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QUEENS ON THE RUN
You're gonna get us killed. Say something, Marilú!
Slow down! Slow down the car!
Give me back my mother, you bastard!
No, no, no!
-Oh no. She's got the gun! -You're crazy.
Perfection.
Kids, let's go. You guys are running late!
Marilú, get out of the bathroom.
Honey, have you seen my cell phone?
Who grabbed my stuff?
-Kids, come on! -I have no clue where it could be.
Ah!
Thanks. I have a ton of meetings for the campaign today.
Esteban looks strong. I think we'll win.
Oh, that's great.
-Did you lose something? Get back to work. -There you are.
Don't forget your lunch. Did you pack your pajamas?
I think so.
And if Charly feeds you shrimp, don't even think about it.
Remember you're allergic, my love.
-I know, Mom. -No, listen, I'm on my way.
Print, like, uh, 100,000 banners.
-Happy anniversary. -One sec.
-Today at six. Huh? -What's that?
-He's cross-eyed? -Dad, I'm really late.
What are you saying to me?
-Out of 700 pictures… -Oh my God, what is this?
-Where are you going dressed like that? -I have my pajamas here.
I'm getting lunch with Emiliano.
I don't think so. Go back up there and get changed.
-Mom! -I never would have worn that at your age.
But it's so long ago. I'm sure at my age, you were just as wild as me.
-You need to chill. -What's a lap dance?
It's not my fault you didn't experience more.
Technically, it is your fault because you were born.
You're a little jerk. Who asked you?
It doesn't matter how old you are.
Life is an adventure, and it's never too late to start over.
Even as a woman, I have a masculine aspect.
And we're afraid of it…
Hey, chica.
Do you remember Pili?
The dyslexic girl who took that literature workshop with me?
She just published a bestseller!
I'm so happy for her.
I'm watching it right now on the computer.
I could be the one interviewing her right now.
Can you imagine?
And how are you doing with your book?
Oh, you know.
With Esteban's career, I don't have time.
But you do have time for the massages, the Botox,
the boobies that Esteban got for you.
-The surgeon will see you now. -Thanks.
Are you at the surgeon right now?
Whenever you're ready.
Listen. Esteban says he'll be elected governor,
so I have to look spectacular.
Think, Estrella, I'm going to go down in history.
Your titties are gonna go down in history.
See, these are things no one thinks about.
That's my alarm.
I have to rinse out the dye before it starts itching too much.
-I'll call you later. Bye. -Okay, great.
Bye.
I want you to grab a hold of that fiery beast
and tell all the women who are watching us right now
what message you want to give them through this new book of yours.
Every last woman has a fierce beast within,
and no matter your age,
you are the only person alive who can wake that sleeping lioness.
Go do it.
Okay, so tell me, young lady…
It looks amazing.
Oh, she's a vision in pink, huh?
Ramiro, where are you?
If we want to get pregnant, we gotta get busy. Now.
I'm right here. Don't worry, I'm here.
I snuck out of the office. I have 15 minutes.
-That's fine. We'll do it in three. -Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Quickly, quickly, quickly.
Sexy, sexy, sexy.
-Horny, horny. -Fifteen minutes, here we go.
-Oh yeah. -Okay.
-That's it, baby. -I gotta focus. I need a few minutes.
-Think about my body. -Uh-huh.
-Yeah, I like those. -Yeah?
You like these? What else do you like?
Uh, I like…
What else?
-Uh, your… your eyes. -Yeah?
-Your eyes are so much like… -Uh-huh?
So much like your mom's.
What?
I can't.
-Uh, sorry, babe, I… I can't. -Why?
Why? You wanna know why?
Look at the urn. Look at the pictures. Look.
I feel like your mom is watching us bang from beyond the grave.
Oh my God. Just forget about my mom. What do you need, huh?
This? Huh?
Yeah.
-Does it help? You like that? -Yeah, maybe. Yes.
Okay, get those pants off.
-Yeah. -Let's do it.
-Oh God! -Mom!
-No, you kicked my mom! -Oh my God.
-I didn't mean it. -Oh, no, Mommy. Sorry.
You can't be serious.
-Oh, Mommy. -Yeah, hey.
-Oh, no, poor thing. -No, no, no, no, no.
Yeah, okay. Okay.
-Honey, I gotta go. -What?
Yeah, I left some documents at José's house.
And we have a meeting with, uh, with Esteban in half an hour.
At this rate, we're never getting pregnant.
I'm sorry, baby. You know how much I love you.
You've got my mom on your forehead.
Huh?
Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.
Bye.
They're completely different.
My husband noticed this one goes north. This one goes south.
This one's hard. This one's floppy. You have to fix them, doctor.
The disparity is a completely natural part of our bodies, Paty.
But in my boobies?!
You see this? I mean it's flopping all over the place.
-You can put the ice on. -Ugh.
Well, we could even them out a bit with a hyaluronic acid implant.
-It just hit the market. -Uh, okay.
But I'm not allowed to release it until December.
No! Not until December?
No, please. The elections are in two months.
Well, the last one in your size is with my colleague in Mérida.
-What colleague? -I'm not sending you to my competition.
Oh, doctor, couldn't you just--
-No. -Doctor Claudio?
-We kinda overdid it with the Botox. -Can you come here?
-My mouth. -It will deflate in no time.
You look beautiful. Give me a minute.
Oh, doctor, which colleague has those implants?
Paty, I already told you. It's confidential.
Estrella, nice to meet you.
But you can call me Star.
Uh, you look a little different from your photos.
Well, yeah, I dyed my hair.
I know what you're thinking.
You're over there wondering if the carpet matches the drapes.
What are you drinking?
-A lemonade. -A lemonade? Oh, you kids nowadays.
Can you bring us some rainbows?
-You got it. -Thanks, you.
Okay.
So what are we celebrating?
The most memorable day of your whole life.
The documents are right inside. Ask Marilú.
-Okay, I just got here. -Bye.
Okay. Okay, okay.
COME IN…
Hello?
I'll be right out.
Take a seat on the couch.
Shh. Not a word, Ali Baba.
Don't move.
-Happy anniversary, my love. -Huh?
-Oh. -Ramiro!
-What are you doing here? -I'm here to get some documents from José.
-Why didn't you say so? -It wasn't my fault.
Get out of my house before I ram these high heels straight up your ass.
Ah! Ow. You hit me in the eye.
Welcome.
-I brought wine. -Why is this bottle already half empty?
I don't know.
Listen, Ramiro's shy.
-That's why he didn't stop you. -I'm so embarrassed.
Don't get ideas.
God, what happened?
-Too much Botox. -What's with your lips?
-They're gonna deflate. -Yeah, sure they will.
What's the plan?
The plan is wine, snacks, and crying for the old times' sake.
I wish I went to high school with you guys.
We had so much fun.
Look at us
before we were full of responsibilities and stretch marks.
Don't forget cellulite.
-Remember that trip we wanted to take? -Ah, yes.
What trip?
We wanted to go on a road trip to runaway without telling our families.
Hey, that sounds so cool!
But then came marriage, husbands, the children.
Okay, speak for yourself.
So many memories!
-Is that the to-do list? -Let's see.
Listen to this, "Go to the beach, do a striptease."
