All language subtitles for Perfectos.desconocidos.2018

Nico needs to be in bed
by 10:00.

-Got it, Nicolás? In bed by 10:00.
-And no tantrums.

Tell mommy how you never
throw tantrums around grandma.

Can I hold him?

Come, my love. Let's sleep, little one.

-Honey, where's my brown belt?
-In the drawer.

-Which one?
-The same as always.

Nah.

Hey.

-Hurry, we're running late.
-I'm ready, let's go.

Come on.

-Did you kiss Cruz good night?
-Of course, honey.

I need to grab my cell phone,
I'll be right back.

Say goodbye to your brother
for me, all right?

Here. Want some ice cream?

-Honey!
-I'm coming!

Read the box, the dosage depends
on the size of the dog.

You can mix it with his dog food
or hide it in some sausage.

Yes.

That's right, exactly.

Back off! Oh no, ma'am,
I wasn't talking to you.

I was talking to my dog,
who keeps licking me.

Yeah, they're great with kids,
but also with adults.

I'll call you tomorrow to see
how your dog is doing.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.
Tell me, how do I look?

-Stunning.
-I'm serious.

-Stunning.
-Wasn't the red dress better?

-No.
-Hey, I'm off the pill.

Yes?

-I mean I'm off "the pill."
-That's great.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

-Can we have sex?
-Yes.

-Can I ask where you're going?
-I did.

-I go with Jimena. OK.
-I don't believe you.

-You're meeting Santiago.
-Of course not.

You hurt only yourself
when you tell lies, Nina.

-Those aren't mine.
-Really? They were in your purse.

-I'm holding them for Jimena.
-You must think I'm stupid.

Whatever.

You hurt only yourself
when you go through my purse.

I'm sick of you, brat.
You drive me nuts.

You always drive me nuts!

-What?
-No comment?

What should I say? She's 17,
it'd be weird if she didn't act out.

-She's meeting Santiago.
-It's normal, they're dating.

-I don't like him.
-But she does.

-Antonio, you don't like him.
-I know that.

But if we forbid it, she'll just try
to get her way no matter what.

Remember how your parents
tried to keep us apart?

Did it work for them?
No, it didn't.

See? Sometimes we should
listen to our parents.

-Unbelievable, just let her be.
-Don't start, Antonio!

How many girls her age
go to therapy with you?

She's my kid, not some patient.
I can't distance myself.

-You nag her non-stop.
-She nags me!

Please! The difference is
she's 17 years old.

There were condoms
in her purse.

-How do you know?
-I found them.

-You just found them?
-I was looking for something.

I mean...

Nina is basking in the drama
of shunning the family scene.

She doesn't want her mother
psychoanalyzing her all day.

It's what I am, Antonio.
It's what I am.

-That's rough.
-Well, yes.

I don't think we should've planned
a dinner party during the eclipse.

-Why?
-Something bad could happen.

What?

You should put more trust
in the stars.

You should trust the GPS
instead of taking the long way.

-Why don't you drive?
-Calm down, honeybun.

OK.

Let's go, we're running late.

It must be the stars.

It's biodynamic.
Do you think that's OK?

At 25 dollars a bottle,
it should be great.

I'm not sure, why don't we
stop and buy another one?

Ana, it's a simple dinner,
not a gala.

But Eva is too judgy,
I don't want to deal with her.

Everything will be OK,
do you hear me?

-I think she doesn't like me.
-No way, babe.

She's a difficult woman.
Plus, she's been angry lately.

-She's mad at everyone, even life.
-Not at Flora.

It's normal, she and Flora
are childhood friends.

Maybe that's the problem,
you know each other well.

You get each other.

-It's still hard for me.
-Let's say I picked out the wine.

If Eva doesn't like it,
she can just blame me.

That's it.

-Good evening.
-Good evening, sir.

Hello? Yes.

Yes, send them up.
Send them up.

They're coming.
Thanks.

Ernesto, wait for me.

There, what do you think?

It needs more salt,
your food is always underseasoned.

That's the point, if it needs more salt
people can just add more.

Maybe we should've
gone out to eat.

If we had, you'd be complaining
about not staying in.

-It's like you want me to be cranky.
-Trust me, I don't.

Coming!

What? Give me a break.

-Hi, how are you?
-Is Pepe here yet?

-Not yet.
-Ana and Mario will be here soon.

I dare you to tell me this isn't
up to your standards.

It looks delicious.

-Come in, come in. Eva!
-Thank you.

Hello!

Gorgeous.

-Hello.
-Where's Nina?

-In her room.
-I'll say hi.

Don't even bother.
This looks yummy.

-You had a fight.
-Always.

-That's a shame.
-I found condoms in her purse.

What? No!

-Imagine if Nico did that.
-Honeybun, he just turned five.

-Hey, lovebirds.
-Eva.

Hi. How nice!

-It's biodynamic.
-Oh, no! You fell for it, too.

It's squished by feet,
but pricey like champagne.

-Come in.
-Give me your coat.

I'm sure Ana chose it.

-It was pretty expensive.
-Expensive... and pretentious.

-Hello!
-Hi!

-Is Pepe here?
-Not yet.

-I'm still skeptical.
-Same, how do you picture her?

Her name is Lucía,
don't be mean.

If she's with Pepe,
she must be lovely.

If she's with Pepe, she can't be
particularly lovely, as in cute.

-Calm down.
-Why? Any woman could like Pepe.

-He's a special guy.
-Very special.

Especially with that
wealthy-hobo look of his.

-I think he's easy to fall for.
-What if she's an old lady?

-Like a cougar?
-How do you define cougar?

A cougar is like a mother
I'd like to... fuck.

-That's gross, even for you.
-That's what they're called!

-Careful, we fall in that category.
-Speak for yourself.

-You're the one expecting grandkids.
-Shut up!

What if he shows up with a granny?
Frail, dyed hair, big old purse.

At first you'd have to think
he must be joking, right?

But then he says he's happy,
that it's a good fit for him.

-I mean, really Pepe?
-As long as it's not Martha.

Ugh, not her!

-Who is Martha?
-Pepe's ex-wife.

-The one with the high voice.
-She was bad luck.

Her voice was like a non-stop
ringing in your head.

"If you invest in e-cigs
you'll be a millionaire."

-She bankrupted the company, too.
-She had bad luck, bad vibes.

-Come on, she wasn't that bad.
-Her voice pierced your brain.

-She was certainly weird.
-I mean, she was Pepe's wife.

Exactly! That's reason enough
to respect her.

No, that's reason enough
to think she's a weirdo.

There he is!

-Don't be so obvious!
-If she's old, I'll laugh my ass off.

-Antonio!
-Fine, I won't laugh.

-I make no promises.
-They're taking too long.

-Have pity, she's old.
-Come on, that's enough.

Stop, they'll hear us.

Shh! Be quiet, guys.

Hey, everyone.

-Hello.
-Yes, hi.

-What?
-Where's Lucía?

She sends her apologies,
she came down with a serious cold.

-So, she's not coming.
-No, she has a fever.

We were just so excited
to finally meet her.

Yeah.

So, should I come in,
or should I leave?

-Of course!
-Bring Lucía, you go away.

Let's call her a cab!

-Yay, Pepe!
-Someone's been dumped.

No, I haven't been dumped
by anyone!

-Did you have a fight?
-No, no.

-I'm glad you're happy.
-Pepe, how old is she again?

-Didn't I tell you?
-No.

-She's our age.
-I see.

