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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

I won't even ask if you've missed me, little mermaid.

After so many missed calls, I guess you have.

What do you want?

Why are you mad at me, baby?

More like disillusioned.

I know. You're right.

It's all my fault. I should've answered your calls, but...

...I swear I had a good reason.

You may kiss the bride.

Oh, really?

What reason is that, according to you?

Well, we're expanding, baby. We're making our country grow.

We are creating new jobs.

Aw, that is so nice of you.

I bet you got here very tired after so much work, right?

Well, you're right about that, baby.

I've been replying to e-mails,

picking up mail, planning our inventory and budget,

running around,

but I can assure you you didn't leave my mind for a second,

-my Andean little mermaid. -Right.

I can only imagine.

On second thought, maybe I shouldn't.

Why do that when I can send for you

any day now so that we can see each other, right?

Where are you?

Well, it turns out you're in luck because I'm here.

We have to meet. I have something important to tell you.

Me too.

I am dying to talk to you, I can't wait...

to see you, breathe you, feel you.

Tell me where you are and I'll pick you up.

No. Send me the address and I'll meet you there tonight.

And since Ramona assured me she needs drivers with semi-trucks

to make overnight trips,

that's where we come in.

She won't have a choice but to hire us, bro.

Yes. Brilliant plan.

And who will visit who in jail

when the cops catch us jumping those fences?

Or do you think Mr. Tulio will just sit there?

No, wait, bro. No one is going to jail.

This is what we are going to do.

We will have The Doll back by early morning.

We're only stealing her for a few hours. It's practically a loan, right?

Steal The Doll and have her back each morning?

-Is that what you're saying? -Exactly.

Okay, now you've completely lost it, man.

Are you two planning a robbery in my place of work?

Stop jinxing the plan, Darío, it's actually pretty good.

I'm in if you are, bro.

Right on, babe!

My name is Nina.

-Nina. -Okay. Got it.

What? Do you want to go to jail, too?

No one is going to jail, man. Stop jinxing the plan.

Mrs. Blanca watches the parking lot every night.

Have you forgotten already?

And have you forgotten she likes her booze?

Oh, man! We've got booze and everything!

Okay, listen, guys.

Don't miss a detail.

This black ops mission must be a home run.

Cheers!

Bottoms up!

We have to replace the clutch hose, it's broken.

Crap! How can I get one now?

I have an hour and a half to deliver my cargo.

Why are you so worried? I can replace it right away.

Wait, Ceci. Are you sure you know what you're doing?

As sure as my name is Cecilia Araminta Briceño. Yes, sir, I am.

I will fix it and have it as good as new.

You know what? I'd better go see Mr. Sixto's boys.

They are real mechanics.

Come on. I'm a real mechanic, too.

I can fix any truck problem you throw at me.

Hold your horses, child. I told you not to get too cocky.

It's okay. Let her brag.

Hey, are you sure you can get my truck up and running?

Why don't you do me a favor, Mr. Guillermo?

Go grab a coffee and an empanada at Mrs. Mirta's.

Tell her it's on me.

Don't worry, man.

I'll have your truck up and running in no time.

You'd better, okay? Or else you'll regret it. Let's go.

I'm too busy right now, Peluche.

I already told you I only have job openings

for drivers who own a semi-truck.

Precisely, Mrs. Ramona. We are interested in the job.

We borrowed a truck for a few days to be able to work.

Where?

Where?

I borrowed it from my godfather's cousin who lives in Bogotá.

So, what do you say? Can I get tonight's shift?

So that you can go back on your word as you always do?

I don't have time.

Ma'am, don't bring up last night again because...

Go ahead, say what you mean.

Okay, you know what?

I'm out of patience. You can't even come up with an excuse.

Come on, Colágeno! I need a massage.

Colágeno!

Hey...

It's good to hear your voice, Chiqui.

I need you to do me a favor, Peluche.

For you? Anything you want, Chiqui.

Tell me. What can I do for you?

The truck of one of Renato's employees broke down in the middle of the road.

