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A VIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Does it look bad?

No, no, no, here, put this on.

- OK. - Yes, and tilt your head up.

That's it.

- Sorry. It was an accident. - Don't worry about it.

- OK. - An accident.

That was on purpose.

Why would it be?

It's not like I'm jealous.

Look, Consuelo, please...

It's one thing for not to admit you want us to be together

and another thing for you to lie to me.

Don't make things up about me.

Thank you so much.

Carlos Julio, let's go.

- Goodbye. - I hope you get better.

How are you doing?

This didn't end at all as I expected.

I just wanted her to like me, you know?

And I think she hates me.

Why do you say that?

Well, because she's very serious with me

and this seems personal.

- What did I do to her? - No.

It's nothing, no. Let me look.

Were there any issues with the last order?

Everything was fine.

Actually, we sold all the stock in just two weeks.

I need to place another order.

400 boxes.

I need them to be in Acapulco by tomorrow, before 5 p.m.

400 boxes...

Is there a problem?

No, 400 boxes.

I'll send them to Acapulco tomorrow by 5 PM, yes, sir.

Perfect.

Sorry, I know my cupcakes are delicious,

but why didn't you call?

You didn't have to come all the way down here.

I didn't want your...

partner to answer.

You're the one who knows about the business,

I'd prefer to deal directly with you.

Even if it's a bit unusual.

Yes.

How's the embroidery coming along?

Good.

This week we made a very nice tablecloth.

Hey.

Is Carlota...?

How did she get pregnant so quickly?

Hey, cupcake.

It'd be a good for you to call her,

and ask her for advice on getting pregnant, right?

Everything OK, honey?

You looked a little tense at the club.

I'm fine,

and cut the "honey" stuff.

Sandra will be here later,

she went to see Dr. Palomares.

I don't have time to think about Sandra or Fer...

Or Dr. Palomares.

We're pressed for time.

Anything else you want to tell me, partner?

Rosenthal came personally,

to order 400 more boxes.

And we have just enough with Ingrid's last shipment,

but we have to put together the packages.

What's going on, Consuelo?

First you cut off my access to the money and now this.

I thought we were partners.

We're partners in profits,

which is all you care about, right?

Let me remind you this business is what it is thanks to me.

And if you don't need me,

I'm happy to sit at home receiving

the profits from what I built.

No, you're right.

You want to be more deeply involved in the business, right?

Here,

we need to fill about 200 more.

Carlos Julio.

Good morning, everything OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

Business things, that's all.

If you want something sweet, we have everything,

to keep your day from being too bitter.

This from the woman put my wife in jail?

And who is now selling what she used to call immoral

and also now dresses like her?

No, no, no, no, wait a minute.

I won't allow you to do that, Carlos Julio.

I told Consuelo

I would only work in the bakery,

not in that side of the business.

Because, for me,

these devices are,

and will continue to be, the work of the devil.

Are you OK?

Did I say something wrong?

It's just...

Carlos Julio...

Olga,

if only you knew...

If you had a minute, but I know you're busy.

I'd tell you everything.

You know what?

I don't think there's any problem

if I open the bakery later.

Aquarius.

A Sagittarius in hand is better

than 100 flying Taurus.

Tell me, Martha.

What topic would you like to write about?

Well, I'm happy writing the horoscopes.

No. Look out, tell me what you see.

Journalists working.

And how many of those are young women like you?

None, and do you know why?

Because those who aspire to be

aren't given the possibility to dream.

To venture out for their dreams.

You have something to say, Martha,

more than just...

advice for Aquarius and Sagittarians.

There are people out there writing

to cash a check at the end of the month.

But there are others who do it to change the world.

One sentence at a time.

What is your purpose for writing, Martha?

What do you want the women who read your articles to find?

What about this world do you think sucks?

That I don't want the life I always thought I wanted.

I hate that

we are forced to fulfill what our husbands tell us

we have to do to be happier.

I want to decide my own happiness.

That, that is what a journalist would say.

Sorry. I have to go and...

Yes, I have to review tomorrow's edition.

Martha, can I ask you for a text on what you just said?

You have something special, Martha Patricia.

I brought you here

in front of the image of our Lord

so that before him you can swear to me

that you'll help me.

Olga, I don't know what to do with Consuelo.

Her mental state is a problem,

I wanted to stop selling those devices

and dedicate myself to the bakery,

to make a living from it.

But she insists.

Sin is eating her alive.

We have to do something to open her eyes.

And how can I help?

I need you to investigate

where and when those shipments leave.

I have to stop it, any way I can,

because if she lets her supplier down,

they won't buy anything from her again.

That's how we can break those chains of sin.

And put an end to that business for good.

It's for Consuelo's sake.

And for the sake of my family.

Carlos Julio...

You can count on me.

Great, thank you.

I'll help you, but first,

we have to pray for Consuelo's soul.

Pray for Consuelo's soul?

400 boxes, my fingers already hurt.