-What?
-A bit mature, huh?

Hey! We had a deal,
no jokes about Lucía.

-But she's not here.
-But I am!

Sorry, man.

-So, what did I miss?
-Let's go upstairs.

The eclipse is starting.

-Let's go, let's go.
-Come on, Pepe.

-Welcome.
-Thanks.

With or without Lucía you are welcome
in this house.

Come on.

Come on, everyone.
Hurry, dear.

-Use this, you'll see how nice.
-I want to see.

Wow, so professional.

-I can't see anything.
-Sure you can, Flora.

-Let's see, no.
-You can't see anything!

-Babe, I can't see it.
-What?

-You have to focus it, babe.
-Move the dial, Mario.

Move it.

Is it ready?

Let's see.

-Wow, it looks amazing!
-Told you.

Remember when were kids

and we spied on your neighbor
with your dad's telescope?

We always saw a dark circle
that was not an eclipse.

Gross, Ernesto.

Well, I love the name Lucía.

My first boyfriend's sister
was named Lucía.

She still remembers her first.

-Well, yes.
-Tell us the truth, Pepe.

Are you in love?

If you talk about her at least
30 minutes a day, you're in love.

What if it's 70?

You're so in love!

And if you never talk,
it's because you're married.

-I was just joking!
-Everything's fine.

-How long have you been dating?
-A couple months.

-So why introduce her until now?
-Because I want it to work.

I remember I was so nervous
when I was about to meet you.

I must've changed 20 times
before I left the house.

You don't ever wear red
on a first date.

-Why?
-"Girls in red give great head."

-Hey!
-Ernesto!

-"Girls in blue..." Forget it.
-You, too? Don't be gross.

Anyway, now I feel
like one of you.

-I don't think so.
-One of us? Dream on.

-They're joking!
-Hey, no! Wait a minute.

You're our favorite!

The fact is, you don't deserve
a woman like Ana.

-You must tell us how you did it.
-I didn't do anything.

She took charge and asked
for my number.

You stud.

That was our mistake, Eva.
We should've taken charge.

-We'd be married to those hunks.
-The German twins, again?

Honeybun, some things
you don't forget.

Did that Hitler also send you
birthday cards?

For the past 20 years,
I've gotten the same picture

of us four in front of our tent
in the Greek Islands.

Because now they're bald
and fat.

No, what ruined that fling
was the language barrier.

I mean, "Ich liebe dich"?

Seems we're not welcome here,
let's go to the kitchen.

I can't stand Germans
since the '78 World Cup.

Thanks, my love.

So, wasn't it weird
to be dating twins?

Didn't you get confused?

Not really, or maybe it happened
and we never noticed.

So, did you get
your license back?

-Not until after the trial.
-Too bad.

Have they set a date
for the hearing?

End of February.

You're not worried, are you?
It's going well, right?

-My lawyer is optimistic.
-See? There you go.

Let's celebrate this Summer.

I'm just tired.

-I just want it to be over.
-What does Flora think?

I guess she's happy,
I don't listen to her much.

I've developed a system:
whenever she starts talking,

I lower her volume like a TV
until I finally mute her.

I can't hear a thing.

Conspiracy says...
It is true.

But they did it...

How do you do it?

-I open it.
-Yeah.

All alone.

-Is that a corkscrew?
-Sit down, honeybun.

-What's in this dressing? It's great.
-Avocado and mustard.

-Have we booked the beach house?
-Not yet.

We need to bring this dressing
with us on our holiday.

Well, each tiny can at the store
costs about eight dollars.

-Eight dollars each?
-And they're tiny.

-I should grow avocados in Valle.
-Avocados?

-Yeah.
-In Valle?

At eight bucks a can, sure.

These will be our first holidays
without Laura and Diego, right?

-It feels weird.
-Yes, it's weird without them.

I talked to Laura a few days ago,
she sends everyone her love.

-Thanks.
-So, how is she?

How else could she be?
Poor thing.

She moved back
into her parents' house.

-And her daughter?
-She's there, too.

Should she have stayed with
Diego and his girlfriend?

-Of course not.
-She's shattered.

Imagine your husband cheating
with a girl your daughter's age.

-She'll need time to recover.
-Time? No.

At this stage, you don't recover
from something like that.

In her 50's, fully menopausal,
dumped for a younger woman.

No, that's life-ruining.

True, that describes
half my patients.

-Did you know?
-Of course not.

-Of course they knew.
-Damn right.

-He never told us.
-Pepe didn't know either.

Even if we did, were we
supposed to tell her?

You have to tell.

So we should've gone to Laura
like "Guess what?

Diego is screwing
a 20-year-old babe."

-A 20-year-old? Really?
-22, actually.

No, Flora, it's complicated.
Let's say you tell her,

everything blows up,
and you've broken a family.

Right.

If Mario ever cheats on me,
you have to tell me, you hear?

Well, if you insist...

Forget it! They always
cover for each other.

They wouldn't tell you,
even under torture.

-Men are all the same.
-We're different.

-Like PC and Mac.
-What would men be?

A PC, obviously!

They're cheap, prone to viruses,
and unable to multitask.

For instance, Ernesto either sings
or soaps up in the shower.

He can't do both.

Instead, women are Mac.
Intuitive, fast, elegant.

They cost a fortune and are only
compatible among themselves.

-Hey!
-Yes!

So, does anyone know
what Diego's been up to?

Well, he's alone
without his wife.

-And with a 20-year-old.
-She's 22.

Now he has to watch reality TV,
go to Justin Bieber concerts,

get drunk off beer.

Meanwhile, she gets the money,
the house, and the car.

-That's that!
-No, sir.

-Ask Pepe.
-No, I'm a bad example.

My ex-wife pretty much
paid me alimony.

Even the fiercest lawyer knows
what a soccer coach makes.

-Plus, no children.
-That makes divorce easier.

You sign a check, done.

It is tragic to wreck a family
over a text, excuse me.

-It wasn't the text.
-Hello?

-It was that home-wrecking slut.
-Him, too.

-Yeah, she ruined a marriage.
-But Laura read the text.

Are you saying it was Laura's fault
for reading the text?

No, he should've deleted it.
Isn't it obvious?

If you're going to cheat,
take precautions, man.

Do you hear yourself?

So, you protect yourself from
being found out as scum?

You protect yourself
from this.

What? What did I miss?

It's the black box of our lives.
It's all in there.

Mario is kind of right.
Some caution is called for.

It happened to them
this time,

but many couples would implode
if they traded cell phones.

Like Ernesto, he would never
let me go through his phone.

What do you mean?
You can go through it.

Here, take it.

-I'll take it.
-Please do.

-Wait, I will.
-His hand is shaking!

-It's mine!
-Good, now give me yours.

Take it, it's full of texts
from the pediatrician.

Or texts from your sister
bitching about your mom.

-She texts you?
-You don't reply to her.

Antonio would rather eat his
than let me have it.

Of course not.
In fact, here you go.

You might find some boobs,
or a nice ass, just work stuff.

Ha, ha, ha.

So, unlike Diego,
we're all saints here.

-No one has any secrets.
-What secrets could we have?

Yeah.

After all these years,
I know you all perfectly well.

I hope you have at least one,
otherwise it'd be boring.

Why don't we find out?

Let's put all our cell phones
here on this table.

-Then?
-All throughout dinner,

anything any of us get,
texts, calls, WhatsApp,

we read them and hear them
all of us together.

Dun dun dun!

So, cell phones on the table
all throughout dinner.