He doesn't know a thing about trucks and I want to show him I can fix it.

I would like to learn how to fix it, too.

I see. So, the guy has employees and all?

Ha! Great.

Well, yes, but that's irrelevant right now.

Hey, where did that name come from? Samuel Renato?

It sounds a bit fake.

Samuel Renato?

Well, first, you said his name was Samuel

and now you called him Renato, I don't get it.

Yes, I know. I just like using both names. Do you have a problem with that?

No, it's just weird. First, you gave me one name...

Okay, Peluche, are you going to help me or not?

Hello?

How are you, José? Listen, I need that quote urgently.

I want to remodel the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen.

Not true, José. She's not remodeling.

-I'm on a call, baby. -No.

Yes, the bathroom and our bedroom, too. The rest of the house is a dream.

The house is perfect.

-We can't do that here, baby. -It's okay.

Okay. Please send me that quote as soon as you can.

It's urgent, José. Thank you. Bye.

-Hey! -You want a new house, baby.

We haven't gotten the bill yet.

Besides, don't forget our dinner with the La Fonts is tonight.

Baby, about that, I wanted to tell you something.

I won't be able to make it to our dinner with the La Fonts.

What? Why, baby? We scheduled that dinner three months ago.

I know. You are absolutely right, but...

what I'm about to tell you is very serious.

Luciano's girlfriend is cheating on him.

-Paty? -Yes, he's a mess. Remember Paty?

But she looks as innocent as a nun.

Well, life is cruel like that.

He asked me to be there for him. He's my best friend.

I can't abandon him right now.

He begged me not to tell anyone.

But you know I could never keep a secret from you.

Okay. I've loosened it like you said.

Good. Be careful, though, Chiqui.

If you loosen the bolt too much, you'll get an oil leak.

Yes. I just realized that's what happens.

-Wait! -Okay, now, for the next step,

get some metal clips and shims to fix the clutch hose. All right?

I already taught you how to do that, so no problem there.

Oh, Peluche! Thank you so much. Really.

Seriously. You're always saving me, man.

You already know I'd do anything for you and even more than that.

Really, Fabián, thank you.

Okay, I have to go. The client needs his truck right now.

What do you mean?

Didn't you say he's your boyfriend's employee?

Right! Renato. I mean, yes. I forget sometimes.

But, seriously, thank you so much, okay?

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Okay, my phone's running out of battery, so I'd better go. Bye!

Bear in mind that this is a temporary fix. It won't hold for long.

Did you... Hello?

Hello, Chiqui?

What can I do for you, sir?

I want to know how much you're asking for The Doll, Mr. Tulio.

Why ask if you can't even afford her?

Who knows, Mr. Tulio? I might come into some money.

Don't you believe in miracles, sir?

That depends on the saint.

Do you know which saint works miracles?

The Patron Saint of Jobs! And you seem to be out of luck with him.

Ouch, Mr. Tulio. Don't be that way.

Go!

Go! I have clients to talk to.

Didier, man!

Time's up.

I keep waiting for you to pay me and nothing happens.

No. That's a no.

I don't run a charity, man. I run a business.

Why are you still here?

-Go! -Kind as always, Mr. Tulio.

-Go! -Fine. I'm going!

For God's sake, Didier.

Money has no friends, but you don't seem to have any either.

Are you sure it's 100 percent fixed?

It's more than fixed, good as new.

Well, in that case, I should hit the road.

Time's-a-wasting. Thank you.

It was my pleasure.

We're here to serve and over at Villa del Carmen, too.

The pleasure is mine.

Mr. Bonifacio.

-Have a safe trip. -See you soon.

So, Mr. Boni?

I think I'm ready to make my own trip.

For crying out loud, kid.

Barely out of the frying pan and into the fire?

Do you expect me to mop floors for the rest of my life?

Okay, fine.

Listen, I will check with dispatch to see if there's anything.

No, don't get your hopes up yet, okay?

-Yes! -Okay, stop.

