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How To Succeed at Losing
Well, ladies and gentlemen,
I think I've demonstrated
that together we can do great things.
We need to be much more efficient.
The IT team and I took the liberty of developing an app,
an app that will reduce company costs.
Now, I see the look on your faces. You're wondering which costs.
Let's take a look around. What are they?
- Employees. - Employees, right?
But besides being employees, what are they?
- Expenses. - Expenses. Exactly, sir.
With this app we'll be just one click away from each other.
We'll be here and they'll be at home.
I believe that will help us improve productivity and efficiency.
I sent you the details by email.
If you decide to approve it,
we'll move forward with this app, and other ones that we have in store.
Mr. Gilberto Ordoñez called to schedule a meeting.
Get him in touch with Development.
The alumni association is hosting a lunch this weekend.
I can't. I'm busy dealing with the engineering club.
The Chamber of Commerce adapts to your schedule.
Arrange a 30 minute meeting.
Your mom said she needs to speak with you.
- I'll text her. - She wants a call, not a text.
Shall I put your through?
Gustavo, the Star, don't you remember him?
I don't know. Yeah, I guess.
Another kid from the block.
He was your childhood friend.
Don't even remind me of that. Anyway, what's up with him?
He lost his job.
I thought you might be able to offer him a job at your company.
What would a guy like that do here, Mom?
I don't know. Have him serve coffee.
He can clean the restrooms. There must be something he can do.
He's a good guy.
A good guy?
If he were a good guy, he wouldn't need to beg for a job at his age.
Would he?
Miguel, I never ask for anything.
Mom...
All right.
Fine, tell him to come talk to me. But let me be clear,
I can't promise you anything.
Fine by me.
Mom, remember I'm getting married in a week. So please, save the date.
About the wedding. Did you think about what I told you?
- About what? - About inviting your neighborhood friends.
They're not my friends, Mom.
I haven't seen them in years.
It could be a nice reunion.
Well, I'm not interested.
Mom, I have to go. I'm going to the university.
- Okay. Bye. - Bye.
What's the first step to downsizing a company?
It's simple.
Look at the global aspects. The big picture. The macro perspective.
Focus only on the aspects that brought the success
that kept the company running. And that's it.
And finally, what do we do?
We answer one question, "What's more important,
"the company or the human capital?"
The company.
I talked to Dad, he said he's willing to invest in the app's development.
Really?
Honey, thanks, but...
I'd rather keep things separate, you know?
Besides, my regular investors will step up. Don't worry.
Well, we're getting married.
What's mine will be yours.
I know, but your dad isn't part of the equation.
You know?
Why don't we talk about the wedding?
We still have a lot to do, and I don't like to improvise.
All right. Did you see the flowers I sent you?
- I have them here. - Which ones do you like?
Let me see...
Hello?
Sir, how are you? Good morning.
Perfect.
Thank you for trusting us. You won't be disappointed.
Let me get to the office and I'll show you everything that pertains to...
Yes, sir. Cash flow, exactly.
See you later. Okay.
Nowadays, it's not easy to be successful.
Cheers, damn it!
We live in a globalized world.
An extremely competitive world.
A world so full of possibilities,
but also full of people competing for those opportunities.
This world forces us to become successful quickly.
Maybe the most precious and coveted thing is time.
That's why it's important to develop what I call a, "Winning spirit."
The opportunity to reach success
can happen at any moment.
And the worst thing we can do
is not to seize that opportunity, and let it go.
There's a chance those opportunities won't happen again.
Ever.
What's good, Migueluchis?
You're not going to say hi?
Well...
You have such a big company!
- What? You don't remember me? - No.
I'm Gustavo, the Star, remember?
The guy with style.
Your mom told me about the gig, and well...
Here I am. What can I do?
Do you remember Pretty Boy? López?
He owns a cellphone accessories store by the lake.
He was married for two years now.
Don't tell anyone, but he divorced his wife
and went back home to care for his sick mother.
No. I'm their father, and I have the right to see them.
Miriam, I didn't send you money because things are tough here, but...
Miriam, you know I have good intentions.
Damn it, I need to see my kids!
Besides, what's your problem? Your boyfriend's rich!
Hello? Miriam?
As I was telling you, Osquitar, do you remember him?
Oscar?
He's working as a freelance accountant.
And he has a 12-year-old kid that looks just like him.
You should see it, it's hilarious.
No, it's not unfair.
You shouldn't smoke pot in school.
In fact,
you shouldn't even be smoking pot in school at your age.
Vicente works in marketing.
He isn't married yet.
The logic behind the campaign is making the consumer feel
that lice prevention brings us together as a society.
No matter if you're rich or poor.
This issue affects kids from all backgrounds.
If we don't take it seriously,
it can become a serious public health issue.
He still lives at his dad's house, may he rest in peace.
He does well, but it must be tough to live alone for so many years.
Do you remember Chunky Manrique?
The goalie.
He's doing really well.
Works at a packaged food company and...
- One second. - Okay, don't worry. I'll wait.
All right.
What's up?
They're here?
Good, take them to the meeting room.
When everyone's there, call me back.
Yes, let them see the projections.
Okay.
Migueluchis, you seem to be very busy.
Yes, let's get to the point.
Yes, of course. "Cut to the chase," as they say.
The thing is, Migueluchis...
I'm unemployed, you know?
And I need to work.
Your mom told me to bring my resume.
Boss.
I don't see anything here.
- No, it's there. - Yes, it's physically here,
but I mean...
