01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

["Quiero Ser Feliz" playing
on car stereo]

[man singing] ♪ My soul rises up
And so I start dancing ♪

♪ Winemaker! ♪

["Quiero Ser Feliz" continues
playing on car stereo]

RAGE

These days,
I haven't felt like raiding

any new temples of auteur cuisine,

so there'll be
no gastronomic review today.

Our kitchen celebrities
can chill out for the moment

and just keep on polishing up
their Michelin stars.

But next week,
their luck may run out.

I've got a couple
of new places to try.

I won't say where, but here
are some juicy clues for you.

A fusion of Asturian
and Japanese cuisine,

and the deconstructed
Castilian cuisine.

I'm pretty much giving it
all away now.

-Ah, fusion and deconstruction.
-[intriguing music playing]

These two words are irrefutable proof
of our decadence, don't you think?

[intercom ringing]

[calling out] Abraham, open the door!

Sorry, I have to go. See you soon.

And remember to hit
the Like button below,

and if you're following me,
even better.

g*dd*mn it.

-[touchpad beeps]
-Hello. What is it?

Oh, hi there. Uh, how are you?

I have a gift for you
from the Swine Breeders' Association.

One moment.

[calling out] Abraham!

-Damn it.
-I'll wait here.

[touchpad beeps]

[Emilio]
Abraham, I've been calling you, man.

You didn't hear me? Are you deaf?
The door!

-How've you been?
-[groans]

-You okay?
-Uh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine.

But it feels like
the world's becoming

more and more sinister and complex.

That's interesting.

I've been experiencing
the opposite of you.

More like hope, and it's beautiful.

-You believe that?
-Yeah.

Hmm... Wanna sh**t with me?

No, no, no. [stammers] I'll call you.

[both vocalize warmly] Mm!

-Thanks.
-Thanks.

See you.

[intriguing music continues playing]

[man] Watch out, watch out.

Come on, pig. Get down.
Come on, come on. Come on.

[pig snorting]

Look, look. Come on, pig.
Look at the acorn! Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

-Hey, hey. Come on, come on.
-No. Is that him?

That's it. We just wanted
to take a moment to thank you

for your ongoing support
of the swine sector,

especially during these tough times.

We're really having a hard time.

This is truly
a first-class animal, hm?

-Iberian, 100-percent acorn-fed.
-Hmm... Right.

-Well, thank you so much, huh?
-[chuckles]

So if I end up getting fond of it,
what do I--?

You'll get fond of it, for sure,
because he's an adorable animal,

but you'll want to eat it as well.

Just call me
and I'll send the butcher.

He'll have it ready by the afternoon.

You'll have more than enough
food, meat, and cold cuts

to feed guests at seven weddings.

-Okay, I'll call you about that.
-All right.

-Would you like a drink?
-A drink? Sure.

-Do you have a beer?
-Yeah. Sure.

Whatever you want. Come in.

[peculiar music playing]

[pig snorting softly]

[muttering] m*rder*r...

[exhales shakily]

-Hey, lady. What are you doing here?
-[music stops]

Is this the house that's for sale?

I haven't heard anything about that.
How did you get in, though?

The front gate was open, but I guess
I'm leaving, then.

[chuckles] I'm going.

Thank you, though.

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[lively music playing]

[door closes]

-Ma'am.
-Yes?

They're dropping the dress off
for you.

-Not now, not now.
-But she's already here.

-Hey there. How are you?
-[Nat] Hello.

Did we have an appointment?

[Nat] No, but since
the adjustment was ready,

I thought I'd bring it myself.
Could squeeze in one last fitting.

-Your event's tomorrow?
-Yeah.

Look how pretty it turned out.
Don't you love it?

You tried them all,
but you chose the best one.

-Don't you think it's beautiful?
-I'm not sure.

I've asked a lot,

but now I'm thinking I should
wear something more comfortable.

I'm not sure.

Comfortable? They sold us the idea
that comfort is a sign of happiness.

But that's a complete lie.

Choosing comfort
is actually a sign of decadence.

In fact, my mission is
to make my customers understand

that we need to embrace fashion again
if we truly want to survive,

especially in the Western world.

-So would you please try it on?
-No. I don't feel like it right now.

