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(playing: "One Way Or Another")

The only impossible thing is
that which you do not try.

People blame luck,

fate, karma... no offense.

- (scoff)
- (laughter)

But no, no.

It's their mind
playing tricks on them,

leading them
to a mediocre attitude.

("One Way Or Another" continues)

If there's a will,
there's a way.

The mind controls
absolutely everything.

So, according to you,
I don't have a will.

I go to every damn casting
in Mexico

and I don't get any parts.

- Not enough will power.
- I'm telling you

they're the ones that
don't want me.

You don't want it enough.
(roars)

- No, no roar.
- (laughter)

You're full of shit
and you know it, dude.

Just because you want something

it doesn't mean
you're going to get it.

Not everything you want
in this life is going to happen.

- No?
- No.

No, some things
are out of your control.

If she says so...

- (disapproving sigh)
- That's why her life's

what it is.

("One Way Or Another" continues)

I always get what I want

because I send
out the right signal.

- (mouth click)
- (imitates mouth click)

- Signal...
- This guy here has Wi-Fi.

(laughter)

Go on, dude. Prove it.

Dare I?

Next round on me
if he doesn't strike out.

(fairytale music)

(music stops)

Oh, shit! I'm so sorry.
I spilled all your beer.

No, no, no, no, fine.
I mean, it's fine.

- I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Fuck, for a minute there

I thought I'd had to get you
another drink or something.

No, no, no,
don't worry about it.

Oh, shit, you were going
to hit on her.

- No!
- Sure...

Yes, but just because I wanted

to prove the importance
of will power.

- Shut up!
- What?

I just told my friends
the same thing.

- No way.
- For real!

And they told me:
"Alright, prove it,"

- and I chose you.
- Me?

Come on,
throw me a bone, please.

I don't want to pay
for their drinks.

Plus, my flirting
technique is infallible.

Your flirting technique...

Alright, let's see it.

Alright, let's see it.
Check it out, OK. Look.

Check it out, OK. Look.

First, I lower my chin,

and then,

(ethereal voice)
I open up my lips a little bit,

then I look up,

like I'm dazzled and...

like I'm dazzled and...
(muffled sounds)

(muffled sounds)

Woof!

There, let me buy you
a drink, a good one.

Beer is boring, no.

Come.

Sir!

- Sir!
- No, no, you know what?

I hate it here, I'm in a hurry

and I need
something much better.

- Let's go!
- We can stay here, right?

No. You know what?

I want to have an
incredible night. You know?

Fuck someone's brains out

and never see them again.

Do you want to?

Are you scared?

Scared?

I don't know what you mean.

Let's go!

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

What about your friends?

I've never met those girls
in my life.

(music)

friend: Who's going to pay?

Wait a minute.

Run, I just stole it.

Wait. You ride a bike?

Hey! Hey!

(music continues)

You do know how to drive, right?

What do you think?

I hope so.

(playing: "Bounties")

man: I wasn't expecting this.

- Really?
- No, this I did, just not here.

- Why?
- It's going to be

a bit expensive.

Hi!

room clerk:
What can I do for you?

SERGIO AND CELIA
WELCOME

- man: Eh...
- Nothing, thanks

(upbeat music)

Follow my lead, OK?

Do I have a choice?

(scoffing) No.

No. Oh no, sir, no, no way.

My cousin, Celia,
is going to kill me.

Can you let us in, please?

man 2: Sure, what's your name?

Sir, you don't know my cousin.

You know my cousin!
Tell him how she is!

- Yeah.
- I mean, since we were babies

she said that if I missed her
wedding she'd die.

And now look
at how I'm dressed and...

Aztiazarran.

(music continues)

man 2: Huh... Yes, yes...

Here you are.

Welcome! Come on in.

Come on in...

(music continues)

- Holy shit.
- I love it.

Wait, wait.

What are we going to do?

What you do at weddings, drink.

Oh my, you look gorgeous.

Darling! You too!

Beautiful! Beautiful!

I haven't seen you in ages,
how you've been?

Hello!
Hi, I'm the bride's cousin.

Me too.

So? A toast
to the happy couple, right?

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Do you know you're insane?

I've been told.

(clinking of glasses)

man 3: Hello, to those
who don't know me,

I'm the groom's best friend

and I'm in charge
of saying a few words.

(silence)

I wish you a happy marriage,
cheers!

- (applause)
- all: Cheers!

You're kidding!

Is that all he's going to say?

Hell no, my cousin deserves
something so much better.

(clinking of glasses)

woman:
I wanted to say something.

I think that...

finding love nowadays
is really hard.

woman: Being with someone...

through the good...

(whispering) Who is she?

...and the ugly,

and that,

even though he's seen
the worst of you...

that...

that horrible monster...

that we're all
too scared to show,

and that despite of that
they still love us,

(sobbing) is so wild.

And we all know how hard
the bride can be...

(awkward laughter)

Here's to you always
being together, dammit.

- To the bride and groom!
- (cheers and shouts)

(playing: "I Love It")

("I Love It" continues)

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

What's your name?

(panting)

(sentimental music)

(panting)

Now is when you tell me

how pretty I am
and how much you like me.

I have really weird feelings
when I see you.

I like you,

but you scare
the shit out of me.

Go on.

The cheesier you are,
the hotter I get.

I don't want this night to end.

(woman moans)

(music stops)

man: It suits you.

Let's see.

- Well?
- It suits you too.

Oh, shit, it's so late,

I should've left hours ago.

cleaning lady:
Security! We've got a 5-0-2,

- in the laundry room.
- Ma'am. We're in the wrong room.

And we're not a 5-0-2, OK?

(playing: "Castígame")

- Hold on, your house or mine?
- (police car siren)

You better run.

What? After you?

No, doofus,
they're coming for you.

("Castígame" continues)

("Castígame" ends)

CRAZY ABOUT HER

man: I had the best
fucking night of my life.

friend: Sure, dude.

You always say the same.

I swear!
I've never met anybody like her.

She drove me crazy.

director: Number 120.

It's my turn,

wish me luck.

man: You don't need luck, focus.

(clears throat)

It's for getting into character.

(exasperated sigh)

Come on, go in.

friend: And what's her name?

(panting)

(ethereal voice)
My name's Carla.

friend 2: Carla?

Oh, I get it now.

You fell into
the "one night stand" trap.

- Of course not!
- Of course you did!

- I so didn't!
- Of course you did!

You don't even know who she is.

But it's all in the mind,
right, Alvarito?

What are you writing, Ana?
Let's see...

"How to stop being mediocre
and still be likable."

- Interesting.
- You asshole.

boss: More clicks, people.

We need more clicks.

Here he goes with his "clicks"

boss: Less clicks, less money.

In here the clock doesn't go:
"tic, toc, tic, toc."

In here it sounds like:
"click, click, click."

And if there aren't any clicks,
you better find a new job.

I have an article
on immigration.

No, enough with the Haitians,
I'm fed up with that, enough.

I have one on feminism.

(scoffing)

Help me out here, Alvarito,

please give me something.

Two days, I promise, two days.

Ana, let's hear what you've got.

"How to tell if you're in love."

No, what are we?

A cheesy
teen magazine or what?

Well, but if you give it
an awesome title,

- it's a hit.
- Like what?

Let's see,
what are you thinking?

"Scientists
from Michigan University.

Discover a method to tell
if you're in love."

Ana:
"Since you've met that person

you're distracted.

You had the best night
of your life with her."

(playing: "One Way or Another")

Ana: "Since you've met,
you can't stop smiling.

You feel that if you
don't see her again,

you might die..."

(panting)

("One Way or Another" continues)

(panting)

("One Way or Another" continues)

("One Way or Another" ends)

(phone vibrating)

(phone vibrating)

(exhaling)

Hello?

Yeah?

