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When we say "25 years together,"
we seem to be celebrating duration,
but duration is just a number, like age.
Duration is just a number, like age.
When we say "25 years together,"
we seem to be celebrating duration.
But duration is just a number, like age.
No.
When we say "25 years together,"
we seem to be celebrating age.
No. Not age.
We are celebrating transformation.
The path we have built through our own happiness.
Sorry. I just get so caught up.
Oh, Clary. It's beautiful.
Nena, what are you doing here?
Have you seen my Tupperware, the transparent pink ones?
I left them here at the barbecue last Sunday.
The ones with the buttons! And you do this.
Oh, Nena!
I have 200 guests out there.
When the jazz trio finishes, I'm going to give my speech.
Do you really think I have time to look for your Tupperware?
Please, help me, sister-in-law!
Sister-in-law, if you're going to move Nena from the table,
move Fer and me too.
You put us in the back and with the unsupportable.
I put you with my parents.
Really? They're old, aren't they?
Hey, hey. If you want, put her at my table.
Put me with Matis.
No, I better stay where I am.
Oh, right!
No, enough!
I organized the tables a month ago.
I'm not going to change anyone.
Sister-in-law.
Are you sure you don't want me to help you?
Look, I can introduce you.
I don't know, I can tell jokes.
And I can also perform a divine musical show.
I'm not asking you to put me at the main table.
I'm just saying that if my Marcos were alive,
you wouldn't put us at the worst table.
- I put you with my parents. - Clary.
Hey. I'm sinking in the grass.
Had I known, I wouldn't have worn Dior.
Everything is great and all,
but the plates are the same as the Ulloas used at their party.
No, no, no, no.
Did you see my email with my new diet?
No red meat, no chicken, no fish...
Excuse me, I need them for just one moment.
- Honey, honey. -No, no, it's for the photo.
Hey. We are the sisters-in-law.
Duration is just a number, like age.
We celebrate the transformation we have experienced
and the path that has led us to such happiness.
Cheers. Cheers, sweetie.
Thank you. Thank you.
I'm so touched.
But no happiness compares to having
such a wonderful son as Ernesto.
Ah, no. Someone moved him.
Yeah. I sent him back there with your parents.
Ernesto, Ernesto?
- Over here, Mom. -He's with his cousins.
I know that all mothers think
their child is the most handsome,
the cutest, the most intelligent,
the most heroic.
But there's only one Ernesto,
and he's mine.
He's my son because I had him on my own.
That's not true, my love.
Well, we'd like to take this opportunity to tell you that,
following the example of his parents,
Ernesto has decided to marry his girlfriend,
- Joaquina Ibargüengoitia. - Bravo.
Daughter of the famous lawyer
- Íñigo Ibargüengoitia. -Thank you.
Thank you.
- Good job, little guy! -Yeah. Yes.
Come up here!
I just want to ask,
on behalf of your parents...
Thank you.
That you wear this engagement ring
that your dad gave me twenty-five years ago.
I'm not getting married.
What? What do you mean you're not getting married?
- No. -Cheers!
- You're not getting married. - Don't applaud.
- You're not getting married? -I broke up with her.
- You're not getting married! -I broke up with her.
Sorry, I'm feeling sick.
Arturo. Clarita, what happened?
- Clarita. -Help me!
- Breath, sweetheart. -Three cheers for Clary.
Clary, Clary, Clary!
No photos!
I want to take advantage of this moment, please.
I have some divine transparent pink Tupperware.
Anyone looking to buy? It's two for one today.
I'm fine. Thank you.
Why didn't you tell to me
before I did this fucking show?
I didn't know you were doing this show.
It was a surprise.
And why did you break up with Joaquina
if you loved her so much?
No, I didn't love her that much.
Yes, you loved her.
And you don't know the damage that leaving
that law firm will do to your career.
Mom, I'm in love with someone else
What?
- What's up, Mom? Shall we? - Yeah, let's go.
Good evening.
See you later.
Oh, honey, your beard pricks me.
Cut it.
You look more like my husband than my son.
Dad didn't even have a beard.
If I shave, you wouldn't recognize me.
I've had this beard for years.
I gave birth to you.
I'd recognize you in a Halloween parade
with everyone in masks.
Even if I were on a plane looking out the window,
I'd say, "The one with the beard is my son."
I love you, but it's impossible.
Here's your phone.
- Oh, thanks. -See you around.
- Good luck. -Hey,
good thing you didn't get married.
What can I say?
Bye the way...
where's your girlfriend?
Why didn't you bring her?
Who told you?
So it's true.
No, Mom. No.
And I don't want you to listen to what people are saying.
I'm going to get the car. OK?
You went too far.
Memito. Take the vase.
Put it there.
No, here in the middle.
In the middle.
I DECREE MUCH PRESTIGE FOR MY SON
LOVE BETTER THAN EVER
MY KIDDO ALWAYS TRAVELING
Memito.
Memo!
Memo! I'm here.
My mom's coming. Put your clothes on!
Cover up, cover up.
You came this way. Should I help?
Hey, Memo. Why are you all locked in?
Sorry. I didn't realize it was locked.
Let me in, Memo!
Frida. I didn't know you were here.
And what were you doing?
- Homework. -Homework.
Yeah,
we were put in pairs for a school project.
And I got Frida.
You got her what?
As my partner, Mom.
Well, what hard-working kids.
And where are your notebooks?
The teacher sent us the texts here.
Online.
Yeah.
OK, I'm off.
Hey, open the window.
It's like a steam bath in here.
- Just look. -No, don't open it.
You're all red in the face.
Dinorah.
Does your son tell you everything?
Aldo talks to me.
And does favors for me.
Hey.
What do you do to find out what's going on in their lives?
Like that.
I don't know anything about his life.
What about you?
Well, fortunately I have a very trusting relationship
with Fer.
But I suspect he has a new girlfriend
and he doesn't want to tell me.
Why not?
Maybe you know her or don't like her.
Maybe it's Aries with ascending Aries.
Or she could be all tattooed,
or be on OnlyFans.
Maybe she's an older woman.
No!
Really?
What are you looking at, Mom?
Nothing.
First you shut down my hopes and dreams,
and now you shut off my TV.
Mom, how much longer are you gonna be like this?
It's like you broke up, not me.
Yes, indeed.
I love Joaquina very much.
She was like family.
Mom, if you really love me,
accept that Diana and I are dating.
Besides, you didn't like Joaquina at first.
At first,
because I didn't know that she was the daughter of...
That she was such a nice girl,
so decent.
An upstanding girl.
Diana's coming to dinner so you can meet her.
- No. -Yes.
No, no, no. Well, you can count me out.
Oh, Dad. Look at her. Say something.
Look, Clara.
Honestly.
Are you upset about Joaquina
or because Ernesto is no longer going to be part of the firm?
I can get angry about a lot of things.
Doesn't it bother you?
No.
I know that we raised Ernesto well
and that I can trust his decisions.
Besides, it's his life.
But Diana is coming tonight.
Are you going to meet her like this?
I'm not going to meet anyone
because I gave the girls the day off.
The week!
Just so they wouldn't see you like this?
I'm not prepared for visitors.
Period.
Then let's go to a restaurant.
No, I don't want to be seen in a restaurant with her.
Perfect. We'll order in.
No. It arrives all cold and mushy.
No. I will cook.
And for your information,
I didn't have any help before I met you.
I'm perfectly capable of making dinner.
- Clara... -No, not right now, Arturo.
The soup isn't ready and I need to set the table.
Mom, we'll help with that.
- Hi. -This is...
I brought dessert.
- Hi. -Tiramisu.
- Dessert, thank you... -This is...
Ah! Diana.
Diana. Excuse the mess.
But we didn't know you were coming so early.
Honey, could you put this in the fridge?
Sorry, it's just that it's a mess, but...
Have a seat.
Come, sit down. I'll set the table.
Can you help me, sweetie? Please.
Thank you.
So, tell us.
How did you meet?
In the police holding cells.
Are you a lawyer too?
No, I was detained.
Detained?
And may I ask why?
For painting a monument.
Painting!
It's the new thing.
Like a new hobby?