-They're always there.
-Exactly.

Just yours, millennial.

-I'll go check on the lasagna.
-We're doing something new.

I come back.

-Does it have to be tonight?
-Yes, I mean...

-What if something bad happens?
-Worse than Eva's bitterness?

I love you, too.

All right, let's play!

There we go!

-Sure, since Lucía is sick.
-I'd do it if she was here.

-What kind of game is this?
-A fun one.

-Doesn't seem so.
-Why? Are you hiding something?

No, sweetheart.

Suit yourself, here it is.

I'm scared you're hiding something.
I don't want to know your secrets.

If you have a lover,
I don't want to find out.

If I had a lover, I wouldn't have
suggested the game.

Right! I think it sounds fun.
Let's play.

Everyone, cell phones
on the table!

-Yeah! Go!
-Wait, wait.

-Isn't it rude while we eat?
-Extremely.

Diego always kept
his cell phone off.

Well, Ernesto keeps his
face down, like that.

-Always. I know.
-It's not on purpose.

It's not a conscious choice,
it's just something I do.

The screen gets scratched
and it's 100 bucks to replace.

-No way, it's $50 downtown.
-In that case, fine.

-Let's scratch it more.
-Hey!

I'm joking.

-All right, here.
-Well done!

Me too, here's mine.

-This is a mistake.
-A big one.

No turning back!

-Good luck, everyone.
-Yes!

Like Russian roulette.

-What about Facebook?
-No, that's out.

No, why?

It's just too many
notifications.

You've been friends with a guy
you hate for five years?

Facebook wants to celebrate.
We'll be glued to our cell phones.

-I don't have Facebook.
-Also, no airplane mode.

-Oh, mine is.
-Oh.

And let's assume no one has
a second cell phone.

That's enough.

-You have three!
-You're spitting venom, Eva.

It's the eclipse, trust me.

Hi, everyone.

-Hi, Nina.
-Hello, sweetie.

-You've gotten so pretty.
-Dad, can you come here?

Sure, sweetie.

-Those fringes, my god.
-Cool jacket.

-What is it?
-Can I have some money?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

Let's see... here.

-Here.
-Thank you, Dad.

-Call if you need me.
-I will.

-How old is Nina again?
-Seventeen next June.

Time flies, huh?

-Yeah.
-There, we said it.

-That's Mario's.
-Mario got a text.

Mario got a text.

-What does it say?
-Let's see.

"I want your body."

Great start.

I swear I have no idea
who that might be.

-Excuse me, who is that?
-Let me see, I don't know.

-Who is that?
-I don't know, babe.

I have no idea.

Mario, who is that?

I don't know, I swear it.
I don't have this number saved.

Pick up.

-Pick it up!
-All right, all right.

-Hello?
-Put it on speaker.

Put it on speaker.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

There's someone there,
but they're not talking.

Who the fuck is this? Hello?

Yo momma.

-Poor thing!
-I could not resist.

-You asshole!
-Motherfucker.

-That was awesome.
-Asshole!

-Screw you.
-Poor thing, Antonio!

That was terrible.

-I told you this would hurt us.
-You're the only one worried.

-Still at it?
-Yes.

Dad? Dad.

-I have to go.
-At least say hi.

Hello, everyone.
For the second time.

-Bye, sweetheart.
-Bye.

-She's not always like that.
-She's worse.

-I think it's normal.
-They're wild at that age.

What were you like
when you were sixteen?

I know exactly
what he was like.

-You don't know what he did?
-Did? Or still does?

Don't believe them, babe.
They're joking.

His parents were desperate!

They wanted to send him off
to boarding school.

Honestly, I'm not too sure
I'll make a good mother.

The thought of it terrifies me.

Why, are you guys trying?

Yes, we are.

Good for you!

There's nothing to toast to yet,
but thank you.

Let's toast because at least
someone here is having sex.

-Yeah!
-That's right.

-Cheers to that.
-Flora!

What? Oh, please.

It's no surprise to anyone.

Does anyone think that after so long
the passion is the same?

What does that have to do
with anything?

Fine, I'll do another one.

A more conventional toast.

Raise your glasses

for our children,
for all their love,

and the meaning
they bring into our life.

-Cheers!
-No, no, no!

-What?
-And if we don't have kids?

I can't please anyone.
You do it.

I just hate that thing about life
being meaningless without kids.

I sometimes think
it's an easy way out.

What do you mean?

You have a kid, justify your life,
and you're done.

-It's easy.
-It's not like that, Pepe.

I don't want a child
to justify my life.

Why, then?

Well... many reasons.

Fine, tell me one.

-To complete our couple.
-See?

As if you couldn't
make each other happy.

Well, in fact childless couples
are happier on average.

They're happier because
it's easier to split up.

It was a joke, honey.

That's two, next joke
and we're leaving.

It's as if one's happiness
depended on someone else.

Like the other night when
we were talking about God.

We make God responsible
for our actions.

It's the same thing.

Shitty people pray and boom,
back to screwing people over.

I don't want that kind of help.
My life's meaning is myself.

Is that selfish of me?
Fine, I'm selfish!

Trouble in paradise, Pepe?

You know, many couples have kids
as an act of selfishness.

I think nowadays having kids
is a generous, valuable act.

-What year do you think it is?
-I love having a daughter.

-I mean, we all do.
-In fact, I would've had more.

Yes, I love it, too.
When I get home at night,

and Nico looks up at me
with eyes full of love

and he tells me I'm beautiful,
that's it for me.

It makes me feel happy.
Happy, happy, happy.

When he's 16, he'll slam doors
and you'll feel happy, happy.

That's not always the case.

Plus, it's true that having kids
breathes new life into you.

You see yourself in them
and relive every stage of your life.

-That's true.
-Precisely! I don't want to start over.

-I don't want to relive anything.
-I don't blame you.

Not with the shitty life
you've had so far.

Stop.

-First true call!
-It's Pepe's phone.

-It's my sister, what do I do?
-Answer her.

Put her on speaker.

-Hi, Sara.
-Hi.

-Careful, you're on speaker.
-Hey, that's against the rules.

-Well, yes, on speaker.
-What do you mean?

So take me off.

-I cant.
-You can't?

-I can't, Sara.
-He can't do it, Sara.

-Good evening, Sara.
-Hi, Sara!

-What's up, Sara?
-Hi, everyone.

-Wait, you have to speak.
-Fine, I'll call you later.

-Why do I have to?
-It's a game, I'll explain later.

-You called for a reason.
-What should I talk about?

Yeah, work related stuff.
I'll call you back later.

Wait, if this is about the job
in Puebla, I'm not taking it.

-All right, talk to you tomorrow.
-Bye.

Sorry, I ruined the fun
a little bit.

-More like a lot, I'd say.
-Sorry, I wasn't ready.

What was that about Puebla?

Sara found me a job there,
at a private school.

-That's great.
-Are you taking it?

-It's in Puebla.
-Hey, Pepe.

Sorry, but I don't think
you can afford to be picky.

You could try it out,
see what it's like.

Do the commute three times
a week and get back to me.

But isn't it true what they say
about Puebla being lovely?

-I'd move there.
-To Puebla?

-Why not?
-Would you move tomorrow?

I was just saying that
to get Pepe excited.

You can't wait for your dream job
to fall on your lap.

I've sent my resume everywhere,
I'll get something eventually.

How long have you been
unemployed?

Three, four months.

And you've gotten
how many responses?

-And how many rejections?
-Am I on trial or something?

