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AN ORIGINAL VIX SERIES

On the cover for the premiere of my new series.

Just look at that skin.

Disgusting!

Don't you dare paint my nails pink.

What color do you want?

Let's do gray.

No way! No gray here.

Baby, after this,

I'm the only one in charge of your image.

Chato, bring me the golds.

Gold for Mrs. Lola Dom�nguez.

No, you're going to look divine.

Oh, damn luck!

Well, I'm seeing Facundo,

he's handsome...

and Natalia, who has a waist you wouldn't believe.

She drives me crazy.

Crazy, crazy.

I like them both.

No, no, hold on...

Who do you love?

Well...

love, love...

like love?

Myself.

Silly.

Stop, stop.

He's happy with the so-called curse.

Well! I put a great spell on that guy.

- Let me see. - Look.

He had to suffer for being a woman.

In that interview,

he even talks about

how amazing having a clitoris is.

You' need to ask him for royalties.

Oh, no, my love!

You know stars forget their witches

when they reach the top.

It's their ego, darling.

You know it's not because of their virtues,

it's thanks to your spells.

More talking and less smooching, OK?

I paid to make Lalo suffer.

Not to make him successful.

Well, it's also about attitude.

Precisely.

If you face a tragedy with joy,

instead of ending badly, it ends well, right?

Yes, and you haven't learned to be yourself.

You're still waiting for a man.

Oh, screw both of you!

Besides, it's your fault that this is happening.

So now it's my fault?

Yes, look, excuse me.

I'll show you.

There it is, here.

Things reveal themselves, now...

I specifically asked for a live chicken

to offer in the sacrifice,

and what did you bring me? A roasted chicken.

- Yes, that's true. - Shit!

You screwed up.

Hey, no, no, don't give me that shit.

Circe, I specifically asked to make Lalo experience himself

all the bullshit he did to me.

And that he did to many women, not to make him happy.

OK, fine.

I'll just warn you that if we mess with the spell,

anyone who Lalo has touched will be affected.

That's right. If you are a friend,

or coworker, or someone important for Lalo,

and he approaches you...

you get it too.

Shit!

Shit! Shit! Enough!

If he touches you, you're screwed.

- Is that what you want? - Is it?

- Do you want it? - Do you, or not?

Hey, stop!

OK, will this affect Lalo too?

I mean, will it make him feel bad?

Will he be miserable? Will he suffer?

Fine, we'll change it.

But I warn you,

anyone Lalo touches, will have a shitty time.

- OK. - OK, sit down.

Sit down already!

- Go ahead. - I can't believe it.

Bring me my robe, honey, my work robe!

I worked to be a great pythoness,

and look at me now.

This can't be...

You're sick with revenge.

Sick.

Misusing my channel.

Sit properly! Let's see...

Give me those cards.

Here we go.

Shit! I look amazing, damn!

I'd do me.

Damn straight!

Shit! Are these period cramps?

Fuck, another period.

Poor chicks.

Oh, shit!

What the hell! What the hell!

That smells terrible!

That's how evil smells.

That's how you smell when you do evil.

It's a metaphor.

The Madame speaks wisdom.

- No! - Yes.

- Hi, Lola. - Hello.

- How are you? - Good, and you?

- Is everything OK? - Yeah, all good.

We're going to get a coffee.

- Want one? - No.

- Are you sure? OK. - Yes.

- Let's go. - Yeah.

Romina, if you don't change your attitude...

all the evil you wish for Lalo, will come back to you.

That's a metaphor too.

- Good morning. - Hello.

- Good morning. - Hi, good morning.

Sorry, sorry, I don't know what I ate.

That's disgusting, Gast�n!

Gross! You swallowed sulfur.

Sorry.

- No, no! - No, no, don't close it.

- Leave it... - You're rotting inside.

How about tonight...

Lola, you and me have some fun?

And...

do we need Lola?

Just you and me?

What do you think?

- OK. - OK.

Sorry, I don't know what's wrong, I swear...

Are you alright?

No, give me a second.

- I'll be right back. - Yes.

What's in the coffee?

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me!

I'm warning you, if you don't change,

you'll be in trouble.

Now, get out of here.

- Go on! - Sorry.

It's five hundred pesos.

That's not a metaphor.

Of course.

Thank you.

Close the door on your way out.

I'm getting excited.

