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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Remember, my children.

A marriage between a man and woman can only be successful

if we honor our Lord every day of our lives.

Only then you will find...

Excuse me?

Can I ask you a question?

Would you happen to know where Samuel Araujo is?

Samuel? The groom?

The groom?

...and the Catholic Church and, of course, its values.

You may kiss the bride.

Bravo!

I'm so tired, baby.

Ask if there's a place to have breakfast nearby

while I unload and get the dispatch note.

Okay, but we'll meet here, right?

I won't move from here, baby.

Don't forget to use the restroom.

Go.

Close the door.

Yes, that's the average.

Average.

What river did this mermaid escape from?

I guess it's Daddy's lucky day today.

You're having breakfast, right?

I will join you.

Please.

No... Wait.

-Gear down to first, okay? -What?

Did I do something wrong?

No, but... I mean...

It's just...

Never?

Ceci, I promise you that...

I will always protect this heart.

And after this moment,

we will reach higher than that bright sun up there.

Its light is almost blinding!

You are the most beautiful thing there is.

The most beautiful thing there is.

What is it, Chiqui? What happened?

What's wrong?

What's wrong with what?

Is that a wedding?

Uh... Yes.

My boyfriend is... uh, the best man.

Ah.

So, where is he? Why didn't he stop by to say hello?

He's taking pictures with the newlyweds.

In that case, I can go there and say hi.

No.

He and I have many things to talk about first.

You know, Peluche? I'm very grateful for all you've done for me today.

But this is where you and I say goodbye.

What?

No, wait, what? What are you doing, Cecilia?

No.

No, I'm not going anywhere. I can't do that.

Chiqui, do you...

Do you really want me to leave?

Fabián.

Please tell Mom everything will be alright, okay?

And as soon as I can, I will call her to give her the good news.

Chiqui, you know I'm here for you always.

I will always be there for you.

Anything you need,

I have your back.

Okay, stop that noise.

Rice with eggs?

First, we have no Internet.

And now this? No way.

Yes, way.

Listen, Breiner Estivenson,

do not cast off the food on your table. That's a sin.

Eat. Your. Dinner.

Hey! Stop right there! Gluttony is a sin, too.

Thanks, Mommy.

Okay, here.

If we sell all of this...

we will have enough money...

to pay the bills we owe so far.

My food processor?

-My computer? -My speakers?

Why not sell your bicycle instead, eh, Demolition Man?

Demolition Man?

Yes, he nearly demolished Mrs. Amalfi's diner

and beat up everyone who's ever hit on Chiqui.

Okay, stop exaggerating.

At least I am doing something to defend our family honor

-and that of my little sister, okay? -Yeah, right.

So, tell me. Is that how you defend the family honor?

Beating up everyone in town?

Listen, Mom, with all due respect...

this must be settled by men, so I won't discuss it with you.

Okay, but about the bicycle...

The bicycle's not for sale. Period. Do you know why?

Because Breiner Estivenson will use it to carry the milk container

to Mrs. Jacinta's dairy, okay?

I'm doing what? Who do you...

Rigoberto!

Rigoberto!

Okay, now you've done it.

Where on Earth is Rigoberto?

He's over there, Daddy.

He's mad, eh?

Come here right this instant!

Look at me when I talk to you!

Okay, eldest son,

I demand an explanation...

for the damned row you kicked up over at El Desparche, man!

Eh? Start talking!

Talk.

Virginia?

Lady? Jesus Christ.

Stefany? Good Lord in Heaven.

Alejandra? But what on Earth? This one's the worst of the bunch.

Dear God...

-Give me my phone. -Who? Me?

Are you deleting contacts from my phone again?

Argh, Cuqui!

-What the hell are you doing? -Give it back!

Come on, Mom! Stop doing that!

I put that phone on my ear. Don't you think that's awkward?

Whose fault is it? Eh? Serves you right!

I didn't ask you to hit on every harlot you bump into.

Think of me as your harlot antivirus.

Mom, we have talked about this. Jesus!

I know that.

But you and I also agreed I would not allow some tart

to seduce you and trap you with a child.

I don't get you. This is the Internet age!

There are so many gorgeous Italian and French women available.

A woman worthy of the Chaljub name.

A legacy you inherited from your distinguished father.

But no! You prefer to go after harlots!

Listen, Minerva.