-I brought it so you could try it on.
-But I'm not really up for it.

-You have to try it on, though.
-No.

-But it's your dress.
-I said, no.

[snorting softly]

Sit. Sit.

Nothing. Not listening.

I thought I read something
about you being smarter than a child.

[ominous music playing]

[pig snorts]

[whispering]
Come on. Come on. Get out.

Come on. I'm setting you free.
Get out.

-Get out. Get out. Come on. Run.
-[snorting]

[inhales, then exhales sharply]

-[Emilio calling out] Hello?
-[gasps]

Abraham?

Who's there?

Abraham?

-[tense music playing]
-[shallow panting]

[snorting]

[sighs deeply]

-[cell phone chiming]
-[gasps softly]

Hello, good evening.

I have a feeling this phone call
could bring happiness to both of us.

Have you ever heard
of the Relax cell phone tariff plan?

You scared the hell out of me.

And I'm on the Do Not Call list,
just so you know.

If you call me again, I'll have
no choice but to report you.

[dial tone beeping]

-There's a Do Not Call list now?
-[Pilar] A Do Not Call list?

Perfect.

[ethereal music playing]

There.

No. Wait, wait, wait. Hold a second.

Okay.

No, I won't put it on. No.

-What is this?
-It's eggplant.

This eggplant, you know,
tastes like steak.

I didn't go vegan
just to cling to recipes

that make you feel like
you're consuming an animal.

How was your day?

There was this young woman, 27,
who came to the office this morning

with some photographs created
with artificial intelligence.

A perfected version of herself.
Flawless, unattainable, the ideal.

That's what she wanted us
to help her become.

I mean, all that just makes me feel

-kind of uncomfortable.
-Mm-hm...

I know, Vera. I know.

But such a clear point of reference.
Please, something this concrete?

I mean, I don't think
we can reach that level,

but I think setting
such a high expectation

can help us, you know?

To elevate the standard
of our results.

-What about you?
-I'm great.

[utensils clanking softly]

I saw Emilio Duran today.

You saw him? Really? Where?

Apparently, he lives in the same area
as Marga and Roberto.

Well, fortunately, we've moved
past all that now, haven't we?

Absolutely.

-How's the wine?
-It's very nice.

-[Vera] Hmm?
-[Borja] Mm-hm...

I figured I'd order a case
and try it out.

It comes from organic farming
and uses carbonic maceration.

It does the trick. It's effective.
Very good. Very good.

They were delivering a pig to him.

It's odd that even though he lives
in the same neighborhood as Marga,

you hadn't run into him before now.

"Humdrum cuisine,
masquerading as a form of authorship

all thanks to the opportunistic
demagogy surrounding sustainability

and the snobbery of veganism.

A narrative built around change,

but only to benefit
from the existing system."

Vera, we both agreed
that the tendency

to obsessively memorize bad reviews

is definitely a clear sign
of compulsive behavior.

I don't know. I thought
you'd forgotten all about this.

Borja, that's what I did.

But when I saw him today,
it all resurfaced.

Every word, line by line.

It wasn't just a review, all right?

I mean, what his campaign caused
was the downfall of my restaurant.

Please, Vera, don't lift the lid
off that bucket of sh*t again.

We've been down that road,
and it is not worth it.

Borja, please, just relax. I'm fine.
Can't you see? I'm absolutely fine.

I didn't expect to see him at all.

but out of nowhere,
I saw him, he was right there,

I need to express it,
and I don't know, uh...

it's pure unloading.

You're right. Mm.

The lychees. Lychees in tempura.
They're quite a discovery.

[utensils clanking softly]

Well, it's the contrast
of the sweet batter

with the kick of curry.

It does the trick. Mm-hm...

Borja... [clears throat]

you always say, "It does the trick."

-Yeah. And?
-I don't know.

You never tell me,
"It's tasty," "That's good,"

"What a pleasure in the mouth,"
"Vera, you're such a good cook."

-You always say, "It does the trick."
-Right. Well, yeah.

I like it when things work,
when it does the trick, Vera.

[serene music playing]

[pig snorting]

What the...?

PROUST
IN SEARCH OF LOST TIME

[serene music continues playing]

Big day tomorrow.
What time is your press conference?