-Check. -Oh, "Hitchhike."
"Rescue animals, try to get high."
-"Be rebels." -Be rebels.
"Declare my love to Antonio Posadas." Who's Antonio Posadas?
-Oh! Antonio Posadas. -Posadas!
Only Marilú's hot ex-boyfriend. She was gonna marry him before José.
His family had tons of money.
They owned a hotel chain. I don't remember which one.
-What happened? -He really broke my heart so bad.
One summer we fought then he was just gone.
-I wrote him, but he disappeared. -Never.
Last I heard, he was living in the United States.
-Other than that, there was nothing. -Nothing.
Come on, aren't you a little curious?
-You can find anyone now. -I mean, I never…
-No, never. -Here, I'm gonna look him up now.
What was his name?
Antonio Posadas Cervantes.
-Antonio Posadas Cervantes. -That's right.
-Uh, ah-ha! Here he is. -Let me see that.
Owner of the chains Fiesta Americana, Live Aqua.
He makes donations to charity which means he's a good person.
No, not always. Not all that glitters is gold.
He's available. It says he's divorced, no kids.
Let's take a look at his Instagram.
-Let's see. -Oh, look at the puppy!
Oh!
Aw.
Oh!
Damn.
-Marilú, you're kidding me! -He wasn't like that.
Hold up, listen to this.
It says that this weekend he'll be at a conference in Cancún
in one of his hotels.
Let's go.
-Back up a second. Are you serious? -Yes.
-We don't have to go for him. -Uh-huh.
We do owe ourselves a road trip last I checked.
Yes, fuck the husbands. They won't even know about it.
And if we happen to go by Mérida for the implants…
No, come on, you're beautiful.
It's not a bad idea. I could scatter my mom's ashes in the Caribbean.
-Just like she wanted. -Yes!
We're breaking free from the mommy issues.
Yeah! Fuck it!
This is exactly what we need right now. Come on, where's my drink?
Let's have a fucking adventure for the moms.
-I mean, for a mom. -Mm-hm.
-And no husbands, no kids, with nothing. -Yeah. Yeah!
Let's go naked!
-Hm, I don't think so. -Naked? Why would we be naked?
Because we can be. Because we can be.
-Hey, what's going on? -Hi, mom, how are you?
-You had a fight with Pedrito? About what? -No, no.
-What? -Do I need to come get you?
-No, why? -Of course, honey. I'll be right there.
What? No, no--
It looks like I gotta run.
-What are you talking about? -What about our trip to Cancún.
You can't leave yet.
-Aren't you excited? -You really mean it?
-What about the kids? -Let your husband take 'em.
Let's take a vote.
Who's up for an adventure the day after tomorrow
without telling anyone.
Are you serious?
-Are we really doing the hand thing? -Always.
-Yeah, get your hand in here. Hurry up. -Okay. Okay, okay.
We're doing this?
Yeah, get in here.
Let him know you're serious about the divorce.
-What divorce? -What divorce?
Famela!
That was just a conversation we had. Really?
-Right. That was a secret. Sorry. -Which divorce, Marilú?
You're getting a divorce?
-No. -Are you all right?
No, we're not doing that good.
It's the third year he's forgotten our anniversary.
-Oh, no way. -Oh, We need to send a message, Mari.
-Jeez. -Yeah, oh my God.
It's not a big deal. I'm fine.
Now I should go.
I'm sure José is waiting for me with puppy-dog eyes while…
-Why didn't you tell me? -Shh.
I love you guys. Bye.
Bye.
-Why didn't you tell us sooner? -Because I'm a good friend.
-Well, we're still going, aren't we? -Obviously.
-Yeah, of course.
We're not doing the hand again.
-You're a great secret keeper, huh? -If she gets divorced, I'm screwed.
You've been screwed for years.
We're coming to you live
from one of the illegal distribution centers
being dismantled today.
It operated under the control of the mysterious businessman
known as El Gavilán.
This is believed to be one of the most powerful sources of revenue
operating within the city.
Authorities have been unable to locate the whereabouts
of the notorious human trafficker and arms dealer.
His network is said to be spread throughout the southeast of the country.
-Honey. -Yeah?
Do you notice anything different?
Did you get a haircut?
I shaved it off,
and I spent 200,000 grand on the credit card.
That's great, babe. Hey,
which one looks best?
The one with your eyes crossed.
What do you mean "crossed"?
No. Holy shit.
I look cross…
I look cross-eyed!
Yeah, you look cross-eyed.
Anyway…
I saw the surgeon today.
Hello!
That's good. Just make sure they finally match.
José, go back to the office and print the one with the baby.
Why?
I look cross-eyed in the other one, idiot.
Esteban, what are you doing?
I showed you them earlier, babe. You could've told me.
-Oh, now it's my fault? -Like you're so busy, huh?
What? Why are you making that scary face?
I'm not making any face. I'm actually trying to frown right now,
but since the Botox, it won't… it won't let me.
Where are you going, Esteban? Esteban, look at me. Look at me.
-I'm looking at you. -I wanna ask you something. Did you--
Is it the puppy? Are you really still on that?
I told you we can't have one right now. That's it.
I have to go to the office to supervise José
because apparently I have to do everything myself.
I'm surrounded by idiots.
"What communication boils down to essentially is respect."
"Can we respect our partners enough to listen to them?"
"Listening can be a radical act
where new possibilities and new relationship paradigms
can be articulated."
Ramiro.
I'm gonna go scatter the ashes for my mom.
Oh, thank God. When are we leaving?
No, I'm going with the girls to Cancún,
but I think it's finally time to say goodbye to her.
What do you think?
I think it's time for us to have a little more time together.
Yeah, time to get pregnant.
Well, yeah, time to get pregnant,
But before we get pregnant,
why don't we take some time to enjoy each other a bit more?
-More? -Yeah, more.
You were with your mother for the first two years of our marriage.
And that's understandable. She was sick and all.
But we weren't going anywhere without her.
And now that she's gone,
we could think about traveling.
-You know, romance. -Romance.
Ugh. No, not again with the romance thing.
I'm not a fucking romantic.
Fine. I'm listening. Tell me what you want.
-Some time… with you. -Uh-huh. Okay.
You're busy at work,
and all the time you do have is for banging.
It's always boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, and that's it.
Gone. I stay like this.
Looking up at the ceiling.
I don't know. I feel sorta used.
That's the truth. Uh-huh.
You're not gonna cry?
You see?
Don't laugh. You don't care about me.
For a long time, I've felt like you don't care,
like I'm an accessory.
Okay, here.
And now you're about to go on this road trip with your friends.
Yeah, we're going to scatter my mother's ashes.
-Isn't that what you wanted? -Yes.
-Yes, that's what I want. -I do listen to you.
I always listen to you, hon. I always listen to you.
-I always listen, right? -Yeah.
We're going away this weekend, but you can't tell Esteban or José.
-It's a secret. Promise me. Do it. -Pinky.
No, I don't need the pinky. Promise me.
-Promise. -Okay.
If you tell them, I'll cut off your balls.
MARILÚ - WHERE ARE YOU?
MARILÚ - GIRLS… COUNT ME IN FOR THE ROAD TRIP.
Oh, I missed you, beautiful.