Not because of that.

Well, according to Mr. Rosenthal,

Lucrecia's contacts in Acapulco are helping us sell a lot.

Let's say there are certain jet-set artists

who know people who know people

who don't look like the ladies in this neighborhood.

Good morning.

Olga.

How have you been adapting to the bakery?

Well, the manual work of packing up the cakes

is a little rough,

for rougher hands, like Matilde's,

who is used to it, but otherwise everything is very good.

If I were you, I'd work hard,

otherwise you'll never become a partner.

Are you a partner?

Didn't you know?

Look at that.

There are things in this neighborhood

you don't know about.

Not many, but some.

A big order.

Lots of sinners, apparently.

But don't worry,

these go to a different neighborhood,

where other sinners will be able to enjoy them.

A neighborhood far, far away.

400 boxes going to Acapulco tomorrow.

No one you know is going to hell.

Well, not for this.

Excuse me.

Perfect, thank you.

God help us.

Mom!

Did I get a letter?

Luisa hasn't written to me.

She hasn't!

If I were you, I'd write her a farewell letter.

Before you get one from her.

Think about it.

Did you have to arrive so early, Olga?

We don't open the bakery until 10:00.

With so many things to carry, you'll need a lot of hands.

Even delicate hands like mine.

Oh, now she's a hard worker...

Unrecognizable.

The transportation is here!

Portillo residence.

Olga?

Is the truck ready?

Perfect.

Kids!

Come on, we're in a hurry.

Dad.

Can I mail this letter?

That depends.

Is it for your little girlfriend?

Well, she's still my girlfriend until she opens it.

She won't be afterward.

I'll send it for you.

Thanks, Dad.

You know what to do, good luck.

Done.

I can't believe that slacker Carlos Julio

didn't show up to help load them up.

I rather prefer he didn't show up.

That way I don't remember that despite not doing anything,

he's making money.

Well, if these orders become commonplace,

we should think about growing the team.

Dear, if these orders become commonplace,

we'll have to think not only about growing the team,

but adding a second story to the bakery.

We'd be able to buy our own trucks.

We could treat ourselves a bit.

- Yes, oh, yes. - We deserve it.

Guess what?

That gossip Olga's ex mother-in-law just arrived.

No.

No!

I'm having a dinner party at my new house,

and I wanted to buy some dessert.

But seeing you like this,

it's an added pleasure.

I always knew you would lower yourself

for a few pesos,

because you are an common woman.

I mean, just look at you.

My son never wanted to believe it,

but I always knew you were a leech.

Olga!

Olga, we confirmed the order for the City Hall.

The First Lady loved it!

Thanks to your friendship with Mrs. María Izaguirre,

this business is going to grow much faster than we imagined.

Thank you, partner, thank you!

Oh, ma'am, my apologies, I didn't see you.

Can we help you with anything in particular?

I'm here for a chocolate cake,

but I want her to pack it up for me.

Oh, Mrs. Olga, don't worry,

the owners can't do things like this, I'll do it.

Is this one OK?

Yes?

Perfect.

Thank you.

Thank you very much for visiting us.

- Have a nice day. - Yes, thank you.

And don't forget to visit our upcoming branch in Paris.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Olga!

What's wrong? She left.

I got emotional.

You guys are...

much better people than I am.

I would never do something like that for you.

Instead, I did things behind your backs.

Exactly what do you mean by "things behind your backs"?

- Carlos Julio, seriously? - I'm sorry.

How could you think of aligning with him?

I'm sorry!

I did it thinking of you, Consuelo.

Of me? What were you thinking?

Of your eternal damnation,

that I didn't want you to keep selling those devices.

They are vaginal massagers, call them by their name.

Yes, I know,

but I can't stop thinking they are the work of the devil.

Is this the Federal Highway Police?

Yes, I'm calling to report a transport truck

carrying illegal merchandise.

I can't believe this, I can't let that man down.

We're going to reach that truck before the police.

I'll take care of it, hold on.

We should've reached it by now, I don't understand.

What if they went another way?

This is the only direct freeway to Acapulco.

There it is, there it is!

Damn it, we're late.

- It doesn't matter, pull over. - OK.

I'm going to talk to the officer.

Smile.

Everything's fine.

Smile.

Officer!

I've been informed this truck carries illegal merchandise.

No, officer, I don't know anything about that.

- Get out. - I just drive.

Good afternoon, how are you?

Is there a problem? Let me introduce myself,

I'm the owner of the merchandise.

They are... cakes.

We have a bakery.

Cookies, all that good stuff.

And the thing is,

if they stay out for a long time, well, you know.

Oh, damn.

What are you doing here?

Do you always accompany

the trucks that make your deliveries?

It's a personal order.

You'll have no problem

if I look in the back to check the merchandise?

Officer, how are you? Let me introduce myself.

I'm Mrs. Olga Acevedo.

My husband is a congressman.

