All language subtitles for A.La.Mala.2015.LIMITED.720p.BluRay.x264-USURY

Hi.

An Esperanto, please.

Thanks.

Sorry!

- I spilt it on you.
- Don't worry, no problem.

My friends were probably going
to spill their drinks on me anyway.

It's not the same for a friend
to spill a drink on you

and a stranger to do so.

Well...

Hi.

I'm Jeronimo.

Hi, Jeronimo.

See? We're not strangers anymore.

No, we're not.

I'm Maria Laura. Mala, for short.

Really?

How mala, or cruel, are you?

- Not the first time you hear that.
- No.

- Terrible joke, by the way.
- Sort of.

You were drinking...

Tequila.

It won't bite, it's just a puppy.

Come on.

I'm the one who bites.

- I swear he talks.
- No way!

Really, Mala. He talks.

- I don't believe it.
- He told me clearly...

I'm going to castrate you,
you son of a bitch!

What's up, darling? Weren't you away?

Stop playing the fool.
My friends warned me.

What are you talking about, darling?

Who were you with?

Me? Just now?

Martita, Juan's girlfriend. Our neighbor.

Martita my balls, idiot.

This is Mala Medina.

Hi.

- Thanks.
- Back at you.

This isn't Jeronimo's fault.

The poor guy is a creep...

Like all men.

They can't help it, it's in their DNA.

Just like leaving the toilet seat up,

looking right through a woman's clothes

and burping once
they get to know you better.

Careful, there.
Before we get into any argument,

I don't do this to screw them over.

I do it for the money.

I'm a professional.

I'm not a prostitute or a detective.

That's different.

It all began thanks
to my best friend's boyfriend.

I swear he's cheating on me, I swear.

8 MONTHS EARLIER

- Rafa isn't cheating on you.
- Hi.

Sure he is.

- All men are creeps.
- Yes, they all are.

Except your boyfriend.

Okay, is your boyfriend a guy?

- Obviously.
- Then he's a creep.

See?

You drank all the milk.

Oh, no! You know what happened?

We drank our milk

from our fridge

in our apartment.

Didn't you bring your own milk
from your place?

That's what rent's for.

How many months do you owe?

Didn't you have an audition?

They gave the role to William Levy again.

It's a musical, he can't even sing.

Just like you, incomplete actors.

Listen, I don't sing

because I'm a real actress.

- Trained professionally...
- Not again!

Okay, okay. I heard you.

So, we were discussing
what a creep your boyfriend is.

Oh, my God.

Yesterday, I dreamed
that I got bitten by a spider.

I was speaking Swedish.

Rafa didn't understand a word. Not a word.

That's obvious.

From a psychoanalytical
point of view, I mean.

See? He's cheating on me, Mala.

I have to go.

I'm late.

Stop being so paranoid, you're nuts.

- Are you going to an audition?
- Yes, two of them.

I'll probably get something today.

Kika, I promise I'll pay the rent I owe.

- Bye.
-It's two months.

There you go. Let's do it.

With Tampix,

you always feel good.

Good.

Good, good, good.

No, wrong.

Could you say it a bit less disheartened?

- Sure.
- With a bit more joy,

enthusiasm, energy.

Okay.

Think "fresh." Think "fresh."

With Tampix,

you always feel good.

Look, you're giving me...

The graveyard version.

I need it to be like at a fair. You know?

Kids, horses, balloons.

Elephants. Cotton candy.

Sorry, but...

What woman feels cotton-candy happy

when she's on her period?

Come on, nobody does. It's impossible.

I know.
I'm a woman, and I know about these things.

Sure.

- Thanks a lot, Maria Fernanda.
- Maria Laura.

You have to imagine a bear
coming from this side.

What do you do? You get scared and jump

and hide. You say,

"No bear, wait! Don't eat me, don't eat me!"

But since it doesn't understand...

You're here, you jump up,

and when you get here,
what do you discover?

- You're an actress, aren't you?
- Yes.

Think of a color. What will you discover?

That the mattress is what?

Simply perfect.

Then the bear goes...

It doesn't understand Spanish,
because it's American.

An American bear.

What? I wasn't born on stilts, so what?

Maria Laura Medina.

- Hi.
- Hi.

The creative team and
agency director are waiting.

Recording, sir.

Action.

More seductive, please.
I need you to seduce him.

You love the guy, he's a god.
You want to be with him.

More, more seductive. Fill both glasses.

- Maria Laura, the glasses.
- Yes.

A bit faster.

Look into his eyes, please.

I'll look at him after I pour the drinks.

Your hand is on the label,
scoot it over a bit.

The other glass, too. Rhythm, I need speed.

Show the product.

- Are both glasses full?
- Yes, they are.

Now, sit on his lap.

Holding the glass.

You're covering his face.

We need to see him. Don't cover him.

Slip your hand underneath...

Pretend you want to get him drunk
and take him home.

Move your hand.
You won't take him home like that.

- Show the glass.
-Try to get him drunk.

- Lower.
- I can't see his face.

Here is the glass, I'm taking him home.

Maria Laura, cut. Cut, cut.

You guys can't be serious.

What you want isn't possible.

You all speak at the same time.

You want the glass, the brand,
sit down, seduce him.

It's impossible, ridiculous!

It's advertising, sweetie.

I know it's advertising, but...

It's impossible.

See? You have to hire professionals.

This naturalism style doesn't work.

Listen, you piece of steak.

Unlike you and those tall booties out there,

I studied four years
of dramatic literature and theater.

