01x01 - Ingredientes y receta

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HANGOVER
BY ANA MÁRQUEZ

Let's kick things off
with cultural and entertainment news...

Sorry.

-Careful.
-Okay.

What temperature?

98 degrees.

-Is that good?
-It's good.

The perfect temperature.

But let me check...

What?

I'll check.

Today's the day.

TODAY'S THE DAY!

-Wait.
-What?

I can't do it. I can't get hard.

Maybe it's a prostate problem.

How is that related?

Just when I'm at the perfect temperature
you can't do it.

But I mean...

Look.

He's asleep, no point in waking him up.

Okay, Leonardo.

Do you want a baby or not?

Well, yes...

Then do your part, damn it!

Just like that? Without any...

It's working.

-What?
-What you just did.

Do it again, be rough with me.

-What?
-Be rough with me.

No, that's crazy!

Do you want a baby?

-Yes.
-Then do your job!

What?

See? It's working, yes!

Hit me.

No, like you mean it!

-Really?
-Yeah.

That's it.

You like this?

-No.
-Is that how you like it?

This is weird.

But you like it, right?

Yes, it's so good.

Spain announces an unprecedented event
for our country.

We begin with great news
for Colombian literature.

Author María Albán has just received

the Distinguished Letters award in Spain

for her novel, Inconsistent Thoughts.

It's a brilliant book...

What?

María?

...outranking all other contenders.

This is the most prestigious award
in Hispanic literature.

She is the first woman in history
to win this prize.

In our next program, we'll be sharing
photos from the award ceremony.

This can't be true.

...featuring big Latin American stars.

INCONSISTENT THOUGHTS
BY MARÍA ALBÁN

HANGOVER
BY ANA MÁRQUEZ

Yes.

I feel envy.

Pure envy.

What?

Don't look at me like that.

I know it's a scary word,
you're never supposed to feel like this.

But I know you sometimes feel it too.

Please, tell me you do.

Tell me you do!

FILTHY ENVY

Mom!

Let's go, I'm going to miss my plane.

Hey!

-I can only wish, sweetheart.
-Mom, it's not funny.

Do you have the car keys?

Come on.

It's heavy, what did you put in here?

Well... some things, just in case
you need anything.

Mom, I said no.

Okay.

Francisco?

-It's your Pachito.
-Mom...

-But he's your favorite.
-He used to be, when I was five.

-I'll keep him then.
-Take care of her, Pachito.

What's this?

It's fritter mix.

I took it out of the box to save room.

Mom... Let's see.

A Colombian traveling to Europe
with some white powder is not a good idea.

Of course! Damn.

It's fine, I'll bring you some later,

-when I visit.
-Sure.

And when will that be?

In a month? Can I come visit in a month?

My little boy.

That's so cool!

-It turned out well.
-So cute.

I'M A WOMAN, I WANT MY VOICE
TO LEAD US TO EQUALITY

María, congratulations!

Thank you.

How does it feel to be the first woman
to win this prize?

Thank you. Hello, everyone.

I'm touched. I really appreciate
being awarded such an important prize.

With this success, we'll be publishing
a deluxe edition, in Spanish,

and translating the book
into 15 languages.

-That's great!
-I'm so glad.

-When will it be coming out?
-Okay, okay.

That's all I can say for now,
but I'll let you know.

-Thanks.
-We're so proud of you.

Thank you so much.

See you later. Thanks, bye.

It's fine, I've got it.

Thank you.

Juan, honey, why won't you pick up?

Either your battery's dead
or you're in the shower.

I'm on my way, all right? Love you.

Flora, baby!

I feel abandoned, like some orphan.

Stop exaggerating. Ana's the orphan,

she has no mother.

Lucky for her,
there's no one to tell her she's fat.

By the way, I need you there at 4 p.m.

-What for?
-She's having a dinner party for María.

But wait...

But why today? It's too soon.

She's just getting back, I don't get it.

-Don't you know your friend?
-Yeah, I know, but wait.

Do you think Ana knows I already knew
about the prize? She's going to sh**t us!

No, she doesn't know.

She won't find out unless you tell her.

I'll choose my words carefully.
Otherwise, it'll be like suicide.

But seriously, I don't understand this.
Why today?

María's a big fan of my cooking.

The least I can do is make dinner for her
to celebrate her award.

That's one thing I'm still better at.

No! sh*t, no!

I don't want to think like that.

But I do.

Are you still angry?

No, honestly, I'm not.

We had a non-disclosure agreement.

As her editor, I couldn't tell anyone.

But I'm not just anyone.

I'm María's best friend
and I'm your sister.

