01x01 - Polo

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MEXICO CITY

More in a minute.

"Camila Urquiza, the heartbroken widow."

- Please.
- Leave that, love.

Let's toast. Come here.

What?

- What's this? For me?
- Of course.

So you can change that old, scratched one.

Well, try it on.

- Sorry...
- No, leave it!

Anyone can make a mistake.

That's what people
who don't own anything say.

Let's go!

Can you go up?
I need you to clean some dirty sheets.

Is that all?

- I think so.
- And in return?

In return?

You know what I want.

You f*cked Lupe!

What are you saying, love? In your house?

On my black marble counter!

I can explain. Look...

Calm down.

Oh, f*ck!

The cameras are lying.

- This doesn't.
- They're lying.

- This doesn't lie.
- No!

Don't you dare!

Palermo wants animal print?

How should I know!

Son of a b*tch, how could you?

With Lupe! Lupe of all people!

I'll miss you, love!

I never want to see you again!

f*ck!

Misfortune

Send three wrappers of any Urqui product

and take part in our contest.

You could win a year of free drinks

or a Caribbean vacation for two.

Urqui is waiting for you.

Stop, as*h*le!

It's mine, give it to me!

Hey, no!

Kids...

It was my last clean one.

Just what I needed. f*cking nightmare.

Can I get a hot dog, please,
and a scratch ticket?

That's 92.

And some ketchup and mustard too.

That's ten pesos extra.

- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is.

- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is.

Look, dude.

I worked in one of these for two years.

I used to charge extra and pocket it.

I get it.

But I'm having a shitty day today

and I want ketchup on my f*cking hot dog.
Easy.

CONDIMENTS AT EXTRA COST
$10 THANKS!

Almost.

Better luck next time.

I wish you all the best.

Thanks for buying.

Learn what, Mom?

I'm fed up.

Fed up of life.

Lola.

CHACACHACARE ISLAND
TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO

Coming! Don't take the pill.

Give me a minute, if not...

What are you saying?

Right, what's the problem?

I'm serious,
I don't have enough for ketchup.

f*ck!

Okay, two things.

Ketchup is bad for your health

and I don't have any money.

Maybe Flavio can get me a job there

and I'll move in with you.

I'm your son, right?

You're grown up, darling.

And here, I'm, well...

reinventing myself.

This new me

has no kids.

But I love you.

I don't know.

Reinvent yourself.

You can do it.

Lola, come.

- Coming.
- It's starting to tickle.

Coming! My darling,

I have to go.

Watch what you eat, okay?

Bye.

CAMILA DE URQUIZA REMEMBERS
HER HUSBAND

Hi, love.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You're f*cking crazy, you know?

Mexican ID. Like you asked for.

LEBRUN, MARIE CLAIRE

Right. Here's the money.

What did you expect? It's a 2010 Toyota.

- One G, maybe.
- What?

Here.

Doesn't matter. 3,000.

In Mexico you'll need money
more than the Cartier.

- Victoria...
- What?

One more time, but with feeling.

Don't tell me.

They kicked you out again.

You have no place to stay.

And no money.

Julio, we said never again.

I know.

Lucía, look at me.

How thin I am.

It's cold outside, too.

You don't want me to sleep outside.

You're my angel.

You're always there.

You never let me down.

When I pray to Baby Jesus,

you know who I pray for?

For you, always.

You know, right?

Hey. Last time.

Say yes already.

I can come in.

The Forbes list was published again.

The richest in the world
are getting richer,

and we're getting poorer.

No change in the top 10,

our friend, Tío Slim, is still there.

But there's a dark horse
gaining on the rest:

The Urquiza family.

Donuts, Urqui Mart, bread, beer.

If you eat or drink it,
or it comes in a can, it's Urqui.

Never again, Julio.

This time, I promise you.

I have a plan.

- Really?
- Yes.

What plan?

Do you know the Urquizas?

That's what's interesting.

The rich get richer even after death.

Federico Urquiza, the father,
died of a heart attack two months ago.