Three advanced acting workshops.

Two text analysis courses...

You're one of those straight-A students

who nobody invited to parties, aren't you?

What does that have to do...

Look, I don't know much
about advanced acting,

but I do know, my dear...

Maria Laura, that men are attracted by sight.

We doth need New Sheep here.

Who's the nosy guy?

He owns the company, he's the client.
Let's go.

We need visual attraction.

That is, a pair of hooters to sell tequila.
Period.

- Fine.
- You know,

I doubt they'll be calling you.

I'm not interested anyway.

Bravo, bravo!

Keep filling television
with chauvinist content.

That's how far your brains go!
I can't believe it.

I think she's great.

She's great.

RESERVED FOR CEO
Esperanto Tequila

CEO

Here's your visual attraction, creep.

Tell them I'm on my way.

To wait for me there.

Your exes, sir.

They're always so thoughtful.

Good luck with your hooters!
Meryl.

At least this one can spell.

According to this article,

According to this article,

if chicks do these exercises when they pee,

they can tighten their...

Shit, they should teach this
in public schools.

Why doesn't he use his own bathroom?

You expect me to go all the way
over there and back?

I expect you to go all the way to your house

and not come back.

- You didn't get anything?
- Nothing.

To top it off,

the client turned out to be
a chauvinist tramp-screwer

who sent me to hell

because I'm an actress.

Can you believe it?

You're right.

All men are creeps.

- See?
- Of course we are.

But that's your fault. You corner us.

If a woman corners you,
it's to get her purse back!

Look who's talking.

Last time you saw a naked guy,
Facebook wasn't invented yet.

Of course it was!

Or was it Myspace?

This quiz is perfect for you.

Kika. Love test.

"Are you pushing him to be unfaithful?"

That's the quiz.

Has he asked you to take
the initiative in bed?

Okay... When an exuberant woman
walks by, what does he do?

Pablo, listen...

Someone called
from your neighborhood mall.

They need you back.

Why would I leave?

You can't pay the rent,
I'm going to move in with Kika.

- You don't say.
- Aren't I?

- What's that?
-It's a check. For you.

No, Kika. I'm getting my paycheck
on Friday from the theater.

- I'm hiring you.
-Hiring me for what?

I want you to put on an act for Rafa.

Put on an act?

What kind of act?

I want you to hit on him.

You want her to hit him?

And...

And...

If he flirts back,

let me know.

I'll break up with him.

Do you really think that any guy,
creep or not,

would say no to that?

Hit on poor little Rafa, go on.

Kika, don't be stupid.

He's not such a stud.

Rafa truly loves you.

If you start pulling this crap,

he'll pull it, too.

Maria Laura, please. Help me.

- No.
- Please!

Just this once.

Listen. I'll do it.

I swear that if he doesn't flirt back,

I'll never use that bathroom again.

Thanks, so long.

- Sorry. Man!
- How embarrassing.

- Rafa.
- Mala.

I can't believe it, what are you doing here?

I have a construction site here.

- What about you?
- I have an audition nearby.

I had some time to spare, so I came here.

Great.

Shall we sit?

Yeah, Kika is the best!

I don't know what I'd do without her.

She helps me all the time.

And I feel guilty afterwards.

Why?

- Kika adores you.
- I know, and I adore her back.

I mean, I'd never do anything
bad to her, but...

- Forget it.
- What?

Did you have a fight?

No, not at all. This...

It's no big deal.

Rafa...

I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea.

Swear you won't.

Sure. I swear.

And please don't say anything to Kika.

Okay, I won't.

A few days ago,

I dreamed that a spider bit me.

And then, you came along

and killed it.

Then, I looked at you,

and...

No, forget it.

Hey, don't leave me hanging.
Tell me the rest.

- This is embarrassing.
- What next?

Okay, whatever.

Just that you came along

and we kissed, and then...

That's it.

It was just a dream, right?

It doesn't mean that
I want to kiss you or anything.

Really, Mala?

Look, I got goose bumps.

- I dreamed of you, too.
- Really?

What did you dream?

Look, that doesn't matter.

Come on, we can make
our dreams come true.

Kika is going out of town next week.

We can meet then and talk about it.

Next week, you mean?

Yes.

You should have refused.

Said that it was stupid.

I refused.

And I told him it was stupid.

Well, he's a creep.

And it's not just the cheating.

Any idiot who says we have
to make our dreams come true

to get into someone's pants

-doesn't deserve you.
- Listen.

We're out of toilet paper.

You're right, Kika.

I shouldn't have done it.

And I'll never, ever do it again.

Ever.

- Please, Mala?
- No.

Please.

Danny is my favorite cousin.

I said no.

I did it once, and it was for you.

I'm getting married in two months,
I need to know.

Congratulations!

No.

Mala, please.

Please, Mala.

You have to choose one.

They're the same.

- I'll be right back.
- Yes, dear.

- My goodness.
- Are you all right?

I don't know...

I have something in my eye. This is terrible.

Should I blow on it?

Yes, thanks.

That's it!

How nice, thanks.

Your eyes are so gorgeous

that I'd get stuck in them, too.

The guy Danny was going to marry

turned out to be a real scumbag.

Scoreboard, 0 to 2.

But Danny married him anyway.

I suppose some people

prefer to shut their eyes and not see.

Danny told her friend Karla about me.

And, uh-oh. She got a double surprise.

Karla's boyfriend also
turned out to be a creep.

Karla told her boss,

and her boss wanted to know

if the sales manager
who'd been hitting onto her for a year

was a freak or a decent guy.

