01x04 - Plato fuerte

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Twelve families rule the world.

And every thousand years,
there's a shift in power.

-And so...
-Come on, man.

Does this story ever end?

But you understand, right?

sh*t! What was that? My God...

You just woke up, my friend.

-What happened?
-Hey, Juan...

-A dragon...
-Juan.

He was angry, I didn't know his name.

I was asking, "Why?"

Juan, it was a nightmare.

It's just us, Enrique, Leo...

-This isn't normal.
-What?

Something's wrong.

A cerebrovascular accident.

You mean a stroke.

-How should I know?
-Ask him.

-Juan...
-It's over now. Juan.

Are you all right?

Have you lost your memory?
Do you know who I am?

You invited us to go camping

because your marriage to María is over.

You can't stop crying.

And your life...

You're a mess
because your life has been ruined.

-What?
-And you started burning books, remember?

You took her award-winning book
and then you...

Enrique!

What?

He gets the point.

Yes, but Leo's right.

He's absolutely f*cking right. It's true.

This nightmare is much worse
than my dream about the dragon.

I'm going back to sleep.

I can't deal with this sh*t!

No f*cking way!

No, Flora!

Enough! Stop laughing!

This isn't funny.

It's hilarious.
You two are sharing the same lover.

Come on, this is like a soap opera.

I'd watch the entire series.

Isn't it comforting to know
not everyone is as happy as they seem?

You have a lot of explaining to do.

Let's start by asking, "Why him?"

Is it that you can't resist
the urge to bathe him?

On top of that, he kind of looks like
my cousin who played for Pereira.

John Alex! He was so well-endowed!

-What are you talking about?
-What do you mean? Come on.

Don't you remember my cousin
who deflowered Flora?

John Alex!

Well, he deflowered her for two years.

Those were the days!

But let's focus
on the important thing here.

Is Samuel well-endowed?

-Yes.
-No.

No! You know...

As far as I could tell, he's no John Alex!

Enough about John Alex!

I'm sick of him and I don't even know him.

I hate him!

Relax. Let's try and make sense of this.

Let's start with you, María.

How did you end up with Samuel?

Well, this is what happened.

He'd been chasing after me for a while,

sending me messages over social media.

We'd cross paths at literary events.

Actually, I never paid
much attention to him.

But one day, in a moment of weakness...

Don't judge me.

Samuel?

Samuel Werner? The poet, right?

Hi.

María.

Remember we met at Mateo Esquivel's party?

Of course, how could I forget?

-How are you?
-Good.

I'm very well.

What are you looking for?

You must really know
your way around here, right?

Are you interested?

Very well then.

That's not the story you told me
when I caught you...

Those are details,
but it's the same story.

But I can't seem to picture
your story, Ana.

I can't either.

Seriously, five minutes ago you were
whining about never having had a lover.

Yes...

Why give weight
to things that aren't important?

I'm happy with Leo.
I'm not looking for another man.

It's just something that happened.
I can end it whenever I want.

I also feel guilty.

As a modern empowered woman,

I shouldn't feel guilt imposed
by a patriarchal society.

If you hadn't confessed,

I would've believed you never had a lover.

Me too.

But I'm happy for you.

Why?

What?

Don't you think
I can be an independent woman

capable of managing her sex life?

You're just not an adventurous person.

I'm sorry,
you're completely wrong about that.

I can be very bold.

Isn't that right, María?

I mean, if we're talking
like a really adventurous adventurer...

You're so prejudiced.

I'm not so innocent.

For your information,
I was the one who pursued Samuel.

"Sometimes, I throw myself into a book,

"like a desperate man
jumping into the abyss.

"And in the same way,

"I'm hoping for salvation

"as I crash this tired body
into the rock of life."

If I'm not mistaken,
you published this two years ago, right?

Yes.

But it wasn't "the rock of life".

It was "the rose of existence".

That's so much better.

Looking for anything in particular?

What?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You don't think I initiated it?

Think whatever you want.

I'll go get more wine.

You could never imagine
all the things I'm capable of doing.

FILTHY ENVY

Take care of those rings!

Ana, your phone's ringing.

Put it in your pocket.

-What is it?
-It's a message from Samuel.

Flora, give me that phone.

-What are you doing?
-No.

-Hey!
-Give me my phone!

