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My dear girlbosses,
after making it through the pandemic,
a global financial crisis,
and especially the return of low-rise jeans,
I think it's safe to say nothing can take us down.
This year, we refuse to become a mother,
a nanny, a life coach, a safety net,
or a career counselor of any kind for any potential romantic suitors.
Legos are fun if you want to play, just don't fall in love with them.
This year, I want my men fully equipped and ready to go,
or I'm asking for a refund.
Time to stop wasting our time trapped in an office
where both the AC and our salary feel the same,
not high enough.
We'll build entire empires using our talent, our brains,
and a basic understanding of Instagram's content algorithm.
THE CAKE
This year, let's say goodbye to our "best self."
That's just an idea brands like to use to sell you makeup.
We'll be whatever the hell we want to be.
Be it good, bad, or every other questionable choice in between.
Yours truly, Soltera Codiciada.
HOW TO DEAL WITH A HEARTBREAK 2
It's too much. Too much.
Dad.
No, you're doing it wrong.
-Too much? -Yeah.
-Yeah? -Maybe it'll look funny.
Let's take a look.
Great for the bloopers!
-Yay! -Yay!
Lasagna! It looks so good!
Yay!
Made it myself.
It's great for your health!
-Ugh! -Sweet Lord.
It is true you give the hardest battles to your strongest soldiers.
Stop being so dramatic, Fer.
I made it just like your doctor told me to.
-Exactly. -Healthy, but at what cost?
Quiet. Eat up.
How was your day?
You want me to talk now?
I got a call from Somos for an interview.
-Look at you! -Wonderful!
Yup.
They're making a feature about…
About digital… content creators.
So influencers.
Not just that.
I got one word for your reels.
-Magnificent. -Thanks.
I like it better when you write.
You sure, Mom? 'Cause writers don't get all these skincare boxes with goodies.
The only thing I use is the hyaluronic acid, you know?
Let me get some juice.
Please.
I was just saying it'd be great if you spent more time writing.
What happened to your second book?
I'm still working on it.
-It's been three years. -But, hey, come on.
It was a really weird time.
"Weird"?
-Difficult, I mean. -Yeah.
-Here. -Thanks.
I'm dealing with toddlers here.
-Now we're talking! -That's right.
Can't even compare.
Anyway, the birth of the greatest Latin American novel is coming.
It's happening. Patience.
Maybe if you were a bit more disciplined about it…
I'm here now. Sorry, I got held up at work.
I had to take this call, and it took forever, but I'm here now.
-I'm here. -Finally!
Ladies, put your shades on.
You're going to need them for… this.
-Wow! -Oh, God! You're getting married?
-Bravo! Monogamy goals. -What happened?
They told him to surprise me by hiding the ring in food.
-Fortunately, he refused. -Thank God.
-I swallowed one once. Don't do it. -A ring?
-A piercing. -Right.
We just took a stroll down the beach and…
he proposed in front of the sunset.
Aw!
He took you by the hand, took a selfie, and said,
"You're the apple of my eye, my sweet angel."
The Evaluna to his Camilo.
His cherry on top.
The bull to his Chayanne…
His Hidden Passion. That dog from The NeverEnding Story.
You made it through COVID. You can survive anything.
He's just so sweet.
I have some good news too.
Do tell, Caro!
This month…
we're in the green.
What? The Cake's in the green?
I don't want to jinx it. Let's just change the subject.
-Making it happen! -And what about you, Miss Codiciada?
I'm great! I'm…
Right now, I'm…
I'm doing this kind of…
It's a new batch of… TikToks… The whole reel thing.
Something like, "The dream date for every zodiac sign."
-Wow. -Yeah.
And I'm also doing… some collaborations with brands and stuff.
The one with the broccoli impression?
That's your sponsor?
I think they sound just like you.
I couldn't agree more.
Tell us about the piercing!
Well, we wanted to party under the stars and stuff,
and we were all high as fuck.
Everyone was screaming, "Let's go skinny-dipping!"
Someone gave me something and said, "Eat it!"
I was so out of it. It was someone's ring!
Hi, Cami! How are you doing?
Hey, do you want to go to that new rooftop bar in San Lázaro?
Lau! My girl!
You need to pick up your kids.
Maria Isabelita! Girl, how have you been?
It's happy hour! Come on, for old times' sake.
And after that?
Hello? Hello? Hello?
A meeting at 8:00 a.m.? That's not a boss. That's a super villain.
But do you go out, like, ever or…
Oh, it's your dad!
I totally knew that.
I've known him since I…
Say hi to Uncle Pepito. He's my favorite uncle.
Hi, Aunt Sonia. Hey, how's Adri doing these days?
I don't have any children either.
Auntie, are you busy?
Do you want to go out? Maybe hang out… just for a bit?
-Don't eat the yolks. -I'm not eating them!
She needs to go back to Lima.
This can't go on.
I want to talk about this.
Right now.
But I need your support.
With what?
What "what"?
Nothing.
-Are you going out? -No.
Actually…
Mom…
Dad…
I think…
it's about time for me to go back to Lima.
I don't know if you've noticed,
but being here, I feel a little…
stuck.
-Definitely. -No way.
But I want you guys to know that I'm determined.
Fefa…
I'm so proud of your decision.
You and your great ideas. It never even crossed our minds.
Thank you.
Anyway…
It's time to get that ticket to Lima.
One-way. I don't know when I'll be back.
Mama, could you…
Thank you. Sorry.
You got the sheets?
Yup.
The laundry in the dryer?
-I got it, Mom -"I got it, Mom."
-Hold on! You haven't signed my book. -I haven't?
No! How am I supposed to sell it?
-I don't have a pen. -You don't?
-Maybe I'll find one down here. -Try it.
Don't make a mess back there. We'll figure it out at the airport.
Well, if you don't have it…
-You don't need it. -"You don't need it."
You know what, Dad?
My new book will be dedicated to you, okay?
Hear that, Elena?
-That was a solemn oath. -Of course it is.
-Promise? -Promise.
-Hi! -Oh, my God! Hi!
This is so cool!
-Congrats, sis! Amazing! -Thank you.
To think you started off selling cupcakes to your neighbors!
Tali told me to buy five kilos of flour when the pandemic started.
Remember the lockdown? Awful.
Your flour monopoly.
Right? I'm so selfish, but whatever.
No, that's how it happened.
-Crazy, right? -Insane!
-Congratulations. -Thanks.
So where am I supposed to sleep?
-On a flour bag? -What the hell?
I have three rooms. I'm renting one on Airbnb.
The other one's for Leo. That's him.
Leo's a Virgo. Don't talk to him.
-Hi, Leo. Sorry for screaming. -No.
No, he's a sleepwalker.
Hey, sleepwalker,
that's a sieve, not a mug.
So crazy.
I think he was a horse in his past life.
He sleeps like three hours tops.
Hey, check this out.
Leo! Go to your room.
Off you go.
Good.
Watch out. Don't touch him.
-What happens if I do? -You're just not supposed to.
Have you ever used your powers over Leo for evil?
María Fe, he's a person. Show some respect.
-Sorry. -Okay?