Yes! (clears throat)

Yes.

friend: Get up, man!

- No, stop it.
- Dude, I got it!

I got it!

I can't believe it,
we've got to celebrate.

It's not the lead,
but that's OK.

Because I finally got something.

Wow! Congratulations. See?

Everything is will power.
Everything.

Yeah, you were right,
now get up, asshole!

Dude, we've got to celebrate.

- Come on! Get up!
- I don't want to!

You still don't know
anything about her, right?

I've searched everywhere.

- On Insta?
- Mhm.

- Facebook?
- Yes.

- Tinder? Bumble?
- Yes. Yes.

- Google?
- Everywhere.

Google?

You're in love.

- No.
- Oh my god, dude.

You're in love.

No way, you're wrong.

It was a one night thing
and that's it.

- So?
- So what?

Her jacket?
Did you search her jacket?

The pockets of her jacket,
did you search them?

Her jacket?

Oh, come on.

Álvaro: I've already looked.

- I've looked.
- Somewhere.

I told you.

Secret pocket.

Secret pocket?

Tada!

- Carla.
- "Carla Colmenares Montes,

San Mateo, 1122."

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes, yes, yes!

Come on, let's go!
Wake up already!

See? Not every answer
is in the mind.

Sometimes things are
in the secret pocket.

(doorbell rings)

woman: Good evening,
how can I help you?

Good evening,

I'm here
to see Carla Colmenares.

What is your name?

Álvaro Aguirre Serrano.

One moment.

I'm sorry, but I don't see
you on the visiting list.

Visiting list?

No, no, I'm not on it.

Then you can't come inside.

Not even to say hello?

No, sir, I'm so sorry.

I have something for her.

I'm sorry, it's not allowed.

What kind of place is this?

It's a psychiatric
facility, sir.

- (slams the door)
- What happened?

Dude, what's wrong?

It's a psychiatric facility.

What?

Your girl's insane?

What?

Not at all. No.

There has to be a mistake.

She shouldn't be here.

(sentimental music)

I'm getting her out of here.

Excuse me?

I'm getting her out of here
and you're going to help me.

- Me? No way.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Please, please!
- Not happening.

I'll pay this month's full rent.

OK.

I have an idea.

You see...

I'm a journalist.

I'm writing an article.

OK.

I want to get into
a psychiatric facility

so I need you
to sign my prescription,

my entry, my way in.

The facility's name is
Los Laureles.

(grunting)

(pen clicking)

(awkward laughter)

(phone vibrating)

- Boss?
- What's up, pup?

Where are you?
Where's my article?

Álvaro:
I was just about to call you,

I'm going to need two
or three more days.

Because I want to write
about a psychiatric facility.

About what?

And I'm committing
myself tomorrow.

Because I want to find out
everything that goes on inside.

That's what I'm talking about
committed journalists!

That experience things
for themselves, dammit!

Do it!

- What did he say?
- That it's fine.

"Depression,

lack of empathy,

isolation,

antisocial disorder,

stress,

anxiety."

Well, I'm surprised you hadn't
done this earlier.

I'm glad you decided to do this.

For you.

Here.

That's your entry form.

Can you sign it, please?

And you're the guardian?

(awkward laughter
and agreeing sigh)

Well, it's important
that you know

that you have to be
available in the next 48 hours.

During that time,

patients tend to have
some sort of crisis

and want to leave,

so it's important
that you can come.

No!

I mean, I'm going to be fine.

I'm going to be fine. Sign.

Sign.

Umm, I...

I have a question, doctor.

Let's say I can't come
but someone else can.

It's just that I'm an actress

and I just got
my first character, finally,

so I'm filming outside the city.

No. No, unfortunately
it has to be you.

Álvaro: I'm going to be fine.

Go! How much have
you fought for this?

Go! How much have
you fought for this?
- A lot.
- You deserve this, right?

- A lot.
- You deserve this, right?

- I do.
- There it is.

That's that.

Besides you know
I need to be here.

So, sign.

Sign.

Sign it. (clears throat)

- Lau?
- (clears throat)

You're making me do something
I really don't want to.

I'm not comfortable with this,

I don't feel like me
and I'm not liking it.

Sign.

OK, very well.

That's it.

Welcome.

(suspenseful music)

This way, please. Hello!

- girl: Hi!
- And this is the patient's room.

Here you can come to read
or if you feel like...

- Hello!
- Hi!

This is Rosa, our head nurse.

What's your name?

Álvaro.

Welcome.

(whistling)

- Is everything alright?
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Come, this way, please.

doctor:
This is our beautiful garden.

If you're feeling like...

I don't know,
getting some fresh air,

bathing in the sun, relaxing...

man: Doctor!
(clears throat)

- Doctor.
- Yes?

(stammering)
Hmm, I was wondering

if I could get more soap.

But we gave you some last week.

Yeah, but they suck,
they don't last.

- Fine, I'll give you another.
- (whistling)

(woman shouts)

- Is everything alright, Martha?
- Fuck, fuck!

Fuck me, asshole!

doctor: Oh my! Likewise!

Oh, oh! Whore! Fuck yourself!

Come here,
I'll show you your room.

- This way.
- Martha: Octavio Paz.

doctor:
Well, this is your new room.

This is your roommate.

Saúl?

Saúl: Hi.

Well, I can see a lot
of companionship here.

Saúl?

Please, could you finish showing
Álvaro the house?

No!

- Álvaro: No, no, it's OK.
- doctor: It's a tradition

for the veteran to show
the new guy, right?

Álvaro:
Well, if it's a tradition,

no problem, sure.

(doctor confirms)

Are you wearing a hidden mic?

No, no, why would I have a mic?

- Let me see...
- No, no!

I'm not wearing any mics,
I don't have mics.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Doctor?

Doctor!

(Saúl imitates ninja blast)

Let's go.

(whispering) Let's go!

(exhaling)

The hallway, well,
small hallway.

These are the interns' rooms.

The fire extinguisher,
in case of emergency.

Informative signs,
half of them are lies.

Good-for-drinking water

and here's where we have
group therapy.

More water, cause it's important
to stay hydrated.

The patient's room, I'm sure
you're familiar with it.

This is the nurse's station.

Emergency exit
and the most important,

this is the reading room.

It's usually like this.

People, board games, puzzles.

(whispering) Ironic.

Computers.

The network is being monitored,
just so you know.

Wait, the computer works?

(screaming)
Why? Who are you spying for?

- No, no.
- For who?

I'm not a spy.
I'm not a spy, honestly.

I'm looking for someone,
maybe you know her.

Carla.

I'm not denying
or confirming I know her.

(whispering) Sometimes you think
you know someone,

and it turns out they're not
who you thought they were.

She's... she's her.

- Her?
- Her.

Carla.

Oh, I know a Carla.

She's usually
in the painting room,

on the other side of the garden.

- The other side of the garden?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- Hey!

(calm music)

Saúl: Weird...

Well, tour's over.

(calm music continues)

(exhales happily)

(calm music continues)

(sighing)

Álvaro: Guess who?

(surprised sigh) Hmm...

- Carla: Pedro?
- No. No.

OK, I'll give you a clue.

We spent the best fucking
night of our lives together.

The best.

(Carla exhales) Diego?

No.

Efrén.

No.

Sebas?

No! Álvaro.

Hi.

Álvaro.

What are you doing here?

I needed to see you.

What?

So that's why you left.

Because you escaped from here.

Plus we got caught
by the cleaning ladies,

that was fucked up.

Hold on a second.

I was clear that we were
a one night thing

and that was that, didn't I?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, but...
- But what?

Listen, listen, Carla, please.

You have no idea
all I had to do to be here.

No, you can't imagine.

But I found this place and...

You're fucked up.

You're fucked in the head!

Me?

Wow...

Carla, what are you doing here?

You don't belong here.