Now everyone is asking

who is Mexico's next gluten king?

All bets are on his firstborn, his heir,

the eligible bachelor, Fede Urquiza,

who has been more focused
on building a museum

than the family fortune.

We'll have to see what happens
to Camila de Urquiza,

the elegant first lady of the empire,
now that her husband has gone.

Or Inés, the middle child,
breaking the status quo of rich families

by marrying Chumpi Mendoza,

whose new money
is said to come from shrimp,

but some people aren't sure.

And Rafaela, the youngest Urquiza.

People say she's not stupid

but Instagram shows her partying all over,

consuming more than just mezcal.

The black sheep of the family
are very interesting.

Cousins, Balbina Urquiza,
Communications director,

and Julián, her twin brother.

Both have a tortured past.

That's right.

Their dad died in a plane crash.

They say he was flying
under the influence.

What I'm wondering now

is who will win Fede Urquiza Jr.'s heart

and become the donut queen.

AFTER ANTONIO SIMONIAN

THE FALL OF GALLEON FUND

- No, Julio, please. Why...
- Why?

Why don't you look for a normal job?

- Really?
- Yes.

I can get you a job here.

What's that?

Whose is it?

It was a customer's.

A very good customer.

He died not long ago.

Alone.

Single, you know those stories.

And nobody has come to get it.

Wow! How long has it been here?

Maybe...

two months. No, more.

Wow!

No...

Your face!

Hey...

Pima cotton. At least 200 thread count.

French seams.

Neapolitan collar.

Made to measure,
probably in Madrid or maybe Milan.

Well... How do you know all that?

I had some like this.

"M, M." What does that mean?

Miguel Montefusco.

They called him Michi.

Michi.

- Keep it.
- Really?

Camila Urquiza won't go for just anyone.

Leave before the morning shift
and lock the door.

Thanks.

Good luck.

Miguel Montefusco.

Hi. Michi Montefusco.

Nice to meet you, Marie Claire.

OUTSIDE MEXICO CITY
8 HOURS LATER

WELCOME

URQUI GROUP

The Urquiza Foundation
is firmly committed to the environment.

We kindly ask you to recycle
your champagne glasses.

Hey, champ!

The living image of your father.

Well played, Fede.

What a game, man.
The last chukker was very close.

- Well done.
- We lost.

FEDERICO URQUIZA
THE INSECURE HEIR

- Thanks.
- Last time...

Fede!

Great game, right?

- Ignore her.
- Give me one.

Yes, man.

RAFAELA URQUIZA
DADDY'S FAVORITE

He's an a*s.

Let me get a photo.

Rafaela.

Are you done?

Why? In a hurry?

My mom.

Always so inclusive and liberal.

You don't shock me...

You bore me.

CAMILA DE URQUIZA
THE MISUNDERSTOOD WIDOW

Fede! Well done!

Darling!

Who would have thought, a polo player!

Why "who would have thought?"

- Just a saying, love.
- Well, don't say it.

- Don't be so sensitive.
- Fede!

No, you played well, Fede.

Photo of the happy couple.

Do you want it with tongue?

- Pressing the Tamagotchi?
- Whatever you want.

INÉS URQUIZA, THE INVISIBLE SISTER
CHUMPI MENDOZA, CULIACÁN ROYALTY

Darling, stop! Not that, okay?

- When's the wedding?
- Three months.

- Congratulations.
- For the next... Wait.

Hey...

This weekend everyone's invited
to the engagement party.

- Yes!
- You too.

Mrs. Urquiza, could we get a family photo?

Of course, what a good idea.

- Rafaela,
- Yes, sure.

- Inés. Inés, family photo.
- Okay, Mom.

- Okay.
- Fede.

And your friend?

- Mom.
- What?

Why is Chumpi in it?

- Because of this, Rafa.
- Oh, yes.

Come, Rafaela.

- Why? It's not fair.
- I'm telling you.

Family.

- Aunt.
- Fede.

- Oh, Leticia.
- They lost.

