Me having to leave the house is total bullshit, Mom.
He's such a laid-back guy, but now he shows his frail masculinity.
I mean, he didn't react until I was with someone.
With Fausto, I feel something similar
to how I felt with Ruy in the first years.
Don't beat yourself up over bullshit, Refugio.
I'm Luli, Mom, your daughter.
My daughter?
Uh-huh.
Hell yeah, you wish!
Men are animals.
That's why I'm never getting married.
I'll stick to those who only want to give me pleasure.
Hey…
Have you ever had a great lay?
'Cause I…
No, I don't think so.
No, I've never had a great lay.
I don't know.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
-You've already showered today. -I haven't showered. What's with you?
Pachi, why are you--?
-I shower every day, just so you know. -We've already showered today.
I'm not showering with you! You have your own bathroom!
-Okay, enough! I'm sick of you! -No, cover up!
-I'm taking a shower! -It's about to rain.
You're such a drag!
No! You locked yourself up, Pachi. Goddammit!
Pachi.
Open up.
Coming.
Pick up, for fuck's sake.
Come on, pick up.
Fuck!
Fucking hell!
Where's the lid?
Here, let me help you.
Don't be stupid.
Level with me.
Did you know she was seeing someone?
It's also about knowing when something is over.
So, who is he?
Andrea's dentist, who is also her cousin's ex.
Which cousin?
This bitch I can't stand, her name is María Cristina.
Massive bitch.
What stings the most
is she used her mom's illness to deceive us.
Did you make that up? Don't joke about that stuff.
Actually, I didn't. I'm telling the truth.
There's no such thing as "Saturday at Mom's," Idalia.
She'd sneak out to see that dude.
Okay, if she used her mom to cover her tracks,
she did cross the line.
Of course she crossed the line! I mean, just to get laid!
She fucked up her cousin's life, fucked up ours!
Hey, don't include me! She's not married to me.
Cacho, my toast!
I warn you, Cachito better not hear you. I washed her sweatpants, they were dirty.
-I want her to look nice for school. -I know.
I won't make it for lunch.
Pick her up from school, will you?
I'll bring her the smoothie.
I'm swamped with work, damn it.
"Work!"
You big slacker!
Ortiburcio!
Cachito, why are you up here? You'll be late.
Go downstairs.
I'll be right with you.
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YOU WERE TOO TIRED, LOVE
I'm going downstairs.
Wait up, Cachito! Your shoelaces are untied.
-Ouch! -Oh, sorry!
I'll be more careful, sorry.
Mom isn't taking me to my "tapoeica" lesson today, is she?
-Capoeira. -Capoeira!
Is it because you had a fight?
No, she went to see your grandma.
But listen, don't worry about stuff like that, okay?
Mom never used to visit Grandma, did she, Dad?
But now that she's crazy, she goes all the time.
Well, that's because she wants to spend time with her.
You know?
Your grandma is pretty old.
Even though I'm a hunk right now,
I'll be old one day. We'll all be old someday.
So, when I'm an old geezer,
you'll take care of me.
I warn you, I'll be a grumpy old man.
If you're grumpy, I won't take care of you.
If you're not grumpy, sure I will.
Fine, I guess in that case,
I won't be grumpy.
-Deal? -Deal.
It's a deal, then.
Her running out in the streets at night is dangerous.
That sort of thing will only get more frequent.
It's all part of her mental decline.
Loss of modesty is also quite common.
Does she also talk to you about sex?
-Yeah, all the time. -It's scary to know she's alone at night.
Don't worry, I'll find someone to take the night shift.
Okay, call me if anything happens.
-I left you a sandwich like your mom's. -Thanks.
Hello?
What's up?
Fine.
Well, sort of.
I'm heading to the studio now.
I just don't want to run into Ruy, and my mom isn't doing well.
I'll explain in a bit, okay?
Okay.
-Morning, Cruz. Excuse us. -Good morning.
Why do grownups clean stuff that will get dirty again anyway?
Come here, kiddo. Let's go.
She's wasting all that water.
I'm going to tell on her.
Did you bring rocks or something?
Your bag is so heavy.
-It's just-- -Wait, your lunch!
Grab anything you like.
Hi, Güero.
Julia, stop ignoring me. We need to talk.
-Néstor! -What's up, neighbor?
Anything for a school lunch?
There, in the basket.
No, these are all turkey.
I have egg sandwiches, organic.
As opposed to robot eggs, am I right?
-Néstor, are those worms? -No, they're pickled pork rinds.
-Vegan? -Come on.
Sure they are. Hey!
I forgot my wallet. I'll pay you later!
Yeah, there's frozen ravioli.
-Here's your coffee. -Thanks.