So, my services diversified.

Our company arrived in Mexico for good.

We've had

great penetration.

Market penetration, that is.

Our clients are satisfied.

So, our insemination is very good.

Our dissemination.

Do you have any questions?

Do you have samples?

Yes, I can sample you.

Show you the samples.

- The catalog.
- Of course.

What size prick? Pick.

You can pick the size from the samples.

- Yes.
- Let me bring the catalog.

Excuse me.

His mommy.

Check it out.

He's an organ donor.

Here he comes!

Here's the catalog.

- What a beautiful view.
-Isn't it?

Beautiful boob.

I mean, lube.

Beautiful view.

The big surprise was that the sales manager

didn't tum out to be such a freak.

Just a bit awkward
when it came to enunciation.

She ended up moving in with him.

The boss told her neighbor
Susana about me.

Susana is a nerd who wanted
to nail her brother's best friend.

He didn't pay attention to her.

After I explained the reason why,

she understood and was so satisfied

that she recommended me on
Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.

TRANSFER COMPLETE

And...

The rest is history.

Another one?

How long are you going to keep this up?

Until her acting career takes off?

She's going to look like a prune.

- I'm going to bed.
- Bye.

I suppose Pablo was right,

but something else happened first.

Let's see.

It's not good.

The infection has spread.

As you can see,
the virus is all the way to the bone.

The problem is it's growing exponentially.

At this rate, the point of no return...

But we have so little information.

- We need more time.
- There is none.

There must be a mistake.

It's impossible.

The tests must be wrong,
they can't be mine.

They are yours.

You have to know that at this rate,

the time you have left is...

I know.

A few weeks.

I know.

I'm sorry.

It won't beat me.

Cut!

Thanks, cut.

Congratulations.

You're the best they've auditioned.

- Really?
- I bet it's a family talent.

Oh, good.

Very good.
You found the perfect combination

between strength and vulnerability.

You did very well, congratulations.

How nice. I admire all your work.

Well, I didn't like your movie that much,

but your shows are great.

Mala.

- Come to my office.
- Yes, sure.

Let me get a photo first.

I have lots of them in my office,
I'll give you some.

- Thanks, bye. Nice meeting you.
- Eugenio,

why can't you be normal?

Thanks a lot.

Congratulations, Dr. Hurtado.

Thank you, bye.

What are you doing?

Do you have time to do the show?

Of course you do, right? Right.

Yes, I think I do.

I have a few projects on standby.

- A children's play.
- That's great!

Can you sing? Sure, you can!

We could consider the theme song as well.

It's not a musical play.

Singing makes me a bit tense.

- Is that a problem?
- Not at all.

The important thing is that
you're perfect for the role.

I'd sign the contract right now,
if it were up to me.

Perfect.

But first we have to do
a few things, you know.

There's a callback,
design your look, and so on.

Of course.

Afterwards, I'll be needing you

to solve a little issue with an ex-boyfriend.
Right?

What?

My ex. You'll go to him,

make him fall for you, and then dump him.

Sorry, I don't get it.
There's an ex-boyfriend?

Mala, save yourself the embarrassment.

I know all about you.

I need that guy to go through
everything I went through.

He deserves it, I swear.

Once he's in the dumps,

I come along, casually,

and mend his broken heart.

Someone has to be the thorn
that takes out another thorn.

Right? Right.

Look, Patricia.
I don't know what you were told about me,

but my job as an actress is one thing,

and that other thing is...

Completely different.

I still have some dignity.

And principles.

Thanks, excuse me.

Too bad.

You were such a talented actress.

It was your chance
to stand out from the rest.

Where's your play showing?

At a little theater, sure.

I hope you have a long season, dear.

Shut the door, honey. Thanks, bye.

- Patty...
- Patricia, dear.

Patricia.

Sit down.

You have a brilliant future.

"A."

Stop.

"Ho."

Say a real letter.

What's wrong with it?
A lot of words start with "ho."

- Like what?
- Well, for example...

Actresses who sleep
with the producer's ex-boyfriend

and quit doing children's theater.

What's wrong with you?

I never sleep with any of them.

You should.

Come on, Mala.

This thing about making a dude fall for you,

just to dump him later, is shit.

So what?

City, Homeland. See?

Last night, I dreamed you didn't have eyes.

So?

It means you can't see what you're doing.

- Color, hot purple.
-It's just a job, like any other.

But if I do this right...

Last name with "Ho."

...I'll get the main character
in an incredible series.

Animal, hog.

Really. What's wrong with that?

Patricia wants that guy.

I help them get back together.

Everybody wins.

I bet this dude deserves to be let down.

Thing, home.

What are you going to do?

Do you have a plan?

If you pull out this wire, it won't ignite.

When you put it back, it'll work again.

Okay, let's try.

- Unplug it.
- I unplug it...

That's it?

That's strange.

Martha, my car won't start.

Ask them to send me help, please.

Thanks.

It's probably the injection sensor.

The same thing happened to a friend.

Meryl Streep! It's been so long.

Sorry?

Sorry?
Did you forget that you busted my tires?

Don't go thinking that I busted your tires.

Of course not.

It was Meryl Streep,
she even autographed my car.

Actresses are dangerous.

You know what's really dangerous?

Tramp-screwing chauvinist pigs.

They only think with...

Something else, not their brain.

Thanks to what you did,

I missed signing an important contract.

The kind that takes six months' work
by the brain, not something else.

Did you know that the big-breasted girl
you chose for your ad

got two main roles on TV?

