Hi, I'm calling to inquire about the house for sale.
Is it also available for rent?
No. It's only up for sale, preferably in cash.
Well, thanks anyway.
We can negotiate the price, but we need an advance.
Jeez.
Hello?
Good afternoon. Is the price negotiable?
What? You're crazy. I'm practically giving it away!
How many closets are there?
You didn't hear this from me, but not many.
This used to be the garage, now it's an indoor garden.
My bosses had to sell their cars.
This neighborhood isn't safe for expensive cars.
See how nice it is. Come on in.
Watch out for the toys.
Their little girl is a mess.
This is the kitchen.
It's small, but practical.
This door should stay closed at all times.
Huge roaches come out flying from that drain.
Let's move on to the living room.
At night, a ghost child appears.
Poor thing, they say he drowned in the water tank.
We've sprinkled holy water, but it won't go away.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Ruy.
Hey, man.
She hasn't come out.
For real? Jeez!
Dude, it's really late.
-I should hit the road. -Wanna sit down?
She'll be out soon, they're almost finished.
All right, I guess.
So, she's still in there?
She's probably trying to fix someone else's life.
Most likely.
Want some?
No, thanks, I bought some from her. It's cinnamon coffee.
Cinnamon coffee?
You're like my Aunt Emma. Are you a libertarian too?
Hell no, man.
What are you doing here?
-Hi, babe. -What's up?
How are you?
Fantastic! I just finished paying for your drunken stunt.
Let's go, Fau.
Need a ride?
No, thanks, I'm good.
All right, bye.
Fuck!
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
Damn it.
Andrea, I'm so sorry. Traffic was bad today.
Honey?
Kiddo.
Please don't give me the silent treatment.
Daddy? Can you spare a second?
Ms. Moni. What's up?
Can I have a quick word?
Sure.
Look, Daddy, Andrea has been having problems with her classmates.
She hides in the bathroom to get out of P.E.
And she's rude to her teachers.
Guess what she did last month.
She brought her toys to school, which is against the rules.
She actually rented them out to the other kids.
What? Are you sure?
Look.
I think she's trying to get her mom's attention. I mean, poor thing.
Who is this "poor thing"? Andrea, her mom, who?
I don't want you to think I'm a busybody, I'm not,
but rumors spread fast around here.
The other mommies said--
The other mommies can shut up.
Maybe they should mind their own business.
Is Mom in jail?
Of course not. She's in the drunk tank.
Like my cousins when they get a time-out?
Yeah, kind of.
Your mom is fine, though.
So, what's up with you? You seem a little blue.
Honey?
Tomorrow,
a doctor will be dropping by.
All you have to do is talk to her.
THIS HOUSE FOR SALE RING BELL OR CALL FOR INFORMATION
Andrea…
How long will that sign stay up there?
Frankly, I don't know.
It's anyone's guess.
-Hello, Cachito. -Hi.
-Did the couple come by? -Yes.
Wash your hands, let's have lunch.
They seemed interested.
They even asked if we accept government-issued mortgages.
Does this look like a housing project?
I don't know, ask them. Is this ready or what?
Not yet. We'll eat at the counter today.
Hey, babe. I'll sit over there.
Don't worry about it. He's gassed out of his mind.
Fuck. Is that an emo teenager? What year is this?
He belongs in a museum.
I brought a couple of salads. We could have lunch here.
Oh, Julia
You came and brought me some kale
Dude, focus.
So, what were you and Ruy talking about at the drunk tank?
About you, obviously. What else?
Come on, tell me.
Don't worry, only good things.
The court-appointed therapist is visiting tomorrow.
It'll be at Ruy's, right?
She'll talk with Andrea privately, but I'll be there.
I have to.
Is there no way you can cancel it?
No.
Drop your guard already.
Why don't you chill and work something out?
We'll wait three minutes, okay?
I mean, all I'm saying is you're two responsible adults
who can work things out.
Frankly, Ruy's a great guy. I really like him.
I could give you his number, man.
-I won't stand in your way. -Is that a homophobic remark?
Of course not, dummy!
-Should I tell--? -Shut up!
My girlfriend and I decided discussing our exes isn't healthy.
You should try it.
Andrea, please eat. It's your favorite.
Go on, try it.
It looks disgusting.
It's not disgusting. Just eat it.
-Come on. -It's getting cold.
Why don't you just make me?
Cachito.
Andrea, please don't take that tone with me.
I'm not moving out.
We've talked about this, we need to sell the house.
There's a room for you in your mom's place.
You and I will find our own place. We'll get the dog you've always wanted.
What I like is chickens! I hate you, Dad!
I want a divorce from you too!
MISSING DOG - REWARD OFFERED
-Should I take down the bike flier? -No, leave it up.
All right.
Andrea?
Honey?
I'm sorry.
Come on, let's eat.
Andrea?
Peanut?
Idalia?
Idalia!
To Salazar, please.
Have you seen a little girl?
Head over to Mr. Chucho's store and tell everyone what happened.
You, spread the word at the market. Have them call us.
Tell all the neighbors, please hurry.
Excuse me, have you seen this girl?
No.
According to reports, deaths dropped by 41%
and infections by 16%…
It's Ruy. Mute it, please.
Okay.
What's up?
What?
But how?
No! Fuck!
Wait, Ju, I'm driving.
-What's up? You're leaving? -Xico, stay here, okay?
Sure, don't worry.
I can't wait 24 hours, my kid is missing!
