01x08 - Counterfeit

[bunniefuu]

She loves me.

You're still going on with that?

She loves me not.

I don't understand why.

Little by little, I've been
turning into a better Morales.

Very little by little.

Look. Rebeca's in Paris already.

That crêpe looks so delicious.

Rodri,
that's not a crêpe though.

Lately, you've become
so judgmental, Morales.

Alright, "le crepé".

I give up, my friends! I can't.

I really can't sleep
with all that noise.

I've already checked the roof
and there's nothing.

I don't know
what's making so much noise.

I'm going to sleep here.

What do I do?

- Do you think I should...?
- No. No.

That's gross, Morales!

What? Your boyfriend
doesn't wake up like that?

I don't know.

Good morning. How did you sleep?

Where did you buy that mattress?

It's comfortable, isn't it?

I had one of the worst nights
of my life.

Well, at least
it smelled like you.

Like dirt.
That's gross. Clean it.

That mattress is ranked
number one in the pillow market.

Says who?

Joe Elliot.

- Who?
- The infomercial guy!

I was tempted to go back
to my apartment to sleep.

But between the noises
and the mattress,

well, I preferred the mattress.

Alright.

Are you sure those noises
don't live inside your head?

No, I swear they don't.
In fact, come with me.

Let's go. Come with me
so you can hear it.

Life is so unfair.

Now what did you do, Rodri?

Just think about it.

We, who have tried
to stop plagiarism,

have tried to make craft beer
in an honorable way.

We've sold art,
we've done things well,

and yet we're here,
eating leftovers.

Yet there are people out there
who treat others horribly.

Lords and ladies.

Or others who put their
stupid videos on the internet,

influencers.

They even make their porn films
and become famous millionaires.

That's a myth, Rodri.

I've filmed myself and look,
I'm still as screwed as ever.

Who'd want to watch porn
with you in it, Chesca?

Wait till I become famous
and then you'll see.

No. I don't like it
when you make that face.

Who are you calling?

The Daddy.

Wait, did you get excited
after our talk?

The Daddy is the one

who moves the black market
in Satélite City.

The conurbation area
amazes me more and more.

Daddy, how are you, my dear?

Stop, Daddy.

Hear the noises
in your head yet?

Did you hear?

Yes.

What's up, Beca?

Hello, Morales!

How are things in Paris?
Are you having fun?

More than you can imagine.

I'm not behaving well
and I love it.

I'm glad you called.
Do you hear any noise?

Yes. Yes, I hear something.

Told you I'm not crazy.

Morales, what are you doing
at Vale's apartment?

The thing is there's a noise
that won't let me sleep,

and he doesn't believe me.

Yes, it's normal, Vale.

What do you mean?

Yes. Remember the old lady
I told you about

who almost always appears?

No!

Yes!

It's the story
I tell to absolutely everyone

who's going to rent
that apartment.

Right, Morales?

No!

You guys, don't worry about it.

I swear nothing bad will happen.

Just try not to leave
any food out

in the living room.

That attracts her.

Say what?
Is my apartment haunted?

"Adieu! Voulez vous coucher
avec moi, ce soir."

So long! Bye!

Are you ready
to be a millionaire?

I'm not going to sh**t
a porn video with you.

You wish you could, buddy boy.

So what do we have to do?

Daddy says he'll get me a video.

A porn video of a famous actor.
Do you know who it is?

Who?

Johnny Larios.

And with that video
we can do the whole business.

Okay.

Do you know anyone
who wants to buy it?

Do you remember Morales's ex?
The hotheaded one?

This guy was her crush.

I'm pretty sure she would pay
a pretty penny for that video.

Rodri, think bigger, my darling.

We're still talking
about the buyer, aren't we?

The old lady.
The old lady, the old lady!

Take it easy.

I already threw away
all the food that was open.

Thank you, Morales.

Did you check well? We can't
leave any food lying around.

I don't want to summon her.

Hey, relax.
That's not going to happen.

I've lived here for many years,

and you know
how many times I've seen her?

How many?

Not once.

Besides, those noises you hear
could be, well, anything.

Remember my journalism teacher,
who is very famous?

I don't know.

I don't think Pedrito
would lend himself for this.

What? Why not?
But of course, Rodri.

He's the king of gossip and
all the advertisers love him.

Yes, but I forgot to tell you
one small detail.

He taught a class
called "Ethics in Media."

Okay. I don't think
I've explained myself well.