No information.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure, we're friends, remember?
What have you been doing all this time?
I've been living, like everyone else.
No, I'm referring to this.
Right, that...
Mom, do me a favor, with all the love in your heart,
don't ever send me another specimen like him to the office.
It's a waste of time
and a complete embarrassment.
Miguel, I bet there's something he can do over there.
But this guy, I mean...
Hammock, coconut, beach and racquetball all day long.
He can't handle schedules or authority.
He's a good guy.
- Talk to him, and I'm sure... - No.
It's not a matter of talking, Mom.
Just don't send those kind of people to my office again.
Okay? And something else, Mom, I have an important call.
I'm busy. I'll call you later.
Son, aren't you forgetting something?
What?
It's my birthday today and you haven't said anything.
Mom, I'm so sorry.
Forgive me. You know I'm not good with dates.
Between the wedding and my job, my mind is elsewhere. I'm sorry.
I'll forgive you under one condition.
Tonight I'm having people over and I want you to come.
Sure, Mom. I'll go.
- Okay, Son. - Okay.
Love you.
He's not answering.
I bet he'll call you back soon.
Don't worry, Mrs. Mónica.
Miguel will probably show up later. Don't worry, Mrs. Mónica.
It's pretty late, though.
Watch my hair.
I think we can wait a little longer.
If he doesn't come we'll sing Happy Birthday.
That's what we came for, right?
Fine.
- I'll have a drink. - Me too.
You know what? Besides Miguel, what this party lacks is women.
Why didn't you bring any dates?
Vicky is visiting her mom in Buga.
Okay. What about you?
Get it together, guys.
You're not getting any younger, you can't be alone.
A bird in the hand is better than an awful partner.
Besides, God can be very unfair.
No news about the girl from the store, Vicente?
No, Mrs. Mónica. Right now, I can only think of lice.
You know what, guys?
Let's sing Happy Birthday, let's cut the cake,
and let's have some drinks.
If Miguel comes, good. If he doesn't, it's his loss.
Happy birthday, Mrs. Mónica
That's so nice! Wait...
I'm making my wish.
I know what it is.
Fuck.
Three missed calls from Mom.
What's with her?
It's her birthday, and she invited me over, but I didn't go.
You have reached the voicemail...
It goes straight to voicemail. Fuck.
Relax. Tomorrow, we'll get her a present and you'll go visit her.
Problem solved.
No worries.
"After the wedding, the couple will travel to Myanmar,
"where they'll spend their honeymoon.
"They'll later move to their apartment in the north of the city.
"However, they're considering the idea of moving to Miami."
So...
- Did you get invited to the wedding? - No, did you?
Of course, man.
Really?
Buddy, are you really that naive?
And that Myanmar thing, where is that?
It's the former Burma.
I still don't know where that is.
Southeast Asia, man.
- But is it nice? - That's what I hear.
See, Chunky? You took Vicky on your honeymoon to Melgar.
Miguel takes her to Myanmar.
We didn't even leave the room on our honeymoon. Melgar did just fine.
- Actually, I... - No, man, we don't want to know.
Don't be a show-off, man.
Hi, guys. See you.
Yadira, don't go. This is getting good.
Are you selling the lube?
Like hot cakes. That's why I'm tired.
Chunky, tell Vicky to call me.
I'll tell her.
I'm still waiting for the marketing job you promised, Vicente.
Yadirita, I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed.
It's just that I've been so busy.
I'm really sorry.
I'm a very patient woman. In every aspect.
You know? Just give me a call.
Whenever, wherever.
Bye, guys.
Bye.
"Whenever, wherever."
Vicentico, my man, that girl's throwing herself at you.
She's so into you. She's crazy about you.
Yadira?
No, man. No...
She's not my type.
She's kind of...
tacky, right?
God, why are you so unfair?
Miss, this is the third time I've called the bank.
I beg you, don't put me on hold again.
I need to talk to the manager today.
Yes, I already called his cellphone,
and he won't answer.
No! Look, this is what we'll do.
You solve this right now, or I'll take my business to another bank!
Is that clear?
- Mr. Miguel Benítez. - Yes?
You're under arrest for money laundering and conspiracy.
Okay. Easy...
Baby.
Baby? Baby!
Baby!
Cliché as it may be,
in a country where no one takes the blame for anything,
my son was innocent.
His only crime was not asking
where his, "Investors," got their money.
He was convicted...
to three years in prison.
They confiscated everything he had.
Miguel tried to get help from his high-class friends.
They turned their backs.
They wouldn't even pick up his calls.
3 YEARS LATER
Not even his girlfriend. His bride-to-be.
After doing his time,
he got out of jail with his reputation in the gutter.
Broke.
He had nothing.
With the burden of having been convicted for money laundering and conspiracy.
Man, that's bullshit.
If it were true, I'd know.
No, Chunky, we can't tell
because they're the ones who control the devices.
Wait, what does the expert say? We have an expert here.
I sell phones. I don't make them.
But I do put my phone face down in the bathroom.
They're surveilling us,
and they're using that information
to oppress us. It's in the manifesto. Here.
- Here we go again. - One second.
It's here. Let's see.
My...
Okay, I'll let you get settled and rest.
You know this will always be your home, right?
Cheer up, honey. This could be a new start for you.
And welcome.
Well, I would like to make a toast
to all the good things that are happening to us.
To Tati and Gabi's engagement.
To Luigi's promotion. Congratulations.
And to our wonderful journey together.
Yes.
Cheers.