But have you ever…
-I have. -Tell me.
Tell me.
Just once.
Romina?
-Fe, darling! -How are you?
-Good!
-Looking great! -Thanks.
Your TikToks just crack me up.
-Your dad's hilarious! -That's so nice.
It's nice to spend some time away from the city.
-It's like going at a nice, relaxed speed. -Yeah.
One second.
Can I get another double espresso? Make it two.
And a slice of that delicious carrot cake you guys serve.
Can I get two of those? Anyway.
What are we thinking?
A trilogy? A podcast? Everyone's doing that.
Book to audiobook?
Honestly, just the book.
Oh, okay. That's a great starting point.
Anyway, I'm so happy you're making a comeback.
It has to be great.
Let's do the Book Fair.
But that's in, like, three months.
But the book is on track, right? We could sign this week.
You'll get your advance for the whole thing. Thanks.
-I have made good progress. -Great!
But I'm such a perfectionist when I get in the zone.
I… let the work simmer before picking up where I left off.
Leave it, pick it up, and so on.
So is that okay if it takes a bit longer?
If you can't make this deadline, then we'd have to wait until…
Until… June, next year.
That long? Why?
By then, it's the end of our publishing calendar for the year.
And trust me, you don't want to compete with Mafia Teens Vol. 5.
Right.
So can I count on you for the fair?
You can.
Wonderful.
Look. That's Ricardo Altamirano.
Better say hi. You know poets can be so touchy. BRB.
The groom!
-Finally! -I'm so happy!
-Look at them go! -Hello.
-Wine! Wine, anyone? -Yes!
I'm so happy you guys finally decided to stop living in sin.
Her parents wanted to disown her.
That's right. I was about to lose my dad's 2004 Nissan.
The prep's ready for you. Bye.
Stay for the pre-game! We have so many questions!
Yeah, are any of your friends coming?
-Everyone in Mexico's ready to go. -Yay! New meat!
-When is it? -August 4th.
-That's, like, right now! -Well…
We need a list of dates, cross-reference it with the locations.
It should be after my mom's knee surgery,
but before your cousin's wedding in Merida.
Obviously, the weather is key.
Am I right?
You know what? Never mind.
Never mind. August 4th.
-YOLO. -YOLO?
It's the new me.
Post-holiday, post-pandemic, right? A more laid-back approach.
I like this new you, you know? It's more spontaneous.
More Spon-Tali.
"Spon-Tali"? That was genius!
Nice meeting you. Spon-Tali.
Caro. It's a pleasure, gorgeous.
Spon-Tali!
Did you pick your song for the wedding dance?
I made a dope playlist.
"Danceable hits for me and my nonexistent husband."
It sounds a little depressing, but there's hope yet.
Anyway, this new Tali here promised we'd take things slow.
If we need to postpone, that's fine.
Yeah, but we won't have to.
We just need to do some planning. That's it.
Just find that balance.
Learn to waltz through the twists and turns in life.
-"Waltz"! -"Waltz"!
So poetic. You make me swoon.
-A toast… -To the twists!
To the twists!
Oh, I can't stand here much longer.
How old are these kids, do you think?
-Sixteen. -Sixteen.
Just tell me we won't find any high stools.
What's up with that?
We should eat first so the alcohol won't hit as hard.
Totally!
-Tequeños. -Some yucca sticks.
-Yum! -Fe! Come here!
Come here. Listen to me.
Go up to that guy and tell him,
"You know who I am? Soltera Codiciada."
-No! Shut up! -Do it! Weaponize your fame!
-It could work. -This isn't my target audience.
María Fe?
Hey!
Is that… Luca?
-Mancini? -Luca?
-Yeah! Come on up! -Yeah?
-Move it! -He wants you there.
-Excuse me. -Excuse me, ladies.
-Hey! How is it going? -How are you?
-All good? -Yeah! You?
-Long time no see! -Hi!
-Hi!
-I'm Luca. -Good to see you!
Hello. Regina.
Pleasure, Regina. How are you?
-Great! -Yeah?
-You work here? -I'm the owner.
-Wow! -No way!
-Go, king! -Yeah.
I spend so much time in New York. When I'm here, I feel like…
Lima needed something like this.
-You're damn right it did. -Right?
-Totally. -Yeah.
Hi there. How is it going?
Hello.
It's really coming together.
I'm so glad. It looks so cool.
Now that Soltera Codiciada's here…
-We're gonna be a hit! -You're so dumb.
-"Regina"? -I just panicked.
Ugh. Let's go.
And when did you guys meet?
I've known him for ages. How long?
We used to vacation at the same beach back in, like, 2005.
More like 2003, 2004.
Great memory! Go on, sit.
Amazing beach, right?
-For sure! -Not as amazing as these stools.
Right.
-Don't you just love the beach? -Sure!
Well, I have to get going, but… anyway.
If you need anything, let me know. Have fun!
-Great seeing you all, seeing you again. -Same.
-Bye. -Bye.
-"Seeing me." -Hottie alert!
I'm vegan, but I sure want a piece of that!
-Calm down. -Fine. But tell me.
-Three shots of tequila. -Three!
-Tell me the story. -We were just friends.
We went out, made out a couple of times.
Look at that! They made out!
Yeah, but it was like kissing… It's like…
Just a summer kiss.
-It wasn't "a couple of times." -She's right.
But Luca had this thing called selective amnesia.
By morning, he'd forget everything that transpired the night before.
But that was the rum!
-It's not… -It happens.
Don't forget about our shots!
-That for us? -It is. Compliments of Mr. Mancini.
Look at that!
-There's a note. -Excuse me.
-Get the note! -Thank you.
-Looks like he does remember. -"For old times' sake."
-Oh, please! -I think the time has come to--
Don't even think about it.
-Why not? -You're not that kind of girl.
-I am, though. -No, you're not.
You can't handle the cool guy with mommy issues
who doesn't believe in labels or commitment.
-I am, though. -Nope.
Don't look at me. I am that guy.
Let's do what we came here to do.
Celebrating you getting married, sis!
But let's make another toast…
to Caro, whose empire will support us all in our old age.
And to Soltera Codiciada and the new book she's cooking.
Cheers, sisters.
Because two shitty years later, we're finally here together,
drinking some rum,
with a bunch of toddlers dressed in wide-leg pants.
-They're so skinny. I hate them so much. -Me too.
In the vicinity of Luca Mancini!
-It's official! We're back to 2003! -Way to go!
How close to 2003?
-You figure it out. -You and me both.
Whatever you're saying. LOLO!
-No, dummy! It's "YOLO!" -YOLO! Whatever!
Three, two, one! Go!
-We're not getting drunk. -Nope.
-Chill. We're grown-ups. -Chilling.
And I never actually realized that being an only child
meant I would always feel like…
I was always going to have this lingering feeling like…
This inability to connect…
-What? Dude. -I was just processing what you…
What did you say?
-The sweet one? -Yeah.
All done. Coming up.
Thanks.
Oh, God!
You decided to come to our moon meditation!
No.
-And you brought your friend! -No.
-A pleasure! -Hi. María Fe.