Tell Andrea she's not going to capoeira today.
Pamper her for me, will you?
-Here's your muffin. -Thanks.
Don't forget to get the big suitcase out of storage.
Ruy promised to move out today.
Thank you so much, Idalia.
That'll be 87 pesos.
-Sure. -Don't pay.
What are you doing here? One second, I'll be right back.
-I've been following you. I have a plan. -Wait.
Those who missed my party can sign up here,
and I'll bring them tomorrow.
Who got the bear?
I did!
Here you go.
Juanita was yours.
-You can pay me tomorrow. -Yeah.
It depends on when.
No more than a week.
And you got Dulce.
Caro, this one's for you.
Who got the coffee maker?
Go, go, go.
Your breakfast, ma'am.
Don't call me ma'am, moron.
You'll get cavities and lose your clientele.
What the hell? You're feisty today.
Come on, let's have breakfast in the grownup area.
Okay.
Do you want to get that?
No, I'll check it later.
I hate not having a life.
I hate it.
You shouldn't complain.
It's a privilege that the president addresses the nation every day.
Chuy, can you believe this mental lethargy?
Why don't you transfer to showbiz?
-Hey there. -What's up?
Get a load of her.
She doesn't get up at 5:00 a.m. for that privilege.
Man, you two are at it again.
What's up?
Ruy, I want to make this clear.
You made me feel uneasy at the party, and it isn't the first time.
Don't let it happen again, okay?
Let's hear her story.
Cachito?
Let's go to the park, come on.
No, I have a ton of work.
You said you had no homework. What are you doing?
Fine, but don't tell anyone.
My friends at school
really like my toys.
So,
I'm lending them out for maybe one or two days.
And I might get a little bit of money from that.
But if you don't tell anyone,
I may give you some of that money.
Where I come from, that's called renting, not lending out.
But you know what?
I'd rather you be smart than helpless.
What's that?
I don't know.
Come look.
Ortiburcio.
This chick is your son.
He's your son.
What's your favorite color? Brown?
Or white?
What a handsome rooster.
He doesn't speak Spanish.
What does he speak? English, then?
No, he speaks Rooster.
Can you knit him a scarf like the one you gave me for Christmas?
Your parents will want us to return the rooster to Mrs. Luz.
They won't. They're fighting so much, they won't even notice he's here.
You're worried about them fighting, aren't you?
Julia, where the hell are you? Why won't you pick up? I'm pissed off.
All right.
-Thanks. -Bye.
FOR RENT
Yes?
Hi, neighbor, I live in apartment 12.
I forgot my keys, could you let me in?
I think there's a burglar downstairs.
No!
How are you getting inside without your keys?
My wife's on her way. Thanks, neighbor.
She shouldn't be so careless.
-Are you calling the fire department? -Yes, sure.
If I smell a gas leak, I'll call them. Don't you worry.
Hey.
You can climb over from my window.
Look out! Diter takes a shot and… goal!
Goal!
Thanks. Sorry about this.
Good afternoon, excuse me.
I have a-- Sorry.
Excuse me.
It's a bit high, isn't it?
Hurry up. My husband gets jealous.
Hurry, get a move on!
Thanks.
Hey…
-Can you smell anything? -I don't know.
Wait.
No.
I can't smell anything. No gas leak.
-Thanks. -Keep it down, you two.
No one wants to hear all the nasty stuff you do.
Ruy!
Fausto.
Fausto!
Stop, stop.
Stop.
Are you going to fall asleep?
No.
Shit, you're kidding me!
No fucking way.
Now he's shooting…
Sir?
Sir!
Let's hear it.
I'll tell you, but you can't laugh.
-Okay. -Okay, here goes.
"The Suicide Cavities."
For real?
What? It's a cool name. I already ordered my merch.
You're kidding me!
You mean you ordered t-shirts and pins for a band that doesn't exist yet?
You're a moron, Fausto.
Though I still fucking love you.
So, so much.
Even if you are a moron.
I mean, I'm a children's dentist, of course I'm a moron.
My dad made it very clear
when I didn't cut it as an oral surgeon like him and my granddad.
When I graduated, he gave me a Rolex.
Fuck! What a snob.
And he told me,
"Careful, son."
"Pediatric dentists are the first ones to commit suicide."
-He didn't! -He did!
Ever since that day, I've been addicted to this.
Do you really give this to the kids, dude?
Of course not!
This is only for me, for my alone time.
It's for personal recreation.
Doesn't it melt your brain or something?
'Cause right now, I need my brain solid.
-No, on the contrary, it helps. -Really?
Hold it.
Come on.
-I think here is fine. -Yeah.
-Shoo! -Yes.