Do you want to keep eating
leftover potatoes?

Or do you want to eat pizza?

Do you have pizza?

Rodri, my dear,
concentrate, okay?

Alright.

With all the money we're going
to make from this business,

you will make enough
to buy yourself lots of pizzas.

Okay.
I hadn't seen it like that.

But how much will I get
from the sale?

Well, I was wondering
when you were going to ask.

You would get
six percent of the profits.

Chesca,
don't try to play me for a fool.

I want six percent
of your cut of the profits.

I don't know.

Thank you.

Well, okay, Rodri.

Now, call Pedrito.

I'm about to break
the first rule of his class,

no defaming.

Pedrito. Teach.
Pedrito, how you doin'?

This is Rodri.

No, not from last night.

No, the other Rodri

from the Ethics in Media
journalism class.

Listen, I've got a proposition
you won't be able to refuse.

Did you hear? Did you hear?

Easy.

What's up, Rebeca?

Bon appétit.

Same for us over here.

What? If you want,
I'll teach you French later.

The language of love.

How about no.

Ernesto has taught me well,
thank you.

Listen, has Mrs. Meche
kept showing up?

Mrs. Meche?

Rebeca, we don't want
to talk about that stuff.

So how is Paris? Is it fun?
Even though you're not with me?

Paris...

Paris.

Hey! You have to go
to Café Amélie.

Ernesto says the best onion soup
in all of France is there.

I'm not a fan of onions,
honestly.

Do you want me to call him?

He can pick you up
for sight seeing.

No! No, no.

Well, you know I'm more like,

kind of like
an independent traveler.

That's right.

Okay, so we'll talk later.
Don't worry about me.

- "Sacrebleu! Obrigado!"
- Likewise.

Goodbye!

Did you hear that?

I don't know, ask Ernesto.

Hello.

Hi, Morales.

You're probably wondering
what we're doing.

No.

We're going
to become millionaires

by breaking a rule of my Ethics
in Media journalism class.

Hey, I need you
to do me a favor.

A favor.

I want you
to help me record something.

Would it happen to be
a porn video?

Rebeca, you're in Paris!

Stop calling us
and go enjoy yourself.

Have you been out
to see the Eiffel Tower?

Or have you been to a museum?

The Eiffel Tower
is visible from here.

It's not that special
as you can see.

I don't know.

I think Paris
is incredibly overrated.

So what are you guys doing?

Nothing.

And what are you doing later?

Nothing.

So, Morales and you.
What's the deal?

Morales and me, what?

Have you done the dirty?

Of course not!

Although the other day
we almost kissed.

Sorry. What? For real?

Rebeca, don't make
such a fuss about it.

No, no, no.
I think it's just the apple.

I mean, the champagne.

You didn't do it?

Girl, no!

I felt like there was something,
some vibes, you know?

Like a post coitus energy.

And I'm almost never wrong
about those things.

Well,
there's some tension for sure,

but I can't, Rebeca.
I have a boyfriend.

Alright, Vale, Vale.

If your boyfriend lives
in another country,

he's barely real.

And if you haven't seen
each other in almost a year,

it doesn't count.

I don't know, Beca.

If I had kissed Morales,

all my plans
would have changed a lot.

Yeah. Plans,
how they change, right?

One day you have
all the money to go to Paris,

and the next day...

You are, in fact, in Paris.

Is everything okay?

Yes, everything is perfect.
I'll call you later, okay?

Let me know
if you do it, buddies, bye!

Okay, Pedrito's down.

Now it's time
to put pressure on daddy.

That sounds very kinky.

Rodri, I like the way
you're thinking lately.

Hey, are we sure
we want to do this, Chesca?

It's just...

If we go public
with that video from...

Johnny Larios.

Couldn't we be ruining his life?

Well, of course, yeah,

we could manage to ruin
the life of Johnny Larios.

But?

But what?

"Pedritocasi dot com."

PEDRITO NATIONAL PREMIERE 7 P.M.
INTIMATE VIDEO OF JOHNNY LARIOS

I can't believe
what money can do.

My Ethics in Media journalism
teacher broke his first rule.

Give me a break, it's Pedrito.

Put on the video of the mayo.

Vale, we have to talk.

I know what happened at karaoke.

Got on your nerves, me too.

And trust me, coming here
is taking some courage,

but it's time for you to know.

I like you. I like you a lot.

And the fact that you have
a boyfriend breaks my heart.