Oh, you...

you think that because
we fucked once you know me?

Yes! I mean, obviously not.

But you're not like
everybody in here.

- Wow, wow, Carlos.
- Álvaro.

You fucked a girl
that wasn't me.

You don't know me!

Look...

- Get out.
- Carla.

Listen...

I'm not fucking joking! Get out!

(Álvaro sighing)

I can't believe this.

(frustrated sigh)

(tense music)

Have a good day!

- (whistling)
- Is he leaving already?

He believes he is.

Hello.

Can I have my things, please?
I have to leave now.

receptionist: Do you have
your release form?

Please. I don't need
a release form, I'm fine.

receptionist: You need
a release form to get out.

Look, lady...

I'm not in the mood.

Either you give me my things
or I'll take them. How's that?

receptionist:
Rosa, I need backup.

Saúl: They won't let you out
without a release form.

Thingamajig, fuck!

Oh, don't leave us. Stay.

Rosa: Álvaro, what's going on?

Nurse, I shouldn't be here.

Can you tell this lady to give
me back my things, please?

Only the Director
can give you...

I'm fine!

(metallic hit)

doctor: Álvaro, you wanted
to get in yourself.

Mhm.

You signed a document.

I lied, I made everything up.

It's amazing how you can't tell

between someone who is fine

and someone who is messed up.

Look, doctor, I want out, now!

Of course you can leave.

Perfect.

I just need your
guardian to come.

I just need your
guardian to come.
Call her.

Call her.

(whispering)
Hands up!

(phone ringing)

Hands up!

voicemail: The number you
are trying to reach...

- She's not picking up.
- Álvaro: No, no, no, please!

Try again. No one answers
on the first try.

No one.

Please.

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

Who's this?

Álvaro: Lau? Laura,
get me out of here!

Laura, get me out!

Álvaro, please.

Calm yourself.

Hello, yes, Laura,
I'm Doctor Martinez.

We need you
down at the facility.

No. No. No!
No, doctor, hell no.

I'm about to arrive
to my filming location

and I'm very far away.

No.

(soft crying)

Saúl: What's wrong?

I know you think we're all
messed up, insane people,

but crazy people are not deaf.

We listen.

We're good listeners.

What's wrong?

(sighing)

I have to get out of here.

Well, you'll eventually get your
release form and you'll get out.

No, you don't get it.
This is a mistake,

I'm not supposed to be here.

(soft laugh)
Yeah, that's what we all say.

I have to get out now.

- Now?
- Now.

OK.

You know what? Let's go.

Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

(Saúl laughs)

Saúl: As you can see,
it's perfectly secured.

But "The Grasshopper"
left us this key.

(Saúl laughs) Here.

Here, here.

(music continues)

(Álvaro laughs)

(grunting and excited noises)

(shared laughter)

A three-story free fall.

Till now, the only
one that's made it

is Gonzalo
"the Grasshopper" Nava.

A legend. A legend.

And the so-called Gonzalo, what?

Did he die?

No, no!

But he did break both legs.

He had to crawl to his house.

A legend I tell you.

A legend.

Álvaro:
I'm aiming for those trash bags.

Good idea,

"the Grasshopper"
said the same thing

and he broke both his legs.

No, you better not.

Statistically speaking
you have no chance...

I'm going to do it.
Everything is will power.

Everything. Everything!

Saúl: Everything is will power.

Saúl: Everything is will power.

If there's a will, there's a
way. Everything is will power.

Saúl: That's it! If there's
a will, there's a way.

If there's a will,
there's a way.

Come on, that's it.

Go on, jump, jump.

But if you don't want to,
I'll push you.

Álvaro: Hold on, asshole!
What are you doing, dude?

I can do this alone. Get back!

- Get back.
- Alright, alright.

Got back. There, farther.

- I'm going.
- OK.

- Álvaro: One...
- Jump, jump, jump, come on.

Come on, you can do it!

- You can do it, you can do it!
- Everything is will power.

- Two...
- You can jump. Jump, jump, jump.

Jump, jump, jump!

(Álvaro screams) What the fuck?
Are you insane or what?

Well yes, yes, I'm insane.

Although I don't like that term,

but, technically, yes.

Diagnosed and whatnot.

- (sound of a buzzer)
- Please, please, please!

If I don't go back they're
not going to let him out.

Of all the excuses
I've ever heard,

this is the lamest.

But it's not an excuse, I swear.

I don't want to see your face!

And if you leave,
you do so on your own.

Imagine that!

The driver wasting
six hours going

there and six hours coming back,

just because a fucking extra
didn't feel like working.

But I do want to work.

I do want to be a police woman.

(frustrated scream)

(frustrated) Álvaro!

- (whistling)
- Marthita...

Hello.

Oh, shit!

Oh!

- Cheers!
- Cheers.

- Álvaro?
- (whistling)

We're here to help you.

Meds are your best allies,
you have to take them.

I don't need any meds
because I'm not crazy.

(Tourette's whistling continues)

Crazy is not a term
we like using here.

We have patients here and each
one needs a certain therapy.

I don't need
any fucking therapy.

(Tourette's whistling continues)

Come here. Come here!

Let's go, let's go, Álvaro.

Look, you have to pretend
you're calm, OK?

Nothing disturbs you

- and nothing benefits you.
- I can't.

- How come?
- I just can't, I can't. I can't.

Even I can do it, Álvaro,
how can you not?

(deep sigh)

I have to write.

- OK.
- Yes.

You have to write urgently?

- Yes.
- OK.

OK.

You know what? Come.

Come with me, come!

(suspenseful music)

(typing)

Álvaro: "I'm inside a place
filled with weird people.

I don't know how to explain it,

it's a place filled
with social rejects."

(whispering)
Remember, it's being monitored.

(suspenseful music continues)

Yes.

Álvaro:
"I'm at a psychiatric facility

to learn what happens within."

Are you going to be much longer?

I just started.

Right! Right, right.

(music continues)

Álvaro:
"All sorts of odd people.

Freaks. One crazier
than the other.

They're practically
the scum of society.

In here, the girl from the
Exorcist would seem normal."

And that's what happened,
Mr. Ramón. What do you think?

Did your friend really end up
in a madhouse for a girl?

It's because deep down
he is really romantic.

No, he's a dumbass!

(laughing)

That too.

It won't bite, right, Mr. Ramón?

(music)

(Saúl whispers)
So, do you want out or not?

Yes.

(whispering) Well, you
have to start by helping out.

In here, us interns
help each other out.

What do I do?

(whispering) You have to start
by coming to group activities.

Tonight you're coming
with me to an event.

You're going to need these.

(shushing) No! Don't open them!

Hide it, hide it, hide it,
hide it, hide it!

OK, OK, OK, OK,
I'm hiding it.

Saúl: I'll pick you up later.

(door closing)

(playing: "I Tried Not to Cry")

woman 2: Give me your cigarettes
and pills already!

Why are we pretending
it's going to be any different.

You're not even
supposed to be gambling,

as a former gambling addict.

man: Former? (laughing)

No, she's a gambling addict.

- Addict.
- (soft laughter)

Víctor... (awkward laughter)

- (awkward laughter)
- Víctor.

- What?
- Carla: What have you got?

Oh, here!

- (laughter)
- I'm sorry, Tina.

I'm getting your pills. Look.

- (whistling)
- Full house!

Carla: Fuck yeah!

(Tina mumbles) Leave
me one cigarette.

Well, you already know
their names and conditions.

You just act normal.

If someone from the facility
catches us, you stay quiet.

Zip. Nada.

You're a grave, a dead tree.

- Alright, alright, I get it!
- OK.

Not like these people!

Saúl: What a fuss!

You can clearly hear everything
from outside.

(shushing) Not so loud.

Wow.

Why did you bring him?

Álvaro:
If you'd like, I'll leave.

