Technoboys (2024)

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Robotic love

Robotic love

Robotic love

It's a metallic love

Enigmatic

Filled with electricity

Robotic love

Wires mix

Short circuit

Come on, baby, let's connect

Technoboys,

the most successful Mexican boy band

of the late '90s.

Albums, movies, soap operas,

they succeeded in everything.

But like Icarus,

they flew too close to the sun

and their wings melted.

The fall of the Technoboys

was quick and painful.

But what happened?

Join me to find out

in Flirting with the Truth.

Luxury cars, I have a collection

Your white sheets are missing my cologne

Between 1995 and 1999,

Mexican pop had not one king, but five.

They were Alan, the charismatic leader.

Charlie, the bad boy.

Leo, the handsome one.

Freddy, the chic one.

And the little god of dance,

the incomparable Babyface.

Mexico, Lima, Buenos Aires, Rio, Sarajevo.

Technoboys conquered them all

and became the favorite

of the major brands.

And you? What would you do to get some?

But Technoboys, in actuality,

were the culmination of a formula

that had already found success

in the hands of the same manager,

the acclaimed creative genius

behind the band, Masiosare Mendoza.

Who, before hitting the mark

with Technoboys,

had already hit it big

with The Spicy Roots.

Soap me up, baby, come on

I like you wet, foam on your tiny waist

Come shower with me, get ready for bed

A group of four

Puerto Rican technomerengue pioneers,

that were displaced from their throne

with the arrival of Technoboys.

Their leader, Number Juan,

never forgave Alan

for Technoboys being the favorite

of Masiosare Records.

Since then, he has been

their avowed archenemy.

But at the height of their success,

the love affair crumbles.

In Sunday school

They say that lying is wrong

Whoa-oh-oh...

In 1998, Maria Elena Prez,

better known as Melena,

would leave the trio Spandex

to join Masiosare Records.

For the release,

Masiosare arranged a duet with Alan

on the closing night

of the Cholula Music Festival.

Those that saw the performance

witnessed a display

of artistic and sexual fierceness,

which started one

of the most high-profile scandals

of the turn of the century.

Pop's most eligible bachelor

had fallen head over heels in love.

But he wasn't the only one.

Masiosare would also fall in love

with Melena, both as a manager,

and as a lover.

Broadcast live on television

to 57 countries,

it would have been

the most successful event

in both of their careers,

had it not been for Alan,

who showed up completely intoxicated

to stop the wedding.

Mely!

Don't do this to me, Mely.

We need to talk.

-Give me back my girl!

-Get out!

-Mely, we need to talk.

-Get out.

Mely, please...

-Alan, listen to me!

-Let me talk to her!

Let me see her! f*ck you!

I want to talk to her!

-You chose money over love!

-Please!

-You were mine, Melena!

-Stop it!

Making a fool of himself

in front of the entire continent,

Alan was restrained by The Spicy Roots

and his own Technoboys crew.

From then on,

nothing was the same for Alan.

Technoboys disappeared,

and Melena became one

of the world's most influential artists.

Alan vowed to succeed as a solo artist,

but 20 years later, it's safe to say

that he never did.

That's the ruthless world of pop music.

A little more here.

-How many people are there, George?

-We're good. Many people are arriving.

-And is there an opening act?

-Obvs.

Okay, babies,

I need you to give it your all, okay?

-Shouldn't we wait for more people?

-ChapStick.

Sure, but we could also do

our stilt-walker job,

put on the stilts, and attract people.

-Which media outlets came?

-Let's go.

Your fan club.

Just the president?

Not everyone can come this far, Alan.

-It's a school night...

-f*ck, George! f*cking sh*t!

-f*ck! Eyebrows, Yanetn.

-No. Buddy.

This is what we dreamed of.

This is being underground,

this is being... countercultural.

-Yes.

-This is having credibility. Right?

-Plus we already paid for it, buddy.

-Yes.

Alan! Alan!

-Alan! Alan! Alan!

-Alan! Alan! Alan!

Thank you for being here.

This is the first single

from my latest album.

And it's called "Yo."

It's a play on the words "Me" and "Yo!"

You can buy it here. Here it is.

This one's called "Self-Care."

Hit it, Ramn.

I carry a dead dove inside my heart

With the message I never sent

That was never received

Grandma said, "Stop searching for that

Which doesn't search for you"

"And start hating

To be happy"

I hate you

Even if it's not true

Because I love you

But you don't listen anymore

And you've k*lled me so many times

I've now become immortal

Pain taught me how to fly

Your chamochelas, boss.

One plain, one with the works.

Nice!

Well, then...

Clink. Cheers!

-"The works"? That's what it's called?

-Just drink, baby.

Let me remind you that Wednesday

was the seventh anniversary

of our work collaboration.

Seven years already?

Thank you, Alan.

Thanks for existing and for being here.

Thanks for "exibeing."

sh*t, George!

There's nothing to celebrate, dude.

-Are you blind?

-Alan, don't freak out.

Look, you are Don Quixote,

I am Sancho Panza.

And the windmill is the music industry.

Let's see. First,

you never read Don Quixote, okay?

And second, Don Quixote

was out of his f*cking mind.

-That was the point of the story.

-You didn't get it.

-Didn't I? What did I miss?

-No, you didn't.

Don Quixote was not crazy.

We're all Don Quixote.

Who believed in Chamochelas George

before it became what it is?

Nobody. Do you know how many people

believed in chamochelas in general?

...the release of the new album

of pop's legend Melena.

We Are Tribe launches a new stage

in Melena's career.

Of course, it's my most personal album,

not just because it's the first

I produced myself,

but also because it was born out of pain.

With the booty down to the ground

And the fist up...

Her latest work and her debut

in the English-speaking market,

"Work Permit," scored 12 nominations

at the Latin Grammys,

but was ignored

by the international competition.

Like so many of my people,

I was discriminated against.

And that's when I said,

"Of course."

"It's because of my cinnamon skin."

"Because I'm a woman of color."

"Because I don't belong

to their white world."

And that's my album, that is We Are Tribe.

It's a...

It's a hymn about kinship.

"Amor e corao."

-A gift from Melena to the world.

-Can we turn it down?

Carlitos...

No... to the other side.

I don't have any money, man.

Don't, buddy.

Nobody wants to... Nobody wants to listen

to my Bon Jovi-influenced material.

Buddy.

I'm nobody without Technoboys.

Without Technoboys,

I'm nothing but a f*cking loser, George.

I hoped for a party mood to give you

the news, but you get what you get.

What news?

Yesterday,

the Technoboys brand name

became copyright-free.

The Masiosare Records legal team

completely dropped the ball.

So the name is free?

No, not anymore.

And Alan, buddy,

guess who renewed it?

-No way!

-Yes.

sh*t.

sh*t, George.

-sh*t, dude!

-It's going to be great.

Do you know what this means, George?

Do you know what this means?

-Yeah!

-We need to look for the guys, dude.

We need to find them one by one,

and we need to get ready!

And we need to rehearse.

And we're going to fill stadiums, George.

We'll be number one on the radio again.

And when I get back everything

that was taken from me,

when I get back all that was mine,

when we are on top again,

I'll finally get Melena back!

Ah.

Okay.

Welcome to the Technoboys' headquarters.

What was this place?

-A distribution center.

-Distribution for what?

For nothing right now,

but soon enough, dreams.

And Babyface? Did he give you his address?

He did.

He has an awful office

in the Bondojito neighborhood.

He's a private investigator now.

Yeah, we quit show business

to fully concentrate

on private investigation.

We mostly handle infidelity cases.

In case you need us.

Mr. Face...

Uh... Mr. Baby.

Once this gets going,

it will be very physically demanding.