We're gonna be just fine.
I didn't say anything to my husband.
-You? -Obviously, I didn't.
Okay. All right.
Say hello to your old friend here.
-Hi. -No, not me.
To the Corcholata.
Okay, who votes Famela and I do the driving?
So now you're trying to offend me?
Back seat?
Are you ready?
Let's have the greatest adventure of our lives.
One, two, three.
Let's go, girls!
Woo!
In this part, nobody sings.
Let's go, girls!
Come on, Marilú!
♪ Men's shirts, short skirts
She's dead.
-Oh. -Estrella!
Estrella!
Are you okay?
Oh my God.
Are you okay?
-Are you all right? Does it hurt? -Where does it hurt?
I'm good.
-Where did you get hit? -Come on. Help her up.
-Hello. -Glad you're okay.
Hello.
No, we better cancel all of this.
No!
Starting now, we're unstoppable.
Woo!
What is happening?
Motherfuckers.
We won't even get out of the city at this rate.
-Anyone want sunscreen? -Oh, me.
On the back of my neck.
Can you give me a hand?
Oh, thank you.
All right, that's it. I'm gonna go see what the hold up is.
-Where's she going? -No, Estrella, stop please.
-Be careful. -Just stay in the car.
-Do you even know how to get out of a car? -Yeah.
-Can't you be normal? -Nope, I can't.
-Bizarre. -Really? Girl, was all that necessary?
Yeah. Uh-huh.
Hello.
-Maybe we should just turn around. -No!
Sir, do you know what happened?
A truckload of eggs was overturned.
Hey, guys, an egg truck flipped over!
It's not eggs.
It's chickens.
They're coming right at us. Run.
No!
-God, there's so many. -Come on, come on, come on!
They're stampeding.
Hurry up. Get this down.
Get in the car.
There's no time! I'm telling you there's no time.
Quick, get in.
Oh, my God. That was something, wasn't it?
Oh, it's cute.
-Don't even think about it. -Hello.
Aw.
-Hey. -Hi.
This campaign is gonna kill us all.
Hey, man, what happened to your eye?
Uh, a strange belly dancer.
Oh, isn't that just perfect?
I'm working all night killing myself while you go to strip clubs.
No, man, not there. It was actually, well, at your house.
I went to pick up the documents like you said
and suddenly a very sexy Arab dancer--
Very, uh, exotic.
I didn't want to see. I really didn't want to see, but…
But then she took off her veil, and I saw it was your old lady.
My mom?
Marilú, your wife.
Marilú, my wife?
Marilú. I'm an idiot. It was our anniversary.
Ramiro, close the door. This is an emergency.
-This is so gross. -I was so scared.
-This is completely disgusting. -He is so handsome.
-Not more scared than me. -I'm warning you. Don't start pooping.
-I've always wanted a pet. -You need your eyes checked.
-I've decided I'm naming him Kentucky. -Why Kentucky?
Call him salmonella 'cause we're gonna get it.
-We'll call him Ken. -Can you believe this?
-Ken, I love it! Hi, Ken! -Oh, yes, Ken.
He's so handsome.
-Hello. -Hey, hey, hey, hey!
-Check this up ahead. -Okay.
Feast your eyes, girls.
He looks like Maluma!
-What? -No, it's Maluma.
-You need to get your eyes checked. -See? I'm getting goosebumps.
How do we check if it's Maluma?
Five hundred pesos to whoever makes him turn around.
-No way. Stop it. -Do we have a deal?
-You guys are so boring. What happened? -We've been through way too much already.
-Hey! -Shh!
-Sit down. -I see all this meat and now I want a man!
-Oh my God. -Now you.
You're into it. I can see it in your face.
-I can't. -All right, fine. I love this. I'm going.
No, I didn't expect this from you.
This old donkey wants a bite of that young ass.
That one is Famela!
Woo! Woo!
Take Kentucky for a second. You like it?
Oh, hey cuties.
This little donkey came out of her box ready to play.
Did you hear what I heard?
Great. Even the funny little guy in the backseat won't look at us.
-We suck at this. -You chased them away.
I'll get 'em to turn around.
-Everyone get a hold of yourselves. -You guys want me to do it?
-That moment has passed -Commence Operation Star!
The ladies again.
Okay, boys, smile for the camera.
-Oh my God! -Woo!
She's crazy. We're putting her in an asylum.
-Cover up. Aren't you cold? -Hell no!
-'Cause I've got freedom! -Woo!
Okay, girls, I clocked you going over 140 kilometers an hour,
on top of littering and various moral offenses.
We're so sorry, officer.
-I'm offended, officer. -It's our bad.
-You hurt me. -Please forgive us. It won't happen again.
I'm sure it won't.
I see that--
Where are you headed?
-We're just having a little beach day. -To Zipolite.
-Yes, a baptism. -The nude beach.
Don't you think it's a little early to be getting naked?
Now you girls be careful.
It's dangerous to be riding around here in a car like this.
-Haven't you seen the news? -Yes, so dangerous.
Thank you for looking out for us, officer.
-Here's your ticket. -Let's see.
-Officer Roberto Martínez. -Thank you.
I'm Estrella. Nice to meet you.
But you can call me Star.
-Let's just forget the ticket, Bobby. -Yeah.
Yeah, it sure is tempting, isn't it?
Oh yes.
But no.
I understand. I mean, really, how honest of you.
-You never see it anymore. -It's nice to meet somebody so honest.
-Girls, take it easy. -Bye, officer.
-He definitely had a smirk. -He called me pretty.
-When did he call you pretty? -With his mind.
We are here.
You dropped this, buddy.
These guys are shit-faced already.
Yeah, but it's the thought that counts.
Let's start with one about… about forgiveness.
Carlitos.
Tell your mom to come down here. Tell her to come look.
That's not possible.
-Hey, be quiet. -Stop. Wait, huh?
-She's gone. -But why did she leave?
Hey, stop. Stop playing.
Shh. Shh. Shh!
If you just let us…
Look, you know I can't hear anything because of you.
Quiet! Goddammit!
Guys, enough.
Obviously my buddy's wife just left him.
-I'm sorry, dude. -This calls for a tequila.
Marilú!
Who are you looking for?
Marilú!
-Help me look for my wife. -All right.
-Señora! -Are you playing a game?
-Did you see anything? -Not a thing.
-Search the whole house. -Back to work.
Maybe she's hiding somewhere.
-Why would she be hiding in her own house? -Señora!
Once, they had a fight, and my mom hid in the closet,
but my dad didn't notice her.
-Hold on. Maybe she's trapped on the roof. -You serious?
-What happened to your eye? -Marilú!
Nothing.
-Hey, Dad. -What are you doing?
Uh, probably, you know, making out.
Dad, just relax. It's Emiliano, my boyfriend.
Oh.
So how come I never met him before now?
Hi, sir. It's a serious relationship. It's been a long time.
Four months.
Basically an eternity in today's world.
-I found it! -You found something?
I found it!
What did you find?
I finally found where they were hiding the beer!
Bottoms up!
Dad, mom dumped you!
What? What did you say?
DEAR JOSÉ, I WRITE YOU THIS LETTER
What?
It says it here in this note.
WE CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS. IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S US…
Are you getting divorced?