Nice to meet you. You guys are living the night life, huh?
Well, less partying, more water.
Go, Peru!
-What was that? -Awake Leo can be a little intense.
That was so trippy!
-Love it! -What's going on here?
Unbelievable. They keep calling and calling.
-No privacy. -Hello?
Yeah, she's here.
Okay. It's your mom.
What?
Mom?
Why didn't you call my cell?
What's going on?
What happened?
Mom? Hello? You're not making any sense.
What? Could you please…
Mom?
It's Dad!
I don't understand!
What time is it? I need to get to the airport.
No. We still have time. It's okay.
-We do? -Want me to lie down with you?
Come here.
I knew this hangover would be bad, but this is a whole other level.
He's really gone, Tali.
Got you both tea and coffee just in case.
-Thanks. -Sure.
And a snack.
-Yum. -Thank you, Caro.
Oh, sugar. Forgot the sugar.
Hey, Caro.
-Have you been packing? -Yeah.
Good.
-You want some pancakes? -No, that's fine.
-Be right back. -I'm not hungry.
-Caro-- -Don't.
She can't come with you and she feels guilty about it.
We're taking a little detour…
to the drugstore.
Yeah, I need some benzos.
And some ointment for me.
What kind? You got burned? I got some.
Just ointment.
But what kind?
For my bestie down under.
-What? -Yesterday, when I got home,
I was all liquored up.
And Santiago had prepared some tacos for dinner.
He was chopping chili.
There's aloe vera in the fridge. Just shove it in.
-Up my vagina? -Wherever your heart desires.
-I won't put that up there. -I'll do it for you.
Well…
Spon-Tali…
She would.
Stop flirting.
Then I'm down.
Fe?
Let me call you back. Fe's here.ew
Yeah.
It's okay.
SOLTERA CODICIADA
Brothers and sisters,
welcome to the Lord's house.
-We won't talk about death. -We're here.
This is a celebration of Fernando's life.
He was a great father.
He was a loving husband, devoted to his family.
Jesus, proclaim your resurrection for him, for all of us.
"I am the resurrection and the life. He that believes in me…"
That woman over there.
-Was she close with Uncle Fer? -No.
A clown. That's what she is.
-Mom! -What?
Well, yeah, our Aunt Meche is a bit of a weirdo.
Would someone like to say a few words? Step forward.
-Me. -You do it.
-Mom, please. -Honey, you do it.
She'll do it. Thanks.
Lord…
or Lady…
we pray that you'll…
Dad would've hated this whole thing.
All due respect, Father.
Everything looks so nice and solemn.
This altar behind me.
All that gold leaf detail and rococo stuff looks so cool.
Sorry.
I'm just saying Dad wasn't great at handling sad situations.
He avoided them.
He would deliver bad news
like he was some commentator from the '80s,
so that it wouldn't hit as hard.
This one time, he ordered every ice cream flavor on the menu
because I couldn't decide which one to pick.
To him…
everything was amazing…
and absolutely mind-blowing.
One of a kind.
Magnificent!
Magnificent, exactly!
He'd actually want to see us all getting drunk on whiskey,
listening to bolero music, and…
talking about that time
he slipped you all a couple of weed brownies on his birthday.
Let us pray.
Lord, hear our prayer.
Just leave it.
Don't have it, don't need it.
Mom…
I'm coming home.
Absolutely not.
I can't just leave for Lima after what happened.
I won't leave you.
No, that's exactly what you'll do.
Your life, your plans, your future. It's all there.
You can't keep putting it off.
I don't want you to. It's not what your dad would've wanted.
You don't need to worry about me. I'll be just fine.
Our whole family's here.
I have my friends.
Besides, now we're all leading authorities when it comes to Zoom.
It's going to be okay.
Okay.
You'll be here in the morning?
CAMI Sending you hugs
UNCLE PEPITO Your dad was a gentleman
MARISABEL I'm so sorry
AUNT SONIA Sending you guys all my love
MY GIRL LAU - I lost my dad too. I know exactly how you feel.
Running helps. Your mind is blank when you're running.
Voilà!
-What is it, though? -A heart.
Looks like a butt.
-It really does. -She'll love it.
-Yeah? Great. -Yeah.
-Hi, sis. -Tali.
-She's not out of bed yet. -That's fine. Let her rest.
Now that we're all here, let's make a proper plan.
You'll be with her all day, right? I have work.
-I'll have lunch with her. -Really? Thanks.
-We'll swap tonight. -Okay.
Incoming.
Okay!
-Hi there, Tali. -Did you sleep well?
Great! I'm going running.
Caro, get closer.
I'm hearing things. I heard the word "run."
-That's right! I'll be back for breakfast. -Wait up, girl!
I got you something.
A latte with a little extra something.
Oh, a butt! Hilarious. Bye.
-I don't know about you, but I'm worried. -Same.
-I'll call you back, okay?
-Okay. Bye. -Can I keep the butt?
-Go for it. -Cool.
Fefi's a ball of energy from the get-go.
INCOMING CALL - DAD
Hello?
Honey, it's me.
Mom! You scared me. What is it?
I can't find my phone. How does that phone-finding app work?
Yeah, just open the…
Log into your computer and open the…
Found it! It was in the fridge. I'm so distracted.
-How are you? -Fine.
I'm working out. Can I call you back?
-Working out? Sure. Talk to you later. -Bye.
Morning!
Could you put my bottle in the trash?
Do you by any chance have any cigarettes for sale?
Thank you.
Got a light? Thank you.
A morning smoke will kill you faster.
Enough!
-Hey! -Hey.
-Sorry. -No worries. What are you doing?
-Why are you here? -I run every day.
-You? -Same. Every day.
-Here? -I mean, not always--
Over there. That's my usual circuit. Farther out.
Just felt like coming here today. And look!
-And we met! -Yeah.
-I'm okay. -Sure?
Totally.
You're running. That's great.
I mean… yeah, kind of.
In your PJs, but you're running.
-I just put on the first thing I found. -Right.
No, I was home,
and since I had to take care of some errands anyway…
This week's been a bit of a… downer.
I know, right?
-Right? -Right.
-You felt it? -Total downer.
-Unbearable. -Yes.
You have no idea. So much has happened.
So… my dad passed away.
My dad died.
For real?
He's gone.
Wow, that sucks!
-Yeah, totally. -Damn.
I'm so sorry.
-You're okay? -Yeah.
Yeah…
Yeah.
-Running is a great idea. -Right?
-Working out. -Right? Totally.
That's good.
Just swing by the bar whenever.
-Nice. -Drinks on me.
-Cool, thanks. -Yeah? Come whenever.
-Anyway… see you later. Okay? -Okay.
-Take care. -I'll be going.
-Sure. Take care. -Same. Bye.
Bye.
-Well, that was pathetic. -No!
Well…
It wasn't, strictly speaking, magnificent.
It was fine.
Not even close to magnificent or fine.
-This is such a mess. -Fefa!
Fefo!
No need to lie.
INCOMING FACETIME - MOM
Why are you awake?
I was just reading and couldn't sleep. So I decided to make some tea.