A bit more respect, eh? These kids today.

You just wait.

He will learn how Briceños get when someone takes us for fools.

Are you sure?

Because you seem more excited than a fat kid in a candy shop.

Stop exaggerating, Ilse.

All I will do is follow your advice.

I can't deny my child his right to a father.

But that's as far as I go. It's as simple as that.

I get that, babe. But that's only your head talking.

It's obvious your legs turn to jelly at the thought

of seeing that man again.

Nonsense. I don't even feel a tingle.

Uh-huh. Then why are you getting all dolled up?

Nothing will happen.

There is no way in hell I'm sleeping with him again.

This is where he keeps The Doll's keys.

It's the yellow truck.

Don't worry.

You've only told me what I have to do about 20 times now.

Relax. I know the plan.

Keys and cars.

Did you bring the bottle?

Of course, bro.

-So? How about a pre-heist shot? -No.

Hold it right there.

We must do this right.

-You're so boring, man. -No. We're doing this right.

I've been waiting all day long to be this close to you.

How are you, Samuel?

Good. I mean, in a place like this, nothing but good things happen.

-Do you want anything to eat? -No.

What I have to tell you won't take long.

Okay, if you want to get back early because of your dad,

it's fine, I can drive you.

Stay a while longer.

You really are perfect, Ceci.

You are my little mermaid.

My freshwater little mermaid.

-Two minutes. -Okay.

Blanquita.

Hey, what's up?

Do you remember me?

I'm Nina, Mrs. Flor's niece.

-Oh, yes. How are you, child? -All good.

-How have you been? -So funny.

Good.

Listen, I agreed to meet with a friend nearby,

but I have a bit of an emergency and all the stores are closed.

Can I use your bathroom?

No, I'm sorry, child.

Honestly, Mr. Tulio doesn't allow strangers here.

Even less so at night.

Please. I won't take long, okay?

I've been holding it for so long, I might embarrass myself.

Oh, poor child. Okay.

I'll let you in, but try to be quick, okay?

-Yes. Don't worry. -Okay, hang on a second.

Let me unlock the door.

What did you say your name was?

-Nina. -Nina, right.

-Let me close the door. -Don't worry, I've got it.

-Just show me where the bathroom is. -Are you sure?

-Yes, I'm right behind you. -You know how?

-Yes. -Make sure to lock up.

Okay. Right behind you.

If you don't like them, I can change them, no problem.

I won't accept this.

Ceci, don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?

I know I didn't return a couple of calls,

but that's not enough to blacklist me.

I will give you one last chance.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

Well, what with spending all day working and thinking about you, honey...

-I don't have time for much else. -I see.

Because I got this hunch all of a sudden

that you really had something very important to tell me.

Like what, little mermaid?

Like maybe you have another woman.

Women always make up these scenarios in their heads

and I can never understand why.

We're foolish, right? As if we didn't have enough problems.

In that case, you are my favorite fool. Is that wrong?

Can I ask you a question?

You can ask me whatever you'd like.

Have you thought about having kids?

I'm ready when you are, little mermaid. I was born to be a dad.

Hello, Doll, baby.

We came to get you. Have you missed me?

-Who is the prettiest damn doll? -Shut up!

Hello, baby.

-Go remove that sign. -Okay.

Thank you.

You've just saved a life with that favor, I mean it.

You're welcome, child. Now let's go.

Hey...

You can see this office has a woman's touch.

You decorated it so nicely. Good job!

Yes, I know, thank you.

Okay, when did you say your friend would pick you up?

Oh, right! He just texted me, I forgot to check.

Oh, no.

This idiot always stands me up!

-What happened? Did he cancel? -Can you believe him?

In a text message.

He didn't even bother to call.

Just like that.

I swear I have the worst luck with men. It's not fair!

Men are always a handful, child.

Aren't they?

And here I was thinking this was the one.

The one who would finally lift this heavy loneliness.

But no.

-You know what? Let's drown our sorrows. -Oh, no.

Thank you, but I'm good.

