01x02 - Aperitivos

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I think her soul's aching.

-Her soul?
-What about her soul?

I asked her if this had to do
with her soul and she nodded yes.

María, what are you looking for?

-Aguardiente. I need aguardiente.
-We don't have any.

That is such a tacky drink.

I think a lot of what happens in Colombia
is because of it, it makes people crazy.

-Yes, it's the sugar.
-That too!

That's a great topic
for sociological research.

We should be discussing these things.

I need aguardiente!

And cyanide. I need a lot of cyanide.

-Why are you talking about poison?
-I want to die.

-Darling, don't say that.
-I want to die.

No.

Why are you so upset?

-No.
-I need to be alone.

This sucks. I thought we'd be celebrating!

Seeing María like this
doesn't make me happy,

but it doesn't make me sad either.

I know, but what can I do?
I'm the worst, sh**t me!

I have nothing left to live for.

FILTHY ENVY

Juan?

MARÍA:
I'M GLAD YOU'RE FULFILLING YOUR...

Do you want to know what it says?

Not a chance! It's none of your business.

Stop being so nosy
and respect people's privacy.

Are we just going to stand around?
Aren't we going to ask her what happened?

It has nothing to do with the book.

-Are you relieved?
-Yes.

Let's not be so dramatic,
she just needs space.

Space, Flora? That's not what friends do.

sh*t! I hid the pills prescribed
by my psychiatrist in the bathroom.

-What do you mean "hid"?
-What?

I didn't want Leo taking them with vodka.

But wait, if you hid them, it's fine.

It's not fine, it's dangerous.

Juan, please pick up,
I've left you a thousand messages!

Tell me this isn't happening.

I need to hear your voice,
I need you to tell me

it's just a dream
and that everything will be fine.

Don't try k*lling yourself
with those pills,

they won't work
and you'll end up with cognitive issues.

My God, Ana! Don't tell her that!

But she always wants people to be honest.

I can't lose my star writer!

Sometimes artists become
even more famous after death.

Yes, they can even become legends.

People love tormented geniuses.

Ana, how can you possibly think like that?
You're sick!

Come on, you were thinking the same thing!

You're both sick! Get away from that door!

Let's listen if we can hear anything.
You're terrible! Let me see...

-I can't hear anything.
-Maybe she k*lled herself.

María, please, say something.

Say something!

Juan! I didn't think you'd answer.

María, I picked up,
but you have to let me talk.

You have to explain this to me.
I don't understand.

No, you have to let me talk.

I'm sorry to do this now,
this is such an important time for you.

But this was the only way,
at least, for me.

If I looked into your eyes, I know
I'd change my mind. You know I love you.

My love for you is stronger than I am.

In fact, you're stronger than me,
that's why you've managed to keep going.

And you succeeded
despite everything that happened.

Whereas I'm still drowning in pain,
I can't seem to move on.

I see myself fading in your eyes,
do you know what that's like?

I'm not well.

And so, to make things easier for me,
I can't have any contact with you.

I hope you can respect that, okay?

Don't try calling me,
and don't come looking for me.

It's over, María.

-I'm sorry.
-No...

-Goodbye.
-Please...

Maybe you put too much pressure on her
with the book launch.

-You do have a tendency to be pushy.
-How can you think that?

Let me speak to her.

María, are you all right?

If you like, I can delay
our interview tomorrow by 30 minutes.

How generous of you!

What? It's going to mess up my schedule.

It's strange to see María like this,
she's always so strong.

I know, the only time
I saw her upset was when...

She'll hear you!

Maybe something happened with Juan.

-Juan?
-I don't think so.

That's impossible.

The playlist was even worse
than the drive.

-I liked it, it was good music.
-It was too short, you ran out of songs.

Listen, I think we should set up here.

We should unpack everything.

Let's put things away.
We'll put the tent up after.

No, we won't be needing the house.

-Let's set up over there.
-What? No.

Juan. What do you mean,
we won't be needing it?

I don't understand. If we have access
to this house, why are we camping outside?

Yes, I wanted to start a new tradition.

Can't we explore our inner selves
inside the house?

It's going to get damn cold outside.

-Enrique's right. Do you have the keys?
-Yes, I have the keys.

-Let's go in.
-We don't need a key,

we'll be setting up a tent.
Why do you think I brought this sh*t?

To use it! Give me a hand.

Right, I have a serious question.

Why don't we take the easy route?

It's part of the process, Enrique,
trust me.

I've given this some thought,
it's a means to an end.

So, help me with the tent. Come on!

If it's a means to an end,
I'm at the end of my rope.

There's no signal, sh*t!

This is such a great road trip!

Look, it's so sweet.

Juan.

-Juan?
-Juan!