No, listen, they shouldn't have
fired you like that.

If we sue them, you'll win.

They didn't fire me,
they didn't renew my contract.

-It's the same thing!
-Please.

It's illegal after they renewed it
for the past 10 years.

Listen to him,
he's an expert lately.

Thanks, guys, really,
but there's no need.

It might be good for me
to change paths.

-I'll find something, it takes time.
-Pepe, you need to grind.

From here to Puebla?
Let's drop it.

Or find something else.
Take me, for instance.

While my business takes off,
I'm doing Uber and it's great.

-He's a great example.
-Well, I'm adding a second car.

-Really?
-Another car?

-Who's going to drive it?
-Who knows? It's too soon.

-Why hadn't you told me?
-Obviously I was going to, babe.

When?

It's only an idea so far,
nothing is written yet.

They're always ideas, that's why
your businesses never take off.

-It's going to work, you'll see.
-You always say that.

The world changes: Uber, Cabify,
Car To Go, sounds familiar?

-Taxis will be history soon.
-Yes.

-I look to the future. You don't know
-You're right.

-Like with the e-cigs.
-Not again!

-The future in another planet.
-That was just bad luck.

-It was Shrillary's fault.
-That bird of ill omen.

Who are you talking about?

What about your
Bulldog business?

-That wasn't my fault.
-I agree. Don't mention it.

-I don't know that one.
-You don't know?

-I bought a bulldog, Elba.
-Eva?

No, Elba... after Elba Esther.

Poor bitch!

Hey, tell the story right.

Listen to this.

Elba was a champion dog,
a thoroughbred.

In fact, her dam was...
Who was her dam?

-Roberta Roeira's dog.
-Wildly expensive.

Yeah, but Ana saved me
most veterinary costs.

The point is, I bought the dog,
we set a breeding date.

The dog got pregnant,
seven puppies.

-I sold them for $1500 dollars each.
-Not bad.

But the dogs started growing
a bit spotted and wonky.

They looked like gremlins.

So, complaints started
pouring in.

Weeks passed and the puppies
were still hard to look at.

They made the real Elba Esther
look like a model. Horrible!

-Wasn't the mother a champion?
-Yes, she was.

But she was also
a huge slut.

Turns out the fence was broken,
and the neighbor's mutt

would sneak in and mount her.

No!

But it wasn't my fault,
how is this funny?

So, what now?

Now they want their money back,
one is asking for damages.

-Total disaster.
-Plus, they were my clients.

-I was mortified.
-And you still love him?

-You are...
-Amazing, right?

Let's see.

-It's my dad.
-Let's hear it.

-Hi, Dad.
-How are you, sweetie?

Fine, just having dinner
with some friends.

I'll be quick, then.
I spoke with Dr. Moreno.

He says you can have
the surgery in Mexico.

He flies in twice a month
for consultations.

I'll send you his number
so you can talk to him directly.

-Wonderful. Thanks, Dad.
-Goodbye, sweetie.

Bye.

What kind of surgery
are you having?

-I mean, if it's all right to ask.
-Yes, of course.

Augmentation Mammoplasty.

Oh! You're having your tits done?

Yes, I'm having my tits done.

But... you're a psychologist.

-So?
-Well...

Psychologists don't get
their tits done, right?

It is a little strange, yes.

How so? I don't like them,
so I'm getting them done.

Because in theory you should
make yourself like them.

-Right?
-Why?

You're a psychologist,
you should accept yourself.

I do accept myself.

Clearly, you don't.

So you think women who do it
don't accept themselves?

Of course.

I accept all of myself,
except for that.

I couldn't trust a therapist
who wore a D-cup.

I would. A doctor with
nice big tits.

-Hey!
-Kidding!

They'll seem much smaller,
compared to hers.

Of course.

-Why doesn't Antonio do it?
-Yeah, why not do the surgery?

Her father doesn't approve,
right, sweetie?

He wants the best for his daughter,
and that's Dr. Moreno.

He lives in Miami
and is an expert.

-He's very good.
-Yes, he's not just anybody.

He's not a hack like
Antonio Ramos.

I do tits and asses at my clinic
with 2x1 discounts.

Two for the price of one,
who wants in?

Are you done?

-So it's not true? So?
-Of course it isn't.

Let me make this clear
for everyone.

A husband can't operate
on his wife's breasts

and it's not as a psychologist,
it's just common sense,

because it would destroy
any sexual fantasy.

-It's pure logic.
-What?

-Like losing your appetite after cooking.
-Sure!

That's just the official reason,
the truth is that

your father thinks
I'm a mediocre doctor.

He wanted a cardiologist
or a pediatrician for you,

a celebrity like him,
someone of his status.

It's normal, fathers want
the best for their kids.

-Thanks, Pepe!
-I love you too, Pepe.

Why not have the Miami doctor
do one tit and Antonio the other.

-To test who's better.
-Exactly!

That's a great idea!
An asymmetric look.

Natural asymmetry.

Yes, Eva is right, guys.

You wouldn't go to therapy
with her.

-What?
-It's unthinkable.

Well, for starters, he'd die
before going to therapy.

I'm scared of how long it takes,
but I'd like to try

because reiki is no longer
working for me.

You just like the idea
of lying in a couch.

Why tell a stranger your problems?
That's what friends are for.

Antonio here fundamentally
doesn't believe in therapy.

Say it. He doesn't believe
in the work I do.

He thinks it's pointless.
You can say it, it's fine.

-Of course that's not true.
-Yes, it is.

-Say it.
-No, you have no idea.

-I have no idea after so long.
-You don't know how I think.

-You're putting words in my mouth.
-And I don't know anything.

-You wanna know what I think?
-Stop drinking.

-I think our work is very similar.
-Stop!

You fix brains, I fix tits.
And we both do it

to make people feel better,
to help them be happier.

But while it takes you 6 or 8 years,
it takes me a few hours.

That's right!

-That's cocky.
-Yes, yes.

-Whose is it?
-It's just the lasagna.

-I'll go.
-No, I'll go.

This game is making us edgy.
I'm going to get a smoke.

-I thought you quit.
-I have to lose weight.

-I gained weight after I quit.
-I'll come with you.

Yummy.

Look, the eclipse
is progressing.

Yes, it's beautiful.

Hey, Pepe.

-I need your help.
-With what?

Here's the thing.

Every night at 10:00
a female friend sends me...

A good night text.

No... a photo.

What kind of photo?

What kind?

Well... a photo of her.

-That's problematic.
-Yes.

What do you need from me?

Look, we have the same cell phone
and you're sitting next to me.

You grab mine,
and we switch.

Just for the photo thing,
then we switch back.

Are you crazy?
Then, I'd get the photo.

-Who cares? You're single.
-Not anymore.

Fine, but Lucía isn't here.

I mean, no one knows Lucía,
tell them that's her.

Say anything, but help me.
I'm at the end of my wits here.

You could've refused to play!

Easy for you to say,
with Lucía sick at home.

I tried to say no, but Flora
would've been mad at me.

I don't feel like it,
don't get me involved.

You don't feel like it?

Don't you see?
Flora would leave me.

She'd leave me!

You'd destroy a family because
you don't feel like it?

You should've thought of that before.
Plus, Flora is still very attractive.

That's why I'm asking.
Flora is lovely, she's wonderful.

But she's crazy, dude.

I mean, over this photo...

I might lose her.

What kind of photo?

-A photo of her.
-Are they naughty photos?

-No!
-Don't make me look bad.

