01x05 - Segundo plato

[bunniefuu]

There's something
I'd like you to know about me.

-Yes, that's right...
-What?

It's something
I've been thinking about for a long time.

I know someone like you
will understand perfectly.

I feel that... Hey!

We're on the same wavelength.

Yes, of course. I feel the same way.

Can I touch it?

Excuse me?

Can I touch it?

There isn't much stability
in working as a professional actor,

but I'm this close to making it.

Your phone case is like Tragaldabas' coat,

poor little guy.

It's similar to his fur,
actually, it's exactly the same.

I wonder how he's doing.

One of the biggest dreams
in my life is to...

What?

Take my boss's job.

-That's right.
-Okay...

Are you going to eat that fry?

I'll eat it.

My first leading role.

Because let me tell you,

we're only limited
by our thoughts and beliefs.

Who's Trabalgabas?

No, it's Tragaldabas.

My mother and I have a French poodle.

-He's at the vet. He's very sick.
-So cute!

Don't touch, you'll get it greasy.
He's so precious.

I can do a better job than he can,
but he won't let me be better.

I know his weak spot.

I've been studying him.

You ordered wine
whereas all I had was water.

I'll pay for what I had
and you cover the rest.

You live with your mommy?

No, well, yes.

We live together,
my mom, me, and Tragaldabas,

the poor thing.

I'm serious,

sweetie.

I'm going to call that son of a b*tch.

Are you okay?

No news yet.

I'm going crazy, I don't know what to do.

Mom hasn't heard anything either.

She'll call me if there's any change.

You don't mind, do you?

If he mentions his mom again,
I'll stick this in his eye.

Enrique! Hey! What's going on?

-Everything all right?
-No.

Who knew this would be such a great party?

It depends on what you mean by "great".

You stopped crying?

I got it out of my system.

I've been standing here trying to pee,

and I was just about to go
before you showed up!

Forgive me.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

I had no idea you had stage fright.

-Yeah, well...
-Right.

Wait, listen.

I have a tip for you.
It's simple, I used to have that too.

Every time I'd see another man pee,

I'd panic.

I'd lose my urge to pee,
I just couldn't do it.

But I realized,
it's just a macho construct.

A "construct"?

Yes, it's been programmed
into our subconscious

since we were kids.

We're victims of the system,
there's no way around it.

But I have a solution.

What you do...
I mean, what I do is make sounds,

just like you do with children
when you to try to get them to...

Just like that, try it.

Whatever tune you like.

But I have a prostate problem.

Right, yeah, I see.

I had no idea.

I don't know what advice I can give you.

I've never had a prostate exam.
I should get on that.

Well, I'll see you later.

Yes, Daddy, I'm perfectly fine.

I puke eight times a day, that's all.

I promise, I'll take care of myself.

You just made me
the happiest man on earth!

I've been waiting so long for this.

I'm so glad, Daddy.

I wanted you to be the first to know.

She just loves putting on a show.

Thanks for confiding in me.

I'll see you soon, I love you.

I love you too.

What the f*ck was that?

I thought you weren't having it.

I don't understand your attitude.

You know, having a child
isn't like editing a book.

What do you know
about children or editing?

This is none of your business.

You're irresponsible.

-Are you jealous?
-"Jealous"?

It's obvious.

No, I'm not. Why would I be jealous?

I love it.

Flora, don't be so harsh.

Come on, please.

No, I think Ana's right.

Yes, we shouldn't be
talking about this so lightly.

I have such great friends.

You don't understand sh*t.

Baby, wait.

That's it, run after her, Sancho.
Follow your Don Quixote.

I need some wine.

I'll have some guaro.

Not for me.

-Come on, man.
-I'm fine.

-No.
-Go on.

Just a little. Okay.

A little.

Okay.

It's really smooth.

That's going to last a while.

Where's Enrique?

-What?
-Enrique.

He's... I don't know.

Maybe he crashed out.

No, when I last saw him, he was peeing.

Don't worry,
he's probably trying to find a signal.

-Or talking to trees.
-I'll go.

As I was saying... I'm telling you, man.

There are 12 families in power.

Periodically, they meet in a hotel.