That's right, we're sisters.

We've always been inseparable.

Why are you playing with my toys, Ana?

No, they're mine! That's my pony!

What? Do you think it's weird
we're sisters?

Why?

This isn't racism, is it?

You aren't r*cist, are you?

SISTERS

It's simple. I was the result
of a fleeting relationship.

After a few years, my parents separated.

-Then my father...
-...met my mother and they got married.

That's how my beloved sister was born.

Her dark side.

Hey!

-That's a little...
-But I can say it, right?

Did you tell Tina to bring the chardonnay?

-What's going on?
-Nothing.

-Is it about María?
-Yes, but it's not important.

Flora, come on, there's no need for drama.

María's my best friend,
I'm really happy for her.

María's trending on social media,
her name is everywhere.

She's up 300,000 followers from yesterday.

She's famous!

No other author here
has ever achieved this.

MARÍA ALBÁN, UNSTOPPABLE

Don't you think María looks weird
in this magazine?

Why do you say that?

She looks unnatural, overly photoshopped.

She doesn't look like herself.

I'll mention it to our marketing team.

No, tell him I set my own terms.

If he wants an exclusive,
María gets the cover page.

-If not, we'll find someone else.
-Okay.

Try this one

and put the pink jacket on.

Pink? I don't know, Flora.

You'll look beautiful, trust me.

We need to pump up the lips
and cheekbones.

This is about selling books, not regrets.

That'll be 350,000 pesos.

I forgot something, give me a second.

She thinks of me as her ATM,

she's like an open line of credit
that you can never pay off.

Charge it all here.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello!

Hello!

No, Flora, you're doing it wrong.

Why are you so nervous?

I'm not nervous.

Yes, she is.

Yes, I am.

I don't know why, I just am.

I want everything to be
absolutely perfect.

This is María's night.

But in some way, it's mine too.

-I'm glad you're happy for her.
-Of course!

You know we come
from different backgrounds.

Exactly! You two are different.

Besides, literary marketing
just isn't my scene.

Well, I'm off.

I hope you enjoy your night
and have a good time.

Beautiful!

Don't give my husband any pot,
it makes his heart race.

It's either that or he can follow Juan
on one of his astral meditation trips.

You decide.

Isn't it strange he has plans
right on the day María comes back?

He planned the outing.

It makes sense to me.

María will be here.

She drops off her bags
and comes straight over.

That seems odd to me too.

You be as naughty as necessary
to have a good time.

And you behave.

Isn't that grandma's cutlery?

Yes, Dad gave it to me.

-I thought he told you.
-No, he never said anything.

We can discuss this later, all right?

This isn't the right time.
Tonight is for María.

That's strange.

Leo must've forgotten something,
he always forgets his key.

-Hello, gorgeous.
-Tina, you're early.

Early?

I hate it when people are early.

Darling, do you mind?

No, it's fine, but I'm not dressed yet.

Don't be ridiculous,
you always look beautiful.

You're so sweet.

And look at you, as pretty as ever!

That's a lot of perfume.

Well, darling, here's what you wanted,
sauvignon blanc.

Sauvignon blanc? I said chardonnay.

Chardonnay?

Chardonnay!

Sauvignon blanc isn't going to pair well
with my meal.

It's not like the Prince of Monaco
is coming!

No, but this is for María.

Our friend, María, who just won
one hell of a prestigious award.

We can't celebrate with a wine
that doesn't pair well.

Sauvignon blanc is
nothing like chardonnay.

-It's the same thing.
-Flora told me...

I'm sorry, but I didn't work all day
in the kitchen for this. No.

So pretentious. Typical of people
with big names and no money.

Relax, Ana. Tina and I will get the wine.

Chardonnay!

Four bottles.

-Your car?
-No, I was planning to drink.

Take my car, the keys are there.

-Okay.
-Anita...

What?

I lied.

You don't look so great,
so you better fix yourself up.

God, I never should've said that to her.

Come on, she deserved it.

No, I feel so guilty.

If we felt guilty
every time we had an argument,

we'd be spending our entire lives
in purgatory.

That's true.

Pass it over, sweetie,
you need to give me some of that.

That wasn't very nice of you.
You told me to come at the wrong time!

So mean!

-Sorry.
-Damn you.

I thought Ana was going to k*ll me!

I know, but I can't take more
than three hours alone with my sister.

I know what you mean.

Darling...

Sometimes I think
Ana will be our Yolanda Saldívar.

Who?

The one who k*lled Selena, sweetie.

Among our friends,

the person most likely to k*ll us,
at some point in the future,

I'd say it's Ana.