-Unbelievable.
-I can't believe I didn't know!

It must've been sudden.

Maybe he cheated?

-Who was cheating?
-Juan!

No.

Juan doesn't have a mean bone in his body.

-It's impossible.
-There's no way.

You're right, it's impossible.

Maybe he hit her?

No!

Seriously? No!

Juan's great, but he's not very muscular.

Have you seen his skinny architect arms?

Poor Juan...

I bet he can't even throw a punch.
María would knock him out cold.

-Juan's more feminine than María.
-Yes.

I'm not saying she's not feminine.

But María's strong, she's tough as nails.

-On the other hand, Juan...
-With his small hands and soft skin.

I'm so jealous.

It's annoying that a man's softer than me.

It's infuriating, no, seriously,

we spend a fortune on creams

and he probably uses cheap soap
and his skin is like silk.

sh*t! If I ever met a man like that,
I'd dump him so fast.

-Tina, you dump them all!
-I can hear you!

We didn't mean it.

Baby, come out!

María, sweetheart,
please, tell us what happened.

Everything went wrong with Juan.

I had to end it.

Please, don't judge me.

He couldn't handle my success.

His masculinity was hurt.
I think envy got the best of him.

At least she's being honest about it.

We're not all perfect or morally superior,
there are other people like me.

Hallelujah!

Seriously, Marí, I'm really sorry.

Come on, Marí.

Come out, sweetie,
so that we can talk, please!

Honey, Marí, we're here for you.

Give me a minute, okay?
I'll meet you in the living room.

Are you sure?

You're not eyeing the pills, are you?

No, Ana, don't worry. You go ahead.

Okay, let's go.

Friends give each other space
when they need it.

Anyway, it seems odd to me.

-I'd never expect Juan to react this way.
-Especially not with María.

-And besides... Do you want some?
-Yes.

I've never seen anyone more in love.

Juan fell in love with María
on the first day of kindergarten.

She liked him, but only as a friend.

And that's how it was for years.

She was attracted to other guys,

macho, mean guys,
and boys who treated her badly.

Like Arturo Zabala.

They were a couple until university.

Before graduation,
Juan came to terms with the situation

and decided to dedicate his life to God.

He signed up for the seminary.

After he went away,
María began to appreciate him more.

She left Zabala to pursue Juan.

Juan abandoned plans for priesthood
to marry María.

Zabala found solace in art.

Today, he's a famous painter.

From then on, Juan and María lived
happily ever... Actually, no.

Because then, tragedy struck.

But we never talk about that.

Something still doesn't make sense to me.
I know how envious people act.

Juan's the last person
I'd imagine to behave like that.

Juan's soul is pure.

There's nothing he wouldn't do for her.

-Absolutely.
-The man's a saint, he's a martyr.

I mean, he gives her foot massages.

I have to pay for that at the spa!

At least you can afford it.

So now, I'm the b*tch.

Yes, you're right.

Envy wasn't the issue
between that saint and I.

Then what?

That saint you just put up on a pedestal?

He left me for another woman.

Please, don't judge me.

What?

I realize, I'm not being very specific,

but I'm the one
who needs support right now.

Men! That's so typical!
I sound like my mother.

-b*stard!
-Wait till I get my hands on him!

No, you have to... Leave it to me.

-Come, will you let me help you?
-Yes.

You have absolutely no idea
what you're doing.

-And you do?
-Yes, I'll help you.

I haven't done this in 40 years

but when I was in the army,
I set up a lot of tents.

That's why I hate this sh*t,
by the way. Hand me that...

Leo, no, what are you doing?

No drugs or alcohol.
We have to stay clean.

-Come on, Juan, don't exaggerate.
-No.

-No, don't...
-Gentlemen, please!

I didn't mean...

Please, try to understand.

I need your support.

I came up with this plan because...

I don't know if you noticed,
but I'm really not well.

That's why, on the spur of the moment,
I wanted an opportunity

to do something and to talk,

and I was hoping
you guys would listen, that's all.

And that you'd be able
to put up this sh*t, I don't have a clue.

I need you to help me
understand what's going on.

Yeah, sure.

-Let's do this.
-I'll put it up for you.

I really need a shot of aguardiente.

I told you, we don't have any.

But I have some great tea,
let me make you some.

I'll be right back.

Who in their right mind
would substitute aguardiente with tea?

-Ana.
-Tea won't do anything for me.

-I need shock therapy.
-Listen,

I have a massage therapist,
he's an esteopath.

-It's osteopath.
-Right.

He gives the most amazing massages,
with a happy ending, if you want.

No, Tina,
I need something much more extreme.

I'm talking about a code red.

Are you sure, María?

That's very extreme
and it comes with consequences.

The pain I feel is very extreme.

Well then, code red it is.