-Tina!
-What?

Give me that!

Give it to me.

-What are you doing?
-You're so childish.

Like a syllable in a verse,

I'd like to melt into you,
following the rhythm of our bodies.

I want an exegesis describing
every inch of your skin.

The semantic density
of your words turns me on

and outshines
any complacent recent literary awards.

My God, what is "exegesis"?

Is it something sexual? Yes?

-Is that it?
-Grow up!

"Complacent literary awards"?

-That's me.
-No.

Don't listen to that so-called poet,
he's just resentful.

It sounds so sexy, "exegesis".

María, are you all right?

Why are you always talking about books?

It's so depressing.

I don't understand sh*t.

Twelve families rule the world...

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Haven't I heard this story before?

-They invented economic crises, viruses...
-Great.

It also occurred to me, but...

Juan.

Haven't you considered
a less radical solution

for your problem with María?

Like what?

Don't throw it all away.

You know when you've found the one, right?

That doesn't mean
things automatically work.

Of course, not. But I have a point.

You can make it work.

Stay with the love of your life

and find what you're missing elsewhere.

All right?

I want it all with María.

Or nothing.

Nothing is what you've got right now.

Enrique, when you say,

"Find what's missing elsewhere,"
are you suggesting a lover?

You're stuck on what I said about
no sex after having kids?

Of course.

Yes. The thing is...

You're not the type to have a lover.

Really? Why not?

Because it's double the work,
and you're lazy.

Yeah.

Yes, you're right.

I would suck at it.

We haven't finished discussing this.
Come on, please.

I still have so many questions.

Thank you, Anita!

Let's see, for example...

Who got together...

with Samuel Welmer first?

-Me.
-Me.

This was predictable.

María, when did you start seeing him?

Two months ago.

It's been two and a half months for me.

Two months
since we've been dating regularly.

We slept together a few times before then.

-Three months in total.
-It doesn't matter.

-The important thing is we're victims.
-"Victims"?

Let me finish.

Victims of a patriarchal system
that's always conditioning us.

-It's always about...
-You lost me.

Let's keep this light and fun. Commercial.

She means, let's stir the sh*t.

For example...

If I were Samuel Welmer,

and I were the lover of both of you...

sh*t, I don't know who I'd prefer.

They're both delicious.

It's not about that.

You're right, it's not.

You complement one another,
like King Kong.

"King Kong"?

King Kong, it's like a Chinese ball.

It's black and white.

It represents complementary energy,
masculine and feminine, good and evil...

You mean yin and yang.

That's it, exactly!

So, Anita...

You've got a great rack,

but you have to work on your booty.

In contrast, María has a fantastic a*s,

but small t*ts.

Enough, Tina, okay?
Stop talking about women like that.

It's ugly.

I'm not talking about women in general.

I'm talking about you two.

What Ana's trying to say is,
we shouldn't be objectifying our bodies.

Every woman is unique
and complete as she is.

It's the same with relationships.

That's so good.

So naughty.

It's amazing!

What do you want me to do to you?

Tell me what you want.
I'm here to please you.

I'm already satisfied.

All you have to do is ask.

I want poetry, my poet.

Wait a second.

We do things my way, or not at all, okay?

Got it, whatever you want.

Shirt off, stockings on,
otherwise, I'll get cold.

Perfect.

I tend to get chilly too,

but the idea of seeing your n*pples
through your shirt

drives me crazy!

You're the type of guy
that would give my mom a heart attack.

You're so delicious.

This is so wrong.

It's such a turn on.

And it's wrong, very bad.

Let's make Jesus blush.

Do you think my t*ts are misaligned?

They're perfect, my love.

Wait.

Okay, now, tell me.

Your writing reveals
a strong commitment to real literature.

Softer.

You don't compromise your style

to bend to blackmail
or commercial temptations.

The structure
of your paragraphs is so robust,

you're unparalleled

in Colombian literature today.

The music of your language...

You're magnificent,

exquisite,

incredible,

elegant,

reserved, rhetorical!

So, you're not going
to share the details of...

Of course, not.

I think you're being very selfish.

You need to understand,
this is not some joke.

María and I are still processing this,

we both just found out.

Why are you laughing?

What is it?

María...

I already knew.

I'm entitled to a little revenge, right?

