01x10 - Love

[bunniefuu]

Hey, nice watch, man.

You know, Morales,
A few kisses and

they fall at your feet.

Luke and Leia, they were
made for each other.

Rodri, you know that
they're siblings, right?

What?

Everything's explained
in the second part.

I never saw that one.

Besides, they don't even
kiss each other well.

- A pop kiss is a kiss.
- It's a kiss.

Give me a break! Of
course, it isn't.

No!

There you are.

Listen, Vale, my darling.
Tell us what you think.

- Is a pop kiss a kiss?
- No! A pop kiss doesn't count.

Let's go, Morales, I
have to check in on time!

Hey, we'll see you
back here at eight!

Okay, but it's your turn
to bring the brewskys!

Okay.

Have you ever asked yourselves
why Obi Wan lied to them,

and never told them
they were siblings?

- He didn't lie to them.
- Yes.

No, he just didn't tell them.

- Not telling them, is lying.
- Of course it's not.

Well, tell me later what you
agreed on. I'll see you later.

Listen, Rodri, I'll
give you an example.

The other day, I drank all the
beers you had in the fridge.

I didn't tell you, but I
didn't lie to you either.

Well, I think that's
lying, you sneak.

And you better return
all the beers you drank.

Look at the poor
guy... so clueless.

Just because you keep pressing

it won't go faster, Morales.

Sometimes it works.

So, you're the type that
blasts his big horn expecting

the traffic to start moving.

Sometimes it works.

You don't even have a car.

Okay, that's enough!

Morales, you got it stuck!

No, what are we going to do?

Chesca, don't take
my stuff anymore.

If I hadn't told you, you
wouldn't have noticed.

Hey, Beca... are you alright?

Hello? Yeah, what's up?

Okay. What?

Chesca, don't you think
Rebe's being too quiet?

Yeah, you're right.

She hasn't asked you guys
for the rent money all day.

And she's biting her nails,

she's not screaming
and complaining about

whatever.

I wonder what's wrong.

- Hey, Rebeca!
- What is it?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm quite
alright. Thank you.

There's definitely
something wrong.

What could it be?

A new boyfriend?

No... no, no.

When she has a new boyfriend

she goes running
around telling everyone

how much she loves
him and wants to...

Yeah, that's true. And
she's over it the next day.

Could she have an STD?

I don't think so, Chesca.

She would've posted everywhere
that she had a new computer.

Rodri, STD is

a sexually transmitted disease,

not a laptop brand.

- Her birthday!
- No.

No, no, no, that was
seven months ago and,

and, yes, we forgot
about that too.

You know what?

We have to find out what it
is, like the pros we are.

Nothing.

Press it again.

The panic button,
press it again!

What do you want, Morales?

Joselito, can... Joselito?
You sound like a little boy.

And you sound like an idiot!
How could I be Joselito?

Betito.

That's Mr. Betito to you. I
sent Joselito to Baby Veggies.

Betito, where's your father at?

Mr. Betito! Where
is your father at?

What do you care, Morales!

Mr. Betito, sweetie,
go get us some help,

I beg you.

Are you stuck in
there with a woman?

Take advantage of it.

Remember when you intoxicated
me with a hamburger?

- I didn't mean to.
- You intoxicated him?

Yes, he almost k*lled me.

Mr. Betito, would you kindly
go get us some help, please!

That's how I like to hear you,
Morales, getting desperate.

My God! What's so
pro about that?

This device allows you
to listen to anything

up to two miles away.

How come you have that, Rodri?

I told you...

I bought it for my grandpa
and he never used it.

The elderly are
experts in gossip.

What?

Can you hear anything?

Hey, you owe me something!

There's a man.

I know exactly what to do to
get rid of jerks like you.

I don't care! You're
coming with me

whether you want to or not!

Chesca... someone's taking Rebe!

What? No, don't say
that. What? What else?