MY LOVE INCOMING CALL
-No. Do not answer that. -What if something happened to my kids?
Then you would get a message saying, "Answer me. Carlitos has died."
-You're so mean. -You hear anything from Esteban?
Nothing, right?
Hey, look.
-Oh cute. There's some little goats. Okay. -Don't even think about it, Patricia.
Pull over, Famela. Give the poor girl a ride.
Bad idea!
But adopting a chicken was a great idea?
You'd understand if you had a daughter. Pull over.
Oh, thank God, finally!
I've been stuck here for hours.
Just vroom, vroom. Nobody stopping.
Look how stiff my thumb is.
-Thanks. Are you stopping in Veracruz? -Yeah, want a ride?
Uh, Marilú, are you sure?
Shut up. She can hear us.
Just a second, okay?
-This girl's a hooker, right? -The term is "sex worker."
It's obvious.
What's wrong with you. That's just the fashion.
Isn't it better for us to pick her up instead of some truck driver
or worse, a killer?
Yeah.
She's like me. She's had a lot of sex.
No, stop that. What if she's a killer?
-Shut it. She might hear. -No, I rolled up the window.
Uh, I can hear everything.
-Are you gonna kill us? -Huh?
You guys are insensitive. Come on, get in.
What's your name?
My name's Rosa María Betsabé Ximena Hernández de la Garza y Garza.
But since that's kinda long,
you can call me Lola.
-I'm Marilú. -And you with the gorgeous hair?
-My name is Estrella. -I'm Paty.
-What's yours? -I'm the one who drives.
Her name is Famela.
Hey, how come you guys aren't flying?
-Because of the chicken? -Oh, his name is Kentucky.
-That's nice. -We're taking a road trip.
Four housewives on a road trip by themselves?
-Four housewives? -That's kinda dangerous.
Everyone says it's dangerous. The cop said the same thing.
Who are you calling a cop? He was more than that.
-An officer chiseled out of pure bronze. -That's true.
Just thinking about him gives me goosebumps.
Officer Roberto Martínez.
Roberto Martínez?
Do you know him?
No, I just think it sounds like a soap opera, right? Like…
"What do you want, Roberto Martínez?"
Ah!
Hey, what if you sped up?
I want to see what the engine's got, feel the wind in my hair, you know?
-Are you in a hurry? -I have a very important audition.
-Really? -I'm a dancer.
-Think you can keep up with us housewives? -Yes.
-No, Famela. No! -Yeah!
Oh my God.
Hi.
No. No.
I'm with some ladies who are traveling alone.
I'll take a few tamales.
Hm. Maybe I'll take 'em all.
Calm down.
No, don't worry. They don't suspect a thing.
I hope you feel stupid for judging her.
She's clearly just a dancer.
Yeah, a stripper.
Thank you.
No, she's not.
-Can you put this in my purse? -Is Kentucky thirsty?
He looks a little dehydrated.
Holy Mary, Mother of God.
-Why are you carrying a gun? -For safety.
These are pretty good, aren't they?
-I just work here. -Excuse me.
-Imagine if the policeman had found it. -Nope. No.
-No, no. -He didn't.
Give it to me, Marilú.
-Uh… -Hey, what--
-No, okay, stop! -Somebody's crazy.
-Give me the gun. -I'm throwing it away.
This can't happen. A politician's wife can't be seen…
Yes, um, I'll call you when I get to town.
No, it's too dangerous.
It would be used eventually.
-I've gotta go. -Give it to me.
-Let go. -Give it to me.
Hey, girls!
Give me the damn gun!
I bought tamales!
What have I done?
-Please don't be dead. -Jesus!
Christ!
Oh God. Oh my God.
-Estrella, are you-- -I'm okay.
Officer? Yes, the store is under attack.
Thanks for saving my life, my angel.
-Why are you doing with a fucking gun? -It's Famela's.
Take back your devil gun.
Yes, they have weapons.
Run, run!
Get in now!
I don't know. It's a red convertible.
Hold on. Kentucky!
Oh my God, what are you doing over there, baby?
Come here, little one. Come here.
That's it, sweetheart.
Nobody touches my gun again.
Forget what happened. It stays here.
You got that?
Oh, cheer up, girls. I survived, didn't I?
Fortunately, shorty here saved me.
Does anyone want a little tamale for their nerves?
-Yeah, give me one. -Pass me one.
Well, hello there.
Estrella, nice to meet you.
Let me say goodbye quick. I'm late for my audition.
Oh, I need to stretch.
-Bye. -Break a leg.
Hey, here. Take the tamales with you.
My little angel.
Good luck with your audition.
Bye.
Mm.
I'm exhausted. Maybe we should just call it a night.
What do you mean?
I can sleep when I'm dead.
God damn, Marilú.
You have such a little waist in that dress. I hate you.
I promise I can barely breathe in this thing.
-Say hello. -To my little friend.
Oh!
-Hello. -Hello.
You bitches ready to take this town by storm?
Yes!
Hey, this would be a perfect moment for some slow motion.
-What? -Wait, what slow motion?
Like in the movies.
I'd film this moment like this in slow motion.
-Oh, Patty. -Ready now. Lights, camera, action.
Patricia, you okay?
There goes the other one.
Whoa. You've gotta try it. It's amazing.
Oh no.
Go.
Sass.
You good?
Oh!
-All of a sudden it really hurts in-- -Ow, my tummy. Ah, my tummy!
Fucking tamales.
And now for a report on the criminal organization
associated with crimes such as drug dealing and arms trafficking.
This network ruthless human traffickers is led by a man they call El Gavilán.
Oh God. I even managed to get puke under my titties.
-Come here a sec. -So gross.
Does it still smell?
Oh yeah. A little bit.
Yuck.
Did you imagine your life would turn out this way?
Yeah.
It's much better than I imagined, actually.
I can't believe we have a chicken.
I can't believe we have a gun either.
The chicken is the trip's mascot.
Ramiro's gonna crack up when you tell him.
Or he might just be upset with me because before I left for the trip,
he said he wanted us to spend more time alone before having kids
because I spent all my time with my mom.
Mm, well, that's true.
-No-- -Yes, it is.
I mean, you spent your honeymoon with your mom.
Please. She just got carried away.
All the alcohol that woman drank, it's no wonder.
I guess I mean, do you ever imagine
what would've happened if you'd made other decision?
For example, if I had married Antonio.
When I see him, I want to ask him what happened.
Why did you disappear like that?
-But you know… -I'm so nervous.
You don't have to see him if you don't want.
I mean, Antonio is not the point.
But he kind of is the point because when José pisses me off,
all I can I think is,
"If you only knew about the hunk I used to be with."
-Your husband is your priority. -He keeps saying I'm bossy.
And that he feels used.
I'm sorry, but I agree.
You are bossy.
-That's why you're not pregnant. -Mm.
Because your testosterone is way up here.
Twenty years ago, I got married to José.
We thought it was happily ever after.
Remember how he used to sing those songs for me?
Horrible songs.
Yes, they were horrible, but I was his princess.
I swear, I can't give up control.
I mean, if I have to hang a painting, I hang it myself.
-I don't wait for him to hang it. -No, Famela, no.
If you have to hang a picture, you tell him,
"Baby, darling,
I need some help over here."