No, no, it's not a hobby.
She was at a rally.
A rally demonstrating anger at the monument?
At the Eight M march.
It's a protest against gender inequality and violence.
Every March 8 women meet...
Would you like me to cut your meat for you, sweetie?
No, Mom, it's actually ground.
Enjoy.
- Thank you. -Thank you.
You should come next time.
There are a lot of older ladies...
Mothers, a lot of mothers.
- Mothers. -Yes.
No, actually.
I'm not interested.
In protests.
And I don't understand why all the anger.
I think things are perfect.
Not in my opinion.
And monuments? What did they do?
The thing is that people care more about the monuments
than the 11 daily femicides.
So scratching is also
an act of resistance.
Mom, you don't know everything that happens in those marches.
They throw tear gas at them,
beat them,
and don't respect sisterhood.
What are you doing, Mom? What are you doing?
- Hold on. -Stop.
Sisterhood is important.
It's a shame that Lucy and Juanita aren't here right now,
because they could tell you how great I am with them.
I gave them the day off
because me, as the landlady,
has to respect sisterhood
to her domestic workers.
Do you like the dinner?
- Arrange them there. -Yes.
No, it'll never work like that.
- Of course it will. -The coals are right.
Yeah, it's starting.
Of course not.
Look, Guille,
tell my mom to lend you her dryer,
and bring the extension. The orange one, the long one.
If you put some Cheetos on it, it starts right up.
- Don't be dumb. -Cheetos?
- Yeah, Cheetos. -Bro.
- What? - That.
So, every time he's with Frida,
I'm all nervous.
Can you imagine if I become a grandma?
Well, at least you know what you're up against, Nena.
I don't even know who Fer is dating.
I wouldn't be so calm, huh?
Clara.
She looks terrible.
Because I haven't slept.
I can see that.
- Do you want some ice? - No.
- Cucumber? -No.
I want you to come here.
I have a proposal.
- She heard us! -I know!
We have to take this matter into our own hands.
Make their life difficult so they break up.
And we'll get rid of them!
I think you're exaggerating.
No, no, I'm not.
You help me make him break up with the feminist.
I'll take care of the horny one,
and the other one that we know nothing about.
No, no, no. If we don't know anything,
maybe it's because there's nothing bad to know.
Oh, Matis! Don't be so naive.
He obviously doesn't tell you about it
because he knows you won't approve.
Why do you think Ernesto didn't tell me
he broke up with Joaquina?
Don't listen to her, Matis.
Look, I'm sure she's a very nice girl.
Whoever she is.
She's not a nice girl.
Nor is horny Frida,
because everyone saw them getting touchy
on the day of the anniversary party.
And I don't want to tell you how they left my pantry.
- What? -That's no true.
If you leave Guillermo do what ever he wants to
you're going to have to sell a lot of Tupperware
to help care for the baby they're going to have.
It's for their own good.
No. Look. Thank you, Clara.
But if Fer had a troubled relationship,
he wouldn't keep it to himself.
We've always been very close.
He tells me everything.
- Are you sure? -Yes.
I wouldn't be so sure.
I am.
Well, I think I'll pass too, Clary.
Look, Memito is still very young
and I'm sure he's still playing with his Pokemon.
OK, fine by me,
but soon you'll remember this conversation.
You see.
"Packs."
"Sexting."
"Three-way kisses."
As you can see,
we can no longer hide sex from teens
because it's part of their lives.
They need guidance
from you.
Everyone goes through that phase.
What phase?
Well, the unexplained closures in the bathroom...
Memito?
I'm coming!
Laptops, slammed shut.
And of course, secrets. Being jealous of their privacy.
Let me in, Memo!
But this is not to be worried about.
It's just a matter of talking to them.
Because it's much better to be safe
than sorry.
Questions?
Yes.
Roberto, we have to do something.
We can't allow Memito to copy Aunt Cris
and be a dad at 16.
I'm sorry, but I think you're overreacting.
No one told me anything, and look at me.
No one told me anything, and look at me. Exactly.
Exactly.
What's the worst that can happen?
We become grandparents.
Roberto,
with a 15-year-old son
we won't be grandparents,
we'd be parents again.
Excellent afternoon, ma'am. May I offer you anything?
I'm waiting for my son.
He shouldn't be long. Thank you.
Pick a card.
Where's your mom?
Hocus-pocus.
Hocus-pocus!
Is this your card?
Yes!
- Gastón, Gastón! -Bravo!
Gastón, we have to leave!
Don't disappear on me.
My apologies.
No worries, it doesn't bother me at all.
It makes me nostalgic.
Mine's a little bigger.
He just got a magic book and has to show everyone.
Oh, yeah, I know how that is.
Mine loved dinosaurs.
He has dinosaur pajamas!
I let him wear whatever he wants.
My boyfriend gave him that.
- Pick a card. -Is he your first?
Sweetie, don't move anymore,
please.
And last, he took all my energy,
and desire.
Just wait.
This is the easy part.
Hocus-pocus!
Yeah, so I've been told.
Have a seat.
Thank you.
Now women wait almost until menopause to have kids.
Yeah, so they have more time to do things with their life.
Girls used to have them right after puberty.
Yeah. I've had a lot of time to enjoy my son.
His dad died a few years ago.
And now it's just the two of us.
- I'm having lunch with him. - Fer!
Shorty!
- What's up? -Hey, cutie.
What were you talking about?
What, do you know each other?
- He's my son. -She's your mom?
No, she's my girlfriend.
Grandma!
- How nice. -So...
Very funny! We were talking.
I didn't know you liked dinosaurs so much.
Fer, my darling. Oh, sorry.
I just remembered that I have to go back to the agency.
Sorry. Excuse me.
- OK... -Sorry.
- Mom! -Can I get my...?
- I'm sorry. I forgot your name. - Elsa. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, ma'am.
- Careful with... -Careful with...
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Why are you calling me and not your dad?
- He's the lawyer. -Because you're my mom.
Yes, but it's not like I'm just going to pay you bail.
Hey. Are you going to scold me for going to a women's march?
- Feminist. -Feminist. That's what I said.
Look, I know it's a women's thing.
I shouldn't have gone.
Then why did you go?
For my girlfriend, to support her.
I wanted to surprise her.
It's very important to her, Mom.
But there's a way to ask for things.
And joining a pack of punks, vandals,
and communists isn't the answer.
And now the feminists have to email
the institutions just to be heard.
Even if you make fun of it now.
That's why you studied law.
To change the laws.
Why don't you help on Facebook?
Why do you have to join a march
and end up here as a criminal?
Go get your wallet and your phone.
- Ernesto, I told you not to go. - Sweetheart!
I wanted to support you.
You get creative and screw it all up.
- That's not true. -Yes, you're stubborn.
You're stubborn.
I love you.
A single mother.
And she could be his mother...
single!
No, what I'm worried about...
is that they're missing out on the opportunity
to start their own family,
like us.
Today you're taking her side.
Typical.
You didn't you take my side when you were alive.
Get out of here.
All I know is that I've been selling cars all my life
so my Fer won't want for anything.
I can't relax thinking about
what they're going to get away with now.
What if they become those people
who don't shower because they don't want to waste water,
or go live in a commune,
or get tattoos of the faces of
Che and Fidel Castro. And...
Whatever happens, happens.
Promise me you won't get involved.
Where do I put this?
My shoes.
Did you know that a friend of mine's daughter's twin sister
got pregnant when she was the same age as Memito?
Yes, you already told me.
But she didn't even finish high school.
Roberto, listen to me.
We have to talk to Memito as soon as possible.
I don't want something like this to happen to him.
And what can I tell him that he doesn't already know?
Kids now know more than we do. These are different times.
More like you're embarrassed?
No, I'm not embarrassed.
I mean, a little. Aren't you?
Of course. But I'm his mom.
You're a man and you both have the same thing.
Exactly. You're his mom.
- And you're his dad. -That's right.
That's right, what?
Do you know what my dad thought about these things?
That you learn from screwing up.
I'd tell your dad
that children aren't guinea pigs.
He would have told you that we're all God's guinea pigs.
Might that be why you're all so resentful?
No, it's not about that.