Very demanding, yes.

You'll have to exercise.

You'd have to wear a cap in public

at all times.

Get up early.

Start taking collagen.

You have to dance.

-Sing.

-And well, I noticed that you're a smoker.

Yes. A social smoker.

A drinker too.

Oh, sh*t. Baby,

with all due respect...

you look like sh*t, dude.

Very much like sh*t.

Plus, it looks like you'll have

a heart attack any moment.

And to be honest, I don't know

if you can be a part of Technoboys.

Ah.

Well, welcome to Technoboys.

Welcome.

Leo, the handsome one.

-Have you talked to him?

-No.

Leo has no cell phone.

He says the radiation causes impotence.

He lives with his wife and kids.

What is this bullshit?

Leo!

Leo, it's Alan from Technoboys!

Leo!

Leo?

Leo!

Welcome.

We were waiting for you.

Welcome. I mean, hello.

-Hi.

-Please, come in.

Come in.

Leon!

-Okay.

-Wow.

What's up, f*cking Leo?

My kin!

I can't believe it.

You're here, beautiful!

What's up, bro? How are you?

-Let me hug you.

-Okay.

-You're beautiful.

-You haven't changed, dude.

-Let me breathe you in.

-Okay.

Okay.

Let's see this butt.

This is very closed off. Let's see...

No, your sexual chakra

is completely closed and blocked, buddy.

Are you having sex?

How are you?

I'm fine. I just missed you, buddy.

-It's so nice to have you here, love!

-Me too, dude.

I missed you.

My brothers.

Fame is an illusion of the ego.

Come on, Leo.

Returning to Technoboys

should help us elevate our message.

Help us grow spiritually.

So that more people listen to us

and can follow our temple.

But what if

I told you...

that we were invited

to the '90s Pop Tour, dude?

What?

-What?

-Why didn't you tell me?

I don't have to tell you everything. Okay?

Okay, but,

you mean the most important

'90s pop music festival?

The one that's been selling out stadiums

for ten years

and making its artists

millionaires once again?

Thank you,

but we're not interested in money.

No, hold on, Warrior.

Yes, Warrior.

Listen to me.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-My parents love each other very much.

That's cool.

We were digging for essences.

-Okay. Very important.

-We noticed.

And we've made a decision as a couple.

It's time to illuminate

the path to peace again.

I'm in.

Our bad boy.

Charlie.

He vanished into thin air.

He has no Face,

no Insta, no MySpace, nothing.

Don't worry, boss, we'll find him for you.

We're counting on you, Baby.

Don't screw it up.

Any news about Freddy's whereabouts?

Yes, Freddy lives in La Chiripa,

Nuevo Len, with his family.

And he's a bullfighter now.

I'll call him.

Hello?

What's up, Freddy? How are you?

This is Alan, from Technoboys.

You took your sweet time, you f*gg*t.

-How's it going? How's the family?

-Well...

I mean, you know I don't have a family.

I don't know if you remember that my dad

had a stroke

when we were on tour in Guatemala.

And my mom, well,

she had terminal cancer several years ago.

-f*cking awesome.

-But, you know, here we are.

-It's all good.

-Hell yeah.

We're getting there.

But look, I was calling because...

-You know I'm in, b*tch.

-What?

I'm in for the band, sucker!

I even talked to f*cking Leo!

Okay. Okay. Well, uh...

Awesome.

I mean, it's great

that you're so excited to be a part

of the Technoboys family again.

-Now with George Entertainment.

-Hell yeah!

So that's cool, that's great.

Hey, he told me about the '90s Pop Tour.

Hell yeah.

I'd be an idiot

to pass up this opportunity, wouldn't I?

Yeah. Actually,

it was a... a surprise, right?

We didn't see that invitation coming,

but we're...

Hey, what's up with Leo's wife, man?

She's a f*cking hot b*tch, isn't she?

Don't leave me alone with her.

-I'll f*ck her through her ears.

-Yes, I'll tell him.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Yes.

All right. Take care.

Done. Charlie is in Tijuana.

I'd recommend going there in person

instead of calling.

Why?

When did this happen?

This?

I mean...

Look.

When I quit Technoboys,

I also quit being Charlie.

And quit being a capitalist.

I'm an anarchist now.

And, well,

I formed my q*eer band.

The Madonna Flowers.

The Madonnas of Tijuana.

-Charlize, we're back in five!

-Coming!

-Want to come?

-No.

-I have to go with some friends.

-We'll miss the flight.

-If you want to go...

-No, it's okay.

Look, Charlie... Charlize? Charlize.

It's great that you're so fulfilled

with this new life and all that sh*t,

but... are you kidding me?

I mean, we're the Technoboys, okay?

Not the "Technoboys and girls."

You know? I mean, you were the bad boy.

Look, when I left Technoboys,

I said to myself, "I'll never dance

those stupid choreographies again..."

Hey, have some respect.

Those were Mexican pop classics, Charlize.

Silen...

But I'll do it.

And... I mean, Charlize,

don't anarchists have something

like artistic integrity?

My only artistic integrity

is to be a thorn in the scrotum

of the bourgeoisie.

And you're going to help me.

sh*t.

When do we start?

Well, the day has officially come.

Welcome, guys.

-"Welcome, folks."

-"Welcome, folks."

-What?

-We use inclusive language.

No, that's bullshit, okay?

We're in a professional environment, okay?

Let's not talk like idiots,

for God's sake.

Inclusive language, Alan.

Baby, it's just that we're not all

straight white men.

Talk however the f*ck you want outside.

At work, we will try to speak

like normal people

and not destroy our language.

What do we think, Charlize?

Does inclusive language bother you?

-No.

-No one minds inclusive language, right?

But it's dangerous

not to be inclusive, love.

-What?

-Nothing, my boy.

Great. So, can we move on

to the next item on the agenda?

Dude!

Dude!

Just look at them!

Bunch of f*ggots. How long has it been

since I've seen you b*stards?

What's up, f*cking Leo, m*therf*cker?

f*cking hippie, dude.

-My beautiful friend.

-Hey, kiss my willy.

Ouch, you idiot!

-Georgie boy.

-How are you?

I finally see your face, eh?

Yeah, you don't say. My face and...

What's up? How are you?

-Hey!

-Freddy!

-You look pretty, eh, as*h*le?

-Thanks.

Pretty f*cked up!

-f*gg*t.

-Oh, stop it, dude!

Hey, so, I'm sorry for the delay.

I was at the gym.

Shut up.

I'm lifting 100 kilos with each arm, dude.

-That's great.

-What's up with the gyms in Mexico?

They're full of f*ggots.

I had to put my shirt on

so they wouldn't drool.

Yes. Uh, Freddy,

it's great...

It's good to see you, but...

What the hell?

What?

Well...

With...

Oh, this?

Well, no, the thing is,

a few years ago, I...

During a bullfight, I was gored by a bull

in my an*s.

-In the an*s?

-Yeah, but I didn't like it.

Are you sure?

If you liked it, that's okay.

No way. I'm as manly as ever, okay?

Anyway, it'll be great to set foot

on stage again with you b*stards.

-"Set foot."

-Yeah.

Well, we...

we'll have to work out the issue

of the choreographies, right? But...

-Yes.

-That's what show business needs now.

Projects like this one, with family songs

that transmit values.

Not flamboyant songs

made by the snowflake generation

that only talk

about how they love to be f*cked.

Well, let me stop you there, dear.

The thing is,

it's key that we reach these new audiences

in order to stay relevant.

Exactly. What George means

is that our new target audience

would be the millennials, see?

I call them "faggotenials."

Don't get confused, Georgie.

What society needs

is masculine role models, right?

Manly men.

Real men.

