I'm going to ask you a series of personal questions
that will enable us to create a psychobiographical profile of you,
which will help the judge decide
on the custody matter for…
Andrea?
-Yes. -Very well.
At what age did you become sexually active?
Eighteen.
-Eighteen? -Yes.
-Are your parents alive? -Yes.
-How's your relationship with them? -Good.
Describe your relationship with your father.
None whatsoever.
He left when I was a young kid.
Was your mother strict?
No.
No, she's a hippie, a liberal…
She adores animals, believes in free love, you know?
Vegetarian before it became trendy.
A López Obrador fanatic,
even before he started the elderly care program.
She's pretty cool.
How many sexual partners have you had?
Four.
Only four?
What do you mean, "only"?
How many sexual partners have you had?
It's kind of complicated. Well…
-I mean, it's-- -A rough estimate?
How about a range? Ten to twenty, twenty to thirty?
Have you ever consumed psychoactive substances?
Marijuana.
Have you ever consumed psychoactive substances?
Honestly, yes.
At what age did you meet the father of your child?
When I was 20.
I was 32.
At what age did your child lose her first tooth?
Name of your child's teacher?
You don't know.
Would you say you lose your temper easily?
No.
No, never.
Are you a victim of domestic violence?
No.
-Ever engaged in domestic violence? -No.
Has your child been diagnosed with the following disorders?
Only yes and no answers, no details needed.
Does she feel sad and hopeless and cry frequently?
No.
-Irritability? -No.
-Dwells on death or loss? -No.
Is she anxious, nervous, prone to worry?
No.
-Does she have panic attacks? -No.
-Any visual or hearing impediments? -No.
That will be all. Please go to the next desk.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
Ruy!
Who is it?
It's me!
Who's "me"?
Andrea, your daughter.
The mattress! Shove it down there! It's wet! Shove it down there!
What a surprise!
Come in, miss.
Thanks.
What's going on, monkey?
I had a nightmare.
-How come? -What? Really, sweetie? Again?
-What's that, Mom? -Nothing.
-Andrea? -There you go, miss!
-Wait, what happened? -I had a bad dream.
What about?
About Ortiburcio.
Who's Ortiburcio?
It's an evil chicken.
I was in the woods where my grandma went crazy.
-No way. -What else happened?
Ortiburcio scolded me for bothering the chickens.
-What? -What else?
Suddenly, UFOs landed and took him away.
Then I got lost and couldn't find my way home.
I'm telling you, this kid's therapy will cost a fortune.
Shit!
Of course you're having bad dreams with that awful shirt on.
All because your dad wants you to have his taste.
You like Iron Maiden, tell her.
Not so much.
Not so much? What did you say?
Excuse me, did I hear that right?
No!
Excuse me?
Cut it out, kids!
We have to be up in two hours.
-I'm not ticklish. -Can I stay here with you?
Fine, but let's see who falls asleep first.
One, two, three!
What are you doing, bug? Got your insoles?
I couldn't find them.
They're under the dresser. Hurry, we're late.
-They're under the bed! -Thanks!
If you can't find them, forget it. Andrea, just hurry.
All right!
Idalia, have some breakfast. It's late.
-After I throw out the trash. -Hurry up, Idalia.
Up you go!
-Hey, here! -Did you pack your homework?
Big bite, please.
-Andrea, did you pack your homework? -Eat up.
Andrea, take a big bite.
Andrea!
Big bites, come on.
It's really late.
-Grab your bread and we're off. -Your chai.
-Let's go, bunny. -Here's your chai.
Okay, thanks.
Your lunch.
Okay then, good luck.
Néstor, I see Güero is back.
Yeah, look, he won't run away again.
-I see. -Hi, Güero.
Come on, sweetie. See you.
Bye.
Has everyone confirmed they're coming to your birthday bash?
Not Caro.
-Her grandma is sick from sugar. -Oh, poor thing.
Don't worry, I'll call her parents to make sure she comes.
Give me a kiss. I love you.
Ma'am, parent-teacher conference and classroom clean-up are Monday.
-Her daddy will be here, yes. -Come on in, kids.
This is Resonance Radio, 96.3.
The voice of transformation.
What I need for you to tell me
is why did previous administrations keep quiet about this?
-I don't get it. -Who kept quiet?
You kept quiet! Now you're just pointing fingers.
Who is this "you"? It's quite vague.
Who is "you"?
I'm an academic, a journalist.
-What's up? -Is it this one?
-Yes. -Great.
-Hey, when can we finish the podcast? -I don't know.
-I'd have to check my schedule. -It'd be so cool, right?
I fucking love your voice, Rebeca.