We're resentful because
he forced us to give the Panthro away.
Because he gnawed on the legs of the armchair.
All you want is to go to sleep.
Let me rest
now that the kid isn't here.
He's back.
HELLO. I'M HOME.
COME WITH ME
What's up?
No, rather, what's up with you?
I fell skating.
Oh, right.
I want to talk to you,
Guillermo.
Yeah. What's up?
Well, you're getting to an age
where it's...
Where what?
Guillermo, I know why you lock yourself in the bathroom.
Mom. No, I don't lock myself in the bathroom.
Hey, it's normal, Guillermo.
All I want you to know is
that you have to trust me
if you have any doubts about anything.
Guillermo.
Do you know how to put on a con...
one of these.
You know what? I have some very important homework,
- I better go. -Look,
I know this is awkward.
Oh, well. Pay attention.
Your dad always did it. I did it once.
Why are you telling me that?
- I didn't do it with my hands. - What?
It's fine if it veers left,
like yours.
Look at this. It's very important.
Do you want to unroll it or me?
You.
I can't do this. I got the most important part.
And the rest I can see on the internet.
OK, thanks.
That's exactly what I don't want you
to see on the internet.
Lola, are you coming?
What's is it?
What we talked about at your house,
about getting rid of our sons' girlfriends,
I'm in.
And what made you change your mind?
I'm not going to let Memito ruin his life.
You were right, sister-in-law.
We're both in this together.
I CHANGED MY MIND FER DOESN'T KNOW...
Matis just texted me.
What did she say?
She wants in on the plan too.
What are you eating?
A banana.
Rule number one.
Objective.
Getting our kids to break up with their girlfriends.
Or vice versa.
But we're not going to hurt anyone.
- Right? -No, no one.
Hey, seriously, stop smoking.
OK.
- Let's see. Rule number two. - Two.
- They can't find out it was us. - Never.
Anonymity.
Rule number three.
We have to help each other. All for one and one for all.
- Solidarity. -Help.
Like the Spice Girls.
Weren't there five of them?
Oh, I got it.
Rule number four.
Tuesday.
No, because I'm showing my Tupperware.
No, three rules is enough.
- That's good. -Yes.
Yes. And we'll start with the feminist.
Bullshit.
We'll start with the fake mom or I'm out.
It's my house and my rules.
We start with the feminist.
We're in your house
because you're the one in the biggest house.
Well, buy a bigger house then.
Darling! It's obvious
you've never worked a day in your life.
OK, please stop fighting.
We have to handle this as adults.
- What? -Rock, paper, scissors.
Like adults.
Rock, paper, scissors. How stupid!
What's wrong with rock, paper, scissors?
- Come on. -Let's do it.
Rock, paper, scissors!
Now what?
But rock, paper, scissors is a two-person game.
And there are three of us.
- Odd one out. -Let's do it.
- Odd one out! -Odd one out!
Clary won.
And not because she has the biggest house.
So here's the feminist. Look.
Very, very anti-establishment, very anti-establishment,
but she has Facebook
and sells her data to the Chinese.
Oh, she looks pretty.
- No, but she isn't. -What if we beat her up?
- It's a crime. -Or go into her house
- and take out her garbage and... - It's a crime.
- Oh, everything is a crime! -No, not everything is a crime.
Only crimes are crimes.
Oh, right! My husband is a lawyer.
So am I.
Clary, I think what you have to do
is sit down with Ernesto and tell him what you feel.
Nena, when has talking to our kids helped?
Please. You talked to yours yesterday and look at you.
What if Diana had a lover?
- Ernesto would break up. -Yeah, but she doesn't.
She doesn't need to.
- Let's... -Hey, no, don't even bother.
The answer is no.
You know what I'm going to say.
We're not going to get a Chippendale.
What's a Chip and Dale?
That's not what I was going to say.
Then what were you going to say?
- Nothing, now. -OK, nothing, then.
You know what?
I have a great idea.
We're going to do a photomontage,
if you know what that is.
Because I'm great at them.
OK, "criminal".
No accent.
- Obviously there's no accent. - Well, that's what I said.
- This one. -That one.
- That one, that one. -Great.
He almost looks... not criminal.
Hey, isn't he famous?
Of course not. How could he be famous
with that mobster look?
Wouldn't it be better if we went outside
and took a picture of a real person?
Oh, Matis. I would never be on a street
- with people dressed like that. - Here it is.
OK, OK, OK.
- Here, lower the vectors. - Hurry.
Then the face.
- I'm going to scale it. -Hurry.
So that it goes here.
I have to lower the contrast a little bit.
She's lowering the contrast.
This is an art.
I need time to make it look good.
- Wow! -All done.
- It's perfect. -Perfect.
What? Should we do the same with Fer and Memo?
No, of course not.
They're cousins, they tell each other everything.
They'd know the three of us did the same thing.
You obviously have no experience manipulating.
Weak. We should have done this with Elsa.
- But we already used it for me. - Well, I have no choice.
We're not calling a Chippendale.
Plus, Frida's next...
Huh? No. Why are you next? Odd one out?
Just because. We agreed that Frida was next.
No, no, no. Rock, paper, scissors?
- No, stop. -Rock, paper, scissors? Please?
- Rock, paper, scissors! -Rock, paper, scissors!
- Boom! I killed you. -No!
- See you tomorrow. -Damn it!
I have it right here.
Here it is on the "A".
- Let me see. -A for "asshole".
Thanks.
Hey, but no, don't call.
He'll recognize your voice.
OK, I'll call.
OK.
It's the same thing, it's my phone, genius.
I'll call from my phone.
OK.
Give me the number.
- Five, five, five... -Five, five, five...
Frida Mondragón...?
- Hi? -Frida Mondragón.
Who is this.
I'm a girl in your class's uncle from Guadalajara.
And let me tell you something.
My niece is in love with your boyfriend, Guillermo,
so I need you to break up with him.
This is a joke, right?
No, I'm not joking.
But don't worry, there's more.
We've got something for you.
How about Ricky Martin tickets?
We know you're a fan.
Rick and Morty, I'm a fan of Rick and Morty.
I don't want tickets.
I want money.
Money? Sure.
How about $1,000 pesos?
No! I want $10,000 pesos.
Oh, no way.
Don't get carried away, or we'll come for you
and teach you a lesson.
$10,000 or nothing.
I'm not paying that.
I sell Tupperware, I can't.
Well, I'll pay it. Tell her yes.
Really?
Oh, Clary thank you.
OK, we accept the deal.
We'll sent you the location.
We're going undercover for our safety.
Bye. Done.
What the hell?
She's leaving Guillermo!
And how are we going to go undercover?
That's right. How?
I'll handle it.
- Is this it? -Careful, Matis.
Hey, don't you think we're exaggerating
with these masks?
Of course not.
- Watch out! -Watch out!
I can't see anything with these things.
They're ladies, right?
Where did you get these masks?
They're Fer's, from a school play.
What did you clean them with? They smell awful.
It's latex.
And you guys come from a farm?
- I told you. -What the hell
are you talking about?
You have to break up with Guillermo today.
And what's your niece's name?
Huh?
Rosa...
Cadena...
Arena.
No, there's no Rosa Cadena at my school.
You mean Ana Rosa Cadena López.
- That's the one. -That's her.
Look, look. The thing is, her parents separated
and her father took the paternal surname,
along with everything else.
Damn, there's no Ana Rosa Cadena López either.
Oh, well, whatever,
it doesn't matter what my niece's name is,
what matters is that you fulfill your part of the deal.
We're doing our part.
Ah! Don't count it, it's all there.
Don't ever see Guillermo again, kid.
- Exactly. -Thank you.
Oh, how rude.
How rude.
Kids are getting worse and worse.
Oh hurry up!
There's a bump here, right?
Nena's gonna be happy.
Everything good.
Good.
Matis!
What's with you?
Did I miss something? Did the girl hit you?
No, I fell down there.
- Oh, sorry. -I hit myself here.
But she didn't recognize us.
I'm glad. Good. And the money?
Of course. Nobody messes with the Spice Girls.
OK, OK. Let's stop messing around.
Now it's our turn to take care of Elsa.