That's what Technoboys stands for.

The old school.

Techno-boys, m*therf*ckers!

First, thanks to the entertainment press

for being here.

You have always been very professional

and very respectful of our personal lives.

We're very happy to be back,

as you can see.

Charlie... Charlize, even had an update.

Okay.

Good morning.

Carlos Muoz from El Maanazo.

-Hi, Carlos, how are you?

-Could be better.

Alan, will there be a new album?

That's right, Carlos.

We're preparing our new album,

our new recording material,

which will have all our remastered hits,

including "TechnoBoyfriend,"

"Robotic Love," "Booby Byte..."

-They're gaining hundreds of followers.

-...and other classics.

We're also preparing the reunion tour,

which will be called Software/Hardcore,

representing the duality

of each Technoboy and each TechnoFan.

Thank you.

-Thank you. Babyface?

-Babyface.

What can you tell us

about the rumors about your addictions?

Did you forgive Alan?

-How are you? Good morning.

-Of course not.

I will never forgive that ungrateful jerk.

So?

Wasn't the Technoboys brand name

registered under your name?

This whole situation

has me very upset.

You, making albums without me,

the hits that don't come

like they used to...

I'm distracted.

And I forgot to renew the damn name!

No, no, no.

Melena should be respected, papi.

There's no room for that here, eh?

There's no room for violence here.

Are you crazy?

You can't deny it

You couldn't help it

You looked at me and you lost

Against my sensuality

I danced for you and you...

Holy sh*t.

Hi, Alan.

Papi, I'm so glad

that Technoboys are back!

From the resistance,

I wish you justice and dignity.

I will be your TechnoBoyfriend

I will be your TechnoBoyfriend

I will be your...

ARE YOU READY?

Talk to me, papi.

Number Juan, my brother.

It's so good to hear from you.

I need a big favor.

We have changed so much,

but our flavor remains the same.

SPICY

Don't be shy, mami. Come closer.

A little closer.

ROOTS

Just like that.

Now, soap me up, baby.

SPICY

ROOTS

SPICY ROOTS

We are

The Spicy Roots!

Soap me up, baby

Cut it.

Wait, you, cut it!

Cut it.

Thank you, you know how it is.

Well, hello, mamis. Welcome.

Thanks for being here, brother.

Thanks for having us.

We're pumped, we're very happy.

We have the scoop.

The Spicy Roots have decided

to rewrite all our material,

and create eight new tracks

for our new album,

Woke!

-Number Juan, Carlos Muoz, El Maanazo.

-Spill it, papi.

Why now when your old rivals,

the Technoboys, are back?

Are we witnessing the comeback

of two iconic '90s groups?

Or perhaps also an old rivalry?

I open this thread.

-What?

-Hell, man. What are you talking about?

-What are you talking about? You're lost.

-No, my love, no. You're so wrong.

No, this is just a coincidence,

you know what I mean?

We have never, brother, never, ever,

had anything against the Technoboys.

It's the most absolute truth.

They've never been competition for us.

-Guess who went shopping?

-Guess who went shopping?

You look... wow.

-I look like a stripper.

-Not at all.

One that charges $20 for a private dance.

Shut up, legionnaire.

Sis, don't you think

that a trans woman

with a social conscience and sisterhood

shouldn't talk like that

about sex workers?

Don't f*ck with me, okay? Preppy-hippie.

-You know what?

-What?

How about a mask?

-A mask?

-With sequins.

To make a fool of myself?

Like this bullfighter?

-Do you want to mess with me, as*h*le?

-No, honey, you want to mess with me.

Hey, hey!

-We're screwed!

-f*ck you.

-Look.

-How are you, my people?

Here it goes,

just to clear up the rumors, okay?

The only thing worse than nostalgia

is being a f*cking as*h*le

who rides a trend like any other wimp.

Oh, yeah! Spicy Roots!

Feminism!

Woke!

Yeah, right! Come on, man.

"Let me rewrite all my lyrics about asses

and t*ts to deconstruct myself, dude."

-f*ck you, Number Juan.

-Did he say "t*ts"?

And you know what?

You are pusillanimous, man.

If you know what that means,

since you didn't go to school.

You didn't go to school,

so maybe you don't.

But some of us got our GED,

so we can talk about other stuff.

Want to talk about art?

Let's talk about Technoboys.

Want to talk about real pop music?

Let's talk about Technoboys.

Want inclusion? We have it all, dude.

We have cripples, dude,

we have transvestites.

We have immigrants.

Even the president

of the fan club has a lisp.

-So don't mess with me.

-Son of a b*tch.

-Turn it off.

-If you don't like my country...

He went too far, dude.

What's up?

-What is it?

-Look at him.

Give me your cellphone, baby.

What?

Social media is hurting you.

Give me your cell.

I'm not giving it to you.

-Give it.

-What's wrong with you? No, what the hell?

-Calm down.

-Let me go, f*cking Babyface!

-f*ck you, dude!

-You can't move.

I hate you, f*cking old man.

No! Let me go!

-Let go! No!

-Easy. It's for your own good.

-Calm down!

-f*ck!

f*ck! Let me go!

Your mom's undocumented!

What the f*ck am I doing here?

Insensitive assholes!

Go f*ck yourselves!

Sons of b*tches!

I don't give a f*ck

about the '90s Pop Tour!

Assholes!

Breathe, dude. Count to ten, as*h*le.

I'm sorry, brothers.

I feel a very weird vibe to this reunion.

I'd better leave.

-No. Hey.

-Wait, Leo, no.

Leo, don't even think...

When my time comes...

I will be here.

Remember.

No, dude.

Remember.

Leo?

What the f*ck?

-He took my necklace.

-sh*t!

He was an alien, dude.

-He really is enlightened.

-Leo!

Perfect. Just perfect, dude.

We lost a member.

I guess you're happy now, huh?

I mean, you see what you're doing?

-This is just what I was afraid of.

-What?

You're letting Masiosare provoke you.

So, what should I do? Keep quiet?

-Yes, when you don't know any better.

-What are you talking about, George?

About "the cr*pple," for example.

That's not the ideal term.

-"Disabled."

-Okay.

"tr*nsv*stite"? Are you stuck in 1995?

Charlize is a "trans woman."

Stop it, George. Stop it.

I don't give a sh*t, man.

-The Internet is eating you alive.

-Really?

Let's see. What does that mean, dude?

#AlanToxicMachoMan.

#ThemAgainstAlan.

#They'reWithCharlize.

#They'reWithCharlize?

Dude, this is your account!

You wrote this, you f*cking traitor!

f*ck, George!

I sympathize with her.

"Charlize this, Charlize that."

You won't stop talking about Charlize.

You're turning her

into the Yoko Ono of the Technoboys.

I am deeply offended

by what you just said.

Alan?

Hello, Melena, how are you?

I'm good. What a surprise. You?

Right? It's been a while, hasn't it?

Obviously, I just wanted to say hello

and thank you for your message.

You're so kind.

Thanks for keeping an eye on the group.

We haven't really talked, Mely,

because things have been crazy.

I mean, I'm writing my memoir,

we're working on a symphonic concert

with the Technoboys' greatest hits.

But, I mean, now Technoboys

is making a strong comeback, you know?

And I read somewhere

that you're also working independently.

I thought that...

I mean, I figured

that maybe it's a good time to...

well, to close the cycle, you know?

What do you mean?

Yeah, I mean,

our unfinished story, you know?

I mean, the duet. I mean,

do our duet really well, to revive it...

Our duet? What duet?

From the festival.

The one in Cholula,

of course you remember.

Of course, the music festival, yes.

But, Alan, baby,

why would you want to revive it?

Because it was cool, wasn't it?