-Was that before or after the quake? -So dramatic.
It's been forever since I cleaned around the house.
The sheer amount of junk you end up hoarding
is frankly just impressive.
And why are you awake?
I was just…
Just doing some writing.
Great! You're getting ready for the writing workshop!
-Writing workshop? What? -I can't believe you.
Didn't you get the five-minute audio message I sent you about it?
The other day your Aunt Mona mentioned
this amazing creative writing workshop.
With maestro Maribel Toledo. I see her on TV.
Mom, I worked six years in advertising. I've published a book.
I'm no Margaret Atwood, but it's not my first rodeo.
I signed you up.
-What? -It's done.
Besides, if you're so experienced, this is your chance to shine.
Mom, I'm 34! I'm--
It's been paid for.
Starts next Friday. Don't miss it.
I wonder if it's too late to vacuum.
It is.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm just trying to find a measuring tape.
It's not here.
Okay.
How many of these do you need to measure a baby?
-How many what? -These.
I want an estimate. I'm making a crib.
-A crib? -Yes.
-Why? -For a baby.
But whose baby is it?
Caro, whose baby?
The baby, Caro!
Hello! Excuse me!
Can you tell me what's going on?
-Are you pregnant? -No.
Oh, thank God. You scared the crap out of me.
Not yet.
Caro, talk to me. What--
-What even-- -I'm planning ahead.
I never think about the future, but I've been thinking.
I like that I have a house.
It's a nice house. I'm doing what I love. I make money.
It's the first time I feel stable.
And it feels weird, but good.
-Right. -Plus it's the Year of the Rabbit.
Sure, but has it crossed your mind that maybe you've finally lost it?
Caro, babies are real babies.
They cry, stick a finger in the socket.
They need your full attention 24/7, at least until they turn 18.
Or make it 35, if we're talking about Latin American men.
I know it won't be easy. I'm ready to face it head-on.
Fine. If you're sure, you've got my full support. Always.
I'll be proud to be the weirdo aunt.
Thank you, sis.
Sure.
Just one more thing.
Who's providing the… the swimmers?
Morning! How are we doing over here?
Hello, sleepyhead.
I left Silvia's order on your bike.
-Take it to her. -Got it.
Let's go, Peru! Time to work!
Time to work for the country!
I was going through the candidates.
Like a fertility clinic?
That's Tinder.
It is.
Not this one.
I'm going to take a nap.
-Call if you need me. -No, no, no!
You're up now, so you can come give me a hand at the market.
We can get a bite, get your mind off things.
Okay, I'll wait.
And what if you… take a shower?
-No, I'm good. -You smell a little. Take a shower.
-Sorry. -It's okay. No worries. You just smell.
-Sorry. -Just a bit of a stink.
-Sorry. -I love it, but… it's time.
If you don't like it, try this one.
-It's tastier. Coffee? -Maybe. Thanks.
Are you writing again?
No.
I want to, but it's just not working out.
My head is obviously in the clouds.
My mind feels kind of… deflated.
Like… some kind of flan!
-You don't need to write right now. -It'll come eventually.
Is that banana bread?
-Yeah! Hi, there! -Mafe Palacios? No!
No way!
It's so great to see you! What are you doing? Come here.
How are you?
-Great! You? -Hello.
My friends. You know Tali.
-That's Caro. -How are you?
This is Ramiro, Mafe's ex-boss.
Yeah, Mafe worked for me for a little while at my agency.
We won Agency of the Year again. Did you hear?
Agency of the Year! Sixth year in a row!
-Great. Congrats. -What have you been doing?
You're baking now?
What happened to your writing career?
Carolina owns this business. It's a great success!
-Ah! -Yeah.
-She's writing another book. -And showcasing it at the Book Fair.
Great! That's so impressive.
Yes, that's what I've been doing.
Anyway, I better get going before they run out of purple basil.
Try it. All these cakes? You're going to look like a whale.
-Bye, girls. -Begone, leech.
-Awful. -That icky vibe.
Sorry if I put you on the spot with the book thing. I was so mad.
It's fine. In fact, thank you for that wake-up call!
Outrageous! I need to figure this out!
I need to wake up already! I refuse to be a flan head!
-Exactly! Kill the flan. -Kill the flan!
Kill the flan!
-Kill the-- -What? What did you say?
FLANTASTIC
Don't sink my boat, man. Come on.
Chin up, Fefa.
Inspiration will come.
No, it won't.
No, thanks.
Stupid writing workshop! I don't want it! Why does Mom--
I'm a grown up!
What did you do? What-- No, no, no!
-So, against everyone's advice… -Hi!
-…I refused to major… -ToastApp?
That's my ex!
Kill me now.
…in Business Law.
Thank you so much for sharing, Patricia.
Let's see who's next…
María Fe, who's just logged in.
Hi, everyone. I'm María Fe.
Hey, Mafe!
Do you know each other?
-No. -Yes.
Mafe!
Anyway, I'm María Fe.
I'm 34. I'm a copywriter.
No, no, no.
When it comes to introductions, what we've been doing is,
we share an event that became the turning point in our own story.
And if you don't know what "turning point" means,
you can find it on page 14 in my book.
I don't have it.
Don't worry about it.
I'll send you a link for the e-book.
And with the code "cybermaribel,"
you get a 10% discount if you buy it within the next 24 hours.
What we'd like to hear from you
is the story of an event that's altered the course of your life. Change.
-"Change." -Okay.
Well, I was your typical teenager.
But then, out of the blue, I found out I had a grandmother I didn't know about.
And then it turns out that she was Queen of Genovia, no less.
From that moment on,
my life became a rollercoaster of adventure,
romance, passion, danger at every turn,
slights, gala dances, dresses, buffets…
What's so funny, Joaquín?
Nothing. Sorry.
That's from The Princess Diaries.
You're so sly, Mafe!
You like comedy? How interesting.
Yeah. Well, I guess it all started when I started this blog
and it motivated me to break up with my boyfriend, quit my job,
and devote myself to writing.
Then you're a writer, not a copywriter.
Thank you so much, María Fe.
Thank you. Very interesting.
Let's move along with our session.
We're going to talk about archetypes. An archetype…
YOU HAVE 1 NEW MESSAGE
JOAQUÍN Great movie
MAFE - Still waiting for that rich grandma to show up
JOAQUÍN - And I'm still waiting for that Hogwarts letter
100K followers? You're so famous…
MAFE Got most of them from my OnlyFans
JOAQUÍN Hahaha
*Joaquín has logged into OnlyFans.*
MAFE Hahaha
I missed your introduction.
So what was your… TURNING POINT?
JOAQUÍN IS RECORDING AN AUDIO MESSAGE…
My parents got divorced when I was 12.
My mom got depressed while my old man left to see the world.
I developed crippling panic attacks that haunt me to this day.
Now I'm a successful heartthrob, so it's all good.
MAFE Hahaha
JOAQUÍN A bit of a downer compared to your story
Actually…
my dad died a couple of weeks ago.
My friend's letting me crash in one of her rooms.
I'm a writer with a serious case of writer's block.
Mom was the one who got me into the workshop.