If she knew that the curse breaks

when Lola is in the arms of her true love,

during a lunar eclipse, she'd faint.

Hey, tell me something,

what you said about the roasted chicken,

is it true, or was it a metaphor?

No way! These ladies only want revenge.

No matter what you tell them.

Oh, my love!

I don't know how you do it.

You know what her problem is?

She hasn't learned not to rely on a man.

- Yes. - Right?

Now, go on, take it...

Go on.

Go to the store and pay the electricity bill

before they cut the lights.

I love you, my queen.

Oh, baby!

It's finally time for my soap opera.

These women, really.

And being so educated.

Four...

Three...

Two...

Action!

Cut!

Whose fucking phone is that?

Lola, it's yours.

- What? - Yeah, it's over there.

- The one in the corner. - How strange.

I left it on vibrate mode.

So strange!

Turn it off, please.

Donuts for everyone.

But she was doing well, she was better...

Her words improved.

It's more fluid.

Mom, I'm busy, I'm recording.

What? My daughter?

- I'm on my way! - Lola!

- "On my way"? - Where are you going?

Wait, did she say "my daughter"?

- What happened? - I told her...

I told her, I called her life coach.

She's destroying all my artwork,

- Do something. - Just as crazy as her mom.

Yes. A psychotic breakdown.

- A little strange... - I hate you too !

- I need the bathroom. - Mom, you're shitting.

I have nasty diarrhea...

but because I'm scared.

Oh, sweetie!

Yes, yes, yes.

You can die too.

What?

Hey!

What's wrong with you?

It's coming out.

Go take a shit! Go take a shit!

What's wrong? Calm down!

Look at this!

Enough, young woman!

- Stay out of this. - No! Not that.

- Give it to me! - What do you care?

You're not my psychologist, or my coach, nothing.

I want to help you. Listen to me!

I'm tired of listening!

- Enough! - No!

There's no toilet paper.

Just a sec, Mom.

Or just use newspaper, or something.

What did you say?

She can use newspaper, same thing.

No, you said "Mom."

Sol...

I'm your dad.

Well, a witch cast a spell on me

and turned me into a woman

because of some scorned chick...

I know it sounds crazy.

But it's me.

Yeah.

You're capable of anything

just to charge for a consultation.

Honey, it's not like that.

No, no, you're insane.

Hey, I'm your dad.

That's it! And I'm also your mom because now I have boobs.

This is how things are.

It's the truth.

First of all, you're crazy.

Secondly, you won't be my psychologist anymore,

Are we clear now?

You're crazy.

You're crazy. Who are you?

Can you get me the damn toilet paper?

I'm coming.

Colic, colic.

Mom...

Now it all makes sense.

When you said, "Get me a towel,"

it's hormonal,

�I have a craving.�

They're period cramps.

Being a woman is an ordeal, Mom.

You're so stupid.

Hey...

Has Sol had her first period?

- Did she get cramps? - Yeah, very strong ones.

One day, I had to take her to the hospital.

You, or Viridiana?

No, me.

Viridiana wasn't there.

Neither was her father.

Hi, Sol.

- Hey, Grandma. - Hi, Sol.

Daughter...

Don't call me that, OK?

Good night, Grandma.

Yes, good night.

The only difference from when you were a man,

is that you didn't cry.

And now, you cry over everything.

Besides that,

you're still the same emotionally disabled,

superficial, narcissistic,

egocentric, indifferent,

elementary, incompetent.

I love you.

But you're exhausting.

- Mom. - What?

Could you bring me some ice for my milk?

Ice?

Ice.

You need heat for the cramps.

Here's the evidence.

This guy Wences, who's Alexa's friend,

who is Lola's friend,

forged all her documents.

Passport, ID card, electronic signature.

Everything.

He changed her name from Eduardo to Dolores Dom�nguez.

A complete usurpation of identity.

Then, Lola...

- is posing as Lalo. - Yes.

But, what did she do to my friend?

I haven't been able to find poor Mr. Lalo.

I hope he isn't rotting in a pit...

- somewhere. - No, no, no, no.

Don't even say that. There has to be a reason.

I know, an inheritance.

- Or life insurance. - Life insurance.

I'm going to follow that line of inquiry.

Now...

I have a question I'd like to ask.

- just to tie ends. - Sure, shoot.

