01x03 - Esmeralda

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OPEN

What do you want?

I told you I quit tattooing.

What do you mean, "why"?

I know that I owe you, but I'm not okay.

Okay.

Fine. Send me the address.

f*ck.

An artist wouldn't amount to anything
without his muse.

Go f*ck yourself!

MANCHILD

I like how it feels.

Ready, gentlemen?

-Yes. Great.
-Okay.

Let's begin.

How long do we have?

One hour and forty minutes, as usual.

Let's see if that's enough.
I really need therapy.

I think we should talk
about his little issue

because of that unsuccessful reunion.
It was awful.

It's okay. Let him talk.

I'm suffering from a broken heart.

And you don't want to talk about it?

Yes, I'm sure. Not now. Thank you.

Okay, then. Tony, go on.

This will be quick.

I'm sorry that I talk so much.
I've always done so.

I've always talked and talked.

My parents hated it.

They sent me to the neighbor's.

She was a yapper.

Always yap, yap, yap.

One day she called me "fatty."

I started crying.

And my parents, instead of defending me,
were rolling on the floor laughing.

I think that's why I resent them.
But I especially resent that old hag.

She's over a hundred years old,
but she's still kicking.

She's had cancer five times,
seven heart attacks and COVID 14 times,

but she's still alive.

There she is.
She's got more lives than Timbiriche.

Okay. Cut to the chase.

Now this thing with Esmeralda

makes me wonder
if I should start a family.

I mean, not one like Andrés'. No way.

A functional family with her,

and probably her mom, my parents,

an uncle who visits us sometimes,

and you, since you're like family to me.

Right? Don't get too excited.

Thank you for sharing.

You've just brought up
a very important subject.

Responsibility.

Now you're talking.

-Now you're speaking my language.
-No. Let's see.

If by "responsibility"
you mean being boring, I'll pass.

I don't mean that kind of responsibility.
I mean emotional responsibility.

I mean dealing with our emotions,
our feelings.

Dealing with how we react.

So should I become a dad?

Whatever you decide,

you need to take responsibility for it.

Otherwise you'd be
a victim of your own circumstances.

Okay.

I'll let you in on something, Toño.

No. It's Tony. Is that so hard?

I can't speak English today.

Growing up without a father figure

is terrible.

Look at me.

Look at how I ended up.

Look.

I don't think we should be at a bar
knowing that Aldo has issues with alcohol.

We have to leave him alone.

He won't drink if he's unconscious.

-Hold on. He got me thinking.
-What?

What if Esmeralda ends up like him?

No.

I raised my children from birth

and they're both irresponsible.

That doesn't apply to everybody.

At home, my parents would never hug me

or tell me they loved me.
They weren't nice. And I'm fine.

Fatherhood is the most wonderful gift
in the world.

I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Well, I don't have children.

But I've had many sugar babies,
and watching them grow up is incredible.

Their first poppers,

their first joints.

I want to talk to my baby.

You know what? I'll go get Esmeralda.

Who's coming?

I can't. I've got to balance the books
of the bar.

I'm coming. I need to mend my broken heart
and watching a reconciliation might help.

Thank you. Víctor, you're
the most important person here.

I am? Why?

Because you're the only one with a car.

-Yeah, right?
-Yes.

Okay, let's go!

I'll take this chance
to try out my new toy.

Twelve hundred horsepower,
leather finish, incredible rims...

What are you doing?

Come on.

Ro! Help me.

No. You got yourself into this mess,
you can get yourself out of it.

I went to medical school
to avoid dealing with numbers. Please!

My Giovani! He studied accounting
for three semesters.

He can help you.

May the god of h*m* bless you.

You mean goddess, and she's Madonna.

All right. Where are we going?

That's the problem.
I don't know where to go to.

-All right, man.
-Okay.

Let's see. How did your daughter find you?

-How should I know?
-Do you have Facebook?

-Instagram?
-I have Instagram for my dance classes.

-It's...
-Hold on.

Hey, Vicky,
please identify this Instagram user.

It's @tony-step-dumdum-shake-it-dot-em-ex.

How awful!

Rude.

Showing profile.

Let's see. Show followers.

This guy thinks he's Iron Man, doesn't he?

Showing 54 followers.

-How cute!
-That's a lot.

-That's shocking!
-You're both rude.