JOAQUÍN - Gee, now I feel a lot better about myself, thanks
THE CAKE Now with delivery!
You're killing me here, Tali SEND TO
You're so productive.
There are many sides to the creative process.
And I really think…
it's a good thing to take some time to relax
and let your ideas simmer a bit, you know?
Let them percolate.
-You have nothing. -No.
INCOMING CALL - ROMINA
-Fe, darling. -Hi there.
I woke up this morning thinking,
"You can't just dump all this on Mafe! She's going through a difficult time."
"We can't have her write a book on top of that!" Insane.
Yeah, I mean, honestly, it's been kind of hard for me.
So I came up with a brilliant idea!
A ghostwriter.
Get someone to replicate your style.
And just give them what you wrote.
It's what we do with every influencer. Works like a charm.
No. No, no, no.
Listen to me, Romina.
I'm making progress. You'll get it soon.
How soon?
Soon.
I have faith in you, Fe.
Bye.
-Me too. -I know.
LUCA SENT YOU A MESSAGE
LUCA You're killing me here, Tali
No!
-No, no, no… -What?
Why--
-It's fine. -Fine? How?
-It's a wink. -A wink!
It's devil emoji or no emoji.
-A what now? -Devil emoji.
-Devil emoji? -Clearly!
-I never used a devil emoji. -Thank God.
-Fefa. -What?
-Wink emoji. -That's the worst!
It's like using a thumbs up or a 100 emoji.
Which, like, what even is that? 100 what?
-The what? -The 100! When you send a 100 emoji!
-Not a good thing? -No, that's--
It's not the end of the world. He probably gets that all the time.
At least four times from me.
You never made out with him! It's worse for me.
But he sent you a wink emoji. That's a good thing.
A kissy, no-heart emoji would've been more worrying.
Or the bamboo one.
Okay.
-What do I tell him? -Nothing.
You have more important things to do.
The last thing you need is another dude from your Red Flag Catalog.
Oh, my God! Tali, you're absolutely right!
You're such a genius! Thank you!
Genius strikes from time to time.
-I need to bang Luca ASAP. -Uh, no!
Did you get lost? Was I dissociating?
Of course I'm blocked! How can I be the guru of romance?
-I'm three presidents into my dry spell! -In your defense, that's a week here.
It's a genius idea from every angle.
Best case scenario, I get great sex with a guy I've wanted to bang forever.
Worst case scenario, I'll just fail miserably,
and pour my heart into a bestseller, and then cry my heart out on my yacht.
I'm not sure, Fe.
I feel like there's so much that can go wrong.
-You see that, right? -Spon-Tali!
Let it flow.
Okay! So what's the plan?
I'm not sure yet, but I have someone who can help.
You need to get rid of the last impression you made.
-That sweaty girl on the verge of puking. -I know.
You need to plant the idea that you're a bombshell in his mind.
-How? -I'll take some pics.
Then, you need to cross paths with him, and it needs to look casual.
Even better, doing something he likes.
-Running. -That will trigger this…
"Things in common."
Then, and this is key, you need to ignore him.
Why? We love a challenge.
-Hey, Mafe! -Hey!
Listen, I can't make it, okay?
I'm going to meet some friends, and they said…
-You're so basic. -You ignored me for how long?
-Four years. -And now?
-We're getting married. -That's your answer.
-You see it now? -Love it!
That's the plan!
-Let's do this. -Let's go.
Hey, one last thing!
Be the home team.
-What even-- -It's a soccer metaphor.
Throw a house party.
Make it look like it's not about him. And just let him know.
So you can engage from a comfortable position.
And that?
That's hot.
-Hot! -Hot! I love hot.
-Hot. Come on, let's go home. -Thank you so much.
Go get him. You got this.
-Bye. Come on. -You're not drinking these?
-No eggs, right? -Of course I put some. It's a pisco sour.
-I'll have one. -Thanks! Bye!
Good luck!
Hey, babe?
Do you really think this whole thing is going to work out?
No idea.
But you told me to keep her busy.
You were serious about having lunch in a quiet spot.
We're not having lunch here.
-I'm vetting this church for the wedding. -Right.
Come. Operation Baby.
Be quiet.
-Sorry. -Operation Baby.
This one--
What the hell?
What are you doing?
Come here.
Just testing the acoustics.
Okay, these are the candidates. But I need your input.
Let's throw a chill party. Some shrooms, family constellation work.
-The usual. -How's that chill?
Throw a regular party, with drinks, snacks.
I can be the home team, invite Luca.
-Exactly. -I'm doing that too.
Two birds.
-I forgot I had a meeting. -This one?
You? Forgetting a meeting?
-God, you here? -Of course He is. It's His house.
How do I look?
-Perfect. Hot stuff. -You look hot.
We're choosing the one today no matter what.
-What if I like them all? -You'll pick later.
Options.
And Operation Swimmers is a go!
Hit it.
-Teaching must be amazing. -Teaching is wonderful.
But it's exhausting.
But is it more exhausting for you specifically?
-What? -Of the following options,
which one would describe you better?
A, fatigued.
B, dizzy.
C, short-term memory deficient.
What's the first one?
Next.
I've been eyeing this retreat in Costa Rica.
That's amazing. I love Costa Rica.
-You've been? -Yes, on an astral journey.
Nice! Too bad they're asking for a yellow fever shot.
But you can get vaccinated anywhere. I can give you the info.
Nah, babe. Vaccines are not my thing.
Next.
-I love the look of your house. -What?
Yes.
Tell me about yourself.
What's up?
Yeah, what's up?
What's up with you?
-Too hot. Don't trust him. -Hush.
-Way too much. -It could be really risky.
-What if he takes up acting or singing? -True.
Thank you.
Next.
-Which one's your favorite? -I like the guy…
-Oh, the poor teacher. -I knew you'd go for that one.
-He's exhausted, but he's-- -Bad memory.
-But he's a teacher. -We need them sharp.
-Aw, he's cute. -Gabriel's the one.
-Which one? -The one with two masters.
He was a bit boring.
Come on. Did you see his spinning instructor legs? Gorg.
Where's Caro?
-Ah, there she is. -I can't believe her.
Typical.
Any news from Luca?
Nothing.
He's probably busy at the bar. He'll tell me.
-Eventually. -Eventually.
-Hey, you up for another beer? -Sure.
Remember that time you got your mom's makeup bag
and made a mess of your face?
-How old were you again? Five? -No, I was six.
Mom got so mad at me, she confiscated my dolls for two weeks!
Such a horrifying punishment.
You'd play with your dolls, making up stories all day long.
Looks like I've always loved my stories.
Sometimes you love to fall for them too.
NEW MESSAGE FROM LUCA
Luca.
"I'm free now. Can I still come?"
Fefa…
You've been drinking, you're not in great shape. It's late.
It won't end well.
Fefo…
I'm not doing this for me, but for the book.
Oh, the book!
For the book!
Hi there.
-What's up? -I'm good.
Great.
I'm so sorry.
-It's so late. -No, relax. Don't worry.
-Sure? -Totally. Sorry about the mess.
It's fine. I said you could come.