Today is Tuesday, if you remember.
I told you I can't on Tuesdays
because I have a Tupperware presentation.
But we can go if you want. Tomorrow?
- Tomorrow morning. -Promise.
Can't you go a little slower?
- Gosh. -I don't think it was here.
- Nena! -I think we passed it.
I think it was back there. The exit.
Then, we go tomorrow.
Oh, no, no, no, can't someone else drive?
Yes, it was. Sorry.
Oh, Nena! Where are you going?
- No, it's just so confusing. - Who taught you how to drive?
- We won't be alive tomorrow. - There's no exit here.
- It says "Exit" right there. - Here it is.
There it is.
Can't rush the princess, right?
Everyone left for work.
She's starting her day at noon.
At her age I got up at 4:00,
made myself up to look beautiful for Fer,
and went to work
while she's at home, what an easy life.
- Oh, no! -She'll see us.
Run, run!
Before we get run over!
Duck down.
Everyone, duck down.
- She takes forever to leave. - Yeah.
Just see her.
Finally?
Yeah, yeah.
I don't know where! This car is very old.
It's got a safety button down there.
A safety button?
Come on. I won't break it.
Dinorah, the agency's accountant lent it to me.
Why didn't you bring your own car?
Because we don't want our kids to catch us.
Come on, Nena.
You're a better driver, come on.
- I'll drive. I'll drive. -But hurry up or we'll miss her.
Matis!
Don't let her go.
- There she is. -Oh, no! Oh, no!
And what are we supposed to find?
Evidence that this broad
is trying to take advantage of my Fer.
We're going to take pictures of her in the act.
We're going to take pictures of her in the act. Hey, are you sure you don't want a sandwich?
Hey, are you sure you don't want a sandwich?
They stay super fresh in the Tupperware.
No, thank you, Nena.
Well, we can see that she takes life calmly
and likes to indulge in luxuries.
I hope it's not at your son's expense.
Let's hope not. In addition to taking money from my son,
she's probably cheating on him too.
How could she cheat on him in broad daylight?
Well, because she's dumb,
but when I catch her, I'll break her face
before she gives my son gonorrhea.
She doesn't look like she has gonorrhea.
Clara, gonorrhea isn't visible on the face.
So where do you see gonorrhea?
In the gonorrhea.
Can you stop saying gonorrhea?
Gonorrhea, gonorrhea, gonorrhea...
Gonorrhea, gonorrhea.
Gonorrhea.
She's flirting around. And my Fer is working.
That bitch. I'm going kick her ass.
Hey, Matis, wait,
we were supposed to just take pictures.
Let me see. Excuse me. Excuse me.
Oh, my neck!
- You shameless slut! -Mom!
You're seeing other...!
- It's Fernando! -Nena?
Mom! What are you doing? Mom!
Hey, look at me. What are you doing?
Nena, let's go. Let's go. Speed up, Nena.
Are we going to leave her here?
Yeah, too bad. Come on.
- Hurry! Hurry! -Oh, Nena.
- Careful with my neck. -There's a hole.
You shaved off your beard, sweetie.
- Mom, what are you doing? -I said he looked better
without a beard, Matis.
Are you OK?
We'll get caught.
Oh, bitches!
Right, sorry.
I don't need you to monitor me all day.
I'm not a kid anymore, Mom.
Look. Sweetie.
The thing is, you're still a kid to me.
I still remember when I used to change your diapers.
Mom, that wasn't OK.
What you did isn't right. You hurt her.
Yeah, I know, I know. I messed up.
But I'm doing everything to save you from a broken heart.
Some things aren't your business.
I am a grownup. I can make my own decisions.
Hey, where are you going?
Elsa's house.
For now.
Hey, Fer, don't rush things.
Don't make this decision to get back at me.
I'm not getting back at you, Mom.
Not everything is about you.
No, Mom.
I need some space.
- Thanks, Lucy. -Thanks.
Joaquina, I'm so glad you came to visit,
that keeps you in the picture
and Ernesto notices it.
Oh, Clara, I hope you're right.
I know my son better than anyone in the world
and I can assure you that this is a phase.
Are you sure, Clara?
Oh, I spend every night thinking...
Are you crying? No, Joaquina.
You have to learn that men,
no matter their age,
always behave like boys.
You have to govern yourself, you have to re-educate him.
You know?
Look who's coming home.
Did you see this?
It's... it's... Diana?
- Let me see. -Yeah, someone sent it to me.
That's Diana?
And she's with like some criminal.
- Oh, Santa Fe... -Yeah, Santa Fe Klan.
And this is some Photoshop made by a three-year-old girl.
It looks real to me.
What happened to you?
Oh, no, no. That does not matter.
Who is Mr. Santa Fe Klan?
- That's what we want to know. -I don't know. He's a singer.
Do you know how many crimes this constitutes?
Identity theft.
Defamation, harassment.
Look, Joaquina,
I know I hurt you a lot.
Oh, yes, yes. I do. I do.
What are you talking about?
I mean, I know what this is all about.
What? No. I didn't do that.
No, I don't even want to listen to you.
Clara. I swear. I swear on what you love most.
I swear on my life, I don't know what that is.
Memito, I have your dessert
and your chocolate milk.
Oh, sorry to interrupt you at such a delicate time.
Hey, Mom, guess what?
Karla, Frida's friend,
is inviting us to her apartment in Acapulco for the weekend.
You don't say. How cool!
- Your whole family is going? - Yeah, yeah.
Where would we get the money to go alone?
- Grab this. -What?
Another one?
Well, you won't be able to go.
We have plans.
What plans?
Your cousin Adela's wedding.
Remember her? She's getting married.
Who's cousin Adela?
The one who's getting married, Guillermo.
- I just told you that. -But we haven't even told you
the date.
- Yes you did. -No.
You didn't?
- OK, when? -It's September 8th.
That's exactly your cousin Adela's wedding day.
I'm so sorry. See? You did tell me.
How else would I know?
That's good. Lucy. Take it with you.
Clara.
They're here.
- Are you gonna take it off? - Obviously.
I'm not going to let him see me like this.
So Diana's group
is going to take two trucks with food to the Xeloc people.
Right, honey?
That's a good intention.
Although indigenous peoples like the Xeloc
do not need to be offered...
- A handout. -A handout. Exactly.
The idea is to help them create political management.
- Yes, sure. -That's why we sent a project
to help channel public and private investment
so that they can have access to drinking water.
- Drinking water? -Yeah.
- Very smart. -Right?
Clever.
- Clever. - Oh! Clever. -Clever, of course.
And hard workers. Right, Clara?
Yes, of course. Well, they have nothing to do.
- They're on vacation. -No, we're not on vacation.
The university is taken over by collectives because...
Honey, it's time.
Clara.
We got off on the left foot,
I'm sorry.
I love Ernesto very much
and for me the most important thing
is for you and I to get along.
We're good.
Well, now that you're friends
and you're getting along so well,
Diana and I have something to tell you.
- We're getting married. -We're getting married.
And why so hastily?
There's no rush.
Yeah, well, even though it's hasty,
it's good news. Right?
Hey, Ernesto, tell us how you proposed.
Well, actually, she asked me.
What? How?
She proposed to me.
She proposed that you propose to her or...?
I mean, she proposed and she asked me.
- I said, "Yes". -Yes.
- Just like that. -Oh, but that's not how it goes.
- Oh, no? -No.
Well, tradition dictates that we have to...
Yeah, well, tradition dictates that.
But I think there's no problem with the way we did it.
That's why it's not done that way.
Besides, you're a feminist and feminists hate marriage.
I believe in being a couple.
Yes, but it's not up to you
to make that decision for my son.
And it's not up to him to make that decision for me.
Well, the fact is, you're getting married.
I think... Look,
when the grandkids come, it'll be time to...
- What's that look? -What look?
Ah, you're pregnant, Diana?
- We're going to be grandparents! - No, no, no.
I'm not pregnant, Clara.
- No? -No.
And we're never going to have kids.
Listen, Mom...
How can I explain this.
Diana and I...
we talked about it and we think that having a child
has a big impact on the carbon footprint.