When they find the Sumerian tablets...
They're huge!

Like this big...

Hey, Ana.

Aren't we going to discuss our issue?

The book?

No, Samuel.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you we're sharing the same lover?

It's just that...

Don't you care that we're
sleeping with the same guy?

f*ck, I can't believe it!

The truth is, I didn't know, Ana.

I had no idea you were lovers.

What?

Then why did you lie earlier?

To avoid looking like an idiot.

-Like me?
-Yes, like you.

She's so intelligent, I hate it.

She loves my intelligence.

Honestly, I was as surprised as you were,
if not more.

Samuel's an idiot.

An as*h*le.

But he's yummy, isn't he?

This all feels like sh*t to me.

Are you in love?

Do you know, I imagine myself
waking up with you next me every day?

I fantasize about it.

Having breakfast together.

Going out for walks.

Smoking a joint,
k*lling ourselves laughing.

Or simply reading together in a hammock.

It'd be so nice.

Darling...

But that's not real life.

That's why I said, it's a fantasy.

You know what's great about fantasies?

They can remain fantasies.

But fantasies are meant to be fulfilled.

You know...

Things with Juan aren't going so well.

We've lost the passion
in our relationship.

-We're becoming more distant.
-Look at me.

María, look at me.

-I think...
-Look at me.

I don't want you to risk losing
or sacrificing anything for me.

The last thing I want is for you
to hurt your partner.

And don't ruin what we have here.

We have a great thing going.

I like things the way they are.

Please, don't rock the boat.

You said "don't" three times.

You're seeing someone else, right?

"Love...

"is nothing more than
a burning desire for what escapes us."

That's what Montaigne says.

Obviously, he's seeing someone.

"Love is nothing more
than a burning desire

"for what escapes us."

-It's...
-Montaigne, yes.

It's so embarrassing,
that jerk even uses the same lines.

How could I be in love?

Of course not. In love? No.

Are you considering leaving Juan for him?

What? How can you even suggest that?

No way, never.

With Samuel, it's only about sex.

Nothing more.

And it's amazing, isn't it?

The sex?

Yes.

-With Samuel?
-Isn't he the one we're talking about?

Yes, he's good in bed.

Yeah.

She wants to know if it's more than sex.

Is it more than sex?

This is uncomfortable,
I need to redirect this conversation.

There's nothing serious
between Samuel and I.

It's just sex, pure sex.

Nothing more.

When I think of your skin,
the secrets of the universe are revealed.

You're like an infinite dune
where I want to sleep forever.

My phallus yearns to satiate
a thirst that cannot be quenched.

You lost me at "phallus".

Did you read my message?

Your ideas are powerful,
but it lacks rhythm.

-Maybe you should rework it.
-Ana.

Run away with me, please.

I've never said that to any woman,

or anyone else, ever.

You're driving me crazy.

I don't know, I have so many feelings.

Please come with me, I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

He's incapable of falling in love
with anyone, no one.

But so what?

Does Samuel Werner really matter?

No, it just makes me angry.

I knew he was seeing someone else.

Didn't he know we're friends?

I don't know.

Of course, he did.

But she's so upset,
I'd rather just ignore her question.

I was considering leaving Juan,
what was I thinking?

Enough of this.

Let's stop talking about Samuel,
all right?

Like Flora said,
he's just some trashy poet.

Now what? I'm left with nothing.

Let's move on, okay?

All right.

Look at me.

Is everything all good between us, María?

No, nothing's good.

I'm sure Samuel's in love with Ana.

Even if he is a trashy poet,
I can't stand this!

It makes me so angry.

Enrique?

Enrique!

Steady now. Enrique?

Enrique!

There you are, Enrique!

What happened?

Listen, hey...

What happened?

I couldn't pee after all.

You scared the hell out of me.

I thought you were dead!

I fell on my a*s, it was unbelievable.

And then I felt so comfy, I had a nap.

A nap!

Are you okay?

Awesome, yeah, but I'm cold.

Do you have any weed?

But, you know, we're worried about you.

Flora, you're carrying a baby,

and you've been drinking all night.

I barely had one glass of wine,
and you never noticed.

So, you've been thinking of keeping it.