Really?

I really know how to pick them.

Especially for casting boobs and booties

that come out in soap operas.

- Good work.
- Okay, stop!

We're even.

All right, Meryl?

All right. And my name is Maria Laura.

- Sure.
- Friends call me Mala, like "cruel."

Do you need me to help you with your car,

or can you do it yourself?

You know about engines?

A bit.

Let me check it out.

Be my guest.

Ready.

It was the injection sensor.

That happens sometimes.

Rarely, but it does happen.

Go ahead, start it.

What were you saying?

No, go on. Start the engine.

That's what I'm doing. It's a touch ignition.

But it won't start.

- No, it won't start.
- Really?

Let me check again, open the hood.

I think your specialty is busting up tires.

You know what it is?

It's the... The card. The system card.

What system?

The system

of the engine.

What else?

You Okay?

Yes. A wire got stuck, but I'll get it.

- What was that?
- Nothing.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

Tell me what you have against my cars.

What do you mean, you can't?

Of course you can.

Right? Right.

The thing is...

He hates me and I hate him.

I met him at an audition.

He was really uncool to me.

Sol busted all his tires.

And just now, I broke his car.

Mala, the contract is on its way.

It's almost ready.

All you ever dreamed of and more, dearie.

Where will he be tomorrow?

Do you like classical music?

- Yes.
- Obviously not.

It's the Van der Linden Foundation.

Surprisingly, the lady with
Mr. Van der Linden is his wife.

Maybe you'd like to tell that
to your friend so she can tweet it.

I didn't bring her for conversation.

What a relief, sir.

- I'm going to check that.
-Go ahead.

Girl, cover up.

What's with him?

Are these seats taken?

- Go ahead.
- Thank you.

- What are you staring at?
- Excuse me.

Okay.

Take it and trash it.

What are you doing here?

No. What are you doing here, Mala Medina?

- You're following me.
- What?

- Hey, I'm a fan of your tequila.
- Really?

I never get hangovers, dude.

- Have you two met?
- No.

- From magazines.
- I hadn't had the pleasure.

- Santiago.
- Hi.

- This is Pamela.
- Hello.

- Hi there.
- Dude, what a...

So, you know about engines
and you're a Rachmaninoff fan.

- Right?
- Yes.

- His Second Concerto is my favorite.
- Really?

Did you know that Frank Sinatra has
a song based on the first movement?

You don't say.

Listen, Santi.

I don't know if it was the light,
the wind, or an intruder,

but there's something in my eye.

Can you check and see?

- There's nothing in it.
- Yes, there is.

Look.

Thanks, what a darling.

- So then...
- Santi.

Sorry, I can't open it.

- Will you open it for me?
- Sure.

- What's wrong with this girl?
- Here it is.

Thanks, what a dear.

Listen.

You're a darling. Thank you so much.

If he only knew the music you like.

I was drunk, I told you.

And it was the only song they had.
Get over it.

You almost tattooed the lyrics on your ass.

His date is really hot.

No kidding, this is excellent.

What? Stop looking at me like that.

I thought we were going to a rock concert.

- You look like Pokémon, idiot.
- These are my "Kill Bills."

- Original.
- Sure.

- Concentrate on your job.
- I'm concentrated.

- I have a plan all drawn up.
- Really?

I doubt this guy will fall
for the spilt drink trick.

I know.

Let's see, Tarantino.

- Did you bring your shades?
- Yes.

- Take them out and put them on.
- But...

This is what we'll do to justify
your Tweety Bird outfit.

Now your name is Bobby Llanos.

You're a...

Director.

He's about to direct Jay Z's new video

at the Teotihuacán pyramids.

Right? Tell them, Bobby.

Yeah, it's this video

with a certain gangster style.

No.

Mixed with...

Mixed with...

An Aztec warrior.

Vintage pop.

We're searching for the chick, the actress...

- No!
- Yes.

To play the priestess.

On the pyramid, right?

The visual attractive.

- No.
- Yes.

- No!
- Yes.

- Shut up!
- Okay.

Shut up.

I love Jay Z.

I'm Jay Z's biggest fan ever.

- Really?
- Yes, I love him.

- I didn't know you liked hip-hop.
- I love hip-hop.

Kill Bill. I love it.

When are you casting for the video?

A creator like myself is constantly casting.

Now I need to fill my body,
not necessarily my spirit.

As a model, I understand
about spiritual things.

There are some snacks
and wieners over there.

- Some what?
- Hors d'oeuvres.

I'll come with you. Let's go.

- Santi.
- Yes?

You don't mind, do you?

No.

Relax, I'll take good care of her.

Venezuelan.

I love her,

wagging her tail like a puppy at a bone.

Alvaro. Make sure Mr. Ojeda doesn't
drink too much if he's driving.

I'll probably have to call him a cab.

What should we do?

Let's go kick cars?

Sure.

You bring the car and I'll bring the legs.

- Snack?
- No, thank you.

I'll have one.

Thank you.

So will I.

Let me put this here for a minute.

Thank you.

So, you like Sinatra.

- My dad and he were friends.
- Really?

They used to go fishing together
in Vallarta.

No, no. Wait a second.

Don't stick your tongue out quite so far.

- What?
- To seduce me.

Or else it looks like you're licking crumbs.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Sure you do.

That glance, your puckered-up mouth.

Your licking your lips.

It'd work better if you looked
into my eyes first,

then at my mouth,
and then you licked your lip.

Well, I think you're misinterpreting me.

- Am I?
- Yes.