I was able to get in because the doorman remembered me.
Or the tips I used to give him.
What are you doing here?
I got out of jail yesterday. Wanted to see you. You never visited.
Why didn't you answer my calls?
Why do you think?
You tricked all of us and almost got Dad in trouble.
No, I'm innocent. I was tricked and you know it.
I don't know anything. And do me a favor,
leave me alone.
You don't know all I suffered,
and all I had to do to get rid of the stigma of dating a criminal.
Don't come here and fuck up my life again.
Miguel?
So, it's true.
You're back.
Come on, that's it!
Vicente, get the ball! Come on!
Vicente!
Oscar! Come on!
Please!
They never win.
They don't seem to care, right?
No.
No, we suffer more from watching them than they suffer playing.
That was a good one!
- The team's name is Western Blue. - What's that?
Chunky came up with it. But it sounds nice, right?
Yes! Well done!
In ten years, their best accomplishment has been a tie
against the hardware store guys' team, and only because they scored an own goal.
Ten years?
At least they have a good time. That's what counts, right?
Come on!
Go, Western! Yes!
Go! You can do it!
Let's score!
Do you only eat roasted chicken here?
No.
We have pizza, hamburgers.
Fried rice. I love that.
Only takeout.
Miguel, you know I never learned how to cook.
I hate pots and stoves.
They're boring.
I saw you talking to Vicky.
She told me about the team, Western Blue, and...
She's still cute, isn't she?
As if time stood still.
That girl waited for you for years.
In the end, I think she realized you weren't coming back.
I'm not saying it to make you feel bad.
Eventually, she fell in love with Chunky.
They're happy together.
I hope they last many,
many years.
Do you need me?
I have to go out.
I'm fine.
I'll be back.
- One. - Two.
- Three. - Four.
Five.
Okay.
- I'm the captain. - No...
Miguel, what's up?
Hello.
What's up?
What's up, Migueluchis?
We're missing a guy for the match.
Giggles left us hanging.
Will you play with us?
I can't, I have...
an important commitment.
- That's too bad. - Okay.
- Another day then. - See you!
Take care.
Bye.
He's vain and a liar.
"An important commitment." That's bullshit.
Not even jail taught him humility.
You know I have a master's in international affairs. An MBA.
I spent over ten years
working in technology development.
Doing risk analysis.
Yeah, I know, but listen to what I have to tell you...
Do it for old times' sake.
Come on, no...
How can you think that? Please.
It's not about the money. I can start from the bottom,
if necessary, so they don't think you pulled strings.
What if I meet you at your office tomorrow and...
Sure. No, of course.
I completely understand.
Thanks anyway.
The motherfucker hung up on me!
Forget about those people.
They were never your friends.
Mom, I need to do something.
I need to find a place. I can't spend my life...
You can't keep living with your mother, right?
Right! I have other needs, a different lifestyle,
other stuff to do.
From what I can see,
you'll have to get used to other stuff
- and another lifestyle. - Yes.
Sure, I can imagine that.
To be locked in a mediocre office
with a mediocre job, and worst of all, with a mediocre boss.
Right? Or like my neighborhood friends. Unsuccessful, mediocre losers!
Who spend their time playing soccer, right?
No! They're also drinking beer, and getting fat like José.
Even worse! They keep celebrating their defeats!
No! That's a dull life! I don't want that for myself! No!
You know what?
Maybe that dull life you're talking about
is much more real
than that bright life you had before all the bad things happened.
In which, by the way, I never saw you being happy.
Do you want a job?
Mrs. Saturia needs help in her store.
No! That may not be your dream job.
But work is work.
It was strange to see Miguel again.
He was at his mom's house.
But, honestly,
it was even stranger to see him behind the counter at Mrs. Saturia's shop.
He looked like...
Like he was giving up. Like he was defeated.
And that word has never been in that man's vocabulary.
But...
As the saying goes,
life is full of surprises.
Hello.
- How are you? - Good.
- How's business? - Slow, but steady.
Good. I need five bottles of water, please.
Five bottles of water. Very well.
The team is playing a match soon.
Close the store and come watch.
I don't think my boss wouldn't like that.
The boss is on a trip. She always closes to go to the matches.
Come on, it'll be fun. Let's go.
Second place is a good place.
Come on!
Show us your attitude, Western Blue!
Show us your attitude!
No!
Show us your attitude!
- That day we played our best match. - That's right.
In fact, they got freaked out!
They started throwing kicks like crazy.
I still have a scar from the kick I received on my shin.
Look, it's this one.
- Still, we kicked their butts. - Yes.
You, brother, played extremely well.
Yes.
So, did you win?
We lost 3-0.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure. It's not like we're upset.
You don't mind always losing? It doesn't affect you?
You never wonder what would happen if you won?
Nowadays, it's not easy to be successful.
We live in a globalized world.
An extremely competitive world. A world...
A world full of possibilities, yes,
but also full of people competing for those opportunities.
This world forces us to get successful overnight. Why?
Because what is the most precious and scarce thing there is?
Time.
That's why some of us like the concept of the, "Winning spirit."
In a way, this leads us to reach koinonia with everything.
- Hang on. - A what?
An understanding.
- An understanding... - Right.
Success can be found anywhere at any time.
But it's also true
sometimes we commit the worst sin of all, which is...
letting that opportunity pass us by.
Not making the most of it.
Because it might never come back.
Oscar!
Armando, I'm closing, man. It's okay.
My dear Miguel.
You and I, we'll go someplace else.
And we're going to get more drinks.