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
I mean, I'm not going to have grandchildren
because of climate change?
No... It's not just that.
I'm not going to limit myself for a child, OK?
They always say it's 50-50,
but the reality is that we women always have to be responsible.
And I do want to live my life.
Do you think I didn't live my life?
- I don't know. -OK, OK.
Go sit down, please, in your place, as it should be.
Hey now, let's calm down.
I propose that we calm down.
Because really, honey,
we don't know what's going to happen.
Yes, you're right.
You never know what might happen.
Right? Excuse me.
Fer, my love. How are you?
Fine, Mom. Thanks for the flowers.
- Elsa got my flowers? - Yeah.
I'm glad, sweetie.
- Hey. -I'm glad she understood
that I didn't mean to slap her.
As long as she doesn't cheat on you.
Yeah. Do you have any plans today?
"Any plans today"?
Oh! Where are you taking me?
No... can you babysit Gastón? Elsa and I want to go to dinner.
- Oh, are you two going? - Yeah, so...
OK. No, that's great.
- Can we leave Gastón with you? - Sure,
there's just no one else to take care of him.
Look, the dinosaur is eating your quesadilla
because you're not.
Does it have gluten?
My mom says I'm allergic to gluten.
There's no such thing as being allergic to gluten.
I'm also allergic to aluminum,
sugar, and dairy.
My mom has books on it.
I'm gonna tell you a secret.
Some books are pure bullshit.
- You said a bad word. -Yeah.
Eat.
Does Fer like this?
It's his favorite. But please, eat up.
That's it! That's it!
Hey, and you like Fer?
Yes, a lot.
I used to be scared about Monterrey,
but not so much anymore.
What? Monterrey?
Are you going to move to Monterrey?
Yes, but if Fer comes, it'll be much better.
I had no idea.
I don't know why they didn't tell you.
OK. Play with aluminum foil.
I'll be right back.
Fer, honey. How are you?
Mom, did I tell you about Gastón's allergies?
Mom, did I tell you about Gastón's allergies? Well, yes, you did tell me, Fer.
Well, yes, you did tell me, Fer.
But this whole gluten thing seems ridiculous.
I gave you gluten your whole life and look at you.
Ma, it's not the gluten.
He's super allergic to aluminum.
We found aluminum figurines in his lunchbox.
You had to do whatever you wanted.
Like always... Wait.
Gastón, no, don't scratch.
- In the soccer field? -Yeah.
But how? Like that? In front of everyone?
- With nothing to cover them? - Yeah.
There must be some misunderstanding.
Misunderstanding, what?
- What do you mean? -What?
I've seen kids doing weird things
and it turns out it's one of those TikTok challenges.
No, no.
Say something.
It's normal for their age, right?
Don't you remember when you went out with the guys?
Look. Yes, I agree,
but that doesn't mean
that ignoring the problem is the solution.
I think the next step is to talk to Frida's mom.
Her name is Rebeca, because in my house
I was taught from a very young age
that the man goes as far as the woman wants.
Always with her consent.
I agree, but I'm going to talk to her directly.
She has to take her share of the responsibility.
OK? Her parents are impulsive
and they're thinking about changing schools
if she gets into trouble again.
If that's what you do
when you're out there in front of everyone.
What are you capable of when you're inside
with this girl?
Do you want to be a father at 17?
When you become a parent,
everything stops.
You are who you are.
And you married who you married.
And I'm not referring to us. OK? No.
- OK. -But there comes a day
when you find yourself tracking down ladies,
selling them Tupperware
because Aunt Cris can't feed her baby anymore.
And you have to help her.
You won't be able to do magic tricks at night.
I don't want magic, I want my itch to go away.
Look, this is to prove my purity.
- Pure. -One piece.
I love it. I like...
If you want to wear this...
- Are you ignoring me? -No!
- You don't want magic? -No, don't scratch, sweetie.
How did this happen, honey? How did this happen?
Grandma!
Oh, no, no, no.
It looks like a splash park
and that awful plastic pool...
Now my whole yard is ruined.
I bet it was Diana's idea.
Oh sure.
That damn Frida.
Look at her, she doesn't leave him alone.
She comes up and says,
"Oh, María Elena,
I want my hamburger without bread,
I don't want to get fat."
Please.
We'll see when she's my age.
She'll be fat, have cellulite and be all soft.
If Elsa takes my Fer to Monterrey, I'll be all alone.
And the worst thing is that I'm going to be
the magician's grandma
and I don't even know how to use Zoom.
We have to do something before it's too late,
because those women are taking over our families.
But nothing we've done has helped.
This is an invasion.
And in the event of an invasion,
heavy artillery must be used.
We need to take drastic measures.
It's for their own good.
You're right, it's for their own good.
It's for their own good.
Go.
Go, go, go.
Come on.
Oh, that's a nice kit.
These are great. They always come in handy.
Nena, how can you have
a sewing kit with the name of a love motel?
Hey, I could have come to this hotel to do anything.
Clara. Damn it. Please, sit down.
You're making me nervous.
Well, sorry, I don't want to touch anything in this place.
Besides, I'm not sure what we're doing anymore.
No, no, no, you're not going to back down.
I don't know. I don't know.
She's here.
- Rock, paper, scissors. -Rock, paper, scissors.
Odd one out because there are three of us.
- Odd one out! -Odd one out!
- I won? -No, I'm out.
Fine.
This is the best plan ever.
You think?
Hello, miss. Come in.
How pretty.
- Thank you. -How are you, cutie?
Good. Very good.
- What's your name? -They call me Nena.
Nena, Nena. I love it.
Oh, damn.
There are three of you.
How spicy! That's what I like.
I'd be delighted. I just charge a little more.
- What's your name? -Rosario.
Oh, it's just that I spoke to a Karla.
Oh, no you didn't. I called her. I was there.
- No, I called Karla. -May I?
There it is.
Hey. Did you double-book us?
No, we just made a mistake.
- Are you Denisse? -No, I'm Karla.
No, you see, we never agreed.
And I called another one.
I wasn't sure, so...
Oh, there she is. Hi!
Oh, thanks for coming.
We each have an escort?
Well, we never did rock, paper, scissors.
Let's see. So what are we going to do?
No, she wastes no time.
No, we're not doing anything.
We want you to seduce someone else.
- Yes. -Hold on.
I'm not understanding.
- So I'll get naked. -No, no, no!
- No, no, no. -No, no, no.
Sit down, queen. No.
What we want is for you to seduce a man.
To flirt with him,
we're going to be close
and we're going to take some pictures.
- Pictures? -Right.
No, no, no. I charge double for photos.
- Karla, what's up? -Hey, let's see.
Excuse me.
Look, girls, this is about our nephew.
We want to take some compromising photos, OK?
So his girlfriend will break up with him.
Right.
This is weird. Right?
This is shady. I don't want to participate.
- No, it's not shady. -No, wait, don't go.
- It's not weird. -Hey, listen, don't go.
Well, you can ask for anything you want.
Well, at least 10,000 pesos.
10,000? No, wait!
- Hey, they want 10,000. -I don't have them.
So, no?
- No, I sell Tupperware. -No. Honestly, no.
Hey, Denisse!
Hey, I told you...
- No, no, no. You're gorgeous. - No, no, no, sit down.
Nice earrings. Huh?
No. And the nose ring, lovely.
- Yeah? -You're beautiful.
Well, tell me.
Who do I have to seduce?
My son.
You hired an escort for your son?
What? Much less for 10,000.
What do you care? Clara is the one paying.
No, I'm not a bank.
Besides, I already paid for Frida.
Let me see. Have you done this before?
- No. -I'll break it down for you.
I adore my son.
But he doesn't know what he's doing and I do.
I don't want him to ruin his life
with a woman who is a single mother,
who's just looking for an easy way out.
I was widowed very young
and I've raised my son alone.
How embarrassing!
A single mom trying to get by.
What do you do?
You hire an escort to ruin her relationship?
No. Well, yes.
You know what? I'm a single mother
and everything I do, I do for my son.
So sorry, but I'm on your daughter-in-law's side.
- No, Karla. Don't go. -Karla, Karlita...
Oh, Matis, what do we do now?