- Yes, please. Leave.
- Martha: Oh!

- (whistling)
- Álvaro: Unless... this...

interests you.

Oh! So yummy! Oh, so yummy!

Wow!

You think we can be
bought with some pills?

We're insane, not stupid.

Saúl: Well, some
of us are both, huh?

- Is that Valium?
- Yes.

Víctor: Oh, that looks
like Klonopin.

Saúl: Grab a seat,
sit down. Sit.

(whistling)

- Good evening.
- Martha: Hello.

Tina: Hello, dear, welcome.

What's up?

Nice to meet you, I'm Álvaro.

- Víctor: Hello.
- Saúl: Oh, no! Poor Víctor,

- why did you touch him, dude?
- Oh, dammit.

He's going to have
to wash his hands again,

he has a bit of OCD.

- (whistling)
- Really?

Víctor: Well, at least now
I have a clean game.

(laughter)

Víctor, give me your ass!

- Yes.
- So yummy!

- What?
- Oh, what?

- What? Yeah.
- What?

- No, what?
- What? No.

Álvaro, tell us!
(awkward laughter)

When did you debut?

Oh! Sorry.

- When did I what?
- Saúl: Your debut.

That's what we
call the first time

that, well, we lost our marbles.

- (whistling)
- Oh! That.

No, no, I've never,
no, I've never lost them.

(unconvinced laughter)

So it turns out that
you're pretty normal, huh?

Tell us about your debut,
you scrawny bastard!

Oh, sorry. Oh!

Carla: Alright, can we
please just play? Please.

- Martha: Sorry.
- Yeah?

(screaming)
Oh! Yes, let's play.

- (shushing) Sorry.
- Carla: Come on, let's see.

Oh!

(Tourette sounds)
Oh! Wow.

(whistling)

(whistling)

Hey, wouldn't you like
to leave this place?

- (whistling)
- Obviously.

You have no idea how I long

for the day
I'm no longer in this hell.

So why are you here?

You're Tina, right?

Yes.

I had a crisis at work.

Álvaro:
OK. What do you do?

- (whistling)

I'm royalty.

I'm a princess.

It's so hard being one.

(laughter)

The King and Queen,

- like my parents.
- You've got to be kidding me!

Did you have to show
your hand, Tina?

Don't show them, Tina!

What I'm trying to say is...

if we help each other out,
we can leave this place.

We can work as a team

and we'll all leave,
what do you think?

You mean, leave the palace?

- Mhm.
- No, no!

No, no, take it easy,
princess. It's not true.

You, shut it.

We're in here
because we need it.

Of course not.
I see that you're well.

You have no fucking idea
why we are here.

(whistling)

(Víctor clears throat)
Well, I...

have to go to the bathroom.

For fuck's sake!

Motherfucker! Can we just play?

Don't wash your hands
84 700 times!

Martha: Well, let him
wash his hands as...

Fucker! As much as he likes.

(playfully) As he likes...

(laughter)

- You, shut up!
- Oh, well, thanks.

- Tina: She just wants to...
- Martha: What?

(whispering)
...get her hands on Víctor.

(shushing)
But she doesn't know how.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Víctor?
- (whistling)

Martha, how's that going?

Any progress?

(awkward laughter)

What progress is
she going to have?

(Martha laughs and whistles)
Every time she sees him,

she's like: "Ass, ass."

Ass! You dad goes down on me!

Oh! Long live the Republic!
(shushing)

- No shouting, Martha.
- (shushing)

They're really going
to catch us here, please.

Why don't you just
tell him you like him?

- How?
- Like that.

You say:
"Hey, Víctor, I like you."

And you buy him
some coffee or some pills.

- Or something.
- No, no.

- What? No, no, no, no, no.
- Sure, yeah.

Where there's a will,
there's a way.

Álvaro: Look at me,
look at me, look at me.

I had a will to be here
and now I am here.

Martha: So yummy! No.

Can we change subjects
and just play?

Figures that Mr. Self
Esteem is top shit.

What? We have to help each
other out, right?

- Today for Martha and Víctor...
- Martha: What? No.

Tomorrow for me.

(mouth clicks)

Shut the fuck up, OK?

I'll give you all of my pills,
how about that?

Deal.

Deal.
- Oh!
- OK. (uncomfortable noises)

- Oh!
- OK. (uncomfortable noises)

I'm back.

- Did I miss something?
- (Tourette sounds)

Your dad's ass!
Oh! So yummy!

I'm leaving, I'm leaving,
I'm leaving.

- Martha, dear. Don't leave.
- Carla: Martha!

For fuck's sake!
See what you did?

Martha, I'm going
to think of a plan.

Saúl: Don't shout!

Martha: Fuck off!

(comic music)

Oh! Kiss my ass!

- Yes. Yes. What?
- What?

- Oh! Bon appétit.
- Bon appétit.

- Yes. Bye.
- Martha: Goodbye.

- Martha...
- (whistling)

I think it's going to be
impossible helping Martha out.

No, dude, nothing is impossible
when you set your mind to it.

Oh, well.

- (whistling)
- Hey...

What's with the hairdo?

What about it?

(whispering) Do you want
to hook up with someone too?

- What, what? No.
- Rosa?

Well, she's got a nice smile.

No, what? No! No.

Come here, I need you
to help me out with something.

Don't worry.

It's a regular
level-one mission.

A bit of identity theft,
but perfectly legal.

- Nothing serious.
- Oh.

- Let's see.
- Oh, I feel assured.

After all, you owe me one.

- Two, actually.
- Two?

Yes.
Oh, no, three. Doesn't matter.

My former roommate used to help
me with this, but he left.

What do you mean? He got out?

They released him?

That is classified information.

Put this on, come on.
Come, come with me!

Come with me. Come,
come with me, come.

Put it on, put it on.
There you go. OK.

This doesn't feel
quite legal, huh?

Álvaro: Saúl?

Well, yes, doctor,

you have a very
interesting point of view.

Your diagnosis is
pretty interesting.

Hey, I'm sorry, my love.

Hello!

Daddy!

Saúl:
Hello! It's so good to see you!

Daddy is working
with Doctor Mole.

Say hi to Doctor Mole.

- Hi!
- Hi there, beautiful.

Saúl: I'm almost done, OK?

Well, us agreeing
on the diagnosis

is certainly very interesting.

Thank you so much, doctor.

Thank you! Thank you so
much for being here, huh?

- Really, honestly.
- We are leaving in ten minutes.

No, how come? You just got here.

We have another thing to get to,

we're in a hurry. Right, love?

Yeah, we can't stay long.

husband: Ten minutes.

Excuse me.

- girl: Bye!
- husband: Excuse me.

Ten?

Well, honey.
We have ten minutes.

So little time!

Hey, it's a beautiful day,
want to go outside?

That's it! Come on, let's go.

Thank you, thank you.

We've already talk about
him not being your dad.

girl:
But I didn't call him "dad."

Saúl: Look, here, like we're
jumping up to the universe.

(making spaceship sounds)
I can't handle the gravity!

Help! It's pulling us!

(melancholic music)

man 3: I can't believe
you stole my credit card again.

A motorcycle?

You bought a motorcycle?

I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't pay
off the debt, Carla!

Look, dad...

I'm really sorry that you had
to have a sick daughter like me.

Don't say that, honey.

Don't say that, honey.
You'll see that
soon you'll be OK.

You'll see that
soon you'll be OK.

OK?

Do I look OK?

I'm obviously never
going to be OK.

I'm never going
to cure myself, mom!

If you just tried
a little bit...

For example, when I'm sad,
I watch a happy movie

- or things that make me happy.
- Stop it, dammit!

I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry.

(crying) Thank you so
much for coming, honestly.

I appreciate it a lot,

but I want to be
in my room now, OK?

Carla's dad:
Are you telling us to leave?

