, Genaro.
I can't even support my family.
And who said that being a man is only about that?
Look, Genaro.
I'm about to tell you some sentimental crap, but…
But you took in my mom and I as part of your family
after I was finally released from prison.
And I don't think it's fair for you to pay for all the house expenses.
So
let me give you some money.
Let me help you.
Yeah.
Well, brother,
at least this situation forced you to finally wash that disgusting shirt.
-Oh, no, damn it. -What?
I scrubbed off his name.
Now how are you gonna pay that bastard?
Can you help me?
You must've learned to forge signatures in prison. You can sign it.
Hey, thanks for helping.
It's the least I could do. After you told me about your grandma,
I came to realize you people have feelings.
Honestly, thank you.
Hey, I have to make a confession.
Grandma López wasn't killed by the Salinas.
Then, who killed her?
No one. She's fine. She's alive and good.
No, Diego! I said that so you'd empathize,
to burst your fucking bourgeois bubble.
MAIDAPP
Okay, well, I hope this is enough proof for all of you. Yeah?
So, take action.
Because your family, your children, need you to stay employed.
But if we cause an uproar, we'll be fired.
Of course you won't, because I will be your defender.
My boss is right, girls.
Down with the maid app.
-Down with the maid app. -Yes!
Down with the maid app!
-Oh, yes! -Down with the maid app!
-Well done, girls! That's it! -Down with the maid app!
It'll be a huge success.
Now we just have to wait for everyone to download it.
I ran the numbers.
If they hire ten domestic workers,
we can pay house expenses for five months.
Well done, Dieguito. Well done.
Oh, Gosh!
-What's with the face? What's wrong? -It's the chat with the neighbors.
Someone told the workers about our maid app.
They're threatening to lynch the creators of the app.
-But we're the creators. -I know.
Who could have ratted us out?
The maids are up in arms against the app.
And Yola is mobilizing the neighborhood
to hold back the workers and show them who's in charge.
I thought you wanted the workers to rally against the app.
Well, yes, but if they find out I was the one who riled up the maids,
they will destroy everything I built for myself in this society.
-Hmm. -All right. I found it.
-What's the pepper for? -For self-defense.
I think you need pepper spray, not pepper.
Down with the maid app!
Down with the…
Let's go, dear. We have to save ourselves.
Maybe they'll hand out tortilla coupons like at Morena's rallies.
We'll talk soon.
Wait, Mom, don't go out yet. Hold on. I'll check if it's clear.
-Put your glasses on. -Coming.
-Okay. -Mom.
Oh, what?
-Are you defending the app? -Of course not, dear.
I know it took a bit, but I get it.
I can't betray my people.
Our people? Who's that?
I don't know anymore, Mom, but what I do know
is that the domestic workers here deserve to be treated better. Hmm?
Mom, I'm so, so proud of you.
Mm, my love.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
-I'm also proud of you. -Classist bosses…
-Let's go. -Come on, Mom.
This car is so cool.
Now, this one, I'll learn in. Like, yeah!
I-- I'll get the door.
Thanks.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
Down with the maid app!
Hello.
Oh, Diego, I heard about the protest against your app.
Yes, somebody told on us.
But I'm to blame.
Diego, no!
Everything is her fault.
Leonor. All of it.
I should've surveyed the workers too,
like Tere said.
All this happened because I didn't realize that they're
important.
Oh…
…hold on. No.
You…
You are the smartest man that I know.
I mean it.
But sometimes your choices aren't the best.
You know, when I married your dad,
I promised I'd take care of you like my son.
Really, and, well, that's what I've been trying to do.
I'll come up with another business idea, Mom.
Oh.
That's the first time you called me Mom.
-Did I? -Yeah.
Oh, Diego, it's true.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
-Down with the maid app! -Oh, no! No, no.
-Classist bosses, stop exploiting us! -What are they doing?
Down with the maid app!
Pray I make it out alive.
-I want to go up there. -Impossible, babe.
-I-- It's too steep. Just make a U-turn. -What's wrong?
I thought you were an expert at shifting gears really slow.
Okay.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
Down with the maid app! Down with the maid app…
We were lucky to found out before something bad happened,
like losing our jobs.