It'd be awesome. I mean it.
-Printed press and an interview, wages-- -Also--
Excuse me, but this is the first time the problem is addressed from the root,
with grants and opportunities--
Grants aren't jobs.
It's the construction of a patronizing apparatus
that's the same as the PRI.
Excuse me, Nacho, that's where you're wrong.
How so?
People no longer trust the same old political actors.
This "new" cabinet is the same as the old administration.
So, we can't make a change for the better?
Answer me, you never make mistakes?
-I do, but I'm not a public servant. -Sorry.
We have to go, time's up. So, let's pause this debate for now.
Thanks for coming, Nacho.
You're always welcome here. See you next time.
Now, my dear Ruy. You have my attention.
-Laura, how are you? Hi. -Why come all the way here?
You could've done this over the phone, but anyway.
What are you playing for us today?
Since we're talking about change, whether it's good or not.
"I Don't Have Time to Change My Life" by the master of masters.
Rockdrigo González! The Nopal Prophet!
My God! He's from my day!
That's exactly right, Laura.
-Yes, of course. -This is from his album Hurb--
Hurbanistorias! Yes.
He did a couple of concerts at our venue. Really great.
-Really? -Yes, a couple of times.
Well, Hurbanistorias is his only album. In fact--
Let's hear it, please. It's a great song! Chuy, play it!
I love it. I went to all his concerts.
-Really? -Yes.
A powerful voice!
When he played at the subway station, I'd get chills.
-How cool, did you talk to him? -Let's listen to it.
Yes, of course.
Rebeca?
Are you decent?
-What's up? -Hi.
You know what you're playing tonight?
No, not really.
I've never played music at an engagement party, so…
But something chill, I guess.
You can snazz it up. I'll send you some tunes.
No, I don't want to be a bother. Your recommendation was plenty of help.
-It was really cool of you. -No worries.
I'll help you, I played for those guys last year.
They have shitty taste in music, huh?
Give me your number and I'll send you some tunes.
You can send them via Spotify.
-And check out my playlist. -Oh, come on.
No, the tunes I have in mind aren't on Spotify. Please.
-I mean, come on. -Right.
Give me your number.
Fine…
What's the--? Hey!
I'll do it, it's faster.
There you go. All set.
Great, all right.
Do yourself a favor and listen to this.
Seriously, do yourself a favor.
Okay.
You need to know this.
-All right. -Sure, bye.
See you.
Bye.
Late again, fucking Ruy?
What, dude? I have until 2:30.
'Sup?
Andrea? What's wrong?
What's going on?
Huh?
It hurts.
What did you eat? Open up.
No, honey.
We've told you not to eat that crap from the school store.
That's why we pack you lunch.
What did you eat?
I bit one of those spicy lollipops.
Was it at least good?
You'll start with the intro about iconographic research
and the pre-Hispanic style we chose for this, got it?
Don't explain the vulvae, that's where I come in
and talk about our designs.
And about censorship on social media.
Dude, what's with you?
Forgot to take your pills?
What's up with you?
We're about to sell our souls to the corporate devil.
Julia, you and your guilt trips.
Let's not get in hot water.
Or rather, don't get us in hot water.
I'm all in, man.
But there's a part of me that wants this, and another that doesn't.
Hey, we do projects for them so we can work on our stuff.
Honesty, right?
I'm freaking out.
Don't think about the money,
think of the exposure we'll have.
We'll be on the streets, on billboards, everywhere.
It'll be great for us.
I know we agreed on giving you full creative freedom, but--
Full, complete.
-Yes, but this is like-- -Spectacular!
It's spectacular, I love it. Don't we love it, Pancho?
It reminds me of--
Do you remember the hat puppies campaign from Lulu Cola?
-Yes, us guys designed it. -The puppies?
-Really? -Yes, all of us folks did that campaign.
"Folks"?
"Folks!"
I love it, the campaign is gender neutral.
Sorry, I kept it on for my daughter.
-What? Wait, you have kids? -Yes.
-How old are you? -Thirty.
-Thirty? -Looks younger, huh?
-Fuck! -I'll be damned!
It's her, actually. Give me two minutes.
Yes. Don't worry about it. We understand. Go ahead.
-I'll show you… -You do that.
What is it, Ruy? I'm in a meeting.
On the shoes and the shirt.
You put it on and…
I like this one with the empowering vagina.
And we also have sweatshirts.
You know the address, right?
Okay. Keep me posted.
Bye.
We'll get you fixed right up, don't worry.
Look, we're here.
The voice of transformation.
We're back from the break. Now, international news.
China is on high alert.