No.

You can stay as
much as you want to.

Look, the facility is so pretty,
so relaxing,

but I want to go to my room.

No, Carla! We can't talk
to you like this!

Just, please, stop jerking
me around, already!

Álvaro: Excuse me!
Visiting hours are over.

There are no visiting hours.

No, not for other
patients anyway.

But in her case, it's different.

I get it, doctor.

As you say.

Carla's mom:
See you soon, honey.

(frustrated crying and sobbing)

(sobbing)

(sobbing continues)

(sighing)

Álvaro...

- Yes, thank you, huh?
- Here!

Thank you, my love.

- Let's go, honey.
- Bye, Dad!

Drive safe.

Wow!

That was awesome! Really.

Saúl:
Why are you making that face?

Everyone gives me
that look. Like that.

Like you're surprised.

Like you're saying:

"Saúl? You're sick,

you can't be a dad,

You're crazy
you can't be a dad."

Who can?

(sighing)

Are you a father?

No.

Hey!

The robe thing was fucking cool.

- Where did you get them?
- Well, I have my connections.

Here, here.

Plus, Claudia's husband says...

it's not a good idea
that the girl knows

that her dad is sick
being so little.

And you?

- Why are you so happy?
- (cheerful laughter)

That! There,
I hadn't seen that smile.

Alright, alright, let's see,
take off the robe.

- (whistling)
- Álvaro: Martha!

Fuck!

- I've come up with a plan.
- Oh, so yummy!

It's, it's only a first draft,

but I think it's pretty good.

- Oh, fuck!
- Take a look.

- Álvaro!
- Look, look.

(frustrated sigh)

Oh!

"Víctor..." (tics)

"I need to ask you a question

and you need to answer...
(whistles)

...right now.

Is your name Google?

(playful laughter)

Because I can find...

(whistles) ...everything
I'm looking for in you."

Really?

(stuttering) Do you want to make
me look

like I'm fucking dumb?

- (tics and whistling)
- No, Martha.

It's a fun gag.
It'll work. Trust me.

- Come on.
- Fuck off!

- Come on! Let's get to work.
- (frustrated sigh)

- Ready?
- Yes!

(sighing)

"Víctor...

(stuttering) I need
to ask you a question.

Is your name..." Shitface! Oh!

Your dad's ass! So yummy!

Sit on my face! Ass face!

Come on!
You can do this, Martha.

- Come on.
- Víctor... Fuck! Off!

- Come on.
- (frustrated sigh)

Álvaro: Come on, Martha.

"Víctor!

(stuttering) I need to ask
you a question and...

and I need you
to answer me now."

Shit! Oh! Your dad's ass!
Oh, so yummy!

Sit on my face! Ah!

(shushing) Shut up!

(shushing) Shut up!
Shut up, fucker!

- Come on.
- (whistling)

Come on, Martha,
you can do this.

(frustrated sigh)

Víctor...

(tics)

I need to ask you
a question and...

I need you to answer
me now, whore!

(tics and whistles)

Is your name Google?

Because I can find... fuck

everything
I'm looking for in you!

Pretty good!

I mean,
it's a pretty good start.

(relieved sigh)

Come on, let's do it again.

- Fuck you!
- Let's do it again.

You can do better than that.

Víctor, I need to ask...

- Fuck! Fuck you!
- Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

You're in control.

No! Álvaro, it's not like that.

It's not about control!

(stuttering) It's not
about breathing.

The tics are not uncontrollable.

They're irresistible.

It's like a mosquito bite.

Have you ever had
a mosquito bite?

- Yes.
- You can resist the itching,

but at some point
you're going to scratch it

and you won't be able to stop.

(mouth clicks) It's like that.

Could we stop... (mouth clicks)

...for a moment?

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Mr. Ramón, do you think you'll
be able to fix it quickly?

Oh, I don't know!

I hope I can, last time,
it took me several hours.

Ah! Several hours...

(whispering) Hours, hours...

(howl)

Víctor,

(mouth clicks)
I need to ask you a question...

(mouth clicks)

...and I need you
to answer me now.

Is your name Google?

Because I can find everything
I need in you.

- (nervous and joyful laughter)
- Martha? Martha...

Oh, sorry. Oh!

(whistling) Whore!

It took us a lot of time,
but you nailed it.

Oh, so yummy!

(mouth clicks)

Hey, Saúl told me that

with your Syndrome you can go
about with your life normally.

(soft laugh) Yes. Yes.

And then?

(heavy sigh)

Nobody admits themselves
to a psychiatric facility

because of Tourette's.

Then why are you here?

(defeated sigh)

(stuttering) Because
it's not easy being

out there,
putting up with people

making fun of you

because of the tics.

Once... (mouth clicks)

...I couldn't get

out of bed
for three months... Whore!

I was so scared
of going outside.

Fuck!

I was diagnosed with depression.

(sighing) That's why I'm here.

Can we keep going with the plan?

Yes.

(thunder and heavy rain falling)

Martha: Hi! Wow!

Álvaro:
There he is! There he is!

- Are you ready?
- (whistling)

Martha, are you ready?

Too bad it's raining!

Álvaro: No, no, no, no, no!
It's perfect.

Haven't you watched
any romantic movies?

The best part always happens
when it's raining.

- Martha: Your ass!
- Well, whatever, whatever.

Listen to me,
you've rehearsed a lot.

- (mouth clicks)
- You've got this. You nailed it.

- Yeah.
- You can do this.

- I can do this.
- Hang in there.

(sigh) I can do this.
Hang in there.

When do you come
up with such crap?

Martha, look at me.

You can do this, hang in there.

Hang in there. Hang in there!

- Come on, you got this!
- I got this!

- Martha: I got this!
- You got this, Martha!

(comic music)

(screaming)

Guys!

(stuttering) Can I have a moment
alone with Víctor, please?

(whistling)

(nervous laughter)

Thank you! Get out! Oh!

- Huh... yes, yes?
- Víctor!

I need to ask you a question
and I need you...

I need you to answer me now.

(clears throat)
Umm, yes, tell me.

Hmm, is your name...

is your name Google?

Google?

No, why?

I hate you, dumbass!

Ah, stratosphere!

Dammit! No! No! No...

(nervous laughter)
Sorry, but...

(clears throat)
I can't understand you.

Ass face! Sit on my face!

- Oh! No.
- What?

Your dad's ass!

(awkwardly clears throat)
Are you feeling OK?

(screaming) No! No!

(anxious screaming)

- Álvaro: Martha!
- Carla: What are you doing?

Álvaro: No, no no! Go back! No!

- Martha. Martha, no.
- Martha: Fuck you! Fuck!

No, no. Look at me.
You're not giving up.

- Fuck. Oh!
- Look at me!

- You're going back out there.
- (whistling)

I've got an idea.

Why don't you just say it like
that, without anything planned.

- Your dad! (clapping)
- You just go out there

and you tell him like that
(imitates Tourette tics)

Your dad's ass! Just like that!

Just like that,
as cool as you are,

- you go and tell him! Go for it!
- Go for it?

- Álvaro: Go for it.
- You fucking go for it!

- Go for it.
- Martha: Go for it!

- Álvaro: Go for it!
- You're crazy, but mostly

me for listening to you!

- Hey! Martha!
- Go! Go!

You got this!

- You got this, OK?
- (excited yelling)

I can't believe I'm up
for this cheesy shit.

You're as cheesy as this
incompetent man.

Álvaro:
Hey, princess, I can hear you.

- Martha: Víctor! Víctor!
- Víctor: What?

I like you!
(loud excited yelling)

I said it! What? I said it!

(clears throat)

(doubtful) Umm... what
do you mean you like me?

You like me...

as in like me?

Yes, I like you as in like you.

Ah!

Oh, alright. Alright,
alright, alright.