-Oh God. -Look him in the eye and tell him,
"Oh, it's just I go crazy when you drive that nail in."
-"With that hammer." -"Oh, hammer."
"Because I'm so helpless, so useless and fragile."
"Super fragile like Mario's princess."
-"Help me, protect me." -"Help."
"Protect me. Protect me, you bastard."
-Oh. -I mean…
Being feminine doesn't necessarily mean being fragile.
There's plenty of other women like me.
-And that's fine. -Mm-hm.
I was his princess then.
And now I'm the housewife, the mother, the nanny.
The nurse, the cook.
Okay, then tell me who you are when you're not being any of them.
I don't know, uh, it's crazy.
I don't know.
Then why are you waiting for your husband to define you?
Sure, what he gave you was what made you feel alive,
But I wanna know is… what you give you.
Then how are you going to make him feel like your hero, your king?
Okay, but why would I want him to be my king?
-Mm. -So he can be king of everyone?
Like Esteban?
No, thank you.
It was comedy. You made it drama.
I'm sorry, but how many times has he cheated on you, Paty?
Four…
and a half.
Mm. And you're still getting implants.
That's what makes me so angry for us women.
That we have to accept men as they come, the full package.
Beer bellies, bald head, hairy legs, no money,
We, on the other hand…
Well, society, both men and women, which is the fucked up thing.
Yeah, it's rough.
We all force ourselves to look spectacular for them.
That's why you are getting these new boobs that you really don't need.
What you need to do is leave him. Sorry, I said it.
And you don't want somebody to cuddle up with every night?
-Get married? -Oh, no.
No, no, no, no. Listen, I have plenty of people to cuddle me.
I'm being serious.
Don't you think it's time you… you grew up as a woman?
I do love him, and I do believe that he can change.
Oh, Paty, this isn't a movie.
And if it were the movie of your life,
would you like to be the main character or the background extra?
Because that's what you're being right now.
And what am I gonna do?
-What are you gonna do? -Mm-hm.
You are an amazing writer.
There's more to being a woman than marriage and children.
I've made my choice.
You grow up, Mari.
It takes mature grapes to make wine.
Or pineapple for tepache.
Hey, I'm thirsty. Do you want something?
-Mm-hm. -Huh?
Hey, where did this suitcase come from?
Is it yours?
Wait, wasn't that one Lola's?
Hm.
-No, we can't open it. -Sure, we can.
It's in our room. It's ours now.
Oh God.
All right.
-Oh my God. -Oh, wow.
-Now that looks fun. -Hello.
Let's see.
Don't you know what that's for? Drop it. Ugh.
What does this do?
Hey, wait a sec. Take a look at this.
What is it?
-Oh, let me see. -Open it. Open it.
What is this for?
Hit "play".
I need girls.
How many do you need?
Eight.
Ten thousand bucks a piece.
You like it?
Lola brought some tamales.
-They're great. -Mm-hm. I can tell.
You're chewing right in my ear. I can barely think.
Five thousand bucks up front, so you guys know I'm serious.
Okay.
Anything for El Gavilán, right?
-Where do we meet? -Right here.
Two days from now.
Ask for The Godfather.
FIESTA AMERICANA RESERVE
I just reserved the hotel!
Are you all right?
You said you could do this.
We're gonna need a jack.
Exactly. He could change the tire.
She means the tool, dummy.
And we don't have either one.
Of course, there's the other option.
Which is?
-I don't think this is gonna work. -Somebody's coming.
-Here comes a car. -Excuse me, sir. Sir, please.
-Help us. Help us, please. -Stop!
-I told you so. -It's been two hours.
-Stay out of the road. -Paty, come here.
-Estrella, Paty. -Woo!
Get out of the way.
Come on, you guys. It's coming fast.
You're gonna get hit.
-It stopped! -Please, please help us.
What did I tell you?
-I can't believe it. -This is great.
Which way are you headed?
-We're headed to Mérida too. -Oh, really?
-Business. -What a coincidence.
-Lucky. -And the chicken?
Oh, we found him.
You'll never believe what happened to us, so after I--
-Looks like the tire is all fixed, right? -Yeah, good as new.
-Really great. -Easy-peasy. Happy to help.
-We'll just be on our way. -Thank you very much.
So nice. How much should we tip, do you think?
-Please, don't worry about it. -Please, it's for you.
There's no need for tips
because we were just gonna take you with us anyway.
-Oh my God. -No, no.
-Relax. -Right, Gavilán?
No, Tuerto.
These ladies are much older than you think.
Look at them.
What? Forties?
-Um… Thirties. -Yeah.
-Ah. -You're right, Gavilán.
Up close, they look a little ancient.
-Yes. Nothing. -We won't get shit for 'em.
-Did you say we look ancient? -Are you kidnapping us?
No.
Is that because we look too old?
What are you gonna do then?
Well, nothing. Apparently, we look like dinosaurs.
-Shh, shh, shh, shh. -Shut the fuck up.
Easy. That's enough.
What are we gonna do with them, Gavilán?
Well…
El Gavilán never misses an opportunity when it presents itself.
Mm.
My blood sugar is getting high.
So is mine with all you sweeties here.
Boss, what do we do with this?
What are you doing? Put it down.
Can we get anything for it? Looks expensive.
Put it down!
Get your hands off my mother, you bastard!
Oh, it's your mommy.
I swear, if you do this, you're fucked.
I like my women
rebellious.
Do you want a cigarette?
Open up that mouth.
-Just do it. -Open your little mouth.
Just open your mouth.
-These guys are mental. -Shh, shh.
Oh, Famela.
Your mommy is in good hands. Don't worry, sweetheart.
Goodbye, my queens.
I'm gonna make you regret this!
Oh my God. Famela.
I got you now.
Goddamn son of a bitch!
BEING REBELLIOUS
You've just messed with the devil, motherfucker!
Marilú, say something!
-No, no, no! -Please, Famela!
Slow down the car!
Give me back my mother, you bastard!
Look, Tuerto, she can't live without me.
Do you want a little kiss, you motherfucker?
-No, no, no! -No, no, no!
You devil spawn, you picked the wrong day to mess with my mother!
.
Marilú, say something to her, please.
Please, I'm not ready to die.
She's a rebel, Tuerto.
Forgive me, Corcholata.
Famela, please!
What just happened?
No, no. She's got the gun. What are you thinking?
-Drop the gun! -That's not Famela!
Crazy, you are crazy!
Go back to the shithole you crawled out of, you fucker!
I enjoy being insulted.
But not by you.
Bon voyage, my little queens!
We're going to die.
Lean forward. Everyone, lean forward.
You have to lean forward as much as you can.
Don't move. Don't breathe.
-Estrella! -It wasn't me.
No, sorry, it was me.
Just came out because I'm really scared right now.
Okay. Listen to me.
We're gonna get out one by one.
-Ah, me first! -I'm second!
-Everyone, stop fucking moving. -I don't wanna die.
-Go, Paty. Go, go, go. Slowly. -I'll go. I'll go.
Oh, there it is. That's it.
-Slowly, Patricia. -I'm going as slow as I can.
-Careful. Go slow. -Holy Mary, Mother of God.