Let's see. Find the name Esmeralda
among the followers.

-One match.
-No way.

-It's her! You're incredible.
-See?

The hard part is finding out where she is.

-Stay calm. I'll do the worrying. Vicky.
-How?

Take a screenshot and start a live stream.

Activating streaming.

-These are my followers. Say hi.
-Hello, people!

How are you doing?

We want you to let us know
where to get some good tacos.

Can anyone tell us
where this photo was taken?

-"No."
-"That place sucks."

There it is! Vicky, Azteca Stadium.
Let's move.

Let's go.

No! Not so fast, m*therf*cker!

The phone bill is here,
but not the electricity.

-That's weird.
-Multipapelera.

Baby, tell me you miss me.

No.

Come on, don't be so proud. Admit it.

A little. Why don't you ever call me?

Gio, focus. How does it look?

You're in the red.

Is that good?

No. You're in debt.

You're losing money.

It can't be.

No wonder you got it so cheap.
You're going bankrupt.

I'm between a rock and a hard place.

There must be a solution, right?

Yes, but I doubt he'll do it.

I'm open to anything.

sh**t.

You know what?
I'd like to take Esmeralda out

to my favorite restaurants.
Just as my parents did with me.

Rarely. When they could afford it. Anyway...

sh*t, man.

Sorry.

Hold on. It's great
that your truck's smart,

luxurious and liberal,
but keep your hands on the steering wheel.

I'd like to get to Esmeralda alive.

Relax! Learn to trust technology

as well as Our Lady of Guadalupe, man.

sh*t!

I told you. Come on.

sh*t.

Damn, Vicky, you made it go up!

Playing Pornhub.
Compilation of bisexual orgies.

My heart, Vicky! I'm getting tachycardia.

How are they doing that?

Look.

No, Roberto. It's hideous.

You still have a straight man's taste.

This arrived from Oh, b*tch. What is it?

That's the drag queens' whips.
Put it on the bar, please.

Don't even think about touching them.

They get mad when they feel
somebody else's hand cream.

Did you say "drag queens"?

I told you he wouldn't like it.

Please, don't upset him.

I was just asking.

Do you want to save this place or not?

What's better than a drag show
with all the local h*m*?

I knew you couldn't stand it.

Tell me now. Three, two, one.
Can you live with it or not?

Three, two,

-one...
-Yes, I can live with it.

Hang this fabric over there
to give the place a Lebanese touch.

Yes. Lebanese.

Are you sure that this is going to
improve business?

I don't know. I just felt like partying.

You're evil, Teresa.

I'm the worst.

Yes, I'm fine.

I can imagine the headlines.

"Uranium 21 member k*lled
by furious tenant."

Man, relax! We have Tony with us,
the king of the hood.

I may not be blond
but that doesn't mean that I know them.

I don't see any taco places around.

We should ask around.

To whom?

No.

-No way.
-No.

I'll wait here.

-Relax.
-I'll wait here.

What's up?

Are you working at the party?

What?

What are you working on?

He's looking for a fight. Break his bones.

Hold on. We're not looking for trouble.

But we are.

Do you see his truck?

What's up, dude?

-I'll trade you my bike for your truck.
-They're worth the same.

That piece of crap?

A hundred and fifty cubic centimeters,
14 horsepower.

-No way, man.
-What?

-Let's race, then.
-Police!

Police!

There's a blondie in danger!

Run!

-Take it easy.
-All right.

He started it, Officer.

Officer, can I please talk to my lawyer?

At the station.

Son of a b*tch.

Why? They started it.

You! You started it, man.

I just stopped to say hi. Wait.

I said hi and... Hold on.

-They took him.
-Get in.

-Get in.
-I can't drive.

Neither can I. What do we do?

We Uber.

Uber? Let's go.

He's beating me up
and no one is helping me!

Hold on, man. Enough.

Don't scratch me, you f*ck.

Elvis...

What a mess we're in.

We used to be so happy
in my private clinic.

Did I f*ck up? You would know.

You've witnessed vasectomies,
prostate check-ups.

In other words, that used to be my life.

Hello?

Hi, Lau.

Andrés?

What do you want? I'm busy.

I was wondering
how you and the kids are doing.

If you want to know, ask them yourself.

Do they miss me?

I have to go. We'll talk later, okay?

By the way, don't forget
to pay for their tuition

on the first of every month
or they won't get let in.

