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(playing: "One Way Or Another")
The only impossible thing is that which you do not try.
People blame luck,
fate, karma... no offense.
- (scoff) - (laughter)
But no, no.
It's their mind playing tricks on them,
leading them to a mediocre attitude.
("One Way Or Another" continues)
If there's a will, there's a way.
The mind controls absolutely everything.
So, according to you, I don't have a will.
I go to every damn casting in Mexico
and I don't get any parts.
- Not enough will power. - I'm telling you
they're the ones that don't want me.
You don't want it enough. (roars)
- No, no roar. - (laughter)
You're full of shit and you know it, dude.
Just because you want something
it doesn't mean you're going to get it.
Not everything you want in this life is going to happen.
- No? - No.
No, some things are out of your control.
If she says so...
- (disapproving sigh) - That's why her life's
what it is.
("One Way Or Another" continues)
I always get what I want
because I send out the right signal.
- (mouth click) - (imitates mouth click)
- Signal... - This guy here has Wi-Fi.
(laughter)
Go on, dude. Prove it.
Dare I?
Next round on me if he doesn't strike out.
(fairytale music)
(music stops)
Oh, shit! I'm so sorry. I spilled all your beer.
No, no, no, no, fine. I mean, it's fine.
- I'm fine, I'm fine. - Fuck, for a minute there
I thought I'd had to get you another drink or something.
No, no, no, don't worry about it.
Oh, shit, you were going to hit on her.
- No! - Sure...
Yes, but just because I wanted
to prove the importance of will power.
- Shut up! - What?
I just told my friends the same thing.
- No way. - For real!
And they told me: "Alright, prove it,"
- and I chose you. - Me?
Come on, throw me a bone, please.
I don't want to pay for their drinks.
Plus, my flirting technique is infallible.
Your flirting technique...
Alright, let's see it.
Check it out, OK. Look.
First, I lower my chin,
and then,
(ethereal voice) I open up my lips a little bit,
then I look up,
like I'm dazzled and...
(muffled sounds)
Woof!
There, let me buy you a drink, a good one.
Beer is boring, no.
Come.
Sir!
- Sir! - No, no, you know what?
I hate it here, I'm in a hurry
and I need something much better.
- Let's go! - We can stay here, right?
No. You know what?
I want to have an incredible night. You know?
Fuck someone's brains out
and never see them again.
Do you want to?
Are you scared?
Scared?
I don't know what you mean.
Let's go!
Hey, wait, wait, wait.
What about your friends?
I've never met those girls in my life.
(music)
friend: Who's going to pay?
Wait a minute.
Run, I just stole it.
Wait. You ride a bike?
Hey! Hey!
(music continues)
You do know how to drive, right?
What do you think?
I hope so.
(playing: "Bounties")
man: I wasn't expecting this.
- Really? - No, this I did, just not here.
- Why? - It's going to be
a bit expensive.
Hi!
room clerk: What can I do for you?
SERGIO AND CELIA WELCOME
- man: Eh... - Nothing, thanks
(upbeat music)
Follow my lead, OK?
Do I have a choice?
(scoffing) No.
No. Oh no, sir, no, no way.
My cousin, Celia, is going to kill me.
Can you let us in, please?
man 2: Sure, what's your name?
Sir, you don't know my cousin.
You know my cousin! Tell him how she is!
- Yeah. - I mean, since we were babies
she said that if I missed her wedding she'd die.
And now look at how I'm dressed and...
Aztiazarran.
(music continues)
man 2: Huh... Yes, yes...
Here you are.
Welcome! Come on in.
Come on in...
(music continues)
- Holy shit. - I love it.
Wait, wait.
What are we going to do?
What you do at weddings, drink.
Oh my, you look gorgeous.
Darling! You too!
Beautiful! Beautiful!
I haven't seen you in ages, how you've been?
Hello! Hi, I'm the bride's cousin.
Me too.
So? A toast to the happy couple, right?
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Do you know you're insane?
I've been told.
(clinking of glasses)
man 3: Hello, to those who don't know me,
I'm the groom's best friend
and I'm in charge of saying a few words.
(silence)
I wish you a happy marriage, cheers!
- (applause) - all: Cheers!
You're kidding!
Is that all he's going to say?
Hell no, my cousin deserves something so much better.
(clinking of glasses)
woman: I wanted to say something.
I think that...
finding love nowadays is really hard.
woman: Being with someone...
through the good...
(whispering) Who is she?
...and the ugly,
and that,
even though he's seen the worst of you...
that...
that horrible monster...
that we're all too scared to show,
and that despite of that they still love us,
(sobbing) is so wild.
And we all know how hard the bride can be...
(awkward laughter)
Here's to you always being together, dammit.
- To the bride and groom! - (cheers and shouts)
(playing: "I Love It")
("I Love It" continues)
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
What's your name?
(panting)
(sentimental music)
(panting)
Now is when you tell me
how pretty I am and how much you like me.
I have really weird feelings when I see you.
I like you,
but you scare the shit out of me.
Go on.
The cheesier you are, the hotter I get.
I don't want this night to end.
(woman moans)
(music stops)
man: It suits you.
Let's see.
- Well? - It suits you too.
Oh, shit, it's so late,
I should've left hours ago.
cleaning lady: Security! We've got a 5-0-2,
- in the laundry room. - Ma'am. We're in the wrong room.
And we're not a 5-0-2, OK?
(playing: "Castígame")
- Hold on, your house or mine? - (police car siren)
You better run.
What? After you?
No, doofus, they're coming for you.
("Castígame" continues)
("Castígame" ends)
CRAZY ABOUT HER
man: I had the best fucking night of my life.
friend: Sure, dude.
You always say the same.
I swear! I've never met anybody like her.
She drove me crazy.
director: Number 120.
It's my turn,
wish me luck.
man: You don't need luck, focus.
(clears throat)
It's for getting into character.
(exasperated sigh)
Come on, go in.
friend: And what's her name?
(panting)
(ethereal voice) My name's Carla.
friend 2: Carla?
Oh, I get it now.
You fell into the "one night stand" trap.
- Of course not! - Of course you did!
- I so didn't! - Of course you did!
You don't even know who she is.
But it's all in the mind, right, Alvarito?
What are you writing, Ana? Let's see...
"How to stop being mediocre and still be likable."
- Interesting. - You asshole.
boss: More clicks, people.
We need more clicks.
Here he goes with his "clicks"
boss: Less clicks, less money.
In here the clock doesn't go: "tic, toc, tic, toc."
In here it sounds like: "click, click, click."
And if there aren't any clicks, you better find a new job.
I have an article on immigration.
No, enough with the Haitians, I'm fed up with that, enough.
I have one on feminism.
(scoffing)
Help me out here, Alvarito,
please give me something.
Two days, I promise, two days.
Ana, let's hear what you've got.
"How to tell if you're in love."
No, what are we?
A cheesy teen magazine or what?
Well, but if you give it an awesome title,
- it's a hit. - Like what?
Let's see, what are you thinking?
"Scientists from Michigan University.
Discover a method to tell if you're in love."
Ana: "Since you've met that person
you're distracted.
You had the best night of your life with her."
(playing: "One Way or Another")
Ana: "Since you've met, you can't stop smiling.
You feel that if you don't see her again,
you might die..."
(panting)
("One Way or Another" continues)
(panting)
("One Way or Another" continues)
("One Way or Another" ends)
(phone vibrating)
(exhaling)
Hello?
Yeah?
Yes! (clears throat)
Yes.
friend: Get up, man!