I would very much appreciate it if you...

Excuse me? Are you okay there, babe? Can I help you?

Oh.

Uh...

Cuqui?

Yes...

Uh...

Excuse me. Do you remember me?

Of course I do, babe!

How could I forget? You're Chechi! My Andean sweetheart.

Hello, princess. How are you? Are you okay?

Yes.

I don't know if you remember, but you told me once

if I ever had a problem or needed help, well...

I could come here.

Of course, babe! You know Cuqui is always at your service.

Can I help you?

The thing is I don't have a problem.

I have several.

Okay, baby, take a deep breath, hold it, and then exhale.

You saved my life. I am indebted to you.

Anything you need, it's yours.

Let me tell you something.

I am very sorry for what you're going through,

but we are already too cramped up here to...

Here, Ceci, here's your juice, for starters.

And second, let me tell you

I pay the bills in this house, right?

Which means this heartthrob, that is, moi, can make decisions like,

you can stay in my room and sleep all you want

while I sleep on the sofa.

What?

No, but that's too much, Cuqui.

It's just for a few days.

Ceci, babe, please.

I mean, how could I not do that for you?

How could I not do anything for you when you risked your life for me?

Wait. How did you meet my Renato?

Mom, it's a very long story.

I can tell you some other time. We aren't in the mood for that now, right?

You have no idea how many sleepless nights

your saint of a mother and I spent working our asses off

just to teach you how to be well-meaning people.

Honest and humble.

Respectful.

For this one to turn out like a beast and beat up anything that moves.

Eh?

You don't have to be so hard on me, Dad.

Cecilia was one the one who screwed up.

If she hadn't gone after some...

Shut your piehole! Do you listen to yourself?

Don't be crass, man!

What is your point?

Since Chiqui acted like a wild mare in heat,

you can act like a donkey?

Does that give you the right to lash out

at any person who crosses you? Give me a damn break!

Now, wait a minute, Dad.

You're going too far.

I mean, Chiqui...

I mean, it's not like Chiqui is some tramp now

-just because she went and got laid. -Hey!

Listen, Breiner Estivenson.

Watch that dirty mouth or I'll slap your teeth off your face.

Now we are in serious trouble.

Because Mr. Ricardo won't hire us for any more dispatches,

and he's the only one who hires truckers who don't have their own semi.

In other words, we are screwed.

So, any suggestions? I am listening.

What are we going to do? Eh?

Oh, now you play deaf, don't you?

How the hell will we get the money

for the mountain of debts we have on our shoulders?

-Of course, when things are good, you... -My baby!

Baby?

Baby? How are you?

Did you get there okay?

How do you feel?

Where are you living?

-Did you talk to the guy? Tell me! -Put her on speakerphone!

What's up, Chiqui? Yay or nay?

Hello, sis!

-We are all here listening! -Hi, guys.

-Hello! -How are you, baby?

Baby?

At least answer one of my questions.

Did you make the video I asked you? The one on the road?

Cecilia Araminta de los Ángeles, when will you be back?

Let her speak, kids.

Answer me. Did you find that man, baby?

Yes, I did. I... uh, met with him.

And? What did he say?

Will he answer for what he did or does he want to die?

-He doesn't know. -What?

He doesn't what, Cecilia Araminta?

He doesn't know what?

I mean, he doesn't know... uh, what to do with himself.

You should have seen his face

when I told him he'd be a father, he was so happy.

Okay, put him on the phone, then.

We want to hear his voice.

-Yes! -It's the least he can do.

Yes, listen to Mom. In fact, you should video call.

That way, we can see if he has good genes.

No, he's not here right now.

So, when are you heading back to Villa del Carmen?

I don't think we can right now. He's busy with work.

Oh, man, that's too bad. I guess it's up to us to go there then.

Hell yeah!

Can you give us the address again?

No, uh... I barely know the address.

What?

It's just... We won't stay here, we're off to a beach house.

Didn't you say he was busy with work?

Yes. Yes, he is.

But he asked for a few days off to take me on vacation.

He wants to celebrate my pregnancy.

And then...

we will head back here.

Okay, Cecilia Araminta de los Ángeles,

can you swear to God you are telling us the truth?

Are you sure that bastard isn't here in Villa del Carmen?

No, Toronja, I told you he's not from there.

Baby? Why don't you give us his name?