Come on.

A toast doesn't hurt anyone, now, does it?

Besides, it's freezing out, so...

Well...

Why resist when you insist?

-I guess one drink won't hurt, right? -Wait!

Why don't you bring some glasses? We can toast as God intended.

I should, shouldn't I?

I'm sure we have a couple of small cups in the kitchen.

-I'll go get them. -Go.

I guess we will have to make do with these small cups.

No worries, Blanca, honey.

As long as it holds the booze, even paper cups would do.

All right.

Right on!

Okay.

Cheers.

Okay, then. Cheers!

My son... Thank you.

My son will be a real man.

A boy who enjoys life to the max, no matter what people say.

A heartbreaker.

So, you want your son to be a jerk.

Excuse me?

I want my son to pursue his goals.

Just like his father. What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

Get to the top, let everyone else rot, right?

-Okay, can you please calm down? -No, I can't.

Don't you think that's very selfish and deceiving?

Can you tone it down? Everyone is looking at us.

Good! Let them hear me!

And let them look, too. No one here puts food on my table!

And for your information,

I already know you're married.

Daddy is a married man?

No.

Er...

Bon appétit!

Wait, Cecilia!

Talk to me.

-Don't touch me. -Come on. Talk to me.

Please. Let's talk.

What are you going to say?

Are you going to keep treating me like a fool?

-Will you calm down and let me explain? -No.

Stop asking me to calm down. What explanation is there to give?

What? Did you forget to mention you had a wife?

That is not true.

Look at me, Samuel.

Look me in the eye and tell me it's not true.

I won't deny it, Ceci.

At least have the decency to admit that all you wanted was to sleep with me.

No!

-No. That is not true, Cecilia. -You're a liar.

Ever since I met you, everything you've told me was a lie.

Do you want me to tell you the truth?

When I met you, I was dating Tatiana.

You were engaged. It's not the same.

Then you showed up...

and in just a second, I fell in love with you, Cecilia.

That was it for me.

And, yes, I admit it, I messed up.

But be honest with me, had I told you the truth,

would you have given me a chance or even a second glance?

Do you know what the problem is?

I believed you actually loved me.

I do love you, Cecilia. I love you with all my heart.

I don't regret having lied to you and I refuse to apologize

because if I hadn't lied, we wouldn't be here today.

-You really are shameless. -Maybe you're right.

But ever since I met you...

Ever since I met you, I've been happy.

I experienced a genuine love, a healthy love.

I would love to believe you,

but I'm not as comfortable with lies as you are, Samuel.

Don't go.

Please don't go.

He was always so attentive.

He would say he loved me and all that sappy nonsense.

All lies!

He only wanted me for...

Well, you know what.

Oh, Nina, dear.

Men lie 50 percent of the time.

Oh! I'll toast to that.

Cheers. Oh!

But this is the last one.

Or I might end up getting as lit as a Christmas tree!

-This is great booze, isn't it? -I know, right?

Oh, my God, it's late! Let's go. I have to get back to work.

I have to keep watching this place.

Son of a gun!

But you don't get paid to do that.

Well, you have a point there, right?

Hey, you know what? Why don't you give me a hand?

I want to dedicate a song to this man,

but I'm not sure if it's too much.

I doubt I can help. I can't carry a tune to save my life.

Don't worry. It will only take a second.

You just need to listen to the lyrics.

-Ready? -No? Yes? Ah!

-I can't hear anything! -Hang on.

Ah!

This sounds like a dog fight.

Hang on. Listen to the lyrics.

Okay, bro. Let's go.

Good. Don't push her.

Hell yeah!

-We're out of here. -Yeah!

I don't understand a word they're saying!

Wait. Here comes the chorus!

Oh!

Lower it some more. A bit more.

-Good. -I see you barely made it.

-Mrs. Ramona! How are you? -Watch it, here she comes.

God, this is very nice. It all looks so organized.

You look very elegant.

And I know what you're doing. Save me the flattery, you're late.