Because this defeat must be properly mourned.
No, wait. I'm really wiped out. I'm about to close up.
You're drunk. Go home, man.
Home?
Home. Which home?
A home is not just four walls and a ceiling, man.
No, sir.
No, sir!
A home...
is companionship, warmth.
It's your family's warmth. It's sharing with others.
I hate going there.
Do you know why I hate it?
Because there's no one there.
And when I say no one,
I mean, my mom's there.
She's there.
But she's so sick, she can't see, hear or understand anything.
And the loneliness is killing me, man.
- Man... - You know how long I haven't seen my kids?
One year.
Their mom won't let me see them.
She left me.
She's happy with another man.
Do you know why she left with another guy?
Because, according to her, I'm a loser.
My dear Miguel...
Today, I'm not going home.
I didn't know what else to do, so I brought him here.
You did well.
This guy gets so depressed sometimes that he can't be left alone.
Son.
I was waiting for you because tomorrow's Chunky José's birthday
and Vicky's organizing a barbecue for him.
You want me to go? No, Mom, I'm not in the mood for parties.
Are you sure?
I think a party will do you good.
Happy birthday, dear Chunky
Happy birthday to you
Bravo, my love!
No!
How cheeky!
- Dig in. - There you go.
Thanks.
- It's great that you came. - Thanks for inviting me.
Not at all.
- You like it medium-well? - Fuel over here.
You read my mind, Mrs. Moniquita.
Vicky. Son,
get the totuma ready.
I'm okay.
You're so boring! Look at your face.
- I don't drink aguardiente. - Drink one to get in the mood.
- But... - Listen to your mom.
Or I'll forget you're an adult and I'll hit you with my flip-flop.
- Okay. - Understood?
Yes, that'd be embarrassing.
- It'd be embarrassing. - Drink up!
That's my son!
Who wants aguardiente?
- I haven't had that in a while. - I can imagine.
Your mom's awesome.
She's a real character.
Look at her.
Remember this song?
We used to love dancing to it.
Every time it played...
when we used to date.
Yes, I remembered now.
The old times, right?
Old times, yes.
- Shall we dance? - No.
- No... - Please!
Come here!
- No. - Let's go.
- Okay. - Like that.
All right.
Like riding a bike.
Look at how happy he gets when he dances with your mom.
But if I ask him to dance, he gets awkward.
I think you intimidate him. He's a garden gnome next to you.
Miguel! I only have good intentions.
Yes.
- Right, sis? - Yes. Definitely.
I have thrown everything at him.
I offered him the keys to my house. I've even put bras and thongs in his face.
- Do you know what he said? - What?
He's heartbroken due to an old love or something.
He's...
He's stubborn.
- Come on, let's toast. - Please!
Yes.
I'll have to touch you-know-what and look somewhere else.
- Touch who? - Herself.
What are we toasting?
- I'll toast. - To what?
Let's see.
Let's toast...
to the ones that got away.
I love it. Yes.
Wait.
- Wait, let's do it right. - Yes.
Through the lips and over the gums, look out, stomach, 'cause here she comes!
- It's good. Right? - Yeah!
That's right.
Miguel, my friend, we...
Wait, where's Chunky?
Chunky's with Vicky.
No, we can't do this without Chunky.
What Chunky's doing with Vicky, he can do without us.
Miguel, my friend.
We...
We want...
- You do it, Gus. - Yeah...
- You do it. - I'll do it.
Migueluchis, our team...
Listen to me. Listen.
We want to win.
Western Blue needs to be champions.
Since you know about that stuff, we want you to help us be successful.
Miguel, my friend,
we need you
to pass on that winning spirit.
- Listen to me. - What?
I promise you
that Western Blue won't only be a high-scoring team,
- but it will be the champion. - Yes.
Western Blue will make history, because we'll be number one!
- Yes! - Cheers!
- To Western Blue! - To Western Blue! Cheers!
After that night,
Western Blue started a new chapter.
Because with Miguel, it's all or nothing.
Those were days of hard work.
Demanding days.
But we were all very happy.
We had high expectations about what was going to happen.
Twist. Twist harder. Yes.
One forwards, one backwards. Forwards, backwards.
Forwards.
Legs up. Harder. Up.
Man, you look so nice with that hairstyle. Don't worry about looks.
- Relax. - Watch the hair.
They'll mess it up when you play. Go...
Get up there and start going forwards and backwards.
Longer steps. Longer.
Longer, longer.
There you go! There you go.
Team, let's strengthen our core. Let's do abs following the whistle.
On one, two, three.
Come on.
There you go.
- That's it. - I can't do it.
That's it.
There! Good, good.
- Let's go! - That's it.
Harder! Faster!
Ten more.
What happened, man?
Let's go!
Goal!
Come on!
See? Everything revolves around number seven.
Pinina is awesome. He plays so well.
He's Mrs. Belén's son.
If we can stop him by defending progressively,
that team will fall apart.
Also, make the most out of that opening on the left, okay?
Make the most of it.
That's it. Faster. Much faster.
Faster...
That's it. Very good. Perfect.
No, you have to stretch for it.
I mean, keep going all the way.
And here.
There. Faster...
Chunky! Faster, man! That's it.
Let's go! Let's go! Almost time.
Faster. Good, Oscar. We're doing good!
So, Mr. Genaro, the best investment you can do today
is with us, with Western Blue, right?
We know that your competitor
is getting close, so what will you do?
Let's improve your customer base. Who are your customers?