Pray for us now at the hour…
Help! My leg is stuck, and I can't get it through.
Oh no, this is just… This is horrible.
Hurry up!
-Hurry up. -I'm trying. I can't.
Oh God, I don't wanna…
I got you! I got you! Don't worry. I got you.
Estrella!
Hey, not to scare anyone, but if you fall, you're dead for sure.
Thank you, Patricia.
Come here. Come on, Marilú, come.
-Come on. Come on, Marilú. -Come.
Marilú, come on.
Go, Marilú!
Oh God!
Go on, Marilú.
Holy Mary, Mother of God…
…at the time of our death.
Amen. You're so close, Marilú. A little further.
Oh my God. Thank God.
-Estrella. -Come, Estrella.
I'm seeing the whole movie of my life flash before my eyes
and I wanna say how very, very much I love you.
Estrella, get out before I send us both over the edge!
-Come on, you're so close. Take my hand. -Little by little. Just little by little.
Lean forward. Lean forward.
Oh yes!
Oh!
Famela, Famela. Come on.
-Famela, look me in the eye. -You're doing great.
Come out to us.
Think of your children, your future children. Come on, Famela.
Come on, girl. Come on.
Come on. Come on. That's it.
-Please, Mommy, help me. -Yes.
Yes, come on. Hold the car.
That's it. Come here. Just a little further.
Give me your hand just like that. That's it.
Yes! Come on!
Kentucky!
Okay, come here.
Come here.
Come, come. Come on.
Come on. Come to mama.
Come on, Ken. Yes.
That's it, baby. Come on.
Come here.
My baby!
Come on. Yes.
Come to your aunties, baby.
Yes!
Corcholata, no!
You think if I call the insurance company right now, they can still save it?
I thought it would explode.
No, that only something that happens in movies.
Your mommy issues destroyed the longest relationship I've ever had.
Poor Corcholata.
Why did I even come along for this?
It's all been downhill since Estrella hit that branch.
What's so funny about that? Huh?
It's an adventure. Just look at it.
Hey, look, here comes a truck.
A truck. Excuse me. Hello, pull over.
Hey, come help out four women and a chicken.
-Guys, we've been though enough. -Excuse me.
-They aren't going to stop. -Please, sir. Hey!
Famela. Famela!
Where's your compassion?
Nobody's going to stop, are they?
Patricia, you're crazy, girl.
You know what?
I'm going to put a scene just like this
in my first book.
And what's it about?
About four women…
Listen to this.
Four women who discover their true selves
while on a road trip.
That's the opposite of us. We're completely lost, Paty.
No. Sometimes you have to get lost to find out who you are.
Calm down, Paulo Coelho.
-Hey! -Hey!
Yes!
Do you think they'll give us a lift?
Yes!
Welcome!
-Can you give us a ride? -Come on in.
And we thought it would be fun to go there together on a road trip.
-Road trip. -Uh-huh.
Road trip? Nice trip.
-But they got mugged, Joy. -This freaking smoke.
That sounds like a bad trip.
This is Joy, my partner.
And I am Nala.
You… I sense your root chakra is super misaligned.
Your yin and yang are out of balance, huh?
-Wow, you got that one right. -You…
You wear extensions.
But for whom?
"Got that one right."
-Any chance you're headed to-- -Do me next. Do me.
You…
Who are you?
-No, she's good, right? -She's good.
Shit. Shit! Man, the police are here.
Stop. Someone help me.
Relax, everybody. Stay cool.
Dispatch, can you run a plate for me?
VNB 0143.
Copy that, officer…
-Good afternoon, officer. -Good afternoon.
Victor, Nike, Bravo, Oscar, 1, 4, 3.
-Is this your vehicle? -Yes, officer.
License and registration.
My hair was a little bit shorter then.
Is that Bobby?
What's he doing here?
-Close it. -I'm just gonna…
Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.
Officer Roberto Martínez.
Estrella!
-Hi. -Hey, Bobby.
Hey, ladies.
What are you doing here, Bobby?
Uh, I'm on a mission.
I mean, the mission is secret. I can't talk too much about it, but…
Hey, if you're looking for drugs, these guys are super clean.
They're vegan. They're gluten-free. Nothing to see.
Yeah, I can tell.
I'm going in.
Tinder or Bumble?
-Estrella, you know you're a bit… -Slutty?
No.
Direct.
All units, Code 2-11 in the San Miguel neighborhood.
Repeat. All units, 2-11.
-Copy that. -Report immediately.
On my way.
Well…
I gotta go.
Be careful.
You're Bumble. Yeah, huh?
All the gentlemen are on Bumble.
Mm-hm. Mm.
Okay, guys, you're free to go,
but please sober up before you hit the road.
Oh, feels like our connection is almost…
-Cosmic. Huh? -Cosmic.
Mm. I know. I know, yeah.
And how long have you been together?
Seven, I think.
Maybe nine.
Years?
Lives.
Wow.
How have you lasted so long?
You must accept your partner as they are.
-The problem is always expectations. -Expectations.
You expect him to do something,
and if he doesn't do it, you feel unhappy.
When it's we who should be in charge of our own happiness.
I'm not on this Earth to rescue Nala.
Nor am I to compliment you.
Oh, that's so romantic, you.
This is so good, Nala.
Mushroom soup is my favorite.
It's not just any mushrooms.
-They're magic. -What?
Woo!
Sorry, what?
Did she--
Ladies and gentlemen, your flight is about to begin.
If you would please fasten your seatbelts.
Seats in the upright position!
Make sure your tray is folded up.
Because we're gonna be flying at 10,000 feet.
Just remember that on this flight, smoking is allowed.
GETTING HIGH
Kentucky. Good boy.
Whoa!
Famelita!
Famela, come in!
Mommy?
-I'm here. -Mommy?
Come here.
It can't be.
The Holy Virgin!
Holy Virgin, what do you want from your servant?
What do you require?
Enlighten me.
My husband is unfaithful to me,
and I don't know what to do.
Leave him the same way I left José.
Hm?
José is an asshole.
The Virgin divorced Joseph, and now look at her!
She's so happy!
Mommy!
Hi.
Ramiro, why are you dressed up in my mom's clothes?
Because I am your mom, honey.
Oh, okay.
Famela, you have to let me go, princess.
But I still miss you so much.
You look so much like me.
We're identical.
I understand, my child.
If I found out José cheated on me,
I'd kill him.
I would take Famela's gun and…
boom.
Boom.
That's a great idea.
-This is your womb, and these are-- -They're my eggs!
-Mommy! -Go get them.
I'm going to get my eggs, Mom.
Mommy.
Did you hear what the Virgin said?
-That's not the Virgin. It's Marilú. -I'm serious. Look, it's the Vir--
Oh, Marilú, what are you doing?
Go to Antonio Posadas.
It's so obvious.
-Yes, isn't it? -It's so easy.
Where are you, my Antonio?
Our Antonio.
Yours and mine.
-He belongs to us both. -To us both. I love you.
You don't believe me, huh?
What?
Because Antonio Posadas sent you so many emails.
And I…
I saw. I selected them all.
Click, click, click, click.
I knew what your password was.
That's why you never heard from him again.
How do you come up with this stuff?
She's serious.
-She's serious? -Yes, she's serious.