It's hard to misinterpret
your "Venezuelan" friend.

Before the concert, he was
from a local neighborhood.

He took Pamela away
so you could do your tongue bit.

Okay, let's take it in steps.

I'm here because I like Rachmaninoff.

- Really?
- Really.

Okay, which version of his
Second Concerto do you have?

The one by

the symphony orchestra...

Of Narnia? No, of Ridicule.

Okay.

- You want to know the truth?
- Yes.

It's just that I'm trying to learn.

Because I recently got a role

as a pianist who is terminally ill.

Satisfied?

You might be used to all women
coming on to you,

but that's not my case.

- No, not all of them.
- No.

But you are.

- No.
- No?

- No.
- Okay, then I'll come on to you.

Let's go to my apartment.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry.

You could have just said no.

How embarrassing, I'm sorry.

- Don't worry.
- My goodness.

Listen, Santi...

You spilt your drink on him?

What happened to your plan?

Is he handsome?

Well, he's no Pablo, but he isn't bad.

For God's sake, Pablo.

He's a lot better than you.

- You like him.
- You like him.

Of course not.

He has to fall completely in love with me.

If I had gone to his place,
we would have done it,

and he'd never love me.

That's logical.
Since you didn't sleep with him,

he's head over heels for you.
Good, very good.

I don't get it.

If you sleep with them,
they don't fall for you.

If you don't, they don't either.

Kika.

We're complex.

Oh, please!

See? That's why we're single.

And then you go and dream
that you slept with this guy.

What do you mean?

- You dream that you and I do it?
- I don't dream it.

I dreamed it once, and it was a nightmare.

- Can we change the subject?
- No.

Not until you tell me what it was like.

Really passionate, right?

There, stop it!

Tell us how you're going to make
this dude fall for you.

Pam.

Your phone.

What do you mean, no?

I just changed my ringtone to a song by...

Jay Z. Right?

Sorry, someone else took up
the offer of sleeping over.

Good for her.

Listen, I'm calling about something else.

Your phone.

- Besides that.
- My shirt, to have it cleaned.

What I really need is...

To understand Rachmaninoff.

Okay. Do you have something to write with?

Hold on.

Okay, go ahead.

W-W-W...

Dot, Wikipedia, dot com.

Wow, you're so funny.

I'm serious.

But there's a little problem.

What?

If you want to be with me,
come over to my place.

Why are broads so complicated?

For God's sake.

I'm really not trying to hit on you.

Okay, Mala Medina.

See you tomorrow
to give you your phone back.

And to talk about Rachmaninoff.

If that's how you want it, fine.

Call me around 1:00. Good night.

- Listen, Santi.
- What?

Will you lend me your box
at the stadium for a concert?

Yes.

Listen.

- Will there be Dom?
- Sure.

Last time, there wasn't any.

The driver is waiting downstairs.

- What?
- What, what?

- You're a creep.
-You know the drill, Pam!

No!

I don't know anymore.

Why do you like music?

I can explain that to you with the records.

Let's go to my place
and you'll be satisfied...

Look, Santiago.

That's not why I'm here.

No, of course not.

You're here to learn about
a pianist who is terminally ill.

You'll do that by talking to a businessman

who produces tequila.

Okay.

You know what? You're right.

I'll look it up on Wikipedia.

Thanks.

Please. Thanks.

I can't explain it to you.

What can't you explain to me?

Why I like music.

But I need to know.

- Let's play the music game.
- Okay.

But we both know where this is heading.

Believe me, it's not heading
where you think.

Give me a few days to understand
someone who knows about music.

And I'll go on my way.
I'll leave you alone. Really.

Mala, I have work.

I'm opening the Canadian market,
the company needs me.

- I can't take any days off.
- No, no.

They don't have to be consecutive days.

What if we end up in bed?

Will you pay for my tires?

Obviously.

Even the cleaners.

One week, discussing music.

Sir.

Rachmaninoff, or "Rach" to his friends,

was an incredible pianist.

He was a romantic.

He was tormented.

He was an idealist.

He said he tried to make music
that went directly to the heart

without passing through the brain.

He also said, "If you want to know me,

"listen to my music."

It sounds like this.

His life's story

is very sad.

Nothing but absence.

He used to say that music
should give relief.

It should rehabilitate mind and soul.

It should reveal that which is simplest,

the emotions of the heart.

Can you hear it?

What about you?

Don't tell me you're passionate
about those overbearing auditions.

No.

I hate them.

But when things work out,

when I get a role,

I don't know, something different happens.

Suddenly, the curtain goes up,

or they say, "Action,"

and it's as if a new place
and time come into being.

Things that were once made of cardboard

turn into stone

or wood.

And then suddenly,

the audience is gone.

And the cameras are gone.

There is nothing but the present
that you're creating.

You know the best part?

I stop being myself.

I can say nonsense

or do crazy stuff.

I can be free.

I don't know, seeing it

is different from making it happen.

Making it happen?

I'm going to show you something.

What's all this?

It's a music school.

The first one.

I'm financing a music education program.

We're starting in Mexico City,

but I'd love to build one in every state.

So that kids who can't
attend private schools

have a chance to play with music.

To learn and have fun.

We just might find that we have
geniuses hidden away.

Not just for soccer.

I got six companies working with me.

We're going to have nine pianos,
45 computers, violins, cellos.

- Really?
- Yes, we're hiring teachers.

The cafeteria will be down there.

The idea is to set up
some tables and benches here

for the kids to relax and get some air.

It's beautiful.