You didn't tell me.

I won't get into this argument again.

And I won't have you vote on it.

No one's arguing.

It's fine,
stop being so sensitive about everything.

No, come on, sweetie,
let's go back inside.

"Sensitive"?

Now you're all commenting
on what's wrong with me?

That's all I need.

I'm sure no one intended to offend you.

Personally, I want to apologize.

If I said something, sh*t, I'm sorry.

No, it's not you, it's them.

But...

That's how they are.

It's easy for them to judge.

They've never walked in my shoes.

I've had to make my own way in life.

I had to fight tooth and nail

because I'm Black.

Do you want to hear a cliché?

"Look at the little Black girl,
so pretty."

"Let's see her dance!"

"She could win an Olympic medal."

"Fry up some fish!"

"Make sure it's tasty."

As if I were fresh off the boat
for tourists' entertainment. f*ck!

Listen, I understand your anger,

your pain and frustration.

But, Flora, it's a huge responsibility.

You don't need to have a baby

just to get your dad to pay you
more attention than he does to Ana.

It's the same with your mom.

We've both had to do it,

for different reasons, perhaps,
but we had to survive.

We had to earn our place in society.

Tina, she may look like a millionaire,

but she's actually from
a humble working-class family.

She started out
selling girdles door-to-door.

No one ever imagined
she'd build an empire.

As Tina was chubby,

her mom used her
for the "before" shot in commercials.

She was portrayed as the frustrated girl
who needed a girdle.

Her wounded pride
prompted Tina decided to change.

With exercise, will power
and help from a scalpel,

she became the woman she is today.

She's now featured
as the "after" shot in commercials.

But deep down, nothing changed.

In her mom's eyes, she was still ugly.

People in her social circle think
she's just a rich girl with no taste.

I'm not saying this, you are.

You and I were misfits,
but that's all changed.

After all these years,
I don't give a sh*t.

You know how things work in this country,

money solves everything.

And so, sweetie,

the only thing you should worry about
is what you want and what you feel.

Take your time, think about what you want.

Your life is very hectic and busy.

Motherhood takes precedence
over everything else

when you decide to take that path.

Take it from me.

And you took a canoe, right?

But look at me now! Yes, absolutely.

But seriously, no.

You can't make this decision tonight.

Okay? You feel much better now, don't you?

-So, now it's time for...
-No!

No, María and Ana make fun of me
because I can't dance.

-What?
-I'll eat them alive.

That's their problem, sweetie. Let's go.

Come on.

-No, I'll catch up with you later.
-Okay.

Be sure not to miss this...

Hey, that's going too far!

You shouldn't make fun of Flora
because she can't dance.

Who said that?

What do you mean? You two b*tches did.

What are you doing, Tina?

Dancing! Help me move this.

I'm dancing!

Have you ever seen
such grace, such beauty?

And what do you say, girl?

Privileged white ladies...

Come on, sweetie.

I want to see you dance.

I'm sure you can't do this move!

No one can possibly imitate that!

Go on, entertain us!

You think I can't do it?

-You'll see.
-Let's see.

Justin Timberlake can't even do this sh*t!

-Justin who?
-My friend!

-I'm on your side!
-Look, check this out!

So sexy!

Go for it!

Sexy!

I want more.

Finally, there's music in this house!

Come on, María!

Move those hips!

Show us
you don't have a stick up your a*s.

-Please!
-Yeah!

There you go!

Cheers!

I can't help it.

Sweetie, Flora, honey.

You have a lot to contribute to our dance
of strange moves and rhythms.

-Yes!
-Let's do our usual dance.

Yes, the dance we always do.

I'll count us down.

Come on!

Join us! That's it!

Why can't men dance like this?

That's how we started the dog foundation.

That's so sweet!

Cheers to Paws.

-That's so nice.
-Dessert?

No, I don't...

Yes, it's so good.

-Just a little.
-Yeah?

-Yes.
-Okay, if it's so good.

-I want tiramisu.
-Tiramisu.

Can you order for me?

-Yes, sure.
-I won't be long.

I'll order.

Flora.

Flora, baby, listen.

I really like this guy.

sh*t, I can't believe I'm saying this.