Could it be that Mr. Lalo just...

You know, the mid-life crisis...

Maybe he came out late of the closet...

And he did the...

without telling anyone.

You know what?

You should remarry, dude.

- What? - Yeah, seriously.

Why do you say that?

There are too many fish in the sea.

Lalo was a binary guy.

As they say now, very heterosexual.

Almost chauvinist.

Hey, those aren't yours.

Lalo was a classic.

There's only one way to prove

if what you're saying is true.

I'm listening.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Sorry! - Are you OK?

I'm going to start fixing things inside.

- Yes. Yes. - To speed it up, OK?

- I also have to go to... - Really?

- What's up, dude? - Hey, girl.

Vicky, good morning.

I mean, everything, but I would love for the...

- leaves to be pink. - OK.

The other one's the issue, right?

- Lola. - Marco.

Lola...

Are you two dating?

Honestly?

We had to try just the two of us.

So no more you and me.

You and me, we're friends.

We never had a commitment and...

The three of us had a great time, but...

Things change.

You sound like Lalo.

No, no, no, don't exaggerate.

Not at all, Lalo was a chauvinist,

and I'm respectful.

And honestly, I flirted constantly with you,

I wanted everything with you and you rejected me.

Am I interrupting?

No, not at all, my love.

What do you think?

It's unbelievable.

Well...

I hope you have a great relationship,

that you get married, have children,

a parrot, a dog, a cat,

and that on Sundays you go out

with a stroller and ice cream,

a "normal" life.

Thank you.

It was more fun the three of us together, right?

I mean, yeah, but that wasn't going to work.

Imagine that.

�We're friends,� he says.

Chauvinist.

Shit! What's going on?

Are you getting worked up?

Where are you, Lalo?

Like a girl.

What the hell!

Am I getting anemia, or what the fuck?

Another period?

Everything OK, Lola?

Fucking shit! Seriously?

This happens every 28 days?

Is it true that the damn moon regulates all this?

As if you didn't know.

And guess what, it's full moon today.

Do you want a towel?

- Please . - OK.

OK, there's with or without wings,

super absorbent, which...

The one you use, whatever your fave is.

- Here. - Thanks.

Hey, Lola...

Why won't you to tell us where Lalo is?

I mean...

we all know you're hiding him.

I'm not hiding him.

I have him inside, like...

Like a cockroach I can't get out.

How's that?

I would give...

all the gold in the world to...

to get him...

out of my mind.

Are you OK, Lola?

Come.

- Lola? - Vicky?

Oh, sorry!

It's the custom.

Here.

Throw it away for me.

Thank you.

What am I? A woman or a man?

I'm a man on the inside and a woman on the outside.

Why aren't we all the same?

I mean, why isn't there...

Why aren't we just one person with no differences?

We're humans, period.

Because if you're a man, "All you care about is soccer."

�You only think about cars. Open the door for me,�

"Pay the bill because I'm a chick."

And if you're a chick, "Listen to my feelings,"

"I have to talk," "how do I look?"

Who am I?

What am I?

Lola!

Gast�n!

Lola.

Or should I say Lalo?

LaLola.

Gast�n, I don't know if you're high on peyote.

But you're hallucinating.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter because...

I get it.

And I don't know what you did, if you went to a doctor,

if you had surgery, or whatever...

I don't know what you're talking about.

I always admired you, I wanted to be like you.

But everything was because I was in love with you.

But now that...

Now that you're Lola...

No, Gast�n!

OK? Stop saying crazy shit!

You're imagining things.

- Lola... - Imagining things.

I love you.

You need to do a ritual.

You'll have to make love with a man you really like,

during a lunar eclipse.

A sincere love.

This might work.

I don't know what you're saying, the only thing I know...

is that I love you.

Next on LaLola.

Be careful.

Excuse me!

I'm going to get the car.

I'm going to die.

- I'm going to die. - You're not.

I'm dying.

It's early, it's early.

- Do something, get it out! - Breathe!

Alexa, help me, please. Help me!

This isn't holy.

The pendulum or something.

- Oh, God! - Oh, shit!

Am I leaking?

No, no, just wait, sweetie.

- Open the door, you idiot! - Oh, sorry.

Relax, little mommy!

Little mommy your ass.

Oh, again!

How did I get here?

LA LOLA SECOND SEASON

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