Big guy! The drag queens are here.

What are you doing?

-Nothing.
-No!

Big guy.

You remind me so much of myself.

I used to be like you.
I didn't know what I wanted.

I didn't know who I was

until I tried ancient medicine.

And that's how I learned
that what I wanted was p*nis.

To be happy, you have to be yourself.

As the doctor said,
we have to be responsible for ourselves.

Easier said than done.

Of course you are.
Have you always been like this?

A tall, unfashionable guy
with no sense of humor.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You're right.

Life is too short to be unhappy.

Yeah!

As Celia Cruz would say,
"Life is a carnival."

Come, let's go get drunk.

-I shouldn't ask.
-No.

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All right.

All right.

So we have someone narcissistic,
someone famous,

someone seductive, a prudish man,
and a g*y.

-Yes.
-Clichés. All of them.

You asked for menchildren, didn't you?

Look, Regina. I understand
this is just the first chapter,

but we've seen this before.

TikTok is full of guys like these.

So embarrassing.
A guy over forty on TikTok.

It's like seeing a man
over forty wearing braces.

Why?

It sells, right?

Yes, but not like that.
Not without a good reason.

Listen, Regina.
You really need to think this through.

Get to know them beyond therapy.
Get involved with them.

I don't get involved with my patients.

You don't have to f*ck them.

But if all you write about is the therapy,
we'll have the same problem.

Boring technical terms.

Get to know them. Coexist with them.

They're not criminals.

What a great title, Manchild.

I love it.

Do you know who I am?

I have three million followers
on Instagram.

Three. One post from me
and you're cancelled.

You'll be cancelled forever
here in Mexico.

-Forever. For real.
-You're going to cancel me?

Please, help!

I'll become "Mister Cancelled
from Cancelland".

Officer, you can't keep my friend here.

Not with these guys with tattooed arms.

On the contrary.
This is the perfect place for him.

Vic, please be patient.

-Don't blackmail anybody.
-And don't bend over for the soap.

-Soap? Here?
-Hold on a minute.

I know you. You're Aldo Schumacher!

Aldo Schumman.

You mean, makes me crazy.

Right, yes. My mom is going to freak out.

She was a huge fan of You're Neon 21.

-Uranium.
-That's right.

We see our fair share of celebrities here,
but nobody like you.

Can we drop the formalities?

Of course. Do you want
an autograph for your mother?

You'll make my mom very happy.
And my wife as well.

She loves Mercurio more,
but we like old tunes a lot.

No, wait.
An autograph, my friend's freedom.

My friend's freedom, an autograph. Easy.

No. What kind of police officer
do you think I am?

One that will have a personalized video

with Aldo Schumman for free.

You sell them, don't you?
And they're expensive.

Very expensive.

Deal. But you have to dance.

-f*ck!
-Would you like a concert too?

Ma'am, I send you my regards.

Come on.

Regards?

No, no!

Will you help me with my friend?

Release him. Okay?

Everything okay, boss?

No, Marcela. Nothing is okay.

I think you need a break.
Do you want to join me at a party?

No, I have a book to write.

Mr. Roberto invited me to a party

they're throwing at Andrés' bar.

I know you don't
get involved with patients,

but you won't mind if I go, right?

Of course not. Go ahead.

No, you know what?
We're going to break the rules.

I'm going with you. Wait.

-Wait for me.
-Look at you!

Thank you.

Well done! You're a great dancer.

-Sucker.
-Aldo, a photo, please.

Thank you.

He didn't believe me.
I said I was innocent.

And he didn't believe me. Me!

Three million followers on Instagram.
Two on TikTok.

Mexico's changed so much it hurts.

-Okay.
-Seriously?

Were you born yesterday?

Or do you still believe in miracles?

Talking about miracles. Look.

Esmeralda.

Esmeralda, we've found you.

Well, you found us.

How?

Because of the fuss you made.

We followed the police cars.

What were you doing?

I wanted to talk to you. Come here.

You see,

I want us to get to know each other.

I know that I can't fix the past,

but we could write new stories together.

Not as father and daughter,
but as friends.

I don't want to.

To be honest, I only came here to see you.

My first impression wasn't good.
Neither was the second or the third.

Wait.

You caught me off guard.
I'm not like this.

I've been going to therapy.