Why don't you play an instrument,

if it's so important to you
for others to learn?

No.

The most important thing is that
20 years from now, a kid

will be able to direct
the London Philharmonic

or the Philadelphia Orchestra.

Or the Oz Orchestra, I hear it's very good.

It's very good,

especially now that
the Scarecrow is soloist.

Santiago...

I'm going to show you something
that is practically done.

- Hi.
- Hello.

How's everything?

This is the concert hall.

Do you like it?

This is unbelievable.

You know that, don't you?

This is better than making it happen.

I taught you everything
I know about music.

This is me, Mala.

Well,

I still have to show you my apartment.

What?

No!

- You're such an idiot.
- Why?

Because you're the one
who's falling in love.

No way.

Head over heels.

Sure, I am!

With the chauvinist tramp-screwer?

Me? With a jerk who wants to take me to bed

just because I reject him?

With a rich boy who

really does know about music

and really cares about others?

To top it off, the guy has a sense of humor.

He's noble

and honest.

Sensitive.

But the point is
whether I want to be with him

or I want my job.

That's your call.

All I can aspire to

is breaking his heart

so I can make my dream come true.

Oh, buddy.

Look who you went and fell in love with.

What's the difference? They're all creeps.

But this creep really is a creep.

He's the Devil himself.

Hi, Pamela.

I spoke with Jay Z and sent him your photo.

Yes, sure.

We have to meet, let's do another casting.

As soon as the director is free,

we'll have a meeting to make a decision.

Fine.

- I'm going to try...
- Just a second.

Shit. It's Patricia.

Concentrate.

Hello.

What's up, Dr. Hurtado?

How's it going?

I just want to let you know
that I was in a production meeting.

The callback is just part of the procedure.

Congratulations, dear. They love you!

Great!

Listen, Doctor, how is
my other issue coming along?

Fine, right?

I want to talk to you about that, because...

It won't be easy, Patricia.

Of course not.
I was with him for three months

and didn't get shit.

That's what professionals like you are for.

Kisses!

But...

So?

- What am I going to do now?
- I don't know...

But if you're going to continue,

you have to go to his place.

- I don't want to go.
- I know you won't sleep with him.

It'll be all right.

Oh, gosh, forget it.

You come here, make faces
at my door and then leave?

- Hi.
- Hi.

You like living in a hotel?

What's not to like?

-It's the best in the city.
- Oh, sure.

Some tequila?

All right.

We had the same Jules Verne
collection at home.

My dad translated them for me.

I lost this book,

Around the World in Eighty Days,
when he moved out.

With me, it was the other way around.

My dad would ask me to translate it
into English and German

while he yelled at my mother in Spanish.

It was a horrendous divorce.

Why do you think that people
who love each other so much

end up yelling at each other?

No idea.

I suppose...

You wake up one day

and realize you know nothing
about the person lying beside you.

I think it was the other way around
with my parents.

I think they knew each other so well

that they got sick of each other.

Who did you live with?

Neither one.

With both.

Alone.

Bouncing between two houses

with my backpack, listening to music

and reading Jules Verne.

Imagining I escaped

to travel the world.

To the bottom of the sea.

To the center of the Earth.

With my Yamaha piano.

Did you escape?

I'm still escaping.

Just like you.

It's been a week.

You're here, and you're going to escape.

You're not going to bed with me, are you?

No.

Well,

I'll have to find relief some other way.

The answer is yes.

I did escape.

I went to study music in New York.

The truth is I was never good at playing.

I'm better at listening.

My dad's company started having trouble

and he asked me for help.

That was the end of Rach,

and the end of Bach.

The end of all of them.

But now, a lot of kids will be able to play.

Who knows, they may end up
playing pop music.

How did you know?

Your "Venezuelan" friend
is a big fan of my tequila.

I just did it that once when I was drunk.

It goes like that, right?

- Sing it.
- No.

- Why not?
- No!

- Please.
- I don't sing. Ever.

- Just a little.
- No.

Well, maybe. Only if my life depended on it.

Maybe.

- What?
- No, Santiago.

- You know what?
- What?

I think I'm going to owe you some tires.

Are you sure?

Kika?

I don't know what got into me, Kika.

Is this for real?

Jeez, she overreacted.

Kika! Will you get that? It must be Pablo.

No!

Pablo has keys!

- Pablo?
- Good morning.

Are you kidding me?
If you're going to sleep over,

besides eating all the food,
now you have to pay rent.

I bought some beers.

Yeah, and you drank them all.

Coming!

- Who is it?
- Alvaro.

Alvaro?

Miss Meryl, we brought some items for you.

Guys.

- What are they?
- Surprise.

Chop chop!

Me.

Tell me what it is.

- Come on in.
- Thanks.

Love it.

It's like the village at the Escandón district.

- Really?
- Really.

- He's nuts.
- Sure is.

Open it.

"I'll pay for the tires,
you pay for the dry cleaners."

That's good.

I need the shirt to take to the cleaners.

Listen, Mala Medina.

I'm the one who escapes when I sleep.

There's always a first time.

You had it coming.

When do you need the shirt?

I need it tonight.

I have a date.

Really? You don't say. With who?

I have a date with an unemployed actress

who vandalizes cars and likes pop music.

I told you, I was drunk.

- You have to sing it to me.
- No.

Never. Ever!

Where are you taking that actress?

Where is she taking me?

That sounds great.

- I'll pick you up at 4:00.
- Okay.

- Did you kill the tire dummy?
- No.

- Shall I make breakfast?
- Yes!