It was to be expected.

I thought you weren't coming.

That you had more important things on.

My brother's company is my priority.

LETICIA URQUIZA
THE POWERFUL AUNT

- My top priority, dear.
- Of course.

That's it. Closer together.

- Smile.
- Look at them smile.

Obviously no photo or polo for us.

BALBINA URQUIZA
THE RESENTFUL COUSIN

I don't know.

That cotton looks itchy.

JULIÁN URQUIZA
BALBINA'S SHADOW

Darling.

The point is not the polo.

The point is they're there,
philanthropists, posing for photos,

while we are here,

eating sh*t.

I prefer it.

Remember the party
they had in memory of mom and dad?

No.

Well, I do.

No lobster canapés.

I'm going to buy a horse.

Do you want anything?

Okay.

Thanks.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- You're not from here, right?
- No.

- Is it obvious?
- No, no.

But I know everyone
and I've never seen you. Who you with?

Does it matter?

You're one of those women
who answer a question with a question?

Maybe. Yes.

What's your name?

Marie Claire Lebrun.

Oh, Marie Claire, enchanté.

Fede's friend, right?

No, actually,

I hate that guy.

Just kidding! He's like a brother to me.

We studied in Switzerland and had
our first communion together. Why?

I assumed you were going
to the engagement party.

To Careyes? Yes.

It's a drag,

but better than
the original Culiacán plan.

Count me out of that.

I'd tell Ine my granny died or something.

I'm going to the bathroom.

- You know where?
- Yes.

Thanks, man.

Thanks.

And you?

What are you doing with no drink?

Waiting for you to bring me one.

Well, you're in luck.

- Thanks.
- I'm Michi Montefusco.

- Balbina Urquiza.
- My pleasure.

Urquiza...

Wow.

Fabulous party. Congratulations!

I'm sorry about your father.

My father?

No...

My parties are much more fun.

The widow is... my aunt.

And you?

Where are you from? That accent?

Here and there.

From the world. A nomad.

Why are you here?

Like everyone, to help Mexico.

Right, like everyone.

I can think of a few things
you could help me with.

Really?

What's up, Balbis? Shots?

Dude, shots aren't a thing anymore.

- Is this guy bothering you?
- Always.

- What's up, man?
- Go away.

Why do you always interrupt?

If you'll excuse me a moment.

- See?
- Always.

You're really drunk.

- I'm fine.
- Want a racket?

- Let's get one.
- You always interrupt everyone

- when it's going well.
- Come on.

What are you doing?

Having a breather.

Okay.

I want to leave.

So leave. You already played.

Dude, I've been practicing
my speech for two weeks.

f*ck, you always have to play dad.

You should have played.

f*ck, Chumpi played.

On your team? No way.

Anyway, I hate polo.

At least my dad taught you.

True.

Want some?

Don't you have something stronger?

sh*t, this is strong, okay?

I invested in this "Amazon of weed,"
Trippage.

With what money?

With the trust fund, what else?

I spent it all on the museum.

Right.

My dad left me nothing.

What? He left you the trust fund.

But that's my money.

Not the company's.

Cristina made me donate five million

to save the porpoises, then cut me off.

Can I...

- Can I get a maté?
- The ball caused a ruckus.

Yes.

Hi.

- How are you?
- Hi, hi.

Could I share a maté?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

The game was close.

- Yes.
- The b*stards put up a fight.

- What's his name? Urquiza?
- Yeah.

We'd rather die than lose to a Mexican.

- Right, guys?
- Yes.

And your girlfriend?

Ranting about the photo,
so I told her to leave.

I heard the dad could have won.

We had a deal with the dad, but...

the son didn't know.

- Right.
- Yes.

Stop, you f*cking pothead.

One was enough.

My mom is looking for us.

Inés, please, stop being so intense.

- Give her a Ritalin.
- We're coming.

- What?
- What?

Hurry, they're giving the prizes.

- Okay!
- Fede, it's not all about you.

It's my engagement even if you don't care.

Don't start with this.

