01x06 - El postre

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It's a great book, María.

But I can't publish it as is.

Why? Didn't you say it was good?

Yes, it's amazing,
but it's not marketable.

It's too painful.

Fine, no worries.

-And thanks for everything.
-No, wait, I'm not finished.

In fact, your book is so good,
we could publish it

by making just a few changes.

I'm sure it'll be a great success.

A few changes?

Yes, here, I flagged required changes.

Have a look when you get home,
and then we'll talk.

Flora,

this book is

like my exorcism.

This was my way
of processing my personal story.

I wrote it as well as I could.

As it should be.

This is more than just a novel to me.

People have to read it.
If not, what's the point?

I don't know.

You decide.

You can either be successful,
or be like Ana.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Tina didn't deserve that.

But María started it.

-That's true, but...
-Leave it to me. It was all true.

There's a fine line
between truth and cruelty.

You know that, but you don't care.

Right, so, you're a saint.

You use your power
to manipulate her all the time.

So, come on, tell me,

don't you have any concern
for her emotional fragility?

No, please, wait.

-We're very drunk.
-No.

I'm not drunk.

-Well, I am, leave it, give it to me.
-No, Tina, come on...

Enrique would have loved to see this.

-No.
-Come on, take it.

My God, Enrique...

Nothing can wake Enrique up, relax.

-Have some of this.
-No, honey, wait.

No, baby, seriously, no... No more.
Luismi will be furious with me.

-No, really...
-It's late.

Listen, baby, I love you too,
but I have to go.

-I'm leaving now.
-Then take me with you.

Tina.

Now you want to be a friend.

You don't know anything about friendship.

What? How can you say that?

Look at yourself,
look at your friendship with María.

You're always comparing yourselves
and competing against each other.

Is that what you call friendship?

Flora! No! Flora!

Why didn't you say anything?
She was attacking us both.

You told me to stay out of it.

That's so convenient.

We took things too far with Tina.

It wasn't right.

Why can't we just tell the truth?

Because it hurts.

But it's a release, isn't it?

Flora's right.

You enjoy being cruel.

Now you're on Flora's side?

Don't be so childish.
We don't always have to take sides.

Here we go, María, the conciliator.

You're impossible.

There is no center, María.

-What?
-I try to confront the truth.

-"Confront the truth"?
-Yes.

You're incapable of that.

"Confront the truth"?
You're such a hypocrite, Ana.

What?

Yes, we all know this is a farce.

You staged this entire night,
isn't that right?

Deny it.

I'll get dessert.

And?

If I follow your instructions,
it won't be the same book.

That's not a bad thing.

I know what you're proposing
is logical and everything.

-But I was discussing it with Ana and...
-Ana is Ana.

I'm proposing we speak to real women.

I don't know, honestly...

Why don't we ask Tina to read it?
She can tell us what she thinks.

Tina?

Yes, she's a real woman.

What do you have to lose?

To be honest, nothing.

I like your attitude.
Should we order wine?

"You staged this entire night." Stupid!

-Look. This is the Buddha that...
-What happened? Can you explain it to me?

The tent was full of ants.

Yeah, because you left
the marshmallow bag open.

-How do you know it was open?
-Because of the ants.

Right, so I poured whiskey over them

-and then...
-My whiskey?

It's all I could find,

but it didn't stop them, so I thought,
what should I do?

The only thing I could think
of was to set them on fire.

Leo, one question.
I mean, what were you thinking?

You'd set this on fire
and only the ants would burn?

Exactly, Juan, I wasn't thinking straight.

I've been smoking all night.

And you couldn't even say,
"Leo, stop. That's enough."

Here's the good news,

we can leave now
and put an end to this trip.

We'll have to walk.

Walk?

The f*cking keys to the van
are buried in this mess.

Just ignore Ana.
All she does is aggravate people.

Yeah. But why do I feel like Ana's right?

You can't be in love with your best friend
without being a l*sbian.

What about our friendship?

Relax.

Relax. Listen to me.

There are many different forms of love

and you have nothing to be ashamed
of or worried about.

Everything will be fine.

Are you sure, Flora?

We're okay?

Yes.

Does this mean we're "girlfriends"?

No, I already have a husband!

You should consider it, because
I could give you more orgasms than him.