The new coronavirus has cost three lives.
It has even crossed borders.
Two cases have been reported in Thailand,
one in Japan, and another one in South Korea.
The WHO…
What's up, man?
Hey.
We're closed. Luckily, I was able to come by.
-You knew we were coming? -Julia called. What's wrong, Andy?
-Hi. -Come on.
Come on in.
It still smells.
Believe it or not, we closed a few days to get the place fumigated.
Won't it kill us?
No, man, bedbugs.
The most expensive neighborhood and we get a bedbug infestation.
It sucks.
We had lice not too long ago, didn't we?
Boys at school.
-And girls, Dad. -Boys and girls, I get it.
You can still smell it, huh?
Yeah, a little. Not too much, really.
Do you smell it, Andy?
Uh-huh.
Actually, it's pretty strong.
Open up wide.
There you go.
-Feeling better? -Kind of.
Okay.
-All set. -Great.
-Hey, thanks. -Okay…
If there's any pain, give her half of this.
Only soft food today.
As for your birthday party, take it easy with candy.
All right now. Still want to be a truck driver when you grow up?
No.
-Then what do you wanna be? -A dentist.
A dentist?
Get real!
What?
I didn't mean anything by it, sorry.
If you want to be a dentist, it's cool, really. Yeah.
It's fine, I know every dentist joke there is.
Well, if you become a great dentist like Fausto,
you'll be all set.
But you could be something more fun. Whatever you want.
-Sorry. And thanks. -No problem.
-Okay then. -Anytime.
I'll come see you soon, dude. I need--
Try my dad, I only see kids.
-Oh, really? -Yes.
I need my teeth whitened.
-He'll do it, no problem. -Okay, great. Thanks.
-Is it plugged? -Yeah, it's done. Thanks.
-Anytime. -Thanks, yes.
This is how it goes, slowly. There we go.
There.
What?
Huh? Nothing.
This toilet paper is awesome, it doesn't tear.
Welcome.
What a waste of money.
You owe me, after all those boring poetry slams you've dragged me to.
I know.
You better come to the wedding.
Of course I'm coming.
I mean, this is merely the engagement.
-I know. -I can't imagine what the wedding will be.
-Ready? -Fuck. I'm ready.
Hey.
It's like an anthropology trip coming to your childhood home.
You ain't seen nothing yet. My dad was so eager for this,
he invited all his friends.
-I hope he invited his lady friends. -Just the ones that are still single.
-Hey. -Thanks.
I thought you were driving.
What? Look at the size of this thing.
I'll be fine. What?
-So, cheers or what? -It's starting.
-Cheers. -I think it's starting.
-Aren't you drinking? -I left my damn beer in the bathroom.
Thank you all for accepting our invitation
and for coming to our home
to celebrate the engagement between my dear son José Manuel
and my gorgeous daughter-in-law Montserrat.
A round of applause.
It's every father's dream
to see his children marry before God
the one they love.
You held out long enough, you rascal.
Before the youngsters take over the dance floor,
and before I make a bigger fool of myself,
I'd like to ask my daughters
to say a few words. Majo…
you always know what to say.
Julia, come up here.
Come on!
Thanks, Dad.
Thank you all for joining us.
Welcome to the family.
You don't know what you're in for, Montse.
No, but seriously.
Communication is the key. Don't keep secrets from each other.
Lots of blessings to you. Cheers!
-Bravo! -Congratulations!
Bravo!
Well, there's no such thing as a recipe
for a good marriage.
But if you find it,
tell it to my dad, he's on his third!
Church ceremonies, each one of them!
Thanks, Dad.
Bravo.
Well, having said that,
let's get drunk.
-You got it, Dad! -To the bride and groom!
We're out of beer, man.
They're so uptight around here.
By the way, what's the deal with Cameron?
-What? -You should've brought her.
-No, you'll scare her off. -Please, I'd never!
I don't want her to meet you like this.
You're in deep shit. I know you, something's up.
-I'm not-- -You're flying too close to the sun.
No!
Yes, I know it!
No!
We're ahead of our time, dude.
Throuples are the future of the human race.
You're still getting the hang of divorce, you're clueless.
I'm 100% good with divorce.
-Julia does her thing, I do mine. -Really?
Living under the same roof,
sleeping on an air mattress?
Sounds like paradise.
That's for Andrea's sake. There's no rush. What's the big deal?
Ever since Julia and I accepted it was over,
we're getting along better than ever.
It's great.
We're cool.
You're in denial, chicken, but that's fine.
-Ma'am? -Yes?
I left him some food, make sure he drinks his coffee.
-Don't let him go out. -Don't listen.