How do you think she reacted
when she heard about María's award?

I don't know. Ana's pretty firm
about what she wants to write.

It's easy to stick to your principles
when your father pays for everything.

It can't be easy for her.

I understand she's frustrated,
but her writing style doesn't sell.

She'd rather die than change.

-She's completely inflexible.
-I feel sad for her.

sh*t.

Author María Albán has just received

the Distinguished Letters award in Spain.

This is the most prestigious award
in Hispanic literature.

She is the first woman in history
to win this prize.

What? You've never had the urge
to do something like this?

No, of course not,
you never feel this way.

You probably never sh*t either, right?

Juan?

Juan!

Juan, open up!

Hello...

I'm here!

I'm home, sweetheart!

You'll never guess what I brought you.

Juan!

Where are you, Juan?

Juan?

No!

Dude!

Your eyes look like sh*t.

-I'm so high.
-You don't say? Here.

-María! I can't believe it.
-Right?

This is so beautiful.

Gorgeous, right?

Look at the photos inside,
they're stunning.

Oh, my God! What's this?

It's beautiful, look at this.

She looks so different,
you turned her into a rock star.

-Yes.
-You know what?

We should celebrate you tonight as well.

Baby, you created all of this.

Hello, everyone.
If you'd like to buy this book,

please know the brains behind it all
is standing right here,

the tall one.

You deserve a celebration too.
I'm going to celebrate you.

Oh, my goodness, will you look
at this stunning beauty?

-Thank you.
-You look amazing, sweetie.

-Here's your order of...
-Chardonnay?

-Thanks, who paid?
-Tina.

-How much do I owe you?
-Nothing.

I thought we agreed. I'm paying.

But you paid for all the food
and spent the afternoon cooking.

That first part can't be proven.

-But I said it was an invitation.
-It's just wine.

-How much was it, Tina?
-I don't want reimbursement, you...

-Me, what?
-Nothing.

-What? Tell me.
-Nothing.

-If this is about the other night...
-Let's not bring that up again.

-I'll get my wallet.
-I hate arguing about money.

I asked you to buy me a few items,
but it's not like we're starving.

-I didn't say that.
-You were insinuating that.

I didn't say anything!

She's expecting
the Prince of Monaco after all.

Take this.

If you don't take it, I'll be upset.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

She cannot accept the fact
that she's poor.

-It smells so good!
-It's María's favorite.

-Would you like some wine?
-Of course.

Come, let's take a selfie for María.

-Now?
-Yes.

Come closer, here, take this.

Here we go, that's it.

-All right?
-Wait, one more.

No, Tina, that's enough.

I still can't believe
María won that award.

Imagine how I feel? I found out last.

But I agree, she's amazing.

Well, come on.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

-To our friend María!
-Cheers!

How much did she win?

-One hundred and fifty...
-She won 250,000 euros.

-That much?
-That much.

It's not really that much.

It's one of our editors,
I have to take this.

Tina, you have to tell me...

-Did you read her novel?
-Of course...

I didn't.

-But please don't tell her.
-Okay.

No, honey, I don't eat pork.

-Can you take this to the table?
-Okay.

All right.

I'm so sorry,
at least we still have three.

-Did you read it?
-The plot wasn't bad.

Did you like it?

María excluded the autobiographic part
which would have made it more profound.

She's a good writer,
but she avoids anything painful.

Isn't that normal? Don't we all do that?

I don't.

Have you ever suffered
the kind of pain María experienced?

My God, what am I going to do?

When you guys talk about the book,
I'll look like an idiot.

No, Tina.

-Don't worry.
-Yes, I'll look stupid

because we are celebrating
the success of her book.

Okay, let's see.

I know, yes.

Yes.

Tell her you loved the idea
of putting poison in the cake.

Then she'll know you read it.

-Seriously?
-Yes, poison in the cake.

Dear, I love you!

Thank you!

You know, I heard those awards
are always rigged.

Really?

Apparently, there's lots of lobbying
in the publishing world.

-That's awful.
-It's silly, right?

And the prize almost always goes
to the same publisher.

We've certainly seen evidence of this
over the last few years because winners...

What?

Please don't mention this
to María or to Flora.

Anita...

Are you feeling okay?

Yes.

I'm very happy for María.

She deserves it, she really does.

Then why didn't you tell me
if you liked the book?

Of course she didn't like it.

Let's not get into a debate,
the editor just walked in.

We're adults after all,
and we're here to celebrate.

-That's her!
-She's here!

-Let's get it on video.
-Come on.

-We need to record it.
-Hurry!

Ready?

Congratulations!