Oh, no, Alan, it was nothing.

No, I mean, well, it was good, but...

Besides, that was Masiosare's idea.

And for me,

that song... is from a different time,

when I wasn't racially conscious,

you know?

Okay, okay, okay. Well...

I mean,

I didn't know you felt that way about it.

But it doesn't have to be that song...

I'm sorry, but the thing is, look,

as a woman of color,

my actions must be aligned with my music.

In a way, Melena is the voice

of her people, you know?

And I, well...

It goes against my agenda

to collaborate with...

Well, with men like you, baby.

So,

it's bad for you

to do a duet with me?

No. It's bad for our struggle.

Yeah. I get it, it must be hard

to understand from your white privilege.

-All right, of course.

-Yeah.

Mely, I mean, dude,

it sucks that things are exactly the same.

I mean, since your husband

is collaborating with

the stupid Spicy Roots b*stards again,

that's going to be your hype. Right.

Alan, right now,

your white fragility is reacting.

-What fragility? What are you saying?

-It must be hard. I hear you.

It's hard to be a white star

when the revolution

is awakening the people.

-What people?

-Alan.

It's time to share the microphone.

What microphone?

We can have two microphones.

To share it with those

that have been oppressed for 500 years.

Oppre...?

Mely, you and I have a history

that we have to honor.

-Fans have waited for years...

-Resistance and defiance, Alan.

Alan? Why are you asking about Alan?

I'm not asking you about Alan,

I'm asking about the video

of the Cholula Music Festival.

There was a video.

Recorded with a Handycam

by a farmer from Tehuacn, yes.

And was it destroyed?

I threw the tape

into the Nevado de Toluca crater myself.

As well as all the discarded material

from your artistic career.

Are you sure?

If anyone has ever cared...

No.

If anyone cares about your image, it's me.

That little video

was always very dangerous.

-Yes.

-And it would destroy you now.

Yes.

But don't worry.

Who's got your back?

Masi has my back.

Who's got your back?

Masi has my back.

Masi has my back.

Technoboys has to come back strong!

Even without Leo.

Cheer up, folks. We're four now.

Like the Beatles, like the Ninja Turtles.

And let your weakness

be your greatest strength.

-How about this move?

-Hey!

Looks good.

What's up, bros?

-"Bros"?

-Yeah, bros.

What's with that earring?

It's cool, isn't it?

Are you a f*g now, man?

Obviously not.

Okay, I'll get right to the point.

You might have noticed that last night

I posted a video on my IG

telling the world

about that ungrateful junkie Leo's exit.

Then, a miracle happened, bros.

I got a DM from a fan

singing and dancing to all our songs.

And the rest is history.

Are you ready for success?

Meet Jay.

Hiya!

Jay

is the new Technoboy.

What the hell?

Jay is everything

we didn't know we needed.

Jay arrived unannounced and k*lling it.

I've been a fan since I was a baby, bros.

My mom used to play all your CDs.

Is that so?

Bros! It's a great story, come on.

I mean, "Technoboys, the boy band

that recruits their number one fan." Yeah!

Does George know about this?

Dude, of course.

What do you say? A "Let's go, bros"?

Bring it. "Let's go, bros"!

-And... let's go, bros!

-And... let's go, bros!

Baby, my ATV is turned on

Hold on to me on the incline

I'll take you home and then you'll see

How your parents will love me

Come, I invite you to shake the champagne

On top of the table

In the trendy nightclub

Tear the buttons off my silk shirt

Luxury cars, I have a collection

Your white sheets are missing my cologne

I am a temptation for you

My lips have become your obsession

I would like to kiss you, but don't

But don't fall in love

TechnoBoyfriend

I will be your TechnoBoyfriend

I will be your TechnoBoyfriend

I will be your TechnoBoyfriend

-Yeah, dude!

-Wonderful!

-Wonderful!

-Yeah, bros!

-Badass, bro.

-Very good.

sh*t, bro!

Amazing.

Friends, I want

to share something with you.

As you know,

for many years...

Well, all my life, I'd been looking for

a guide,

an inspiration for what I feel.

For what I am.

And, well, obviously,

I used to look online

and watched Cristina.

But it wasn't until a very special person

showed up

that I decided to throw myself

into the gender spectrum,

and acknowledge that we are fluid,

that we are magic,

that we are light, that we are a mystery.

So today, I break my own glass ceiling.

And I'm no longer exclusively male

nor exclusively female.

Now...

Now, my gender is fluid.

I'm gender-fluid.

And I'm no longer George.

As of today,

I'm Gio.

Gio.

What the f*ck are you saying, man?

-Who are they?

-"He!"

Hey, so, did you become a f*gg*t, dude?

It's called "gender-fluid." Gender...

I think I'm a l*sbian.

George, seriously,

you're not a f*cking l*sbian!

I don't expect you to understand me, Alan.

Dude, how the f*ck

will you ask for funding for the tour

dressed like that?

Don't be a bigot.

It's not good for you or the world.

Oh, yeah? And what you do

is good for Technoboys? Huh?

Are you willing to throw it all away

just to... dress up with Charlize?

Why do you think

this is my first time dressing like this?

Have you spent the night?

Have you seen my room?

You mean you've dressed like this before?

Do you even care?

I get you, love.

You don't have to explain anything

to these morons

who think it's all skirts and pants and...

Darling,

welcome.

Thanks, Charlize.

From the heart.

Jay, welcome.

You're very handsome, like Alan said.

Hey, I didn't say that.

Thank you, friend.

Well, continue rehearsing,

because today we have a TV interview.

-Wow.

-No, we've rehearsed enough.

-There's an interview?

-We have a TV interview.

-When?

-I just said. Today.

The sun is up, and you wake up

All your dreams are here

Come and learn what can become

Here we show you what to see

The door is open

Enter and wake up with Coquis

Bravo!

Good morning! What a beautiful morning!

Today, we have a very special surprise

for all the ladies.

Our first guests

have changed a lot.

A round of applause,

please, for Technoboys.

Technoboys!

Welcome.

Welcome.

We missed them terribly, didn't we?

What a pleasure to have you here.

-Alan...

-Thanks.

...you were always the leader of Technoboys.

-That's right.

-What can we expect from this comeback?

First, thank you, Coquis Topete,

for having us on your show.

We're very happy about this comeback.

It's one of the greatest comebacks

in pop music.

And what can we expect?

I think people can expect all our bytes,

all our megas, all our teras

of commitment that we've been known for.

And I also think

fans can expect us to cover them

with this Wi-Fi of rhythm and techno.

That's great! Keeping it real!

And you have a new member.

-Darling, what's your name?

-Jay.

Jay. Welcome, Jay.

Hiya.

We love him.

Hey... Hold on,

because my producer is telling me...

There's a surprise.

Today, we have the works.

He is telling me that the Technoboys

are not the only idols of yesteryear

that are with us today.

Let's hear it

for the wonderful Spicy Roots!

Surprise?

Why are they here?

SPICY ROOTS!

FROM PUERTO RICO TO THE WORLD

Such testosterone, guys!

Coquis wants to go with you!

You're going with them.

-You're going.

-You're ready, papi!

Good to have you here, Number Juan.

No, thank you. Thanks for having us.

We're really excited

that we're all backed...

"Backed." Learn to speak, as*h*le.

-Sorry?

-It's "back," dumbass.

Oh, the thing is, papi,

there's freedom of speech.

We can say it however.

We speak properly here.

So, you were saying?

Nothing, we're really pumped

that they're back too.

It makes this very special, really.

Of course, we're realizing...

I mean, it was a rumor,

but now we have confirmed it.

There's a quarrel between you,

there's a feud.