I offered to play and you said no.

I wanted to choose the song.

Well...

It's not a party without reggaeton!

Fede, really, grow up, dude!

Such idiots!

Inés, reggaeton isn't music!

- Come on, Rafa.
- Coming.

Grow up.

You grow up, idiot.

Give that back...

You're going to be so high.

Stop!

Go and get your loser's trophy.

How awful.

sh*t.

sh*t, dude.

Well, well, well...

Testing.

Testing.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the official speech...

One, two...

How are my people?

Good afternoon...

This trophy

was...

It was for me, but...

we lost!

- Stop.
- Give it to him.

Thanks. Things are always better
with a good opponent.

- Congratulations and thanks.
- Thanks!

- Thanks!
- Chumpi, get him down!

I can't believe
that's the new CEO of Urqui.

Look there for the photo.

How we miss Federico.

- They are different.
- Of course.

Totally different.

- Very different.
- Very.

No, man.

Very.

The foundation was always
the most important thing for my dad.

Well...

Actually, this is all a hoax
to avoid paying taxes.

I mean, he didn't give a f*ck,
like all of you.

My dad...

hated to lose.

We lost, Dad.

I'm sure you're not proud of me.

Right, Mom?

I love you, Mommy.

I mean, what good taste...

You're sweating...

Yes, sweating, but...

I wanted to tell you something.

The champagne was warm.

- Oh...
- But the food

was quite nice.

- Excuse me.
- In the end,

who cares who won and who lost?

What matters is that we're all here

supporting obesity!

Fede...

Bravo! Genius!

Thanks.

Genius!

Thanks!

Thank you.

Mom, more people are coming to the party.

What? How many?

I don't know. More.

Guess what? Chumpi's cousins are bringing
fire bulls, like at the fair.

No way. Not in my house. No.

Tell Chumpi. He's paying for the party.

I'm not your messenger. You tell Chumpi.

When he hosts the party,
he can invite whoever he likes.

Your dad would have thought it tacky.

Mom, dad is gone.

You could have your own opinion for once.

Ine! Hi, Aunt.

She's angry.

What's with the ring?

Is it in fashion in Culiacán?

- Stop.
- No, seriously.

- It's an honest question.
- Go away.

Sorry, I couldn't help overhearing.

I love emeralds.

Diamonds are a bit common.

- Aren't they?
- Yes.

- Sorry for interrupting.
- No.

Do you know her?

- I like it.
- I want to buy a horse.

They won't sell me one.

The Urquiza Foundation is committed
to helping the environment,

please remember to recycle
your champagne glasses.

Is it not tiring?

What?

So much pressure.

Sorry, do I know you?

Michi Montefusco.

A pleasure.

I don't know what you mean.

Children.

First you love them, until you hate them.

What do you know about that?

You look like a child.

But I'm not.

Would you like one?

Good, right?

Another?

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Goodbye...

Michi Montefusco.

- Excuse me.
- Dude.

We're talking.

What's he saying?

Better get back to the party, sorry.

You know that to beat

guys like these,
you have to bribe them right?

- I think.
- My dad always won.

Precisely.

sh*t.

sh*t.

How embarrassing...

I'm never like this.

Really, sorry.

- Do we know each other?
- I don't think so.

Marie Claire Lebrun.

- Federico Urquiza.
- Nice to meet you.

- You got lost.
- No, I didn't.

I left to look at you from afar.

What are you doing Saturday?

It depends.

You coming to Careyes?

It's my sister's engagement party.

Everyone will be there.

Yes, I heard. It sounds fun.

- Come.
- I don't go to places without an invite.

Come, then you can see me up close.

I'm warning you that horses don't talk.

Okay.

- I'll think about it then.
- Okay, Marie Claire Lebrun.

Watch out.

Up close, the sun burns.

I love it.

- Enough, hey!
- What plate number?

There's someone in front!

- You see?
- I see you.

Hey, gorgeous!

There are 300 people behind you!

Julio...

You, me, children...

Thieves!

Misfortune