-She's kidding. -No booze for him.
Dude, I'll see if the coast is clear.
-Don't. Give me a kiss. -Piss off.
-I'll be right back. -Okay.
-Ma'am? -Yes?
Where do you keep the mezcal?
Up there.
-Where? Over there? -Yeah.
Jackpot!
-What up, Rebe? -Dude, be careful!
It'll be just fine, dude.
You're doing great, just great.
But you need to take risks, take more risks.
Taking risks is what you need. Let me play a song.
There's no auxiliary cord.
-Come on. It's for my brother-in-law. -There's no cord.
It's for my brother-in-law. What is this? I knew it!
Jeez.
This is for you, bro!
Hey, don't touch me, man!
Get your hands off me! Don't touch me!
-Hands off. I'm warning you. -Sorry.
Did we have an engagement party? I can't remember, dude.
You were drunk, as usual.
But the wedding was awesome, dude.
Now, that was a party. Not like this crap.
You looked so beautiful, so gorgeous, so…
Ju, pull over, please.
You're shitting me.
Fuck.
Ruy!
-We've been drinking, have we? -Just this ass.
He said he wouldn't drink. Take him if you want.
Step out of the car for the alcohol test.
It's our daughter's birthday. Please, officer.
-Step out of the car. -Yes.
-Watch your step. -Thanks.
I'll fix this, Julia. I'll handle this shit.
Hey! Don't worry, babe.
I'll handle this, dude.
Officer, if you'd only--
-You don't know where I work. -Ruy!
This device will measure your blood alcohol level.
You and I are on the same side. We're good people!
The legal limit is .04%.
That camera will record everything.
Miss, I only had two beers. Please.
Then you'll be fine.
Blow here.
Look me in the eye, man.
-You and I are common people. -That's it.
We're the same, dude.
-Just think about it. -After the test, you may leave.
-This is a shakedown! You want a bribe! -Ruy, stop it!
No! This is unconstitutional!
What? Let her go! Take me!
Bail me out, asshole! This is your fault!
Sir, for 3,000 pesos, we can file an injunction.
Three thousand?
What year did Pumas make first division?
It's 1962, yes!
Fuck yeah!
It's 1962.
I mean…
What? No, I mean…
Hey!
The ATM ate my card.
It ate it up, seriously.
No.
It ate the card, damn it!
Wait, don't. Don't leave, sir! Officer!
Officer, one sec, please.
I mean, it ate my card.
I have an emergency.
What do I do?
I've been with this bank for years. It never failed me until now.
This is unbelievable. What can I do? Can you open it for me?
-No, wait till morning. -What? Please, sir!
The bank people come in the morning.
-What? -It always eats them.
-I mean, officer… -It's stuck.
-You shouldn't hit it. Don't. -No.
You'll only ruin it.
You'll ruin it.
-What? -Your nail polish.
Looks cool. What's it called?
I don't know. I ordered it on some Chinese website.
Get me the link once you get your phone back.
Sure.
Seriously, you'll ruin it. Leave it.
I don't want to get more hours.
They won't give you shit.
It's something they say to scare you, come on.
Come on.
Shouldn't we tell the others?
We're not Mother Teresa, are we?
Someone has to clean up this shithole.
So, Barbie, what's your name?
Julia.
And you?
Major Spite.
You can call me Major.
-What's that? -I got my name inked.
Holy shit!
It stings like a bitch.
Because of the bone, right?
What bone, blondie?
It's the skin! Don't you have any tattoos?
-No. -Figures.
How did marriage become the cornerstone of society?
The first human populations were matriarchal.
People back then had no idea
that sex, fucking, equals babies.
Guys had no clue those kids were theirs.
They did see the link between mother and child
because they saw babies pop out of their mothers.
Once they grasped paternity,
men became obsessed with scattering their offspring all over the place
and with making absolutely sure the kid was theirs and not the milkman's.
Love had nothing to do with marriage.
It was a sales contract to ensure ownership
over one woman's womb in particular.
Women had one purpose and one purpose only…
Having kids.
Way later, we came up with the idea of romantic love,
which derived from the love one had to profess to God.
Then came this bullshit of loving someone to death,
of having a better half,
and till death do us part.
So, on top of having kids,
now women had to be almost religiously devoted to their husbands.
Finally, the Industrial Revolution arrived,
and we could kind of choose husbands and get a job.
The world has changed in every possible way,
but we're still trying to fit a round peg
into this outdated square hole that is marriage.
That's the thing.
Marriage, by institutionalizing love,
killed it.
THE REAL PRISON IS MARRIAGE, THIS IS NOTHING
Julia!
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