I attest that what the lady is saying is completely true,

so I don't think it's worth taking this any further.

No, ma'am. I'm the one who calls the shots.

Open it.

Open it.

- What are you doing? - Hurry.

Let's go!

Officer! You seem like...

I mean, you look like you like chocolate.

I'm going to try to guess

what your favorite chocolate flavor is,

let's see, strawberry! Here, here.

- Open it. - Don't pressure him,

he gets nervous, don't worry.

I'm going to check something real quick, excuse me, officer.

- One second, I'll be right back. - What are you doing?

Get in, get in, get in, quick.

What are you doing?

I don't know how to drive a truck.

How many keys do you have? Open it.

- I'm going. - Open it.

Yes, sir.

Yes, you do. It's like a car, just bigger.

Go, go, go!

Ma'am, stop, stop.

Stop!

Go faster, faster!

I don't want to go back to jail.

I don't want to go for the first time.

That's not going to happen while I'm behind the wheel.

- Olga! - Hang on tight.

How fast can this thing go?

They got us. They got us.

Come on, come on.

If they catch us, I'm the guilty party.

Of course not.

We're all in this.

Don't fail me, don't fail me.

He stopped!

Didn't he?

I don't know, look.

Well we all...

We learn our little tricks, right?

A WOMAN'S HAPPINESS

It's awful, isn't it?

I wrote it last night, half asleep,

and I don't know what I put in the middle of the article.

"On the one hand,

women are required to be feminine as well as interesting.

But, on the other hand,

we must do the housework without complaining.

When has obedience been interesting?"

You have to trust yourself more.

Let yourself go.

Doubt is the death of creativity.

Believe it, because it's good.

It has soul, impetus.

Honestly, yes,

it's much more rewarding than...

Well, I didn't know what else to say to Sagittarians.

Well, I had to...

I have an interview with one of the congressmen,

I don't want him to get away.

How about...

we keep...

reviewing your text in the...

time remaining?

Yes.

Please tell Mr. Rosenthal that...

we had a mishap on the road,

but that all his merchandise is here.

Thank you, thank you.

Olga, are you smoking?

After everything we've gone through,

nothing should surprise you anymore.

- Exactly. - Guess what I brought.

- Oh, delicious! - Oh, great!

Oh, yeah.

Thank you!

What is it?

Pulque.

Well, she oughta know.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Well, the title is very good.

- Yeah? - Yes, it's good.

I also liked it when...

when you compare Panchita magazine

with a gentlemen's club.

But how about if we look for other adjectives?

Like what?

I don't know, something more blunt,

not so archaic.

Obsolete?

Obsolete, obsolete.

Obsolete.

Good, and when you talk about the journalist's work

as something fascinating,

it could be something like...

- Stimulating. - Stimulating?

Suggestive.

Yes, that's better.

Sorry, I have to go.

Sorry.

Martha.

Yes?

Thank you.

Well, I propose a toast.

Because we beat that idiot Carlos Julio.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Olga, tell us the truth.

Have you used the massagers?

Confession time.

- Confession time! - Confession time!

I swear to you,

by the soul of my most holy mother,

may she rest in peace,

that I never touched one.

It shows.

Matilde!

But, Matilde,

listen,

the devil tempted me.

He spoke into my ear...

He said: "Olga use me, use me."

Well, since we're in confession...

I was the one who left my husband

when I left the neighborhood.

Not him,

so the official version he gave

was wrong and you believed him.

I don't stay with a boyfriend for more than two months.

Not even, don't lie.

It's just that men are so boring.

Yes, yes.

OK, my turn.

I confess that...

I hate Carlos Julio.

So do I.

That's not new information, dear.

We all hate him.

What else do you have?

I'm in love with Fernando.

But I can't do anything,

and nothing can happen,

because I can't get into another scandal

and ruin my children's lives.

Fernando who?

Palomares.

Isn't he married?

But not neutered.

But nothing happened while he was with Theresa.

But then something did happen.

You're a sinner.

But you don't have bad taste because he's very handsome.

- Isn't he handsome? - Yes.

Can I tell you something?

If there's one thing I learned

after I was kicked out of your clique,

it's that life is too short

not to do everything that makes me happy.

- I'll drink to that. - Cheers!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Olga!

Olga.

Are you OK?

Wait.

Where's Carlos Julio's car?

We left it on the road.

And now how are we going to get back?

She's the only one knows how to drive, and look.

Mom isn't back yet?

No.

No, sweetie, she isn't back.

I don't know where she is.

I know Mom would never leave us,

but it feels bad when they leave without warning, right?

Are you sure?

Totally.

Bye!

We're sleeping here!

Coming!

Consuelo, what are you doing here?

How quickly you forget.

I'm completely in love with you,

and you...

left with that baker just like that.

I thought you were different,

but you're just like all the rest.

There's nothing between Sandra and me.

I tried to move on with my life, to...

to try to forget you, Consuelo.

But I can't.

I can't and I don't want to.