Of course not.

Yesterday, she sent me a picture
of her wearing pajamas.

Dora pajamas.

The explorer?

How old is she?

-She's older than she looks.
-It's like you want to go to jail.

Will you help me, or not?

Pepe, save me.

You're a piece of work.

Enjoy it.

By the way...

Did you know your husband
has been in therapy for 6 months?

-Who told you? Antonio?
-Yes.

-Who told you?
-I'm not telling you.

-Who told you?
-Fine, but you didn't hear it from me.

Mario told me.

Oh, that's mine!

-"Bill Gates"?
-Don't tell me she knows him.

Would you be surprised?
My wife is capable of anything.

-Honeybun, pick up!
-I'm coming!

-Hurry, before they hang up.
-Who is it?

-Bill Gates.
-Oh! Pick up.

-Really?
-Yes, of course.

-Hello, Ricardo.
-Hi, Mrs. Martínez.

-Your computer is ready.
-Thank you, Ricardo.

-Are you still at the shop?
-Yeah, too many viruses.

I know, viruses everywhere.

-I'll stop by tomorrow. Thanks, bye!
-Bye.

-You have him as Bill Gates.
-Of course.

He fixes everything,
and he's fast, too.

-I love it.
-All right.

This looks wonderful,
thank you.

Who sent all those texts?

-Gustavo, from soccer.
-Gustavo, from soccer.

-And... Gustavo, from soccer.
-Such timing!

You're playing tomorrow?

-I didn't get a text.
-That's strange.

He'll text you soon.

-Am I off the team?
-You know what Gustavo's like.

-What is he like?
-How else? Forgetful.

-So forgetful.
-You're coming tomorrow, though.

We'll do substitutions.

Do you bastards only call me
when you need a goalie?

Babe, is it true you call him
when you need a goalie?

I mean, with his new weight
no balls make it through.

Mario, dear God!

-It was a joke.
-You're such good friends.

Friends my ass!
That text isn't coming.

-Dig in before it gets cold.
-Yes, yes.

You like lots of cheese, right?

-You're the worst.
-Oh, come on.

-That's mine.
-Mario got a text!

Text from Alejandra:
"Call me, it's urgent."

Who is this Alejandra
who needs you to call her?

Sorry to disappoint, but she's
the girl who got him into Uber.

So call her, we all want to hear
her sweet voice.

I'm sure it's about the second car,
can't we make an exception?

-What if she ruins our Sunday?
-Yeah, we're seeing her parents.

Maybe she'll save
your Sunday.

Anyway, she's not his type,
her boobs aren't great.

What's her last name?
Maybe I did her boob job.

-If they're not great...
-They're weird.

Finish your food, Pepe,
don't offend our hosts.

-Oh, look!
-A text.

120 seconds.

-What's this?
-An American app, sorry.

Training program.

Twelve weeks,
Lose between 17 and 26 lbs.

Guaranteed results.

Twelve weeks? Did you start today?
Can I have some wine?

Do you have to do it
right now?

As soon as I get the text,
otherwise, I have to do double.

-We're having dinner, Pepe.
-That's on purpose.

I can't fall behind.
How will I find a job like this?

-Avoid the lasagna, Pepe.
-Also at night?

If I get a text, yes.
Don't say I don't grind.

Go!

Fuck!

-Are you OK?
-I'm sorry, Antonio.

Let's go to the kitchen,
I'll get you cleaned up.

-Sorry.
-I'll get you cleaned up.

-Let me buy you a new one.
-Don't worry, it's fine.

It's a bespoke shirt.

-These things happen.
-Goddammit.

-Hey, Pepe.
-What?

-Mission accomplished.
-What mission?

-I switched our phones.
-We switch again after Dora.

Of course.

Oh, honey,
so the shirt was bespoke?

-This is a bespoke mess.
-Stop.

Look at this mess.

-Why didn't you tell me?
-What?

That you're going to therapy.

-It's very recent.
-How long?

Seven months.

-That's not recent, Antonio.
-What, are you angry?

No, yes... I don't know.
Maybe a little.

-You always refused to go.
-Not anymore.

-So, why now?
-I don't know.

Maybe therapy is pointless,
maybe it isn't, I don't know.

I want to try everything.

-Is it working for you?
-I don't know yet.

I don't want us to be
like Barbie and Ken.

You, full of plastic,
and me with no balls.

-Let me get you a shirt.
-What? No, I'm fine.

-But it's all dirty.
-I'm fine like this, Eva!

-Are you really wearing it?
-I am, got it?

Hey, a text!

-For whom?
-Pepe got a photo!

-The only one at ease here.
-From Isa!

-Attention! She's not Lucía!
-How do you open it?

-I don't know.
-Hey!

-Wait!
-I haven't approved it.

-Wow! Well done, Pepe!
-I wanna see!

-Antonio, come look at this!
-I'm coming.

Fast!

Who is she?

-Take a guess.
-Is she upside down?

-I can't make sense of it.
-Let's see that.

Look at Pepe's girlfriend!

She's not my girlfriend,
she's out of my league.

-Is that pilates? Acrobatics?
-Maybe it's yoga.

-That's enough.
-After the divorce, big dry spell.

And now you have friends,
lovers, circus artists.

She's not my lover,
she's just a colleague.

-A contortionist!
-Poor Lucía, I'm disappointed.

-There's more! Come with us.
-New text!

-Whose is it?
-It's for you.

-It's for me.
-Who?

What's that ringtone?

Nico must've changed it.

Oh, children.

-It's from Gabriel.
-What does it say?

-Tell us.
-"How are you?"

-So, who is Gabriel.
-A guy from the office.

-From Accounting.
-I can't place him.

He was hired after you left
on maternity leave.

He's a nice guy.

-Why is he asking that?
-Nothing, an issue at the office.

Totally unimportant.

Aren't you replying?

No, what's the point?

I don't get why people
ignore texts.

-He wants to know how you are.
-Sure, but...

Just text him that you're fine,
you're home, that's it.

-Except he's not home.
-That's right.

Say you're dining with friends,
and you'll call him tomorrow.

-Exactly.
-No, no, no!

Why do you have to tell him
where you are?

-That's right, why should I?
-I don't know, he texted you.

Privacy is dead!

Back in the old days, phone calls
started with: "How are you?"

Now they all start with:
"Where are you?"

I mean, he did ask
how he was.

It's my business where I am,
understood?

Why would I owe anyone
any explanations?

I mean, what business is it
of anyone where I am?

-These devices.
-Hey, hey.

-Careful with the clothes!
-They kill privacy, intimacy.

-But we allow them to!
-All right, all right, Pepe.

-I won't reply.
-That's it, don't reply!

-Pepe. are you OK?
-I'm wonderful.

-Aren't you changing shirts?
-No, I'm not!

It's part of his therapy.

-He can't get changed.
-The eclipse is affecting you.

It's what I've been saying!

-You got mail, Antonio.
-Who is it from?

-Are you scared?
-Scared of what?

-Just read it out loud.
-I recently learned this.

S.O.S. Read mail.

I cant find Elemei
in your contacts.

Not even she listens to you.

-Who's that?
-Yes!

No, first we read Antonio's mail,
then we move on to Flora.

Fine, agreed.

Go. Go.

S.O.S. Read. The. E-mail.

Mail from Horizon Tours
at 22:33.

Subject: Trip to Ixtapa.

No rooms available under $160

per night in Ixtapa, Zihuatanejo.

You can try different dates
or increasing your budget.