- No, stop it. - Dude, I got it!
I got it!
I can't believe it, we've got to celebrate.
It's not the lead, but that's OK.
Because I finally got something.
Wow! Congratulations. See?
Everything is will power. Everything.
Yeah, you were right, now get up, asshole!
Dude, we've got to celebrate.
- Come on! Get up! - I don't want to!
You still don't know anything about her, right?
I've searched everywhere.
- On Insta? - Mhm.
- Facebook? - Yes.
- Tinder? Bumble? - Yes. Yes.
- Google? - Everywhere.
Google?
You're in love.
- No. - Oh my god, dude.
You're in love.
No way, you're wrong.
It was a one night thing and that's it.
- So? - So what?
Her jacket? Did you search her jacket?
The pockets of her jacket, did you search them?
Her jacket?
Oh, come on.
Álvaro: I've already looked.
- I've looked. - Somewhere.
I told you.
Secret pocket.
Secret pocket?
Tada!
- Carla. - "Carla Colmenares Montes,
San Mateo, 1122."
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Yes, yes, yes!
Come on, let's go! Wake up already!
See? Not every answer is in the mind.
Sometimes things are in the secret pocket.
(doorbell rings)
woman: Good evening, how can I help you?
Good evening,
I'm here to see Carla Colmenares.
What is your name?
Álvaro Aguirre Serrano.
One moment.
I'm sorry, but I don't see you on the visiting list.
Visiting list?
No, no, I'm not on it.
Then you can't come inside.
Not even to say hello?
No, sir, I'm so sorry.
I have something for her.
I'm sorry, it's not allowed.
What kind of place is this?
It's a psychiatric facility, sir.
- (slams the door) - What happened?
Dude, what's wrong?
It's a psychiatric facility.
What?
Your girl's insane?
What?
Not at all. No.
There has to be a mistake.
She shouldn't be here.
(sentimental music)
I'm getting her out of here.
Excuse me?
I'm getting her out of here and you're going to help me.
- Me? No way. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Please, please! - Not happening.
I'll pay this month's full rent.
OK.
I have an idea.
You see...
I'm a journalist.
I'm writing an article.
OK.
I want to get into a psychiatric facility
so I need you to sign my prescription,
my entry, my way in.
The facility's name is Los Laureles.
(grunting)
(pen clicking)
(awkward laughter)
(phone vibrating)
- Boss? - What's up, pup?
Where are you? Where's my article?
Álvaro: I was just about to call you,
I'm going to need two or three more days.
Because I want to write about a psychiatric facility.
About what?
And I'm committing myself tomorrow.
Because I want to find out everything that goes on inside.
That's what I'm talking about committed journalists!
That experience things for themselves, dammit!
Do it!
- What did he say? - That it's fine.
"Depression,
lack of empathy,
isolation,
antisocial disorder,
stress,
anxiety."
Well, I'm surprised you hadn't done this earlier.
I'm glad you decided to do this.
For you.
Here.
That's your entry form.
Can you sign it, please?
And you're the guardian?
(awkward laughter and agreeing sigh)
Well, it's important that you know
that you have to be available in the next 48 hours.
During that time,
patients tend to have some sort of crisis
and want to leave,
so it's important that you can come.
No!
I mean, I'm going to be fine.
I'm going to be fine. Sign.
Sign.
Umm, I...
I have a question, doctor.
Let's say I can't come but someone else can.
It's just that I'm an actress
and I just got my first character, finally,
so I'm filming outside the city.
No. No, unfortunately it has to be you.
Álvaro: I'm going to be fine.
Go! How much have you fought for this?
- A lot. - You deserve this, right?
- I do. - There it is.
That's that.
Besides you know I need to be here.
So, sign.
Sign.
Sign it. (clears throat)
- Lau? - (clears throat)
You're making me do something I really don't want to.
I'm not comfortable with this,
I don't feel like me and I'm not liking it.
Sign.
OK, very well.
That's it.
Welcome.
(suspenseful music)
This way, please. Hello!
- girl: Hi! - And this is the patient's room.
Here you can come to read or if you feel like...
- Hello! - Hi!
This is Rosa, our head nurse.
What's your name?
Álvaro.
Welcome.
(whistling)
- Is everything alright? - Yes.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Come, this way, please.
doctor: This is our beautiful garden.
If you're feeling like...
I don't know, getting some fresh air,
bathing in the sun, relaxing...
man: Doctor! (clears throat)
- Doctor. - Yes?
(stammering) Hmm, I was wondering
if I could get more soap.
But we gave you some last week.
Yeah, but they suck, they don't last.
- Fine, I'll give you another. - (whistling)
(woman shouts)
- Is everything alright, Martha? - Fuck, fuck!
Fuck me, asshole!
doctor: Oh my! Likewise!
Oh, oh! Whore! Fuck yourself!
Come here, I'll show you your room.
- This way. - Martha: Octavio Paz.
doctor: Well, this is your new room.
This is your roommate.
Saúl?
Saúl: Hi.
Well, I can see a lot of companionship here.
Saúl?
Please, could you finish showing Álvaro the house?
No!
- Álvaro: No, no, it's OK. - doctor: It's a tradition
for the veteran to show the new guy, right?
Álvaro: Well, if it's a tradition,
no problem, sure.
(doctor confirms)
Are you wearing a hidden mic?
No, no, why would I have a mic?
- Let me see... - No, no!
I'm not wearing any mics, I don't have mics.
Well, I'll leave you to it.
Doctor?
Doctor!
(Saúl imitates ninja blast)
Let's go.
(whispering) Let's go!
(exhaling)
The hallway, well, small hallway.
These are the interns' rooms.
The fire extinguisher, in case of emergency.
Informative signs, half of them are lies.
Good-for-drinking water
and here's where we have group therapy.
More water, cause it's important to stay hydrated.
The patient's room, I'm sure you're familiar with it.
This is the nurse's station.
Emergency exit and the most important,
this is the reading room.
It's usually like this.
People, board games, puzzles.
(whispering) Ironic.
Computers.
The network is being monitored, just so you know.
Wait, the computer works?
(screaming) Why? Who are you spying for?
- No, no. - For who?
I'm not a spy. I'm not a spy, honestly.
I'm looking for someone, maybe you know her.
Carla.
I'm not denying or confirming I know her.
(whispering) Sometimes you think you know someone,
and it turns out they're not who you thought they were.
She's... she's her.
- Her? - Her.
Carla.
Oh, I know a Carla.
She's usually in the painting room,
on the other side of the garden.
- The other side of the garden? - Yes.
- Thank you. - Hey!
(calm music)
Saúl: Weird...
Well, tour's over.
(calm music continues)
(exhales happily)
(calm music continues)
(sighing)
Álvaro: Guess who?
(surprised sigh) Hmm...
- Carla: Pedro? - No. No.
OK, I'll give you a clue.
We spent the best fucking night of our lives together.
The best.
(Carla exhales) Diego?
No.
Efrén.
No.
Sebas?
No! Álvaro.
Hi.
Álvaro.
What are you doing here?
I needed to see you.
What?
So that's why you left.
Because you escaped from here.
Plus we got caught by the cleaning ladies,
that was fucked up.
Hold on a second.
I was clear that we were a one night thing
and that was that, didn't I?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, but... - But what?
Listen, listen, Carla, please.
You have no idea all I had to do to be here.
No, you can't imagine.
But I found this place and...
You're fucked up.
You're fucked in the head!
Me?
Wow...
Carla, what are you doing here?