You see, Rebe was
arguing with a man

and she told him,

"I know what to do to get
rid of jerks like you!",

and then the man
said he didn't care

and that he was
taking her with him!

You hear that?

Firstly, you don't need

this little thingamajig
to hear any of that!

The whole building can hear it!

Secondly

that's the neighbor
who's watching the re-run

of her morning soap opera
because the big idiot

goes to bed at seven
o'clock at night!

How do you know all that?

That doesn't matter.

I can barely hear anything.

How did it come to this?

But, why? How come?

No, I can't possibly go to jail.

What soap is this?

Shut your mouth, dummy!

No, no, I can't go to jail

because if they take
me there, I think it's

a horrible place.

I don't have a choice?
You're going to take me?

Have you seen my backpack?

It's right here.

I'm going out for a walk, okay?

Are you sure? You never
want to go out walking.

Yeah, but I need some
air. Do you want anything?

The young man's beers.

I'll pay you back later.

SO, DO YOU WANT TO
DO SOME KISSING?

GO AND ASK YOUR
GIRLFRIEND, OKALIA.

WELL, AT LEAST SHE...

WELL, AT LEAST SHE
PAYS ATTENTION TO ME.

Stop it!

Just talk to him, can't you
see the man's desperate?

It's password-protected.

Rodri. It's up this way
and down this way...

How do you know
Rebeca's password?

Well, that doesn't matter.

What could she have done
that she has to go to jail?

I don't know. But
these numbers here

are either scams or
they're from jail,

or they're both.

Could she have been swindled?

I don't know. I do it all the
time and she doesn't notice.

Read me the numbers
from that call.

Six, nine, six, nine,

two, zero,

two, zero, zero.

The number's from jail.

What could she have done?

I don't know. But if
she was in trouble...

I'm sure she took a
selfie. Let's check.

What?

Disgusting! Get out
of there! My God...

That's what I'm trying to do!

I think you like me but
you're afraid to admit it.

- Yeah, you wish.
- Just admit it.

- Never.
- Listen up, you fools.

Was the elevator fixed, Betito?

No! But ideas fall into place
better if we don't allow ire

to decide for us.

It's better to talk it
out with a cool head.

But I have a cool head!

When is the elevator going
to get fixed, Betito?

Yeah, it'll be soon.

It could be a
government university.

Rodri, I know that
place is a jailhouse.

How come you know that?

That doesn't matter.

Come!

Hey, have you guys
seen my phone?

No!

I'm glad I found it because
my whole life's in here.

By the way, Chesca, it was
fifty pesos for the beers.

That's fine, sweetie. Hey, but

remember you owe me
money from the other day?

- No.
- Come on, yes.

We ordered pizza last week.

- Really?
- Yes.

Okay! I'll pay you later.

- Bye!
- Bye!

Chesca?

We haven't ordered
pizza in a month.

I know, but we should
put that plan to work.

You really have no soul.

But what I do have is
a plan to save Rebeca.

You just swindled her!

Why can't we admit that we
feel something for each other?

I feel pity.

Disgust.

Hatred.

Yeah, yeah, I got it, I got it.

Okay, let's see... you two
sound like a pair of idiots.

The essential needs
of a couple...

- We're not a couple!
- We're not a couple!

The lady has a boyfriend.

No, no, no, don't
talk to me that way.

Sorry, Betito -Sorry.

It's fundamental
to speak the truth.

That unleashes erogenous
zones and vanishes the hate.

I'm not feeling too well.

Come, sweetie, come...

Come.

Come.

Come sit down if you would.

And don't worry.
Do you know why?

Because I know how
I'm going to help you.

Chesca came up
with the best plan.

Thank you, Rodri.

And I've never swindled you.

- Thanks so much for that.
- It was nothing.

Rebeca. We know that
they're taking you to jail.

But you don't have to worry.

Yes. Don't you worry,
because in Maps,

we were able to see
all of the angles

around the jailhouses...

And with all of those
angles, we made a map

of the jailhouse or something
that could look like it.