We would like if, on this episode

of Wake Up with Coquis,

you'd give us

the gift of making amends.

Of course.

-Make amends!

-Make amends!

-Good, Charlize!

-Yes, of course!

-Of course!

-Make amends!

-Good, honey.

-Of course.

-Make amends!

-Make amends!

-Make amends!

-Make amends!

-Here we are. You know how it is.

-Make amends!

Kiss! Kiss!

A little kiss, papi.

Just on the cheek!

What a...

What a beautiful moment

that will stay engraved

in the history of this show.

-Thanks so much.

-Thank you.

-You know we are... The Spicy Roots!

-The Spicy Roots!

And we're always on the radio,

you know, we're always clear.

And we have a surprise.

-A surprise?

-That's right.

What do you mean?

You know how it is!

Boom! There's a surprise.

We're working on some new tracks

with someone very special to all of us,

and she is here.

She's here in the studio, my friends.

-What? Another surprise.

-Yes.

That's right.

For you all, the one and only,

the incomparable,

Melena!

Let's go!

Hi.

-Ambush.

-What will the song be called?

Ambush!

Ambush!

Ambush!

-Ambush! Ambush!

-Be quiet, dude.

You want to collaborate

with these f*cking talentless assholes

and not with me?

I loved you, Melena!

I loved you and you broke my heart!

And you chose money over love!

-Get a grip!

-And you left me depressed!

ALAN LOSES CONTROL

HE GOES FROM BAD TO WORSE!

Masi, this has to stop.

Your obsession with destroying Alan

makes no sense.

But you said this is what I had to do.

Bring The Spicy Roots back,

bring my concept to the 21st century.

Yes, papi,

but this is a revoluo of love.

Of love and corao.

Not ambushes on daytime TV shows.

Alan is a human being too.

He is a child. Just... Leave him alone!

Okay, yes.

I'm sorry, baby boo,

I was a vulgar, toxic, macho man.

A vulgar,

toxic, macho man.

Yes, like those men

that we have both been fighting for years.

-You will text Alan and apologize.

-Yes, I will write to him.

And not just for us,

but for our entire tribe.

Well...

Bye.

Honey, thank you for recording

these tracks with The Spicy Roots

and for recording again for me.

Despite my whiteness.

Okay.

I missed this big guy.

I can't wait to be open about this,

without lies.

I want to go out with you

so you can grab me.

-Soon, baby.

-Like you want.

Out in the open.

Soon, soon.

-Yes, papi, come here.

-In fact, I have a plan.

Oh, yeah? What's your plan?

To f*ck me? What's your plan?

But first, I have

an important confession to make, my love.

Tell me.

It's my biggest secret, okay?

And it's important to keep it that way,

that not even Masiosare knows about it,

baby. Otherwise... Boom!

Pop.

The plan goes to sh*t.

Okay.

What is it?

I'm not from Puerto Rico!

-No?

-No.

I lied.

I'm really from Villahermosa, Tabasco.

I lied about my spicy roots

so they'd let me join the group.

But... pop! My love, it's all right.

What? Nothing happened here.

When we disappear from here,

there, in my hometown,

no one will find us, my love, no one!

Why would we disappear, papi?

Listen, papi, don't get confused, okay?

Don't get confused, listen to me.

Melena is a global brand.

She's an international star.

How many years

do you think Melena has left?

A lot, about three?

Some 20, 30 years. How much do you think

Melena makes in a year, papi?

Well...

I'm a partner at Masiosare Records,

I have my own brand of sportswear...

Twerk with Melena.

...my brand of face cream...

-Melanin Melena.

-Melanin Melena.

Papi, why would I want to disappear?

Are you crazy?

I'm sorry, mami, I'm sorry.

My bad.

You know

I am a helpless romantic, my love.

-Will you forgive me, baby?

-No, stop it.

Forgive me, my love, just forgive me

Plus, we have a house there,

in case we need it.

Yes?

In Tabasco?

In beloved Tabasco.

How many rooms does your house have?

It has... one.

Just one?

Two.

-It has three...

-No, just two.

Okay, pop.

This place is about to get lit.

Come on, bro, cheer up.

We have a boy band to fight for.

I'm hurt, bro.

Like a deer on the plains,

at the mercy of the claws

of that cold lioness.

This will pass, bro. It will pass.

Really.

Tell me something, bro.

Do the youth think it's wrong

that I'm still in love with Melena?

That I don't forgive her betrayal?

I'm from another generation.

Am I behaving like a stinky man-child?

They're posting hurtful stuff on Twitter.

No, bro, not at all. The youth get you.

Honestly,

it's not politically correct to say this,

but everyone knows that Melena

is a social-climbing sl*t.

Okay.

-No, I'll just call her.

-No, bro, don't do it.

Don't do it, don't hurt yourself, bro.

f*ck, you're right, Jay.

You're a great friend, dude.

You're a great bro.

You know what?

Let's forget about everything tonight.

Let's have fun as bros.

I don't know, dude.

I'd like to get eight hours of sleep.

-It's almost 9:00.

-Look, I have M.

Molly.

-MDMA?

-Oh, got it.

Don't, bro...

No, that's okay.

Here comes the beer, here comes the beer!

Dude, holy sh*t, this sh*t is crazy, bro.

I feel my legs

like they're super powerful, man.

And you know what? Let's get... Let's get...

Let's get really drunk, really wasted.

It's cool, dude.

You were right, this place is great.

They only play nice, good music, man.

No reggaeton or that sh*t for assholes.

I told you, it's music from your time.

No, and modern music too, dude.

Modern but cool, man.

They play Drake, Paty Cant, Camila.

Pop music's greatest stars.

Yeah, but not as good as some I know.

Bro...

Bro, dude.

You've got nice eyes, bro. What...?

It's so cool that you're my bro, man.

Honestly, it's been

a f*cking discovery, Jay.

I mean, you'll be my bro forever, bro.

-Yeah, bro.

-Forever, man.

It's crazy, bro.

I was feeling super low a while ago,

and all of a sudden, I got a f*cking rush.

You know what? I feel like we're geniuses.

Hell yeah!

We're geniuses.

f*cking Masiosare takes all the credit.

But the only thing that as*h*le did

was bring us together, man.

I mean, all the cool ideas were mine, man.

The techno sh*t, man, the cyber sh*t, man.

Masiosare didn't even know

how to go online.

-Totes.

-And f*cking Melena.

Saying our duet wasn't

the most magical thing she did.

It was the highlight of her career.

The best thing she did in her career, bro.

Listen, bro, I have to tell you something

because we're bonding.

-We're having a cool moment.

-Yes, yes, yes.

I have a copy of the video of your duet

at the Cholula Music Festival.

Are you sure, bro?

-Yes.

-No sh*t.

I got it from the deep web a while ago.

It was hard, but I got it.

Are you sure, bro?

Bro.

Memory. Memory, bro.

Sometimes it tricks us

even worse than toxic exes.

Honestly, it wasn't as cool

a collaboration as you remember.

It may be best if no one sees it.

Okay.

Can I see it?

-It's already in your inbox.

-Okay.

-Yeah.

-Good.

-I'm going to pee.

-Sure.

Bloody hell, blokes! That was brilliant!

I'm chuffed to bits! Thank you!

Thanks, Cholula!

Thanks! It's like a dream!

Bloody hell, blokes! That was brilliant!

I'm chuffed to bits! Thank you!

Bloody hell, blokes! That was brilliant!

I'm chuffed to bits! Thank you!

Thanks, Cholula!

Really, thanks, Mexico!

You lot are bloody amazing! Bloody hell!

I'm not lying, it's true.

They make an alligator gar to die for.

I've been going to this restaurant

in Tabasco since I was five.