-Down with the maid app! -Yes! Down!
Hey, who was the one who ended up telling us about this stupid app?
Yeah, it was Mrs. Silvia. If it wasn't for her…
…we would've lost our jobs.
Down with the maid app! Down with the maid app!
Classist ladies, stop exploiting us!
Classist…
BACK TO WORK, PLEASE!
Classist ladies, stop exploiting us!
Classist ladies, stop exploiting--
All right, all right, all right.
Vicky, what are you doing here?
Did you prepare dinner?
What about you, Chayo, did you take Ricardito for his walk?
Classist women, never clean their kitchen!
Classist women…
No, no, no. It's her.
She's the creator of the app. Yes, yes, yes.
This woman wants all of you to lose your jobs.
And you? Yeah. Funny.
Did you tell all your friends that you ratted us out?
Oh, yeah, she's the brains behind this rebellion. That woman.
If that's the truth, we will kick you out of the group right now.
-What? No, no. I… -What did you do?
It was Cata.
-I can´t believe this. -What? Me?
I just did what you told me to do.
Ha! Stop pretending you're innocent.
You're a liar.
You know what? I quit.
You may be a millionaire, but your armpits smell bad.
My armpits don't smell bad.
I don't care if you quit. You're fired!
-We did it! -Yeah!
I drove!
Like, dude, I drove a car!
-You did. -Like, my friends are gonna be so jealous.
I know. Let's make a TikTok together.
-You'd really do that? -Yeah, do you want to or no?
Fuck yeah! Yes, that's my fucking dream since I moved to this stupid place.
Okay. Um…
-Well, let me get ready. -Okay. Me too. Okay.
Classist ladies, stop exploiting us!
You are exploiters! You are exploiters! You are exploiters!
Hold on, ladies, please. Hold on.
Quiet down. Enough, comrades, please!
I confess that I may be responsible for a lot of what's going on here.
Because I am a partner of the maid app.
What? Why did she do that?
-So lynch me if you want to. -Yes.
No, no, but wait, wait. First, I want to say something.
I wanted to make this app because I believed
it was what was best for all of you.
So you'd get a fair wage for your work, okay?
So you could have social security and benefits,
so your bosses stop abusing you, as they always do,
but it backfired because your bosses want things to stay the same,
or make them worse, because they're a bunch of exploiters.
How dare you?
I don't mind if you eat the Serrano ham, Teo.
They exploit us, but you also lied.
We're all going to be fired.
See what I said? I told you. This is all her fault.
No, comrades.
Exploiters! Exploiters! Wash your own clothes!
What's wrong?
Why are you staring? Don't be a freak.
Uh, it's just I don't think you need so much makeup, you know?
You're beautiful just like this.
For real.
Okay, well, look who's talking.
You're dressed up like… Well, I don't even know what this is.
Obviously, that chain isn't gold. No way.
I know. I swear it wasn't my idea.
Look, there it goes.
See?
-Okay. -Okay.
Give me five.
-Yeah! All right! -Okay. okay.
Wait a minute! Comrades, you won't be fired.
-Mrs. del Monte. -Yeah?
Did you know that Chayo almost died from a concussion
after those kids hit her while breaking the piñata at Germancito's birthday party?
Mrs. Huarte.
Did you know Lupe was left behind at the Oxxo on the highway
during a trip, and then she had to hitchhike her way back?
Hitchhike to your house in Acapulco.
Hmm? Mrs. Zavala.
Margarita had diarrhea for two days because you made her taste
some stinky kefir to check if it had gone bad.
Mrs. Rivera.
Did you know that your kids graduated from middle school thanks to Ms. Panchita?
Of course.
It's not fair for you to treat your workers like this.
They deserve fair treatment, just like we all do.
And you can't fire them for wanting things to be fair.
-Okay. Let's go. -Okay.
Okay. Go!
I think the car's moving.
-Oh, God! -Oh, what do we do now?
No! No matter how hot the car is, pull the brake!
The emergency brake! The emergency brake!
-Which one is that? Ah! -Please move!
-What do I do? -What is my husband's car doing?
-Move! Move! Tell them! -Mama!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Get out of the way!
Mom! Mom!