Oh, it kind of smells funny, doesn't it?
I think something's burning.
Yeah, someone's burning marijuana.
Are you from Governing Board?
Did you sign the solicitation documents?
No. What Governing Board? No.
We're looking for someone.
Yes, Miss Diana Madero.
Diana's here, in the living room here.
- Oh. -Let's go.
Hey, good luck with the folds.
All of them are so pretty.
Let's see what it says,
"Sign here."
I'm sure you'll get an A.
No, it's not about fighting.
It's about generating an intersectional dialogue,
not protagonism.
Look, sorority also means experiencing discomfort and...
I'll call you later. Yeah? Yeah.
- Hi. -Hi.
What are you doing here?
I keep thinking about the other day,
at the barbecue at my house,
we barely had time to talk you and me, Dianita.
No, you didn't talk to me all afternoon.
Oh!
yeah? That's why I came to ask you
if we can make up
and go have a drink with my sisters-in-law.
They're the girls of the family.
- Nice to meet you. -Yes, I met them that day.
Yes, Matis and Nena.
- We had an amazing time. -Yeah.
Uh... Tomorrow is the wedding.
But just at the courthouse.
So it's a small thing, not a big deal.
It's just... You know what?
We still have a lot of things to do here.
Go, Diana, don't worry.
Yeah, but you can make them happier
if you have a drink with us.
Exactly.
- OK, one. -Deal.
I'll have a piña colada
and some veggies like celery,
baby carrots and blue cheese.
For her, silk stockings.
What are silk stockings?
You're gonna love them. Really.
Ladies, this isn't Sunday brunch.
Let's see. Four double tequilas.
No sangrita, no lime, the most expensive you have.
Did you say the most expensive?
It's like a mini bachelorette party.
- Cheers. -Cheers.
Hey...
maybe we should prepare her
a little bit for marriage.
Oh, thank you, but I think I'm plenty prepared.
Yeah, sure.
You think! But you have no idea
the horrors that come with living with a man.
the horrors that come with living with a man. Like what? Leaving clothes lying around?
Like what? Leaving clothes lying around?
Or not lowering the toilet seat?
Oh! How cute.
Tell them to lower it
means they did raise it from the beginning.
- Oh, cheers! -Cheers!
- Cheers! -Dodging pee forever.
- And on the floor. -Oh, it's just gross!
They're such pigs.
Well, that doesn't happen to me
because Ernesto pees sitting down. So...
everything's good.
- What? -Sitting down?
It doesn't matter.
Let's see.
Let's order another round.
- We're dry. -Another?
Waiter, another round!
- Cheers! -It must be exhausting.
Yeah, that's why he sit down.
- Cheers! -Yeah, but bottom's up.
- You count. -One, two, three.
Bottom's up!
They'd rather die lost on the road
rather than ask for directions.
- Cheers! -Cheers!
They complain that we get wrinkles!
Shit, they're all hairy,
with their saggy balls.
- Cheers! To balls! -Cheers!
When they feel old and lame
they buy cars to raise their self-esteem.
- Oh, cheers! -It's true!
Cheers!
And how about
when you catch a cute guy on Tinder,
and you're there
and he's doing his best moves. Giving it to you hard.
And suddenly, he turns on the TV
and doesn't even remember that you're there.
Cheers!
I just remembered the moves...
They marry you and tell you that they'll be there forever.
One day they have a heart attack
and they leave you with a kid
that you have to raise.
Until one day he has a girlfriend
and exchanges you. Cheers!
Marquitos, I miss you!
We miss our best friend.
We miss you so much. Come here, baby.
No, Nena, Nena.
Diana, what are you toasting to?
Diana, Diana, Diana!
Over thousands of years
they've been infantilizing us
to gain control.
And not only that,
but then they monopolize our decisions.
Especially our female reproductive apparatus!
- Cheers! -Cheers!
Double cheers!
Hey, stop it!
- Oh, no, be careful! -Shit.
- My foot! -My foot!
- My ankle! -Wait, I'll help you.
I twisted my ankle!
- Talk to me! -Diana! Come here.
- Sorority! -Hold on to me.
I see her! I feel her!
Clara is here!
- Hold on tight! Hey! -I really twisted my ankle!
- Hold on tight! -Where am I? I love you so much.
She goes too.
- Let's go. -Are you sure?
- Yeah, she just... -She's Diana.
Yeah, she had a few too many drinks.
But if you want to tell someone, do it now,
- there's no signal in Oxeloco. - Oh, sure.
- OK, get in. -Yes.
- Goodbye! -Bye.
Bye, Diana!
The Spice Girls!
Hey, Nena!
- Please, stop! -Oh, my ankle.
- I can't. -Come on!
You already fell 20 times!
- Oh, Nena! -No, it hurts!
I see her! I feel her!
My mother-in-law is here!
Ernesto won't believe me
when I tell him.
- Oh! Sorry, sorry. -Here, Dianita.
Here, here.
Here. Excuse me. Sorry.
Excuse me, Spice Girl coming through.
Let me see, Dianita.
- My job. -Get some rest.
- Clara, Clara. -Tell me.
You're...
an awesome mother-in-law.
You raised a kid.
You made a home.
That's amazing!
Amazing!
That's a job.
I admire a lot.
I'm so proud of you.
I love you so much, Clara.
Good evening.
Good afternoon. It's time for a photo. Ready?
How much?
Me? When the wedding's over.
Smile and the photo will come out...
hung over.
The photo.
Hey! Where's your other hand, son?
Put it up, please. Or both with hands like this.
Three.
No way. Crazy. It's decent.
What a decent photo should look like.
You're siblings, right?
OK.
He's my son. I'm his mother.
- My mom? -No, no, not him.
OK, fine.
- Who you are? -The bride's friends.
- And where's the bride? -I don't know. She's somewhere.
I don't see the bride. Two, three.
How handsome.
Thank you.
Had a couple drinks?
A little.
Hey, I heard that you and my aunts
took Diana partying.
I wanted to thank you
for making her feel welcome.
There's nothing to be thankful for.
Mom.
I have everything to thank you for.
Hmm.
Damn. Where are we?
We're almost there, to Oxeloco.
Oxeloco? No, no, I don't...
Do you have a signal?
No.
Fuck.
This can't be happening.
Guille, let's get him.
Come with me.
Let's go.
Cousin.
It's raining. Diana's parents want her home.
Why did she do this to me?
- At least answer the calls. - They say she's at Oxeloco.
It must be just an inconvenience.
Everything will be fine. You'll see.
What time did Diana leave the little party last night?
I really don't know.
Early, I guess.
Dianita stayed there at the bar and we didn't hear from her.
Just between us,
the little lady likes her liquor.
Clara, tell me the truth.
Do you have anything to do with this?
No, no, no. Nothing at all.
We're sure. We'll have to see.
No, sweetie. My darling.
Everything's gonna be fine.
No, Mom. It's karma. I deserve it.
No. How could you... No!
Yes, I left Joaquina and now Diana is leaving me.
No.
Honey.
Roberto.
Want to help me set the table?
Oh...
Yeah, sure.
Memito. Come, help me set the table.
OK.
- Hi, Frida. -Hi.
- Can I talk to you? -Yes.
I love Memo.
He's the most important thing I have.
Yes, I love him too, and he's the most important thing to me.
Yes, that's exactly what worries me.
He doesn't think I love him? Because I could show it more.
No! No, no, no.
That's good.
What I'm saying is that Memo is
a very innocent boy,
and someone with more malice
can convince him to do things
he doesn't want to.
Ma'am, don't underestimate your son.
Guillermo is no longer a child. We're not kids anymore.
He never does anything he doesn't want to do.
Well, Memito doesn't know what he wants.
Of course he knows.
And I know that you called me to blackmail me.
Rosa, I won't do anything.
Please.
- Did you tell him? -No.
- Do you want me to? -No!
What's up?
No! The bald guy died. Damn!
Pause it.
Look, kid,
the man goes as far as the woman wants
and Memito still doesn't understand the consequences...
and Memito still doesn't understand the consequences... Look, ma'am, talk to your son.
Look, ma'am, talk to your son.
You're not my mom.