Ah... Honey?

What's up, honey? What's wrong?

Okay. Hey! Talk to me. I'm here.

-No way.

-No... Honey, what's wrong?

Tell me, I mean...

Okay!

-Honey... No!

-No!

-Alan?

-Well, well...

So that's what it took

for you to come crawling back, right?

Baby, where did you get that video?

That's what you're ashamed of, Melena?

You're embarrassed to speak

like our ancestors.

No! Just, where did you get that video?

So you're embarrassed

to do a cover

of one the greatest Spanish pop songs

because it's from a band

from our motherland?

Is that it, Melena? Is that it?

Shut up!

-Don't shut me up, Melena.

-Sorry.

-Don't talk to me like that.

-Sorry. Alan. Baby. Listen to me. Look.

-These are old mistakes.

-Oh, yeah.

Okay, everybody talked like Spaniards

in the '90s.

Fey did it, Paulina did it,

Hugo Snchez. Do you remember

how Hugo Snchez did it? Everybody did it.

And listen,

besides me not being the only one,

Masiosare forced me...

No, wait, Masiosare... No.

Masiosare never forced you

to do sh*t, Melena.

You always did whatever

the f*ck you wanted. You know what?

Now I get what's going on.

That's why, for that reason alone,

you wanted to destroy our legacy.

Blimey mate,

we don't have a bloody legacy!

Alan, baby, I beg you

not to show that video to anyone.

Why would you show it?

Why? Why not upload it?

Why are you so afraid of me uploading it?

What's the worst that can happen?

That your image is destroyed?

That which you have so carefully curated

with your army of 77 publicists?

You know what I'll do, Melena?

I'll upload it.

See you on social media.

-No. Alan.

-So everyone can see you're a hypocrite.

Listen to me. My credibility as the leader

of the Tribe movement would plummet!

"We Are Tribe..."

That's all you care about. "We Are Tribe."

I care about you. Baby, I care about you.

No, that's not... Alan...

Alan, come over to the house for dinner.

You know what? No, Melena.

You know what? Shame and dignity.

No, I don't...

All right!

Now that you're enjoying this great song,

we have a surprise for you.

We've just been informed that none other

than Alan from Technoboys is in the house!

Alan!

Yes!

Alan!

Come on, man!

Dance! Dance! Dance!

It's a metallic love

Enigmatic

Filled with electricity

Robotic love

Wires mix

Short circuit

Come on, baby, let's connect

High tension between you and me

You're caching my megabytes

Don't unplug my heart

Feel my sensors

Full of sensuality

I'm the only one on my team

Programmed to love

You turn me on

You light me up

You make me grind

You have the oil

And I want to lubricate

It's a metallic love

Enigmatic

Filled with electricity

Robotic love

Wires mix

Short circuit

Come on, baby, let's connect

Dude! Bro!

-Holy sh*t! You know all our moves.

-Hell yeah, bro.

Enigmatic

Supersonic

Problematic

Robotic love

Alan! Alan! Alan!

Take care. Thank you, dude.

What a f*cking cool night, bro.

-It was amazing, bro.

-I told you, bro.

-It was crazy.

-Can you give me a ride? I live nearby.

You also live here in Condesa, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, sh*t.

-I'm still high as a kite, bro.

-I can't even tell.

-I'll watch your back.

-I can't see straight.

-Whatever. Let's go.

-Sure.

I'm a little disoriented, man.

Didn't we already pass through here?

-No. Make a right.

-You sure, bro?

Yes.

Straight ahead.

Didn't we already pass that OXXO, bro?

-No, there are a lot of those.

-Is my jaw too tight?

-Bro.

-What?

Check that out.

What the hell?

You were played again. That sucks.

What the hell?

I'm sorry, bro.

f*cking b*tch.

What's he doing?

sh*t. sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

What are you doing, dude?

Alan?

Alan.

Alan!

Al...

Go, the cops will get us.

-Dude, Melena!

-No!

Gotta check on her.

I reported the accident.

They'll be okay. Let's go.

No, we gotta check on her.

-No, bro!

-What, dude?

Nobody can see us here

or Technoboys is over.

Let's go.

f*ck, dude.

f*ck, bro! Why did you swerve, as*h*le?

-You were going to hit them.

-No, dude.

I just wanted to scare them, dude.

f*ck. We have to...

No, we have to wait for the police, dude.

We have to... Get rid of the Molly, dude.

Get rid of the Molly.

We'll explain what happened, dude.

And it's going to be fine, dude. It's...

Alan.

Alan!

What happened, dude?

You fainted, bro.

Where... Where are we, bro?

Where are we, dude?

We're good for now,

but we must make sure we left no trace.

-We must go back, do things right.

-Don't, bro.

Bro, we have to save you.

We have to save Technoboys.

-No way.

-The accident is online.

-This just happened. Superstar Melena...

-She's okay, bro.

Melena is okay, bro.

-Oh, f*ck, dude.

-Yes, they don't mention us.

Oh, f*cking hell. Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

sh*t.

-What?

-A car that apparently...

-There's a video.

-Of what?

...Alan, a former Technoboy, confirmed...

f*ck!

...video on social media,

where a sticker is clearly visible...

sh*t.

...on the rear of the aggressor's car,

that says,

"Alan, from Technoboys on board."

f*cking Yanetn and her f*cking stickers!

-f*ck me, bro!

-Bro, we have to hide.

-f*ck!

-We have to hide, bro.

-f*ck... No.

-Yes.

No, you'll be fine, dude.

You're okay. I have to hide.

-No one will look for you.

-No, bro. Listen to me.

I can't leave you like this.

In life, things happen between bros.

This is one of those things.

Jay, listen to me, dude. I know that you...

you would be willing to do that

and more for me, bro, but honestly,

the best thing right now, bro,

is that we go our separate ways, bro.

-No.

-Yes. And that you don't know where I am.

Because if I fall, bro,

I want to fall alone.

Glory and downfall, bro,

are experienced alone.

You're the samurai of pop.

Jay,

you made me believe in myself again.

Thanks for that, bro.

But I think the best thing right now

is for you to leave.

-Leave, bro.

-No.

Leave and don't look back, bro.

Leave, dude!

Leave, bro! Leave!

Hide well,

sensei.

What the hell?

What the hell?

sh*t.

Coqui flash.

We have breaking news about the attack

on Melena and my friend, Number Juan.

Cue the images.

Unfortunately,

we were victims of a homicidal attack

by Alan from Technoboys,

who, blinded by his toxic masculinity,

tried to crash his car into ours.

Will you sue...

That's not all.

A few hours earlier, Alan himself

tried to blackmail me

by posting a video

of an event from my past.

Tribe, I want to take this opportunity

to apologize for the video

I just uploaded to my social media.

But Melena cannot allow

a man who clearly

has never been to therapy

to use my learning experiences

to harm me, no sir!

So I take back control...

by uploading this same video

to my social media

as a testimony

to freedom, justice,

and dignity for the people.

And Alan, if you're watching this,

stop the hate.

Come to your senses,

listen to your corao

and embrace the revoluo.

You were right to listen to me

and make those statements.

If the Tribe doesn't understand, well,

we can always go back home

to unpretentious pop.

What?

"What Melena did today

was an act of liberation

from the patriarchal yoke."

What?

"Speaking like a Spaniard,

in part, is part

of a decolonization process

that we all face."

"Melena is a woman

who celebrates her imperfections

and reclaims them in a victorious song..."

"Girl power."

What if he's sent to jail?

He won't last a day.

That b*stard looks

like a f*cking scarecrow.

I'll get it.

Dear God,

please don't let them cancel

the '90s Pop Tour.

Hello? Technoboys' headquarters.