People from this neighborhood and its vicinity.
Who are the same ones who follow this tournament.
So, why spend money on ads on papers and social media,
or community managers, when you can invest in us?
Be our equity partner, and between you, us and the customer base,
brother, we'll just make a lot of money.
Now, let's outline a clear concept.
The score board with the investment.
Since we'll do well, we'll go up the board and win more money.
And who gets that money?
What do you think?
Remember, if we lose the ball, which won't happen,
Armando will shadow Pinina.
Oscar gets behind Armando in case the guy dribbles. Let's do it!
When we recover control on the left side...
The left side is where Gustavo will be.
Chunky, all attacks over there. Ready?
- Ready? Let's go. - Let's do it!
Our sponsor!
Parasoles!
Let's go!
No!
Come on, what's with those faces?
Not everything is bad.
We only lost by one goal today. Just one.
- That's good. Right? - No.
We'll be fine once we start winning.
But, man, we played well. Right?
Playing well means scoring and not getting scored against, okay?
Runners up don't make history.
Besides, we now have a sponsor we need to score for.
So, please, go home, all right? Get some rest.
And tomorrow, we'll analyze the game and plan.
Come on.
There.
- It's okay. - I can't feel my left butt cheek.
- Juice? - See you, Migueluchis.
Come on, Josecito. Get up.
The guys played better today, right?
They worked hard.
But they didn't win.
They didn't enjoy it either.
They looked heartbroken.
Great.
Suffering from a defeat is a good sign, Mom.
Do you play to suffer?
You play to win.
Wait and see, Mom. When they win, they'll have a blast.
If you say so.
Who are you texting at this hour?
A girlfriend.
A girlfriend?
Do you have something to tell me?
Me? No, nothing.
Come, let me see.
Yes?
Damn...
The shots weren't very precise.
But we had plenty of goal opportunities. What does that mean?
It means our offensive strategy was good
but our defense was pretty bad.
So, if we want to succeed in this project,
we need to improve that aspect.
So we need to train more?
No, my dear Chunky.
We need to make drastic decisions.
I've been thinking, and...
we need a goalie and a sweeper,
and we can pay for them with the money from our sponsor, Mr. Genaro.
One second. Just one thing.
Does that mean Oscar and I are left on the bench?
It means you must earn your position.
Yeah.
Skill is a qualifying factor
and none of us has a guaranteed position,
so you have to earn it.
What?
I'm doing what you asked me to do.
Don't you want Western Blue to be a winning team? I do.
Look.
Who thinks we need reinforcements to improve?
Good.
Good, that's it.
There you go. Good. Gus?
Well, then.
I'm very sorry, but we made the best choice.
Chunky was hurt that we didn't back him up.
But Chunky is a good guy.
The next day, he realized it was for the team's sake.
And he went back to the training sessions
full of energy, wanting to get his position back.
And just like Miguelucho said, with reinforcements,
the team started to win.
Good, Paolo! Great goalie!
There you go! Good!
Good, man! To the floor!
See? On the floor.
Goal!
There you go! Good job, team!
First win in 15 years of Western Blue.
And fuck, it feels good! It feels good!
And we're just getting started, guys!
We're going for the championship? Yes! And then, the city cup!
- The city cup? - Of course.
Are we going to settle for a neighborhood tournament?
- Let's dream big! - Yes!
Armando.
A call came in for you.
Not even one call from the kids.
It was their grandma.
She loved them so much.
Don't worry, I'm sure they'll come...
No, it's not the kids' fault. It's Miriam and her boyfriend.
They feel superior now, because that guy has money.
They don't wanna come here, to this town.
Fuck, my mother loved those kids.
And me too.
I failed my mom.
She broke her back to give me a good education.
She did the impossible so I'd go to college, and look at me now.
Selling cellphones.
My poor mother...
Life's so hard.
Sometimes, it's so fucking unfair.
That's Patricia and me.
- That's you and her? - Yes.
We were close friends.
Look, that's you guys when you were kids.
That was taken at Vicente's birthday party. Remember?
Yes, he had hair then.
Yes, you were wonderful kids.
I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about
the day you came back home.
Miguel, I think they also wanted to be successful.
They worked hard for it.
It's just that some of them, I don't know, ran out of steam,
others weren't very lucky,
and the rest, I don't know.
They wanted a different life.
But they're still the same wonderful people they were as kids.
Look at this one.
- You loved her. - Yes. Her.
It's a bit absurd, because my mom didn't like soccer.
But making Western win the championship
was a way of paying my mom back.
I mean,
I never became a professional anything,
but we had a chance to become champions. We were going to be champions.
I was going to take the trophy to her tomb.
It was going to be my way of honoring her memory.
Even if I had to leave my heart on the field.
What an idiot. I was wrong.
Good. Good, Vicente.
There you go, man.
Go!
Do you have a minute?
Yes.
Yes...
Armando, cover for me.
Whatever you want, man.
My godmother mailed me some squats. Let's do some squats.
One, two, three...
I saw you, Chunky, watch your knees. Five...
Did you see the new guys?
- Depressed? - Depressed.
You might not get it, Miguel, but to him, that team is...
José's entire life.
Ever since he stopped playing, he's been depressed.
But we're winning!
But he wants to be on the field, playing.
I get it, but he's not a good player.
- He worked so hard. - What can I do?
He's been training. I even put him on a diet.
Look.
Ever since I came back,
I've been wondering...
How did you two end up getting married?
José...
José is a great man.
So?
Is that enough?
Look.