Best regards.

-It's the high season.
-Whose idea was that?

No one, I just asked for a quote
so we could plan ahead.

-Who said $160 per night?
-No one.

I asked for the lowest price
because of the recession.

-Who's in recession?
-We all are.

-Do you think we can't afford it?
-Babe, calm down.

-No, we can all afford it.
-Maybe you think we don't.

-Mario, calm down.
-Guys, I asked for this budget.

Have pity, I'm unemployed.
Don't be so selfish.

-You said you weren't coming.
-Not alone.

I was tired of being fifth wheel,
now I'm with Lucía, so I'm in.

So the contortionist
isn't coming?

-Let's read Flora's text.
-All right, fine.

But I have to admit,
I don't know this number.

-Should I read it?
-Go ahead.

"To whom it may concern.
Allow me to inform you

there is a room available
for the month of June.

At this time, you may enjoy
a 25% discount.

Don't hesitate to contact us,
thanks for your preference.

Sincerely, Tranquility,
Home for the Elderly."

Tranquility.

-Is this for a retirement home?
-What? No, it must be spam.

-Or a spa, or...
-They thanked my mom.

-What? Where?
-"Thanks for your preference."

-All right, I can explain.
-Please do.

-I'd love one.
-Let me talk.

I went with a friend to see
her mother at this place.

I just asked for information
because the place was lovely.

-That's it.
-That's it?

You asked for information
on behalf of my mom.

It's a five-star residence
for the elderly.

-Without consulting me?
-Ernesto, it just happened.

I didn't even save
the number!

-I can't believe this.
-Ernesto, please don't.

Don't make me look like
someone I'm not, not here.

No, I'm not kicking
anyone out.

That poor woman
lives for you.

She takes care of the kids,
the house, everything.

-Maybe that's why.
-What?

I love your mom, but ever since
she moved in, there's no "us."

There's no intimacy,
do you understand?

Are you blaming my mom?

-Come on, Ernesto!
-It's not her fault.

It's not, but maybe
things would be different.

I swear, please.

I love Mario's mother,
but if she lived with us...

-I would hate that.
-Those places can be so nice.

Parents want to go there,
it's a never-ending holiday.

-They are cool.
-You're all against me.

-No, man!
-Ernesto, think about it.

-Would you live with her mom?
-Plus, your mom can be...

-She can be pretty mean.
-She used to slap me.

-You deserved each one!
-Your mom isn't super nice.

All right, fine.

I admit my mother
is not the sweetest.

They are well coordinated!
An old lady just died

so they send an email
and get another one in.

-There were no vacancies.
-I should open a home.

-Babe!
-In Valle, why not?

You grow avocados outside,
look after old people inside.

And use your puppies
as guard dogs.

-Let's look at the eclipse, guys.
-Yeah, let's.

Hey, hey! Put them down.

-Can I bring mine for a photo?
-Only Ana is allowed.

-I'll send it to everyone.
-Only Ana is allowed.

-Everyone else, go.
-Honeybun, I'm coming.

-Honeybun. Honeybun.
-What?

-Wow.
-Ernesto...

Honeybun?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
for you to get mad.

-Don't worry, honey.
-It's amazing.

It'll be full very soon.

Why are we so fascinated
by eclipses?

Is it our fear of the dark?

Perhaps they remind us that
nothing is what it seems.

-Like how the moon emits no light.
-That was deep.

Let's take a picture.
Gather around, I'll take it.

I want a picture of the moon.

-Gather closely.
-Stand over here.

Picture, picture!

Ready? And...

-Who is he?
-What does this guy want?

-I don't know.
-"Ivan Bam Bam," who is he?

-Her ex.
-Look at that, he's jealous.

Jealous? Please!

-Why is he saved as Bam Bam?
-It's his name, why else?

-It's not his last name.
-He's her ex, Mario.

I have the German saved as
Friedrich Düsseldorf.

Dosfkekh.

-He is jealous.
-Please! I'm not.

It's just the principle
of the thing.

-Smile, everyone!
-Let's do this.

"I'm horny."

-What kind of text is that?
-Babe!

-Let me explain.
-How can you explain this text?

-Maybe it was autocorrect?
-Don't be stupid!

-Let me explain.
-Go ahead.

My ex is dating this girl,
it's purely sexual.

At least it's sexual for her,
he's totally in love.

-He suffers like a dog.
-So he calls the vet.

-I'm sorry, Mario.
-I have an idea.

Let him explain.

Sorry to bother you, Ana.
It's an emergency.

-Did she call?
-Yes.

-So?
-She wants me to come over.

-So, don't go.
-But I'm horny.

-Wait until you're not.
-I can't, I'm obsessed.

-She plays games with my head.
-But if you do, you'll feel worse.

-Thanks for nothing.
-So, don't call me.

-You know what I think.
-You're such a nag, bye.

Bye, don't go to her place!

See?

-How often do you talk?
-All the time.

-All the time?
-Whenever he wants to...

He panics and calls me.

Give him Eva's number.
He needs a shrink, not an ex.

Or an escort's number,
problem solved.

-It's nothing.
-Hey, I'm very cold.

-Let's go inside, it's cold.
-She's right.

-Why didn't you tell me?
-Tell you what?

-That you still talk to him.
-There was nothing to say.

You always say we need to
tell each other everything.

Everything that matters
for the relationship.

-He still wants to sleep with you.
-Bam Bam? Please!

-I don't talk to my exes.
-Because they hate you.

They want you dead.

If it bothers you so much,
I'll tell him to stop calling me.

Good, Anita, that way
Mario's happy, secure,

and you can still
call him on the sly.

Look, if I tell Mario I won't,
I won't do it.

-Pour yourself another one.
-But that's absurd!

Isn't he your friend?

Why should you stop
talking to him?

-Mario, you should trust her.
-I trust her completely.

-But I can't stand that guy.
-He has a house in Ixtapa, right?

Right? That's why Anita
loves Ixtapa so much.

-Hey!
-Wait, he does?

-It's a gorgeous house.
-Let's ask him to let us stay.

-They're joking, babe!
-Maybe it's in Puebla, Pepe.

-Don't be dumb.
-Puebla is lovely, right?

Hey, hey, cowboy!
Put the gun down.

I'm watching you.

Answer it.

Yes, answer it.

-Hey, doll.
-Hi, Dad. Can we talk?

Dad?

-Sure, sweetie, go ahead.
-I don't know how to say this.

Santi's parents are out of town
and he invited me over

to spend the night.

I see.

-If I don't go, he might get mad.
-Listen, Nina, sweetie.

You can't spend the night
for fear of him getting mad.

That's not a good reason,
don't you think?

And don't expect me
to be thrilled if you do this.

Let me tell you this,
if you decide to go,

just know it's going to be
a very important night for you.

It's something you'll remember
for the rest of your life.

It's not just something
to tell your friends the next day.

Be honest, if you think you will
remember it with a smile,

then, go.

But if you feel that
it's not the right time,

or if it makes you in any way
uncomfortable,

just let the moment pass,
there's no pressure.

You'll have plenty of time
for all that.

-You know what?
-Tell me.

-Never mind.
-No, please tell me.

I was so embarrassed

when you gave me those condoms.

Oh!

I didn't mean it like
you had to use them.

Yeah, right. You suspected
with your sixth sense.

You had never given me
condoms before, anyway,

if I do decide to meet Santiago,
tell Mom I'm at Jimena's.

Sweetie, why don't you tell her?
Why not tell her yourself?