-Fine, I'll call in 24 hours! -Ask at the market.
Let me know, call me. Just hurry!
What happened?
I don't know.
-Neighborhood chat group? -Yes.
-Do her friends know? -We're calling them.
How could you let her run away, asshole?
Ruy! My uncle is in the Security Council.
-I'll see if he can help. -Great, thanks.
Yes, she's seven.
Idalia?
-What? -What was she wearing?
Her uniform. Maybe she changed. I'll check her closet.
We'll see if she's in uniform. Please thank your dad from me, I mean it.
Julia.
Have you seen her uniform?
So, four people live here?
We've lived here nine years.
The missus, me, Idalia, and my daughter, of course.
-Any identifying traits? -We told you, a mole on her neck.
Yes, but on which side?
The right side.
-The right side? -Yes.
-Anything else? -Can I offer you anything?
Coffee, please.
Well, she has-- You have her photograph.
-Sir, we need-- -Why are you still here?
Hey!
It's a big house, huh?
Yeah.
How long have you been working for these people?
Since I was 15.
I first started working with Julia's mom.
I noticed you even call them by their first names.
What's your last name, Idalia?
-But why? -Just a few questions.
-What is it? -What's going on?
-They want to question me. -But why outside?
We need to ask her a few questions at the police station.
-Who? -Idalia.
-It's usually someone close to the family. -What do you mean? Wait, Idalia!
-Julia, I don't want to go. -Relax, I won't let them.
-You're not taking her. -She lives here!
We've searched--
You should be arresting that bunch of criminals by the subway.
Hey--
-Really? -This is wrong.
There's no reason to take her.
Let the lady go and please find my girl.
-She's been missing for hours. -Idalia, don't you worry.
-Let her go, please! -Find someone who can help us.
-Okay. -Idalia, you'll be fine.
-Have your phone? -Yes.
-This is outrageous. -Ruy, don't let them take her away.
What? No.
-Where are you going? -To find my daughter.
Have you seen this girl?
-Walking by here today? -No.
Are you sure?
No, we haven't.
-We haven't seen her. -Thanks.
Oh, I got here first.
Don't hold me.
Hi there.
Andrea.
Thanks for hiding me.
I don't want to see my parents.
There's a bed over there.
Thanks.
We know her husband is in jail.
-That doesn't mean anything. -Sir, please stand back.
But this is absurd, officer.
Tell me, is this about money?
Of course not, sir.
Then why aren't you searching for her?
What do you mean? We are searching.
-You know what I mean. -Hello?
-Concha. -Mom?
Andrea ran away, they're blaming me.
-They're taking me away. -Why do you have your phone?
Close the back window.
Mary, call Pancho! Tell him to bring the taxi.
Mom is being taken away by the police.
What do you mean, the police?
What did she do?
She barely had time to tell me the girl ran away.
-Andrea? -Who else?
-How can they suspect it was her? -I don't know.
Hello?
Yes, the girl is missing, man. They're framing her.
I need Julia's number, can you text it to me?
Julia must be worried sick.
Come keep an eye on the house, I'll go see what I can do.
Andrea?
What are you doing here?
I ran away.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
-Hello? -Julia, it's Concha.
-Concha, what--? -Andrea is with us.
Wait, what?
She got here on her own.
She's with you?
Yes.
-Is she okay? -Yes, Julia, she's fine.
She's just a little scared over what's happening, but she's fine.
She's here with me, we're on our way there.
How did she get there?
She took a bus.
Concha, please, tell her everything will fine,
that we love her to pieces.
Tell her we're waiting for her, that she shouldn't worry.
Tell her I love her very much, please.
Think that's her?
I don't know. Yes, it's Concha.
-Come, honey! -What a relief.
Peanut!
-I'll take her inside. -Yes.
Go on.
-Come. -Let's go.
-Unbelievable! -For goodness' sake!
I wasn't asleep.
Really?
You should get some sleep, darling. It's been a long day.
I'll go to sleep, but stop crying, Mom.
Can I have some milk and cookies?
I don't know what to say to her.
I know, it's rough.
-We can't tell her she can't go out. -No, no.
We have to think this through.
Fuck.
-What's up, Fau? -Is she finally asleep?
No, she wants some milk and cookies.
I'll bring them to her.
-Really? -You guys need a break.
I'll tuck her in.
All right, thanks.
The kid is gearing up for diabetes.
Can I bum one?
I didn't buy any today. Go ahead.
Thanks.
Is this the one, Andy?
No, that's a Where's Waldo? It's not a bedtime story.
Okay. So, which one?
The one with the witch,
even if it gives me nightmares.
Seriously?
All right.
Mean Lady.
This is it. I guess the mean lady does look like a witch.
Let's see.
Look, you got crumbs all over your bed.
Okay.
Don't tell Idalia, okay?
There we go, now it's nice and cozy.
Do you want me to read the part about the wolf?
No, Mean Lady, from the beginning.
Okay, from the beginning.
"In the daytime, the mean lady would yell,
-'My feet hurt…'" -Not so loud.
Okay, sorry.
"'My feet hurt.'
Everyone around me is to blame.
I have bunions, and that makes me angry.
I need to yell and shout.'"
"And in the afternoons, the mean lady would say,
'What can I do? I hate everyone so much. It's their fault my feet hurt.'"
"At night, the mean lady would grumble…"
"'Here or by the sea,
how will I manage to walk?
Will the sand help?
Answers I must find.'"