I don't know, I'm sure
if you give me a chance...

I mean, I don't mean
to get involved in your life...

Well, yeah, I do want
to get involved in your life.

No way. Really?

Come on.

Who the heck sleeps
with their eyes open, Valeria?

Meche!

I don't know why
every time you say Daddy.

I picture those beefy dudes
like from "For Women Only."

The daddy!

What's up, my friend?

Daddy.

Chesca, here is
what you asked for.

But you know, discretion.
Discretion.

Sure thing!

The best deal
you could have ever made, guys.

Going to make a lot of money?

Hey bro, why do they call you
"The Daddy"?

The daddy?
Look. Hold this a sec.

Hold on, no.
That doesn't matter. It doesn't.

Don't be a so mean, Chesca.

- It's fine, no problem.
- Alright then.

Vale? Okay, sorry
for what I said earlier.

I hope this helps you sleep.

Rodri, shut up!
What are you doing?

Well, there are seagulls
in the sea, right?

The point is for Vale to relax,
not to wake up with tachycardia.

Okay,
I can sound like a dolphin.

Okay.

Chesca, stop! That sounds
like a run over rodent.

What? I have swum with dolphins
and they do that.

"This is your captain speaking.
Iceberg ahead."

What are you doing, you oaf?

They are sounds of the sea,
aren't they?

Boy.
I'm going to have to start over.

Don't forget
to delete this, okay?

Hello,
everyone watching at home.

My name is Rob Boss.

Today, we're going
to be painting a work of art.

Come paint with me.

Wasn't that Rebeca's boyfriend?

Now, all these paint allows us

to create
an infinite pool of creativity.

The Daddy failed me.

Now we're going
to ask the canvas

permission to paint on it.

Let the canvas talk to you.
What are you saying, canvas?

This has to be the worst porn
I've ever seen in my whole life.

I don't get it. He said
he'd never let me down again.

Sharing energies with the canvas
is not to be taken for granted.

It is a relationship
in which one entity, the artist,

expresses connection
and holds space for creation...

Hey, Chesca, you okay?

Yeah, only that everything
happens for a reason.

Alright now, Daddy!

I'm going to give you
what's yours! Yeah.

You can get something
much better, Chesca.

Just like that,
is that what you want?

Is that what you want?

Here is where you'll put
some green, happy strokes.

Yeah.

Turn that off already, please.

Go.

I want to know how you're doing
with your French.

I really want to go back.

I haven't managed
to make friends.

Hello, Beca.

Girlfriend, I heard
Mrs. Meche's noises again.

Who?

The old lady, you know.
The one who makes lots of noise.

Yes, I've seen her.

Hey, but it is scary.

Vale, how many times
do I have to tell you?

There is no such thing!

If you want,
we'll go to the rooftop.

No! There's no one
on the rooftop.

I mean nothing. No one.

The truth is that she does exist

and one of them
is tiny, really tiny,

you know, running. It's like...

- It's like this really small.
- What?

Vale, why are you in Paris?

What is this, Rebeca?

Why did you say you're in Paris?
Why did you lie?

Well, it's just...
the truth is I'm homeless.

What do you mean,
you're homeless?

That's not the worst of it.

I know. People like me know
that everything can get worse.

But what happened?

My dad had some...

He has legal problems
and our house is in foreclosure.

Well, at least
he has his health.

The poor thing has
a horrible case of hemorrhoids.

Alright, but we can solve
our problems with our family.

My mom abandoned us.

- Alright, but...
- Stop, Rodri. Stop. Thank you.

Really,
why'd you lie to us, Rebeca?

Yeah, Rebeca.

You know we don't have
to lie between us friends.

I mean, even I know that.

I know, but I talked to my dad,

and I didn't know
what to tell you all.

I also didn't want you to know
that I was living up here.

Why would you do that?
It's all cold and dark there.

And that pseudo bed smells,
all musty...

I hate that dumb bed.

You'll see this is temporary.

What if you come
and live with me?

Are you serious?

You're the greatest friend
in the world.

Chesca.

Look.

What the heck?

I don't know what hurt me more.

Is it Pedrito's betrayal

or is it that he put
my worst picture online?

I wonder
who could have leaked it.

Yeah, me too.

Very few people
have access to this photo.

Sometimes, Mrs. Meche

can do some things
that are unimaginable.

Unbelievable.

Well, I am publicly destroyed.

Not so much, Rodri.