Because we don't even know that yet.

Renato.

Renato Chaljub.

Shut up!

You know what? When we come back from our trip,

I will let you know so that you can come visit.

Guys, I'd better hang up, the signal is pretty bad here

and you keep breaking up.

Yes.

Give me your blessing, Mom.

God bless you, honey. Kisses!

Bye, Chiqui!

I love you all very much. Bye.

Bye.

Renato?

That name sounds kind of ga...

-Watch your mouth! -Don't hit me, Mom!

I hope Peluche got to see that bastard's face.

Because what if Cecilia is lying to us?

Chiqui, you know I'm here for you always.

I will always be there for you.

Anything you need,

I have your back.

She hasn't given us an address yet,

but as soon as she does, we should go up there for a visit.

You mean you and the boys. I have nothing to do in that hellhole.

Besides, I won't forgive that shameless kid just like that.

Why are you so hard on your own child? She's your daughter.

The baby on the way is your grandchild.

Okay, do me a favor, Lucía.

Stop going against my word.

When I say no, it means no. Nothing more than that.

You can be so annoying, Lucía.

Old nosy hag! Why do you rummage through my drawer?

I like it untidy, for God's sake!

Now I can't find that damn notebook where I wrote down that idiot's number.

Whose number is that?

Mr. Pascual's.

The guy with the buses.

Wait. You are not considering becoming a bus driver, are you?

What else can I do, Lucía?

Tell me what else I can do.

Mr. Ricardo is the only one who hires truckers who don't own a semi.

But since that stupid idiot Toronja acted like a beast,

what choice do I have?

I will have to drive buses. What else can I do?

But you're from a small town. You don't know how to drive in the city.

You can't go to Bogotá.

You can't imagine how stressful it is.

That city is a very tough place.

It can't be tougher than braving the road in a semi-truck.

This place is so hot.

Cuqui.

Go to your bed, I'll sleep on the couch.

No.

What is it?

-What do you mean? -Are you okay? Is there anything you need?

Yes, I do.

How can I help you?

I need you to stay quiet and not tell anyone I'm here.

Oh? No, I would... No.

You don't need to worry about that.

In any case, I don't know anyone who knows you, so chill.

No, it's just this city is so small and you can bump into anyone.

I can understand that. But, hey, Cuqui here?

Okay, thank you, Cuqui.

Hey, Ceci?

Why is that?

-What's the matter? -I can't tell you why, Cuqui.

Just know I have something to take care of, and once I do, I'll head back home.

If that's the case, I can promise... No, I can swear it to you.

Your secret keeper here will guard those gorgeous eyes of yours, okay?

Forever.

See you tomorrow, Cuqui. Have a good night.

Uh...

Ceci...

Don't worry, little one.

You know?

Chiqui means "little one," too.

You and I will get through this, okay?

And we will never be...

apart, you and I, okay?

Move out of the way!

Hey!

Did you pay the electricity bill?

Can I have Wi-Fi access on my phone like a normal person?

No, that's the least of our worries at the moment.

The least of our worries?

Why did we sell my iPad then?

To buy this.

Oh, what the hell?

What's this? Operation Chicken?

We will stop eating rice with eggs, downgrade to corn,

and go to bed at 6:00 p.m. so that we don't need electricity.

Awesome.

Don't be daft, we are selling tamales.

But that will take a while.

What will I do without the Internet all this time?

What do you think? Help us cut the corn off the cob.

You heard Mom, Yutúb. Catch!

Get to work. As Dad says, "No food for the lazy man."

Okay, but you get to work too, son, eh?

Okay. Here we go.

-Let's get started. -Okay.

You know what? You're right. I am going to help.

You're both right.

But, first, let me go wash my hands

so that I don't get the corn all muddy, okay?

The sink is right here.

Right. The sink. Be there in a minute.

No!

Yutúb, come back here!

The jerk ran away again.

Not even on weekends?

Maybe as a fill-in? A trucker might get sick, you know?

I could go and take his...

Yes, I get that. But if you don't mind, I could...

Right. I understand.

Well, have a good day, okay?

God bless you.

Mountain trucker!

We have other trucks...

Hey, Toronja, wouldn't you rather have breakfast?

No!

No, Mrs. Amalfi. Don't worry, ma'am!

I already had breakfast, I'm as full as all get-out!