-What?
-The truth, sweetie.

Are you nuts?

You have to talk to her.
I keep telling you the same.

But she'll just get angry,
she never listens to me.

Approach her the right way,
you need to be patient.

Too patient.

Maybe you're right,

but I think it's worth it.

It's worth a shot.
Listen to me, try it.

Listen, you're so in love with her

-you don't see what a bitch she is.
-Nina!

Bye, Dad! Thanks!

You handled that well.

Well, thanks.

-Therapy is working for you.
-Did you tell everyone?

Not at all, just Ana.

I told Flora.

Oh, how nice.

-I only... I had to tell Ernesto.
-I see.

And you didn't tell
anyone else, right?

Screw this.

He just went to therapy
not cruising for whores!

Calm down.

Who is it?
Don't tell me, Gabriel again.

From Gabriel:
"Hey, at least text me back."

Text him back, honeybun,
or he'll keep at it all night.

All right, I will.

I'll text him back.

I'm having dinner with friends.
Period. Talk to you tomorrow.

-Period.
-Stop texting. Period.

He's so pushy.

Maybe he'll leave me
alone for now.

From Gabriel:
"You're a piece of shit."

What's wrong with him?
How dare he?

Ernesto, can you explain?
What's that about?

I haven't the faintest idea.

-Who knows?
-Is Gabriel really Gabriela?

-No way.
-Does he have a Gabriela?

-No way, come on.
-What Gabriela? Please.

Answer it.

Answer it.

-Hello?
-What's with that voice?

I don't get why you keep lying,
you're an expert at it.

You always lie, even when
you tell the truth.

Didn't you tell me you were sick?
Why did you go out, then?

Why aren't you saying anything?
Oh, now you're quiet.

You piece of shit.
Wanna know the truth?

You can't make up your mind,
you don't know what you want.

You haven't even decided
if you like men or women.

You don't think that I...

Wait, no, no.

He's just a gay co-worker
who's obsessed with me.

That's all.

You know how gays think that
everyone is also gay.

It's true, Flora.

Mario, please tell her.

Well, I...

Antonio, say something.

Yeah, he's a co-worker.

See? He's a co-worker.
Nothing more.

-Have you slept together?
-What?

-What do you mean?
-It's a simple question.

Of course we haven't
slept together, honeybun!

No, he fell in love with me.
He's crazy, a compulsive liar.

-He thinks I'm gay, like him.
-Ernesto said it.

We know that fags like to think
everyone else is a fag, too.

The great psychologist.

Fine, poor choice of words,
you know what I mean.

-He has a point.
-Antonio is right, that's just it.

-Tell me if you've slept with him.
-Are you crazy, Flora?

Hey, hey, come here.
It's me, my love.

We've been married 10 years,
we have two boys.

-You know me.
-Maybe not enough.

-Maybe you're what he says.
-What are you saying?

Me? With a man?
Does it sound logical?

Do you see me like this
being pumped full of...?

Not that there's anything
wrong with it.

But that's not my preference,
I like women.

-I swear, between me and...
-Gabriel.

Nothing has ever happened
between me and Gabriel.

I swear it.

-All right?
-All right.

-All right.
-Nothing's going on.

It's Gabriel.

He says he misses
your kisses.

Calm down.

-Just calm down. Think about this.
-So...

Are you gay?

Maybe Ernesto is just
confused for now.

Look on the bright side.

Give me that tequila.

Give it to me.

All right, let me explain.

No need to explain.

What's with that tone?
What's your problem?

-I'm fine, what's yours?
-I'm great.

-Just great.
-I'm happy for you.

-Let him speak.
-He's kept this quiet 20 years.

Clearly this asshole
doesn't want to speak.

Tell me one thing.

Does it bother you that I'm gay
or that I didn't tell you?

What bothers me is I don't know
who you are after 20 years!

What? He's the same Ernesto.
He's your friend.

The one you talk to...

She's crying.

...and share everything with.

Not everything! He omitted
one detail he should've shared.

Oh, I should've told you.

-Why?
-Why? We've showered together.

We've slept together.
I want to know if my friend is gay!

-I'll decide if I'm fine with it.
-Do you hear yourself?

-Do you realize what you hid?
-What is the big deal?

Fine, if it's normal to everyone,
then I apologize, sorry.

-I guess it's all in my head.
-You're exaggerating.

-All right, fine.
-Maybe a little too much.

Let's calm down for now,
we'll talk about it later.

For now, let's put on hold
going to the club together.

What the hell?

You sounded so sensible
with your daughter just now.

The real problem is that...

this so-called Gabriel.

A "he."

He really misses
my husband's kisses.

How long?

How long?

-How long has it been?
-Please, that's absurd!

No! It's not absurd!

You haven't touched me
for months now.

You've been distant,
you've been absent.

I thought there was
someone else.

I thought you had a girlfriend,
just like yours, Pepe.

Like that contortionist,
that's what I thought.

It would make more sense,
do you know what I mean?

How many times
did you sleep with him?

-Then, tell me how long.
-It's recent.

OK.

-How many?
-How many what?

-How many, aside from him?
-No one else.

-It's just Gabriel.
-Fuck you.

-Please, guys.
-Let's talk about this at home.

Yeah, let's tell the kids.
I'll talk to them and say:

"Cruz, Nicolás, guess what?
Your father's gay."

-Enough, please.
-"Don't tell your teacher.

-He won't be able to pick you up."
-He's gay, not a pedophile.

-No, that's Pepe.
-Please stop!

Stop what, Ernesto?
They're your friends.

We can talk freely.

-I have to come clean.
-No.

Text.

Look, it's not Gabriel.
It's Gabriel's dick!

-Damn it, Flora!
-She's on a crusade.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-Flora, come here.

Flora! Come here!

-Come here.
-I'm so sorry.

-I smell like shit.
-It's not just the smell, prick.

No, pleas. Take it easy.

-Aren't you picking up?
-Just lend me a shirt.

-Answer it, Mario.
-I'll help you.

-Hi, Mauricio.
-Finally! I've been calling you.

-You're right, I'm sorry.
-Clearly. Did she like the ring?

-Yes, thank you.
-Glad to hear that.

It was worth it all those
visits to my shop.

Mauricio, now is not
a great time.

You drove me nuts with the ring.
I know best, you see?

Yeah, thank you.
I really have to go now.

All right, then. One more thing,
did she like the earrings?

-Hello? Are you there?
-Yes, of course.

-Thanks.
-Can you pay me next week?

Mauricio, I have to go,
talk to you tomorrow.

All right, see you.

Damn it.

-Who liked the earrings, Mario?
-They were for you.

He ruined the surprise.

-For me?
-Yeah.

I never wear earrings,
my ears aren't even pierced.

-Are you lying to me?
-When have I lied to you?

We've had enough
of this stupid game.

All these misunderstandings
will ruin us, that's enough!

-Are they for Tania?
-Are you crazy?

-Are you fucking her?
-No!

Then, who were those
earrings for?

ANSWER
HANG UP

-Why aren't you answering?
-It's just Alejandra.

-So answer her.
-It's about the second Uber.

Leave it, just leave it.
Give it to me now, damn it!

Ana, give it to me.
Put it there.

Ana, that's enough!
I'm not playing, leave it!

Mario? I'm freaking out.

I just finished peeing
on the stick.

I think two lines means positive,
I don't get it, what does this mean?

-Ana, babe...
-Mario?

-Ana, listen to me.
-No! I said no!