-You need a hand? -One sec.
Leo, get to bed.
It's okay. Go get some sleep.
He's cool. He's my roommate.
He's just sleepwalking.
-Nice house. -Right?
-So nice. -I got some whiskey. Shall we?
I'm not drinking. Let me get you a glass.
Let me just rinse your glass.
Why?
I'm done drinking. I don't want to do anything dumb.
Such as?
Something dumb.
-Such as? -Like…
That one time years ago
when I lost my mom's favorite pair of sandals at the beach.
They got washed away
while I was back at the shore, distracted with some guy.
But he recovered one of the sandals.
But you see, my mom has two feet.
-How was he supposed to know? -Right.
-Duh. -How could he?
You were the only redhead on the beach.
Really?
Is that so?
You had a nickname.
You called me "Mary Jane."
And then everyone started calling me that.
-No. -For like three years.
-No! -Three whole years!
"Mary Jane!"
It stuck for so long. Because of you.
-Did they know where it came from? -They didn't. They'd just say it.
They had no idea. Laugh it up, jerks.
-It's from Spider-Man! -Of course! I know that!
-Mary Jane! -Yeah.
I was crazy about her.
-You have any ice? -I don't.
That's okay.
Well.
I was obsessed with the upside-down kiss.
-You were? -Totally.
That's a little complicated.
It's complicated… when you're not Spider-Man.
If you are, then it's just fun.
Great.
-So you are drinking? -Just a bit.
You look beautiful.
Cheers.
Truth or dare?
It's your turn, or it's the ghost's turn.
-Truth. -Your turn. Truth. Come on.
-Do you remember-- -I do.
Every single thing we did that summer.
And I remember what we didn't get to do.
You sure she's in there?
Leo said he heard clapping last night. So yeah.
-Clapping? -Yeah.
I called. She won't pick up.
She looked so down last time I saw her.
Luca didn't make it.
Add it to this whole thing with her dad and she probably feels terrible.
Poor thing.
You know how it is when a chakra deviates.
It's so hard to put it back. It's hard work.
-I'm talking. Pay attention. -Stop with this whole chakra thing.
Fe?
Are you okay?
Yeah. What is it?
We had a lunch date at 1:00. Are you okay?
-What time is it? -Almost 2:00.
Yeah, I can't make it.
-I can't. -Why?
I just want to lay on my back for a while.
You got a guest?
-In there? -Hi, Tali.
Regina.
-That's you. -That's me.
-Boss move! -Hi, Luca.
-Nice! -Calm down.
-Bye. -Go!
Good luck. Get it!
Oh, I get it now! The clapping!
Sorry they woke you up.
That's okay.
"Okay"?
He should get going.
I should be going.
-See? And you should be writing. -Don't.
You don't want me to?
No, but I mean…
If you need to leave… not saying you really want to,
but you probably have things to do.
And if you don't, you can just stay.
I have no right to keep you here. Anyway.
Just do whatever. You're free to make your own choices.
I'm here, like, just vibing. No worries.
He's a catch, though.
-Cuter than Chato. -What are you doing?
What are you reading?
I'm not… I wasn't even reading.
-I'm doing whatever. -What's this?
You like these? "Overcoming your constraining beliefs."
Is this your guide to love?
-No. -And true happiness?
-It's the worst, huh? -It is.
It's not mine. It's my roommate's.
Spirituality is more her thing.
-Regina, right? -Regina.
I like her, but not her books.
-They're the worst. -Hold it.
This one's promising.
The tantric massage one?
-It's yours, right? -It is.
Totally yours.
-I read a page every day. -What's your favorite part?
I actually choose like this.
Then I read it.
YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED IN A POST
MORE THAN 1,500 PEOPLE LIKE A POST YOU WERE TAGGED IN
MARIA FE PALACIOS - SOLTERA CODICIADA BOOK TWO COMING SOON
COMING SOON! SOLTERA ANNOUNCES SECOND BOOK!
DANIELA - Finally! FERNANDA - Waited so long!
Loved Soltera! About time you published another!
Thank you.
Mafe's my favorite writer.
Publishers are obviously struggling. Have them publish a serious writer.
Such a babe!
She's so cringe. Can only imagine what's coming.
NEW MESSAGE - JOAQUIN
One to ten, how hard are we panicking?
I just pictured the patrons talking to me.
So eleven.
They're going to hate it!
Who?
Them.
"Them"? Who's "them"?
I don't know.
Just bounce.
Why can't it be like in the movies?
Some random event will happen to you and inspiration just strikes.
Sure, then you get this montage of you writing in all these different places.
With some pop song in the background.
I'm begging you, don't get me started about romcoms.
These past 34 years, no one has come running at the airport.
Same.
What about the ticket? Just let it go to waste? In this economy?
I wrote something like this.
"Did watching too many romcoms fuck me up?"
"Or did I watch them all because I'm fucked up?"
I need to go crazy more often. It's not my strong suit.
It's only crazy when it goes wrong.
One last deep breath.
Maribel, I don't get it. How is this related to writing?
Don't question the process.
Just relax.
But when you tell me to relax,
I'll be fixating on it and won't feel as relaxed.
In fact, I get muscle cramps--
Anyway, now I want you to get transported to your happy place.
A place where everything feels peaceful.
A place brimming with energy.
I want you to describe it in great detail.
Lorenzo?
Oh, cool. Let me see. I feel like I'm…
sitting on my sofa.
-At home? -Yeah.
YOUTH DIVINE TREASURE
And my sofa is just so soft.
As soft as?
Remember, analogy, metaphor.
Suede-like.
Is it a suede sofa, Lorenzo?
Of course it is.
Remember, as soft as a…
as a ballad.
Try to flesh it out more.
MAFE - My happy place is not listening to Lorenzo
Oh. I feel like I'm sitting, dripping.
JOAQUÍN Don't say that about your man
Like a melted popsicle!
That's a good one! Let me jot it down. The couch is so soft.
It's like my mom's skin.
Though not anymore.
I mean, like any type of skin.
Hahaha
And that makes me feel like an animal out in the jungle,
free from any societal constraints, from the system, from everything.
And then, being so free in the jungle
makes me want to start…
-Stop right there. -…masturbating.
We got the idea.
Your turn, María Fe.
My happy place.
A horse!
So many horses! The storm is upon us!
The wind is so strong!
Where is it coming from?
María Fe?
María Fe, what's your happy place?
The beach.
Okay. Can you expand a little?
Ice cream. Diving into the water.
Playing around.
Not the ice man!
-Hi. -Hi.
-Is this Luca's place? -Oh, yeah. Come in.
-I'll call him later. -Come in. Too hot.
He is! Wait, what?
Come. We're upstairs.
I can hear music. Are you guys having a party?
Hello.
Sure. Come over.
I'm here.
Yeah.
-Hey, hey, hey. Hold up. -Hi.
Don't run away.
I wanted it to be like the movies, when you show up out of the blue,
and everything stops.
-But this is real life, right? -Even better!
-I'll go. -It's just a little gathering.
-What can I get you? -To drink?
-Whiskey? -Got it.
-Cool. -I'll introduce you.