-Are you f*cking with me?
-No.

How did you know?

What does it matter?

He told you?

-Is that all you care about?
-Answer me.

Does it upset you he told me

and never said anything to you about me?

Is that the only thing bothering you?

Why didn't you tell me?

And say what?

I don't know, at first, I just let it go.

Then, honestly,
I thought it'd just cause problems.

"Problems"?

Is that what you call
trusting your best friend?

You wanted to gauge my reaction
like some lab rat.

See? I knew this would be an issue.

We urgently need a sequel to this.

I swear, I only wanted...

You were just hoping
to gain an advantage in power over me.

If so, that's really sick.

No, Ana...

She was afraid of your reaction.

You stay out of this!

Don't talk to her like that.

Not to her, or any of us.

I can say what I like.

-This doesn't concern you...
-Why...

You're meddling
and you have no business...

-We're all friends.
-No.

Just stay out of it.

Don't talk to me like that!

You have no right!

No!

sh*t, Flora! No...

That was my mom's magazine rack.

What happened?

Excuse me.

Tina, what's wrong with Flora?

I don't know.

sh*t!

Don't say a word.

sh*t, Tina. It's what we feared...

What the f*ck do I do?

No, I'm not that crazy.

Don't worry, I'll get you a new rack.

Flora, why didn't you
tell me you're pregnant?

Tina!

I'm sorry.

They forced me.

They threatened to t*rture me,
you know I can't stand pain.

Tina's the least of our worries now.

Look at me.

I'm your sister.

Why didn't you tell me?

-Ana...
-Don't worry, I forgive you.

But I want to know absolutely everything.

How far along are you? Were you trying?

I'm guessing it's one baby,

or are there two?

Right, of course,
you had fertility treatments.

Clearly, Enrique's not very fertile.

Maybe it's not Enrique's?

Ana, can you just shut up?

Please, let me talk.

Yes, of course.

I'm pregnant, and yes, it's Enrique's.

I don't have a lover.

I didn't tell you
because there's nothing to tell.

What do you mean?

Is the Wi-Fi acting up or what?

Do you say, "Wi-Fi" or "the Wi-Fi"?

Where are you off to looking so hot?

Do I have a new rival?

Dad invited me to lunch.

The same rival as always.

What?

Did he remember your birthday?

Or Ana reminded him.

A week late, but that's my dad!

Don't be too hard on him.

I'll tell you, as a father to a teenager,
it's complicated.

-Is that why you didn't have more kids?
-No.

I didn't have more because of my ex,
she was a monster.

If it were up to me, I'd have had ten.

Are you thinking about having children?

No...

Not at all, I was just curious.

-Flora...
-What?

My love...

Come here.

-What?
-Two seconds.

Why do you...

Let's put it this way,

if you decide you want to be a mom,

I'll understand.

Not only will I understand,
I'll support you.

I'd be very happy to be a father, okay?

Enriqui...

You know my job is very demanding.

And I have plans.

I have no time for that. I'm off.

You're free to do
whatever you want in life,

no obligations, is that clear?

You have that luxury.

And more...

There's nothing to tell
because I'm not having it.

You say that so casually
as if you were talking about the weather.

What do you want?

To cry and ask the Virgin Mary
for forgiveness?

I think it's very insensitive of you
to treat this so lightly.

I really want a baby
but I haven't been able to conceive.

So?

It's offensive to me,
not to mention María.

-You're involving me?
-Let me handle this.

Don't freak out.

-Are you freaking out?
-No.

It seems we all understand
María's feelings except you.

I'm the villain for choosing
how to live my f*cking life?

That's enough, shut up!

I'm not some pawn
to fuel your sibling arguments.

See? She's freaking out.

You don't know how I feel.

I never asked for any special treatment.

It's already been difficult enough!

HER NAME

Juan and I had a peaceful life.

We thought harmony meant happiness.

Until one day,
we experienced real happiness.

But that didn't last.

We lived in silence.

We became distant.

We never talked about it.

We never spoke her name.

I'm tired of running.

I want to acknowledge this emptiness.

I want to say her name.

Catalina!

Ca-ta-lina.

That was her name and it still is.

It's the name none of you have
been able to say since my daughter died.

And I understand.

But I can't stand you tiptoeing around me,

as if I were made of sugar.