Thanks anyway.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Ramona,

we had a small issue getting the truck to start.

But what matters is we're here, right?

You know us Briceños always keep our word.

Five more minutes and I would've given this to Culitorcido.

Here's your delivery note and the advance.

That's milk for Mr. Enrique's factory. They're expecting you. Go!

Okay. We're off.

See you later.

How did it go, babe?

Come on. Talk to me.

Did you tell him about the baby?

What is it?

Do you think...

sometimes I'm tempted...

to face Mr. Tulio and finally stand up to him

and tell him:

"Listen, Mr. Tulio!"

Oh, Jesus!

"Mr. Tulio..."

Oh! Mr. Tulio is here?

Look at us here! He's going to fire me!

He will fire me.

Yeah, right. He will never fire me.

Where will he find a slave like me?

Someone who does everything for him. Someone who works for free. Hmm?

Because I'm so crazy about him, I can barely think.

Oh, who would've thought, Blanca, honey?

I really...

have these urges...

to give it to him straight.

So that the bastard gets in line...

and stops taking advantage of me.

No, hang on. I really must stop you there.

Because we're talking apples and oranges here.

Yes, you can be in love with him all you want, but...

that doesn't give him the right to take advantage.

-It doesn't? -No.

What is that?

You know what that is? Your inner voice.

She's telling you to stop taking it and have some self-respect.

She's telling you you deserve to find some peace.

Yes. Some peaceful sleep...

You know what, Ilse? It's for the best.

I don't want my child to grow up with a father like that man.

He's a sexist, chauvinist pig and a liar to boot.

That's true, babe. Better get rid of what gets in the way.

My child needs a good father figure, and I am sure I can be both for him.

You will see. My kid will want for nothing.

Pass me the watch.

You need to realize something, though.

I know the man acted like a bastard, he was a jerk, etc.

I know you have every right to be mad.

But are you going to tell me you no longer have feelings for him?

Come on, it's me here.

Ha. Not even a tingle.

Oh, babe.

Okay, fine. Yes, Ilse.

It's not like you can turn off your feelings overnight.

But sooner or later, those feelings go away.

It just so happens I fell for the wrong man.

A man who's not for me.

The bastard I met last night, though?

I don't want him anywhere near myself or my child, Ilse.

Okay, the matter is officially closed, then.

Yes.

You know what?

Work is my main priority right now.

So that I can provide for my kid,

and once he grows up, he knows we pulled through by ourselves,

with no one's help.

Ha, who needs men?

Damn right! That's my friend talking.

That is Ilse Lulitza's friend. The future is female!

Okay, credit where it's due, Peluche.

The client from Bogotá called me this morning

and told me he loved your work.

He said you were polite and responsible.

He even congratulated me.

I'm glad to hear that, you know how I work.

Well, you know how Briceños work. Our word is our bond, Mrs. Ramona.

Get the money, Colágeno.

I have other overnight trips this week.

What do you say? Are you in?

Absolutely, ma'am.

Just name the time and date and I'll borrow the truck.

What are you staring at, Peluche?

Me?

No, Mrs. Ramona. I would never!

Just be on your way.

You blew your chance when you had it,

so I advise you to look elsewhere because this train has left.

I don't give second chances.

I only give second helpings of vengeance.

Good morning, Mr. Boni. How are you?

Why is Mr. Guillermo's truck here?

Listen, you know what I need you to do?

I need you to pack up your things and go.

What?

Wait a minute. Why are you talking to me like that?

-What's wrong? -What's wrong?

The truck you supposedly fixed yesterday broke down on the road.

See? Yesterday, late at night.

-But you saw I... -I saw nothing.

That semi was carrying fruits and all the load went bad.

The gentleman showed up very early this morning and insulted me.

Whose fault is that? Yours.

Wait, Mr. Bonifacio, you saw the truck started just fine.

And then it broke down.

You should be thankful I won't charge you for this

because the fault is all mine, okay?

For letting you touch that bloody truck in the first place!

But fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!