-Ari, Mariano, meet my childhood friend. -Hi. María Fe.
Mariano thinks The Idiots is the best Dogme 95 movie.
-What do you think? -It's The Idiots.
-You see? -No?
-No. -No?
Porn is von Trier's forte.
That guy is so overrated.
Ari is a sociologist to be and the future of filmmaking in Peru.
-Thank you. -And Mariano's also a writer.
-Shortlisted for the-- -Stop it.
-Come on! -Awards are useless.
They're there to sell more books.
-Be right back. -I agree.
And it's always the same old cis white men in their infinite circle jerk.
-You're not offended, right? My bad. -I'm not.
That's so cool.
-That's so nice. -You are a writer too, right?
-I am. -What genre?
Short works, usually.
Everyday stories.
Oh! Autofiction, right? That's so in right now.
Have you read Esther Tusquets?
No, not yet.
Have you published?
This year I've only read female and LGBTQ authors.
Maybe I've read your work.
Yeah, I did publish a book. It's called Soltera Codiciada.
It's inspired by my blog.
I don't really consume blogs.
-You don't? -I think I've read your stuff.
-Have you? -Yeah.
Awesome.
What's the blog about?
It's a series of musings about the love life of single people.
-That kind of stuff. -This one?
-Yeah. -Let's see.
"Lesson Number 65."
"Musings of a Woman Going Shopping."
Where did you meet Luca?
I lived with him for a while in Madrid.
We lived with a group of Peruvian expats.
I met him at a techno party. We've been dating ever since.
Wow. That's great.
Let me go check if my drink is ready. Be right back.
INCOMING FACETIME CALL - MOM
-About time! -Yes, Mom? Tell me.
-You look nice. -What is it?
I just wanted to tell you we're having a fundraiser
to donate stuff for the cold snap.
Okay.
A couple of your old jackets.
Sure. Donate them.
Some coats I haven't worn in ages.
And your dad's things.
Wait, what?
Let someone else use them. Makes sense.
-They're abandoned here. -Sense?
Could you stop being so cold for two minutes?
Don't use that tone with me.
You know what? Do whatever the hell you want! For real!
Give away his belongings! Sell the house!
Go travel the world for all I care!
Hi. Are you okay? You seemed a bit off at the workshop.
Maybe I'm imagining things,
or you got as traumatized by Lorenzo's happy place as I did.
Hugs.
Mafe, take a look at these ghostwriter samples.
Just pick one. Stop stressing.
Fefa.
You can't drown your sorrows in wine.
No.
They'll just float back up.
Is this seat taken?
No.
Thank you.
Today we'll be doing the Feelings Roulette.
Trademarked.
I'm going to assign a random feeling to each one of you.
You need to write something that conveys that specific feeling.
Patricia, fun!
Joaquín, nostalgia.
Lorenzo, confusion.
I don't get it.
María Fe?
Fear.
I need something short.
Don't overthink it. Ten minutes.
Let's go! Three, two, one, go!
Stop. Time's up.
We're going to start with…
María Fe.
You're on mute.
Sorry.
I don't have anything. Not enough time.
That one didn't speak to me.
Interesting.
So you're not scared of anything?
No, of course I'm scared of so many things.
I'm afraid of the dark.
I'm scared of spiders, of small, confined spaces.
Of these owl clocks that move their eyes like…
Sorry. It was a serious question. I'm not supposed to deflect.
If asked, my therapist would say I'm scared of taking things seriously.
I don't know why I said that. I can't afford a therapist.
Interesting. Fear is something that just wafts off of you in waves.
Well, I don't know what to tell you.
I didn't get anything.
I don't buy it. I just don't.
You're a writer. Writing is all about confrontation.
Come on, tell me. What are you so afraid of?
Well…
Well, maybe I'm scared of…
writing something that everyone hates.
There. I said it.
I know. One of the biggest rules of writing
is forgetting about what people say.
What can I say? That's who I am.
Always seeking validation. That's it.
I know it's so weird to call yourself "a writer," taking on that title.
Yeah, I got my book published.
Yeah, I'm always writing. But being "a writer" is like…
It's like this medal you have to earn
or this club you have to get invited into.
That's another one. There it is.
Fear of not belonging.
You know who didn't really care about any of that?
My dad.
From day one,
ever since he got that first acrostic I wrote for him,
he said I was a writer.
Every time he went out,
he would get a new notebook for me.
He kept every article I wrote for that pathetic university newspaper.
He wanted me to set up an Internet Explorer link
so he could access my blog.
He was just…
so excited about my second book.
But…
It doesn't matter anymore. He won't get to read it anyway.
I can only imagine the things he'd say.
Well, now that's the only thing I'll ever be able to do
for the rest of my life.
And…
I'm just so scared…
that he'll just keep fading away
until he becomes nothing but a story.
Guys,
I don't know if I'm still feeling yesterday's shrooms,
but that was epic.
Lorenzo…
That's good.
Let your pain guide you. Delve into it.
And also, just so you know, I teach a remote workshop
on using your pain as inspiration for your work.
LORENZO EPIC, MAFE!!
PATRICIA Very good
MARIBEL Congratulations! That was a huge step
Who would you pick?
Rodrigo or Joaquín?
Joaquín, obviously!
Yo, Tali!
Who would you rather fuck? Biden or Trump?
Biden.
-Hey. I have one. -Go!
Okay! I got a question for the bride!
-Hey! -What's she cooking?
-No pressure. -Well?
Is Santiago the best sex you've ever had?
-Forbidden question! -Of course he is!
-Is he? -How can you ask that?
Tell us!
What's wrong, Tali?
Tali? What's wrong?
Don't worry. There's a pill for that.
Some herbs, if you need them.
And some video tutorials on how to do it.
-No, no, no! -She knows how you do it.
She's got the technique.
You know how long it's been…
since we've fucked?
Two months.
-Not bad. -She's getting married.
I don't know when this wedding shit became so damn important.
I never wanted the huge party, the whole church thing.
I'm just doing what's expected of me.
But I'd just love to be someone
who gets all the praise for doing the bare minimum.
I'd love to be…
-A straight man. -Basically.
-Everything would be easier. -Exactly!
-I'm going to be a terrible mother. -No.
I am!
I misplace everything, especially tiny things.
I'm going to forget the baby somewhere. Some role model!
How can I teach them anything? I used to think French Guiana was a fruit!
-It's not? -It's a country, I think.
What if I can't stand them?
What if they can't stand me?
What if I'm like my mother?
Or worse!
What if they're born a Scorpio?
-I'm a Scorpio. -Cancer moon, though.
Yeah, that doesn't count.
Why am I hearing about this now?
You had enough on your plate with your Dad.
You had zero creative juice with the book.
Sure got other juices flowing with Luca.
I had a wider juice availability there.
So I went all the way in.
I don't recall you wanting to get married in a church with three dress changes.
-Exactly. -Never!
-Where did I go wrong? -Just post it on Instagram.
Why don't you just go for one of these rituals,
a modest fire ritual ceremony?
You heat a stone and step on it. Do that on the beach!