Just the coffee is fine. Thanks.

Hey.

What if you grovel to Mr. Ricardo?

You know, after the mess you made...

Grovel? Me?

I'm no peon. No, ma'am.

Well, you should consider it. Your pride won't feed you.

And this economy is harsh enough.

Listen, Mrs. Amalfi.

I really appreciate your kind words.

But four men at home can't possibly fail

at fixing this situation, don't you think?

-I guess so. -How much do I owe you?

Fifteen hundred.

Fifteen hundred?

I had a bill right here.

Hang on. I'm sure it's right here.

-It's okay. It's on the house. -No, ma'am. I can pay you.

I know you can pay me.

Okay, let me pay you.

I hate owing money.

Let me run back to the house and get some money to pay you, okay?

I promise. It won't take me long.

I'll come back with the money, okay?

You know what, Toronja?

Instead of heading back home, why don't you do me a favor?

-What is it? -Well, you see, here at El Desparche...

I have my hands full.

So, I think maybe I need another waiter. Why don't you give me a hand?

-Me? -Yes. You.

I really must beg your pardon, Mrs. Amalfi.

But this is a job for a woman.

Oh, give me a break. Stop being so proud.

Listen, I thank you for your good intentions,

but I can't work at this restaurant as...

No, listen, I am the one appealing to your good intentions.

Think about it.

"Think about it."

That's a woman's job.

Me? Work here?

I hope you like it.

Well, I don't know, but it does smell good, right, Mom?

I think it's a little bit fatty.

For my liking, I mean, but...

Mom... Hmm?

Do you know where I can rent a room around here?

You're welcome to stay here as long as you need, Ceci.

Please.

Nonsense, Cuqui! Let the girl decide.

If she wants to move out, it's her choice.

What's wrong with you? Are you a dictator now?

Thank you, Mrs. Minerva.

Do you know where the dirt lot is?

The dirt lot?

The truck parking lot?

Well, since you ask,

it's not too far from here, really.

Just four blocks away. You can even walk there.

Why do you want to go there?

If you don't mind me asking.

I have to agree with Mom there.

Why do you want to go there? That's no place for a girl like you.

Well, you are both wrong.

I'm going to apply for a job as a trucker.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

No, darling.

Each trucker hires his own copilot.

But I don't want to be a copilot. I want to drive a semi-truck.

So, do you want to be a man?

A female trucker?

No, homegirl.

I can do a test-drive if you want.

Oh, yeah, baby. Do you want to ride me?

Son of a bitch!

Listen, sir, before you say no, let me explain what I'm good at, okay?

Where should I start?

I was raised in a trucking family.

I've been on trucks all my life.

Therefore, I know everything there is to know about trucking, alright?

You're hired.

Right. Why do I even waste my time? I'm a fool...

I said you're hired.

Wait a minute. What did you say?

I said you're hired, kid.

Oh, God!

Thank you! Thank you so much!

What am I saying? A million thanks, sir!

Hey, calm down! You seem very happy!

You cannot imagine what this means to me, okay?

You're like an angel God put in my way.

Is that right?

You even look like my dad a little bit.

Really? Your dad looks like me?

Damn, your dad must be a handsome man!

A heartthrob!

I mean, I can't deny it. I love my old man very much.

Okay, colleague. Time to start.

Okay, sir.

-Use the top button... -Right.

...to open the bus's front door.

Well done!

Use the one at the bottom

to open the rear door.

-Good! -Thank you.

And to move the turnstile...

-Got it? Yes or no? -Yes, sir.

Those who pay, pass; those who don't, don't pass.

-Simple as that. -Careful, colleague, though.

You have to keep an eye on passengers who get on the bus close to each other

to buy one and get one free.

-Got it. -Let's get to work, then.

This is your change money.

-Okay, sir. -You're good, right?

-Yes, sir. -Easy-peasy, right?

Yes, it is.

It seems to me this is a walk in the park.

Besides, let me tell you something.

After traveling all across this country on my semi-truck,

this is like riding a bicycle.

That's the spirit, colleague!

Do you take me for a fool, you womanizer?

I already know you're running late because you slept in Gualanday.

What is it? You can't control your urges now?

You know we could fine you if you are not here by 3:00

with the money, you stupid jerk!

Hello, Mrs. Ramona.

Why, hello.