[music fades out]

Well, I think around 12 or so.

[both sigh deeply]

[Borja inhales, then exhales softly]

How about I inject you
first thing tomorrow?

I have two extra vials in the fridge.

Those crow's feet,
the nasolabial folds,

they're starting to show.

You wanna look fantastic
in those photographs.

You okay with that?

[Borja inhales, then sighs]

Okay. Good night.

[lamp clicks off]

[sighs]

[disjointed music playing]

[sighs]

-[door bursts open]
-[Vera] Get out of here!

Don't ever come back, you hear me?

You're hurting a lot of people!
A lot of them. You're a scumbag!

-Yeah, yeah. You recorded her?
-Don't you dare record me!

So there you have it, folks.
You saw what happened.

They threw me out again.

Only this time, it was
the sustainable chef herself.

What an honor. Vera's star ranking
might fall, but her face won't move.

She won't touch a sirloin,

but she'll prepare a cabbage
like it's a mid-rare filet.

But if you look at her face,
you'll see a little hyaluronic boost

courtesy of her husband,
the star surgeon.

And do you think Vera has any idea
where hyaluronic acid comes from?

Roosters' combs and shark fins.

-[Vera] Get out of here!
-You're so sustainable.

-Here she is.
-I'll call the police and report you!

I hope that's clear! f*ck off!

Get out of here!

[shouting angrily] Stop recording me!

[intriguing music playing]

[Emilio] If you didn't leave
the gate open last night,

then how do you explain
a pig getting out on its own?

Because I'm sure
I didn't give it the key.

[water misting from spray bottle]

Okay. Here.

Okay, Vera. You ready now?

Is this the vegan one?

You always circle back
to saying the same thing, don't you?

-All right.
-[grunts]

[groaning softly]

I wouldn't lie to you,
would I, honey?

Good afternoon, and welcome.

I'm truly delighted to be here today,
and I couldn't...

[muttering] No, no, no.

[techno music playing over speakers]

Good afternoon. How are you?
I'm so thrilled about...

Vera, dear. You're up.

-Great.
-Let's go.

-As you know, for decades,
-[cameras clicking]

our company has been
a recognized leader

in the market of ecological produce.

So I believe it was an opportunity,
and a duty to our market

to create this gourmet line,

working alongside someone with
the credibility, rigor and the talent

of a chef committed
to the environment,

and to respect for animals as well.

Of course, I'm talking about
Vera Lasso. Vera, please.

-[crowd applauding]
-[chuckles] Thank you.

I've done my part here.
Now it's up to you

to present these delicious creations.

-[laughs warmly]
-Thank you very much. Thanks.

I'm truly thrilled to be here today.
This is a very special day for me.

But first of all,
I wanna thank Nutri World

for the incredible opportunity

to share the new products
I've been developing.

During this time, I've been able
to conduct thorough research

and create
all of these exceptional new dishes.

[cameras continue clicking]

They're flavors
inspired by world cuisines,

each one seasoned with
unique ingredients that bring out...

[chuckles] Anyway,
how about we get started?

Now that we have
the c*ck party here,

wouldn't it be much better
if we went ahead and enjoyed it?

Have a great time, everyone.

[crowd applauding]

[moody pop music playing
over speakers]

[singing in Italian]

Congratulations.

Thank you. Thanks a lot.

-Vera, this is wonderful!
-Marvelous! Really marvelous.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you, guys. Thanks.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

-Congrats.
-Congrats.

Thank you.

[sound muffles]

[line ringing]

[sighs]

[cell phone chiming]

[cell phone beeps on]

-What's up, Marga?
-Have you seen it already?

-What? I'm driving. What's going on?
-No. Nothing. Nothing.

Call me when you get home.

-What is it?
-Nothing's going on.

I just thought you knew already.
Call me when you get home.

It was him, I'm sure.

I know damn well
that son of a b*tch was there.

Mm, okay. Calm down.
Please, Vera, come on.

-Where are you?
-[breathing shakily]

-Vera? She hung up on me.
-[dial tone beeping]

-[tires screeching]
-[car horns honking]

[gasps]

[sighs sharply]

-[breathing shakily]
-[car horns continue honking nearby]

[ignition signal beeping]

[panel beeps]

Our pro-vegan advocate, Vera Lasso,
has begun a brand-new collaboration

with a prominent
organic products company.