Just grab all that money you'd be wasting on that expensive wedding
and take a fun trip!
Good idea.
Carolina, if you want to, you can be the best mother ever.
Put a glass right here. Picture yourself nurturing it.
It'll turn into this huge tree with branches and more branches and fruit.
You are mother nature incarnate!
We're such a mess.
Definitely.
Sometimes at work, I'll excuse myself to go to a meeting,
but I'm crying in the toilet.
I made up a workshop so my kids will leave me alone for two hours.
I used last week's earthquake as an excuse to call my ex
and ask how he was doing.
No!
You didn't!
A toast to just how fucking clueless we are about everything!
-Cheers! -Cheers!
-Nice! -Yes!
Let's go, boss. Four words. First word. The third word.
Marrying my brother!
And. You. Yes? And you too.
-Y Tu Mamá También. -Yes! Thank you!
When are you coming back?
Mom's birthday's on Saturday, so Sunday.
-You're surprising her? -I'm her present.
Nice!
Things are so weird between us. I'll stay for a while.
-Have a good trip. -Thanks.
-Leo. -Okay, then. Bye! Let's go!
-Sure. -Chin up!
So? Did you make a choice?
-I think so. -How will you tell him?
Tell him what?
You need to tell him. It's a big deal.
-He's going to be a dad. -Yeah. You're right.
And maybe you should do something nice for him and all.
It doesn't have to be romantic, but just tell him.
Take him out for a picnic.
-Okay. -Let me know how it goes.
-Be safe. Love you. -Thank you.
Leo…
Do you want to have procreational sex?
-Like, now? -Yup. Now. I'm having a picnic outside.
I'll be waiting, hot, and ovulating.
-You're welcome to come… -Impregnate you.
You got it.
Right now?
-Or should I wait? -Just move it!
Okay, sure.
Where did you go, though?
Mom?
-What are you doing here? -Are you okay?
Yes, I just wanted…
to install this thing…
this handrail here, and…
I wanted to do it a year ago, and we kept postponing it, and…
Maybe if it'd been there when your…
Mom.
Was it here
where you found him?
I was downstairs.
But then I heard some kind of thud.
When I got upstairs…
Maybe if he'd had a handrail to hold on to--
No, Mom.
Mom.
Dad had a heart attack. There's nothing you could have done.
It's okay, Mom.
And I stand by what I said last time.
You're just doing the best you can, Mom.
-I couldn't do it. -What are you talking about?
I didn't give away his stuff.
Not even that old, useless computer of his.
That useless old thing. Wouldn't give it to a dog.
-No! -Cassettes!
Look, Richard Clayderman!
-Look at Richard. -His hair!
Oh, God. That haircut. I hope he's doing great.
Mom, check this out! Classics of Classical Music!
Various artists!
Oh, he loved Barbra Streisand.
-Oh, look! It's Armando Manzanero! -He loved him.
-Remember him? -I loved him so much.
And then you showed me how
To see my feelings With brand new and better eyes
And then you showed me how
To open the door To a whole new world of hopes and dreams
And you showed me how…
-Wait, what did she show him again? -There's…
There's so much more Than seven days to any week
-"You Showed Me How." Lyrics. -Ready?
You showed me how
A kiss can be Both the deepest and the sweetest
That I can gladly Leave this world behind tomorrow
For all that's good in life I lived it all by your side
And then you showed me how
I wasn't born until the day when I met you
Let's keep going.
And you showed me how
No, I mean, let's finish here.
Oh, stop. Don't play with me.
I got carried away.
His plaid shirts. I loved these.
Which one? They all looked the same.
Hey, guys! How is it going?
I wanted to apologize. I know I've been gone for so long.
That's because I was working so hard… I'm working so hard…
on my second book!
I'm so excited. I'll be sharing some news soon.
Love you guys! Take care!
I loved it.
For real?
I'm serious here.
It's funny. There's comedy, there's emotion.
It's like a more mature version of your style. It's great.
You have something to say, something good.
And that's really important.
-Thank you. -I'm honored you let me read it first.
-But don't tell Tali. -Of course I won't.
I value my life.
Oh, about Tali.
My healthy envy is getting greener the more I see their Italy posts.
I'm really tempted to mute her.
They'll be here for the release?
Supposedly!
But now they're the most sponta-couple ever.
They even got married overnight!
You can't trust fabulous people.
Joaco! How are you? How is it going?
Caro! What delights are we cooking today?
Chewy brownies. You've no idea how good they are.
God. This 2D experience is killing me.
Swing by, man!
-Why don't you take a minute? -Have him over.
-Why not? -We're talking here.
Hating on my accents? Let me live, girl.
Mafe.
-How are you? -Hey! I'm great!
-You disappeared on me. -Yeah, a bit.
I'm so busy with my book.
I heard. Is the release coming up?
-In a couple of days. -That's great.
-How about you? -Fine. Nervous, but fine.
-Nervous? -Because of your book.
What? Why?
Wondering how I'm portrayed in it. Or if I'm there at all.
You'll have to buy it and find out.
Take care.
Thank you.
-Hi! -Sweetie.
-You look beautiful! -I love this.
-Right? -Yeah.
-It's so crowded. -Sure is!
The family's here.
Aunt Meche too?
No. Meche missed her flight.
Mom, are you joking about an old lady missing her flight?
Kidding! I'm glad she did.
-Look, the girls! -Yeah.
-Good luck. -Bye, Mama.
You guys!
-How are you? -Terrified!
Everything's great. The book is amazing.
Have this good luck tourmaline. It will take care of you.
-I love you. Thanks. -Me too.
-Sis, remember the guy from the publisher? -Sure.
He wants you to sign a book before the presentation.
-Okay. -Cool. Let's do it now.
To get it out of the way. Come with me. I think he was over there.
I don't recognize him.
-Actually, he's here. -Who's that?
-Hello. -Hi.
-Hi there. -What?
-How are you? -Great.
-You're real! -I materialized.
-You too. Good. -I am.
-You're actually real. -I'm so happy.
You actually look better in person.
Thanks.
-But what-- -I came because the girls said that…
-What? -We're busy.
Regina and I need to go.
-How long are you staying? -I don't know, I just came, and…
Well, you can stay with me at home.
-Can I? -Sure!
We have sofas, cushions, so much space.
-Can I? -Sure!
-See if it works. -I'd love to. Let's give it a try.
-Let's try. -I like it.
-Nervous? -I am.
-Me too. -Me too.
-But, you know, here I am. -Nice!
-You have my support. -Right!
I have a book to present.
-Awkward. So I'm leaving. -Good luck!
-Yeah. -Wait.
Kiss me.
ONE DAY (AT A TIME) THE TIME COMES
Let's give a warm welcome to María Fe Palacios.
Thank you.
Good evening.
Welcome to the release of my second book.
I'm so happy you can finally read it…
"To Dad."
"This is dedicated to you. This book exists because of you."
"But I also owe you these hands that write,
my lingering childhood,
my itch to make people laugh."
"My love language."
"If you don't have it, you don't need it,
but I don't think I'll ever stop missing you."
Subtitle translation by: Diana Peñalver Guillén