Did you really do that?
Exactly, Mari.
And why the hell would you do that, you big, fat warthog?
Oh, Marilú, that's good.
Fight like a warrior, Mari.
Oh!
HEIGHT - 160 CM, ENERGY - 100% WEAPON - GAMMA RAYS
HEIGHT - 162 CM ENERGY -100% WEAPON - X-RAYS
Round one. Fight.
-Hame kame ha! -Hame kame ha!
Ha!
My eggs!
Oh, yuck! Get off.
-Please just let me explain, Mari. -Shut up.
Have you seen my left shoe?
I was wearing it.
On my foot.
Chilaquiles.
Oh, me, me, me! I want some chilaquiles! Look at me.
Have some chilaquiles, Paty.
They're really good.
Thank you, Joy.
You should be giving thanks to the chicken you brought.
Um, chicken?
Spit it, you monsters! It's Kentucky!
Kentucky, you were my only pet.
From dust to dust.
I will always carry you here in my heart.
And in my stomach.
Shut up, you big warthog.
That's enough. What's wrong with you? It's a funeral.
Does anyone else want to speak?
Me, I have something to say.
Yeah.
Life can be bitter or sweet.
It can be short or long.
For the one who enjoys it, it's short.
For the one who suffers, it's long.
The death of Oklahoma is…
Kentucky.
It shows how friendship is a legacy, right?
It's a symbol of unity
of our fathers,
of our brothers.
We promise you to always be faithful
-to the principles of freedom and justice. -Of freedom and justice.
-Which make our homeland… -Which make our homeland.
-…an independent nation… -An independent nation.
…humane and generous,
to which we give our existence.
Attention! Hut!
Okay, cool.
Look, Estrella, the Corcholata.
Paty, don't mess with the Corcholata.
HUNAB K'U PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC
Hey! Hey! Stop!
What happened? Paty, what did you do?
-I stole the implants. -No.
-You don't even need them. -Come on.
-I'm gonna try them on. -Go.
Let's go.
My guys found the car crashed in a ravine.
-And the girls? -Not a trace.
-Is mom okay? -I don't think so.
Shut up, Carlos.
-Look at their car. -This isn't a joke.
I'm serious. Stop it.
Sonia.
Your wife has been seen in a hospital in Mérida.
Paty's on a security cam in a hospital in Mérida.
-Sorry? Stealing titties? -What?
-From where? I don't understand. -They're going to Cancún.
They're going to scatter my mother-in-law's ashes.
And how do you know this?
Famela told me before she left.
All this time, you knew where they were going?
She told me not to tell anyone.
-You're obedient, aren't you? -Is that true?
Right here, shaman.
This is it, girls.
-Bye. -Thank you.
We added you on Instagram.
-Thank you. -Stay in touch.
-Okay, bye. -Thank you.
-Bye! -Thanks for the clothes, Nala.
Bye, Nala. Bye, Joy.
-Bye. -Namaste!
Kentucky shall protect us!
Can you explain what we're doing in Valladolid?
-I'm going to rescue my mom. -What's that?
No shit!
Famela, you're crazy.
-Take us there. Now. -No, I can't. I'm sorry, I can't.
-Marilú, stop her. Not again. -Don't go back there.
-What are you-- -Get in.
Don't you pop anything. The flamingo is expensive.
-What are we doing? -Get in.
Famela.
-Okay. Go, go, go. Let's move it. -Goddammit.
What's your plan, Famela? Blow up the place?
Are you sure about this?
Yes, I am. You stop questioning me.
-Let me in. I'm gonna puke. -You good?
This is the fucking tamales you gave us.
-Sorry, Godfather, the girls got sick. -Look.
You promised me girls for El Gavilán.
I don't know where you have to get them,
but you're gonna get them.
Otherwise, you and I are both dead.
You have an hour.
-Where the hell am I gonna get-- -Hey.
-Don't touch me. -Don't touch her.
-Guys, there's still time. -Where is he hiding?
-We're already here. -Do we have a plan or…
Don't touch her.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Ah, girls, what are you doing here?
Lola?
My guardian angel!
A better question is, why are you here?
-Yes, that's a coincidence, right? -Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Because we ran into her
just before we were assaulted on the road, remember?
Yes.
So that's it. You must have tipped them off.
You told El Gavilán we were coming.
El Gavilán?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
You crossed paths with El Gavilán?
This is El Gavilán.
He's a notorious arms dealer and human trafficker.
His network spreads throughout the entire southeast of the country.
I'm part of a secret operation coordinated with the DEA.
My objective: to catch men like El Gavilán.
Let me introduce myself again.
My name is Rosa María Betsabé Ximena Hernández de la Garza y Garza.
But my colleagues call me Lola.
Commander Lola.
Whoa.
-El Gavilán is accused of robbery… -What?
…arms trafficking, and worst of all, kidnapping young girls
who are never seen again.
Oh my God.
I'm here because El Gavilán is coming to the show tonight.
I recruited some women to distract him by dancing, but they got sick.
COVID?
Diarrhea. Gas station tamales.
-Oh, no. Those are the worst. -Those fucked us up too.
-Oh my God. That was awful. -Real bad.
There must be something we can do.
I mean, we've all met this guy before, right?
What?
No. No way.
Come on, what's your idea?
Well you could dress up as strippers yourselves.
Whoa!
You mean us?
-Oh, no. That's crazy. -Seriously?
-Us. -Why not?
Did I mention
there was a five million-dollar reward for his capture?
Five million dollars?
Without dancers, I have to cancel the show.
And without the show, we lose El Gavilán.
You know, I did take pole dancing lessons.
But hold on, isn't this guy super, hyper, mega dangerous?
There is a risk.
But if we can pull this off, we'll put a stop to him forever.
Yeah, but we could get killed.
Murdered.
I would do anything to take that bastard down.
The commander did save your life.
DON'T OVERTHINK IT
All right, then.
How slutty do you want us to be?
DO A STRIPTEASE
What do you think?
Here, come with me. Your table is ready.
That's Tuerto on the right.
El Gavilán is behind him. Ready?
Let's get him.
Stand your ass up,
or I'll turn it into Swiss cheese.
I was hoping I'd see you again, little rebel.
Be a good boy, Gavilán.
-How you doin', boss? -Great.
-Hey. -Are you taking off?
-Your gun's so big. -Where's your office?
-Want anything to drink? -Hello.
Say a word, and I'll shoot you.
Keep quiet and walk, asshole.
Drink with us.
Ladies, yeah.
Tell me where you're keeping my mom, you bastard.
You're fucked now, Gavilán.
I'd advise you to stop this little game now
and to go back to where you came from.
-Now what do we do, Lola? -We get him out of here.
-What? How? -Just find the ashes.
I'll look get the others.
Are you seriously on Tinder right now?
What are you doing?
-Just one little wad of bills. -Hey!
Estrella, you need to put it down.
-Okay, I'm doing it. -Put it down.
Right now. Drop it!
There. Are you happy?
Not just stealing boyfriends anymore?
You were never gonna marry him.
How do you know?
They were my emails from my boyfriend,
which you deleted because you liked him.
Antonio was wrong for you, Marilú.
Oh, is that what you think?
I still regret breaking up.