Look what the wind's blown my way. Take a seat.

Thank you.

How was your trip to the coast?

Oh? It was good, ma'am. Thank God.

Here are the keys to your truck.

And some change I had left after filling the tank.

Oh, handsome and honest.

A bit forgetful, though, aren't you?

Forgetful?

Did you forget the agreement we made?

Oh...

Oh, yes. You and I have a date with the dance floor, don't we?

-Well, you see... -See you here at 8:00.

Here. Take a tip.

I like men who pay.

I would call this one "The 900"...

Okay, kid.

Here's your uniform so that you can start right away.

What do you mean? Do I have to wear an uniform?

What? Don't you like it?

Yes.

Uniforms make you look professional.

Well, we are on the same page, then.

Wait. What is this? Drivers don't wear this type of clothes.

Hold your horses.

Who said you needed to drive a truck to be able to wash it?

The trucks are parked there.

So? What are you on?

No, boss, I mean, you just hired me to be a truck driver.

You are so funny!

I like you, kid, you know? I really do.

I wish all women in town had your sense of humor.

Anyway, you're funny and all, but you know what?

It's time to get to work. You can start with that one.

They say it's white, but look how dirty she is.

Here you go.

Come on, kid! Get to it.

Time is money.

I'll be back to check up on you.

Oh, son of a gun!

Be careful, sir!

-I'm sorry. -What happened?

Excuse me. I didn't see that "don't cross" sign.

It wasn't there before.

Don't you know your own route?

No, of course I do. But on the map they gave me...

I mean, look at those arrows the city folk placed there.

They're facing each other!

Please be patient with me.

Don't worry, I'll get you to your destination.

Here we go.

What can I do? He's on the wrong side of the road!

You're blocking the road, man!

Excuse me, Mr. Driver, sir. Ladies and gentlemen.

-First of all... -Just a second.

...good afternoon.

Please, son. Not now.

Please.

Please... Cooperate, man.

Don't worry, Godmother.

If Chiqui told you she's okay, then she's okay.

But did you meet this Renato? Did you see his face?

Did you see him?

Renato?

Wasn't his name...

Samuel?

Maybe his name is Samuel Renato.

I mean, if Mom named Yutúb Breiner Estivenson,

anything is possible.

Dammit! Stop making fun of your brother!

I just need to know what impression he gave you.

How is he?

Is he good to Chiqui? Is he kind?

I really don't know, Godmother.

I left her at a rich people's wedding.

I didn't go in because, honestly, I didn't feel like it.

It's not like Chiqui wanted me there, right?

But I do know the guy's important.

He comes from money.

Well, that is the least of my concerns.

I just need to be sure he treats her right and loves her.

That he treats her like she deserves and makes her happy.

You are right about that, Godmother.

If he loves her half as much as she loves him...

they will be happy, right?

Yes, Mom. That's what she told us when she called.

Knowing her, I bet she already read him the riot act

to keep this Renato Samuel in line.

All I care about is seeing my kid again.

I miss her too much.

So, I'll see...

what I can do to go visit her as soon as possible.

Okay, Mom, but don't get sad on me. What is it?

Don't worry, okay? While we are here grinding corn by hand,

she must be happy over there, living like a queen.

Trust me.

I hope to God you're right.

Finally, I can take a break.

Wait!

No!

Son of a...

Here you go.

What is it?

Oh, right, you wanted a soup.

And you wanted potatoes instead of a salad.

Don't worry. I'll be right back.

Don't worry.

This waiter is so dumb.

Hey, do me a favor.

Potatoes, not salad, on this one, and a soup for this one.

Do it quickly, okay?

Do. It. Quickly.

Hey, Toronja, where's my soup?

Hang on a second, Mr. Orlando, okay?

Here you go. Your salted potatoes.

And here's your... Oh, I'm so sorry!

It's okay, though. No harm done, right?

See? Good as new. Bon appétit.

Enjoy your food, okay?

I see you have a new profession, young man.

You even look cute in pale green.

That apron suits you.

I'm not in the mood, Mr. Ricardo.

You know it's not wise to provoke me.

You never learn, do you?

Still keeping up with the macho act, aren't you?

You got to do what you got to do.

Good. That's exactly what I mean.

How are you, Mr. Ricardo?

I will get a waiter for you, okay?

-Come with me. I need you in the kitchen. -Ask him to slice onions.