But I have all the orgasms I need
and I don't want to lose time.

What's important is that we love each
other and everything's going to be fine.

You and I are a team.

Listen, Marí, as I read your book,

I got the sense that
everything you wrote is very important.

But it was too heart-wrenching.

Don't you think it's good to feel moved?

Yes, but it shouldn't feel like t*rture.

Good point.

You're talking as though
there's a happy ending.

Really? I mean... Well...

Listen...

SUFFERING / LIVING AGAIN
A LIFE NOT DARK

Life isn't always dark, María.

Flora mentioned that to me as well.

See? Do you see?

She's very good at what she does,
you should trust her, don't you think?

Everything in the desert
Gets blown away by the breeze

In the desert
It's all blown away by the breeze

This was a mistake.

Don't you hate people who say,
"I told you so"?

Yes, Enrique, but no. I'm saying
that I made a mistake with María.

What am I doing here?

Juan, these things happen.

Up until yesterday, my life was perfect.
Maybe not perfect,

but my life was good.

I had everything, my life was complete.

I'd even found the love of my life,
and yet, here I am, looking for what?

I don't know what I lost
or what I came here to find.

Come on.

We spent the whole night screwing around.

I swear,
I'll find those keys any moment now.

I'm telling you.

-Should we let him continue?
-Of course, he won't drink until he does.

All right.

Where'd you see them last?

In the tent.

Good, it's a starting point.

sh*t, Tina, I'm sorry.
That was way out of line.

You're making me cry.

It's because we've been drinking.
I just...

Sweetie...

I adore you.

I think it's time to go.

Yes, I'm exhausted, this is too much.

Let's go.

Dessert's ready to serve.

I'm sorry.

I want to apologize
and this is the best way I know how.

That's so nice.

But I think it's best
to leave it for another day, okay?

Yes, Ana, it's very late.

-It's your favorite, María.
-Cheesecake?

You never said
you didn't want any dessert.

Well...

Don't make me beg, please.

Ana, I really think it's best we go.

-We'll talk tomorrow, all right?
-Yes.

-And then we'll...
-No.

You can't leave without dessert.

What? No, we're leaving, come on.

I love you,
but I just can't stomach it now.

-Isn't that right?
-I'll get the car...

-It's locked.
-It won't open.

I have the key.

No one's leaving here tonight.

Let's have a look...

-...all that drinking...
-They must be somewhere.

The keys have to be around here.

He found them!

Way to go!

-Let's go!
-The last one...

-Come on.
-Let's go.

Let's not waste any more time.

What?

You locked us in?

Are you crazy? But how?

Have some dessert and I'll let you out.

-This is kidnapping!
-Dear...

Fine then, I'll just call the cops.

-What do you think of that? Right?
-Ana...

My cell phone...

I have your phones too.

What?

Where's my phone?

No, it's not there.

Where's my phone?

What's wrong with you?
Have you lost your mind?

See? She's Yolanda Saldívar in this story.

Don't forget, you took my phone away too.

We weren't holding you against your will.
Come on, Ana, that's enough!

I can't believe you'd do this out of envy.

Admit it, this is all about envy.

Yes, you're right, of course.

I admit it, I'm envious of María.

Seriously? I knew that.

And now, I need you to acknowledge
you're envious too.

You're not leaving here
until you eat cake and open your hearts.

What? Are you going to leave me with this?

Flora...

Flora, this is what happens when...

The walls are closing in, I can't...

I can't breathe, what's happening?
What do you call this?

-It's claustrophobia.
-I feel really hot and nauseous.

-Calm down.
-Tina...

Oh, please, stop exaggerating.

Don't touch me, b*tches! This is serious!

I need some air.
I have to get out of here.

Please, I implore you, I'm serious.

Please, let me out of here.
I'm begging you.

Open the door.

I can't breathe.

-f*ck!
-Tina!

-My foot!
-What happened? Be careful.

I twisted my ankle.

Ana, you can't keep us here like this.

I can't be the only one
feeling this in my chest.

You have these feelings too.

Confess, God damn it!

Ana, calm down.

No, I won't calm down.

Don't leave me alone with all
this sh*t inside. Please, I beg you.

Anita, sweetie...

What's going on?
I've never heard you talk like this.