I came here to ask you for a special favor.
Let José play.
Please, put him on the field. Let him play.
I can guarantee he won't let you down.
Please.
Team, come here, let's gather!
All good. Good.
Team.
Chunky, you're the goalie.
You're going. Take that off. And don't screw it up.
- What about me? - Let's go, team.
- Team. - Good job, Chunky.
Team.
Let's go.
That's my Chunky!
Come on!
Good!
Go up, up! Go up!
Wait, man. Just wait.
Brother.
What are we playing? What are we playing?
You need to focus!
Don't fuck with me.
- Focus. - Don't screw up.
You fucked up over there.
- It's soccer. - You fucked up up there.
Go score some goals.
Go.
This guy's ridiculous!
It was Miguel's choice.
- How many goals did you score? Fuck off! - Focus!
Stop it. Come on!
Let's go. Come on.
Stop it!
Come on. Pass it.
What?
Damn it!
- Come on! - Pay attention!
Good job. Two goals.
- Two goals! - Go yell at him, man!
Stop.
What are we playing?
No, man!
We have to shadow number 26.
He's scoring. He's winning the match, guys.
Gustavo, Vicente, cross over.
Okay? Switch sides.
Please.
One question.
Will Chunky stay in as goalie?
Forgive me, bro, but...
We're losing because you fucked up twice. Sorry.
Relax, Vicente, anyone can make mistakes.
I agree with Vicente.
We all make mistakes.
But not two in a row. You're not up for this
and the team's suffering.
Wait a minute. Please, let's all calm down.
I'm the one who makes the decisions here. So...
No.
Let them talk all they want.
I don't know who do you think you are, Vicente!
- Messi? - Watch your tone.
- Ronaldo? Bezos? Jeff Bezos? - Okay.
Bezos, sure. No, brother.
I'm sorry.
You have to recognize
that you're not on the rest of the team's level.
- Sorry, I had to say it. - Sure, and we have to believe you.
What did you say?
Enough! Stop!
Enough!
- Stop! - Fine.
And you, don't be selfish.
Accept the truth. The team comes first.
There you go.
Here's your...
Gustavo.
I'll help.
...fucking team's jersey. Move, man.
Come back, Chunky.
- Chunky. - Chunky!
Chunky, come back!
So, what's up, Miguel?
I thought you'd be celebrating.
I mean, starting the match losing 2-0 and turning the game around...
That's something the team had never done before.
But after what happened with Chunky, why would we celebrate?
Yes, that was messy, wasn't it?
Why don't you sell me a beer? I have something to discuss with you.
Oscar, we'll have to talk without the beer 'cause I already closed for the day, so...
- That's it. - Okay, I'll be straight with you.
I want to play. I want to be a starter. I'm ready.
Besides, I want to talk business.
- Business? - Yes.
I have information that I know you'll find interesting.
It's simple.
I give you the information, you give me a chance on the next match.
You gave it to Chunky for free, and I guarantee you I won't fuck it up.
What do you say?
It's about your mom.
That thing with Chunky today was awful.
Tough.
Why did you let him play?
Vicky asked me.
I saw you two looking at each other today.
And it's not the first time I've seen you doing it.
Miguel, I don't want to meddle,
but be careful, please.
Sometimes, us women, are weak when it comes to ex-lovers.
Especially if we never got over them.
- No, Mom. - Miguel, listen to me, please.
I'll say it again. Be careful.
It's not worth risking someone getting hurt. Okay?
- I have to go. - At this time?
Yes. I'm going out with a girlfriend.
Mom.
Say hi to your friend.
I will.
Looking as beautiful as always, Mónica.
Thanks.
Hey, why are you so gossipy?
I won't hit you 'cause I don't want to get my hands dirty.
I'm no gossip! Who knows what you've heard?
You know what? If you're clean, you're clean.
- So, relax, Gustavito. - So you deny it then?
Of course I deny it.
- What? - Armando.
Tell them what this guy told Miguel.
- What? - Why would you throw me in like that?
- So you're the real gossip? - Stop. What's going on here?
This troublemaker is fucking things up over simple gossip.
No, I'm no troublemaker. Well, maybe. But I'm no gossip.
Will you deny what he told you about Gustavo last night?
- Let's calm down. - No, how can we calm down, Miguelucho?
I need this guy to tell me the truth.
- Come here. - Tell him the truth. Tell him.
- Gustavo. - Listen to me.
I'll be watching you.
- Gustavo. - Look at that.
- Look at the mess you've made, Armando. - You alone made the mess, man.
By being a traitor, a snitch.
Come on, Armando.
Miguel.
Sit down, please.
Well, since you already know what's going on,
I wanted to tell you Gustavo's moving in with us today.
We decided this a while ago.
Before you got out of jail.
I just hadn't found the right time to tell you, so...
Since Oscar already did...
Alegre, in the back. Pava, to the goal.
Armando, front. Gustavo, back. Vicente, front.
- Let's do it. - Miguel, just one moment.
We made a deal. You told me I could play.
You will, but not as a starter.
Buddy, that's not what we agreed upon.
We agreed you'd play, not when.
- Snitch. - Armando, you know what?
- You should shut your mouth. - Or what? What will the snitch do?
Stop it...
Don't waste your time on this piece of shit.
- Excuse me? - There's no need to insult him.
Kiss him, then. Don't meddle.
- You don't get involved. - I'm not.
- But you are. - I would never get involved with you.
Hey!
Look, after the match, you can duke it out.
But we came here to play and to win, okay?