You don't belong here.
Oh, you...
you think that because we fucked once you know me?
Yes! I mean, obviously not.
But you're not like everybody in here.
- Wow, wow, Carlos. - Álvaro.
You fucked a girl that wasn't me.
You don't know me!
Look...
- Get out. - Carla.
Listen...
I'm not fucking joking! Get out!
(Álvaro sighing)
I can't believe this.
(frustrated sigh)
(tense music)
Have a good day!
- (whistling) - Is he leaving already?
He believes he is.
Hello.
Can I have my things, please? I have to leave now.
receptionist: Do you have your release form?
Please. I don't need a release form, I'm fine.
receptionist: You need a release form to get out.
Look, lady...
I'm not in the mood.
Either you give me my things or I'll take them. How's that?
receptionist: Rosa, I need backup.
Saúl: They won't let you out without a release form.
Thingamajig, fuck!
Oh, don't leave us. Stay.
Rosa: Álvaro, what's going on?
Nurse, I shouldn't be here.
Can you tell this lady to give me back my things, please?
Only the Director can give you...
I'm fine!
(metallic hit)
doctor: Álvaro, you wanted to get in yourself.
Mhm.
You signed a document.
I lied, I made everything up.
It's amazing how you can't tell
between someone who is fine
and someone who is messed up.
Look, doctor, I want out, now!
Of course you can leave.
Perfect.
I just need your guardian to come.
Call her.
(whispering) Hands up!
(phone ringing)
Hands up!
voicemail: The number you are trying to reach...
- She's not picking up. - Álvaro: No, no, no, please!
Try again. No one answers on the first try.
No one.
Please.
(phone dialing)
(phone ringing)
Who's this?
Álvaro: Lau? Laura, get me out of here!
Laura, get me out!
Álvaro, please.
Calm yourself.
Hello, yes, Laura, I'm Doctor Martinez.
We need you down at the facility.
No. No. No! No, doctor, hell no.
I'm about to arrive to my filming location
and I'm very far away.
No.
(soft crying)
Saúl: What's wrong?
I know you think we're all messed up, insane people,
but crazy people are not deaf.
We listen.
We're good listeners.
What's wrong?
(sighing)
I have to get out of here.
Well, you'll eventually get your release form and you'll get out.
No, you don't get it. This is a mistake,
I'm not supposed to be here.
(soft laugh) Yeah, that's what we all say.
I have to get out now.
- Now? - Now.
OK.
You know what? Let's go.
Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(Saúl laughs)
Saúl: As you can see, it's perfectly secured.
But "The Grasshopper" left us this key.
(Saúl laughs) Here.
Here, here.
(music continues)
(Álvaro laughs)
(grunting and excited noises)
(shared laughter)
A three-story free fall.
Till now, the only one that's made it
is Gonzalo "the Grasshopper" Nava.
A legend. A legend.
And the so-called Gonzalo, what?
Did he die?
No, no!
But he did break both legs.
He had to crawl to his house.
A legend I tell you.
A legend.
Álvaro: I'm aiming for those trash bags.
Good idea,
"the Grasshopper" said the same thing
and he broke both his legs.
No, you better not.
Statistically speaking you have no chance...
I'm going to do it. Everything is will power.
Everything. Everything!
Saúl: Everything is will power.
If there's a will, there's a way. Everything is will power.
Saúl: That's it! If there's a will, there's a way.
If there's a will, there's a way.
Come on, that's it.
Go on, jump, jump.
But if you don't want to, I'll push you.
Álvaro: Hold on, asshole! What are you doing, dude?
I can do this alone. Get back!
- Get back. - Alright, alright.
Got back. There, farther.
- I'm going. - OK.
- Álvaro: One... - Jump, jump, jump, come on.
Come on, you can do it!
- You can do it, you can do it! - Everything is will power.
- Two... - You can jump. Jump, jump, jump.
Jump, jump, jump!
(Álvaro screams) What the fuck? Are you insane or what?
Well yes, yes, I'm insane.
Although I don't like that term,
but, technically, yes.
Diagnosed and whatnot.
- (sound of a buzzer) - Please, please, please!
If I don't go back they're not going to let him out.
Of all the excuses I've ever heard,
this is the lamest.
But it's not an excuse, I swear.
I don't want to see your face!
And if you leave, you do so on your own.
Imagine that!
The driver wasting six hours going
there and six hours coming back,
just because a fucking extra didn't feel like working.
But I do want to work.
I do want to be a police woman.
(frustrated scream)
(frustrated) Álvaro!
- (whistling) - Marthita...
Hello.
Oh, shit!
Oh!
- Cheers! - Cheers.
- Álvaro? - (whistling)
We're here to help you.
Meds are your best allies, you have to take them.
I don't need any meds because I'm not crazy.
(Tourette's whistling continues)
Crazy is not a term we like using here.
We have patients here and each one needs a certain therapy.
I don't need any fucking therapy.
(Tourette's whistling continues)
Come here. Come here!
Let's go, let's go, Álvaro.
Look, you have to pretend you're calm, OK?
Nothing disturbs you
- and nothing benefits you. - I can't.
- How come? - I just can't, I can't. I can't.
Even I can do it, Álvaro, how can you not?
(deep sigh)
I have to write.
- OK. - Yes.
You have to write urgently?
- Yes. - OK.
OK.
You know what? Come.
Come with me, come!
(suspenseful music)
(typing)
Álvaro: "I'm inside a place filled with weird people.
I don't know how to explain it,
it's a place filled with social rejects."
(whispering) Remember, it's being monitored.
(suspenseful music continues)
Yes.
Álvaro: "I'm at a psychiatric facility
to learn what happens within."
Are you going to be much longer?
I just started.
Right! Right, right.
(music continues)
Álvaro: "All sorts of odd people.
Freaks. One crazier than the other.
They're practically the scum of society.
In here, the girl from the Exorcist would seem normal."
And that's what happened, Mr. Ramón. What do you think?
Did your friend really end up in a madhouse for a girl?
It's because deep down he is really romantic.
No, he's a dumbass!
(laughing)
That too.
It won't bite, right, Mr. Ramón?
(music)
(Saúl whispers) So, do you want out or not?
Yes.
(whispering) Well, you have to start by helping out.
In here, us interns help each other out.
What do I do?
(whispering) You have to start by coming to group activities.
Tonight you're coming with me to an event.
You're going to need these.
(shushing) No! Don't open them!
Hide it, hide it, hide it, hide it, hide it!
OK, OK, OK, OK, I'm hiding it.
Saúl: I'll pick you up later.
(door closing)
(playing: "I Tried Not to Cry")
woman 2: Give me your cigarettes and pills already!
Why are we pretending it's going to be any different.
You're not even supposed to be gambling,
as a former gambling addict.
man: Former? (laughing)
No, she's a gambling addict.
- Addict. - (soft laughter)
Víctor... (awkward laughter)
- (awkward laughter) - Víctor.
- What? - Carla: What have you got?
Oh, here!
- (laughter) - I'm sorry, Tina.
I'm getting your pills. Look.
- (whistling) - Full house!
Carla: Fuck yeah!
(Tina mumbles) Leave me one cigarette.
Well, you already know their names and conditions.
You just act normal.
If someone from the facility catches us, you stay quiet.
Zip. Nada.
You're a grave, a dead tree.
- Alright, alright, I get it! - OK.
Not like these people!
Saúl: What a fuss!
You can clearly hear everything from outside.
(shushing) Not so loud.
Wow.
Why did you bring him?