Blah, blah, blah.

Well, it actually turns out
this company

has two meat-processing factories
located in Asia

being investigated
for unhygienic standards.

Vera, you didn't know, did you?
Well, it's on Google,

and the information is available
for anyone who cares to look.

They're not a model of sustainability
or human-rights practices,

as they employ minors
and they pollute.

Bingo!
Vera Eggplant is back in action.

[techno music playing]

[heaving and sobbing]

[screaming wildly and crying]

[continues screaming wildly]

[panting steadily]

[door closes]

[keys jangling]

[music turns suspenseful]

[keys clank]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[disjointed music playing]

[sighs]

We're not seriously gonna take a
repulsive bullshitter at face value,

especially when it's so obviously
driven by personal dislike.

When we hired you,
we knew he'd go after you.

We knew from the start,
so we're not going to be intimidated.

[inhales sharply]

But underestimating the influence
of these Internet critics

and their effect on the market would
be a bit reckless of us, you know?

-Of course. Of course.
-Mm...

-Mm...
-[woman] It would be suicide.

We're not canceling your contract.
Of course not. That won't happen.

But...

[exhales] we have to make it
look like we are.

Uh, we've got to let some time pass.

How long are we talking about?

[man 1] Well, we can't foresee that
right now.

Don't forget,
it's not just you he's after.

He's also probing into the company's
internal affairs. [laughs weakly]

Yeah, but my first product line
has already launched

and is out there on the market, so...

Well, here's what'll happen.

After carefully calculating
everything,

we've estimated
it'll take us 72 hours

to withdraw the products
from all the stores.

Again, privately.

We don't consider it
a cancellation of the contract.

But we still need you
to sign the agreement

for the temporary termination process
of the project,

with no clear set date to recommence.

[man 1] Vera, you're a whiz.

Your concept is great,
and we'll go for it again, hm?

-When we can, though.
-Yes.

[intriguing music playing]

Well, thank you very much.

-Five vials.
-Okay.

[phone ringing nearby]

Victoria, I'll leave you with Lara.
And congrats on that prize of yours.

Oh! Well, thanks,
but it's not for a few days.

Cande.

I want to make sure the doctor
gave you the care sheet?

-Yes, of course.
-Although you already know it.

-Right, Victoria? [laughs]
-How much is it?

Well, that'll be, um, 2300 euros.

Oh... You raised the price,
haven't you?

Constantly. It's terrible.

-Hello. Where's my husband?
-Hello, Vera. Borja's in the O.R.

Ah! Okay.

I'll be waiting in his office,
if you can let him know.

Yes.

-[pensive melody playing]
-[phone ringing nearby]

[card reader beeping]

-Uh, it was declined.
-What?

I said it was declined.

[sighs]

Uh, maybe try this one.

You know what?
A thousand with this one,

-and the rest with this one.
-Okay.

[techno music playing]

Something came up.
Tell Borja I'll call him later.

-Will do.
-No. [exhales shakily]

Better if you don't
tell him anything.

[Lara] Okay.

-[phone ringing nearby]
-[Vera's footsteps receding]

-I can't stand her.
-Pfft...

[techno music playing]

See you Monday.

[ominous music playing]

-[cell phone beeps]
-Borja, I'm over at Marga's place.

She's throwing a party
and she asked me

to help with the catering.

I'm spending the night here,
so no need to wait up for me.

[eerie melody playing]

[Emilio breathing deeply]

[suspenseful music playing]

What? What are you doing here?

Hi there.

Oh, hi. What are you...?

[screams]

No! No! No! [shouts]

-No!
-[grunting]

[Emilio shouting]

[Vera grunting]

[both grunt]

-Stop! [gasping and choking]
-[grunting]

[both continue grunting and groaning]

[choking and gasping]

-[thuds, then Emilio grunts sharply]
-[Vera gasping]

[coughing weakly]

[menacing music playing]

-[crowd screaming]
-[g*nshots]

[tires screeching]

[partygoers clamoring]

-[g*nshots in distance]
-[Emilio groaning weakly]

-[sighs]
-[music halts]

Marga. That crazy woman
really loves her damn r*fle.