But girls, I still haven't recovered

from last time.

I'd like to go back
To those days again

sh*t! That's our song!

My friend!

To stop you from leaving
Because I can't go on

Without your love

I don't know what I'll do

Without your love, I don't know
What destiny has in store for me

Without your love

My world will come crashing down on me

She fell flat on her face!

She'll need rhinoplasty!

Don't worry, she has 36B shock absorbers.

Give her the microphone!

I'd like to love you again

To have you close to me, girl
My eyes are crying for you

I'd like to love you again
To have you close to me, girl

My eyes are crying for you

I miss you so much, there's no denying it

Whatever happens, we're here for you.
We're friends, we make sacrifices.

-Thank you so much!
-What's going on?

María's much worse than we thought.

-Why?
-We have to take action.

-I'll get more herbs for the tea.
-No, Ana...

We need to execute code red.

What?

You're leaving?

No, we're leaving,
the four of us together.

-I can't believe you're so selfish.
-What?

I spent all afternoon cooking,

and now you're leaving me
with all this food?

We're not abandoning you, we're all going.

I can't believe I was so stupid.

I tried to make everything
absolutely perfect,

down to the last detail, to celebrate
the success of my talented friend.

I couldn't be prouder
if I'd won that prize myself.

Ana, calm down.

The one thing I'm better at
and she just ruined it.

I'm sorry, it was just an idea.

Honestly, we didn't want to offend you.

Go.

If you want to leave, just go.

Really? Okay.

-No, let's stay. I'll be fine, really.
-No.

It's enough for me just to be with you.

-The only thing I want is aguardiente.
-Get over it, María, have some wine!

-Wine doesn't agree with me.
-What?

She's lying.

Yes, I am.

-I want a shot.
-We don't have any!

I think you do, sweetie. Do you know why?

I saw Leo take out a bottle
from this drawer the other day.

-Here.
-Are you calling me a liar?

Tina is just saying that
Leo might have some.

He might not have told you
to avoid your nagging.

-You nag about everything.
-So, now I'm a monster, is that it?

-That's how you're acting.
-Really?

-Give her a shot!
-We have chardonnay.

I want a f*cking shot!

Chardonnay tastes like
panty juice without sugar.

If you came here to offend
and make fun of my taste,

leave.

-No, Anita, I'm sorry.
-Leave.

Yes, let's go. Come on.

For the record,
you're kicking me out of my house.

Don't leave me alone with her.

Let the ritual begin.

What's that? Juan, what are you doing?

No, burning books is outrageous!

Listen to me, I'm telling you
and I'm a little fascist...

You're burning your wife's book?

My ex-wife.

What? What happened?

I left María.

While she was away, I packed up and left.

As I had nowhere to go,

I invited you on this trip
to perform this ritual.

That's why I asked you to come here.

And apparently now, I can't stop crying.

I know you said no drugs or alcohol,
but we need this.

What the hell was that about?

Did you see how crazy she got?

No wonder Leo takes
all her pills with vodka.

That was a lot of drama, even for her.

-Call a driver.
-No, you call.

-I need to freshen up.
-I'm busy.

Then you call, María.

María, are you okay?

Don't worry,
the three of us can handle a code red.

Girls, I think we made a mistake.

-What? You're kidding, right?
-Poor Ana.

"Poor Ana"? You lost me.
Since when is she the victim?

You know how sensitive she is.

And selfish! You're the one in pain here.

Yes, but I'm responsible for my actions.

I don't want her to be hurt,
she had my best interest at heart.

And she made all this great food for me.

I never understand anything.
And right now, I understand even less.

You were being nice,
but now you're sounding stupid.

Girls, Ana has her faults.

-A lot of faults.
-But she also has a very big heart.

She's always been there for all of us.

Am I right?

Tina, when you got pregnant,

and you were in danger of being
kicked out of school by the nuns.

Ana was very supportive.

We all supported her.

But Ana came up with the plan to use
girdles from Tina's family business

to conceal Tina's tummy until graduation.

That's true.

And Flora, you know better than anyone
what it's like to have Ana on your team.

She was there for you all your life,
isn't that right?

Let go!

Let her go! Why do you pick on her?

Remember, if you mess with her,
you mess with me.

It's true, Ana's always had our backs.

When María suffered her tragedy,
Ana was always by her side.

We're not talking about me,
this is about Ana.

So, we all agree, right?

I don't want to be insensitive.

I don't want to make the same mistake
as I made with Juan.

That's not your fault.
He left you for another woman.

That's not what happened, I lied.

What do you mean?

As I said, this is about Ana, not me.
It doesn't matter.

We need to fix this.

I don't want to lose my husband
and my best friend on the same day.

We should go back.

Ana!

Ana!

Ana!