It's all set!
Oh no, I think I screwed up.
What if Diana doesn't understand and comes back?
- What do I tell Ernesto? -Clara, it's not your turn yet.
We're with Frida.
The bribe was useless
and on top of that we lost 10,000 pesos.
Sister-in-law, I want to ask you to stop all this.
What if we put something in her backpack?
Something like what?
I don't know.
Marijuana.
That's a bit too far, isn't it?
I need for that school to leave my son alone
and for her to leave that school.
It's not like I want her in jail.
And couldn't you tell Frida's mom
that she was caught making out at school?
No!
Rebeca lives on the Moon.
She swears that her daughter is a heavenly nun
incapable of doing anything wrong.
She'll think I'm lying.
I need her to see it with her own eyes.
I don't know, Nena.
Every time these kids, when they think they're alone,
and when I'm there too, because they're brazen,
they're putting their hands all over the place.
And?
I'm going to make them think
they have the house to themselves.
Tomorrow, after school, I won't be home.
I have a Tupperware presentation.
OK, fine.
And I'm going to talk her Mom
and invite her so she can hear it
with her own eyes.
Hi, darling.
Yes, it's me.
And once she sees what her little girl,
her angelic nun does,
she'll take her out of school.
Hell yeah.
And you don't mind traumatizing your son?
He's going to hate you.
My son will thank me when he grows up.
And you don't mind ruining the girl's life?
Well, whose side are you on? Huh?
Yours! But it's just...
No, you're angry because your plan went bad.
Just tell me. Are you going to let that lady
take your son to live in Monterrey?
Look, it's all four of us.
Three of us.
Fine, three of us. But we had four rules, remember?
- Three. -Three rules.
Okay, whatever.
We had a pact.
We can't separate right now.
We're the Spice Girls.
I'm out.
I don't need you.
Nena, are you sure about what you're gonna do?
No!
Let's go inside.
What a slippery girl.
Crazy.
What about them? Not lazy.
Where is she?
They're gonna beat us.
- Yeah? -Elsa, I'm Matis, Fer's mom.
Hey, Matis. What are you doing here?
- Did Fer tell you where I live? - Yes!
I just want to talk to you.
Quick. I won't take up much of your time.
May I have some coffee?
Elsa, how cute. You look beautiful.
How nice. You look beautiful.
- Hi, Elsa. -Hi. How are you?
Hey, hey. Come in.
What a nice apartment.
Thank you. Make yourself at home.
Hey, I'm sorry.
It's just... The mess here, you caught me working.
And starting to pack.
Sit down, sit down.
Do you work?
What do you mean, do I work?
At home, do you work from home?
Oh! Yes, yes. Fortunately.
It really helps taking care of Gastón.
Otherwise, I don't know how I would do it.
Well, I asked Gastón
and he didn't tell me that.
Oh, but I'm sure he told you all about card tricks
and dinosaurs.
He loves them now.
Yes.
I'm gonna steal a few minutes.
Yes.
Look, Elsa,
I want the best for Fer.
And I'm willing to do whatever it takes for him
to get what he deserves.
Yes, I understand.
I'm the same with Gastón. I would do anything.
So he always has everything.
Then I guess you understand
why I'm so worried
that you're going to put him in a difficult situation.
Unfair.
Unfair?
Yes, where has to decide
if he wants a child of his own
or to keep yours.
Fernando loves Gastón as if he were his own son.
Yes, but he's not my grandson.
Well, Fernando and I don't want to have any more children.
Fer told me he wants to have a lot of children.
His own.
Well, that's not what he told me.
He told me he wants to have a lot of children with Elsa.
Well, no, that's not what we talked about.
No. Yeah, OK, whatever.
It doesn't matter.
I want you to think about...
What's going to happen tomorrow?
Maybe Fer has a deep impulse to have a child.
Would you be willing to have another child?
Because if so, welcome to the family.
With all that implies, reunions,
family vacations with me,
Christmas, gift exchanges,
- birthday parties with me. - Fine, yes...
Maybe.
Yes, if in the future...
I'll go... I'll get coffee.
Can I get you some? On it.
Elsa, I need you to think about it very carefully,
because having another child means
getting pregnant again.
Nausea, discomfort,
frustration, pain.
And after that comes crying,
insomnia, changing diapers,
wrinkly boobies,
all that for a few more years, again.
And if you tell me that you're not willing,
I think it's better now.
Now. OK?
Nena, hi!
Oh, were you waiting for us?
No, no, I just got back from the doctor.
Rebeca, you brought all the mommies, right? Hi, hi.
They're all here for the Tupperware?
No, we have a surprise.
We're here to take you to the casino.
So get in. Come on.
- To the casino. -Yeah, that's the bet.
Yes, I know it's not that, but the truth is...
I don't know. I'd love to.
I would love to be able to have all day.
All afternoon with nothing to do.
But guess what, girls?
I have to contribute to the family economy
because I have to feed my puppy.
You know?
So go on, have fun.
I'll stay.
Look, Nena, hold on.
Why don't we all go inside?
Give us the presentation, we'll buy your Tupperware
and then we all go to the casino. Sound good?
That's good. Perfect.
Girls, be quick, there's a car behind me.
- Come in. -Thank you.
- Down to the end. -OK.
Come in, come in. Welcome.
What a nice house, Nena.
You're always welcome. Excuse me.
It's mortgaged, but...
- Shall we begin? -Yeah. Of course, sure.
Welcome, ladies.
Lovely modern moms.
And that's the key word.
Because we can't allow
another day.
Those, those...
No, no...
No more of those things...
those culinary customs
from decades ago.
Wanna go upstairs
- to see what's going on? -I don't hear anything.
- No? -No.
And I have the perfect solution.
- That's why I have... -Listen, she's my daughter.
She's my daughter, Frida.
Frida, Frida, Frida!
Frida!
Frida! No!
Weren't you guys at the movies?
There were no tickets.
Frida, I didn't know you were here.
Yes you did, Mom. You saw us come in.
You were parked across the street.
- Me? -Weren't you at the doctor?
- Yes. -She told me
she had done a presentation somewhere else.
Don't you just do them here at home?
Nena, what's going on?
Well...
I'm going to explain what's going on.
My crazy mother tried to trick us.
Guillermo, show some respect.
I'm your mom. And besides, that's not true.
Of course.
And the conversation you had with me?
"A man goes as far as the woman wants."
- She told you that? -Yes.
She wanted to catch us in the act
and get Frida to go to another school.
You used my daughter?
You brought me here with lies
telling me that your son doesn't even have enough to eat.
Wow. Let's go.
That's so low.
The backpack.
Have you seen her? The hickey?
- Really. -Gossips.
Rebeca, it's for their own good.
No. Hey, wait for me.
Memito, I'm sorry.
Fer, sweetie, I'm here.
Mom.
- What is it? -Did you talk to Elsa?
Yeah, why?
She wanted some time,
she doesn't want to see me anymore.
she doesn't want to see me anymore. OK.
OK.
Did you say to her that I wanted a child of my own?
That she was ruining my life.
And that if she has a child with me, her boobs will crack.
That was a joke.
What for? What did you tell her that?
Why are you meddling in my life, Mom?
What for? I can sort things out on my own.
Wait, no, no, no, Fer.
When were you going to tell me
you're going to move to Monterrey?
It was an idea.
And if I had, I would have loved
for you to support me,
not do this to me.
Fernando, come here.
You didn't tell me
your girlfriend is older than you.
One day you grab a suitcase and leave the house
and don't tell me
that you're thinking of going to Monterrey.
Mom, I was doing it to take care of you!
That's your way of taking care of me?
- Of course. See how you get. - How do I get?
Just like you are, and it's not right.
I'm not dad, I'm your son.
Everything OK?
Clary. Thank you for giving us refuge.
Let's hope it's just for tonight.
That's what sisters-in-law are for.
Everything's gonna be fine.
What about that car?
Who knows.
I have no idea. It was here.
What is it, dear?
Everything OK?
Tell me it's not true, Mom.
You're gonna tell them?
Tell them.
Tell them you got me drunk
and sent me to Oxeloco on a bus
so I couldn't make it to my wedding.