Hey, I brought you your shirt.

Where are we going?

Dinosaurs or dragons?

A storm erupted,

and the sailor got scared...

That's why

we must accept ourselves for who we are.

- What's the elevator for?
-It doesn't work.

- Calm down.
- Vintage pop.

- Should I shut it?
- Yes. Shut it.

- This is cool.
- Thanks.

Is this you when you were little?

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Goal.

I'm watching the game.

Yeah, I'm the tramp-screwer.

We're going right here.

What are you doing?

Karma.

- I'm calm.
- I said karma, not calm.

- Calm.
- Karma!

- Calm.
- Karma...

You calm down!

I don't know what I'm doing, I swear.

You brought him over.

He's not your boyfriend, Mala.

I don't want you to get hurt.

What if I give up on the series

and keep him instead?

I've been working with actors all my life.

So-called actors like you.

And they never, ever turn down a role.

You fell in love with him, didn't you?

Of course not.

Of course you did.

That's not it.

Do you really think you have a chance

with someone like Santiago?

Oh, please!

You can't tell me who I have a chance with.

- No?
- No.

I can tell you what's going to happen.

- Patricia.
- Hi, honey.

- Hey, pretty.
- Hi.

You're keeping your word.

You will do that callback

and go on as planned.

No, I won't.

Do whatever you please, because I won't.

Yes, you will!

Or should I tell Santiago who you are,

what you do, and how you got to him?

You don't want that, do you?

Obviously not.

Should I serve you another drink,
or is she not coming?

No, I'm fine. I'm going to give her a call.

- Have a seat.
- Okay.

See how nice I am?

I'm not complaining about
the 40 minutes I've been waiting.

Santiago, we need to talk.

Great. We're at the "need to talk" stage.

You and I can't...

Would you like something to drink?

No, thank you.

Excuse me.

On second thought...

I'm really hungry, aren't you?

- Could I see the menu?
- Certainly.

Or, excuse me.

What are your specials today?

We have a chicory and nut salad
with truffle oil dressing.

- Is it more chicories or nuts?
- Will you give us a minute?

Sure.

I know. I know what I'm having.

- I'd like...
- Something to drink.

- A bottle of champagne.
- Right up.

Santiago, I don't want
to be with you anymore.

I don't want to see you.

Should I cancel the champagne?

Look, I'm not the type
to have a boyfriend, either.

The thing with Rachmaninoff
and all the music was a lot of fun,

and what happened between us.

But that's all it was. Fun.

Besides, you said it yourself.
If we go on like this,

in a matter of months,
we'll be yelling at each other

and then hating each other.

What's the point, right?

Let's just end it here.

I said it.

You're not serious, are you?

I'm absolutely serious.

I'm an idiot, aren't I?

Of course.

Nobody falls in love

with a woman who busts your tires.

Fun?

Having fun?

I don't believe a word you said.

Look into my eyes

and tell me you're not crazy about me.

Then I'll say it.

I'm crazy about you.

Crazy.

I won't let you get away just like that.

I'm crazy about you.

But there's something I have to tell you.

It's important for you to know

that I, that I am...

Mala.

Well! If it isn't Maria Laura Medina herself.

Let's go, please. Stop bothering people.

I'm not bothering, am I, Mala?

Look, please cut it out.

Let's go.

We're barely introducing each other.

I mean, you two already know each other.

Don't you?

I can introduce you.

You better go...

You know what this girl does?

She hits on retards like you and me

and then turns around
and tells their girlfriends.

To top it off,

she gets paid for it.

One thing is for sure.

She'll never go to bed with you!

Santiago, don't!

- Get out!
- Let go of me!

What did that idiot say?

It's true.

I get paid for going out with men

to see if they're faithful.

And Patricia,

your ex, hired me to date you.

Did you enjoy making it happen?

Well done.

Here is your bottle.

Should I open it?

Shit, it smells like a car shop in here.

Get up, lazy.

Man, I don't know if you look
like a survivor from the Titanic

or a prison fugitive.

You've been like this for a week. Get up.

Let go of the tire.

- Give me the tire, come on.
- No! Shit, man!

- Let go of the tire.
- No.

It's Patricia! It's Patricia.

Patricia.

Listen, Patricia. First of all...

First of all, you're in the show.

You got the main role.
See you at the studio on Monday.

What?

What?

I got the role.

Hey, that's great.

Listen,

you think you could

get me a little role?

I could be the friend's cousin's boyfriend.

Those roles grow.

Mala, look,

even if you don't accept the role,

a lot of opportunities will come your way...

You know what?

I'm going to take the role.

I have nothing to lose.

That way, I can stop doing the other thing.

Maybe hurting Santiago will help
to not hurt anybody else.

That's right.

What's up?

I'm taking a shower.

- That was a good meeting.
- Thank you.

Hold it!

Santiago!

Fancy meeting you here, right?

Right, you work here.

Sure, right? No.

Yes.

I was thinking of you the other day.

I called, but you didn't pick up.

- And at your office...
- They say I'm not available.

- Right?
- Yes.

And I was...

Do you want me to tell you
that I don't want to see you?

Hey, I just want us
to have a cup of coffee and talk.

That's why you hired an actress. Right?

Sure. Obviously.

Yes.

Like you didn't deserve it
after the way you left me.

Aren't you ashamed, Santiago,

of falling like that over an actress?

- Obviously not.
- No, I'm not ashamed.

I'm ashamed I was ever involved with you.

- What were you thinking?
- I was...

You wanted to screw me? You did it.