[sighs]

I'm gonna clean up that wound.

[gentle melody playing]

[Emilio groans weakly]

Your head really bleeds a lot,
doesn't it?

-This is nothing. There. There.
-[continues groaning weakly]

See? It's good.

There. That's it.

That's it. That's it.

Okay. There. Come on.

[inhales sharply]

Now, I'll just wait here
for you to wake up.

Because I don't want to do
anything to you without you knowing.

[continues groaning]

[giggles]

[clears throat]

Ah! I'll use this opportunity
to figure out

with a tutorial, "How to extirpate."

I've never removed anything
from anyone.

Well, before becoming a vegan,
I had to open up a chicken,

and I definitely gutted my fair share
of fish over the years too.

Can't be all that different.

But extirpate? I've never had
the chance to do, you know? Never.

[cell phone chiming]

-[tense music playing]
-[cell phone continues chiming]

[shouts] What the hell have you done?
Let me go! Untie me! Untie me!

Give me a moment! Shut up!
It's my husband!

-I have to take the damn call.
-[muffled grunting]

Otherwise he'll get suspicious
and he might show up at Marga's.

-Stay quiet. Stay quiet.
-[muffled shouting]

Hello, Borja. Hi.
Is everything all right?

[disjointed music playing]

Yes, yes, same. Everything's fine.

Yeah, the party was awesome.
Yes, yes.

Um, okay. I'm spending the whole day
with them. Hope that's all right.

Yeah, of course I'll see you later.
Of course.

All right, my love.
Sounds great. Perfect.

Bye, see you soon. See you.

[cell phone beeps]

I don't think he believed me.

Like I'm hiding
some lover in the closet.

Can you imagine that? [laughs]

Borja, jealous at this point?
It's unbelievable.

[muffled screaming]

It's better if you don't scream.
No one's gonna hear you out here.

And let me tell you,
being gagged is no minor discomfort.

I personally would die of anxiety.

[gasping]

Come on? What are you trying to do?
k*ll me, or what?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I just want you to try my food
so you change your mind.

I'm not changing my mind.
Not now, not ever.

Well, I'm betting
that my meat dish will do the trick.

But it's not your food
that disgusts me about you.

It's your mediocre discourse.
It's your demagogy.

You're a liar who goes on
about fixing the world

while padding your bank account
and chasing fame.

And you're just a frustrated freak

who realized it was easier
to make noise

than to write anything decent,
so you picked a fight with the world,

hoping someone would
finally pay attention. [chuckles]

What do you think?
There was justice in that?

Yes. Yeah, but I live off my hatred.

And it's my hatred.
It's mine. It's genuine.

You're nothing but a poser,
a fake artist.

You're just a worm that burrows
into the heart of the system,

cloaked in the illusion of a savior.

What you do is much worse.
Believe me.

I'm going to carefully
slice off your testicles

and prepare them in
a traditional recipe from my grandma,

called "Testicles in Spanish Sauce."

I won't add potatoes,
even though they'd be great,

because you're already fat enough.

[chuckles dismissively]
What do you think, huh?

That I'm a fool or something, huh?

You wouldn't even know how to do it.

You don't know how
to execute anything. Not a thing.

You're just-- [stammers]

You're just a jerk,
but you're not crazy, right?

Just the other day, they were
talking about that on television.

About the chaotic madness
we're all living in these days.

Now, everything's selfishness,
violence, and every man for himself.

I mean, we constantly find ourselves

contemplating the idea
that the end is near,

yet strangely, even that...
[chuckles] thought fails

to bring out anything good in us.

We're nothing more than selfishness,
cruelty, and madness.

Have you noticed?

You can't put me under anesthesia.
You haven't done a pre-op test,

or any kind of test, for that matter.

My stomach's not even empty,
you know?

Doctors take those precautions
very seriously

to minimize any potential risks,

but I hate you very much, Emilio.

I don't really need to be
that careful with you.

[gasping shakily]
No, no, don't. Don't do this!

Hello? Help!

[groaning]

Okay. I'll start prepping our lunch.

[techno music playing]