What are you talking about?

I don't think that...

I knew that you weren't
going to accept this plan.

But I want you to listen,
because it's not...

Well, it's not all
that dangerous.

We've already studied everything
and we even have contacts.

Chesca's uncles are
in there because

you know, Satellite City.

My God.

The first thing you need to
do is to look for Pinocchio.

Really? Pinocchio?

Yes, yes, yes. He's
going to give you a key.

And it's very important that
you go and take that key

to "Tilingas".

And make sure that
"Tilingas" swallows it

because if not he'll
get caught and then...

Hold on, hold on. First off...

You do know that jail
is only for men, right?

Secondly, now that I think of it

that plan is not that bad.

But that isn't the
point. The, the point is

why did you think they
were taking me to jail?

Because we overheard
your phone call.

Fine. I really appreciate
that you investigated

with important personalities

- such as, Mr. Tilinchas and...
- Tilingas.

And Mr. Pinocchio.

But... no one is
taking me to jail.

- So, what's going on then?
- I can't... I'm sorry.

Are you pulling an Obi Wan?

Okay.

My Dad is the one who's in jail.

Mother...

Father. He's being
accused of a crime

that he didn't commit,
but now there's no way

to prove it.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, I'm so sorry.

Because if they can't
prove he's innocent,

he's stuck in there forever.

No, no...

Pay him no mind.

I'm sure he'll be
out really soon!

- With a key?
- That too.

Well, at least we have a
plan to help him escape.

- Hello, Dad.
- My Becky.

How are you?

I'm doing well,
sweetie, incredible.

I get treated like a king here.

They feed me good food,
I get to watch TV alone.

Are you serious?

No.

But it helps me to
think about you.

Now you get more
visitation days, right?

What happened, Dad?

It's just that I had
to do some things

that I'm not very proud of.

Did they make you
pick up the soap?

No.

Beat somebody up?

m*rder.

- Are you serious?
- No.

I just had to give my portion
of beans to another inmate.

It must be awful being
forced to eat beans.

You reach a point in life,

where you understand
that a plate of beans

can save your life.

- Are you serious?
- No.

Becky

forgive me for putting
you in this situation,

but as soon as my lawyer
proves that I'm innocent,

I'll be set free.

Dad, so

are you really innocent?

No.

I hope you rot in jail, Dad.

Are you serious?

No.

Now, think about what you
did wrong to end like this.

Once you make up... go screw.

Seriously, Betito?

At what time are they
coming to fix the elevator?

Mr. Betito, please start
acting like an adult

and send someone to
fix the elevator.

No, you act like
an adult, Morales.

And stop being so stubborn.

I'm telling you, you're
being really stupid.

It's true, Morales.
Act like an adult.

Very good, very good.

Now keep breathing and look
into each other¹s eyes.

Now, tell each other everything
you've always wanted to say.

Valeria...

I, Morales

have liked you
from the very start

a lot.

Morales,

and I, Valeria

like you a whole lot too.

- But you drive me up the wall.
- Drive you up the wall?

You just don't listen!

- I don't listen to what?
- I'm telling you-you...

What are you telling me-me?

That not only do I
like you very much,

but for some very
strange reason...

I love you too.

And I love you too... too.

No, a pop kiss doesn't count!

I saw it on TV and it worked.

- Hello, guys!
- What's up?

- Hello!
- Where were you?

We had a little problem
in the elevator.

- Okay.
- Yeah, sure.

So, what are you guys up to?

- Rebeca.
- What is it?

I have something to tell you.

My father's in jail.

So I've been left with no
money and no place to stay.

Yeah, well, that means us too.

What do we do now?

That doesn't matter.
I'll come up with a plan.

Yeah, Rebeca, you're not alone.

If you fall, we
all fall with you.

Literally.

My love...

Vale!

MY LOVE, I'll SEE YOU NEXT
WEEK! I'M DYING TO SEE YOU!

So, now what do we do?

I have a plan.

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