Run!
Quick!
LOCKSMITH
-Hi, how are you? -Fine, can I help you?
-Good afternoon. -What's up, Luz?
So, wanna go on a trip with me one of these days?
One of these days.
As long as you don't take me to McAllen, like my cousin.
No, she took me.
I mean, I hate McAllen.
I meant let's go to Puerto.
Nice beach, walking around naked,
eating great food.
Sounds lovely.
I can't remember what it is to go on a trip without the kid.
I mean, whenever we travel,
we have to take her duvet and her stuffed toys
'cause she says she can't sleep anywhere but her bed.
I can't fit anything in my suitcase because of her damn duvet.
It's crazy how it's never just about you anymore.
-What? -Nothing.
Chicken, I know you're sad,
but if you need a drink, just one, asshole.
Don't be an asshole. Drop by later to the anniversary party.
Take a shower and I might introduce you to someone.
No, that's how guys are now, right?
Yeah, it's true.
-Hey, man, is Julia here? -No.
What a drag, man. Bye.
I'm joking!
A whiskey, please.
Are you Cameron?
No way! I'm Ruy.
What's up?
-We meet at last. -Yeah.
-Raiza talks a lot about you. -She feels sorry for me.
Not at all, she loves you.
She's always going on about you.
Nah, I'm a piece of shit.
I see you've met.
Sorry about the trauma.
Still spiraling?
-I fucked up big time. -Thanks.
What did you do?
-She left me for a dentist. -Man, those guys are such junkies!
She left me to chase after a fucking preppy dentist.
She didn't leave you, you're separated.
We're separating, it's not the same thing.
Dude, you're fucking fine.
Did you already know she was seeing some guy or what?
No, I didn't know.
In that case, I don't get it. Am I blind?
I need you to listen to me. I need someone to talk to.
If you want us to talk,
calm down and wait for me.
Shit, dude.
Get him some water, love.
No. Can I get another whiskey?
Hey, how do you say "dentist" in French?
Dentiste de merde.
Good one!
Holy shit!
It must suck seeing your mom in that state.
I almost ran her over, man.
I felt my heart breaking.
Sure you don't want to spend the night with me?
No, I have to see what Ruy is up to.
I told him he had to move out today. He can stay with his mom.
He's moving out?
See, before I went to my mom's, we got into a huge fight.
And well, he knows about us.
What?
It's nothing…
I mean, it's all good.
I mean, we'll have a talk with Andrea and that's it.
-I mean, it was horrible. -Fuck.
I feel better, liberated.
-What? -What the hell?
You've been here all fucking day and now you drop this on me?
I'm sorry.
It slipped my mind. It happened yesterday. Sorry.
Isn't this what we wanted?
Yes, but not like this. What about Ruy?
What do you mean, what about Ruy?
You're such a moron, man!
I mean, if you're scared, we'll just leave it at that.
Dude, what's up?
Sorry to interrupt.
What's up, Rebe? Can we talk?
We've talked plenty.
Come on, let's go outside.
-Don't be a bitch. -Don't touch me! A bitch?
You're a jerk, I mean it.
Hey, don't overreact. You're getting hysterical.
Hey! She said not to touch her, asshole.
Hang on, I'm sorry. Chill.
We're all good here. Sorry.
He's a jerk.
-He's stalking you. -Yeah, he's a moron.
Want to go for a smoke?
Yeah, definitely.
You need clarity, chicken.
I'm such an idiot.
I spent all day today pouring salt on the wound.
Dude, you two set the ground rules.
You can't just break them because it felt weird
or because you got jealous. I mean, seriously?
I know it's hard, but you can't take back what you agreed.
That's easy for you to say,
you guys are on another level.
Oh, please, man.
People think that throuples
are all about having raging sex
without any commitment, but that's not the case.
We've had to set more rules than the damn constitution, man.
No one belongs to anyone,
but we're all there for each other.
The three of us have to talk about everything.
Yeah, it's a pain in the ass,
but it spares us from a lot of grief.
We can't take sides two against one either.
Except in bed, dude.
Oh, shit.
Though, whenever one of us no longer feels comfortable,
we can call it quits, and it's over and done with.
Guys, what the hell?
Are you gonna stay here?
Romina.
They're staying, let's go.
-Is he wasted? -Yeah.
Don't worry. Everything will be fine.
Slowly, one step. Come on, Andrea.
Julia, please look at this.
A few more steps, yes!
She's walking.
Andrea, yes, come on.
Come here, sweetie. Good job!
Julia, did you see that?
You're shitting me.
Fuck.
He's got to be shitting me!
Fuck.
Shit!
You son of a bitch.
-Julia? -I want a divorce, asshole!
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