Of course not, Tina.
You've never heard me like this.

I'm the only one who hears this voice.

Talk to me, say it.

-Why don't you just give Flora the key?
-Yes, give it to me.

-This is between you and I.
-Really? Oh, please...

What do you want me to say?

-That I'm envious of you?
-Yes.

Don't you think I know, Tina?

It's eating you up inside that
you don't have a relationship

like María, Flora, and I.

María's alone now but...

You envy her for her intelligence.

Because she's able to focus on things

besides Botox, the gym,
and plastic surgery.

Don't worry, Tina.

It's okay because María would k*ll
to have a body like yours

and to have three massage therapists,

a personal trainer, weekly facials,

saunas, social clubs, trips abroad,

a credit card with no limit.

-Come on, Ana.
-No!

Admit you resent the fact that
Dad favors me over you.

That's why you're like the tough one
who can do it all, sh*t!

I'm not stupid.

There is envy in this world,

whether it's big or small,
it's always here.

Do you know how heavy a burden that is?

Ana...

You hate seeing me succeed, right?

I'm really proud of you.

So?

It's just not fair.

What's not fair?

I studied literature,
I read books by all of the great authors.

-And?
-Who are you?

An engineer
who decided she wanted to write,

and then won awards.

You're in newspapers,

you're invited to festivals,
fairs, parties.

That's what I want.

That's what I don't have.

I don't have that.

But I write too.

And to top it all off,
we have the same lover, it's unbelievable!

What are you doing, Tina? Stop eating!

Let me go, no!

This is what I've always done.

When people fight, I can't stop eating.

-Stop it, Tina.
-I told you, I can't stop, leave me alone.

In addition to that,

I should stop because not only
is it full of carbs... Leave me alone!

But also, because it contains poison.

Poison? Why do you say that?

Just like in María's book.

-What?
-That's what you told me, Ana.

About the crime,

the poison in the cake, the m*rder,

like in your book, María.

Why are you laughing?

Tina, where did you get that story?

Are you okay?

Ana told me.

It was a joke, Tina.

There was no poisoning in María's book.

You f*cking piece of sh*t!

-Calm down.
-No, I won't!

This is so full of sh*t!
I'm getting out of here.

Let me go.

Open the f*cking door!

I'm going now, son of a b*tch!

Wait, hang on.

So Tina doesn't know the story in my book.

Here's the book
I'd like you to comment on.

There are a lot pages here.

Flora, to be honest, I've never read
anything this long. I'm too lazy to do it.

You don't have to read it.
I have another task for you.

-Like what?
-Here, look.

I jotted down some ideas.

Memorize these notes,

give this feedback to María
in your own words,

she'll think you read the entire book.

It's team work.

What do you think?

Damn you!
You manipulated me as if I were an idiot!

It's disgusting!
I'm not surprised about Flora.

But coming from you, Tina?
You should be ashamed.

I'm sorry.

I published a book that's nothing like me.

You used me as a puppet.

I'm like some pop star in her 40's.
It's pathetic!

Come on, don't be so dramatic.
You're famous and successful.

There's your award.

At least I have an award.
What do you have to show for?

I have my dignity. I'm not
the product of commercial hypocrisy.

Her book is better than yours.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

You should feel better instead
of complaining and being so ungrateful.

So many people would k*ll
to be in your shoes.

How can she feel better if she sold out?

At least she has something to sell.

Your cheap m*rder novel is just
a subliminal expression of your desires.

Could it be true?

But she's my sister!

-Tina, stop!
-Okay.

Spit it out!

You're being ridiculous,
it's not poisoned!

There's no poisoning in my book,

but there is in Ana's book.

The novel taps into an author's senses.

Although there are many stories
of poisoning for revenge,

the mystery's resolution
is what matters least in this book.

It's an adventure
in which language is the protagonist.

This can't be happening.

Tina, please, vomit.

-I don't want to.
-Throw up.

No, I don't want to vomit.

I know you hate it,
but you always vomit what you eat.

I'm sure it's toxic, María.

No, it's not.

Let her believe anything she wants.

You think I'm anorexic and sick
because I take care of myself.

You'll never have my body,
not in a million years.

Do you know where
all this envy will lead you?

When you're 50 years old,

you'll come to me asking,

"Tina, what should I do?
I look awful. Nobody wants me."