Shit. How could you?
Clara,
now I know you're capable of anything
in order not to have me in your family.
That wasn't the intention.
So it's true.
And you two knew?
- Yes. -Yes.
Diana, Diana, wait!
Enough, Ernesto. It's enough.
Fer...
Ernesto, my love...
Nena.
Oh, hi.
Here's your Tupperware.
They all have lids.
Oh, my Tupperware.
Thank you.
- Are they clean? -Obviously.
Thank you.
- And how are you? -I don't know.
I'm going to have them all removed.
Why do you have so many? Huh?
Because as a little girl
I dreamed of getting married
and living in a house built by a famous architect.
- Famous? -It's Barragán's.
It'll be filled with mirrors.
I thought that was going to make me very happy, but not.
At our age?
Mirrors?
After I quit my major,
I married Arturo,
I dedicated myself to social climbing
and worrying about what people would say about me.
Oh.
What I hate is having pushed Ernesto
to do the same.
A marriage for money.
You married for money?
Yeah.
Obviously.
To belong to that haughty, condescending law firm.
- Assholes? -There's Arturo.
Yes, but I think you did it all...
to protect him.
Yeah.
Or maybe I did it...
To see myself reflected in another mirror.
Damn mirror.
Both of you.
What's wrong with you?
You're to blame for ruining my relationship with my son.
You! It your idea to make all these disfigurements.
It was your plan. And you!
- Why? -Because you were in.
If you shouldn't have joined, I wouldn't have joined!
Enough!
It is very clear to me
that she's to blame for everything.
But don't get me involved. OK?
Oh yeah? Now it's my fault?
Oh, sorry. Sorry I wanted to help you.
As if I was to blame for the stupid things you did.
Shut up, you're a social climber
who married for money,
and your husband is a prick.
She just told me.
Nena, you're a gossip.
I'm never telling you anything again.
And I'd rather be all that
than a prude who pretends to be a cool person
and a good friend.
Hey, stop it!
I'd rather be that, than to ruin my son's wedding.
Both of you shut up!
Shit.
My Tupperware.
Oh, Nena!
Careful! Don't cut yourself.
Clara. Please forgive me.
I don't know if I can forgive you.
You're the first one to say: "We're gonna beat her ass.
We're gonna threaten her.
We're gonna hire an escort."
If it weren't for me, you'd be in jail by now.
Well, at least we both did it for the sake of our children.
Oh, please. Of course not.
None of us did it for the sake of our children.
We did it so we wouldn't be left alone.
And the truth is
I don't regret anything
- we've done. -Well, how stupid,
because everything is much worse than before.
Well, maybe, but I finally know
what it's like to have sisters.
And between us it's a bond
that didn't exist before.
Well, that's true.
Yes, there is.
If we can get close to our children like this,
with the same love we have for each other,
then we'll be good.
Well, I'm going to play my last card with Ernesto.
We're all leaving like the Spice Girls.
- No. -No.
- Like Flans? -No!
No, I think I have to do this alone.
And so should you.
No, I think Elsa already left for Monterrey.
No, Memito, Frida, her mom.
They'll never want to see me again.
Well, you won't know if you don't try.
And as a mom, we have no excuse not to try.
Sure, sure, sure.
We must abort this patriarchal system!
Fer, sweetie.
Has Elsa already left for Monterrey?
- No. Why? -Come with me.
Let's go. Where is she?
I think she's with her mom.
- Hold on, my shoes. -OK, hurry, let's go!
Frida.
Hey!
She's the lady who wanted to trick me.
Ma'am, leave me alone.
Or I'll upload this video
so everyone can see how dry you are.
We'll see who goes to your house to buy Tupperware.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, don't beat me up.
Diana!
Frida, I know you're angry
and you have every right to be.
But I had this idea in my head
and it ended up super bad,
and my worst mistake was not trusting you.
I want you to forgive me.
And I also need you to help me.
I can't find Memito anywhere,
he's not at home.
They told me he wasn't here.
I figured he'd be with you.
Can you help me?
Please.
You have to remember! If you don't, we'll lose her!
- I know. -Fer!
I mean, we're close.
Diana!
- Diana! -Abort this patriarchal system!
- There she is! -Elsa!
There she is, go after her!
Why is the trunk open?
Hey, Elsa!
- Fer! Fer! -Elsa! Gastón!
- What are you doing? -Come on, please!
- No, no, no! -Please! Gastón!
Wait, Fernando, we're going to crash!
Love, make them stop now!
- Want me to help you? -No, I'm fine.
- What are you doing here? - Diana. I want to talk to you.
- Please. It's very important. - Even if it's very important.
Let's go, come on.
- ...this is your fight! -...this is your fight!
- Woman, listen... -Woman, listen...
Mom.
I come in peace.
I just want to read you something I wrote.
- Just two minutes. -Matis, we're...
Please, just two minutes.
"Dear Elsa..." two points.
"You and Fernando may not last.
And in a few...
- Years. -...years, years
we may remember this moment, and..."
No, no, forget about it.
I'm going to say what I feel.
Forgive me for butting into your relationship.
I know that Fernando loves you and that you love him.
I want you to understand is that...
it's just been the two of us for many years.
Since his dad died,
and although it has been wonderful,
it has also been very difficult.
I'm...
I am having a hard time understanding and accepting
that things are going to change.
I'm actually...
very afraid of being alone,
but if you accept us and so does Gastón,
I will love you very much.
What's more, I already adore you too.
We love you, Matis.
- Grandma. -Thanks.
Do you want to go with your grandma?
- Come here, my love. - You'll never be alone again.
- We used to be two... -And now we're four.
- And I love you, Mom. -I love you.
- I'll leave you alone. Sorry. -I love you. I love you.
Dianita, I know I don't have much moral authority anymore,
but you and I have many things in common.
- We can be friends. -No, Clara.
I understand the only thing you care about is your son
and being good with him.
There's not a lot going on
that doesn't have to do with you.
I know,
but I'm going to change
because I was raised in a different from you.
That's why you're never going to change.
I'm going to change,
I'm going to try because the only thing that matters
to me is Ernesto's happiness,
and you're his happiness.
That's why, without further ado.
Will you marry my son?
Hey! Why do you push her like that?
- What's...? -Damn.
Thank you, Frida.
Hey.
Where are you going?
Let me take a look at you.
- Are you OK? -Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you sure?
What do you have here? What happened?
You don't have to be on top of me all the time. Shit!
Guillermo, don't talk to me like that.
And don't ever disappear from home again.
I was very worried.
Why?
I'm always here.
But you don't notice.
You're so obsessed with Frida
and I groping each other, that...
and I groping each other, that... I don't understand why you don't trust me.
I don't understand why you don't trust me.
I know.
I know. Forgive me.
But you also have to understand that
all I do is worry about everything...
Because I love you.
You're the greatest thing in my life. The only thing.
Come, Frida.
Forgive me for what I did.
But above all, you.
I grew up with a lot of fears.
Fear...
Fear of making mistakes.
And I don't want the same thing to happen to you.
I want you to enjoy life, which is amazing.
I want you to be happy.
I don't want you to regret anything.
That's...
That's my biggest fear.
And it's part of being a mom.
That's going too far.
Better not go too far with my daughter-in-law
because she's my son's fiancée,
who is a lawyer. With a law degree.
- Hey! Miss! -Shut up, ma'am. Let's go.
Did you see that?
How rude.
Just... One thing, my purse.
Yeah. There it is. Yes, thank you.
Yeah. There it is. Yes, thank you. My son has a law degree.
My son has a law degree.
Forgive me, Diana.
Clara, you and I are cool.
Good afternoon. What is it?
Well, a cop went too far.
Your mom tried...
She defended me from some grenadiers.
Really?
You always surprise me.
I'm going to get you out of here. Hold on.
Ernesto.
Thank you.
Yes, OK.
I love you.
I'll get you out.
I imagine you think differently, right?
Now that we're in here.
No. No, no, no.
Carla, they fucked you over.
Well,
maybe I didn't do things right.
I didn't ask for things as I should have.
You had to say "please."
- And thank you. -And thank you.
No, no, no. Don't make me laugh.