Polar Bear looking for Walrus.

What did you say?

This is Polar Bear looking for Walrus.

Man, look, go mess with the biggest sl*t

in your house, as*h*le.

-Who is it? Who is it, baby?

-An as*h*le looking for a walrus.

as*h*le...

-This is Walrus. Over.

-This is Polar Bear.

We need to break the ice. Over.

-Affirmative, Polar Bear. Over.

-Eskimos to the igloo.

I repeat, the Eskimos

must go to the igloo. Over.

Copy. Over.

One question, has Baby Seal

established contact? Over.

Negative, no news of Baby Seal.

Over.

Okay, I'll ask Mrs. Polar Bear

to bring fish for the guys. Over.

For the people. Over.

f*ck you. Over.

No, f*ck you. Over and out.

What's up, man?

Antarctic code, baby.

We use it to distract the paparazzi.

And who the f*ck is the baby seal?

Jay.

TechnoBabies, Alan needs us.

-Let's go, then.

-Wait!

-It's full of reporters out there.

-Ironic, isn't it?

When you want it, you don't have it.

And when you do...

It'll be hard to go out like this, buddy.

Unless they don't know

who we are.

Nice!

No, no, eh?

I refuse. I will not do that.

Listen to me.

You will never, ever see me

dressed as a woman.

Hiya.

Bye. Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon.

-Bye-bye.

-Bye.

-Good afternoon.

Hey, there was really no need

for this bullshit, man.

But you look divine, my queen.

Besides, it's just to Condesa,

where Alan lives.

Alan doesn't live in "Condechi."

So, where does he live?

Go straight.

I'm so glad you came over.

Alan, I didn't know

you had so many girl friends.

The only person who comes is...

What's his name? The chamochelas guy?

George, Grandma.

Gio.

Unbearable.

-So, what's the plan?

-You'll issue a mea culpa.

Me? A mea culpa?

I didn't do anything, dude.

-Social media says you did.

-It was an accident.

There are no such things

as accidents, my love.

Baby, you're already

on the toxicmachoman.com site.

Me? Macho?

I mean, I sing and dance to house music.

I'm super cool.

I'm respectful. I listen to everyone.

-Alan.

-I listen.

I have all my savings

invested in the Technoboys,

and you still don't take me seriously

as the president of the fan club.

Baby,

I adore you.

But...

when I came out to the world

as gender-fluid,

and you didn't accept it,

it hurt here.

Pal,

you called me crippled, m*therf*cker.

Are you kidding?

Not even f*cking soap operas

say that anymore.

Look, Alan.

We understand your pain,

but you take it out on everyone.

You mock my appearance,

reinforcing Western beauty stereotypes,

fostering unrealistic expectations

of masculinity, and...

you hurt me.

Son,

can't you see the problem

is not that Melena doesn't love you?

Don't be an idiot.

You have to love yourself

so that you can return

all the love you have in front of you.

Including your grandmother's.

Okay.

Okay.

It's good to know you feel that way, but,

I mean, if I'm such a d*ck,

what the f*ck are you doing here?

Why help me? Why are you here?

Because that's what friends do.

-And for the money, too.

-And the '90s Pop Tour.

That, too.

Okay, I made mistakes, okay?

But it was an accident.

I didn't try to hit anyone's car.

I'm not like that. Period.

Baby, what would your therapist say?

-I don't have a therapist.

-Bingo.

I did not crash into anyone.

Who did, then?

Security! Security!

Where are you going, darling?

Coqui flash.

A disgraceful character has been arrested,

and made world-famous today,

after trying to m*rder my friend,

Number Juan, in his hospital room.

We have a live exclusive from prison

so Jos ngel Hernndez, aka Jay,

of the malignant pop group Technoboys,

can give us his version. Jay, go ahead.

Hiya.

Jay, may we know

what it is you have against NJ?

Nothing.

I actually like his songs.

But, Alan, my bro...

Alan? Alan, you mean the toxic Technoboy?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, the thing is,

Alan gave me the order

to k*ll Number Juan.

Because Alan hates him,

and I worship Alan.

You mean Alan

took advantage of you

being young and naive

to manipulate you and convince you

to commit a crime,

because of his unhealthy jealousy

and his obsession

with beautiful Melena?

Yes. That's how it was.

-What?

-There you have it.

-Why's he doing that?! He's my bro!

-Is that true?

f*ck, no! How can you believe that, dude?

Alan.

How can you believe

I'd be capable of such a thing?

Masiosare?

-What's going on?

-With what?

Why is that f*cking kid everywhere?

Who?

That kid, you know, Jay!

Oh, he was with that moron Alan when...

Melena...

Mely, this video is for you.

I hope you can see it.

I just want to tell you that I'm innocent.

I would never be capable

of harming you or Number Juan.

Yes, when I got access to the video

from the deep web,

I thought about posting it, but I didn't.

Melena, you know me.

I swear I'm innocent.

And my only crime

has been loving you.

How did the video get on the deep web?

The Cholula duet.

You said you had thrown it

into the Nevado de Toluca.

Who uploaded it to the deep web?

And how did Alan find it?

He can't even use Instagram.

What?

What... What are you trying to say?

Melena.

Melena!

Where are you going?

Dude...

Melena texted me.

She is on her way here.

She wants to see me.

-Now!

-What are you doing?

-Take it from him!

-No, let me go! I need to shower!

I have to exfoliate, dude! Let me go!

sh*t!

What the f*ck are you doing here,

f*cking drug-addict traitor hippie?

-I came to help you, beautiful.

-Help me with what?

We're going to do an ayahuasca ceremony

so you can dialogue with your demons.

Which, as we all know,

are many.

Is that so? "Ahuayasca," huh?

f*ck you, f*cking Leo.

-Alan.

-What?

-Alan...

-What?

If you don't do this,

you'll be the first artist I dump

before they dump me.

Do it for the group.

Do it for Technoboys.

Siblings,

we are in the presence

of the vine of the soul.

Of the God molecule.

Of the rope of death.

Let's drink.

f*cking hell.

I'm coming.

Hello, my queen! Nice to see you.

How are you? Come in, please come in.

-Hi.

-What are you doing?

We're about to begin

an ayahuasca ceremony.

You're warmly invited, come in.

We're here to find out what's going on.

-We want to know the truth.

-So do we.

Come, come in.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Melena...

Please?

Okay, let's try this again.

Are we ready?

Everyone's here?

Sorry we were late.

All right.

Let's drink.

That's it.

That's it.

Let's follow our siblings' example.

We're going to hold hands.

All right, Alan. We're listening.

Tell us your version.

On the day of the accident,

Jay was with me.

We went to a bar

to have a few cold ones, and...

we were bonding in an awesome way.

Like real bros.

And...

it was Jay who swerved into your car, NJ.

Jay?

He's a little kid

that just wanted to help.

He just wanted to help me. That's why...

That's why I couldn't blame him.

And I couldn't turn him in.

Baby?

Baby, my love, is everything all right?

Hey, man, when does this sh*t kick in?

What the f*ck?!

I can't feel my legs, dude!

f*ck that bull, man!

Forgive the bull!

Forgive the bull!

Forgive the bull!

Did they buy it, cadet?

Affirmative, General.

Good. Soon, I'll send you

the Cholula Music Festival video.

-You know what to do. Follow the plan.

-Copy.

No! Bro!

-He was a spy!

-Spy!

-Evil!

-Spy!

The penguins have left the iceberg.

-Didn't we already pass through here?

-No, make a right.

I repeat.

The penguins have left the iceberg.

When do I get what's mine?

Again?

Alan was incriminated,

the job is done, isn't it?

f*ck your promises, man.

I won't sing backup

in another sh*t project.

-The job is not over.