Could you work on that short fuse?

Get a grip, will you?

This stupid door...

Stop it! I can open it myself.

She all but told you to buy some candy with that tip.

Come on, Darío. Be serious.

What am I going to do?

Do what any Briceño would do.

Who knows? Maybe you score with...

What?

Oh, man! You're going to save the day!

-No. -How come I didn't think of this before?

No. Forget about it.

-No. -Yes.

Don't get picky on me, Peluche, man.

That MILF won't say no to you.

You only have to take her out dancing.

Drink a couple of beers.

Make her laugh.

And you'll convince her to hire us for some trips.

-Am I smart or what? -You're a bastard.

Since it's not you heading straight to the slaughterhouse.

Am I to blame because the cougar is into you and not me?

I know. It's weird. But some people just have bad taste.

Don't count on me for that.

Come on, Peluche.

Listen to me.

This isn't a joke, okay?

Mrs. Ramona could be the solution to all of our problems.

Go.

Hey! Kiddo!

Here's another one!

What? Are you tired already?

Come on. Up!

Look how dirty that truck is. Come on!

Look, it's disgusting.

Okay, bastards, lady bastards, little bastards, and little lady bastards!

The challenge today is get someone to share their mobile data with me

to upload this video to social media.

So, if you're watching this video on the bus,

at home or wherever you are,

that means my challenge was a success.

Alright. Let's see.

I've found a prospect.

Ooh, look at that SUV.

I bet they have a great data plan. They look rich.

Let's see.

Oh?

She's pretty.

Hello?

Sofi.

Sofi?

Would you like to participate in today's challenge?

That is, share your data plan with me

so that I can upload this video to social media.

What do I get in exchange?

Besides making you popular with my followers?

What more do you want?

A kiss?

Oh, please.

You're not even that hot.

Hey!

-I have my charm, don't I? -Right.

No?

-Do you really need to use my data plan? -Yes.

In that case, I have a counter-challenge.

Oh!

What do you say?

Makin' my way thru the 'hood

Tryin' to make a penny ridin' on the bus But everyone around me yawns

Those who are awake might as well be dead

Where are you taking us, sir?

Hey!

What can I do? There's a detour.

Hey, son!

Could you please shut up? My head's about to explode.

That song is so depressing, I could kill myself.

-Just two more minutes, please? -Okay, kid, come here.

Take this, okay? Please shut up.

-Stop singing. -Can I get off further ahead?

Okay, but please stay quiet.

What can I do? Do you want me to jump over the fence?

Oh, no. This can't be happening.

Come on, God, give me a hand. What's this?

What do you want me to do? Jump over those cars? What can I do?

Be patient, please.

-Someone's stealing your side mirror! -Don't yell at me, ma'am.

Hey!

You stealing bastard!

Where the hell did he go?

You damned thieving bastard!

He almost crashed there.

Go ahead.

Hey?

Why don't you...

Holy Mother of God! What is this?

What on Earth happened here?

Come on, old man, help me out, would you?

Everything can't go wrong. What do I do now?

Oh, God, look at that scratch.

This is too much for just one person.

Even after chugging a pitcher of beer.

Hello, Toronja. How are you doing?

Very well, Mrs. Amalfi.

Very well, really. You know what's hard? Driving a truck.

But this? No. This is like a walk in the park.

I can't disagree with you there.

Sometimes I feel so bad for Octavio. Poor thing.

Sometimes he spends 20 hours straight driving that truck.

-Poor man. -You really have a tough job.

But the two of you are very careful.

Obviously, you have an advantage over him.

Because you also are so talented.

You have the voice of an angel.

Can you do me a favor, Toronja?

It's just... you sing that song so beautifully.

-Can you sing a little verse... -Mrs. Amalfi.

Listen, Mrs. Amalfi.

If I sang a song that day,

it was because I had no choice.

It was pretty much life-or-death.

Not because I think I'm an artist.

-Because that's a woman's job. -Oh?

So, please, don't bring it up anymore.

-Thank you. -Of course!

I'll leave you to your men's stuff, but look at this.

You didn't rinse these glasses properly.

Make sure there's no soap residue.

Food can't taste like soap, you know?

DOWNTOWN SAN FRANCISCO

Hello, kiddo.

I know I'm a little late. I'm sorry.

A little? You should've been here two hours ago.