Álvaro: If you'd like, I'll leave.
- Yes, please. Leave. - Martha: Oh!
- (whistling) - Álvaro: Unless... this...
interests you.
Oh! So yummy! Oh, so yummy!
Wow!
You think we can be bought with some pills?
We're insane, not stupid.
Saúl: Well, some of us are both, huh?
- Is that Valium? - Yes.
Víctor: Oh, that looks like Klonopin.
Saúl: Grab a seat, sit down. Sit.
(whistling)
- Good evening. - Martha: Hello.
Tina: Hello, dear, welcome.
What's up?
Nice to meet you, I'm Álvaro.
- Víctor: Hello. - Saúl: Oh, no! Poor Víctor,
- why did you touch him, dude? - Oh, dammit.
He's going to have to wash his hands again,
he has a bit of OCD.
- (whistling) - Really?
Víctor: Well, at least now I have a clean game.
(laughter)
Víctor, give me your ass!
- Yes. - So yummy!
- What? - Oh, what?
- What? Yeah. - What?
- No, what? - What? No.
Álvaro, tell us! (awkward laughter)
When did you debut?
Oh! Sorry.
- When did I what? - Saúl: Your debut.
That's what we call the first time
that, well, we lost our marbles.
- (whistling) - Oh! That.
No, no, I've never, no, I've never lost them.
(unconvinced laughter)
So it turns out that you're pretty normal, huh?
Tell us about your debut, you scrawny bastard!
Oh, sorry. Oh!
Carla: Alright, can we please just play? Please.
- Martha: Sorry. - Yeah?
(screaming) Oh! Yes, let's play.
- (shushing) Sorry. - Carla: Come on, let's see.
Oh!
(Tourette sounds) Oh! Wow.
(whistling)
Hey, wouldn't you like to leave this place?
- (whistling) - Obviously.
You have no idea how I long
for the day I'm no longer in this hell.
So why are you here?
You're Tina, right?
Yes.
I had a crisis at work.
Álvaro: OK. What do you do?
- (whistling)
I'm royalty.
I'm a princess.
It's so hard being one.
(laughter)
The King and Queen,
- like my parents. - You've got to be kidding me!
Did you have to show your hand, Tina?
Don't show them, Tina!
What I'm trying to say is...
if we help each other out, we can leave this place.
We can work as a team
and we'll all leave, what do you think?
You mean, leave the palace?
- Mhm. - No, no!
No, no, take it easy, princess. It's not true.
You, shut it.
We're in here because we need it.
Of course not. I see that you're well.
You have no fucking idea why we are here.
(whistling)
(Víctor clears throat) Well, I...
have to go to the bathroom.
For fuck's sake!
Motherfucker! Can we just play?
Don't wash your hands 84 700 times!
Martha: Well, let him wash his hands as...
Fucker! As much as he likes.
(playfully) As he likes...
(laughter)
- You, shut up! - Oh, well, thanks.
- Tina: She just wants to... - Martha: What?
(whispering) ...get her hands on Víctor.
(shushing) But she doesn't know how.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Víctor? - (whistling)
Martha, how's that going?
Any progress?
(awkward laughter)
What progress is she going to have?
(Martha laughs and whistles) Every time she sees him,
she's like: "Ass, ass."
Ass! You dad goes down on me!
Oh! Long live the Republic! (shushing)
- No shouting, Martha. - (shushing)
They're really going to catch us here, please.
Why don't you just tell him you like him?
- How? - Like that.
You say: "Hey, Víctor, I like you."
And you buy him some coffee or some pills.
- Or something. - No, no.
- What? No, no, no, no, no. - Sure, yeah.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Álvaro: Look at me, look at me, look at me.
I had a will to be here and now I am here.
Martha: So yummy! No.
Can we change subjects and just play?
Figures that Mr. Self Esteem is top shit.
What? We have to help each other out, right?
- Today for Martha and Víctor... - Martha: What? No.
Tomorrow for me.
(mouth clicks)
Shut the fuck up, OK?
I'll give you all of my pills, how about that?
Deal.
- Oh! - OK. (uncomfortable noises)
I'm back.
- Did I miss something? - (Tourette sounds)
Your dad's ass! Oh! So yummy!
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving.
- Martha, dear. Don't leave. - Carla: Martha!
For fuck's sake! See what you did?
Martha, I'm going to think of a plan.
Saúl: Don't shout!
Martha: Fuck off!
(comic music)
Oh! Kiss my ass!
- Yes. Yes. What? - What?
- Oh! Bon appétit. - Bon appétit.
- Yes. Bye. - Martha: Goodbye.
- Martha... - (whistling)
I think it's going to be impossible helping Martha out.
No, dude, nothing is impossible when you set your mind to it.
Oh, well.
- (whistling) - Hey...
What's with the hairdo?
What about it?
(whispering) Do you want to hook up with someone too?
- What, what? No. - Rosa?
Well, she's got a nice smile.
No, what? No! No.
Come here, I need you to help me out with something.
Don't worry.
It's a regular level-one mission.
A bit of identity theft, but perfectly legal.
- Nothing serious. - Oh.
- Let's see. - Oh, I feel assured.
After all, you owe me one.
- Two, actually. - Two?
Yes. Oh, no, three. Doesn't matter.
My former roommate used to help me with this, but he left.
What do you mean? He got out?
They released him?
That is classified information.
Put this on, come on. Come, come with me!
Come with me. Come, come with me, come.
Put it on, put it on. There you go. OK.
This doesn't feel quite legal, huh?
Álvaro: Saúl?
Well, yes, doctor,
you have a very interesting point of view.
Your diagnosis is pretty interesting.
Hey, I'm sorry, my love.
Hello!
Daddy!
Saúl: Hello! It's so good to see you!
Daddy is working with Doctor Mole.
Say hi to Doctor Mole.
- Hi! - Hi there, beautiful.
Saúl: I'm almost done, OK?
Well, us agreeing on the diagnosis
is certainly very interesting.
Thank you so much, doctor.
Thank you! Thank you so much for being here, huh?
- Really, honestly. - We are leaving in ten minutes.
No, how come? You just got here.
We have another thing to get to,
we're in a hurry. Right, love?
Yeah, we can't stay long.
husband: Ten minutes.
Excuse me.
- girl: Bye! - husband: Excuse me.
Ten?
Well, honey. We have ten minutes.
So little time!
Hey, it's a beautiful day, want to go outside?
That's it! Come on, let's go.
Thank you, thank you.
We've already talk about him not being your dad.
girl: But I didn't call him "dad."
Saúl: Look, here, like we're jumping up to the universe.
(making spaceship sounds) I can't handle the gravity!
Help! It's pulling us!
(melancholic music)
man 3: I can't believe you stole my credit card again.
A motorcycle?
You bought a motorcycle?
I'm sorry.
Sorry doesn't pay off the debt, Carla!
Look, dad...
I'm really sorry that you had to have a sick daughter like me.
Don't say that, honey.
You'll see that soon you'll be OK.
OK?
Do I look OK?
I'm obviously never going to be OK.
I'm never going to cure myself, mom!
If you just tried a little bit...
For example, when I'm sad, I watch a happy movie
- or things that make me happy. - Stop it, dammit!
I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry.
(crying) Thank you so much for coming, honestly.
I appreciate it a lot,
but I want to be in my room now, OK?
Carla's dad: Are you telling us to leave?
No.
You can stay as much as you want to.
Look, the facility is so pretty, so relaxing,
but I want to go to my room.
No, Carla! We can't talk to you like this!