I don't know how
to say this, but

(clears throat)

I like you too.

(nervous and excited giggles)

I feel stupid, I don't really
know how to do this.

Me, me, me too, you...

pizza face!

(uncontrollable laughter)

I'm going to kiss you.

Huh?

(stuttering) I'm
going to kiss you.

Don't worry,
I brushed my teeth with...

Shit! No!

With toothpaste! Twice.

- Only twice?
- Yes, but with baking soda.

Wow...

And I washed my clothes twice
on the washing machine.

Look, smell it, stupid.
Smell it.

(uncomfortable
and happy giggles)

It smells like mine.

(laughing)

Ah! Fuck you! No! Please!

- No, wait, I'll help you.
- Suck my tailpipe!

- Which one?
- No! No, oh no!

- What? I'll help.
- No. No. Yes.

- Yes? Which?
- Huh? Which?

No!

(playing: "Tú Serás Mi Baby")

(excited and celebratory
shouting and giggles)

(music continues)

(music in the background)

See?
(excited yelling)

Where there's a will...

(frustrated sigh) Here he
goes again with his mantra.

Hey, nicely done!

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations to you.

You talked her into it.

What are you doing later?

Me?

Nothing, why?

Meet me later.

(music stops)

(traffic noises)

(mumbling)
Hang on, Álvaro.

(mumbling)
Hang on, my dude.

(frustrated)
Ugh, you have no signal.

(sobbing)

Saúl, I had the best day!

Martha and Víctor kissed!
They kissed!

And I have a date. A date!

What?

What's wrong?

My ex wife forbade me
to see my daughter again.

She says that I can
be a danger to her.

(sobbing) I don't even
believe she thinks that.

It's her husband.

I'm going to go find
her and steal her.

- No. No.
- Yes.

I'm going to steal her.

She's my daughter, Álvaro!

Hey. No.

Take a deep breath.
Breathe. Calm down.

What you need right
now is to calm yourself.

It's all going to be alright.
I promise.

I'm going to go find
her and steal her.

- No.
- And I'm going to kill him.

No.

No, no, no, no, no. Look at me.

Look at me, Saúl. Look at me!
Look at me!

You're not going to let this
get the best of you.

It's not going to beat you.

You're not going to
let it beat you, huh?

What you need right now
is some cheering up.

Cheering up?

Yes.

(emotional music)

Would you mind leaving me
alone in the room?

I'd rather be alone right now.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Go on.

OK.

(exhaling)

(soft laughter)

(whispering) I'm sorry.

(music stops)

What?

Are you ever going to tell me
why you're here?

Bipolar 1 Disorder.

That means you're
fucking happy one

minute and the next
you're pissed off?

That sounds more
like rapid cycling.

Mine is more like
periods of time.

I have some that
are super depressive

and others a rush of euphoria.

So...

when was the first time
that it happened to you?

When was your your debut?

Wow! You do listen...

(soft laughter)

I was thirteen.

I ran away from my home,

I got to a highway,
into a trailer truck.

I had no fucking idea
where I wanted to go,

but I had this
fucking urge to flee.

- They found me in Querétaro.
- Oh.

Thing is that you don't
see the consequences

when you're in the middle
of one of these episodes.

You just do it.

And then,

it all blows up
in your fucking face

and everybody hates you.

Like your dad.

I don't blame him,

every time this happens,

against all odds,

I always find
and use his credit card.

So...

(laughing)
Not that bad, right?

No, it is, it's pretty bad.

It's pretty bad.

Well, let's see,

explain something to me, OK?

When you're in one
of these depressive

moments or stages,

how does it feel?

Well...

you know how there are some
diseases that kill you?

This one doesn't
kill you,

but...

it makes you want
to kill yourself.

So, on the night we...

When we met, where you in a...

in some sort of euphoria phase?

Fuck.

I was starting a manic episode.

Manic?
Is it the same as euphoric?

I'm manic-depressive, actually.

Because...

It was an incredible night.

I mean, at least for me.

For me too.

Really?

Álvaro, this can't...

This won't let me
get any further.

- What do you mean?
- This.

My disease.

You have no fucking idea what
it's like to be with someone

who can't control
their emotions.

No. But that is why
you're here, right?

Because you want
to learn how to.

You sound just like my mother,

you have no fucking idea.

No, you're right.

Listen, I have no fucking idea.

All I know...

is that will power can
beat any pill you can take.

By a mile.

You really think so?

I'm certain. Look at you.

You're a little monster.

A little monster?

You're a beast.

You can do anything
you set your mind to.

And I've got news for you,

you have here
another little monster

that wants to fight
alongside you.

Fuck, it's just that,
I've thought about it.

I've thought
about it a lot, actually.

And I feel like this...

- What?
- This. This.

This can't go any further.

(emotional music)

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

(music continues)

(music stops)

(knock on door)
Carla!

- Álvaro, I just told you I...
- Yeah.

No, no, no, it's not that.

I mean, yeah, but no, not now.

When we met,
how did you get out?

What?

Saúl.

(suspenseful music)

I won't let you drive,
for obvious reasons.

Hey, what's with the van?

How did you get it?

Oh, I fucked a security guard
and he gave it to me.

(uncomfortable laughter)
Are you for real?

Seriously?

(garage door opens)

- And the remote?
- Val lent it to me.

The lady guard
from the morning shift.

You also fucked her?

Fuck.

(car engine starts)

- I don't know. He can't be far.
- Obviously he isn't far.

He has to be around
here somewhere.

- Someone's there.
- Carla: No, that's not him.

Not him, dammit! Not him!

To the right. Right! Right!

Yeah, yeah. I heard you,
I heard you.

Álvaro: I'm pretty certain
he's not over there.

Álvaro: Saúl!

Saúl!

Carla: Saúl!

Álvaro: Saúl!

Saúl, stop!

Saúl, stop, please!

Listen, listen to me,

if you go after her
you'll lose her forever.

I'm going to go and take her

(sobbing) and nobody
will forbid me to see her.

Listen to me, look at me!

- They'll take her from you!
- No, no!

Saúl, they're going
to take her from you, dude!

- Look at me!
- Alright!

Listen, this won't
take us anywhere, OK?

Hey, Saúl...

Saúl, calm down.

Listen to me.

My daughter...

She's my daughter. (sobbing)

I know that right now you want
to burn down everything.

(sobbing)

Burn the whole
fucking world down.

Destroy everything so that they
won't take her from you.

But this is not the way.

OK?

I promise.

If you do this, tomorrow,

when all is said and done,

the only life you would
have ruined is hers.

- And she'll hate you for it.
- No!

- She's going to hate you.
- (moaning) No!

- She'll hate you.
- No!

(sobbing)

I don't want to go back
without having done something.

Who said we were going back?

We came here to help you,
not to stop you.

We're going to do something
that makes you feel good.

Fucking good!

- Yes.
- Something besides jail.

No. I want to feel good.

Do you trust me?

Yes. Yes.

(sobbing)

(soft music)

(heavy sigh)

- Álvaro: Oh, you're filthy, huh?
- Saúl: Can I drive?

(laughing) No, no, no.

Saúl: Here's good.

It's right in front,
I won't be long.

There it is. Yes. Perfect.

I won't be long.

(suspenseful music)

(bell ringing)

- Fucking Saúl.
- What the fuck did he do?

Fucking Saúl.

Saúl: Mission accomplished!

Go, go!

(emotional music)

DON'T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME.

I LOVE HER
AND WITHOUT HER I'LL DIE

(music stops)

Carla: Fuck,
it gets stuck every time.

I think you have to get out...

Just kick it or something.

Álvaro: On it!

(suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(suspenseful music fades)

Carla: Morning!

Álvaro: Morning!

Saúl: Morning!

(laughter)

What? Afraid of heights?

No! No! (Carla laughing)

Carla: I love it here.