Congratulations.

Your little number worked.

But I can't believe you thought
you and I would end up together.

It would have been
an epic failure for both of us.

- Epic?
- Calm down, calm down.

Let go of me.

Did you see the security cameras?

No? Yes, obviously you did.

If I were a famous producer like you,

I wouldn't risk having my
"I was dumped" face

splattered all over YouTube.

You don't know who you're messing with.

- So long!
- Hashtag you!

Will you ever forgive her?

I did some research on her.

I think it's not as bad as it seems.

I mean, so she took on a few
spying jobs on cheating boyfriends.

If you ask me, I think Miss Mala

isn't mala.

I'm not asking.

Well, even if you're not asking.

I've known you for nine years.

- I'd never seen you...
- I'm moving to Canada.

- Tonight, after the ceremony.
- But...

There's no point in staying
once the school is open.

- But...
- That's all, Alvaro.

Around the World in 80 Days

Coming.

Bobby Llanos? What are you doing here?

Is Miss Mala here?
She won't answer her cell.

Well, first of all, I'm not Bobby.

Bobby was just one
of the many characters I've played.

Two, I'm here because
my neighborhood is too far away.

And three, Mala isn't here.

My friend is hurting. That's an actor's life.

And four, she can't call you back
because she's out of credit.

Fascinating. Back on planet Earth,

if we leave my boss and your friend
to their own devices,

they'll be...

Screwed.

You and I have to do something,
and we have to do it now.

Shit, man! Okay.

May I get dressed?

Please.

May I pee?

Hurry!

Wait, wait!
What the hell did you tell Santiago?

- Did you...
- I didn't tell him anything.

- What, are you going to fire me?
- You think I won't?

- As of this moment...
- Surprise visit from the boss!

He wants to see the first scene.
He really liked Mala.

What were you saying? I can leave.

No, dearie. Do your scene.

And button up that lab coat.

- Santiago is moving to Canada.
- Who let this man in?

He's leaving tonight.

- I wish him well.
- Miss Mala.

Security, get these intruders out of here!

"Will you make me go around
the world alone? I miss you."

Here's my ID.

It's from the competition, and it's expired.

- You're kidding.
- Come on, people!

Miss Medina!

Mala, you'll miss out on love
if you don't do something.

The boss is here!

Get out now! And you, to your place.

Mala, damn it!

Either you get to your position this minute,

or you'll never set foot in a studio again!

- Make up your mind.
- Hey, this is a TV series.

Not a soap opera! Get to work!

Divas!

Everybody in place!

- Where to?
- The music school.

Okay.

Step on it, Miss Mala.

We weren't about to keep an actress
who didn't fit the role, sir.

I mean, it was me who picked her.

But the media campaign is out.

Let's go to your office.

- I can't believe it.
- What?

I messed up and just now realized it.

You just threw your career out the window.

You're nuts. But...

But it's so sweet.

I hate being an actor. Sorry.

Support them and give them
a chance to explore new worlds

in order to create a new
generation of musical geniuses.

Santiago is about to begin his speech.

After that, he's heading for the airport.

This traffic light takes forever!

Where's Alvaro?

None of this would be possible...

You don't know?

...without the passion of
my dear friend Santiago Ibarra.

This traffic!

- How long is his speech?
- Originally, five minutes.

But don't worry.

He's going to have a hard time finishing it.

Music needs a place to flourish.

It's very simple. You'll regret...

YOU'LL REGRET IT

YOU ONLY FALL IN LOVE
ONCE, HELLO!

DON'T BE AN ASS.

Oh, my God.

We're never gonna make it.

Never.

- Screw it.
- What are you doing?

- You'll get run over!
- Come on!

Wait, move.

Stop, stop.

Step on it!

A child

could be the best swimmer in the world,

but he or she will never know
if they never swim in the sea

or in a pool.

- I'm taking the expressway.
- You don't have a Tag.

What's that?

Here, take this.

Here, give it to me.

Go!

All this is for them.

So that these kids
may make their dreams come true.

Because everything begins with a dream.

Hurry, hurry!

No, you can't come in!

- Again?
- What do you mean, again?

We don't know you.

Donkey and Kong, let the lady through.
Move it!

- The elevator doesn't work.
- Here, take the stairs.

- Go down, to the right.
- To the end of the hall.

Get up on the stage. It's faster.

Come on, it's over!

He's over there, look.

Grab the microphone, say something.

Sing!

What's she doing?

The sun doesn't shine
Like it used to around me

What can I say when we failed...

That's why she never sings.

Nobody knows your childish tantrums...

Tantrums

Hi.

Good afternoon.

Remember I told you I'd only sing
if my life depended on it?

Well, at this point, my life...

The only way I imagine my life now

is with you.

I made a mistake, Santiago.
I destroyed my life

and yours.

You and I are like one

She sings horribly.

Don't want to forget you

Maybe one day, you'll come back

And I'll be here

Waiting for you, love

You couldn't live without me, could you?

What about this?

I didn't write that.

Somebody had to do something.

But what it says there is true.

-It is?
- Yes.

I missed you, Mala Medina.

So did I.

- Just promise me one thing.
- What?

You'll never sing to me again.

And that was how
I stopped doing that other thing.

I lost the role in the series,

but I got one as a villain in a soap opera.

Except ratings were a disaster.

Something always comes up.

And as far as Santiago,

you know, it doesn't matter.

We may make it after all,

and maybe we won't.

But that's something we're going to build.

It may be true that all men are creeps...

Except my boyfriend.