Just, please, stop jerking me around, already!
Álvaro: Excuse me! Visiting hours are over.
There are no visiting hours.
No, not for other patients anyway.
But in her case, it's different.
I get it, doctor.
As you say.
Carla's mom: See you soon, honey.
(frustrated crying and sobbing)
(sobbing)
(sobbing continues)
(sighing)
Álvaro...
- Yes, thank you, huh? - Here!
Thank you, my love.
- Let's go, honey. - Bye, Dad!
Drive safe.
Wow!
That was awesome! Really.
Saúl: Why are you making that face?
Everyone gives me that look. Like that.
Like you're surprised.
Like you're saying:
"Saúl? You're sick,
you can't be a dad,
You're crazy you can't be a dad."
Who can?
(sighing)
Are you a father?
No.
Hey!
The robe thing was fucking cool.
- Where did you get them? - Well, I have my connections.
Here, here.
Plus, Claudia's husband says...
it's not a good idea that the girl knows
that her dad is sick being so little.
And you?
- Why are you so happy? - (cheerful laughter)
That! There, I hadn't seen that smile.
Alright, alright, let's see, take off the robe.
- (whistling) - Álvaro: Martha!
Fuck!
- I've come up with a plan. - Oh, so yummy!
It's, it's only a first draft,
but I think it's pretty good.
- Oh, fuck! - Take a look.
- Álvaro! - Look, look.
(frustrated sigh)
Oh!
"Víctor..." (tics)
"I need to ask you a question
and you need to answer... (whistles)
...right now.
Is your name Google?
(playful laughter)
Because I can find...
(whistles) ...everything I'm looking for in you."
Really?
(stuttering) Do you want to make me look
like I'm fucking dumb?
- (tics and whistling) - No, Martha.
It's a fun gag. It'll work. Trust me.
- Come on. - Fuck off!
- Come on! Let's get to work. - (frustrated sigh)
- Ready? - Yes!
(sighing)
"Víctor...
(stuttering) I need to ask you a question.
Is your name..." Shitface! Oh!
Your dad's ass! So yummy!
Sit on my face! Ass face!
Come on! You can do this, Martha.
- Come on. - Víctor... Fuck! Off!
- Come on. - (frustrated sigh)
Álvaro: Come on, Martha.
"Víctor!
(stuttering) I need to ask you a question and...
and I need you to answer me now."
Shit! Oh! Your dad's ass! Oh, so yummy!
Sit on my face! Ah!
(shushing) Shut up!
Shut up, fucker!
- Come on. - (whistling)
Come on, Martha, you can do this.
(frustrated sigh)
Víctor...
(tics)
I need to ask you a question and...
I need you to answer me now, whore!
(tics and whistles)
Is your name Google?
Because I can find... fuck
everything I'm looking for in you!
Pretty good!
I mean, it's a pretty good start.
(relieved sigh)
Come on, let's do it again.
- Fuck you! - Let's do it again.
You can do better than that.
Víctor, I need to ask...
- Fuck! Fuck you! - Breathe.
Breathe. Breathe.
You're in control.
No! Álvaro, it's not like that.
It's not about control!
(stuttering) It's not about breathing.
The tics are not uncontrollable.
They're irresistible.
It's like a mosquito bite.
Have you ever had a mosquito bite?
- Yes. - You can resist the itching,
but at some point you're going to scratch it
and you won't be able to stop.
(mouth clicks) It's like that.
Could we stop... (mouth clicks)
...for a moment?
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Mr. Ramón, do you think you'll be able to fix it quickly?
Oh, I don't know!
I hope I can, last time, it took me several hours.
Ah! Several hours...
(whispering) Hours, hours...
(howl)
Víctor,
(mouth clicks) I need to ask you a question...
(mouth clicks)
...and I need you to answer me now.
Is your name Google?
Because I can find everything I need in you.
- (nervous and joyful laughter) - Martha? Martha...
Oh, sorry. Oh!
(whistling) Whore!
It took us a lot of time, but you nailed it.
Oh, so yummy!
(mouth clicks)
Hey, Saúl told me that
with your Syndrome you can go about with your life normally.
(soft laugh) Yes. Yes.
And then?
(heavy sigh)
Nobody admits themselves to a psychiatric facility
because of Tourette's.
Then why are you here?
(defeated sigh)
(stuttering) Because it's not easy being
out there, putting up with people
making fun of you
because of the tics.
Once... (mouth clicks)
...I couldn't get
out of bed for three months... Whore!
I was so scared of going outside.
Fuck!
I was diagnosed with depression.
(sighing) That's why I'm here.
Can we keep going with the plan?
Yes.
(thunder and heavy rain falling)
Martha: Hi! Wow!
Álvaro: There he is! There he is!
- Are you ready? - (whistling)
Martha, are you ready?
Too bad it's raining!
Álvaro: No, no, no, no, no! It's perfect.
Haven't you watched any romantic movies?
The best part always happens when it's raining.
- Martha: Your ass! - Well, whatever, whatever.
Listen to me, you've rehearsed a lot.
- (mouth clicks) - You've got this. You nailed it.
- Yeah. - You can do this.
- I can do this. - Hang in there.
(sigh) I can do this. Hang in there.
When do you come up with such crap?
Martha, look at me.
You can do this, hang in there.
Hang in there. Hang in there!
- Come on, you got this! - I got this!
- Martha: I got this! - You got this, Martha!
(comic music)
(screaming)
Guys!
(stuttering) Can I have a moment alone with Víctor, please?
(whistling)
(nervous laughter)
Thank you! Get out! Oh!
- Huh... yes, yes? - Víctor!
I need to ask you a question and I need you...
I need you to answer me now.
(clears throat) Umm, yes, tell me.
Hmm, is your name...
is your name Google?
Google?
No, why?
I hate you, dumbass!
Ah, stratosphere!
Dammit! No! No! No...
(nervous laughter) Sorry, but...
(clears throat) I can't understand you.
Ass face! Sit on my face!
- Oh! No. - What?
Your dad's ass!
(awkwardly clears throat) Are you feeling OK?
(screaming) No! No!
(anxious screaming)
- Álvaro: Martha! - Carla: What are you doing?
Álvaro: No, no no! Go back! No!
- Martha. Martha, no. - Martha: Fuck you! Fuck!
No, no. Look at me. You're not giving up.
- Fuck. Oh! - Look at me!
- You're going back out there. - (whistling)
I've got an idea.
Why don't you just say it like that, without anything planned.
- Your dad! (clapping) - You just go out there
and you tell him like that (imitates Tourette tics)
Your dad's ass! Just like that!
Just like that, as cool as you are,
- you go and tell him! Go for it! - Go for it?
- Álvaro: Go for it. - You fucking go for it!
- Go for it. - Martha: Go for it!
- Álvaro: Go for it! - You're crazy, but mostly
me for listening to you!
- Hey! Martha! - Go! Go!
You got this!
- You got this, OK? - (excited yelling)
I can't believe I'm up for this cheesy shit.
You're as cheesy as this incompetent man.
Álvaro: Hey, princess, I can hear you.
- Martha: Víctor! Víctor! - Víctor: What?
I like you! (loud excited yelling)
I said it! What? I said it!
(clears throat)
(doubtful) Umm... what do you mean you like me?
You like me...
as in like me?
Yes, I like you as in like you.
Ah!
Oh, alright. Alright, alright, alright.
I don't know how to say this, but
(clears throat)
I like you too.
(nervous and excited giggles)
I feel stupid, I don't really know how to do this.