I've wanted to be a better person
ever since I found out about you.

Hold on.

Would you like to meet
my new friends from therapy?

Those ones?

That guy's hitting on my friend.

No, wait. He's not. That's just how he is.

He's very sociable.

He's like a stray dog,
wagging his tail at everybody.

Did you get the message about the party?

-Yes.
-A party? What?

-A party? Yes, let's go! Please!
-Shall we go?

Okay, all right. Let's go.

Come, I'll drive you.

-Over there?
-No, it's over there.

The police car came from there.

-This way.
-Are you sure?

I'm so excited!

You're a bit late to the party!

You don't waste any time, do you?

Girls, are all of you over eighteen?

Yes!

Welcome!

Thank you.

I want one. It looks amazing.

Thank you.

These are better.

Shall we dance?

Honey!

I'm looking at you!

Really?

Are these your friends?

No, I mean.

Barely. No, look.

Andrés is my friend.

He's a family man,

a good guy.

He comes from good stock,
whatever that means. That's him.

-Yes.
-Here.

No, come. Let's go find him. Come.

Write "f*ck America."

No, man! Seriously.

I know. "If you are reading this,
you're a f*gg*t."

Just kidding. It was a joke.

Write whatever you want.
f*ck it. Life is a carnival.

Tony!

-Andrés.
-Andrés?

Yes.

-No way.
-Wait! Where are you going?

-Where are you going?
-My mom warned me.

She told me you were a mess
and that I was better off without you.

Hold on a second.
I met your mom 20 years ago.

I cannot change the past
but I'm here now. Get to know me!

No. I want to leave.

Okay. Wait. I'll get you a cab.

-f*ck!
-Now what?

I think I've left my phone
in Víctor's car.

Please don't leave. Wait for me here.

Excuse me.

I need air.

It's not as if you're having
a heart attack.

-I'm this close.
-Okay.

Dance with me. Come on.

-Where is Tony?
-Tony!

-I haven't seen him.
-We're leaving.

I'll take you.

No, please!

How lame!
I thought you were keeping up with me.

I'm not. I want to leave. Let's go.

Find someone else to put up with you!

I'll call Regina.

Regina, come here. I need you!

-Who's Regina?
-I'm Regina.

Is she your daughter?

Have you seen Víctor? I'm looking for him.

Harder! You're spanking a man!

Andrés, come on.

Come on.

-Get me out of here.
-Laura!

Laura?

Here I am, sweetheart. Let's go, Daddy.

Laura!

Ready?

Well, at least
everyone came to the session.

We're following your advice.

We're taking responsibility.

Is that so?

It didn't seem so yesterday.

Were you there?

I haven't learned anything.
I followed your advice and I'm the same.

Sorry, what advice?

About being responsible.

I really tried and I didn't get anywhere
with Esmeralda. And that's your fault.

No, Tony.

That's not Regina's fault.

It's your fault, Tony.

It's none of your business.

There're many reasons.

Gentlemen.

Don't talk out of your a*s.

Gentlemen, please.

Lower your voice.

Thank you for intervening, Víctor,

but Tony can speak freely
as well as any of you.

I want to make something clear.
I'm not here to give you advice.

No. This is a space for all of you

to come, talk,
and express yourselves freely.

And my job is to listen and to guide you

so we can understand where you're coming
from and where you're going to.

If you disagree with anything I say,

as Tony does now,
we come here and we talk about it. Okay?

Okay, Tony?

If we're here just to talk aimlessly,
I'd rather go home.

Tony!

Tell me one thing.

How long does it take
to learn how to dance like you?

I don't know. Years.

There you go. Time.

Good things take time.

If you want to build
a relationship with your daughter

you'll need time and patience.
There will be ups and downs.

Just like in dancing.

I'm only asking you
to let me be part of the process

and be with you through it.

That's it.

And I know that we can do this together
because we have time.

I can help all of you. What do you say?

You know what? I don't need you, doctor.

I don't know what's worse.
That I met my daughter or that I met you.

You and I need to talk too.

What's up with you?

My back feels itchy.

Don't scratch it, baby.
You're going to ruin your tattoo.

My what?

Your tattoo.

Ta...

What tattoo?

No!

Who the hell is Felicia?

sh*t! What's this?

What are you laughing at?

How do I take it off?

Felicia.

Baby.

Felicia!

Felicia!