- Let's go! - No. You know what?
Don't count on me. Never, ever again.
You can keep your shitty team.
No, please, buddy, stay.
You know what? I really hope they kick your asses,
you bunch of...
You're such...
You bunch of...
Weren't you leaving?
What?
...idiots!
- I'm leaving. - Whatever.
Osquitar! Os...
No. You didn't need to embarrass him.
He embarrassed himself.
- Lower your voice. I've had it... - What?
Is this low enough for you?
Listen, the problem here is...
Hey! Are we going to play or not?
Aren't you friends?
Lifelong friends?
So, let's win this match.
Come on. Yes. Let's go!
Come on...
Let's go! Let's go!
That's it!
There, Gus, yes!
Well done, Gus!
Yes, go!
Good, man!
Go, Vicente!
Goal!
Vicente! Goal!
Goal! That's right! Goal!
Yes, fuckers! Goal! Let's go, team!
What's with the attitude? We're doing well!
What's up with you?
What's this? A birthday party?
We made it to semifinals. So, we have to celebrate. Right?
- Good. Congratulations. I'm happy for you. - Thanks.
- And the guys? - Must be on their way.
Or maybe not.
Well, have a beer. On me.
We still have to celebrate, right?
Suddenly, they all started fighting and...
- That's why they didn't show up. - I guess.
I needed you in the stands.
While you were playing, I was...
solving a little problem.
Chunky wouldn't let you come.
Nobody tells me what I can or cannot do.
- You stayed to support him? - Chunky left the house.
I don't know, things reached...
a critical point. So, we decided to take a break.
I didn't know. I'm so sorry.
I don't know if...
I don't love Chunky anymore,
or if it's just a temporary thing,
or if he doesn't love me anymore.
Or whether this has always been a mistake.
The truth is I'm...
I'm exhausted.
Why didn't you ever get married?
I was about to, but the thing is...
My ex...
She didn't like that her friends
thought that her boyfriend was a criminal, and so...
she ended it.
And did you really love her?
I thought I did, but...
Well...
Ever since I came back home,
I've realized...
that all the things I thought to be certain
weren't certain at all.
I was living a very shallow life.
A brittle life.
However...
Now...
I feel like I'm living real stuff.
Deep stuff.
Well, this beer bottle is empty.
It's getting late and it might rain...
I have to go back home.
It's nice to have you back, Miguel.
Migueluchis!
- Vicente got mugged. - What?
- How come? - He's in the hospital.
- Let's go. - Let me close the store.
Believe me when I say this, I feel better than I look.
- You haven't seen yourself. - Idiot.
Vicente, what did the doctors say?
Fortunately,
none of my organs are damaged.
I survived.
Only the good die young, right?
But there is a problem, guys.
You know that I'm...
a freelancer.
I have no health insurance.
I don't know how I'll get out of here.
I can't pay the hospital's fees.
You have to help me escape.
Relax, Vicente.
We'll all chip in and pay for everything.
You just focus on getting better, okay?
That's so nice.
Come on, brother.
- See you. - Take care.
Unbelievable. It's not even safe to walk the streets anymore.
- It's so unsafe. - Man, Vicente wasn't mugged.
He made that up.
A neo-Nazi band... You heard that right, a neo-Nazi band in Colombia,
caught him screwing with a guy in a parking lot.
The other guy escaped, Vicente didn't.
- What? - The cops told me.
That's rough, brother.
We can't abandon him there. We have to chip in, okay?
My mom left me some money. It's not a lot, but it's something.
I'll contribute with my mid-year bonus.
Guys, I'm broke,
but I'll get that money for my friend.
- I was going on a trip with... - Mom.
With her.
But I'll chip in.
We have money from our sponsor for reaching the semifinals.
I think that'll do it. I'll ask how much it is. You go ahead.
- Okay, good. - Cool.
- Good seeing you. - Come on.
I have a contact here in the clinic, but...
Are you okay?
I wanted to tell you not to worry.
We figured out a way to pay the bill.
Thanks.
I wanted to tell you something else.
What?
Well...
We know you weren't mugged.
That they caught you screwing a guy in a car.
What did the others say?
Nothing.
We've known for years that you like men.
Look, Vicente, when I came back home,
I was absolutely convinced everyone would judge me...
for everything I did.
For leaving the way I did.
For abandoning you all.
Even my mom.
For being ashamed of who I am,
and where I come from.
Of you guys. Everything.
And you know what?
None of you said anything.
Absolutely nothing.
And I appreciate that, because that's respect.
And it's hard to get that lately, right?
Your friends love you.
We love you, dude.
And trust me when I say...
that whatever choices you make in life,
whatever it is,
we'll be there for you.
So get better soon, man.
We need you.
Okay?
All right.
Chin up, Vicentico!
Miguelucho. Miguelucho, wake up!
- You got a call from Japan! - Japan?
Yes, from the guys with almond-shaped eyes. Wake up.
Man, what time is it?
Get up. Come on.
Damn...
What happened? Who was that?
Mom...
A Japanese multinational company
has a digital transformation redesign project here in Colombia.
And they want me in charge.
That's great, Migueluchis.
You might wonder why I asked you to come here.
It's simple.
We're going to make this the top company in only six months.
How will we achieve it?
We don't have to look for anyone.
I mean, we need to strengthen our sense of belonging to the company.
Well, my sense of belonging.
In other words,
what I'm saying is we don't need anyone else.
Or find the best in the market, no.
We need to invest in our people, so they can be the best.