Me, me, me too, you...
pizza face!
(uncontrollable laughter)
I'm going to kiss you.
Huh?
(stuttering) I'm going to kiss you.
Don't worry, I brushed my teeth with...
Shit! No!
With toothpaste! Twice.
- Only twice? - Yes, but with baking soda.
Wow...
And I washed my clothes twice on the washing machine.
Look, smell it, stupid. Smell it.
(uncomfortable and happy giggles)
It smells like mine.
(laughing)
Ah! Fuck you! No! Please!
- No, wait, I'll help you. - Suck my tailpipe!
- Which one? - No! No, oh no!
- What? I'll help. - No. No. Yes.
- Yes? Which? - Huh? Which?
No!
(playing: "Tú Serás Mi Baby")
(excited and celebratory shouting and giggles)
(music continues)
(music in the background)
See? (excited yelling)
Where there's a will...
(frustrated sigh) Here he goes again with his mantra.
Hey, nicely done!
- Congratulations. - Congratulations to you.
You talked her into it.
What are you doing later?
Me?
Nothing, why?
Meet me later.
(music stops)
(traffic noises)
(mumbling) Hang on, Álvaro.
(mumbling) Hang on, my dude.
(frustrated) Ugh, you have no signal.
(sobbing)
Saúl, I had the best day!
Martha and Víctor kissed! They kissed!
And I have a date. A date!
What?
What's wrong?
My ex wife forbade me to see my daughter again.
She says that I can be a danger to her.
(sobbing) I don't even believe she thinks that.
It's her husband.
I'm going to go find her and steal her.
- No. No. - Yes.
I'm going to steal her.
She's my daughter, Álvaro!
Hey. No.
Take a deep breath. Breathe. Calm down.
What you need right now is to calm yourself.
It's all going to be alright. I promise.
I'm going to go find her and steal her.
- No. - And I'm going to kill him.
No.
No, no, no, no, no. Look at me.
Look at me, Saúl. Look at me! Look at me!
You're not going to let this get the best of you.
It's not going to beat you.
You're not going to let it beat you, huh?
What you need right now is some cheering up.
Cheering up?
Yes.
(emotional music)
Would you mind leaving me alone in the room?
I'd rather be alone right now.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Go on.
OK.
(exhaling)
(soft laughter)
(whispering) I'm sorry.
(music stops)
What?
Are you ever going to tell me why you're here?
Bipolar 1 Disorder.
That means you're fucking happy one
minute and the next you're pissed off?
That sounds more like rapid cycling.
Mine is more like periods of time.
I have some that are super depressive
and others a rush of euphoria.
So...
when was the first time that it happened to you?
When was your your debut?
Wow! You do listen...
(soft laughter)
I was thirteen.
I ran away from my home,
I got to a highway, into a trailer truck.
I had no fucking idea where I wanted to go,
but I had this fucking urge to flee.
- They found me in Querétaro. - Oh.
Thing is that you don't see the consequences
when you're in the middle of one of these episodes.
You just do it.
And then,
it all blows up in your fucking face
and everybody hates you.
Like your dad.
I don't blame him,
every time this happens,
against all odds,
I always find and use his credit card.
So...
(laughing) Not that bad, right?
No, it is, it's pretty bad.
It's pretty bad.
Well, let's see,
explain something to me, OK?
When you're in one of these depressive
moments or stages,
how does it feel?
Well...
you know how there are some diseases that kill you?
This one doesn't kill you,
but...
it makes you want to kill yourself.
So, on the night we...
When we met, where you in a...
in some sort of euphoria phase?
Fuck.
I was starting a manic episode.
Manic? Is it the same as euphoric?
I'm manic-depressive, actually.
Because...
It was an incredible night.
I mean, at least for me.
For me too.
Really?
Álvaro, this can't...
This won't let me get any further.
- What do you mean? - This.
My disease.
You have no fucking idea what it's like to be with someone
who can't control their emotions.
No. But that is why you're here, right?
Because you want to learn how to.
You sound just like my mother,
you have no fucking idea.
No, you're right.
Listen, I have no fucking idea.
All I know...
is that will power can beat any pill you can take.
By a mile.
You really think so?
I'm certain. Look at you.
You're a little monster.
A little monster?
You're a beast.
You can do anything you set your mind to.
And I've got news for you,
you have here another little monster
that wants to fight alongside you.
Fuck, it's just that, I've thought about it.
I've thought about it a lot, actually.
And I feel like this...
- What? - This. This.
This can't go any further.
(emotional music)
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
(music continues)
(music stops)
(knock on door) Carla!
- Álvaro, I just told you I... - Yeah.
No, no, no, it's not that.
I mean, yeah, but no, not now.
When we met, how did you get out?
What?
Saúl.
(suspenseful music)
I won't let you drive, for obvious reasons.
Hey, what's with the van?
How did you get it?
Oh, I fucked a security guard and he gave it to me.
(uncomfortable laughter) Are you for real?
Seriously?
(garage door opens)
- And the remote? - Val lent it to me.
The lady guard from the morning shift.
You also fucked her?
Fuck.
(car engine starts)
- I don't know. He can't be far. - Obviously he isn't far.
He has to be around here somewhere.
- Someone's there. - Carla: No, that's not him.
Not him, dammit! Not him!
To the right. Right! Right!
Yeah, yeah. I heard you, I heard you.
Álvaro: I'm pretty certain he's not over there.
Álvaro: Saúl!
Saúl!
Carla: Saúl!
Álvaro: Saúl!
Saúl, stop!
Saúl, stop, please!
Listen, listen to me,
if you go after her you'll lose her forever.
I'm going to go and take her
(sobbing) and nobody will forbid me to see her.
Listen to me, look at me!
- They'll take her from you! - No, no!
Saúl, they're going to take her from you, dude!
- Look at me! - Alright!
Listen, this won't take us anywhere, OK?
Hey, Saúl...
Saúl, calm down.
Listen to me.
My daughter...
She's my daughter. (sobbing)
I know that right now you want to burn down everything.
(sobbing)
Burn the whole fucking world down.
Destroy everything so that they won't take her from you.
But this is not the way.
OK?
I promise.
If you do this, tomorrow,
when all is said and done,
the only life you would have ruined is hers.
- And she'll hate you for it. - No!
- She's going to hate you. - (moaning) No!
- She'll hate you. - No!
(sobbing)
I don't want to go back without having done something.
Who said we were going back?
We came here to help you, not to stop you.
We're going to do something that makes you feel good.
Fucking good!
- Yes. - Something besides jail.
No. I want to feel good.
Do you trust me?
Yes. Yes.
(sobbing)
(soft music)
(heavy sigh)
- Álvaro: Oh, you're filthy, huh? - Saúl: Can I drive?
(laughing) No, no, no.
Saúl: Here's good.
It's right in front, I won't be long.
There it is. Yes. Perfect.
I won't be long.
(suspenseful music)
(bell ringing)
- Fucking Saúl. - What the fuck did he do?
Fucking Saúl.
Saúl: Mission accomplished!
Go, go!
(emotional music)
DON'T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME.
I LOVE HER AND WITHOUT HER I'LL DIE
(music stops)
Carla: Fuck, it gets stuck every time.
I think you have to get out...
Just kick it or something.
Álvaro: On it!
(suspenseful music)
(music continues)
(suspenseful music fades)
Carla: Morning!
Álvaro: Morning!
Saúl: Morning!
(laughter)
What? Afraid of heights?
No! No! (Carla laughing)
Carla: I love it here.