Ana, it was a one time thing,
I was wasted!

-I swear I forgot! Open up! Ana!
-Mario!

Mario! If you look like shit,
act like shit,

and smell like shit,
what are you?

Shit!

You disgust me.

What's this?
Are you all right?

What's wrong?

I'm hungry.

Some sugar will help.

Ana.

Ana?

Why?

We just got married,
we fuck every single day.

We were happy, damn it!

Why? Why?

I didn't even want to
get married.

And I don't want kids.
I know nothing about kids.

Can you explain when
he fuck an Alejandra?

Who is Hugo?

Who the fuck is Hugo?

He's no one.

No one? He's no one?
Then, what is this?

-What is this?
-A Facebook contact.

It's nothing important,
he's no one.

Nothing important?

How long have you been
fucking him?

Listen to me, I swear it's just
a silly game for me.

I don't even know him.

-You don't know him.
-No.

And someone you don't know
asks if you're wearing panties?

It's a game, Ernesto,
because of the eclipse.

It's unimportant.

So, if you take off your panties
during the eclipse,

the stars make sure you fuck
your lover all that year?

I've never met him!

We've never even talked!
We just text each other.

That's all.

Why should I believe you?

Now it's you who swears,
and I should understand.

It's purely virtual.

I'm not an idiot.

No.

You're a faggot.

-Flora, calm down.
-It's nothing against gay people.

I just can't stand a faggot.
And you, you're a faggot.

You're a faggot.

Call him.

What?

Call Hugo.

Ernesto, please.
I've never met him.

We've never even talked,
please!

-He's married.
-Like you're a widower.

Ernesto, give it to me.
Please.

-Talk.
-Flora?

Hello.

-Flora? This is a surprise.
-I was curious to hear your voice.

-I'm glad you finally called.
-Can we meet?

We agreed we wouldn't,
you said so yourself.

-Yeah, I said that.
-We can, if you want, though.

-You know I'd like to see you.
-I have to go, Hugo, sorry.

-Wait, Flora!
-Yes?

-You have a lovely voice.
-I have to go, bye.

It's lovely, I want to see you!

Do you like mine, too?
Asshole!

He's never calling back.

What's with that
stupid look?

-So you fucked him on the phone.
-I fucked no one.

At least a cheater risks
getting caught,

losing everything,
catching an STD.

Phone sex is for cowards
because the only risk

is when the line goes dead
before they cum.

-Next time, I'll fuck him in a motel.
-Make those panties work.

I could use it, faggot.

I'm out of here.

Great, go home.

-Tell our kids while you're there.
-Go fuck yourself.

Fuck you!

Just tell me one thing,
are you wearing panties?

Let me go!

Fucking panties!

Answer me!

All this fucking fuss
over some panties?

Look, I'm not wearing any.

I'm not wearing any?
Satisfied? Are you happy?

In fact, I want to tell you
a secret.

One you won't find
in my SIM card.

The night of the accident
I was driving, not him.

I was so drunk, I'd go to jail.
So, we did it for the kids.

We chose, as they say,
the lesser of two evils.

But a man lost his life.

I wouldn't call that
a lesser evil.

-Flora, shut up.
-I won't shut up.

Ever since that damn night,
I don't feel free, you see?

Everything changed.
You and I changed.

But we never talked about it,
and even to this day,

we're still acting

as if nothing had happened.

I think that what keeps us together
is the weight of our guilt.

Why don't people split up
when they should split up?

If you'd told me you were gay,
maybe this would be easier.

Good night.

That's enough.

I'm the one who's gay.

We switched phones.

Is "gay" the right word?
Or do you prefer "fag"?

Because when you say it,
you make it sound great.

Fag.

You're an ass.

Did you already know?

Why didn't you tell us?

At first, I didn't know.

-And after I realized...
-After he realized.

I mean, it took me two hours
of being gay to understand.

We're all very tolerant,
very progressive...

until we're directly affected.
Then everything changes.

It's cool to know gay people
because we're progressive.

But if they're in our home
or our group of friends,

then we start worrying.

The truth is that everyone
is just like you.

You have to endure
mocking smiles,

double entendres,
innocent jokes.

Mario, if you send a resume,
they probably won't look at it.

Why do you think
I got fired?

-Because I put on weight?
-Because you're gay?

The word "gay" doesn't
really fit you, Mario.

Keep saying "fag."
Please do.

Anyway, if that's the case,
you have a better lawsuit.

A lawsuit?

A lawsuit.

I liked the idea of this game
because I hoped to be ousted.

When it's up to me,
I can't say I'm gay.

Not even to you, guys.

Imagine doing it in court,
in front of a judge.

In front of lawyers.

Antonio, do you think the judge
will rule in my favor?

No, right?

No one wants a gay man
near their kids.

But they put them in Sunday School
when they're 10 years old!

All right, all right, fine.

So, are you going to finally
introduce us to Gabriel?

No.

You're the ones who came out
of the closet, not me.

I don't bring him to dinner
or to our holidays.

But not because of your jokes,
I do it for him.

We protect those we love
from everything and everyone.

And also, from this.

Ana, babe?

Ana, open the door.

Ana? Ana!

That's enough!

She locked herself in,
but I didn't do anything!

-Ana.
-Step back.

-Help me.
-Ana!

-Ana, enough!
-I'll go find the key.

Your mother called.

I told her you're having a baby.
She was happy.

She congratulated me.

Ana, love.

Don't bring Gabriel here.
Keep him to yourself.

Ana.

-Ana.
-Yes, go after Ana.

Keep the shirt, because
if I see you again,

I'll punch your teeth in,
you piece of shit!

Good night.

-Hurry, honeybun!
-I'm coming.

-See you, Pepe.
-Bye.

-So, soccer tomorrow?
-Is that still on?

-No, it's off.
-I'm cold, hurry up!

-Let me know either way.
-Sure! I need to meet Lucía.

Of course, as soon as
she gets better.

Bye.

-Take longer, why don't you?
-What?

-I said I was ready to go.
-I was saying goodbye.

-Why aren't you driving?
-I had too much to drink.

-You didn't return Antonio's shirt.
-He said I could have it.

-That stain won't come off.
-Oh, look.

We can see the moon again.
How pretty.

-Why did you refuse to play?
-I didn't feel like it.

-Are you hiding something?
-No.

Well, then?

We're all fragile, Eva.

-Hello?
-Hi, I tried calling you earlier.

-Sorry, I fell asleep.
-Are you feeling better?

Much better, thanks.

Some more than others,
but we all are.

You and I, at this time,
are particularly fragile.

Sorry for ruining your night.
I wanted you to meet them.

Don't worry.
In fact, can I be honest?

-Yeah.
-It was a bad idea.

-What's on your mind?
-Honestly?

Yes, honestly.

I was thinking about the cloud,
where all our information goes.

Where we keep our secrets
from prying eyes.

Good job, Bill.

I'll meet them some other time.
Get some sleep, it's late.

Thanks so much.
Good night, honey.

Sleep tight.

You're right, this thing
is like our black box.

It's all there.

It's too much.

-Ugh, it's Alejandra.
-Don't pick up, it's late.

-I'm sure it's about the second car.
-No, thank you.

Not tonight.

Fuck!

Fuck!

I have nothing to hide.
It's on, see?

It has power, good reception.
Go through it, or keep it.

There's no password.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Nina, is that you?

Yes, Dad, it's me.
I'm off to bed, good night.

Good night, sweetie.

Subtitle translation by Carolina Salazar