I always come by myself.

Actually, I've never brought
anyone before.

But today I felt like
sharing it with you.

Wow!

Fuck, I've treated you
like shit.

Yes.

And you're still here.

Well, that's because Laura
didn't come for me.

(mischievous laugh)

Did you mean what you said?

That I can do this without
any pills or anything?

You can do anything.

You just have
to control your mind.

You can't let it control you.

I know I'm a little monster.

I know I'm a little monster.
But you don't know
what it is like being sick

But you don't know
what it is like being sick

and not being
able to get better.

Don't you think
that I want this to be quiet?

I think that what you fear

is getting emotionally
involved with someone.

- No.
- Yes.

That's why you're only looking
for one-night stands.

You're afraid
of falling in love.

But you know what?

(emotional music)

The more I get to know you...

Stop.

...the more I like you.

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music fades)

ce officer

but, as soon
as I got that uniform,

I got into character

and I thought
I could be great...

You aren't writing
about me, right?

- Lau!
- woman 3: No, no, no.

Where are your bags
and your things?

Sorry.

It's OK, dude.
Whatever, let's go.

No, no, Lau...

I want to stay.

What do you mean
you want to stay?

Are you crazy, dude?

In love.

Do you have any idea
what I had to do to get here?

- Yeah.
- Are you serious?

Hold on.

Last time we spoke
there was a lot of screaming.

What changed?

You're in love, aren't you?

I told you you were in love.

Are you in love?

(playing:
"Siempre te voy a querer")

Thanks, guys.

(whistling)

Oh, so yummy!

(whistling)

(music continues)

(joyful laughter)

(cheers and happy yelling)

(music continues)

(indistinct dialogue)

(music continues)

(music stops)

Carla: Álvaro, wake up!

Álvaro, really, wake up!

- We're going to be late.
- (Álvaro moaning)

Please, just one more minute.

- No, no.
- Please.

No, wake up.

Please!

Wake up, motherfucker!

I've said it
a thousand times, dammit!

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,

I have to tell you
something really important.

It's just that Saúl
is already awake

and he's going
to take all the jello,

and I fucking love jello.

Everyone here fucking
love jello, actually.

Why are you giving me that look?

You're unraveled.

Unraveled?

No, no, no, no,
I'm happy. I'm happy!

Can't you see
you're good for me?

- Don't I look good?
- Yes!

Yes, you look amazing.

- You want me to look better?
- Yeah.

- Carla.
- What?

Carla, Carla.

It's too early, don't you think?

It's too early but I want to.

- No.
- It's too early for what?

- Jello!
- (Carla laughing)

Jello!

Let me go!

(panting)

(laughing)

(whistling)

This is it, guys!

Get them pills out

because I'm going
to clean the house.

Especially you, huh?

Why?

Hey, Álvaro,
let's use this deck.

Carla's deck is rigged.

Hey, Saúl, where's Carla?

I don't know!

But she was with you, right?

No, why would she be with me?

No one wants to be with me.

- Martha, have you seen her?
- No.

I haven't seen her all day. Oh!

- Álvaro, don't!
- Why?

She wasn't
in the bathroom either.

Well, let's do this.

(suspenseful music)

(manic laughter)

(gasping)

No fucking way!

(euphoric screaming)

Álvaro: Carla?

Carla!

Álvaro, no fucking way!

No fucking way!

If you look over there
you can see the ocean!

The fucking ocean! I swear!
There! The sea.

Carla, are you OK?

How can I not be OK

if I'm telling you I'm looking

at something incredible
like the ocean?

In fact, if you look this way,

you can see it too, there it is.

No, no, no, come here!

- Come, come here.
- You have to look, it's there!

- Carla, come here!
- Let go of me! Let go of me!

Let go of me
because I feel fucking amazing.

I feel so fucking amazing!

You were right!

I'm doing it and
I'm looking at something that...

(vitals monitor beeping)

She's going
to be alright, Álvaro.

- Doctor.
- Yes?

I think Carla hasn't taken
her meds in several days.

What?

(whispering) Hey!

Hey...

Hi.

Hello, little monster.

What am I doing here?

Did you tell them?

I'm sorry, Carla. I had to.

(sobbing)

Who the fuck
do you think you are?

Why can't you
respect my decisions?

No. No, no, no. Carla, no.

No, no.

Nurse!

I'm going to have to start
all over because of you.

You told me that
I could do this.

You promised
that I could do this alone.

(crying) No, no, no!

(emotional music)

(sobbing) I trusted you.

(sobbing) I trusted you.

I trusted you.

I didn't even want...

I didn't even want a...

(music continues)

(whispering) I'm sorry.

Álvaro: "I'm inside a place
filled with weird people.

I don't know how to explain it,

it's a place filled
with social rejects.

I'm at a psychiatric facility

to learn what happens within.

All sorts of odd people.

Freaks.

One crazier than the other.

They're practically
the scum of society."

- Did I wash them correctly?
- Yes!

"In here, the girl from
the Exorcist would seem normal."

(whistling)

(music stops)

Saúl, it's not a good day.

You have something to tell us?

Look what we found on
the internet today.

"The scum of society,"
how about that?

"The girl from the Exorcist,"
really, Álvaro?

When I wrote that
I didn't know you,

- I didn't know...
- (clears throat)

No! No, there's
no need to explain.

I hope you learned something
from us "freaks."

Víctor, Martha, honestly,

- there's an explanation...
- Tina: Fuck you!

Saúl! Saúl!

Fuck you, Álvaro.

And that's not my
Tourette speaking.

(whistling)

(emotional music)

(music fades)

doctor:
So you were telling the truth

and you're a journalist.

Well, congratulations.

You managed
to deceive a professional.

I believed you.

You got your field research.

Well, here's your release form,

you're free to go.

Please, stop wasting
any more of my time.

Carla stopped taking her meds
because of me.

What?

Yes.

I thought
that it would help her.

Help her? (scoffing)

This is not a game, Álvaro!

One of the main issues

surrounding mental disorders

is that people don't want
to talk about them.

And why is that?

Because people like you...

spread misinformation.

(sighing)

Thousands of studies and efforts

go into improving
people's quality of life.

Even though it's hard
for you to accept,

medical treatments
are much more effective

than love,

good intentions

and motivational mantras.

I hope you have
a good life, Álvaro.

Good luck.

(sighing)

Seriously? Thank you, thank you!

You heard that, honey?

That means that we can see
each other more often.

(laughing)

Hey, but is your husband
OK with this?

Saúl's ex-wife:
That doesn't matter.

This is between us.

I need to be honest with her,

I don't want to lie anymore, OK?

- Daddy?
- What is it, honey?

Are you sick?

Well, yes, a little bit, yes.

(emotional music)

That's a good idea, my love.

Duck down.

There, you're cured.

Yes, honey.

I'm cured.

Thank you so much, doctor!
(laughing)

(music continues)

Here, this is Álvaro.

Álvaro, come, come!

He's my best friend.

(whispering) Plus he's a spy.

Friend?

Of course.

Not just that,

he's a special agent that
was involved in this mission.

Hey, hey!

(music continues)

That is classified information
from Doctor Mole.

(laughing) Yes, yes.

(laughing)

Yeah...

Is he crazy too?

- (uncomfortable laughter)
- Saúl's ex-wife: No!

Sorry, I'm sorry!

(laughing)

Saúl: Oh...

(music continues)

Don't forget about us.

Come and visit.

Of course I'm going
to come and visit.

"The Legend."

(music continues)

(music continues)

Álvaro: "As you well know,

I admitted myself
into a psychiatric hospital.

(music continues)

What you don't know...

is that the true reason...

was to save a girl..."

Saúl: "...that didn't need
to be saved."

"She will probably never know,

but I'll always be
crazy about her."

Crazy... Fuckface! Sorry.