I always come by myself.
Actually, I've never brought anyone before.
But today I felt like sharing it with you.
Wow!
Fuck, I've treated you like shit.
Yes.
And you're still here.
Well, that's because Laura didn't come for me.
(mischievous laugh)
Did you mean what you said?
That I can do this without any pills or anything?
You can do anything.
You just have to control your mind.
You can't let it control you.
I know I'm a little monster.
But you don't know what it is like being sick
and not being able to get better.
Don't you think that I want this to be quiet?
I think that what you fear
is getting emotionally involved with someone.
- No. - Yes.
That's why you're only looking for one-night stands.
You're afraid of falling in love.
But you know what?
(emotional music)
The more I get to know you...
Stop.
...the more I like you.
(music continues)
(music fades)
ce officer
but, as soon as I got that uniform,
I got into character
and I thought I could be great...
You aren't writing about me, right?
- Lau! - woman 3: No, no, no.
Where are your bags and your things?
Sorry.
It's OK, dude. Whatever, let's go.
No, no, Lau...
I want to stay.
What do you mean you want to stay?
Are you crazy, dude?
In love.
Do you have any idea what I had to do to get here?
- Yeah. - Are you serious?
Hold on.
Last time we spoke there was a lot of screaming.
What changed?
You're in love, aren't you?
I told you you were in love.
Are you in love?
(playing: "Siempre te voy a querer")
Thanks, guys.
(whistling)
Oh, so yummy!
(whistling)
(music continues)
(joyful laughter)
(cheers and happy yelling)
(music continues)
(indistinct dialogue)
(music continues)
(music stops)
Carla: Álvaro, wake up!
Álvaro, really, wake up!
- We're going to be late. - (Álvaro moaning)
Please, just one more minute.
- No, no. - Please.
No, wake up.
Please!
Wake up, motherfucker!
I've said it a thousand times, dammit!
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
I have to tell you something really important.
It's just that Saúl is already awake
and he's going to take all the jello,
and I fucking love jello.
Everyone here fucking love jello, actually.
Why are you giving me that look?
You're unraveled.
Unraveled?
No, no, no, no, I'm happy. I'm happy!
Can't you see you're good for me?
- Don't I look good? - Yes!
Yes, you look amazing.
- You want me to look better? - Yeah.
- Carla. - What?
Carla, Carla.
It's too early, don't you think?
It's too early but I want to.
- No. - It's too early for what?
- Jello! - (Carla laughing)
Jello!
Let me go!
(panting)
(laughing)
(whistling)
This is it, guys!
Get them pills out
because I'm going to clean the house.
Especially you, huh?
Why?
Hey, Álvaro, let's use this deck.
Carla's deck is rigged.
Hey, Saúl, where's Carla?
I don't know!
But she was with you, right?
No, why would she be with me?
No one wants to be with me.
- Martha, have you seen her? - No.
I haven't seen her all day. Oh!
- Álvaro, don't! - Why?
She wasn't in the bathroom either.
Well, let's do this.
(suspenseful music)
(manic laughter)
(gasping)
No fucking way!
(euphoric screaming)
Álvaro: Carla?
Carla!
Álvaro, no fucking way!
No fucking way!
If you look over there you can see the ocean!
The fucking ocean! I swear! There! The sea.
Carla, are you OK?
How can I not be OK
if I'm telling you I'm looking
at something incredible like the ocean?
In fact, if you look this way,
you can see it too, there it is.
No, no, no, come here!
- Come, come here. - You have to look, it's there!
- Carla, come here! - Let go of me! Let go of me!
Let go of me because I feel fucking amazing.
I feel so fucking amazing!
You were right!
I'm doing it and I'm looking at something that...
(vitals monitor beeping)
She's going to be alright, Álvaro.
- Doctor. - Yes?
I think Carla hasn't taken her meds in several days.
What?
(whispering) Hey!
Hey...
Hi.
Hello, little monster.
What am I doing here?
Did you tell them?
I'm sorry, Carla. I had to.
(sobbing)
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Why can't you respect my decisions?
No. No, no, no. Carla, no.
No, no.
Nurse!
I'm going to have to start all over because of you.
You told me that I could do this.
You promised that I could do this alone.
(crying) No, no, no!
(emotional music)
(sobbing) I trusted you.
I trusted you.
I didn't even want...
I didn't even want a...
(music continues)
(whispering) I'm sorry.
Álvaro: "I'm inside a place filled with weird people.
I don't know how to explain it,
it's a place filled with social rejects.
I'm at a psychiatric facility
to learn what happens within.
All sorts of odd people.
Freaks.
One crazier than the other.
They're practically the scum of society."
- Did I wash them correctly? - Yes!
"In here, the girl from the Exorcist would seem normal."
(whistling)
(music stops)
Saúl, it's not a good day.
You have something to tell us?
Look what we found on the internet today.
"The scum of society," how about that?
"The girl from the Exorcist," really, Álvaro?
When I wrote that I didn't know you,
- I didn't know... - (clears throat)
No! No, there's no need to explain.
I hope you learned something from us "freaks."
Víctor, Martha, honestly,
- there's an explanation... - Tina: Fuck you!
Saúl! Saúl!
Fuck you, Álvaro.
And that's not my Tourette speaking.
(whistling)
(emotional music)
(music fades)
doctor: So you were telling the truth
and you're a journalist.
Well, congratulations.
You managed to deceive a professional.
I believed you.
You got your field research.
Well, here's your release form,
you're free to go.
Please, stop wasting any more of my time.
Carla stopped taking her meds because of me.
What?
Yes.
I thought that it would help her.
Help her? (scoffing)
This is not a game, Álvaro!
One of the main issues
surrounding mental disorders
is that people don't want to talk about them.
And why is that?
Because people like you...
spread misinformation.
(sighing)
Thousands of studies and efforts
go into improving people's quality of life.
Even though it's hard for you to accept,
medical treatments are much more effective
than love,
good intentions
and motivational mantras.
I hope you have a good life, Álvaro.
Good luck.
(sighing)
Seriously? Thank you, thank you!
You heard that, honey?
That means that we can see each other more often.
(laughing)
Hey, but is your husband OK with this?
Saúl's ex-wife: That doesn't matter.
This is between us.
I need to be honest with her,
I don't want to lie anymore, OK?
- Daddy? - What is it, honey?
Are you sick?
Well, yes, a little bit, yes.
(emotional music)
That's a good idea, my love.
Duck down.
There, you're cured.
Yes, honey.
I'm cured.
Thank you so much, doctor! (laughing)
(music continues)
Here, this is Álvaro.
Álvaro, come, come!
He's my best friend.
(whispering) Plus he's a spy.
Friend?
Of course.
Not just that,
he's a special agent that was involved in this mission.
Hey, hey!
(music continues)
That is classified information from Doctor Mole.
(laughing) Yes, yes.
(laughing)
Yeah...
Is he crazy too?
- (uncomfortable laughter) - Saúl's ex-wife: No!
Sorry, I'm sorry!
(laughing)
Saúl: Oh...
(music continues)
Don't forget about us.
Come and visit.
Of course I'm going to come and visit.
"The Legend."
(music continues)
Álvaro: "As you well know,
I admitted myself into a psychiatric hospital.
(music continues)
What you don't know...
is that the true reason...
was to save a girl..."
Saúl: "...that didn't need to be saved."
"She will probably never know,
but I'll always be crazy about her."
Crazy... Fuckface! Sorry.