-I did what you asked me to do!

-I'm Judas, what more do you want?

-Number Juan.

He's alive, charming my Melena

with his f*cking technomerengue.

That's not my problem. I'm not a m*rder*r.

Well, you clearly don't have what it takes

to work in this business.

Eh? So forget

about your f*cking shitty career!

No.

Alan...

I'm sorry.

I had nothing to do with that, I swear.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I'm just horny for this b*stard.

He has a very big d*ck.

Baby, sorry for wasting so many years

with a psychopath.

-It's all right, love.

-Will you forgive me?

Yes.

I'm such an idiot!

Sorry, Melena, I've been an idiot, Melena.

Melena, I thought I loved you.

And now I realize that's not true.

Mely, please forgive me.

Forgive me, Mely.

I forgive you.

NJ,

I have nothing against you, bro.

The truth is that I'm just really jealous

because of the rumors

about your big d*ck, man,

and your k*ller hip movements, dude.

Papi, it's all good, my love. Okay?

To me, you're the real Mexican Bon Jovi,

m*therf*cker.

sh*t, f*cking Leo, dude!

What did you give us, you b*stard?

What is this?

It feels good to tell the truth.

It feels good to tell the truth.

And I have something to confess, bros.

I have a very important confession

to make.

We weren't invited to the '90s Pop Tour.

-I know! I'm sorry! Okay?

-No!

I only said it so that you would agree

to join me on this suicide mission

to try to get Melena back.

We didn't need a reason, Alan, come on.

How long have we waited

for this moment? Years!

-Wasn't it for the money?

-No.

I lied, too.

I needed

the world to see me as Charlize,

as the woman I am.

Charlize.

-That I've always been.

-Oh, Charlize.

You've always been an amazing woman, dude.

-Cry, Freddy.

-Yes, my love!

-Let it out, Freddy!

-Go, Freddy.

-Cry!

-Cry, man!

Let it out, Freddy!

Let it out, Freddy!

That's it!

That's it, Freddy! Let it out!

I'm sorry, man!

The truth is that I...

I only feel free

when I'm on stage with you.

Yes?

I can forget

all this outdated thinking bullshit.

Yes. Yes, Freddy.

-Yes.

-Charlize!

Please forgive me, dude.

Forgive me for making jokes about you.

I love you.

That night in Rio de Janeiro

was the happiest night of my life.

And just now I realize that...

that the bull was actually my teacher.

Yeah.

And when he penetrated me,

he was trying to teach me

that I have the patriarchy

embedded in my an*s.

Yes, Freddy!

That's right!

Thanks, Leo.

Thank you

for giving us this experience, really.

Thanks, Leo.

It's not free. We'll settle it later.

Thanks.

Yanetn, you're so pretty.

Dude, you have corn here.

That's it.

I'm sorry.

Yanetn, you...

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck are you doing, Alan?

What?

I'm married.

No way.

I have a 13-year-old daughter.

Really?

-Yes.

-That's awesome.

That's awesome, Yanetn.

It's awesome that you're so happy, dude.

I'm so glad

you're in such good company, dude.

I'm really glad you're...

-Gio.

-Alan.

No, don't.

-But...

-But... no.

Gio...

are you happy like this?

Yes.

Yes. I'm very happy.

That's all that matters, my friend.

-I love you.

-Yes!

-Love you more.

-This is nice, dude.

What the hell.

What a nice feeling, f*cking Leo.

I have to do something quick.

I want to send a video to Jay.

Wait a minute.

Alan, papi! Listen to me.

I want to do the duet with you, papi.

Because, you know what?

It's a hymn, papi.

A hymn of sexual equality,

of racial equality.

The people united

will never be defeated, papi.

Melena! Melena, stop it!

Stop it!

Stop appropriating

other people's struggles

that you don't even know!

That you can't experience!

You're white!

Like the clouds,

like cheese,

like milk, like that ceiling!

You are white!

White, honey, white!

Wait...

It's just...

That's a shade

that goes with my skin type,

and well, my friend,

let's learn to disagree.

-Diversity in this country...

-No! Hell no! No way!

Don't use diversity for your bullshit.

Look, Mara Elena,

I don't know why you do it.

I don't know if you do it for attention,

of which you have plenty.

I don't know if you do it

to sell more records

to dark-skinned women like me

that admire you

because we have been taught to feel

that we're ugly and unpleasant,

and in you, we see

the ideal of what it is

to be pretty and beautiful.

I'm sorry.

I get it.

-You get it now?

-Yes.

That's good.

-I can't talk any more like...?

-No. "My people..." No.

No? Okay.

It's ridiculous.

I have to learn to be myself, don't I?

Authentic.

I have to love myself, don't I?

To be myself.

-Exactly, my love.

-I get it.

I get it.

I get it now!

I have to be proud of my white heritage!

-No!

-Of my whiteness!

I don't know...

-Group hug!

-I'm white!

-Melena, Melena!

-I'm white!

-Melena, Melena!

-I'm white!

I know you were manipulated, bro.

And it's okay, bro.

It's okay, dude. It's all good.

And whatever happens, dude,

you'll always be my bro, man!

You'll always be my bro, dude!

-Say hi to Jay, dude!

-Jay, Jay, Jay!

-Jay, are you ready? We're about to start.

-We love you, bro!

And we're on the air

in five, four, three, two...

Coqui flash.

Welcome to this

Flirting With The Truth exclusive.

Your hostess, Coquis Topete, greets you.

We are broadcasting live

at the request of the person

that summoned us this morning,

Jos ngel Hernndez, aka Jay.

Jay, tell us,

what is troubling you?

I'm here to tell the truth

about Masiosare Mendoza

and my friend Alan from Technoboys.

Friend? Just yesterday you told us that...

No, I lied. I lied, Coquis Topete.

Masiosare promised me fame

if I incriminated Alan

in the m*rder of Number Juan.

Masiosare released the Technoboys name

knowing that Alan would stupidly take it

without considering why it was free.

He planned it all.

Masiosare has wanted

to get rid of Number Juan for years

because he and Melena

are having an affair.

That's why he contacted me. That's why...

Well, I was the one

who crashed Alan's car.

Buddy?

This is going to clean up your image.

Strong statements, Jay.

But... tell me something.

Are you aware that, more than a statement,

what you are telling us live

and direct to 57 countries,

is a confession for the attempted m*rder

with malice, forethought,

and advantage of a person...

twice?

Yes, Coquis Topete.

Get out of the car, Masiosare.

Don't do anything stupid!

Why are you telling the truth now?

What's in it for you?

Peace of mind.

Peace of mind, Coquis Topete.

I get peace of mind, bro.

The hits are over, Mr. Masiosare.

Goodbye.

Genius.

TechnoBoyfriend

TechnoBoyfriend

-That's it, it's good.

-Right? Of course!

-Come on!

-Come on!

Ten minutes!

-Come on.

-Let's go!

So what if there's not enough?

-Let's go.

-I love you! Thank you!

We'll put on the best show

even for three people.

I'm nervous, assholes!

Good evening.

Thanks for being here.

Cool people,

beautiful people, techno people.

I'd like to say something before we start.

When we decided to come back

with Technoboys, we all had ideas,

dreams, goals in our heads.

But in the process, we realized

that what truly matters,

what we really missed was

being together on stage.

So, for that reason,

we have decided to share the stage tonight

with two very special friends

that need no introduction.

Thanks for being here.

MELENA MARRY ME

-They're great, aren't they?

-Yes.

They'd be a big hit on the '90s Pop Tour.

Call me.

I know people.

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Thank you, Mexico!

Everyone, put your hands together!

Thank you, everybody! Thank you very much!

Viva Technoboys!