So, you're fired. Get out.

You had to see that place. There were international DJs,

there were balloons all over the place!

There was music, that smoke machine that goes like, shh!

You know, everywhere, there were lights. I mean, best production ever, I swear.

Visit my channel to check out the pictures and videos...

Hey! All good?

Check it all out there so that you can see the real stuff.

Let me introduce you to my friends.

How about that ride, eh? See you later, bastards!

Hey!

What's good, guys? You always show up out of nowhere.

Hey, what's up? Heading to Bogotá?

Yes, we have a class. Do you want to come?

To Bogotá?

Do you want to stay in this hellhole forever?

No, obviously not.

But my dad's driver should be here any minute now...

Um... Besides, I have a class this afternoon.

Why make it there so early? It's boring, you know?

But we can go together.

Oh?

-You make a good point. -Come on, man.

Yes or no? If you don't want to come, we won't beg you.

Chill, Dani, man. You know what? Let's go.

-Yes? -Hell yeah. Let's go!

Hey, wait!

Jesus!

You see...

that's how I like to get in convertibles.

You have no idea. I do the same with my dad's cars.

Well, I just emptied my locker.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

But there's one thing I don't agree with, Mr. Bonifacio.

Why fire me after one mistake?

I didn't fire you over that.

-No? Then why? -For opening your big mouth.

For boasting about being some mechanic.

No, sir, I did not.

I fixed that semi with the resources at hand and it worked.

You just patched it up. That's no fix, that's a Band-Aid.

So that the truck can make it to a repair shop.

It was not good enough to have her make a whole trip.

Look, you can be as willing as you want,

you can have all the motivation,

but you are not a mechanic, child. You and I both know that.

-Let's accept the truth. -Sure.

You only say that because I'm a woman, don't you?

If you were talking to a dude,

you wouldn't ride him about this as you're doing me.

You know what? Keep your job.

Good luck finding someone who can stand you.

Hello?

Excuse me, a reality show?

No, sir, I think you got the wrong number.

I haven't sent any audition tape of me singing.

I was holding a broom?

At a restaurant?

All this sadness

I would surrender to you

The very last breath of my life

Yes, fine, that was me.

No, absolutely not.

I won't audition for any garbage show.

And don't worry, I'll make sure to talk to the person who sent the video, okay?

Have a nice day.

That is sexist.

You warned me that they wouldn't take me seriously

because I'm a woman.

I know, babe. Mr. Boni really is a stubborn old man.

Imagine not paying attention to a mechanic such as yourself?

With all the experience you have.

Okay, stop making fun of me.

I only followed instructions and the truck worked in the end.

-So, someone else gave you the answers. -No.

Yes. No. Kind of.

Do you honestly think a real mechanic,

a pro at their job, actually needs to follow instructions?

-No. -There you go.

Okay, listen. You have the attitude.

That's one point in your favor.

But you've admitted to yourself that you're no expert, right?

What are we here for if not to learn? Am I right or what?

Okay, fine. You are right.

Now I need to get another job.

Come here, babe. You need a tight hug.

Damn.

You Andean types are very dramatic, aren't you?

What you need to do is bow your head down like this,

go back to Mr. Bonifacio with your head down,

tell him you want your job back and it'll happen.

Just like that. Zero pretense.

Mrs. Amal... Oh!

What? Did you burn...

Why the hell did...

Didn't you tell me you had deleted that clip?

Did you delete it after you sent it to some network?

I want an explanation right now.

Calm down, Toronja.

How did you find out?

They just called me from that reality show!

They want me to audition and God knows what else!

Really? That means you made it to the next round!

-I knew it! -Listen, Mrs. Amalfi.

Stop evading my question.

I demand to know why you're doing this to me.

Who gave you the right to betray my trust?

No, Toronja, honey.

I didn't betray you.

First, let me apologize, okay?

But, you see, I knew if I told you, you would get like this.

You know, mad. As you are right now.

You know what?

I couldn't let that gorgeous voice stay trapped in this kitchen.