"As you can already tell,
I know nothing about this subject,
but I learned some things in the few days I spent there,
and, trust me, just wanting things it's not enough."
Are you really into this load of crap?
It's not a load of crap!
"Being in there and meeting so many people
that fight everyday to get better,
to get healthier,
taught me to stop being afraid of mental disorders."
Psychology Nobel Prize.
Enough! (shushing)
"Yes, I was afraid, because I'm certain that I,
as many others out there,
out of ignorance, are afraid of the unknown."
What a bunch of crap.
"How terrifying it must be to be crazy! Right?
We'd rather close our eyes
and pretend that it doesn't exist
and just move on.
But they do exist.
And they're more common than high cholesterol,
diabetes, IBS.
Just as you can't cure the flu by just doing your best
or controlling your mind,
you can't cure a mental disorder
that way either."
Princess, don't leave!
Yes, I'm leaving.
Because I've got to tell...
No, we've got some things to say to this idiot.
You're coming with me.
(clears throat) What?
Huh? Out?
Out there on the streets?
Yes. We're going out there on the streets.
If they really want us as we are,
let's test how much.
Lithium, bitch! Lithium!
That, that is what you need.
No, no! (shushing) You owe me one.
We believe you are having a crisis.
(yelling) I'm having a very, very fucking strong crisis!
(loud noise)
I'm kidding, obviously I'm not having anything.
But really, if they want to see us,
let them.
- (mumbles) Let them see us. - Let's go!
- I'm scared. - Saúl: OK!
If we gotta jump, we gotta jump.
(upbeat music)
(disagreement grunts)
(upbeat music)
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!
A million clicks, my man!
(singing) Alvarito! Alvarito!
He's the man!
A million clicks.
You're a fucking dream, brother!
You are the little humming bird that comes to feed
on my sugary water every morning.
The most read article.
Come on, come on! (shushing)
- Grab my boobs, bitch! - (shushing)
Shut up! (shushing)
(whistling)
Suck it! Oh! Ass! (shushing)
We're going to need a distraction.
- (whistling) - I have depression,
it doesn't go well with stress.
Please, focus.
(whistling continues)
I got it. I got it!
(clears throat) I have an idea.
(music continues)
(clears throat)
I'm on it.
- (screaming) - (shushing)
(soft sobs)
Don't forget about me.
I won't forget you.
- Whore! - You're so cheesy.
Oh!
I'm going to die!
I'm going to die.
(music continues)
- (stuttering) Doctor! - What's wrong?
- What are you doing here? - I wanted to see if I could get,
soap?
- I just gave you some soap. - Soap.
(stuttering) I know, but I need more soap.
I'm feeling it.
- I'm going to die. - No, relax. Relax.
- We're all going to die. - I need one that is...
that has more sods!
I need more sods!
Martha: Sit on my face, bitch!
My castle.
Carla: Run! Run!
Or not, no soap is fine.
Excuse me.
Did he take his meds?
I don't think so.
(hopeful music)
Oh, Rosa! They're leaving.
They're leaving, Rosa!
(yelling in slow motion)
(music continues)
(rock music)
- Come on, Rosa! - I'm coming! I'm coming!
To the left!
- No! - It's to the right!
You're saying right!
Follow them, get closer, please!
Martha, take the wheel.
- Take the wheel. - No! What?
- Don't smoke in here! - Why are you smoking right now?
Starting now,
we're only writing articles
that are socially conscious, OK?
Let that imagination fly, go ahead!
- Someone's chasing us! - Look out!
Everybody calm down, I'm a fucking good driver.
- Turn around! - Look ahead!
- Turn around! - Speed bump, speed bump!
(indistinct yelling)
Wrong way!
- I can't watch. - No, no, no!
(music continues)
Oh, it's the doctors!
- Hello! - Where are you going?
We have an important business to attend to,
then we'll come back.
- Rosa: Get out! - She wants me to get out.
He's getting out, Rosa!
No, no, no! Don't get out!
- No! - No, no, no!
(music continues)
editor: Climate change, global warming...
- Greta Thunberg. - Exactly.
Is there a Mexican version of that little girl?
No, no idea.
It would be a fucking hit, huh? Think about it.
Dolls and everything.
We lost them, Rosa!
I can't see without my glasses!
- What? You wear glasses? - Yes, since I was fifteen.
Why aren't you wearing them?
They make me look so old, right?
Oh my god! Where are they?
- In the glove compartment. - Oh my god.
- Here. - No, those are sunglasses!
- Alright, alright, then these. - Those are for reading!
- Oh my god, Rosa! - They're the thick ones.
- Here, these. Look out! - Yes, these.
Who else? Let's see, what's your subject?
- Huh... - Drugs.
- Drugs, that's right. - Drugs?
Drugs.
(rock music continues)
I can see you like them, right?
(music fades)
- Hello. - Can I help you?
Yes, we're here to see Álvaro Aguirre.
Do you have an appointment?
No, but he told us we could come
and visit any time we wanted to, so...
He's in a meeting and I can't interrupt.
What do you mean you can't interrupt?
I'm here.
And you are...?
I'm the Princess of the Coyoacán Marquessate.
- Pleased to meet you. - The who?
We can see how the Princess attempts
to get into the office but is not allowed.
The exit is over there.
No! Don't you dare touch me, I'm fucking crazy.
- Suck my ass, busty lady! - Yes.
- Álvaro? - Álvaro?
- Great work, huh? - Álvaro?
Stupid! Fuck you!
Álvaro?
Oh, fuck!
- Álvaro. - Álvaro!
- Álvaro. - Carla?
- Ah, stupid! - Carla, what are you doing here?
- Did they let you out? - No.
I came to tell you something.
OK, I'm listening.
What was that bullshit you wrote?
My article? You didn't like it?
(fake and strong laughter)
Well, what can you expect
from this terrible magazine: CopyBlog.
Hey, you, intermittent-fasting Emma Stone.
If you don't like it,
just shut it and that's that.
Carla, what's going on?
What's that crap about us not being able to be together?
I didn't say that, you did.
And that you didn't want to see me ever again.
I'm bipolar, Álvaro.
I changed my mind.
Is this how you fight for me?
Is this how you fight for the girl of your dreams?
Tina: Mediocre, man.
So mediocre.
And just so you know...
I don't need you to save me.
That's exactly what I wrote.
I know!
But you don't need me
to save you from me as well, OK?
OK.
- OK what? - I mean yes.
You're right I don't need you to save me from you
because I want to be with you.
(hopeful music)
This is not going to be easy.
Well, that'll be my problem.
It's not...
because then you're going to try to change me,
and that's impossible.
I know. I like the way you are.
There are going to be days where I'm euphoric.
Just like that.
(laughing softly) I know.
And there are going to be days when I want to die.
Well, I also know that.
(music continues)
But there are going to be days when I'll want to kill you.
Oh, well, that's fine.
There are going to be days in which I'll want to kill you
so, so, so very much,
that I will almost, almost succeed.
Almost succeed.
It's never going to be normal.
Yes...
to everything.
(playing: "Hablando a tu corazón")
Are you insane or what?
Have I told you I was in a mental facility?
Sit on my face!
- Ass face! - Yes, yes!
Álvaro: I learned that we need a lot more information
on mental disorders.
More institutions where we can get help,
because, believe me, we all need it.
Next time I see someone sad,
I won't tell them to smile
or to try their best.
I will just say that I'm not able to understand
what they're going through,
but that I will be there,
in case they need me.
(music continues)
CRAZY ABOUT HER
(music continues)
(song fades)
(music)
(music ends)