No, I know, miss.

But I had the worst day today.

If you report that I'm late, it will ruin the rest of my day.

Give me a hand, would you? Please?

Okay, I'm going to help you.

I will report you arrived earlier, but step on it, okay?

The bus station must be bursting with people.

Just like me.

How far along are you?

Eight months already.

Eight months?

Yup.

You went out for a day of fun and liked it a bit too much, did you not?

That's what I tell my kids.

Kids today have no rules, no morals, and no principles.

They go through life sleeping with anything that moves.

What's wrong with you? Have some respect, sir!

-What do you care? -I'm so sorry! I was thinking about...

Don't be rude. You know what?

There. Two hours late for being a jerk.

Excuse me. I'm sorry, okay?

Damn my loose tongue!

Why did I have to open my mouth?

Hey, Colombian lady!

How much?

We only wash Mr. Bonifacio's trucks.

No.

How much do you charge per night?

What did you just say, gringo?

You're very hot.

Colombian women are "buenitas."

You got a bit tongue-tied there. It's not "buenitas."

It's "bonitas."

"Buenitas," "bonitas."

Same thing.

Do me a favor, sir. Why don't you get on your way?

I have a lot of work to do, okay?

Hey!

There's a bug on your back.

On my back?

-Yes. -Oh, my God! What is it?

It's a spider. It's huge!

Get it off me! I'm terrified of spiders!

Get it off me! Please!

-Get it off... -There!

The spider's been squashed.

Hey.

Dirty bastard.

Hey, come here, man. I actually think you're funny, gringo.

Since we're friends already, on the topic of bugs,

I think there's a mosquito on your right cheek.

-Yes? Where? Here? -Here.

You should be thankful. It could've been your face on the ground.

Do you know how much those cost?

Actually, no.

And I don't care either. So, excuse me, I must get back to work.

-You will pay for this, you mad woman! -Oh, yeah?

What? Do you want me to go with you to buy new glasses?

Do you want me to pick ones of the same color?

What are you looking at, idiot?

Wait a minute. What the hell is this?

Listen, Cuqui. I packed that kid's clothes so that she leaves today.

Really, Mom? Could you please let it go?

What is this?

Cuqui, stop being such a fool!

Really, Minerva? Are you going to make a new scene?

Listen, Cuqui. All she wants is your last name and your ancestry.

But you know what? She'd better get off that cloud.

I won't let that low-class snake curl around your neck

and make you fall in love with her. No, sir!

It's always the same story with you, Mom.

You take my phone and block every woman who shows an interest in me.

Cuqui.

It is different this time.

Why?

Because I overheard when she was talking to her family!

She told them: "Yes, I want to settle down with Cuqui."

She told them she'd invite them here after that.

Can you believe it?

Wait, no, seriously? I think that's awesome.

Wait a minute.

I thought Cecilia was out of my league. Are you sure?

I swear it on your father's ashes!

I heard her with these ears that will be eaten by worms someday!

But you know what? That's not important.

Not even over my dead body!

I won't let that harlot steal your last name and your ancestry!

Here's the girl. She's the one to blame!

Hey, this gringo told me you punched him for no reason.

Ha! What a coward.

So, you're not just a harasser, you're also a liar.

Oh, yeah? Will you deny you punched me in the face?

Because you grabbed my butt, stupid gringo!

That is a lie!

I was lost.

I just stopped here to ask for directions.

I asked her and she attacked me.

She's a mad woman, officer.

Listen, you parroting oaf,

stop invading the track and beat it, would you?

Unlike you, I have work to do.

Not only did she hit me, she broke my glasses!

I am only seeking justice.

I'll go to the tourist office,

I'll demand to contact the embassy,

and I'll also contact INTERPOL if I have to.

Look, this man tried to get handsy with me and he lost.

Listen, kid.

Let's avoid any more trouble.

Just pay for this man's glasses and problem solved.

You want me to pay...

We cannot mess with tourists here. Do you understand?

Besides, this is no place for a woman to expose herself like this.

Much less wearing such skimpy shorts.

What are you implying, Bonilla?

Let me make something clear.

I am here doing decent work.

And it's my first day, too.

So, I don't even have any money to pay for this oaf's sunglasses.

Then, I'm afraid I have no choice, kid.

You're under arrest. I'll have to take you to the station.