How did it go?
You know Japanese people don't talk much,
but I think I was convincing.
So please, tell the employees that they don't need to leave.
And I really hope I'm doing things right this time.
Good, they'll be happy.
Also, Miss Cristina called.
That bipolar nightmare again?
- Yes. She won't give up. - Yes.
Okay. Next time she calls, tell her I'm in Tibet and that's all.
- Or I could block her. - Yes!
ONE WEEK LATER
Who do we have here?
- How are you? - Fine, and you?
Never better.
I heard you started working with Jump and Art.
Can you believe it?
I'll be your dad's direct competitor.
By the way, he wants to talk to you.
Why don't you come for dinner tonight?
You can talk to him and maybe we can hang out later.
For old times' sake.
Well, it sounds tempting, but...
Tonight, I'm proposing to the woman I love,
and I don't think she'll like that I'm hanging out with my ex.
Who is it?
To that beautiful lady walking towards us.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Do you like it here? - Yes, it's beautiful.
I think it's the right place to talk to you about something.
That's why I asked you to come.
Why so serious?
I'm not very good at this stuff.
- So, I'll get to the point. - I'd appreciate that.
I don't have much time. I have to go back home.
Today the team's playing a very special match.
- They're going to the finals? - No, that's not it.
Since you left, everything went back to normal.
They haven't won a single match.
So, why is it special?
It's special, because...
this time...
we will celebrate that I'm pregnant!
I found out two days ago, and...
we haven't had the opportunity to celebrate with everyone,
and we decided to do it with the guys after the match.
Weren't you and Chunky...
Yes, we were on a break, and that time helped us realize
we can't live without each other.
And there's a baby on the way...
now.
Congratulations.
So, what did you want to tell me?
Nothing. I wanted to thank you.
Thank you for everything you did for me.
Everything you've done since I came back home.
For helping me find myself again.
I know it took me too long,
but I needed to thank you.
It wouldn't have been the same without you.
It was easy.
You know...
You know, Miguel, that you've always been and always will be my friend.
Always.
I know. It's crazy.
I forgot to tell you.
I got very paranoid with Miguel's arrival.
Not just because he's handsome, which he is.
But because Miguel and Vicky used to date when we were kids.
But we messed up.
We both misunderstood what she was doing.
For example, I thought Vicky didn't love me anymore.
Miguel thought Vicky was in love with him again.
We men definitely have a long way to go to be able to understand women.
Men... Women...
Vicky.
How did it go?
Well, it could have been better.
Okay, you can tell me later. The meeting is about to start.
No, come here.
I'm not going. I have an important thing to do.
More important than the project we've worked on for a whole week?
Yes...
Much more important.
And I don't need to take this. So please, take care of it.
And go ahead. You're ready for this. You got this.
Man, help us with a scorpion kick.
That's it! That's my team!
Come on!
Miguel! Miguel!
- What's up? - Hey!
I'm so glad you came!
I couldn't miss this celebration. No way!
No way!
Come on, guys! Smash it!
Western Blue! Show us your attitude!
Show us your attitude!
- Look at this guy. - Wow, man.
You'll definitely make the best parents.
Yes. Yes.
Do you want a boy or a girl?
I don't know but I...
- What do we want? - A girl.
- I'm so happy for you both. - Thanks.
But do me a favor.
If it's a girl, try to have her look like you and not Chunky, please.
That's so mean!
- Miguel! - What's up?
Remember Rodolfito?
Rodolfito? What's up, man?
- How are you? - He's obsessed with all things Japanese.
And I told him you'd be working with them.
So, maybe you can give him some advice.
Advice? Yes.
Go home, get a suitcase and pack your best clothes,
the best suited to Japan's weather, because I'm taking your Dad to Tokyo.
I need an accountant and aren't you one?
What do you say?
- Of course, man! Japan! - Come here.
So, Armandito, a drink?
No, man, thanks.
This weekend, Miriam will let me see the kids.
And I won't fuck it up.
Good!
Prohibition, I see.
I'm trying.
- Congratulations. - Do you want one?
I'm glad. I'm glad.
They're such a riot, aren't they?
Hey, guys.
Mrs. Mónica. How are you?
This is...
Juan Carlos. He's one my clients. We're friends.
He's my boyfriend.
Nice!
- You're free. Finally! - Well done.
- Nice to meet you. - Welcome.
Have a drink.
- There we go. - Okay.
Here, Son.
Are you happy?
Happy as a clam.
See? Even if you go away for a while,
this will always be your home.
This is your neighborhood, and these are your friends.
That's right.
Yadirita, why are you standing there alone?
I'm just watching the view.
Yes.
You look very handsome today.
- And you look very beautiful. - Thanks.
I had to look good for my friends' party.
And to have a drink with good old Miguel, right?
Sure.
- Let's toast. - Okay.
But this time, let's toast to the ones who didn't get away.
I love it. Cheers.
You made the sangria?
Let's get this party started.
- Change the music! - Come here.
Yes...
Going back home showed me
that the winning spirit I was preaching about was...
Well, it still is,
the highest demonstration of human selfishness.
There's no winner without a loser.
What I mean is,
in other words,
to be a winner you have to enjoy
walking over your opponent, the loser.
Every victory implies taking delight
in other people's frustration.
Miguel!
I tried...
Celebrating defeat is...
an act of kindness.
The biggest proof
that we can understand each other. We can develop koinonia with ourselves.
The thing that best defines us as a human race.
That's why
I'm convinced
this is how to succeed at losing.