Can't you see, Toronja? People need to hear your voice.

Well, they will have to die waiting

because I refuse to sing or go to a singing competition.

Oh? And why not?

And let everyone in town see me make a fool out of myself?

Look at me! Never!

You do know the winner gets a huge amount of prize money, right?

How much would that prize money be?

I would guess enough to get The Doll back

and get your family out of this mess.

You don't say.

What? We're here?

Hey, man, are you sure that's where your class is?

Please. I know the university.

Excuse me, Ra.

Sure, honey.

It's so cool you caught a ride with us, Pipe.

I don't know how you come up with so many jokes.

And you've seen nothing yet! I have more, but...

I save them so you never get bored.

When do you get out?

Er, I don't know...

Let's say, around 6:00?

-Hey, me too! -Cool!

Why don't we meet at the main hall?

The main hall?

-Okay? -Uh, okay.

But why can't we just meet here?

-Oh, sure. That works too. -Cool.

-So, see you here at 6:00. -Okay.

-Okay. See you later? -Right.

You'll give her a ride home then?

Okay.

Wait, what? What did you say?

Oh, damn.

Didn't I tell you the plan would work?

You should talk more often

if all your ideas are as brilliant as this one.

Anytime, man. One condition, though.

Metacha needs to come with us.

Because we managed to fool Blanca thanks to her.

She's a riot, isn't she?

And pretty too. Isn't she?

I mean, pretty, like, pretty pretty? Well...

What? Don't tell me you didn't try to hook up with her when you met her?

No, what are you saying? Nina's my buddy. That's it.

Yeah? When has that ever stopped you?

No, well, never.

But don't you think she needs a bit of meat on her?

Right, because you're a stud yourself.

You know I like my women curvy, with more meat to grab.

Nina might have her charms, but she's kind of flat.

An ant has more ass than she does.

What did you say? Who are you talking about?

I hope it was not a woman.

Women deserve respect. Watch that mouth.

Your mama taught you better than that.

Why don't you do something useful instead?

Get some money to pay the bills or buy some food.

Godmother?

Would this tide us over for 20 days?

Or 21 days, maybe even 22?

Holy Mother of... What is this?

We need that today, man.

Okay, fine.

-Mr. Bonifacio. -Why are you here?

Did you forget to yell at me some more?

No, sir, I did not.

On the contrary, I came to apologize

because I know I was very rude to you this morning.

Okay, I'm listening.

You were right.

The truck broke down

because I didn't know how to fix the engine properly and...

it was my fault that it broke down.

Okay, apology accepted. You can go now.

Okay, fine, you are right.

How could you let a woman fix a truck when she barely knows how an engine works?

What? Did you just discover water is wet?

Ah? Ha.

Well, Mr. Bonifacio, in any case, no one will convince me

I can't drive a semi-truck.

But if I need to start from the bottom and work my way up to do it, then I will.

Well, I call that progress.

If I need to take a truck mechanic's course or do anything else,

then I want to do it.

Really?

I don't know what to do with you, child, because, honestly...

No, wait, I swear it by Our Lady of Mount Carmel!

But, first, I need you to do me a favor.

What?

I need you to give me another chance.

Listen, child, the problem with you is you have such a short temper,

I don't know if you can take criticism without lashing out.

I swear on my family, who are the most precious thing I have,

I won't say a word.

I will shadow you in silence so that you can teach me.

Okay. Fine.

Go get changed.

Be warned, though.

You won't leave today until you learn what a clutch hose is

and how to fix it.

-Understood? -I promise.

-Okay. -Thank you.

-You promised, okay? -Yes, sir.

Where did you get this money?

We made a trip for Mrs. Ramona last night, Godmother.

They paid us well, see?

This is enough to pay all the bills,

plus the groceries we owe and more!

And we'd still have some left.

Thank God and Peluche, ma'am.

Do you think we can afford a ticket to the coast?

To go see Chiqui?

Do you think I can finally meet this Samuel Renato?

I think so.