And I certainly can't stand you using me
to justify how you choose to behave,

as you've done many times in the past.

Is that understood?

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Marí, really.

It's fine, let's just forget it.

Let's not make a big deal out of it.

I think we need to learn

to manage our anxiety and pain better.

We need to interact differently,
find another way.

It's time to move on.

Let's not stand around looking so glum.

What should we do?

What's next, Ana?

What's next, Ana?

I have a surprise for you guys.

But you'll need your coat.

I want a beer.

Are there any left?

Careful, you idiot.

Can someone
please help me with this chair?

Maybe then I can get a beer.

Oh, f*ck!

The only beer left is warm.

Come on!

Grow up!

It's warm.

Give it to me.

Give me that.

Yeah, calm down.

Is he okay?

I don't think so,
but at least he's not crying.

Hey, Juan!

I created this space just for you,

for c*ck hour.

I hope you like it.

It turned out beautifully, Ana!

She says she's broke.

It's magnificent!

Yes? Do you like it?

I put my heart into this.

It's freezing cold!

And so...

I love this!

-Back to our discussion...
-No, Tina.

No, remember María said we should move on.

-Yes.
-No, I was referring to Flora.

Right, then, of course!

Deep down,

I don't think you should have the baby.

You'd be a bossy mom with impossibly
high expectations for your kids.

That's true.

That's not fair.

You'd be just like my mom.

No!

Yes, I mean,

whatever the kid does,
it'll never be good enough.

Your child will always be a big fat loser.

You're exaggerating.

I love Yolanda,
but let's face it, she's evil.

Can someone defend me!

I don't know about Yolanda,
but I think you're right.

She'll be the type of mom to say,

"It's nice, sweetie,
but you colored outside the lines."

Yes!

You're out of line.

Remember, I'm pregnant.

My friend...

Maternity aside, you have
more important things to worry about now.

All right, time to make a wish.

Sorry, excuse me a second.

It's your sister.

I won't be long, okay?

No worries.

Hi!

How are you?

No, it's fine.

Right, yes.

DAD

Okay.

Anita, forgive me, I'm so sorry.

It's fine, Tina, these things happen.

One of my most expensive glasses.

Dad?

Hello?

Hi, Daddy!

Good, I'm with the girls.

Yes.

I hadn't noticed you called.

A surprise?

No, tell me,

you can't leave me in suspense.

Wait, I can't hear you.

What?

What?

Really?

I love you, Daddy. Thank you!

That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever done for me!

Of course.

Her too, of course.

Thank you.

Yes.

I'm overwhelmed
by all your love and generosity.

Thank you.

What's going on?

I'm so lucky to be your daughter.

I love you, Daddy.

And so...

About the house...

Again?

We already discussed that, it was clear...

No, it's just that...

Ana needs so many things.

Some people need more time
to get on track.

More than 40 years?

Please.

Dad, I just don't think it's fair.

I'm entitled to that house too.

Ana moved in as soon as she got married.

Honey, let's be honest.

You don't need that house.

That's not the point,
it's about what's fair.

Let's see...

You have an apartment,

a summer house,

and God knows how many other things.

-Enrique's loaded.
-Enrique?

What does my husband have to do with this?

I work.

I make my own living.

I don't need a man to pay my way
and you know it!

Yes, I'm sorry.

You're absolutely right.

You don't need a man.

Forgive me.

But Ana does.

We both know that Leonardo...

I mean, little Leo...

He's not the man for her.

And so, I have to be that man.

The house is
the only valuable thing I have.

That's cheating.

No, this isn't cheating.

This is family.

No, Daddy, I can't thank you enough.

I love you, Daddy.

Yes.

I'm so thankful. I'll thank you properly
when I see you tomorrow.

I love you, Dad!

I don't want to keep my friends waiting.

Don't hang up, I want to talk to him.

Hang on a second, Daddy.

What for?

I have something to say.

Flora wants to talk to you.

I love you.

Bye.

Hi, Daddy.

Yes, I know, she's happy.

Yes.

You can't imagine the look on her face.

Yes, Dad, it's nice to see her like this.

I just wanted to tell you something.

I have some news.

I'm pregnant!

Yes, I swear, it's true.

You're going to be a grandfather.

I love you too.

I didn't say anything
because I was waiting...