You're fat. It's all surgery.

So what? Sweetie...
Just because you can't do it,

doesn't make it wrong.

I take care of myself.

Because I'll never let myself get fat.

I took care of myself all my life.

It's so...

This, honey, is called discipline. Okay?

So, get off my case!

-You have to get it out of your system!
-No!

Enough about the f*cking poison!
Stop being so paranoid!

How can you possibly think
I'd pull that kind of sh*t?

-Of course, you could.
-Obviously!

-Our Yolanda Saldívar.
-Tina.

-What? What's wrong?
-Let's see.

What is it?

-It hurts.
-Are you okay?

-She poisoned her.
-Did you poison her?

Tina!

What are you doing, María?

I wouldn't put anything past you.

-I won't give in so easily.
-Flora, leave Tina alone. It's hysteria.

Do something about María!

-I don't know...
-You're my f*cking sister, help me!

-Put down the knife.
-No! For f*ck's sake!

Not until this lunatic lets us leave.

And you're not insane?

I've had it, that's enough!

-Lunatic!
-No, you're crazy, look at you!

Let's calm down.

-María...
-Son of a b*tch!

-I'm sorry.
-Son of a b*tch!

Don't touch my sister!

Help!

María, let her go! Tina, sweetie...

Ana!

sh*t!

m*therf*cker! Is that how
you blow Samuel or what, b*tch?

Take your chardonnay!

What are you doing? No!

Please no,
I haven't even finished paying for that!

María!

What's happening?

My sister! Enough!

Calm down!

Dude.

We f*cked up.

All right. Here.

-Thanks.
-Can I get you anything else?

How am I doing, Doc?

You're fine, Flora.
It was shocking to see all that blood

but luckily, it's nothing serious.

I put three stitches in,
now, you're as good new!

How's Tina?

Tina? Who is that?

The one next to me.

She's the one in best shape.

Thanks.

Doctor, am I dying?

We got your blood test results.

So, tell me...

We didn't find any trace of poison.

-No?
-But we did find high levels of alcohol.

Oh, thank God!

What about my friend?

-Which one?
-The one who got stabbed.

It was just a superficial cut, Tina.

That's good, and my other friend?

The other one has a deviated septum.

Baby, I know a good surgeon, honey.

Let's see. No, that's perfect.

Do you want us to get your husband?

All right.

Doctor...

EMERGENCY

-How are you?
-I'm fine, yeah.

We have to talk.

-Sure, whatever you like...
-No,

just the girls.

Just the four of you? Are you sure?

We'll finish this conversation over chat.

No, don't worry.

Be careful.

Well, I'm glad everyone's fine.

-What about the baby?
-What baby?

I don't understand... Is someone pregnant?

No...

I said, let's grab a "beverage,"
would you like that?

-Sure.
-Let's go.

-Coming?
-Yeah.

How's my nephew?

Or niece.

Fine.

Thank God!

It was all my fault. I'm so sorry.

Ana, don't say that...

This isn't about who's to blame.

We're all the same, aren't we?

No.

Marí...

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Forgive me for everything I said.

But you were right.

The joke about

poison in my book,

that was a good one!

It's not funny to me.

Tina...

It was a great joke.

I guess, if you say so.

At least, we can laugh
about our misfortunes, right?

Speaking of fortunes,
we should cancel today's interview.

And we still have things to discuss,
right?

I know.

Girls,

I want to say something.

Despite everything
that happened last night,

which was a real disaster,

I want you to know that

I love you so much.

You're like my family, you know?

You're our sister.

I love you too, very much.

Me too.

I love you deeply.

I really do love them.

Honestly.

You never had a taste.

All right, girls,

we have to be very discreet about

what happened last night.

I'm serious. That is

we cannot, under any circumstances,
share this with anyone else.

Should we make a pact?

Like when we were younger.

-Yes.
-Yeah.

-Oops. There we go.
-Bring me in closer.

Richie!

Tina, right?

-How are you, cutie? What's your name?
-Luis Miguel...

-Let's go, dear.
-Let's go. Wait.

You're in your prime.

Enjoy it, have a good time,

don't let anyone or anything
ruin it for you.

If you say so.

It feels so much better
knowing you're not the only one,

right?

Ana!