Two tiramisus, please.

Sweetie, I'm having dessert.

And you know what that means.

I really like him!

sh*t, I mean, he's perfect!

It's just that...
I'm not sure what I'm feeling, so...

He's perfect!

But...

My beautiful baby!

-So handsome.
-Do I have a new stepfather now?

No, sweetie.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

I ended up having a date with Flora.

We polished off a bottle of tequila
at her place.

Mom, let me remind you,
Flora has a husband.

Yes.

You can be such an idiot.

-All right.
-I love you, sweetie.

You're going to the gym? That's great.

Love you.

Why can't we always be like this?

Like what?

Like this. Relaxed.

Understanding.

Like when were little.

Exactly.

-Because we grew up.
-Yeah, well...

It's like...

There's always some weird tension
between us, don't you think?

We could be like this if we didn't dwell
on differences dividing us.

Or if we stopped comparing
ourselves to each other.

At our age, there are things
we just have to accept.

Like that María's a better writer?

No, don't involve me in this.

You're already involved.

Me? Why?

You sold your soul
to the editorial devil and betrayed us.

What devil?

"Betray"? Betray who?

So sure of herself.

What does this have to do
with being Dad's favorite?

You see, you do compare.

She's so angry.

Ana, don't be resentful.

No, I'm not resentful.

Right, she's just envious.

Am I right or not?

-What's this about?
-It's not what you wrote.

-Books are always revised.
-No.

No, this self-help pamphlet
disguised as poetry

is very different
from María's original text.

No. What's your deal?

Please, Ana, have a little respect.

I'm capable of making my own decisions.

-I'm not stupid...
-No.

-And I didn't sell out.
-No.

You're either naive or ignorant,
I'm not sure which.

You have no one to blame
for your own failure,

that's why you're always
talking sh*t, and running to Daddy.

-Okay, Flora...
-Just face it.

You failed in everything
that you set out to do.

You'll never get published.

-You can't have children.
-Flora!

Your marriage is boring
and your lover doesn't fulfill you.

Should I go on?

Go ahead, I have a list too.

-Please stop the hurtful accusations.
-She's the envious one!

-Look who's talking.
-That's enough!

I beg you.

I'm sick and tired of this fighting!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Listen to yourselves.

Do you realize what you're saying?

Aren't you supposed to have
a way with f*cking words?

I can't take it anymore,
I can't listen to this.

What do you want? To finish me off?

An atom.

But inside.

Yes, but... sh*t!

No! Enrique!

Come on! What? No!

What happened?

Leo, what happened here, man?

No! How did...

-I drowned...
-No, leave it.

Be careful, watch out.

Come here!

What do we do now?

-I don't know.
-What happened?

Well, this got lit!

Bad joke, right?

Wasn't this supposed to be a celebration?

I thought we were going
to have a good time, a quiet evening.

That we'd laugh, just like old times.

But then, suddenly...

This turned into a night of terror.

It's called a turning point.

Grow up.

You're not 15 anymore.

You shouldn't be wasting energy
on stupid fights.

Envy, comparisons...

When you all have great, beautiful lives.

You don't know how to appreciate it.

Awards. Money. Success.

Talent. Family. Lovers.

f*ck you!

What more do you want?

I can't believe

you're my best friends.

With Luismi gone, you're all I have.

Great.

I'm so well surrounded.

I feel the same way.

Me too.

Yes, it's nice to have you around.

Deep down...

it's a blessing not to be as bright as you

because I don't pick up on anything.

You're so bitter
from reading all those books,

you and your fancy words, you're so smart.

I'd rather be like me than you
a million times over.

Like this, without layers of complexity,
without envy, without secrets.

I don't want to be as unhappy as you are.

Well it seems...

Mother Teresa has spoken.

Leave her alone,
this has nothing to do with her.

What?

Come on, Tina.

Don't lecture us on innocence and purity.

You're also bitter.

-And you have secrets.
-Really?

What secrets do I have?

What?

Come on, tell me.

You're in love with Flora.

Deeply in love.

It's fine.

You just fell in love
with your best friend.

It's obvious.

And there's absolutely nothing
wrong with that.