Why did you guys break up?
A stupid fight.
I got jealous of his best friend, Teresa.
But I never heard from him again because this Judas blocked him.
It's because he hit on me, okay?
Hm?
What?
Oh!
No, he didn't, you liar.
The asshole tried to kiss me one time.
And obviously, I couldn't tell you.
-Because you'd think it was bullshit. -Obviously.
Okay, how about we discuss this some other time, yeah?
And then I found out
that he was cheating on you with Teresa.
Why didn't you say anything?
Because you wouldn't have believed me.
I couldn't let you marry him.
I'm sorry, Marilú.
And why wouldn't I believe my best friend, you big dummy?
Well, look at that.
What a tender display.
The mop head has a heart after all.
I can see crocodile tears flowing,
like the eyes of some feathered serpent.
Don't mess with my friends, you dick-faced asshole.
You fucking bastard!
Oh my!
That's right, bitch. Hell yeah!
You, turn off that cell phone right now!
And you, you tell me where my mother is,
or I'll blow your fucking brains out, asshole.
We have your mother in my safe.
You better drop the gun if you wanna save your friend.
Perhaps you know each other.
I said drop your guns now!
I'm sorry.
They got Paty.
Untie him, Famela.
All right, hurry up. Get over here.
Back to back.
That's it. That's a good girl.
How tragic that things have come to this.
But I'm afraid now I'll have to kill you all.
Please, no, don't.
I'm warning you my husband knows the president.
That makes two of us.
Dear Lord, please…
…Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Dear Lord, please watch over us.
Things could have been so beautiful between us.
Goddammit, will somebody turn off that fucking cell phone?
Where?
Here it is.
Bumble.
Oh my goodness.
What does this gentleman have to say?
"You should ask El Gavilán who made Tuerto one-eyed."
Police! Drop your weapons.
Split up in two groups!
Move! Move!
Two guys on your right.
Bobby, gun!
Heads up. To the left. Go.
We're clear here. Go forward.
Clear!
Paty, my mother is in the safe.
Estrella! Estrella!
The guns!
What?
Come on!
Come out. You're surrounded!
Grab a gun!
-I got one. -Now go shoot.
No.
Then give me one.
You go left, Lola.
Oh, the safe. Right, the safe.
Gavilán. Try.
G is four. A is three. V is eight.
Over on the right. You guys to the left, go.
Come on, throw me the gun.
Throw as far as you can!
Sorry.
Get another one.
There's another safe. Okay.
Come on out if you're on the rebels' side.
Move, move.
Okay. No, no.
Paty, over here.
Famela, I got her.
It's mine.
Hey! Asshole!
Hey, there you are.
Hey, what the hell?
Give me back my mother, asshole!
Let her go!
Throw it hard! Hurry!
-Come on. Come on. -Sorry.
Oh, do you want to play?
Ha!
I want my mom back, you bastard!
-Estrella. -I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Hey, you!
Yeah!
No!
No, no, no, no!
Ladies.
We're coming to help you.
Who is the weaker sex now, bitch?
Hm.
Let go of my mother!
Looking for this?
Oh, you're a badass, huh?
If you shoot, I'll drop these.
I'll drop these.
No, Marilú. No, no.
No, Marilú. Stop it.
Marilú.
Don't you move.
-Ah, now say goodbye to mama. -No!
Oh!
No!
Blessed art thou among women…
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Where you going, you dirty bird?
Okay, take it easy, princess.
We're queens, you asshole.
Yeah. Queens, bitch.
We got nothing on this end. All clear.
-Deputy. -Esteban.
-Future governor. -Good to see you.
Thank you very much for your help and discretion.
Always a pleasure.
Dad, I'm starving.
These brave strippers helped organize a sting operation
against El Gavilán alongside Commander Jiménez…
Hey, excuse me, can you turn it up?
It was all thanks to them.
I want to say something.
Just please.
It's true that I'm married to candidate Esteban Sosa.
And if he's watching, I wanna say he can fuck off to hell.
Don't vote for him.
Because everything about the man is a lie.
That's all.
These are strippers against drug trafficking.
…TELLS CANDIDATE TO F*** OFF: "EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS A LIE"
So what came out when my boob exploded is called hyaluronic acid.
If you get it in your eyes, it'll burn like hell.
Clear the area.
Hey, there.
My Star.
Thank you.
Without your message, we never would've caught these guys.
Just a thank you?
Marilú, I can't believe
you still wanna see Antonio Posadas after everything.
We've come this far, haven't we?
I have to make peace with this once and for all.
I'm dying of curiosity.
Right there.
-Come on, girls. -Let's go, girls!
-This way. Please follow me. -Yeah.
Go, go.
Absolutely…
CONFESS MY LOVE TO ANTONIO POSADAS
What happened?
It's not about Antonio Posadas.
I have nothing to say to him.
It's about… me.
About choosing myself.
Patricia!
Would you care to explain?
No.
I want a divorce.
You're not getting anything.
I don't need anything you have.
I can do it alone.
In fact, take your shit back.
Starting with this.
And these.
None of it makes me any more or less of a woman.
You okay?
Long live love!
I love you, Marilú!
Where have you been?
How romantic!
-Where did you go? -You're never gonna believe everything.
I'll tell you later.
-But first, I wanna make you a proposal. -Uh-huh.
What do you say we forget all about the plans we made,
and go travel?
Are you sure?
I am who I am
That's not gonna change.
But I can give up my need to control it all.
It's up to you.
Just no cruises, please.
-Or train rides because-- -Shh.
Estrella?
It's Antonio. Remember me?
Yeah, but no, thank you.
No, doesn't remember.
Marilú,
I promise never to forget something so important.
And I promise to be closer to the children, to you.
I just want to make you happy.
I can take care of my own happiness.
But this dynamic has to change, José.
We'll have to start making this work together.
As a team.
If that works for you,
then I'd say we have a pretty good chance.
Yeah.
-That works for you? -Yes, that works for me.
I love you.
I love you too.
GOING TO THE BEACH
Oh no.
It's okay. Keep going like nothing happened.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Mommy…
I'm finally letting you go.
Oh my God. I'm so sorry.
We're terrible.
We… we made it, right?
Oh, thank you, guys.
Thank you so much.
Thank you all for the greatest adventure of our entire lives.
See? Not so bad to get lost and find yourself again.
Yeah. I'm feeling very…
…very, very me.
This is me.
I love you guys.
-Me too. -So do I.
So do I.
A YEAR LATER…
With us tonight, Paty, Estrella, Famela, and Marilú.
Hi.
Congrats on your book.
It is a massive hit, Paty.
Yes, yes, Fuga de reinas.
Incredible, ladies. And I also heard the book's gonna be turned into a movie.
-Is that right? -Yes, for Netflix.
And I'm going to be played by someone very famous.
Now, ladies, this is your moment.
What would you like to share to all the women out here in the world
to inspire them?
Be the lead of your own story.
-Yes! -Yes!
Yeah, also, my water broke.
-What? -Your water broke now?
-My water just broke. Yes, right now. -Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
-Oh my God, we are so sorry. -It's okay. Right now?
-Thank you. We have to go. -We are so sorry.
Queens on the Run, everyone.
There they go, I'm assuming, off to their next adventure.