"As you can already tell,

I know nothing
about this subject,

but I learned some things
in the few days I spent there,

and, trust me, just wanting
things it's not enough."

Are you really into
this load of crap?

It's not a load of crap!

"Being in there and
meeting so many people

that fight everyday
to get better,

to get healthier,

taught me to stop being afraid
of mental disorders."

Psychology Nobel Prize.

Enough! (shushing)

"Yes, I was afraid,
because I'm certain that I,

as many others out there,

out of ignorance,
are afraid of the unknown."

What a bunch of crap.

"How terrifying it must be
to be crazy! Right?

We'd rather close our eyes

and pretend that
it doesn't exist

and just move on.

But they do exist.

And they're more common
than high cholesterol,

diabetes, IBS.

Just as you can't cure the flu
by just doing your best

or controlling your mind,

you can't cure a mental disorder

that way either."

Princess, don't leave!

Yes, I'm leaving.

Because I've got to tell...

No, we've got some things
to say to this idiot.

You're coming with me.

(clears throat) What?

Huh? Out?

Out there on the streets?

Yes. We're going out there
on the streets.

If they really
want us as we are,

let's test how much.

Lithium, bitch! Lithium!

That, that is what you need.

No, no! (shushing)
You owe me one.

We believe you are
having a crisis.

(yelling) I'm having a very,
very fucking strong crisis!

(loud noise)

I'm kidding, obviously
I'm not having anything.

But really,
if they want to see us,

let them.

- (mumbles) Let them see us.
- Let's go!

- I'm scared.
- Saúl: OK!

If we gotta jump, we gotta jump.

(upbeat music)

(disagreement grunts)

(upbeat music)

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

A million clicks, my man!

(singing) Alvarito! Alvarito!

He's the man!

A million clicks.

You're a fucking dream, brother!

You are the little humming bird
that comes to feed

on my sugary water
every morning.

The most read article.

Come on, come on! (shushing)

- Grab my boobs, bitch!
- (shushing)

Shut up! (shushing)

(whistling)

Suck it! Oh! Ass! (shushing)

We're going to need
a distraction.

- (whistling)
- I have depression,

it doesn't go well with stress.

Please, focus.

(whistling continues)

I got it. I got it!

(clears throat)
I have an idea.

(music continues)

(clears throat)

I'm on it.

- (screaming)
- (shushing)

(soft sobs)

Don't forget about me.

I won't forget you.

- Whore!
- You're so cheesy.

Oh!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die.

(music continues)

- (stuttering) Doctor!
- What's wrong?

- What are you doing here?
- I wanted to see if I could get,

soap?

- I just gave you some soap.
- Soap.

(stuttering) I know,
but I need more soap.

I'm feeling it.

- I'm going to die.
- No, relax. Relax.

- We're all going to die.
- I need one that is...

that has more sods!

I need more sods!

Martha: Sit on my face, bitch!

My castle.

Carla: Run! Run!

Or not, no soap is fine.

Excuse me.

Did he take his meds?

I don't think so.

(hopeful music)

Oh, Rosa! They're leaving.

They're leaving, Rosa!

(yelling in slow motion)

(music continues)

(rock music)

- Come on, Rosa!
- I'm coming! I'm coming!

To the left!

- No!
- It's to the right!

You're saying right!

Follow them, get closer, please!

Martha, take the wheel.

- Take the wheel.
- No! What?

- Don't smoke in here!
- Why are you smoking right now?

Starting now,

we're only writing articles

that are socially conscious, OK?

Let that imagination fly,
go ahead!

- Someone's chasing us!
- Look out!

Everybody calm down,
I'm a fucking good driver.

- Turn around!
- Look ahead!

- Turn around!
- Speed bump, speed bump!

(indistinct yelling)

Wrong way!

- I can't watch.
- No, no, no!

(music continues)

Oh, it's the doctors!

- Hello!
- Where are you going?

We have an important
business to attend to,

then we'll come back.

- Rosa: Get out!
- She wants me to get out.

He's getting out, Rosa!

No, no, no! Don't get out!

- No!
- No, no, no!

(music continues)

editor: Climate change,
global warming...

- Greta Thunberg.
- Exactly.

Is there a Mexican version
of that little girl?

Is there a Mexican version
of that little girl?
No, no idea.

No, no idea.

It would be a fucking hit, huh?
Think about it.

Dolls and everything.

We lost them, Rosa!

I can't see without my glasses!

- What? You wear glasses?
- Yes, since I was fifteen.

Why aren't you wearing them?

They make me
look so old, right?

Oh my god! Where are they?

- In the glove compartment.
- Oh my god.

- Here.
- No, those are sunglasses!

- Alright, alright, then these.
- Those are for reading!

- Oh my god, Rosa!
- They're the thick ones.

- Here, these. Look out!
- Yes, these.

Who else?
Let's see, what's your subject?

- Huh...
- Drugs.

- Drugs, that's right.
- Drugs?

Drugs.

(rock music continues)

I can see you like them, right?

(music fades)

- Hello.
- Can I help you?

Yes, we're here
to see Álvaro Aguirre.

Do you have an appointment?

No, but he told us we could come

and visit any time
we wanted to, so...

He's in a meeting
and I can't interrupt.

What do you mean
you can't interrupt?

I'm here.

And you are...?

I'm the Princess
of the Coyoacán Marquessate.

- Pleased to meet you.
- The who?

We can see how
the Princess attempts

to get into the office
but is not allowed.

The exit is over there.

No! Don't you dare touch me,
I'm fucking crazy.

- Suck my ass, busty lady!
- Yes.

- Álvaro?
- Álvaro?

- Great work, huh?
- Álvaro?

Stupid! Fuck you!

Álvaro?

Oh, fuck!

- Álvaro.
- Álvaro!

- Álvaro.
- Carla?

- Ah, stupid!
- Carla, what are you doing here?

- Did they let you out?
- No.

I came to tell you something.

OK, I'm listening.

What was that bullshit
you wrote?

My article? You didn't like it?

(fake and strong laughter)

Well, what can you expect

from this terrible magazine:
CopyBlog.

Hey, you, intermittent-fasting
Emma Stone.

If you don't like it,

just shut it and that's that.

Carla, what's going on?

What's that crap about us
not being able to be together?

I didn't say that, you did.

And that you didn't want
to see me ever again.

I'm bipolar, Álvaro.

I changed my mind.

Is this how you fight for me?

Is this how you fight
for the girl of your dreams?

Tina: Mediocre, man.

So mediocre.

And just so you know...

I don't need you to save me.

That's exactly what I wrote.

I know!

But you don't need me

to save you from me as well, OK?

OK.

- OK what?
- I mean yes.

You're right I don't need you
to save me from you

because I want to be with you.

(hopeful music)

This is not going to be easy.

Well, that'll be my problem.

It's not...

because then you're going
to try to change me,

and that's impossible.

I know. I like the way you are.

There are going to be days
where I'm euphoric.

Just like that.

(laughing softly) I know.

And there are going to be days
when I want to die.

Well, I also know that.

(music continues)

But there are going to be days
when I'll want to kill you.

Oh, well, that's fine.

There are going to be days
in which I'll want to kill you

so, so, so very much,

that I will almost,
almost succeed.

Almost succeed.

It's never going to be normal.

Yes...

to everything.

(playing:
"Hablando a tu corazón")

Are you insane or what?

Have I told you I was
in a mental facility?

Sit on my face!

- Ass face!
- Yes, yes!

Álvaro: I learned that we need
a lot more information

on mental disorders.

More institutions
where we can get help,

because, believe me,
we all need it.

Next time I see someone sad,

I won't tell them to smile

or to try their best.

I will just say
that I'm not able to understand

what they're going through,

but that I will be there,

in case they need me.

(music continues)

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CRAZY ABOUT HER

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